The fluorescent lights of the executive floor hummed softly overhead as I sat behind my massive oak desk, scrolling through the morning reports on my laptop. Another ordinary Tuesday—or so I thought. The clock on the wall read 8:45 AM, and I was already nursing my third coffee, mind wandering to the one person who made this corporate grind bearable. Jiheon. My personal secretary now, but it hadn’t always been that way.
She’d started as my executive assistant six months ago, fresh-faced and efficient, with that sharp mind and those long legs that made every pencil skirt a goddamn weapon. I’d tried to keep it professional. Really, I had but temptation won I’d bent her over this very desk, hiked up that tight black dress, and fucked her senseless while she moaned my name like a prayer. After that day, there was no going back. I promoted her the next day to my personal secretary, direct access to me at all times, and zero complaints from HR because I made sure the paperwork was airtight. She was mine now, in every filthy, delicious way.
The door to my office clicked open at exactly 9:00 AM, right on schedule. I looked up, and my breath caught in my throat like I’d been punched in the gut.
There she was. Baek jiheon long, silky pink hair cascading down her back like cotton candy flames, the soft rose hue catching the light and making her look like some ethereal dream. She’d dyed it recently; I could tell by the way the roots were still a faint, fresh shade. Thin wire-rimmed glasses perched on her cute nose, framing those big, doe-like eyes that always sparkled with mischief. She wore her usual style of “uniform” for teasing me: a crisp blue-and-white striped button-up shirt, sleeves rolled up to her elbows, the top two buttons undone just enough to hint at the lacy black bra underneath. A loose black tie hung between her perky tits, dangling like an invitation. But the real killer was the skirt—gray, pleated, and so fucking short it barely skimmed the tops of her thighs, the hem riding up with every step to flash the smooth skin of her legs. She carried a red pen in one hand, twirling it absentmindedly, her full lips painted a glossy red that matched it perfectly.
She knew exactly what she was doing. The shortest skirts. The tightest clothes. The way she swayed her hips just a little extra when she walked past my desk. Jiheon had turned teasing her favorite boss into an art form, and I was helplessly addicted.
“Morning, boss,” she purred, her voice sweet and husky as she closed the door behind her with a soft click. She set a stack of files on the edge of my desk, bending forward just enough that her shirt pulled tight across her chest. “I’ve got the quarterly projections ready for your review. And your schedule’s clear after 5 PM today—unless you want me to block something out?”
I stood up slowly, my cock already twitching in my slacks at the sight of her. The pink hair was new, vibrant, making her look even more fuckable than usual. I couldn’t resist. I rounded the desk in two strides, coming up behind her as she straightened up. My arms slid around her waist from behind, pulling her back against my chest. She gasped softly but melted into me immediately, her ass pressing back against the growing bulge in my pants. My hands roamed lower, cupping her plump, firm ass cheeks through the thin fabric of that tiny skirt, squeezing hard enough to feel the heat of her skin.
“Mmm, fuck, Jiheon,” I growled into her ear, my breath hot against her neck. “What’s the occasion with the hair? You look like a goddamn wet dream walking in here.”
She let out a soft, breathy laugh, tilting her head back to rest against my shoulder. Her pink locks tickled my cheek. “You like it? I felt like changing things up a bit. It’s my birthday, you know. Wanted to feel… fresh. For my favorite boss.”
Birthday. The word hit me like a spark to dry tinder. I kneaded her ass harder, one hand slipping under the hem of her skirt to trace the edge of her panties—lacy, barely there, already damp. “Birthday, huh?” I murmured, nipping at her earlobe. “Should I give you a gift right now? Bend you over this desk like old times and fuck you until you can’t walk straight?”
She whimpered, grinding back against me, but shook her head with a teasing smile. “No, sir. I want it after work. All of it. I want you to take me home and ruin me properly. Make it special.” Her voice dropped to a whisper, filthy and needy. “I’ve been wet thinking about it since I woke up.”
I groaned, spinning her around to face me. Her glasses had fogged slightly at the edges, those pink strands framing her flushed cheeks. I kissed her hard, tongue invading her mouth, tasting the strawberry lip gloss she favored. She moaned into it, hands fisting my shirt. “After work it is, then. But you’re gonna pay for teasing me all day in this outfit.”
The rest of the day was torture. Jiheon pranced around the office in that micro-skirt, bending over filing cabinets, crossing and uncrossing her legs at her desk right outside my door where I could see. Every time she caught my eye, she’d bite her lip or adjust her tie, the black fabric brushing between her tits. By 5 PM, my cock was aching, leaking pre-cum into my boxers.
The second the clock hit quitting time, I grabbed her hand and pulled her into the private elevator. “My place. Now.”
We barely made it through the door of my penthouse apartment before we were on each other. I kicked the door shut, pinning her against it, hands yanking at her shirt buttons. They popped open one by one, revealing her perfect tits spilling out of that black lace bra. Jiheon’s pink hair was already messy, strands sticking to her glossy lips as she gasped. She tore at my tie and shirt, nails scraping down my chest.
“Fuck me, boss,” she begged, voice raw. “I’ve been such a good little secretary all day. Reward me.”
I shoved her skirt up around her waist, ripping her panties down her thighs in one rough motion. They were soaked. I dropped to my knees right there in the foyer, burying my face between her legs. My tongue dragged through her slick folds, tasting her sweetness as she cried out, fingers tangling in my hair. “Oh god—yes, just like that!”
I devoured her pussy like a starving man, sucking her clit between my lips while two fingers plunged deep inside her tight heat. She came hard within minutes, thighs shaking around my head, pink hair whipping as she threw her head back. “I’m cumming—fuck!”
I stood up, wiping her juices from my chin, and scooped her into my arms. We stumbled to the bedroom, clothes flying off in a trail behind us. By the time I tossed her onto the king-sized bed, she was naked except for those glasses and the black tie still loosely around her neck. Her pink hair fanned out on the pillows like a halo. My cock was rock-hard, thick and veined, throbbing for her.
Jiheon crawled toward me on all fours, eyes locked on my dick. “Let me suck it first, sir. I want to taste you.”
She didn’t wait for an answer. Her soft hands wrapped around my shaft, stroking slowly as her tongue flicked out to lap at the pre-cum beading at the tip. Those full red lips stretched wide around my cockhead, sliding down inch by inch until she gagged softly, glasses slipping down her nose. “Mmmph,” she hummed, the vibration sending shocks up my spine. She bobbed her head faster, pink hair swaying with every motion, saliva dripping down her chin and onto her tits. One hand cupped my balls, massaging them gently while the other pumped what she couldn’t fit in her throat.
“Fuck, Jiheon—you’re such a perfect little cocksucker,” I groaned, threading my fingers through her soft pink strands. I fucked her face gently at first, then harder, the wet gluck-gluck sounds filling the room. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, but she took it like a champ, hollowing her cheeks and swirling her tongue.
I felt my balls tighten. “Gonna cum, baby. Where do you want it?”
She pulled off with a pop, stroking me furiously, tongue out. “On my face, sir. Paint your secretary’s pretty face for her birthday.”
I roared as the orgasm hit, thick ropes of cum shooting across her glasses, her pink hair, her open mouth, and splattering her cheeks and tits. She looked wrecked—filthy and beautiful—cum dripping from her chin as she smiled up at me.
But she wasn’t done. Jiheon scooped some of my load off her tongue and swallowed it with a moan. “Mmm, so much cum for me. But I want more inside.”
I flipped her onto her back, spreading her legs wide. Her pussy glistened, puffy and ready. I rubbed my still-hard cock along her slit, teasing her clit. “You want this cock breeding you, don’t you? Filling that tight little cunt until you’re dripping.”
“Yes,” she whined, hips bucking. “Breed me, boss. I want to feel you deep.”
I slammed into her in one thrust, burying myself balls-deep in her velvet heat. She screamed, back arching, nails digging into my shoulders. I fucked her hard and fast, the bed creaking, her tits bouncing with every brutal snap of my hips. “So fucking tight—gripping me like you were made for this.”
We changed positions—her riding me reverse cowgirl, pink hair bouncing as she slammed down, ass cheeks rippling. I slapped her ass red, watching my cock disappear into her soaked pussy. Then doggy style, her face pressed into the pillows, ass up high while I railed her. “Harder—fuck me harder!”
I pulled out just long enough to flip her again, sliding back in missionary so I could watch her face. Her glasses were crooked, cum still streaked across them. “I’m gonna cum inside you, Jiheon. Fill you up until it leaks out.”
“Do it—creampie me!” she begged.
I exploded deep inside her, hot spurts painting her womb. She clenched around me, milking every drop as her own orgasm ripped through her, pussy fluttering wildly.
But the night was young. After a short breather, I had her on her knees again. This time, she deepthroated me clean, tasting her own juices mixed with mine. I face-fucked her until tears streamed down her cheeks, then pulled out to paint another facial—cum glazing her pink hair and lips. She swallowed what landed in her mouth, licking her lips. “More… I need more.”
I lubed up her tight asshole with her own cream and my spit, easing a finger in first, then two. Jiheon moaned like a whore, pushing back. “Anal? For my birthday? Yes, please—stretch me.”
I pressed my cock against her puckered hole and pushed in slowly, inch by thick inch, until I was buried to the hilt in her ass. She was impossibly tight, hotter than her pussy. I fucked her ass with long, deep strokes, reaching around to rub her clit. “Taking my cock in your ass like such a good slut. You love being my personal fucktoy, don’t you?”
“Yes—fuck my ass harder!” she cried, glasses fogging completely now.
I pounded her relentlessly, the slap of skin on skin echoing. When I felt the edge again, I pulled out and flipped her, sliding back into her pussy for a second creampie. “Gonna breed this womb again. Knock you up one day, baby.”
She came screaming, and I flooded her once more, cum overflowing and dripping down her thighs.
We went two more rounds—her sucking me off in the shower, swallowing every drop of a massive load straight from the source, then bending over the bathroom counter for another anal creampie while I whispered filthy breeding promises in her ear. By the time we collapsed into bed around 2 AM, covered in sweat, cum, and each other’s marks, Jiheon was a wrecked, glowing mess. Her pink hair was tangled, body marked with hickeys and handprints, but she curled into my chest with a satisfied sigh.
Three weeks later, the office was quiet again. I was reviewing contracts when the door burst open.
Jiheon came running in, pink hair flying, that same short skirt swishing around her thighs. Her glasses were perched perfectly, but her face was lit up like Christmas morning. In her hand, she held a white plastic stick.
“Baby!” she squealed, slamming the door and locking it. “It’s positive—I’m pregnant!”
My heart stopped, then exploded. I stood up so fast my chair rolled back. “What?”
She practically vaulted over the desk, climbing into my lap and straddling me. I pulled her close, arms wrapping around her waist, kissing her deeply—slow and loving this time, not the frantic hunger from before. Her lips tasted like cherry lip balm, soft and eager. I cupped her face, thumbs brushing her cheeks as I pulled back to look at her.
“You’re serious?” I whispered, voice thick with emotion. My hand slid down to rest on her flat stomach. “We’re having a baby?”
Jiheon nodded, tears of joy sparkling behind her glasses. She held up the pregnancy test—two bright pink lines. “I took it this morning. Three weeks since that filthy night… and all those creampies you gave me.” She giggled, nuzzling my neck. “You really did breed me, baby. Best birthday present ever. I love you so much. I want to do this with you—build a life, raise our baby, keep being your secretary… and your everything.”
I hugged her tighter, kissing her forehead, her nose, her lips again and again. The office faded away. All that mattered was her—my pink-haired goddess, my lover, the mother of my child. “I love you too, Jiheon. More than anything. We’re gonna make this work. I’ll take care of you both. Fuck the world—this is our family now.”
She melted against me, hands in my hair as we kissed slowly, deeply, full of promise and fluff and forever. The pink strands of her hair tickled my face, and for the first time in my life, everything felt perfectly right.
SYNOPSIS : I woke to my girl, Yooyeon, next to me while she was still a sleep. I realized it was Saturday, the start of our small 2 day vacation. Which made me recall what she said before, that if I ever caught her being lazy on her off day I could do anything I wanted. That's just how determine she was to achieve, and for me, I been having that ass on my mind.
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(P.S. Think of this as a tribute to, what I fear, this world has lost. Which is the beautiful ass of Kim Yooyeon, with her weight lost also there goes the perfect idol. The world has truly lost a gem🙏)
With a great opportunity to feed my carving for my girlfriends ass, I dove under the blankets. As I lifted the bottom of her shirt exposing the waistband of her pajamas pants. Knowing what's on the other side of this thin breathable material, made me excitedly slide my fingers behind the waistband, and careful slide her pants & panties down. As it exposed her stomach which I couldn't help but kiss it & throw in a few licks, while my hands were sliding her bottoms off. Once my hands took her bottoms off, I made my way down between her legs opening them very slowly;
Hoping not wake her up because if she does, she wouldn't let me enjoy. Since Yooyeon is the type to like to be in control but can act like she isn't; Gaslighting me for her own amusement & entertainment.
As I got her legs open, I got a strong scent of Yooyeon's musk. With it hitting my nose, I could feel my dick throbbing; While I started with kissing her inner thighs, so I went from smelling to tasting her musk as I made my way to her center. I kissed her clit and gave it a tongue flick, to show it acknowledgement but today is all about her ass. With the kiss, her legs adjusted making think she was awake. So I peeped my head out of the blankets to check.
ME : " hey bae, you awake?"
She didn't have the slightest response, so I took that as her body flinching. I went back to exploring her holes as I traced them with the tip of my tongue; While I made my way down to her asshole which held the strongest scent of her musk. Introducing her asshole to my tongue, as I moved it circular motions tracing outline of her rim, dipping in & out of the wrinkles on her tight muscle ring. Loosening it up for my tongue to spread it open, as I push it through having her muscle ring grip it. Which gave me enough room to also introduce a finger as I was working it in & out of her ass, having her asshole gape enough to replace my tongue with two more fingers. Making it three fingers in & out of her as, having it make wet gaping sounds as air went in & out while I was lick the stretched out rim. In the middle of this I felt her hands slowly make their way to the back of my head, trying hold it in place as her legs were slowly rising up. This made me realize she was awake this entire time. So I popped up out of the blankets sending them off of the bed, exposing her naked body to morning sun light. Seeing every beautiful inch of her body light up as I lean a little closer, making my dick line up perfectly with her gaping asshole with a rectum that has been primed to get filled.
ME : "So you been awake the entire time huh?"
All she did was look at me with puppy eyes and nod. This made just going in for a passionate morning kiss that turned into a make out. I finally pulled back to see Yooyeon's face.
ME : "Why are you smiling?"
YOOYEON : "Well I was too lazy to wash up after a long day, so I change into my pajamas and jumped into bed! I'm just impressed with myself! Because even though yesterday, I fell asleep in my own sweat and it's first thing in the morning! But my most nasty dirtiest place still taste good!!!"
ME : " OH! You a dirty nasty slut!!"
Yooyeon responded to that by pulling me in close, and whispering in my ear with a deep, seductive, commanding tone.
YOOYEON: "Don't act like a pervert like you doesn't like my nasty holes!!! I know you been craving this ass, I seen how you been staring at it these couple of days!!! So how about filling my ass with that big pervert cock of yours!!! After all I can feel how the tip is throbbing right on my asshole!!! How it wants to spread open my shit hole so badly!!! So if I'm a dirty nasty slut, what does that make you, who loves it?"
Hearing this put a smile on my face, as she pulled her head back with a sassy look on her face. Which quickly turn into a face that was corrupted by the guilty pleasure of suddenly getting her asshole spread open, and her ass filled with cock. As her mouth drops open with eyes widened like I took her breath away, with a single thrust of my hips. While I lowered my face just enough to have the tips of our nose touching.
ME : " That makes me the luckiest man in the world!!! To have such a beautiful, smart, dirt slut as my girlfriend!!!"
I was trying to fight the need to cum, and I guess Yooyeon saw that on my face. As her giggling caught my attention.
YOOYEON : " What is it too much for you? All that time spend wanting to fuck my ass! And yet you'll going to leave the cake half eaten! Is okay, go ahead cum in my ass already! It was fun while it lasted, because I guess it's too much for a little boy like you! I don't blame you, this ass would be too much for anybody!!"
As she had a big smirk on her face, while she smiled at me with her eyes. This facial expression had me frustrated, she was practically having a face that said "he, he, he, he"
ME : " Shut up slut!!! I don't know why you're so smug. I'm the one fucking you in the ass!!! Turn around I don't want to see that smug look!!!"
With that the frustration I was feeling made it easier not to cum, as I flipped her on to her stomach.
YOOYEON : "Somebody is mad! They can't handle my nasty little dirty shit hole? It's about to drain you dry isn't!? you nasty pervert cum inside something so dirty, especially when I have such nice tight clean shaven pussy!"
Now I was facing her ass, while I was fucking & spanking. Which had her burying her face into the pillow biting it, while gripping the sheets. Making it easy for her to muffle her moans, as I was thrusting into her ass feeling her warm tight rectum welcoming me in. Gripping my dick as if it didn't want me to leave it empty when I pulled out.
ME : "Yeah, that's what I thought what happened to the dirty overly smug slut? That was talking all big? Look at you! You are nothing more than anal bitch with the fattest ass I have see on idol..... it's do annoying why you have to act like a stuck up princess?"
She supported herself on my dick, and used for turning around as she pulled me into her. With Yooyeon having a serious facial expression, she looked directly into my eyes and spoke to me in a serious direct no bs tone.
YOOYEON : " Because you are mine! This dick is mine!!! You understand me??? You are nothing but mine!!! I can & will do anything I want to do to you..."
As she moved her mouth next to my ear, and whispered in a heavy deep tone.
YOOYEON : " And you are going to love it!!! Love every single touch, every breath that you feel on your body, every drop of my saliva that hits you!!!"
She paused to give one long lick to my cheek, and went back to my ear with the same tone; But this time it had a hint of happiness.
YOOYEON : " Because there's nothing you can do about it!!!"
Followed by her pushing me off, having me laying on my back; Next to her as she straddle me while slowly taking in my dick into her ass, causing her to fill up the room a dragged out moan that ended with a whimper. As she hanged her head while she was out breath; she gather her strength up and started to slam her hips down. To tease me more, she leaned back, opening her legs wide giving me a clear view of her pussy & asshole that was getting stretched out.
YOOYEON : "So go ahead and cum in this nasty dirty hole! Because that's all you can do!! You don't get this tight smooth pussy!!!"
As she reached down eagle spreading her pussy lips, making her throbbing clit pop out. With that I had enough, so in hopes of trying to take some control; I reached down getting two strong handfuls of her ass, and started to thrust upwards as I used my hold on her ass; To help her slam her ass down even harder while I picked up the pace of my thrusting. Which made the room get filled with the sound of sweaty, wet, gaping asshole being filled combine with Yooyeon's moaning. As she finally broke again, had her upper lean into me with her mouth next to my ear; While she kept slamming her ass down with my help, and trying to talk through her moans.
YOOYEON : "Oh!...my god...this dick...is amazing...I'm about... to cum... from getting...my ass fucked...this dick...is making me addicted... I don't want ... to leave... forget being... an ...idol... I wanna.... be yours...I'm sorry... I'm a slutty woman!!!"
It didn't take long before I filled her ass with my cum, which made her squirt all over me; As she collapse into me tired, sleepy, and out breath she softly whisper in my ear.
YOOYEON : "I love you!!! Please don't leave me for being a busy slutty woman"
"Mmmmh uhhh" Leeseo whimpered, then bit her lip and looked down feeling embarrassed. There was no reason she should feel embarrassed, she was only human. Anyone would feel good having their breasts caressed and kneaded softly. Cassie still couldn't believe she managed to convince her sister Leeseo to do this. To let her finally feel her firm tantalizing tits.
Cassie was only 2 and a half years older than her 19 year old sister Leeseo. And ever since Leeseo had come into her adult physique, she had found herself admiring her curves on multiple occasions. Especially her large ripe breasts. She truly loved her sister and cared for her but gosh she couldn't help coveting the woman she had become. Eventually she couldn't keep her feelings hidden. Every hug became a little too long and tight. Every kiss on her face, a bit too close to her soft plump mouth. And one day as Cassie was scrolling online, she came across the perfect opportunity.
The post and the comments were all about how their moms would feel their breasts occasionally to check for lumps that could affect their health. Cassie hadn't been familiar with this practice. Her mom never tried checking her or Leeseo. But maybe she could try convincing Leeseo about it, only for her health and wellbeing of course...
That night Cassie was watching a movie in her room. Leeseo announced her way in as she opened the door.
"Whatchu doing.. Ooh snacks" she made her way to Cassie's bed and made herself comfortable. Then she began snacking on her crisps. "What's this movie called"
"I don't remember. It just started though. Lay off my food" Cassie took the bag of crisps away from Leeseo and the younger sister pouted. "Aww little Leeseo is upset, whatever shall we do" Cassie mocked.
"Oh shut up"
Cassie smiled and handed it back to her. "Just don't finish it for me"
Leeseo stayed to watch with her sister and eventually leaned comfortably against her. Cassie had one arm over her with her hand resting on her hair. The two sisters often sat comfortably like this when they hung out together.
Cassie thought about bringing up what she saw earlier after the movie but eventually she backed out. She thought it was such a huge risk.
Leeseo yawned as the ending credits lined the screen. "I'm gonna go to bed now, I have classes tomorrow." Leeseo looked at her sister "Don't you?" they were three years apart in their college years. Leeseo being a freshman and Cassie a junior.
"Yea I have two"
"Goodnight then" Leeseo hugged her sister, who held her really tightly again. She could even feel Cassie's firm breasts pressing against hers. Leeseo never knew what to make of this but she liked the sensations it invoked in her. She hugged her back tightly. She then kissed Cassie on the cheek, and her sister kissed her on hers, then gave her yet another one closer to her mouth then on her nose. Cassie had such a strange way of doting on her, Leeseo thought.
Then Leeseo made her way to her room, feeling slightly turned on after that goodnight ritual.
The following day Leeseo came to hang out in her room, and this time she did not back out. As the film drawled on in the background, Cassie brought up the topic, trying her best to sound sincere, and like she was only concerned about her well being.
"I don't know, it seems a little.."
"Don't overthink it"
"But, what if we get caught"
"We won't. I mean, we're not doing anything wrong anyway. Right?"
"I guess"
Leeseo was still unsure, but Cassie knew it was because they hadn't crossed that boundary yet. Once they did, there would be no more complaints. So she went through the motions before they both could change their minds. As they sat facing each other, she pulled Leeseo's top over her head and she let her. It probably looked suspicious that she had suddenly stopped and was just staring but gosh she couldn't help it. Her younger sister's big round tits were finally completely bare for her eyes to feast on. She drunk in the sight of them. Then she let her hands grip them. There was no pattern in what she was doing. She was too overwhelmed by lust and excitement at the fact she was actually doing this. She kneaded and gripped them firmly in her arms then lifted and shook them. Hearing an unexpected sound from Leeseo awakened her from her daze. She looked at her big tittied sister who just whimpered, then looked down embarrassed. Cassie thought she looked so sexy right now. She kissed her sister on the cheek and reassured her.
"Will you feel a bit better if I take off my top too?"
Leeseo nodded and Cassie pulled her sleeveless pajama top over her head. Then she held her close and kissed her cheek again "Is that better?"
Leeseo's thoughts were a jumbled mess as her sister now held her around the waist and kissed her face, after groping her sensitive breasts so sensually to the point she felt her clit throb painfully begging for attention. What were they even doing at this point. She certainly didn't believe her sister's claims of "looking out for her health and well-being" anymore after all that, starting from the moment she stared lewdly at her chest after she took off her top. Cassie had been acting off weeks before today and now Leeseo knew why. Her sister wanted her. And as Cassie kept kissing her face, holding her so close their breasts brushed against each other that was all she could think about.
Leeseo turned her head and the next kiss landed on her mouth. Before long the girls were kissing. Leeseo opened her mouth and their tongues collided in a lewd dance. Cassie held her tighter so their bodies were pressed flush against each other. They continued to kiss until Cassie breathlessly broke it.
"I didn't know you were such a liar Cassie."
"I never lie to you, except this one time. Are you mad at me" she kissed her neck.
"Mmmh a little."
Cassie snuck her hand under Leeseo's shorts. "You're so wet though. You want me don't you"
Leeseo didn't answer, instead she looked down at her sister's eager hand disappearing down her shorts.
She gasped as Cassie's fingers came in contact with her wet intimate parts. She probed her entrance until a finger slipped into her. Leeseo felt confused, slightly embarrassed and incredibly turned on as her sister slipped her finger in and out of her pussy. Soon a second finger slipped inside. And her mind buzzed as she heard Cassie's voice say the most inappropriate things to her. That soothing voice that reassured her whenever she needed it, now expressed how her body had made her think sinful things about her.
Their mouths joined again and the girls kissed as their breasts teased each other, sliding and pressing against one another, and the slippery incestual assault continued in Leeseo's pussy. The younger sister whimpered and thrust her hips into the contact, her arms wrapped around her assailant.
“Oh Cassie that feels so good mmmmh”
Cassie felt Leeseo's walls grip her and she continued a steady rhythm finger fucking her. "That's it, keep going, good" Cassie encouraged.
Leeseo felt her orgasm rock her and her hips bucked and moved in odd movements. She even attempted to withdraw but Cassie held her and made sure she savored every last bit of her orgasm.
She held her as she slowly calmed down from her high, caressing her back and then slowly sliding her shorts down her body. Leeseo let Cassie lay her down and tug her shorts down.
Cassie then removed her own constraints and moved her laptop off her bed. Soon she was laying on top of Leeseo kissing her. Leeseo held the sheets behind her head as her older sister ground her wet pussy against hers. She still felt sensitive from her last orgasm. And it amplified the sensations all over her flush pussy and she moaned loudly as her sister fucked her. Cassie took the lewd sounds coming from Leeseo as encouragement and didn't hold back. She sat upright to feel her better and held the bed post above them, thrusting her cunt almost aggressively against her younger sister's wet throbbing one. The forceful contact caused Leeseo’s tits to jiggle and bounce back and forth. Cassie stared at her sister's active tits, the sight turning her on even more.
"How long have you wanted this mmmh you pervert" Leeseo drawled as she whimpered.
"I've always wanted your sexy little ass.. Fuck"
Her quick hard thrusts and grip on the headboard made the bed creak rhythmically. Paired with Leeseo's loud moaning she began to wonder if their parents might hear them. But it was only a fleeting thought, as her pleasure was too heightened to care. She continued to thrust against her sister even as she felt her orgasm looming. Sharp stabs of pleasure assaulted her clit in waves as she came against her sister's swollen pussy. As her orgasm began to subside she looked down at her beautiful little sister. Her hair messy and wavy around the bed. She lowered herself and kissed her softly. They kissed passionately, and Cassie then slowly nudged Leeseo on top. She let her sister do whatever she needed to do to get her second climax, even as she grimaced slightly from how sensitive her pussy now was. Leeseo felt a little awkward being on top but continued to chase her pleasure. She gradually felt more comfortable, grinding firmly against Cassie who praised her.
"Good girl... You look so sexy"
Cassie stared, already beginning to throb with need once again, at Leeseo writhing above her. Her heavy tits swaying softly back and forth. She thought she might combust with another orgasm as she watched Leeseo begin to fondle and tease her own breasts. She ogled as Leeseo teased her own erect nipples, rotating them with her index fingers and twisting them softly. Cassie thrust back more vehemently and Leeseo began to cum. Her whole body shook and she threw her head back and forth.
"OH fuck Cassieee mmmmh" Leeseo continued to moan until the pleasure subsided.
She collapsed on top of her. Cassie pulled her duvet on top of them and caressed her sister's back. "Are you tired?"
"Mmh" Leeseo hummed in affirmation. Cassie bit her lip, she probably wouldn't be able to coax another fucking out of her. Her clit throbbed and she teased it against Leeseo's thigh as she held her.
"Go to sleep" she smoothed Leeseo's hair and lulled her even as she continued to tease herself against her towards another orgasm. She held the drowsy girl tight in her arms as she came against her leg. Then they both fell asleep, disregarding how their position looked lest someone walked in.
"Zuha, can you come here for a second? I'm fighting for my life against these leggings."
Kazuha’s laugh drifts through the fabric partition. "There's no way that's possible Chaewon, they're like the easiest thing to put on. You didn't happen to put them on backwards, did you?"
"No! Okay, maybe. This waistband is all twisted up and it's digging into me. It feels like it's trying to squeeze the life out of me. Come save me, PLEASE!"
As you hear the footsteps go from one stall to another you freeze, hand hovering over the coil of the XLR cable your boss told you to grab from the makeshift equipment room. It just so happens the room is pulling double duty as the members' prep area.
Who's stupid fucking idea was this?
The muffled bickering continued to come from the changing stall on the other side of the room.
You knew it was just Chaewon and Kazuha left to argue in there since you saw Yunjin, Sakura, and Eunchae already on set for the shoot ten minutes ago. From what you were hearing it was probably going to be a while before the other two joined them.
"Turn around, let me see the tag. Yeah, see? Backwards. You’re fucking hopeless."
"Shut up. Just help me get them off. Or on. Whatever. Fuck. Just fix it before my circulation gets cut off permanently."
Shhh-wip. They were definitely coming off.
Just focus on your job, that's all you should do. You pretend to untangle the cable in your hands to keep your mind occupied while the sounds from the stall become more and more distracting.
"They're soooo tight. I feel like I'm being vacuum sealed. Is this supposed to happen? Does Lululemon hate me?"
"It’s compression wear, unnie. It’s supposed to be tight," Kazuha teases. "They're just letting it sit on your hips like a pair of low rise pants. Are you going for a Y2K vibe or something? You have to pull them up more."
"Excuse me? I've been trying to pull them up! They won't move. It's stuck right here...uhn...on my thighs."
"Let me do it. You’re weak."
"Hey! I am not weak, I’m just...ah! Okay, watch your nails!"
"Stop wiggling, you’re making it worse. Just let me get the these up... there. See?"
"Oh my god, that feels so much better."
"Good. Now check the seam. Is it straight down the middle?"
"Middle of what?"
"Your butt, Chaewon. The seam. It needs to be centered or it'll look weird on camera."
Silence stretches for a moment, followed by the sound of more shuffling.
You swallow hard, staring at the wire in your hands as if it holds the secrets to the universe.
You are a professional.
You are part of the production staff.
You are here to move cables and set up lights, that's all.
Nothing else.
You are definitely not here to eavesdrop on two of the biggest celebs in the country discussing their butt seams.
"I don't know, it feels... crooked. Like, one side is riding up more than the other. Can you see it?"
"I'm looking. Turn towards the light so I can get a better look at it."
"The light? How's the light going to help? It's been flickering all day Kazuha."
"Just turn. Okay? Wait, I see what you mean. They are bunching up right here." A loud slap echoes through the stall, the sound of skin hitting skin. You jump, nearly dropping the cable. Is that what you think it was? "Right on your ass." Yeah, it was.
"It's bunching up?" Chaewon sounds horrified. "Why is it doing that? I thought these were expensive!"
"They are expensive. That’s why they fit like a glove and you just have to learn how to wear them. Hold still. Let me try to smooth it out."
"Ow... don't pull so hard!"
"I’m trying to fix it. Just chill the fuck out. I think it'll smooth out if I pull them up higher."
"Higher? They can't go any higher, if they get pulled up anymore, I’m going to get split the fuck in half."
You stare at the closed curtain that's serving as the door. The pop-up stall is just a metallic frame wrapped in grey velvet that doesn’t reach the floor letting you see two sets of feet shuffling around beneath the gap. Not like you're looking or anything.
You should leave.
Grab the cables and walk out the door. Just go back to the set, let them figure out what's going on with those leggings in peace. Unfortunately, or fortunately, your feet feel like they’ve been cemented to the floor.
"It's still not right, ughhhhh. There's no way I can go out there like this. The camera is going to pick up every little wrinkle and I'm going to get so much shit for it. I can already see the tweets."
"It’s not that bad, but you’re right. It’s being a little... problematic. I think we need a second opinion. Or a third set of hands."
"A third set of hands? Who's? Eunchae is gone. Yunjin is probably out there yapping to the director. Sakura is probably back to playing her Switch."
"There’s staff outside, right? I heard footsteps earlier."
You hold your breath. She heard footsteps earlier, YOUR footsteps.
"No, absolutely the fuck not," Chaewon balks immediately. "I am not asking some random fucking staff member to come inspect my butt. That’s embarrassing. That’s a lawsuit waiting to happen."
"It’s just clothes! Nothing more. We need the fit to look perfect. Director-nim is going to have a cow if we show up late to the shoot because you're self conscious about a seam." Kazuha gets louder. "HEY! Staff member! Can you come help us for a sec?"
"Kazuha, no!" Chaewon hisses.
Too late. The call has been made. You stand there, paralyzed, wondering if feigning sudden deafness is a viable career strategy. The velvet curtain parts a fraction, and Kazuha’s face peeks out. She spots you instantly, standing near the equipment rack like a statue in a museum.
Maybe she won't notice if you don't.... move.... a.... muscle.
"Oh, good," she says, a relieved smile breaking across her face as she waves you over. "You! Please, come over here. We have a code red, a fashion emergency."
You quickly glance at the exit, it’s twenty feet away. You could probably make it. If that's what you want to do.
"Please," Kazuha now pouting. "Chaewon is panicking and I’m losing my mind. We just need a quick check on the fit."
You're just helping them out, that's what you're boss would want you to do right?
Nodding slowly, you force your legs to move toward the stall. "I... I can help? What do you need?"
Grabbing your wrist the moment you're within range Kazuha pulls you into the stall. It’s cramped with a full length mirror, a small bench, and now there's three people fit into a space meant for one. It's so much hotter in here.
Chaewon's standing with her back to the mirror, looking over her shoulder with a face full of panic. Her outfit is... well, it’s hot... you mean a lot. She’s wearing a long-sleeved black bodysuit that hugs her torso like it's painted on, disappearing into the waistband of the black leggings you've been hearing so much about. Wonder where that goes. The leggings are indeed tight, very tight, sculpting her legs in a way that should probably be illegal. She looks incredible, but she also looks like she’s about to fight a ghost.
"Tell me I'm not crazy," Chaewon says the moment the curtain slides shut behind you, trapping you inside. "Look at this. Do you see that? Right there on the left cheek?"
Turning slightly she points to the back of her thigh.
Your brain short circuits and you have to force your jaw not to drop from the situation you find yourself in.
You are in a small, enclosed space with two insanely attractive women, and one of them is asking you to inspect her ass. HER ASS.
Just be cool, just be cool. You got this.
"It’s... bunching up," Kazuha explains off to the side, crossing her arms. She’s wearing black Lululemon shorts and a simple white tank top, looking effortlessly cool compared to Chaewon who is currently losing her mind. "The seam isn't sitting right either. We've tried pulling them up, smoothing them out, everything. But it keeps bunching up."
Clearing your throat you hope your voice doesn't crack. "It... uh... it looks like the sizing might be a little off?" It cracks. Fuck. "Or maybe the cut?"
Chaewon groans, dropping her head forward. "I knew it. I knew I shouldn't have had that extra water this morning. I'm bloated. I'm a potato."
"You're not a potato," Kazuha rolls her eyes, stepping forward. Looking at you, dead serious. "Can you just... check? Tell us if it's noticeable from a normal distance. Like, if you were standing behind me in line at a cafe, would you point and laugh?"
"I wouldn't point and laugh," you stammer, feeling your face heat up. "I'm not a monster."
"Good to know," Chaewon mutters, though she shoots you a small, suprisingly genuine? smile over her shoulder. "Just be honest. If it looks bad, tell me. I'll change. I'll wear something else, fuck it I'll wear sweatpants. I don't care."
"Okay," you manage to say. "I'll... take a look."
You step closer. Did the A/C break or something, it's so hot. Chaewon turns to face the mirror, her back to you. The seam in question runs vertically down the center of her ass.
What...
An...
Ass...
Sure enough, you see the problem, they are definitely bunching up on her left cheek and the seam is all sorts of fucked up.
"See?" Chaewon asks, now whispering. "It's tragic."
"It's barely noticeable," you lie, leaning in slightly to inspect it without actually touching. "It's just... what happens with this kind of fabric." What are you saying, you don't know anything about fabric. "Maybe if you move the waistband a bit?"
"We tried that," Kazuha chimes in, moving to stand on Chaewon's other side, looking at your reflection in the mirror with a playful smirk on her face. "You're being very polite. Just be honest. It's okay to say it looks weird. We’re all friends in here. Well, maybe acquaintances is the better word. Acquaintances who are trapped in a box together."
Just act like you know what you're talking about.
"I think it just needs to be smoothed out," you suggest, gesturing vaguely at the offending area acting like you have any sort of idea of what you're saying. "We should adjust the waistband first to get the seam lined up and then to get that bunched up part smooth we should pull the fabric around it to get rid of it. Then from there work our way up and smooth out anything else while making sure that seam is lined up right." There's no way that word vomit made any sense.
Kazuha nods. "That makes sense." HUH?
Looking at Chaewon, she says, "Just let him... err... let us try. You’ve been pulling at it for five minutes and it’s only getting worse. A fresh pair of hands might help."
Chaewon hesitates, her eyes meeting yours in the mirror. Despite you knowing her, knowing?, as someone who seems super confident all the time, you can see how nervous she is now. "Okay," she breathes out. "Deal, but be easy on me, I’m a delicate."
"Right, I'll be gentle. Got it."
Kazuha snorts. "Don't worry, she usually likes it rough... OWWW! What the fuck Chaewon?"
Chaewon elbows her in the ribs, hard. "Ignore her. She's crazy. Just... fix it."
You step in closer, invading her personal space getting so close close that you can see the hard work she's put into her body thanks to the skintight bodysuit. So close that you can now smell the hint of her perfume.
Just be cool.
Reaching out, your hands hover for a split second before making contact with the fabric.
It’s warm. That’s the first thing that you notice as you place your hands on her hips, your fingers splaying out over the waistband. Chaewon tenses up instantly as she tries to hide a gasp.
"Sorry... cold hands."
"It's... fine... just... do your thing."
Gripping the waistband, you try to ignore the fact that you are essentially holding her hips. WHAT? "Ready?"
"As ready as ever."
As you twist the waistband, the seam falls into place, it actually works.
"First part done." Continue to act cool, you got this.
As you line up where to pull to get rid of the bunching you sense Kazuha watching you like a hawk from the side. Don't fuck up, don't fuck up, don't fuck up.
"Make sure you pull it tight," Kazuha instructs. "Like, really tight."
You pinch fabric right in the area right below where her thigh meets her cheek making Chaewon shiver.
"You good...?" you ask, pausing.
"Yeah," she squeaks. "Just... go ahead."
As you pull the fabric down it stretches easily, sliding over her skin as the bunching goes away. Now for the last part.
"Okay, now you just have to make sure everything is smoothed out," Kazuha commands. " Work your way up and do it slowly to make sure that seam doesn't budge."
You start to slide your hands back up using your palms to smooth the fabric against her skin as you go, making sure it lays flat. Your hands graze over the swell of her ass, her ass is ridiculous. Hyper aware of every inch of contact, the friction of your skin against hers even though a thin layer of spandex is in the way gives you goosebumps.
"Is that... is that better?" Chaewon asks, barely whispering.
"ALMOST," you say way too loudly. "There's still a little bit of a twist right here."
Your hands are currently cupping her ass, your fingers digging in slightly to adjust the seam, you're basically manhandling her as you try to iron out the wrinkles in her leggings with your bare hands. Is this actually happening, like what the fuck?
"Here," Kazuha says as she steps up behind you. Reaching out, covers your hand with hers on Chaewon’s left cheek. "Push it like this. You have to really get in there to make sure it stays flat."
She presses your hand harder into Chaewon’s flesh. "Unnf!" Was that a moan? Chaewon clamps her mouth shut, her eyes squeezing shut in the mirror.
"Kazuha!" she chokes out. "Too hard!"
"That's how you do it though!" Kazuha laughs, squeezing your hand before letting go. "Feel the difference?"
Right.
Adjusting your grip, your thumbs press into the crease beneath her cheek. You can feel the heat radiating off her, and you’re pretty sure your face is bright red.
"Like this?"
"Mmm," Chaewon hums as her head drops forward. "Yeah. That feels... that feels good... I mean right. Yeah... right."
"Don't encourage him," Kazuha teases, leaning in closer to inspect your work. "Okay, looking better. Just keep... smoothing it out. Up and down. Work it out."
You do as you're told for what felt like an eternity as tried to smooth things out as best as you could. Am I just giving her a massage at this point? Chaewon made it seem that way with how flustered her reflection looked and how her breathing started to get more and more shallow. Then, out of nowhere, she shook it off.
"You know I think I'm... it's good, actually," Chaewon mutters, though her weight shifts slightly into your palms. "Problem solved."
"Nice work," Kazuha chirps, stepping back to cross her arms. "See? Teamwork makes the dream work. Now we just need to..."
Before she can finish the thought, her hands shoot out, wrapping around your wrists.
"Wait, we missed a spot. On the waistband."
"On the waistband?"
"Yeah, see right here," she explains, guiding your hands higher, forcing them up the curve of Chaewon's backside until your fingers are gripping the waistband again. "It's bunching up here now. We need to fix it."
"Kazuha, what are you..." Chaewon starts, but it's too late.
Kazuha suddenly yanks your hands downward, pulling the waistband down Chaewon's hips and dragging it all the way down to her thighs in one go.
"OHMYGOD!" Chaewon yelps, instinctively arching her back to stabilize herself.
OHMYGOD. There, just out in the open, is Chaewon's ass, completely bare save for the thong back of her black bodysuit disappearing between her cheeks, leaving absolutely nothing to your imagination. You can see that her skin is so smooth, her ass round, so fucking round...
and firm...
and tight, you mean right...
right in front of your growing fucking bulge.
"My bad," Kazuha shrugs, not sounding sorry at all. She releases your wrists but leaving your hands hovering there, almost cupping Chaewon's cheeks. "Slippery little devils, aren't they?"
"You did that on purpose!" Chaewon accuses, twisting around to glare at her groupmate. The movement jiggles her entire body in a way that makes your throat close.
"I was just helping," Kazuha defends with a wicked grin. "Besides, look at how smooth that area is now. Flawless."
You are frozen.
Look away, apologize, maybe if you literally pass out you can escape this. Your eyes are glued to the sight in front of you. It’s magnificent, might be... no... is the greatest thing you've ever seen. It’s also career suicide.
"Are you just going to stare?" Chaewon asks breathless and flustered. "You can... help pull them back up. Or something."
"Right," you choke out. "Yeah. Pulling. Them. Up."
Reaching for the waistband pooling around her thighs your knuckles graze the bare skin of her ass. You hook your fingers into the waistband, preparing to hoist it back up, but the angle is awkward, you’re too close to her.
"Use both hands," Kazuha says, moving to stand behind you now, crowding your back, her chest pressing against your shoulder blades. "Get a good grip. You have to really yank it."
"I'm trying."
Shifting your stance, you lean forward, bringing your hands down to the waistband at her thighs. As you squat a little to get better leverage, your right hand slips and your palm definitely doesn't find the spandex. Instead, it slides right up the middle, grazing the thong.
HER THONG.
It’s not just warm.
It’s wet.
You freeze. As your eyes snap up to Chaewon's reflection in the mirror her face is now bright red.
She saw you feel it.
She knows you felt it.
"Fuck," you whisper, snatching your hand back like you touched a stove. "Sorry. I didn't mean to..."
"It's fine," Chaewon says quickly, too quickly. She clears her throat, turning her face away from yours. "Just... hurry up and fix it, okay?"
"Wow," Kazuha breathes against your ear, having not moved away at all. If anything, she's pressed even closer. "That's... interesting. You having some technical difficulties there, Chaewon-unnie? Or are you just enjoying the help?"
"Shut the fuck up, Kazuha," Chaewon snaps, but there's no real heat in it. Just panic. "It's just... nerves. The... shoot. You know how I get... right?"
"Nerves?" Kazuha laughs. "I don't think nerves get you wet like that, unnie. That's a whole different kind of feeling you're having."
"Look..." Chaewon says looking at you in the mirror, her eyes pleading. "Can you just... can you not say anything about any of this? Please?"
"I won't," you promise, your heart hammering against your ribs. "I swear. My lips are sealed."
"That's not the only thing you want from him, is it?" Kazuha teases. She reaches around you, her hand finding your wrist again. She guides your hand back toward Chaewon, not toward the leggings this time, but higher, toward the damp fabric of the bodysuit. "If it's bothering you... we should fix it. Right? He's been a good help so far."
"What are you doing?" Chaewon gasps, watching the reflection. She doesn't move away, she instead actually pushes her hips back, into your touch.
"I'm just helping a friend out," Kazuha says looking at you in the mirror. "Filming a video while she's like this? This wet? That wouldn't work. Help a girl out."
"Help her how?" you ask, barely audible. You know exactly what she's suggesting you do. What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck?
"Use your mouth," Kazuha whispers, pressing her hips against your ass. "She wants it. Look at her. She's practically begging for it."
"Uhhnnn," Chaewon lets out. She drops her head forward, resting her forehead against the cool surface of the mirror. "God, yes. Okay? Fine. Fuck. Yes. Please. Just... fix it."
Fuck it. Operating purely on instinct now, every rule you've ever learned about workplace conduct has just been tossed out the window into the alleyway behind the studio. You sink to your knees behind her. The view is even more incredible as this angle, her ass with that tiny, wet scrap of black fabric barely hanging on now fully in your face.
"You're sure?" you ask, needing to hear it one last time. No way this is real.
"Do it before I change my mind," Chaewon hisses.
You lean in and the smell of her heat hits you. Fuck... this is real. Fuck formalities. Fuck teasing. You press your face right against her, your tongue flat against her soaked thong.
"FUCK!" Chaewon cries out, her knees buckling bracing her hands against the mirror to not fall.
You lick a long stripe up the center of the fabric, tasting her through it. This is crazy. You want to slide the thong to the side so bad, but it's so hard to pull your mouth away for just a second. Latched onto her, you suck hard, feeling the heat and wetness against your lips.
"Oh my god," Kazuha says from above you, delighted. "Look at that. He's starving, good boy."
Ignoring her, your focus is entirely on Chaewon and her moaning. You can feel her clenching, desperate for more.
"Slide the thong over alreadyyy," Chaewon whines, reaching back blindly. Her fingers scrabble against your hair, then dip lower to the latch between her legs. "Take it off. Do something, just get rid of it. I need... I need your tongue on me."
You take your mouth off, as much as you don't want to. There's a soft click as you unsnap the part covering her core. The thong part of the bodysuit falls away. You don't waste a second and right back dive in, burying your face in her bare folds.
The way she tastes as you lap at her folds, it's insane. You then swirl your tongue around her clit before sucking it. She's sooo wet, so ready, that you feel it on your face already.
"Ahhhh! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Chaewon's hips buck back against your face. "Yessss! Right fucking there! Don't you dare stop!"
Following exactly what she says, you don't stop, you want to make her fall apart. Your nose presses against her other hole, adding a dirty pressure that makes her gasp, while your tongue fucks her entrance in rapid, shallow thrusts.
"You're making quite the mess," Kazuha observes as you hear her start to move. "Look at him go. He's not even coming up for air."
You try to glance up, your vision filled with the curve of Chaewon's ass. Kazuha is leaning back against the bench, her own Lululemon shorts now pulled down to her knees revealing a white Calvin Klein thong. Her hand is deep down the front of it, moving in slow, deliberate circles.
"Are you seeing this Zuha?" Chaewon pants, her eyes opening to meet her friend's gaze in the mirror. "Are you seeing how fucking good he is at this?"
"Yesss... fuck... it looks... it looks like it feels fucking amazing. He's really into it, it has to feel sooooo good."
"He's soooo...," Chaewon whines, dropping her head again. "It feels so good. I'm not... I'm not going to last long if he keeps this up."
"Don't hold back," Kazuha fingers move faster. "Let him fucking have it. Cover his face."
The dirty talk is spiraling out of control, pushing all of you toward the edge. You double down, sucking on Chaewon's clit with hard, rhythmic pulses. Moving your head down a bit to slip two fingers inside of her, fuck that's tight, you hook them to find that spot that drives women crazy.
Her entire body tenses as her back arches and thighs shake. The walls clamp down squeezing so tight around your fingers. She cums as she lets out a long broken moan. You help her ride it out, tongue still deep in her folds until she pulls away gasping for air.
"Hollllllyyyy fuck," Chaewon slides down the mirror until she's crouching on the floor. "That was... that was insane, what the actual fuck? Was not expecting you to be THAT good."
Kazuha pulls her fingers out from her thong, you see how wet they are as moves to stand right in front of you.
You look up at her cleaning your face of Chaewon's juices with your heart still racing.
"I need some help with something too."
Kazuha hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her thong to slide it down her legs before kicking it aside. What a sight. "Stand up... now."
You do.
Kazuha grabs you by the shoulders and pushes you towards the front of the bench. Guess you won't be catching your breath. She then lifts her leg and puts her foot on the bench beside you.
"I now have the same exact problem, think you can fix it like you fixed hers?"
So you do just that, first leaning forward to kiss her lips and then slowly you make your way down her neck before you sit on the ground in front of the bench. Her folds are right in front of you now and she’s just as beautiful as Chaewon. What is your life?
You start licking her, wanting to cover every inch. Kazuha is vocal immediately, her hands tangle in your hair, pulling you closer. Your hands grab her ass to help her maintain her balance.
"Just... like... that," she groans, her head falling back. "Your mouth is... fuck. You're so fucking good at this."
While you're deep in her folds, you hear the distinct sound of a belt unbuckling.
Your belt.
"Look at this," Chaewon murmurs as her face is now near your waist. "Seems like someone's been soooo hard this whole time."
She unzips your pants and yanks them down your legs along with your briefs, freeing your length. It slaps against your stomach. Fuck. Your hips jerk forward and let out a small moan.
"Oh... he's big," Chaewon wraps her hand around the base giving you an test squeeze. "And thick."
"Don't distract him," Kazuha pants, looking down at you. "I'm close."
You redouble your efforts on Kazuha, flicking your tongue rapidly over her clit while slipping a finger inside her the same way you made Chaewon cum. She’s tighter than Chaewon, her muscles grip you like a vice. She grinds her hips against your face, trying to reach the edge.
Then you suddenly have to stop because you feel something so amazing that you feel your soul almost leave your body.
A wet warmth envelops the tip of your length.
You look down just as Chaewon takes you deeper into her mouth as she’s on her hands and knees with her ass in the air. Watching her, she bobs her head up and down your shaft, she takes you so deep. Every time she goes down you feel her throat relax to fit you in and every time she comes up her tongue swirls around your head while you can feel the pool of saliva slowly form around your base.
"Fuuucckkk," you moan against Kazuha's core.
The sensation is overwhelming as you eat out one gorgeous idol while getting the blowjob of your life from another.
"Does her... does her mouth feel good?" Kazuha asks, watching Chaewon work. "Looks like she really... fuck... she really knows what she's doing, she's always told me she's reallllll good at that, no gag reflex at all."
You nod as the words don't, can't, come to mind, as you switch to sucking on Kazuha's clit, grazing it gently with your teeth.
You keep up the same rhythm, your finger pumping in and out of her as you continue to suck on her clit. Down below, Chaewon's hand is now twisting and sliding up and down your length faster and faster in unison with her mouth. She moans to add even more to what you think is the best thing you've ever felt. Do not cum, you don't want this to end, ever.
"I'm fuck... I think I'm cu... I'm so close," Kazuha's thighs begin to tremble on either side of your head. "Please... please please don't stop doing that, I need this so bad!"
With a final cry Kazuha cums and her juices flood your mouth as you keep her upright through it, still gripping her ass. Never plan on letting go of this amazing ass. Holding your head in place she grinds against you until she's spent.
"Fuckkkkk," she releases her grip on your hair and slumps back against the bench, looking down at you cum drunk. "That was... so fucking good."
You finally let go of her folds. Breathe. You haven't been able to for a while. Gasping for air, your face is slick with a combo of both of their juices. Chaewon is still working your length with all of the enthusiasm. Fuck, you might die right here, right now. She looks up at you and pops you out of her mouth.
"We're not finished yet," pumping your saliva coated shaft with her hand.
She leans forward and runs her tongue up the underside of your shaft to the head and swirls it, without breaking eye contact.
"Are you close? I want... no... need you to cum in my mouth. I want to taste you so bad. Do you think you can do that for me?"
"I don't think so," Kazuha clamps her hand down on Chaewon’s shoulder to pull her back. "Not yet. He not getting off that easy."
Chaewon blinks. "What? That's not fair... ughhhhhhh," actually pouting as she’s dragged away from your lap. "But he's so ready. Look at him."
"Exactly. If he cums now, the fun is over. We can't have that, I don't know about you but I still want to have some fun."
Yep. You're going to die here.
Your length throbs in the open air twitching at the sheer unfairness of the situation. Just beg for mercy, that might work. Kazuha points a finger at the bench.
"Sit."
Fine, if this is your final resting place, so bet it.
The awkwardness in how you scramble and fumble towards the bench with your pants now around your ankles will go down as the most thing to ever happen.
Maybe they didn't see it.
"Good boy," Kazuha says before turning towards Chaewon. "Go on, hop on."
Definitely don't need to tell Chaewon twice. The leggings immediately come the rest of the way off. If only they were that easy to put on. She comes over to the bench and puts her knees on either side of you with her core directly above you tip.
"God, I want you to feel how wet I still am because of you." She reaches down and grips your shaft to line you up with her entrance, your tip now grinding against her slick entrance. God she's still dripping wet. "You feel that? I think I'm ready, hope you are."
"Go on Chaewon, ride him already," Kazuha urges, standing right beside you two, arms crossed over her chest. "Show him how the leader handles it."
"Oh I will." Chaewon sinks down.
She’s tight...
incredibly tight...
but so wet.
You slide in with one smooth, glide.
HOLY FUCK, WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?
Her walls stretch around you to fit all of you in.
You let out a groan like you never have before.
"Fuckkkkk," Breathe. "You're... just... fuck."
"What? Am I... am I too tight?" Chaewon pitchy and breathless. She starts to move, she lifts her hips up and the drops them down. "You feel so huge inside me."
"Good fucking lord, you feel unreal," you manage to gasp out.
The rhythm set by Chaewon is nothing short of desperate. She braces her hands on your shoulders for, you feel her nails dig in. Her ass slaps against your thighs with every downward thrust. The sound of it. The fucking sound of it.
Plap.
Plap.
Plap.
Your mind processes it in slow motion as you just try to survive.
"Look at that," Kazuha watched intently. She reaches out to poke Chaewon’s bouncing ass cheek. "You're really taking it all. Look at how much he's stretching you out."
"Zuha, don't you dare fucking distract me," Chaewon grinds down harder, making your eyes roll back.
"Distract you? I'm giving you a compliment." Kazuha leans in closer to your face locking into your eyes. "Does she feel good? Is her tight little pussy gripping you tight?"
"Fuck," you choke out, nodding. "So... so so good. Best I've ever felt."
"That's fucking right I am," Chaewon pants. She mashes her chest against yours, seeking out your mouth. You kiss her, messy and wet, tongues tangling as she continues to bounce on your lap.
You can feel the pressure building in your core. Don't know how much longer... so close.
"Fuck... slow down before I cum, I can't take much longer of you going this fast."
"No, that's not allowed, not yet." Chaewon squeezes her internal muscles deliberately.
Your hips buck up involuntarily in response.
"Just hold it a little longer, I'm so close, let me cum first."
"She's sooo demanding today," Kazuha laughs. "Better give the leader what she wants. Grab her hips, help her out."
You slide your hands down her back to grip her waist. Sliding yourself a little off the bench and using your elbows for leverage to thrust up into before she drops all the way down. Yeah this is the spot.
"Ohhhhh myyyyy...! Fuck! That's it... you're so fucking big... fuck!"
The sight of her is something else.
Her flushed face.
Her hair sticking to her forehead.
The way her bodysuit clings to her frame.
"I'm sooooo close... fuck! You ready for me to cum all over your cock! Fuck!"
She slams down onto you one last time. Her entire body seizes up. Her walls pulse around you while she buries her face in your neck to quiet her screams, her breath hot against your skin.
"That's a good fucking girl," Kazuha soothingly pats Chaewon’s back. "There's no way no one else heard how loud you were at all."
"Please just shut up for one sec Kazuha," Chaewon mumbles into your shoulder, still going through the aftershocks. She then looks at you, "Wow. Just wow."
She lifts herself off you slowly, your length sliding out of her with a wet schlick. A string of precum connects you for a moment before breaking. You’re still rock hard, needing to cum, but you know how this is going to go.
"You know what I'm going to say" Kazuha shoves Chaewon gently to the side.
Kazuha turns around shoving that fit ass in your face.
"I want you to watch my ass while I ride you."
She squats all the way down your length to the base.
God how is it this tight. HOW?
"Fuck me, you're so thick."
Kazuha leans back to put her head on your shoulder. She then starts to bounce up and down.
You reach around her body to grab onto her perky breasts. Her nipples are so hard. You pinch them, and she lets out a sharp hiss.
"Harder, I need you to pinch them harder."
You obey and pinch them as hard as you can while she continues to ride.
Watching her ass cheeks ripple every time they hit your thighs is going to be engrained in your mind. She’s incredible.
"Look at us. Two idols, using a staff member like a fucking toy in a changing stall. It's so hot, isn't it?"
"Soooooo... fucking.... hot."
Just thing about baseball or sitting in traffic or LITERALLY ANTYHING.
"Chaewon-unnie, look. Look how much he's stretching me out. It feels so good."
Chaewon lifts her head from her hands, still cum drunk. "It does. He's hitting that same spot he did with me, isn't he?"
"He is. He's fills me up so fucking good. But I need more. I want it harder."
She grabs onto your knees and slams herself down even harder.
PLAP.
PLAP.
PLAP.
In the mirror you see her start to quickly rub her clit.
"Fuck fuck fuck. Yes yes yes yes. Yes!"
You thrust up into her, matching her pace. Every muscle in your body is tense as you try not to cum.
"Come on Zuha," Chaewon encourages, reaching out to stroke Kazuha’s hair. "Cum for him. Soak his cock."
A final, sharp cry then Kazuha gets over that edge. Her back arches against your chest as her orgasm rips through her. She cries out and her walls clamp down.
You freeze, holding your breath.
Not yet, whatever you do, do not cum yet. Don't let this end.
Kazuha slumps against you to catch her breath. It doesn't take that long before she pulls herself off you. Your cock plops out so wet with her. She stands up on shaky legs.
"Fuck, that felt great. How the fuck did you not cum?"
Sweat drips down your forehead. "I'm fucking dying here. I didn't want this to end."
You look at Chaewon, she still has that post orgasm glow. You remember the position she was in when you first entered the stall.
"Get over here." The authority in your tone surprises even you.
Chaewon’s eyes widen. She knows exactly what you want.
"Bend over. Just like you were when I was fixing your leggings."
She bends and sticks her ass out.
"Like this?" she looks back with a smirk.
"Fuckkkkk yes," you growl.
You stand up, finally shoving your pants all the way off. Thankfully not as awkward as before. Linking yourself up behind her, you grip her hips.
"You going to fucking fill me up?" she teases as she wiggles her ass.
"You better believe it."
You push inside.
God it feels so much deeper this way. You bottom out almost immediately, your hips pressing against her ass. Chaewon lets out a loud moan.
You don't wait.
You can't afford to.
You start to thrust, hard and fast.
You take her exactly the way you wanted to since the moment you heard her struggling with those stupid spandex pants.
"Yessssss! Fuck me! Use me!"
The sound of your hips slamming against her ass is so loud. Probably too loud. The stall is shaking with the force of your thrusts.
"Fuck that's hot," Kazuha says from the bench. "Stretch her out. Make her beg for more."
"He's stretching me out so fucking much! It's so deep!"
You reached out, gathering her hair in your fist and pull her head back.
"You like that? You like taking my big thick cock?"
"I love it! I love your fucking cock! It's so thick! It's stretching this tight pussy out so fucking much!" The filth pouring out of her mouth is so dirty, desperate, and it drives you wild.
This is it, you can't last any longer.
"Cum inside me... fuck! Please please please! I want it! I need you to fucking fill this pussy up!"
"Beg for it," Kazuha chimes in. "Beg him."
"PLEASE! Please cum in me! I'm a dirty little slut! My pussy needs your cum! Paint my insides! Own this pussy! It's yours!"
That’s it. That’s the trigger.
"FUUUUUUCCCCKKKKKKK!!!"
You slam your hips against her ass one last time, trying to go as deep as possible. You vision starts to go and your body locks up.
FUCK.
You cum harder than you ever have in your life. It feels like it lasts forever as you flood her with cum. She's squeezing so tight around you, milking you dry.
"Yes! Yes! I can feel it! It... it feels... FUCK... it's so fucking good!" her body shakes violently.
You freeze, you both just freeze, trying to catch your breath.
The world slowly comes back into focus. You pull out and see your release run down her thigh.
"Holy fucking shit."
"Yeah... holy shit."
"Bravo, bravo. What a fucking show," Kazuha quips, tossing a pack of wet wipes from her bag at you.
You catch them even with your still shaking hands. You start to help Chaewon clean herself up when the sound of someone clearing their throat comes from just outside the curtain.
A very familiar, very polite throat clearing.
"Chaewon? Kazuha?" Sakura calls out, cheerful and completely oblivious to the absolute depravity that just went down three feet away from her face. "Manager-nim says we have five minutes until the camera rolls. Are you guys doing okay in there?"
Chaewon’s eyes go so so so wide. She looks at you, then at Kazuha, panic replacing her post orgasm glow.
"We'll be out in a bit Kkura-unnie!" Kazuha yells back, somehow calm as a cucumber. She looks at the two of you and smirks. "We had a... problem with the leggings. We're fixing it now."
"Okay! Don't be late!" You hear her footsteps leave the room and go back down the hallway.
What in the fuck just happened? Did that actually happen?
"We are definitely going to be late."
Chaewon just laughs as she quickly pulls her leggings back up.
You used to think Chaewon was stronger than anyone you’ve met.
At nineteen, she carried herself like a storm in a small package, sharp black bob haircut swaying with every confident step, feline eyes sparkling with mischief and ambition. She was the girl who dragged you to midnight convenience store runs after grueling dance practices, laughing until her cheeks hurt, belting out idol songs at the top of her lungs even when her voice cracked. Two years of friendship, and you had fallen harder than you ever admitted. You were her safe place. The one she called when the weight of trainee life became too much. The one who held her hair back after her first painful rejection and told her she was going to shine anyway.
Now, that girl was gone.
It started slowly, like cracks spreading across thin ice. The company dropped her four months ago with a cold email: “We regret to inform you that your contract will not be renewed. Your image does not align with our current group concept.” Too short. Too ordinary face. Vocal tone not distinctive enough. Not enough “it factor.” Chaewon read it in your apartment, sitting cross-legged on your couch, and forced a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Their loss, right?”
You believed her then.
But the smiles stopped coming.
She replaced auditions with soju bottles. Nights out became every night. The black bob that used to be perfectly styled now hung limp and messy around her pale face, uneven because she kept cutting it herself when the anxiety got too loud. Her apartment turned into a battlefield of empty bottles, crumpled soju packs, and clothes that smelled like other men’s cologne.
You tried to be there. You really did.
The first time you confronted her lightly, she had come home with a hickey the size of a coin on her collarbone. “It’s nothing,” she’d snapped, pulling her hoodie higher. “Don’t act like my dad.”
The second time was worse. You picked her up from a club at 4 a.m. after she texted you a garbled “come get me.” She was drunk, mascara streaked, skirt riding up, and there were fingerprints bruised into her thighs. She cried in your car, then laughed hysterically when you tried to talk to her. “At least someone still wants to touch me.”
Tonight, the fracture finally split wide open.
It was 2:47 a.m. when your phone lit up with messages from a mutual friend. The photos made your stomach turn: Chaewon at a dingy bar near Hongdae, laughing too loudly, slumped against a stranger’s chest. His hand was under her skirt. Her eyes were vacant. Another photo showed her stumbling out with him, his arm around her waist like he already owned her for the night.
You didn’t think. You just drove.
Her apartment door was unlocked, again. The stench hit you first: sour alcohol, stale smoke, cheap perfume, and sex. The living room was a disaster. Bottles everywhere. A broken glass by the couch. Her phone lay on the floor with a cracked screen, still playing some sad ballad on loop.
And there she was.
Kim Chaewon sat on the couch in nothing but your old oversized black t-shirt, the one she stole months ago and never gave back. It barely covered the tops of her smooth thighs. Fresh hickeys dotted her neck and collarbone like ugly stamps. Her short black bob was a tangled mess, strands sticking to her tear-streaked, flushed cheeks. She looked tiny. Fragile. Hollow.
She lifted her head slowly when you closed the door. Her eyes, once so sharp and full of fire, were red-rimmed and glassy from drinking.
“…Y/N?” Her voice was raspy, wrecked. “Here to play hero again?”
You stood there, fists clenched at your sides, heart twisting violently. “What the fuck, Chaewon? Look at yourself.”
She laughed. It was an ugly, bitter sound that ended in a sob she tried to swallow. “Why? So you can tell me how disgusting I am?” She grabbed the half-empty soju bottle beside her and took a long swig, some of it spilling down her chin and onto your t-shirt. “I already know.”
You stepped closer, kicking aside an empty bottle. “This has to stop. You’re destroying yourself. Every night it’s the same shit, different guy, same empty look in your eyes the next day. I can’t keep watching you do this.”
Chaewon’s expression twisted. She stood up too fast and swayed, catching herself on the arm of the couch. The hem of the t-shirt rode up, revealing the curve of her bare ass and more marks on her skin. She didn’t even bother pulling it down.
“You think I don’t know that?” Her voice rose, cracking like glass under pressure. “You think I enjoy waking up in some random guy’s bed smelling like cum and regret? Feeling so fucking used that I want to scrub my skin off?”
Tears welled up again, but she angrily wiped them away.
“I’m nineteen, Y/N. Nineteen! I was supposed to debut this year. I gave up school, friends, everything for that dream. And what do I have now? Nothing. My parents look at me like I’m a failure who wasted their money. My mom told me last week I should just get married early because ‘no one will want a washed-up trainee.’ My dad doesn’t even call anymore.”
She took another step toward you, voice shaking with months of suppressed pain.
“Every time I look in the mirror I see why they dropped me. Too plain. Too short. My voice cracks when I’m nervous. My dancing isn’t sharp enough. I’m not special. I’m just… ordinary. And it fucking hurts.” Her small hands clenched into fists. “So yeah, I drink until I can’t feel it. I let strangers fuck me because for ten minutes I’m not worthless. I’m wanted. Desired. Even if they don’t remember my name after they cum.”
You felt your chest cave in. The girl you loved, yes, loved, was breaking right in front of you, and every word carved deeper.
“Chaewon…” you tried, voice rough.
“No!” she shouted, shoving your chest hard. “Don’t give me that pity look! I see it every time you look at me now. The disappointment. The same fucking look everyone gives me. Even you.” Fresh tears spilled down her cheeks. “You used to look at me like I was going to be a star. Now you just look at me like I’m pathetic. Like I’m already ruined.”
She shoved you again, harder, her whole body trembling.
“I hate myself!” The words tore out of her like a scream. “I hate how empty I feel. I hate waking up alone after they leave. I hate that the only time I feel anything is when someone’s inside me, even if it’s rough and meaningless. At least then I’m not thinking about how I failed at the one thing I was good at.”
Her voice dropped to a broken whisper, but the pain in it was deafening.
“And the worst part? I see how you look at me when I talk about the guys. Your jaw clenches. Your eyes get dark. You want me too, don’t you? But you’re too good to touch someone as dirty as me now.” She laughed bitterly through her tears. “So go on. Tell me how disgusting I am. Tell me I’m a slut. Tell me you’re done with me. Just… make me feel something real for once.”
The air between you was suffocating, thick with rage, heartbreak, years of unspoken longing, and a dark, dangerous hunger that had finally clawed its way to the surface.
You grabbed her wrist when she tried to shove you again, pulling her closer. Her tear-stained face was inches from yours, lips parted, breathing ragged. The tension snapped taut like a wire about to cut skin.
This wasn’t going to end with words.
The silence after her broken confession lasted less than three heartbeats.
You grabbed her by the shoulders and slammed her back against the wall. Chaewon gasped sharply, but her eyes blazed with fury and desperate hunger. Before she could spit another insult, your mouth crashed into hers in a violent kiss. Teeth clashed. Tongues fought. She bit your lower lip hard enough to draw blood, and you retaliated by shoving your hand between her thighs, finding her completely bare and already soaking wet.
“Fucking slut,” you growled against her mouth, plunging two thick fingers deep into her tight cunt without warning. Chaewon cried out, her walls clenching greedily around the sudden intrusion. “This pussy is dripping just from fighting with me?”
“Shut up–” she hissed, but her hips rolled shamelessly against your hand, chasing the rough friction. You curled your fingers viciously, stroking that spongy spot inside her while your thumb ground hard circles on her swollen clit. Her short black bob bounced as her head thrashed against the wall, tears still streaming down her flushed cheeks.
You ripped your fingers out, spun her around, and shoved her face-first against the wall. The oversized t-shirt was yanked up to her waist in one brutal motion. You freed your aching cock, thick and rock-hard, from your pants and slapped it against her soaked folds.
“You want to feel something real?” You pressed the fat head against her entrance, teasing her dripping hole. “Then take it.”
You slammed into her in one savage thrust, burying every inch inside her scorching, velvety heat. Chaewon screamed, her pussy spasming wildly around your girth. She was impossibly tight, fluttering and gushing around you as you stretched her open.
“Fuck–-too big–!!” she sobbed, nails scraping down the wallpaper.
You didn’t give her time to adjust. You pulled back and started pounding her with merciless force, hips snapping forward so hard her small body jolted with every thrust. The wet, obscene slap of skin on skin filled the messy apartment. You gripped her narrow waist with bruising strength, yanking her back onto your cock like a toy.
“This is what you wanted, right?” you snarled, leaning over her to bite the side of her neck hard enough to leave another mark on top of the ones from last night. “Getting fucked like a worthless whore. No more random cocks, Chaewon. This sloppy little cunt is mine now.”
“Yes–fuck—I–hate you—” she moaned brokenly, pushing her ass back to meet your brutal thrusts. Her walls clenched rhythmically, milking your shaft as you railed her against the wall. You reached around and rubbed her clit roughly, forcing her closer to the edge.
She came violently within minutes, her whole body seizing, pussy squirting around your pistoning cock, juices running down her trembling thighs. She screamed your name mixed with curses, but you didn’t slow down. You fucked her straight through her orgasm, chasing your own anger.
You pulled out suddenly, spun her around, and lifted her. Chaewon’s legs wrapped around your waist instinctively as you carried her to the couch and bent her over the armrest. Her perfect ass was presented to you, red from the impact of your hips. You spanked her hard, once, twice, three times, leaving bright handprints on her pale skin before slamming back inside her from behind.
Deeper. Harder. Meaner.
You gripped her messy black bob like reins, yanking her head back sharply as you destroyed her pussy. Every thrust made her small tits bounce under the bunched-up t-shirt. You reached around to pinch and twist her sensitive nipples, making her wail.
“Tell me how many guys fucked this hole this week,” you demanded, slamming into her so deep your balls slapped against her clit.
“Three—ahh—fuck—four!” she sobbed, voice hoarse. “But none felt like this, none of them—”
“Good.” You fucked her even harder, the couch scraping across the floor from the force. “You’re going to feel me for days. Every time you sit down, you’ll remember who this pussy belongs to.”
Chaewon came again, harder this time, her legs shaking uncontrollably as she squirted all over your cock and the floor. Her cries were raw, broken, filled with months of pain and relief.
But something shifted.
The brutal rhythm slowed. Your grip on her hair loosened, turning into something closer to a caress. You pulled out, turned her over, and carried her to the bed with surprising gentleness. When you laid her down and climbed on top of her, Chaewon’s tear-filled eyes met yours, vulnerable, exhausted, and full of something deeper than lust.
You pushed back inside her slowly, inch by inch, until you were buried to the hilt. This time you didn’t pound her. You rolled your hips in deep, languid strokes, grinding against her clit with every thrust. Chaewon whimpered, wrapping her arms and legs around you tightly, clinging like she was afraid you’d disappear.
“I’m sorry…” she whispered, fresh tears spilling down her temples into her black hair. “I’m so sorry for everything…”
You kissed her tears away, then captured her lips in a slow, deep kiss full of emotion. Your cock dragged along every sensitive ridge inside her, filling her completely with every gentle but powerful thrust.
“I’ve got you,” you murmured against her mouth. “I’m not leaving. Never again.”
The sex turned achingly tender. Long, sensual strokes. Skin sliding against skin. You cradled her face in both hands, thumbs brushing her wet cheeks while you made love to her. Chaewon’s walls fluttered and clenched around you, pulling you deeper as another orgasm began building, this one slower, heavier, devastating.
You kept the pace steady, grinding deep, kissing her neck, her collarbone, her swollen lips. “I love you, Chaewon. Even like this. Especially like this.”
That broke her.
Her third orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave. Chaewon cried out, loud, raw, and completely undone, her entire body shaking violently beneath you. Her pussy spasmed endlessly around your cock, milking you with powerful contractions as she squirted again, soaking both of you. Tears poured down her face in heavy streams. She sobbed openly, clinging to you desperately, burying her face in your neck as wave after wave of pleasure and emotion tore through her.
The feeling of her falling apart so completely, crying, trembling, giving herself to you fully, pushed you over the edge. You buried yourself as deep as possible and came hard, thick ropes of hot cum flooding her spasming cunt. Pulse after heavy pulse, filling her until it overflowed and leaked out around your shaft.
You stayed inside her, softening slowly, holding her through the intense aftershocks. Chaewon kept crying softly against your chest, her small body trembling in your arms. You stroked her messy black bob, kissed her forehead, her damp temples, her swollen lips, whispering soothing words until her sobs gradually quieted into exhausted sniffles.
“I was so scared…” she whispered hoarsely, voice barely audible. “I thought I’d lost everything… including you.”
“You haven’t lost me,” you said, pulling the covers over your tangled bodies while staying buried deep inside her warmth. “We’re going to fix this. Together. No more running. No more strangers.”
Chaewon nodded weakly, pressing her face tighter against your chest. For the first time in months, the emptiness in her eyes was gone, replaced by fragile hope and exhaustion.
She fell asleep like that: wrapped around you, your cum slowly leaking out of her, tears drying on her cheeks, your hand gently stroking her short black hair.
The storm wasn’t over. But for tonight, in the wreckage of her apartment and her broken heart, Chaewon finally felt safe.
It was early April. Classes were cancelled on Wednesday for a faculty development day. Scott didn't have any classes on Tuesday, and the college was only an hour away from home, so he took advantage of the manufactured weekend and went home Monday evening. When he got there, only one car was in the driveway. He went in and heard some deep bass reverberating through the house. He followed the sound until he got to his sister Leeseo's bedroom door. She was a senior in high school. She was facing her mirror and dancing. Scott had come from a direction that put him behind her. Her T-shirt barely covered her ass. At one point in the music, she leaned forward, and he could see the lower part of her buttocks. On the next beat, she moved forward again, and the top went up further. She shook her ass so hard that he couldn't tell whether she had anything covering it. Scott had never thought of his sister sexually, but he couldn't help himself from complimenting her. "Nice!" he said.
Leeseo stopped and turned around. "Would it kill you to announce yourself?" she asked.
Scott put his arms around her and hugged her. "Nice to see you, too," he said sarcastically. The music ended, and he noticed that she'd been watching a video on her laptop. It was a present from their grandparents for her eighteenth birthday.
"What's up?" she asked.
"My schedule gives me two days off in a row, so I thought I'd come home to my beautiful family." As he said this, he let his guard down. Leeseo hugged him back, and in the effort, brought her shirt up. Scott's hands were now directly on her ass. "My really beautiful family," he added with a smile. Leeseo stopped hugging him and stepped back. "So, what are you doing?"
"Mom and Dad had theatre tickets, so I'm taking the opportunity to teach myself how to twerk."
"Looks like you're a fast learner. But why?"
"I'm hoping to get Jimmy to make a move on me."
"What move? You've been dating him for two months."
Leeseo put her hands on her hips and rubbed up and down. "I mean, a move."
"An ass like yours, and he hasn't made a move? What's wrong with him?"
"Glad you noticed," Leeseo said.
Scott sat in the chair at her desk and told her, "Show me what you've learned."
Leeseo clicked on another video. She followed the woman's moves, starting by shaking her chest. Scott was well placed, since the whole thing was viewed from behind. Leeseo's boobs swayed far enough on both sides to keep Scott's interest. On the next move, she leaned her chest forward, then pushed her stomach forward and then shook her ass.
"How long have you been practicing?" Scott asked.
"Since yesterday," Leeseo answered.
"That's amazing! It only took you a day to be able to make each cheek move up without using your hands!"
"Artistry is great, but that's not really what I'm aiming for. I want a reaction!" She turned around and saw Scott rubbing his crotch. Scott immediately moved his hands away, but Leeseo said, "No, that's good. At least I know I'm doing it right."
"Don't let me stop you," he told her. Even when he had his hands on her ass, he couldn't tell if she was wearing anything besides the T-shirt.
Leeseo backed the video up a couple times until she found a good spot to resume her workout. This time, when she got to the ass-shaking, she bent over so far that Scott had his answer. "Hell, yeah!" he told her.
"You like it?" she asked. She could see him in the mirror approaching her, and she did nothing to stop him, not even when she felt his fingers between her thighs.
"Do I ever!" he said.
Leeseo locked her legs for a moment, trapping his hand. She had to make a decision. She'd always been taught that this was abuse, but it sure felt okay to her. She loosened up to see what he'd do. He didn't move back, as if he were embarrassed, or forward, as if he were eager. She took a step backward. He pulled his hand back, but he put both hands on her butt. "What does it make you want to do?" she asked.
"Right now, just this," he answered, and he caressed each cheek.
Leeseo resumed gyrating her hips, but slowly. "That's what I was hoping for," she said. "Well, part of it, anyway."
Scott took his right hand off her butt and put it under the front of her shirt. He moved it up and confirmed that she wasn't wearing a bra. "Like this?" he asked.
His hand felt so natural on her breast. "More like this," Leeseo answered, and she moved his hand a little so his palm was over her erect nipple.
"And maybe this?" Scott took his left hand off her butt and moved it to the front as well. Her left nipple tingled in anticipation, but instead, he put it over her pussy and began stroking it.
As he was moving her hand, she knew she was going to have to make a decision, but when she felt his fingertips sift through her pubic hair, there was no more question what she wanted. "Yeah, like that," she cooed. He inserted a finger and tried to finger-fuck her. She felt his jeans against her ass, and she could tell there was a bulge. "You seem a little uncomfortable," she said.
"Yeah, I am," Scott admitted. He removed his hands. Leeseo turned around, but he asked, "Did I say to stop? I haven't seen anything like this all semester."
She turned back to face the mirror and kept moving her hips. She could see him unbuckling his pants. She was concentrating on her own moves when she heard them fall to the floor. He came up behind her, and she could feel his hardness through his underwear against her butt. This time instead of playing with her tits, he stroked her pussy with his left hand and her clit with the right. "Oh, God … Oh, God," she moaned. She got up on the balls of her feet so he could get more of his erection between her legs. They ground their hips together, both knowing what they ultimately wanted, but neither willing to be the one to break the tension they were already enjoying.
Finally, the song ended. Leeseo had to step forward to choose another clip. When she moved back, Scott pointed his dick between her ass cheeks. She raised her feet again to let him through, and this time the head slipped through the opening in his underwear. She spread her thighs a little. As soon as he moved forward, she closed her thighs again. They continued bumping and grinding, enjoying just that moment, for the next couple minutes. Then the woman in the video gave Leeseo an instruction to pull her hips forward as far as she could. When she did, Scott's dick came out, but when the instruction came to grind back, his dick went all the way through her thighs. She had one more chance to change her mind. Maybe he was thinking the same thing. I'll let him decide, the thought. If he develops a conscience, we'll never speak of it again. If not, I'll have something to talk about in the anonymous forums. She bent down to where her chest was almost horizontal, and she saw his dick for the first time. Did she say, "Wow," or did she only think it? It was the thickest she'd ever seen. Brother or not, she had to find out how it felt inside her.
Scott pulled back and went forward, and buried his dick in her pussy. "Is this the reaction you were hoping for?" he asked.
"Not from you," she said, "but yes."
"Sorry," he said, and he started to pull out.
It was one thing when she wasn't sure what she wanted, but to have the choice taken away from her was unacceptable! She closed her thighs. "I didn't, but I do now!" She ground her hips left and right, and Scott thrust back and forth. Between the two of them, his cock was touching places that none of her previous dates had ever reached.
"You like twerking, huh? You like how it gets me all hard?"
"Yeah, I do!" Leeseo agreed.
"You like my cock going deep in your cunt?"
"I do! I do! Fuck me harder, Scott!"
Leeseo's moves made it difficult, but Scott was picking up the pace. "Oh, shit!" he shouted. "Who knew what a sexy sister I've got!"
"Oh, I love hearing that," Leeseo managed to gasp.
"Doesn't Jimmy tell you that?" Scott asked.
"He tells me I'm pretty and gets all poetic, but he never tells me I'm sexy."
"Then fuck him," Scott said.
"I've been trying to," Leeseo said with a laugh.
"Do you want him to come in your cunt?" Scott asked.
"I hadn't thought that far," Leeseo said. "Why do you-Oh!" She could feel his cock tensing up. She stopped moving. As soon as she felt her brother's seed flowing into her womb, her own orgasm began. "Oh, shit, yes," she moaned.
After Scott's dick fell out of Leeseo's pussy, they sat on her bed. "Are you as hot as I am?" Scott asked.
"Probably," she said, and she took her shirt off. Scott did the same.
"You know, that's not the only thing that came to mind when I was watching you."
"What else?" Leeseo asked.
"Think about it," Scott answered. "I walked in on a sexy ass moving in a sexy way. I don't know whether you like—"
Leeseo's eyes lit up. "Do it!" she ordered. Scott got up on his knees, and she pulled his underwear down that far. She turned around while he removed his last bit of clothing. Scott went slowly, but the two of them had produced plenty of natural lubricant. It only took a few thrusts to get his dick well inside her asshole. "Yeah … yeah … but do my tits like you were before."
Scott put his hands under her stomach and lifted. She rose until her chest was upright. He continued to ram his cock in and out, but he was able to rub each breast in circles, occasionally moving a palm to rub a nipple. "Oh, yeah, you've got such soft tits, Leeseo. I wanna suck them later."
"No time like the present," Leeseo said. She pushed him back. To her own surprise, she even liked how his dick felt on the way out of her ass. She turned around to face him.
Scott put his left hand behind her back. He cupped her pussy with his right, leaned down and licked her nipple. She pulled his right hand toward her, and he put two fingers inside her. He alternated breasts but kept going deeper with his fingers. She reached for his dick and began stroking it. "Oh, shit," he moaned. "I want you again."
Leeseo took his fingers out of her pussy and lay back. Scott lined his cock up and slid inside her in a single motion. He put his hands under her shoulders and kissed her. She returned his kiss, but she also wrapped her legs around his waist. "Deeper!" she commanded.
Scott could hardly have refused if he'd wanted to. He moved his hands under her buttocks and thrust harder. "Shit, I'm gonna come again!"
"Give it to me," Leeseo moaned. "I want it all! Flood your sister's cunt with your cum!"
"Here it comes!" he announced.
Leeseo put her arms around him and held him close while she felt him flooding her with his second load. When he stopped coming, she continued to hold him in place. She looked at him and asked, "You really do think I'm sexy, don't you?"
"Well, yeah," Scott answered. "I'd have to be blind not to."
Leeseo moved her hands to Scott's biceps. "You're not too bad yourself," she said with a smile.
"I don't know what to say," Scott replied. "I'm not insecure enough to immediately light up when you say that, but I'm not conceited enough to say, 'Yeah, I know.' So, uh, thanks! I try to take care of myself." There was an awkward silence for a couple minutes. Scott broke it by noting, "At one point when you were playing with my dick, I thought you were going to suck me."
"Disappointed?" Leeseo giggled.
"I came home expecting to have an ordinary dinner with my family and instead I had the best fuck of my life. How can I be disappointed? Besides, I didn't do the same for you."
"Maybe next time," Leeseo suggested.
"I could give you a hell of a graduation present in a couple months," Scott said.
"I don't wanna wait that long," Leeseo replied. "Come home some weekend. We can both tell Mom and Dad that we have dates and go off someplace."
"Yeah, I know a park that has a lot of private areas," Scott told her, and he laughed.
"What's so funny?"
"I'm probably gonna tell my friends that I've got a date at home who I know is gonna suck my dick. I just won't tell 'em who my date is." He looked at her expression. "You want me to keep silent?"
"No, just make sure you tell 'em afterward how good it was."
Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Smut | Word count: 7.8k | Tags: Girlfailure, Blowjob, Pervert Moka, Handcuffs, First time
Synopsis: The university's perfect student turns out to be an incredibly shy and perverted fanfiction writer
Note: I apologize if some parts are rough. I could have edited it more, but I was so tired, and I had been working on this fic for way too long. I hope you can still enjoy it
Moka was a good student. She paid attention in class, shared her notes, and studied diligently. Her impressive consistency was admired by all her peers, and they wondered how she achieved this type of discipline. It seemed like nothing bothered her: not the five tests set in a week, not her insufferable courters, not her friends’ dramas.
Indeed, Moka had a secret: fanfictions. That’s how she took her stress away. The study material is too difficult? Read a one-shot, and it will all click right away. A short break from the clubs? That’s time for some headcannons. Having a bad day? Some smuts will fix it right up. What about a good day? Well, read away.
It was when she went to college that she started writing, and when she discovered her natural talent, she never stopped. Reading was fun. People had amazing stories to tell, but after absorbing all those tropes and characters, her brain was starting to bubble with stories of her own. Suddenly, she could create whatever she wanted and didn’t need to send requests, hoping the writers liked them.
Moka seemed like an innocent girl. She wore cute sweaters and girly shirts, often paired with a pleated skirt; she wore a lot of gadgets, and always had rounded sneakers. She had a bright personality and always smiled.
People looked at her and saw an adorable ray of sunshine. Never would they have guessed what she wrote.
And, truly, she did write cute stories at first. Short fluffs about the shows she was watching. Ships and self-inserts.
But a girl has her needs.
When that character showed up on screen, shirtless and sweaty, oh it burnt like a fire. Immediately, she had to look up something, something strong.
She started following boy groups and entered their fanfiction fandoms, and that was the decisive moment.
Fluffs weren’t enough. She needed more. The heat inside her chest couldn’t be tamed by simple cuddles and kisses. She was well past that, that was for kids, not her.
It started with spicy scenarios, a little teasing, some touching here and there, and it quickly spiraled into something wilder.
Moka wanted to try them all. All kinks, plays, tropes, and characters. She let the tingles take her away, following that feeling that clouded her brain.
She started dipping her feet on the other side as well and realized just simply how hot girls were. But other than that, she got curious about the other perspectives and started reading male reader stories.
Seeing the perspective of the man made her go insane. It was exhilarating.
By that time, she had already built up a decent following. It was only natural, given how prolific a writer she was.
That’s when she met you, her fellow writer friend.
She stumbled upon your blog after scrolling endlessly through mediocre clanker-ridden Y/N slop. It was like finding a diamond in the rubbish.
After reading the first paragraphs, she was hooked. After eight more, her breath was hot. 10 seconds later, her right hand crawls down her legs. 20 more seconds and she has to stifle the lewd moans rushing out of her mouth.
And 10 minutes later, she was left with a mess to clean up.
It was love.
She had to meet whoever wrote this story. It was like their brain completely in sick with hers. It knew everything she liked, from the cute interactions, to the sexual tension, the sex and even the pace.
Moka took some time to re-collect herself and get some tissues to get herself back into her clean demure image. Then she went to your blog, clicked the small speech bubble under your post and started typing.
[OMG THIS WAS SO GOOOD. Honestly my favorite fic right now. PLEASE GIVE US A PART 2]
Hearted.
Her job was done, her nerves were soothed, now back to studying.
Moka went back to her microeconomy book and started reading the chapter the professor had taught this morning. It wasn’t exactly an interesting topic but she still had to catch up otherwise it would pile up endlessly. So everyday, when she went back home, she would re read her notes and check what it said on the textbook. Read… Read…
She needed to read another one. Another smut.
Moka threw her book aside and jumped on the bed again. She opened her phone and rushed to your blog, that she had followed already. She checked your masterlist. There were so many choices, so many fics she hadn’t read yet.
So her personal ritual started again.
On the other side of town, you were scrolling through the countless memes on IG reels when you received that notification. It surprised you. Nobody had ever written a comment with that much excitement and certainly not with those many capital letters. You thought for a moment. It was either a very zesty man or it was a girl.
You’ve heard of them before, girls that read male reader fics, though they were very rare. You wondered why they’d be attract to this, especially since the perspective was so different. As long, as they liked it, you didn’t complain.
“How should I reply to this?” you thought to yourself. It was always good practice to reply to comments. They took the time to write it, after all.
[Thank you for the comment! Wait for part—
“No,” you thought. “It will probably not happen. Delete.”
[Thank you for the comment! We’ll see what happens]
There. That’s perfect. Give them hope but don’t promise anything. Done, enter.
You were about to put your phone away when another notification hit your phone.
[IM GONNA WORSHIP THE GROUND YOU'LL WALK IN🙏🏻💛😭]
Okay, what the fuck?
Well, you were flattered, that’s for sure. But was this really necessary. You kinda remember what you wrote and not a single sentence deserved this much… excitement. Not to mention, it wasn’t towards the character either, it was towards you. You.
You had to sit back and really think what to reply this time.
Maybe you should match her energy. No, that’s not really what you do.
[You’re too kind!]
Yeah, that will be okay. And… send.
[IM SCREAMING THAT WAS INSANE OMGGG I- I’ll NEVER recover from this, I’m not the same person anymore]
What?
Is this person okay?
You rubbed your forehead. You had to go and quickly read what you wrote to try to understand the reasoning of this reaction. No matter how many times you went back to it, you still couldn’t understand.
You stared at the blinking cursor. Should you reply again? What if she continued? What would you do then?
Before you could decide, someone messaged you. It was her. Or him, you still weren’t completely sure.
> Sorry if that was too much 😭 your writing hits different
> Like it’s written exactly for me
> Sorry sorry sorry
You blinked. She seemed nice enough. Without really thinking about it, you started typing again.
On the other side, Moka’s heart dropped when she saw your reply. She’d been debating inside her head whether she just gave you a reason to quit writing or permanently tainted your stories with her excessive comments. She was embarrassed. She was the only comment under them. There were some others but it was mostly “Nice” or “Great fic!”.
Relief washed over her when Moka read what you wrote.
She picked up her phone again and started thinking of how to reply to you. With a pillow clutched between her chest and the the phone screen, she started typing, slower this time.
> Really?
> I love your plots and characters!
> It’s really unique
> Thank you!
> Have you read my stuff before?
Moka bit her lip.
> No not really
> I just found out and started reading
> Just a few days
More like just a few hours. But she didn’t want to seem crazier than she already did.
You smiled at your screen, she must have binged all your fics.
> Wow you must have a lot of free time
> Not at all I should be studying right now 😭😭
> Well it does help to relax a little bit
Moka thought for a moment. She wanted to keep talking but didn’t really know what to say. She could have continued to talk about writing and fics but she wasn’t sure whether you really liked them like that.
> Do you take requests?
You leaned back in your chair. Not really. Rarely. Actually, never tried. You told yourself you would but only if the idea felt right and usually you didn’t really feel inspired. But you didn’t really want to let her down, she looked so happy to read your stuff.
> Sometimes
> You have something in mind?
Moka jumped up from her seat. “Calm down,” she told herself. This is the chance. Do not scare that man. Or woman. She had a lot of ideas she thought about writing but never did, it was time she could give them to you.
But were they good enough?
Think, Moka, think.
Moka typed, deleted, she looked through her documents, her phone notes. Nothing. You would have surely rejected them. Okay, she had an idea. It would be a good idea to actually ask you to write with her. Yeah, why not? That way she can learn from you and create a good story that you would both like.
> Not a request really, more like a collab
> I write too
She got your interest.
> That could be interesting
> Could you send me a link to your work
Moka’s breath started to quicken and her heart started to beat faster and faster. All her stories, her secrets, her filthy works. You were going to see all of them. Well, you wrote that stuff too so it was fine but it was still a bit embarrassing. What if you hated them?
But it was too late to pull back.
Moka took a deep breath, copied her blog’s link and pasted the link.
You watched the blue link appear in your chat and clicked it. The screen blinked and loaded up her blog. You were sure it was a female now. The blog was very well customized. It was all pink with plenty of moodboards, colored titles, sparkles and hearts everywhere.
Your blog, in comparison, was a boring default setup.
You went right into her masterlist and clicked the first fic.
The opening lines were cute. It was a show character x female reader, that made sense. A classic sweet student type of story: some banter, some very cute interactions, some embarrassed touches. You quickly scrolled through it, catching the essence of the story though quick sentences: two characters who clearly wanted each other but didn’t admit it.
Her writing style wasn’t that bad. You’re sure she was the one who wrote it.
You scrolled down further, skipping a few of the other fluffs to see how she progressed.
The story was a bit more complex this time. The plot was clear, and it developed into a longer time frame. Her words weren’t fumbling. The sentences were longer, tighter, and well thought. You were interested. It was the type of story you’d read, except you weren’t really familiar with these ships.
Your eyebrows rose when you went to her most recent fics.
“Oh,” you muttered to yourself. “So she does smut.”
The stories still started with the cute scenarios that she used in her earlier fics but it went from fluff to explicit in the space of just a few paragraphs. By the time you reached the middle of the fic you were very surprised. It was filthier than you expected.
You went back up to check the tags. “Fluff, slow burn, kissing,” so yeah, very tame normal stuff. Then: “dirty talk, overstimulation, bondage, knife play, domination, cock worship.”
Well, that was quite quick.
You blinked, scrolled again, and there it was: “Consent play, praise kink, degradation kink, pissing, blood play.”
Wait, how do those two tags even coexist?
Her works were actually very well written. It’s normal for writers to be into interesting stuff so you didn’t really see anything wrong with it. You accepted the collab, discussed some of the characters you liked, and let it go from there.
You didn’t think much about it, it was a very natural process. She’d start thinking about the plot first and then you’d review it.
Moka was extremely happy. She was doing all kind of research to make sure she knew everything single thing about every single person they could have written. She double-read every single story you had ever written to understand fully your style and preferences.
She had found another thing to look forward to when she was the university and could go to class with the same bright smile she always had.
The lecture hall was the same as every Wednesday, the professor was halfway through explaining a graph on prices when Moka saw something way too familiar in the corner of her eye. She tried to tell herself not to think about it and focus on the class but it was too strong.
There was something on that phone screen that she had already seen. It was that familiar pink layout of her blog, the sweet Y2K aesthetic that she spent 2 whole months creating on HTML and CSS. It was hers. There was no other possible person.
It was her own blog on the phone of someone in the same room as her, and they’re reading it right now. In public.
She watched you scroll through the story, completely focused on every single word. Moka felt her face getting warm. She had never thought about the type of people who would read her stuff and seeing a real person read her most private and perverted thoughts in a room full of people was making her succumb to embarrassment.
Then you opened a new tab to check your own dashboard and reply to a message. Moka fumbled out her phone and saw the message appear in front of her. Her eyes widened and she could feel the air leaving her lungs.
It was you.
The person that wrote all the stuff that she had consumed in her most private moments, the person that she’s obsessing over, the person that she’s supposed to write with… sitting right there in front of her.
When the bell rang and everyone packed their bags to leave the room, Moka moved on autopilot and teleported next to you. You were just putting your backpack on your shoulder when you felt the presence of another person next to you.
You turned your head and saw a familiar face. Yes, you had noticed her before. She was in your class after all. From what you remember, she was one of the best students in the course. She must have been one of the best ranked during the entrance exam. She was dressed very well too, with a cute sweater and a pleated skirt.
“You’re…” she started, her voice cracking. She cleared her throat and pronounced your exact username in the clearest tone possible.
Your eyes darted open. Who was this? Who sent her? Were they here to blackmail you? You stepped back. This could get dangerous real quick.
Moka kept looking around to make sure no one was listening and stepped closer to lower her tone. “I mean, I’m cocomin43, but my name is Moka,” she blurted out. “The one who… commented on your stories…”
What? Her? You didn’t really say much. You couldn’t believe this was happening right now. You stood there with your mouth slightly open.
“Uhm, okay?” you mumbled.
“I saw you reading my story,” she said. "The one with the... you know. The knife stuff." She squeezed her eyes shut for a second, mortified. "This is so awkward. I’m so sorry. I shouldn't have said anything."
The moment the words knife stuff left her lips, Moka knew she had messed up. She saw your judgmental expression and couldn’t handle it.
"I—I mean! Not that I do that! I mean, I write it, but I don't—oh god," she stammered. “I have to go. Bye!”
Before you could even say anything else, she had spun around and quickly walked outside, nearly hitting a passing student.
After that episode, Moka spent 48 hours in a state of paralysis. She sat on her bed, staring at her laptop, wondering if she should open the private messages to clear up the situation. She didn’t sleep that day. She didn’t dare open the site.
For the first time in her life, she had revealed her secret to someone. You weren’t just a user; you sat in her class, just a couple of rows in front of her.
She didn’t know why she even talked to you. It was an excitement she had never felt before.
She couldn’t let it end like that. You were the only one who could actually accept her for who she was.
Still, she felt an incredible amount of shame and embarrassment that was hard to shake off. When she went back to university, she took the long way to every class to avoid the economics building.
But fate was that she’d meet you again at the vending machines. She was just buying a soda can when she saw your reflection in the glass. She couldn’t run. She had to confront you.
Moka froze. The can she chose thudded into the tray, and she slowly turned around to see your face staring back at her.
“Uhm,” she started. “Hi, again.”
“Hi,” you said, quietly.
“From the… internet.”
“I remember.”
She laughed nervously.
“Listen, about the other day,” she said. “Sorry. I’m not normally like that… I don’t really say that stuff.”
“Yeah, that’s fine,” you said, rubbing the back of your head. “I figured.”
She took a deep breath.
“I actually wanted to… talk? Like, for real?” she looked at you. “And not about… that. The collab would be cool, but I’d like to get to know you.”
She bit her lips.
“I’m at [road], you know? Near the other student apartments. It's quiet there. No one will hear us... talking. About normal things! Like hobbies! " She winced at her own outburst. "Anyway. If you want, you should come over. Tonight? Around seven?"
She couldn’t stand the pressure and left with the coffee.
You thought about it. She was really pretty, and you were curious about her. She seemed really shy; maybe she just really wanted to make some friends. Well, she already had some friends at the university, you could see that. Maybe she wanted to share her hobby?
Well, what could go wrong? You made up your mind and looked up the address.
And that’s how you found yourself in this situation, in front of the door of a fanfiction writer.
You take a deep breath and ring the bell.
Moka opens the door and lets you inside. It looked like a normal apartment. It was clean, as spacious as a small studio could be but mostly neat. She didn’t have a lot of decorations outside the living room, apart from some plants and some small things here and there.
“So… here we are,” she says, playing with the keys in her hand. Her eyes go to the ground, fixated on her shoes.
“It’s nice,” you tell her, with a smile.
“You think so?” Moka says softly, looking at you with a small grin. “Wanna see my room?”
“Uhhh… sure.”
Moka opens another door and leads you down the small hallway. You can already see the warm light escaping the opening of the entrance. When you step inside, you open your mouth: it was so girly and pink, what you’d expect from the girl who sat in the front row.
There are neat stacks of textbooks lined up on her shelves, each one with pastel sticky notes sticking out from the sides. On her desk, highlighters and pens are organized by color—pink, yellow, blue, purple. A couple of books and notebooks lie open, as if she left them there mid-study session.
The walls are covered with posters of boy groups, their corners fixed with strips of washi tape. Next to a row of binders, a few lightsticks lean against the shelf, ready for the next concert.
Her bed is made, though not perfectly; the blanket is pulled up but slightly uneven. Plushies take up a good portion of the space, some new, some a little worn. The covers are of a pinkish hue as well.
The air smells faintly sweet, maybe from a candle she burned earlier or a lotion she uses.
“This is… it,” Moka comments.
“It’s nice,” you say again. Realizing it’s the same exact thing you said before, you try to think of something else. “It’s… cute.”
“Really?” she asks. “I—I cleaned my room, not that it was dirty, but like, not because you’re here,” she spits out and immediately regrets it, “oh my god—”
You laugh, brushing the back of your neck. “I like the boys—the posters you got on the walls.”
“You do? Are you into boy groups?”
“I like BIGBANG,” you say, pointing at the poster of Taeyang’s face. “His song is nice. Eyes, nose, and lips, was it?”
“Oh yeah, it was one of my favorite videos. It’s not often they go shirtless. He has very nice muscles. They are so… big,” Moka says with great enthusiasm.
“Mmh, yeah…” you say, a bit startled by her sudden outburst. “I meant the song. The song is nice.”
“Oh,” Moka laughs awkwardly. “It’s a great song! Yes, I like the song—too.”
You nod and continue to observe her room. You’re left with an awkward silence that Moka absolutely can’t stand. She’s thinking about what she said. God, you had just stepped into her place and she had already revealed how much of a pervert she is. Sure, you already knew. After all, that’s how you two know each other, but she was kind of starting over.
Moka shakes the thoughts out of her head and clears her throat. “Ehem. Would you like some tea?”
“That sounds nice, yeah,” you say.
“You can sit on the bed if you’d like,” Moka says. She turns around and guides you to the edge of the mattress. She takes just two steps and she’s already tripping on air. Her body comes way too close to you, her face inches from yours.
She immediately jumps away and apologizes profusely. You quickly brush it away.
In the kitchen, Moka’s mind races like crazy. She uses the electric kettle to boil some water. The bubbling of the water helps her calm down. She takes deep breaths and puts the mugs on the tray. When Moka comes back to her room, you’ll still be sitting there with your hands on your lap.
She puts the tray on the desk and grabs a mug. Her fingers are shaking and you can tell she’s overthinking everything. Moka holds it out to you, but in her nervousness, she misjudges the distance. The mug tilts, and a splash lands right onto you.
“Ah! Wait—oh no!” she cries. She freezes in horror, eyes wide.
“I—I’m sorry! I didn’t mean—uh…” she grabs a napkin and tries to clean it off you. She doesn’t stop to think and fails to realize that the tea fell right between your legs. She even presses her hands against your pants, trying to pat them dry.
You freeze as you feel her whole weight coming down on you. “M-Moka! Wait—!” you start, but she’s so panicked she doesn’t hear you. Her eyes flick up and her panicked expression meets your shocked eyes.
“I’ll clean it! I swear! I’m trying, I’m—” her hands keep moving but it’s only making it worse.
You try to pull her hands away gently but she only panics more. She rubs hurder and stutters, “Ugh, why is this happening to me?!”
“Moka! Seriously, stop it!” you finally yell.
Moka glances down and realizes where she’s been rubbing. Her eyes go wide and her face flushes a deep red. She immediately backs away, waving her hands around in the air.
“Oh no no no no no!” she squeals, dropping the napkin. “I didn’t mean to—oh my god, I’m the worst!”
She covers her face with her hands from the embarrassment, continuing to mutter incoherent noises. Moka peeks between her fingers, deeply mortified.
You shake your head and laugh nervously, “It’s okay. It’s fine, really.”
Her shoulders slump, but she’s still red from head to toe. She’s a complete mess. She’s rouched awkwardly on the floor, hands still trembling, blinking rapidly. She’s trying her hardest to erase what just happened from your memory.
“Don’t worry about it, just… come sit,” you say and pet the space next to you.
“Can I?”
“Well, it’s your bed, right?”
“Yeah, you’re right,” she stutters and sits next to you, at a reasonable distance. “I—I’m so sorry about… you know… your—um…” She gestures vaguely toward your lap. “I didn’t mean to… touch that. I swear, I wasn’t thinking!”
“You apologized enough. It’s okay, really. Please don’t think about it,” you try to reassure her. “Anyways, what was the tea supposed to be? Black?”
“No, I… yes, it’s black but not just black. It’s like a black vanilla.”
“Oh, I see. It smells nice.”
“Yeah, it does, it does,” she says. “You also smell… uhm… good,” she murmurs. Maybe a good compliment will make her apology more believable. “Like… like a boy, but… in a nice way! Not in a weird way! I mean… you always smell nice. I noticed it the first time, but… okay, that sounded creepy, I’m sorry!”
It seems like she doesn’t think before she talks.
“You smell nice too…” you comment. “The shampoo aroma.”
She squeezes her hands together. “Thank you,” she smiles. You complimented her. You really did. You liked her. Maybe you wanted to sniff her hair. She’d gladly let you. And then she’d sniff you. Yeah, that’s how it should go.
“I mean, uh… thank you for… coming over. And, um… your hair looks really… nice? Today. It always does. And your… your jacket… it smells good too. Not in a weird way”
“What’s up with this smell thing?” you say, laughing.
Moka’s eyes go wide and she stammers. “Sorry, it’s gross right? I know it sounds dumb! I’m… I’m talking too much, aren’t I?”
“No, it’s okay, it’s… kind of cute.”
“Cute? Really?” she squeaks, bouncing on the ball of her feet. “I—I’m not cute! That’s… that’s impossible! You’re lying! You can’t actually mean that!”
“Really, you’re kinda adorable when you’re panicking. A bit.”
“A-adorable?! I—I can’t believe you just said that.”
“Moka… relax. You’re fine. Just breathe.”
“Alright, alright,” she brushes off and stays still for a moment.
You use this silence to wonder about your life decisions. What kind of situation have you put yourself in? This is not the Moka you knew. She was so normal in class: she had friends, talked to people, and was attentive. Now, it seems like she has never talked to a person in her whole life.
Surely, there must be some reason. Maybe the problem was yourself? But you didn’t do anything.
Moka seems to have calmed down a bit. She’s still fidgeting with her fingers but her face is of a softer red.
She turns her head towards you, lips pressed together, she takes a deep breath before talking again. “So, uhm, do you like reading books?”
You look at her briefly and turn your head to think about the answer. Moka clearly did not understand what you were doing because she interpreted it as you judging her harshly.
Panic. Again.
“I mean—of course you read books—stupid, forget I said that.”
“No, no, it’s a fair question,” you comfort her. “I actually don’t read a lot of books.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, it’s mostly series and movies I watch. I use my previous knowledge about literature from books to write.”
“I see, well, what shows do you watch?”
“Korean and Japanese dramas? They have nice stories, it’s a good form of inspiration.”
“Yeah, I watch those too,” Moka says happily. Finally, she found a topic they had in common. Now all she had to do was come up with more questions to keep the conversation going.
Quickly, she had to remember what the video said. What was it again? First one was… maintain eye contact! Right. Thinking about it she already failed that first point. She must have looked your eyes probably two times in the twenty minutes you have been here.
Moka stared at you. Yeah, that was too awkward. Fuck that.
Just keep the questions going.
“What’s your favorite drama?” Moka asks, straightening her back to show how relaxed she was.
You look up at the ceiling to think about it. “Uhm,” you hummed. “I don’t know, really. I really liked When life gives you tangerines, you know that one?”
“Oh! I do!” Moka exclaims and smiles brightly. “The one with IU, right?”
“Yeah, yeah. It’s pretty funny and quite romantic.”
“I really like the male character; he loves her a lot.”
“I thought he was kinda dumb at first. She was clearly not into him.”
“But then she did love him after all right?”
“Yeah at the end but he didn’t know that.”
“Yeah I remember that scene where they got drunk it was so funny and then when they went to the hotel they couldn’t resist and had sex. Imagine, it must have been their first time and it was so fun. I would do the same if a boy loved me so much. How couldn’t I? It was so cute and that’s how they got their kid too! They must have had so much sex haha.”
“...”
“...”
“Yeaaaahhh,” you started. “Definitely.”
There you go Moka, you ruined it.
“Well it did show that they were young and inexperienced,” you start. You could feel the awkwardness in the air and tried your best not to embarrass her, although she had every reason to be.
“They loved each other and didn’t have a proper way to show it before,” you continue. “It just happened.”
“Right, right,” Moka says.
“IU is a really good actress, isn’t she?”
“She really is, I admire a lot.”
“You do?”
“Yeah, she worked very hard and earned everything,” Moka says. “And she’s good at everything she does.”
“That’s true,” you laugh. “All the dramas she did were very successful.”
“What was the other one… uhh… Hotel Del Luna!” Moka says. “Did you see it?”
“I did, I did.”
“You liked it?”
“Very much. It was really fun, especially the thing between the protagonist and Man-wol.”
“The protagonist? You can’t remember his name, do you?”
“Yeah, I can’t,” you laugh.
“Wait,” Moka says suddenly. “Did it inspire one of your stories?”
Although it was the reason you guys knew each other, you didn’t really want to talk about it. “I don’t remember.”
“The story you wrote with Sana.”
“I think so.”
“I loved it!”
“Oh, thank you,” you reply.
“I really like how you wrote their conflict and banter.”
You keep nodding, looking away, hoping she changes the topic.
“Especially the tension between them that keeps softening.”
“Talking about that, what did you think about Man-wol’s—”
She starts oversharing without realizing it: “I actually… uh… read your fic three times. In one night. I mean, not because I’m obsessed or anything—okay I am, but not in a weird way! Wait, that is weird—uh, forget I said that.”
She tries to change the subject but it backfires: “So, uh… what’s the wildest thing you’ve ever written? …Oh my god, why did I say that? Ignore me.”
“It’s okay…” you barely say. It is not okay.
Moka what are you doing??? Fix it. Fix it. Fix it. Say something normal.
“Fuck,” she mutters. “Uhm, writers ask each other that, right? Like, professionally.”
You don’t reply and keep quiet. You glance toward the door, it’s time to leave. This girl is weird.
Her stomach drops.
You shift slightly on the bed. “Maybe I should…”
“No!” Moka says, quick and sharp.
“I—I mean,” she scrambles. “W—wanna watch a movie?”
You hesitate, you’re almost standing up. Moka panics and grabs your sleeve. You react instinctively and get up from the bed.
“No, you can’t go yet! I mean… stay! Please stay. We haven’t even… um… finished our tea… I mean what’s left of it… I’ll make more! No, don’t get up, sit!”
Moka is awkwardly clinging into you. “Wait! Don’t go, I can… show you something! Not like… weird something. Unless… you want weird. Do you want weird?!”
You take another step back but she’s still holding onto your sleeve.
“I’m sorry, I’m so bad at this. I just… I like you. And I… I want to… do stuff with you. Like… not just studying. Freaky stuff.”
Moka goes fully red. “Ugh, I sound insane, don’t I?”
“No, you…”
“You hate me, right?”
“What?! No, I don’t hate you,” you say. “It was just really sudden. I think you’re nervous? I’m a bit nervous as well.”
“Is it something I did?”
“Maybe it’s just us, we’re a bit different and maybe we don’t vibe…”
“No please don’t say that,” Moka half yells at you. “I’ll do anything. Please stay. Let me apologize to you, I’ll… I’ll suck your cock!”
“What?”
“I’ll do it for real!” Moka says. “Just don’t go.”
Just as she says that Moka gets on her knees. You didn’t expect it, but she looks really sexy. You can peek at the shape of her ass and how small her waist is. Not to mention the crazy arch on her back right now and the look in her eyes.
You can feel yourself get hard in your pants. You can’t refuse her.
Moka doesn’t need an answer and puts her face right in your groin. Her hands come up to sloppily get your pants off and free your cock. She stops at your underwear. Her face is flushed, and her eyes are fixed on the bulge in front of her.
You can feel her nose touch you, and you slightly pull back. Moka is sniffing your bulge. Her nose is buried in your boxers, inhaling deeply your scent. She begins to nuzzle into you, her nose rubbing clumsily against your shape.
To think she was such a proper and nice student. Right now, she was acting more like a hungry animal, huffing and puffing hot breath into your boxers. Moka is already moaning and she still hasn’t seen your cock yet.
“Boy smell,” she whimpers. “It’s making me crazy.”
Moka looks up at you, pressing her cheek against your cock while maintaining eye contact. You can clearly see your penis getting harder and growing against her face, and there’s nothing you can do. She’s giggling and chuckling, pleased with your reaction.
“I love your smell,” she says. “It’s so manly. It’s so strong, it’s like… pheromones.” Moka giggles and sniffs you again. When she decides that she wants to do more, she takes a deep breath and pulls your underwear down.
Your cock springs open and nudges her nose. Moka pulls back with surprise and starts smiling widely at the sight.
“Your cock, finally…” she starts. “It looks so pretty up close.”
Her thin, delicate fingers wrap your cock from both sides, and she starts stroking you. Her eyes don’t leave your cockhead for even one second. They’re wide and glistening with wonder.
“It’s the first time I've seen a penis for real,” she says. She pronounces the word in a certain manner, giving a certain stress on the ‘p’.
Moka pulls out her tongue and drags it across the underside of your cock. She stops at the head where she takes it tentatively in her lips with a small kiss, just to feel your shape, and pulls back. Her mouth is watering uncontrollably and a drop of saliva leaves the corner of her lips, drooling down to her chin.
Moka opened her mouth wide and took you completely inside her mouth. Her tongue swirls around your head while her cheeks hollow out to suck you inside of her. Her eyes are closed as she focuses on slowly bobbing her head to properly service your cock.
Her blowjob is sloppy but it’s not amateurish. “Have you done this before?” you ask her.
Moka hums and steps back, letting her hands take the place of her mouth and stroke your wet cock. She smiles and giggles.
“You know,” she murmurs, “I’ve practiced it before. I have plenty of toys…”
Just as she said that, she went back to your cock. This time, she gripped the base of your cock with just one hand and took you in deeper, moving her head forward and back. Her suction was constant. She used her tongue to stroke your frenulum, get in the grooves under the head.
“It feels so good, Moka,” you say and adrenaline shoots through her. Your validation gives her the confidence she needs to give you everything she has.
“Please,” she huffs, “please put your hands on my head.”
You oblige and hold her head in place while stroking her hair with your thumbs. Moka gripped your thighs and lowered her jaw, sliding your penis violently to the back of her throat.
The impact made her choke, and she had to take a moment to calm down her gag reflex. Some tears rolled down her cheeks, and her nose wrinkled at the pain.
“Are you okay, Moka?” you said worryingly.
“I’m okay!” she replies. “Let me try again.”
Moka brushed her hair back and relaxed her throat. She pulled her tongue out and let you slide back inside her mouth. Your cock easily reached the back, and she held you there. You could feel the muscles of her throat constricting around you, squeezing and massaging your penis.
She was whimpering and tried as hard as possible to deepthroat you for longer, but she hadn’t practiced long enough.
Moka pulls out, and a large amount of thick spit flows down her mouth.
She’s laughing. “It’s harder than I thought.”
“Moka, that was… crazy,” you tell her. “Don’t need to do it again tho.”
“Okay,” she hums and starts sucking the head of your cock.
Her hand is pumping your cock while she sucks you.
It doesn’t take much longer until you have to tap her head. “I’m going to cum, Moka.”
“Please, cum in my mouth,” she begs, while her hand strokes you faster and faster. “I want to taste it.”
Moka pulls her tongue out and opens her mouth wide. She guides the tip right on it and you came. She could feel the warm load shooting to the roof of her mouth, splashing against her tongue and teeth. Some of it missed her target, splattering across her cheek, but it amused her more than anything.
When you were done, she flicked her tongue to collect the last bead of semen from your cock and swirled around the white liquid in her mouth. She played with it for a second before closing her eyes and gulping it down. Moka opened her mouth again, showing you how she swallowed it all.
“Shit, you didn’t have to do that, Moka,” you tell her
“Why? I like it,” she says. “You also wrote about it a lot, haven’t you?”
“I guess I did…”
“Don’t worry, you taste really really good.”
“That’s good to know…”
“Will you stay now?” Moka asks with her puppy eyes. “Please don’t leave.”
“No, no, I will stay,” you say. Of course, you would. Who else would leave after a pretty girl devoured their cock?
“Really?! Thank you!” Moka screams and jumps up.
She runs to her desk and opens her drawer to find something. You shouldn’t be surprised by know, you knew already what she was like but you were still shocked when she turned around. In her hands, she was holding some handcuffs.
At this point, you’re regretting what you had just told her. You have to leave. You really should but you can’t. Your pants are at your ankles and it would take too long to pull them back up. If you did try to run out with your cock out, you would stumble with your lowered pants and fall.
There was nothing you could do and as you were thinking about it one cuff was already locked on your wrist. Moka jumped on the bed and pulled you to the mattress. Everything happens too quickly. She locks your right wrist on the bedpost and before you know it, she pulls out a second pair of handcuffs and locks your other wrist as well.
You’re now lying on the bed with your arms spread out and locked onto the bed.
Moka is breathing like a wild animal. Her chest rapidly moves up and down and she’s literally drooling.
“I just wanted to make sure you wouldn’t leave,” she says. “I’ve, um… read a lot. Like… a lot a lot. And I… kind of… want to try it all. With you. Is that too much? That’s too much, isn’t it?!”
Moka laughs and takes her shirt off. “I’m sure you’ll understand.”
You do. Your eyes are darting up and down between her small waist and her petite breats. Moka’s body is incredible. It’s slim and yet has incredibly erotic curves.
Next she removes her pants, revealing her drenched panties. There’s a visibly dark wet spot between her legs, glistening under the room light. Moka quickly takes them off as well, letting a string of her juices follow them down. She was literally dripping wet.
“I want you inside of me,” Moka mumbles. “I can’t think of anything else.” She climbs on the bed and moves towards you on her knees.
She stopped on top of your cock, with her shins pressing down on your thighs. There were drops of her juice falling down to your crotch.
“Wait, Moka, protection,” you say. You instinctively move but the handcuffs are holding you back.
“There’s no time for that,” she says.
Moka stretches her pussy open, letting you see the wetness that was inside of her. Then she lowers herself. Your penis stretches her open, and she starts moaning. You grit your teeth. Moka is incredibly tight, and you could already feel yourself almost cumming.
Her spin arches as she pushes you deeper into her. She stays there for a moment, letting her pussy clench and spasm around you.
Moka doesn’t take it slow. As soon as her body accommodates you, she starts riding you fast and hard. You’re watching her small breasts bounce, seeing her face as she bites her lip in concentration, and you can’t believe this is actually happening.
The pleasure was intense. Her tightness was excruciating; if it wasn’t for how wet she was, you wouldn’t be able to move inside of her at all.
Moka can see you struggle with your handcuffs. You had nothing to hold on to. The only way for you to handle the pleasure was to grit your teeth, which was becoming painful at this point. You wanted to grab her. You wanted to feel her body.
“You want me to free you?” Moka says between her moans.
“Yes!” you say.
“Okay, wait,” she mumbles and reluctantly stops riding you. She moves and grabs the key from the table and frees your hands.
As soon as you are free, you grab and push her down to the bed. Moka yelps but she loves it. With her ass up and her back arched, you get a firm grip of her waist and push your penis deep inside her.
Moka screams at the sudden force and moans nonstop as you fuck her roughly. You hammer into her, your balls slapping against her soaked pussy with every thrust.
From behind you can see her unbelievable grip. Her lips were clenching on your cock, stretching out as you left her pussy, not wanting to let you go.
“Please please please please,” Moka sobs. She’s lost in the pleasure. “Slap my ass, please!”
You don’t need her to repeat it. Your palm meets the flesh of her ass hard. The sting is sudden, and Moka screams with joy. You slap her again and again until her cheeks become red.
“You like that, slut?”
“Yes, yes, I love it!” Moka screams. “Oh god, yes right there!”
Moka is creaming all over your cock. The mix of your precum and her juice, thanks to the movement of your sex, was frothing a thick white cream, slowly creeping out of her pussy.
Her body was so delicate and feminine. Her whole body shook with every thrust, her legs trembling as you pounded into her. You want to break her, but her slender body took every blow and made her pussy squeeze you tight. If anything, she was breaking you. Your glutes are burning, but you can’t give up.
Not much longer, you’re both incredibly close. You’re pistoning into her harder and harder.
“I’m going to cum!” she yells.
You’re going to cum as well. You want to bury your dick inside of her and pump her uterus full of cum but a second before you blow, something flashes in your mind. The responsibility of a kid, having to drop college, working at a supermarket… you pull out.
You groan as you cum all over her back. Moka rolls her eyes back into her skull and screams as her pussy violently sprays a stream of squirt on the bed. Her body shakes violently as more streams of liquid leave her pussy, drenching everything.
After her orgasm is over, Moka collapses on the bed. She can’t of anything anymore, her mind is completely blank. You pass out next to her.
It takes her a couple of minutes to come back into the real world when she notices the warmth of her back.
“You came on my back?” she asks.
“Yeah,” you answer weakly.
“What a waste.”
“I didn’t want to get you pregnant.”
“I’ll start taking the pill,” Moka says. “So you can cum inside of me all you want.”
You listen quietly to her words, astonished at how erotic they sound, but more than that, you think about the implication—that there will be a next time. If that’s how amazing she is, you might consider it. It was Moka after all.
“Sorry, I’m kinda awkward, and I’m not used to this stuff…” Moka starts, crouching next to you. There’s a tenderness in her words that you had almost forgotten during the previous session. “I hope you’ll take care of me,” she says sheepishly, “and there’s a lot more stuff we have to try.”
The scent of lavender and eucalyptus hangs thick in the air, a cloying sweetness that’s supposed to soothe. I watch her from behind the reception desk, the way she pads in barefoot, her hair tied up in a messy bun, a cheap mask from a pharmacy covering half her face. But I’d know those eyes anywhere. I’ve watched her fancams enough times. Hayeon, from tripleS.
Hot, tight little bitch, right here in my spa.
I keep my voice even, professional. “Welcome. Ready for your premium relaxation package?”
She nods, her voice soft and grateful. “Yes, thank you.”
I lead her to the private room, the one with the door that doesn’t have a lock from the inside, only from the out. She lies face down on the heated table, her small body sinking into the plush padding. I pull a sheet up to just below her waist, baring her back. Her skin is perfect, unblemished, a canvas of pale cream.
I pour warm oil into my hands, the scent of sandalwood mixing with the lavender. I start on her shoulders, working the knots from her muscles. She lets out a soft, breathy sigh of relief.
The first five minutes are a lie. I knead her trapezius, trace the line of her spine. She relaxes, her breathing deepening. My hands slide down, over her shoulder blades, the dip of her lower back. I feel the tiny shiver that runs through her when I brush near the waistband of her panties.
“You’re so tense,” I murmur, my voice a low, comforting hum. “Let me help.”
I push the sheet down, exposing the smooth, full curve of her ass, wrapped in white cotton. She stiffens for a second, but doesn’t protest.
My hands move lower, gripping the meat of her cheeks through the fabric. A kneading motion, then harder. She gives a little gasp. “That’s… a bit rough…”
“Essential for deep tissue,” I say, my thumbs digging into the cleft of her ass, pressing against the fabric covering her pussy from behind. She squirms, her legs pressing together.
“Please, that’s… that’s not…”
I don’t let her finish. My hand snakes under her, cupping her mound through the soaked cotton. She arches her back, a startled yelp escaping her lips. “Stop! What are you...“
I rip the panties down. They tear with a sound like a scream. Her bare ass is exposed, two perfect, pale globes. I don’t give her time to react. I grab her by the nape of the neck, shoving her face into the face cradle.
“Shut up, you cocksleeve,” I hiss, spitting into her ear. “You think you can walk around like a princess?”
I slap her ass. Hard. The crack echoes in the quiet room. Her body jolts, a wet sob catching in her throat. I do it again, and again, my palm leaving red handprints on her flawless skin. She’s crying now, but the sound is muffled by the padding.
I flip her over like a ragdoll. She’s a mess, tears streaming down her face, her lipstick smeared. Her small tits, braless under the robe, are heaving. I pull the robe open, exposing her. Her pink nipples are hard, from terror, not desire.
I shove two fingers into her mouth. She gags as I hook them, pulling her jaw wide open. “Suck,” I order. She doesn’t. I press harder, feeling her teeth scrape my knuckles. “You’re going to learn.”
I pull out, slick with her spit, and jam those same fingers into her cunt. She’s dry. Tight. Screaming. I don’t care. I piston in and out, feeling the rough friction burn both of us. Her thighs try to close, but I knee them apart.
“Look at you. A national star, and you’re just a wet hole.”
I pull my fingers out, red from her struggling. Yet. I grab her throat with my left hand, the belt of my uniform coming off with my right. She sees the leather, her eyes going wide, full of a terror that’s delicious.
“Please,” she whispers. “Please, I’m just a kid… I’m eighteen…”
I wrap the belt around her neck, pull it taut. Her words choke off into a wet rattle. I twist the leather, watching the veins in her forehead bulge. Her hands claw at the wood of the table, her feet scrabble. I love the sound of her struggle.
I mount the table, my cock aching in my pants. I free it, the head slick with pre-cum. I line it up with her mouth, shoving my entire length down her throat as I hold the belt tight. She gags, convulses, her eyes rolling back. I face-fuck her until my balls slap her chin, only stopping when I feel her go limp.
I loosen the belt, letting her take a shuddering, broken breath. She’s barely conscious. Perfect.
I turn her body, limp as a doll, onto her stomach. I push her face into the table, pull her hips up. Her asshole is a tight, pink pucker. I don’t use lube. I press my cock against it, leaning my weight into her.
She shrieks, a high, animal sound, as my head forces its way in. The belt slips from my hand, and she twists, trying to crawl away. I grab her arms, wrenched them back, and lock them. Full nelson. My arms are like steel bars, pinning her. I slam into her from behind, my cock buried in her ass, my chest against her back.
I fuck her like an animal. My hips slap against her bruised ass. Her screams are muffled by the cushion. I pull out, shove into her pussy, then back into her ass, alternating, using both holes like a fleshlight. Her body is shaking, jerking with every thrust.
I let go of her arms ahead, let her drop face-first onto the table. She doesn’t move. I check. She’s out cold.
I grin.
I lift her legs, spread them wide like a wishbone. Her pussy is swollen, red, abused. I slide back in, slow, savoring the wet, warm surrender of her limp body. I fuck her unconscious cunt, my hands wrapped around her throat again, squeezing just enough to keep her under.
I cum inside her, a hot, thick load painted in her gutselsk. I don’t pull out. I just lie there, softening inside her, watching her blank, slack face.
When I’m done, I button up my pants. I arrange her limbs into a recovery position, but I don’t cover the belt marks on her neck. I leave the cum leaking out of her, pooling on the massage table.
For now, she’s just a wet, used doll on a table. My dirty little secret.
Warning: This story contain of heavy Incest, Bdsm, Creampie, father-daughter.
[Daughter]
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How is Leeseo doing nowadays, Seongsaenim? My young daughter is a fan of IVE, especially Leeseo? You must be proud to have a beautiful and famous child like Leeseo.
Those are the words that come out every time you go out and meet someone who knows you, your neighbors, your student's guardian, or your daughter's schoolmates. Every time you reply to them with a smile and a friendly face.
"Leeseo is alright. Oh glad to know it, I hope you support my little princess. I'm so proud of my little treasure".
***
The key turned with a soft click, the sound swallowed by the thick walls of your apartment. The cheerful mask—the one you wore for neighbors, students, and the occasional starstruck fan—dissolved the moment the door closed behind you. Silence. Not the peaceful kind, but the charged quiet of a held breath. You moved past the framed photos of IVE’s debut stage, Leeseo’s bright smile frozen behind glass, and stopped at the unremarkable door at the end of the hall.
Fingers danced over the keypad—9, 3, 6, your wedding anniversary, the year you buried her mother—and the lock hissed open. The air inside was warmer, thicker, carrying the faint tang of leather and sweat.
And there she was: your little princess, your idol's daughter, your Leeseo, kneeling on the plush rug, wrists bound behind her back with silk ties, the leash pooling in loose coils around her like a serpent asleep at her feet. The blindfold was new—black satin, the kind they used in high-end photoshoots—but the gag was familiar, the polished spheres stretching her lips wide, glistening with saliva.
"Missed me, Princess ?" you murmured, toeing off your shoes.
Her head tilted toward your voice, a tiny, eager motion, but she didn’t—couldn’t—answer.
Not yet.
You crouched beside her, brushing a thumb over the flushed apple of her cheek.
"You’ve been good, haven’t you? No squirming, no trying to slip the cuffs?" A whimper, high and needy, vibrated against the gag. You grinned.
"That’s my girl."
The whip's leather coiled lazily in your palm, its weight familiar as an old friend. You let it drag across Leeseo's bare skin—slow, teasing. Her ass tensed under the touch, smooth as polished marble, the faintest tremble betraying her anticipation. You watched the goosebumps rise in its wake, the way her breath hitched when you paused just below the small of her back.
"Breathe," you reminded her, tapping the whip lightly against her thigh.
Her chest expanded in a shuddering gasp, the gag bobbing as she swallowed hard. You circled her, boots whispering against the rug, and crouched to meet her blindfolded gaze.
"Now—tell me, princess." The whip's tip traced idle patterns down her spine, "Do you know what your mistake was?”
The gag clicked loose in your palm, releasing its polished spheres with a slick pop. Leeseo's lips trembled, slick with spit, her tongue darting out to wet them instinctively.
"I don't know, Daddy," she whispered, voice hoarse from disuse, the syllables clumsy around the phantom weight of the gag.
The whip cracked against her ass before the last word fully left her mouth. Not hard, not cruel, just enough to paint a stripe of heat across her skin, to make her gasp and arch into it like a cat stretching under sunlight. Her groan curled into something sweet and broken, pleasure threaded through the sound like gold in marble. You watched the flush bloom across her cheeks, down her throat, the way her bound hands flexed against the silk restraints.
"Bad girls," you tutted, circling her again, the whip trailing along the curve of her hip, "don’t know their mistakes."
Your free hand tangled in her hair, tugging just enough to tilt her head back, baring the delicate line of her throat.
"What is your mistake, bad girls".
"I don't know daddy".
Slap.
The second strike landed just below the first, a twin stripe of fire blooming across her skin.
"Naughty girl," you murmured, watching the way her breath stuttered, the way her thighs pressed together involuntarily.
"Don't even know what she's doing wrong."
The pleasure coiled in your gut wasn't just from the sight of her reddening flesh—it was the way she leaned into it, the way her voice wavered when she whispered,
"I'm the naughty girl, Daddy. I deserve to be punished." Like she'd been waiting all day to say it. Like it was a prayer.
You let the silence stretch, the only sound was her ragged breathing and the soft creak of leather as you flexed the whip in your grip. Her skin was warm under your fingertips when you traced the rising welts, the heat radiating like embers.
"Such a pretty color on you," you mused, thumb pressing just shy of cruel into the tender flesh.
Her whimper was muffled against her own shoulder, her hips shifting restlessly. You knew that tell—she was wet already, had probably been wet since she tied herself up hours ago, following your texted instructions to the letter.
Your fingertip slid through her slick folds with the ease of a knife through warm honey, and Leeseo's hips jerked against your touch like a marionette tugged by invisible strings.
"It seems," you murmured, circling her clit with deliberate, maddening slowness, "that you're enjoying the punishment of a naughty girl."
The words dripped from your lips like syrup—thick, sweet, designed to make her squirm. And squirm she did, her bound wrists twisting against the silk, her thighs trembling as your nail scraped just shy of where she needed it most.
"Daddy's punishment is a blessing for me," she gasped, the words catching in her throat as your fingers retreated, leaving her empty, aching.
Her blindfolded face tilted up toward you, lips swollen from the gag, chin glistening with spit. The devotion in her voice was almost liturgical—the way a nun might whisper a prayer, the way a sinner might beg for absolution. You reached for the nightstand, the drawer sliding open with a whisper of wood on wood, and her breath hitched when she heard the familiar buzz of the vibrator coming to life.
Bzzzz. Bzzzz. Bzzzz.
"Please, Daddy," she whimpered, her voice cracking around the edges like thin ice, "Not that toy—" Her plea dissolved into a moan as you dragged the buzzing head along her inner thigh, teasing, taunting, letting the vibrations ripple through her skin without giving her what she craved.
"I want—nngh—I want you to punish me with your cock only." The last word came out in a rush, desperate and ragged, as if she'd been holding it in all evening.
"that's not a punishment, naughty girl—but it is a punishment," you murmured, pressing the buzzing dildo against her slick folds without preamble.
The way her body arched off the rug—back bowed like a drawn bowstring, thighs clamping around your wrist—would've been comical if it weren't so devastatingly erotic. Leeseo's gasp fractured into a high, reedy whine as you worked the toy deeper, the vibrations rippling through her tight walls, turning her muscles to liquid fire. Her blindfolded face twisted in disbelief, lips parted around a soundless cry, fingers clawing at the silk binding her wrists.
"Hold on tight, naughty girl," you crooned, twisting the toy just so, relishing the way her hips jerked in protest. "If you can resist not coming..." You leaned down, your breath hot against her ear, "...Daddy will give you a reward."
The last word dripped like honey, deliberate, calculated—you knew exactly what that promise would do to her. Her thighs trembled, her toes curling against the rug as she fought the rising tide, her breath coming in ragged, uneven bursts. The vibrator hummed mercilessly inside her, its rhythm steady, relentless, a metronome counting down to her surrender.
The vibrator's buzz deepened to a throaty purr against your palm, the sudden surge in intensity wringing a strangled groan from Leeseo's throat. Her hips bucked wildly against the rug, the muscles of her stomach fluttering like trapped butterflies as her thighs squeezed around your wrist. You watched, mesmerized, as her lips parted around a soundless scream, the tendons in her neck standing stark against flushed skin.
"How does it feel, huh?" you murmured, twisting the toy just enough to make her toes curl. "You know your mistake yet?"
Leeseo shook her head frantically, her blindfold damp with sweat where it pressed against her temples. The denial was instinctive—part of the game—but you saw the way her teeth sank into her lower lip, the way her breath hitched when you dragged the vibrator back to her clit in slow, deliberate circles.
"No?" You clicked your tongue, your free hand sliding up to cradle her jaw, forcing her to face you even through the satin blindfold.
"Let me remind you then, princess."
Your thumb traced the seam of her lips, smearing spit across her chin.
"You wore that outfit—the one with the skirt so short I could see the lace of your panties when you bent over during 'Attitude' '"The vibrator pressed harder, buzzing against her swollen flesh. "Made Daddy so hard during third period I had to keep my briefcase on my lap for twenty fucking minutes."
Her moan shattered into a whimper at that, her hips jerking as if trying to escape the sensation even as she ground down against it. The contradiction was beautiful—the way her body betrayed her even as she played the stubborn brat. You leaned closer, your lips brushing the shell of her ear.
"All those fans screaming your name," you whispered, "and all I could think about was bending you over the dressing room table, hiking that skirt up, and fucking you raw until you forgot every choreography but mine.”
The sounds pouring from her throat weren't words anymore, just shattered vowels punched out between panting breaths: "Uhrg—ah!—ngh—D-Daddy—!" Spit slicked her chin where the gag had stretched her lips wide, her blindfold darkening with sweat at the temples.
You ground the vibrator deeper, feeling her thighs clamp around your wrist like a vice as she trembled.
"What's the matter, naughty girl?" you murmured, watching the way her breath hitched between each word, her chest rising and falling in frantic little gasps.
The vibrator buzzed mercilessly against her clit, the sound almost drowned out by the wet squelch of her arousal coating the toy. Leeseo's head thrashed side to side, her bound wrists twisting against the silk, the muscles in her arms taut with strain.
"I can't—" she choked out, her voice cracking under the weight of the pleasure building inside her.
Her hips jerked erratically, caught between the instinct to press closer and the overwhelming need to pull away.
"Daddy, I can't hold it—" The words dissolved into a high, reedy whine as you circled the vibrator faster, the vibrations ratcheting up another notch just to watch her unravel. Her toes curled against the rug, her entire body arching off the ground like a bowstring pulled too tight.
“I need to—cum”.
"Hold on, baby," you murmured, voice thick as honey laced with venom, your free hand sliding up to cradle her trembling jaw. The vibrator pulsed inside her, a relentless counterpoint to your words.
"If you can endure it..." You twisted the toy sharply, wrenching a gasp from her lips, "...Daddy will promise to reward you."
Her hips jerked like a marionette with its strings cut, sweat glistening along the dip of her collarbone.
"Fuck your slutty pussy so hard you'll forget your own name," you continued, thumb smearing spit across her bottom lip, "and dump my hot, thick seed straight into your greedy little womb."
Leeseo's breath hitched—a wet, ragged sound—her thighs clamping around your wrist with bruising force. You saw the exact moment the words registered, her whole body tensing like a bowstring drawn too tight.
"Ugh... Okay, Daddy," she whimpered, the syllables fracturing as you dragged the vibrator in slow circles, "I would hold it as—ah!—" Her voice shattered into a moan when you pressed down harder, the vibrations rippling through her clit like electric currents.
Leeseo's face contorted—nose scrunched, lips peeled back over clenched teeth, eyebrows knitted together like tangled threads. Every muscle in her thighs trembled with the effort of holding still, her big toes curling so tightly against the rug they left tiny divots in the fibers. The vibrator's maximum setting thrummed against her clit like a jackhammer, the sound drowned out only by the wet, obscene squelch of her arousal coating the toy. Her bound wrists strained against the silk, the knots digging crescent moons into her skin where she'd pulled too hard. A single drop of sweat slid from her temple, tracing the curve of her jaw before vanishing into the hollow of her throat.
"Now," you murmured, your free hand sliding up to cradle her trembling jaw, thumb smearing spit across her parted lips. The word was a guillotine's drop. "Good girl. You can cum."
Leeseo's climax hit her like a tidal wave—a sudden, violent rush of sensation that ripped through her with the force of a lightning strike. Her entire body arched off the rug, back bowing so sharply it looked almost painful, thighs clamping around your wrist with bruising force. The scream that tore from her throat was raw, unfiltered, a sound so primal it seemed to vibrate the very air between you.
And then—gush—her pussy spasmed around the vibrator, a hot rush of slick arousal flooding over your fingers, soaking the rug beneath her in a glistening pool. Her hips jerked erratically, her toes curling so tight they nearly cramped, her bound wrists twisting against the silk until the fabric creaked in protest.
The silk blindfold slid away like a curtain rising on a private performance—Leeseo’s pupils blown wide, her lashes clumped with tears, her lips parted around a ragged exhale. You watched her blink against the sudden light, her gaze focusing on your bare body with the reverence of a disciple before an altar. Your cock throbbed against her thigh, leaving smears of precum on her damp skin.
"Are you ready for your reward, good girl?"
Her nod was immediate, eager, her throat working around a swallow as her hips lifted in silent invitation. The first inch of your cock sank into her with obscene ease—her body so slick, so pliant, so his—and her sigh curled into a moan that vibrated through your bones.
"Urgh... Daddy... So good."
Her lips tasted like salt and strawberry gloss—the kind she wore for photoshoots—as you crushed your mouth against hers. Leeseo whimpered into the kiss, her tongue darting out to lick at your teeth before you pulled back, leaving her panting.
"Daddy—" she gasped, her voice breaking as you snapped your hips forward, burying yourself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. Her back arched off the rug, her tits bouncing with the force of it, her nipples pebbled tight under your palms.
You squeezed her left breast hard enough to make her yelp, your thumb grinding circles into her nipple until it turned that pretty shade of pink you loved. Her pussy clenched around you in retaliation, a wet, vice-like grip that had your balls tightening.
"Fuck," you growled, your fingers twisting her other nipple sharply. "You take my cock so well, princess. Like you were made for it."
Leeseo's moan was a broken thing, her head thrashing side to side as you pistoned into her, the slap of skin on skin echoing off the walls. Her hands—still bound behind her—flexed uselessly, her fingers scrabbling for purchase against the rug. You leaned down, capturing her lips again, swallowing her cries as you fucked her deeper, harder, your thumbs never leaving her nipples.
The last thread of propriety snapped with the wet slap of skin against skin—not with a whimper, but with Leeseo's guttural moan vibrating against your collarbone where you'd bitten her. Somewhere in the apartment, a clock ticked. Somewhere in Seoul, IVE's music played in department stores. But here, in this room thick with sweat and sex, there was only the animal truth of her hips grinding up to meet your thrusts, her cunt dripping around your cock like she'd been designed to take it. The father who packed her school lunches was dead. The daughter who giggled through karaoke nights was ashes. What remained was this: your teeth on her throat, her nails scoring your back, the primal understanding that her body was yours to ruin.
Leeseo's thighs trembled against your hips, her calves hooking around your waist to drag you deeper. The position wrenched her bound wrists awkwardly beneath her—she'd have bruises tomorrow, marks the stylists would cluck over before layering her in lace sleeves. You didn't care. She didn't care. Her head thrashed side to side, her ponytail coming undone in dark strands that stuck to her damp cheeks.
"Daddy—Daddy—" The word wasn't a title anymore, just a sound, a plea ripped from someplace deeper than language. You pistoned into her, the obscene squelch of her arousal filling the room, her pussy fluttering around you in irregular spasms like a heartbeat gone arrhythmic.
"Daddy will cum inside you, princess," you growled, your fingers tightening in her hair as her pussy clenched around your cock like a velvet fist. The words tasted like sin on your tongue—thick and heavy, coated in the kind of forbidden desire that made your pulse hammer in your throat.
Leeseo's breath hitched, her thighs trembling where they bracketed your hips.
"I'm in—ah—a fertile period, Daddy," she gasped, the syllables fracturing as you thrust deeper, your pelvis grinding against her clit with every snap of your hips.
Her admission hung between you like a grenade with the pin pulled out—dangerous, electric, delicious.
The realization slammed into you with the force of a freight train. Your balls tightened, your cock twitching inside her as the implications unfurled in your mind like ink in water. Your daughter—your *little princess*, the idol who smiled for cameras and waved at fans—was ripe for breeding. The thought sent a jolt of white-hot arousal straight to your groin, your thrusts turning jagged, erratic.
"You want that, don't you?" you murmured, your lips dragging along the damp curve of her throat. "Want Daddy to fill you up? Pump you full of my seed until it takes?"
Your fingers dug into her hips, surely leaving bruises beneath the silk ties still binding her wrists. "Until your pretty little belly swells with my child?"
Leeseo's moan was raw, unfiltered, her head thrashing against the rug. Her cunt clenched around you in vicious pulses, as if trying to milk you dry already.
"Yes—fuck—yes, Daddy," she sobbed, her voice cracking under the weight of her desperation. "Want—ah—want your baby inside me.”
"Accept this, princess," you growled, your voice roughened by lust and something darker—something primal. "Accept Daddy's seed inside you."
Your hips stuttered, the rhythm breaking as your balls tightened against her ass. Leeseo's breath hitched—a wet, ragged sound—her thighs clamping around your waist like a vice. The first spurt hit her cervix with enough force to make her jerk, her back arching off the rug as your cum flooded her womb, hot and thick.
"*Ugh—Daddy—" Her scream fractured into a moan, her pussy clenching around your cock in rhythmic pulses, milking you dry. "So warm, so full," she whimpered, her voice trembling like a plucked string.
You stayed buried inside her, your cock twitching with aftershocks, your forehead pressed to hers. Her breath fanned across your lips—strawberry gloss and something saltier, something yours. The room smelled of sex and sweat, the air thick enough to choke on. Leeseo's thighs trembled around you, her cunt still fluttering weakly around your softening length. A drop of sweat slid from your temple onto her collarbone, tracing the delicate curve before vanishing between her breasts.
Outside, Seoul pulsed—neon lights flickering, traffic humming, the distant thump of bass from some club bleeding into the night. But here, in this room, time had stopped. Your cum pooled inside her, seeping into her fertile womb, and the thought sent a possessive thrill down your spine. You cupped her jaw, thumb smearing a tear from her cheek.
"Mine," you murmured, the word a vow.
The End.
Note : next week would be continued secret Lesson series.
You have a crush on Seol Yoona, let's start with this fact first.
She's deadly gorgeous — her eyes, her nose, her lips. You're as tall as she is, but the aura she emanates makes you feel like you're five centimeters shorter. She's a year above you, and that just makes the entire ordeal better for you. It's your thing — being dominated at everything by a woman. Therefore, Seol Yoona, or Sullyoon, is just flawless in your eyes.
You don't even dare to look at her when you walk past each other in the hallway. You just hide behind your friends cowardly, and you hope that she'd notice you amongst the crowd one day. There's a conflict between your actions and your desire, apparently, but you just can't help getting flustered and becoming mute when she's in your proximity.
The chance presents itself eventually. It can't be more of an open chance than this one.
"Have you seen the pair list for the trip yet?" Taesan asks you. His hands are on the steering wheel, driving you to the faculty as usual. You help him with fuel costs from time to time.
"Not yet. I probably got paired with someone I don't know." You shrug, scrolling through your Reddit feed. There are a few memes and a few posts about the games you're still playing in your freshman year. "We'll forget each other in a week, so, like, what's the appeal of knowing it now?"
"You're fucking pessimistic, dude. Maybe you have one of those pretty sophomores as your partner!" Taesan encourages you as the car enters the campus. "What's her name again? Yoon?"
"Sullyoon, and what's the chance? Two? Three percent? What's one hundred divided by thirty-eight—"
"Sometimes you just gotta believe, man," Taesan cuts you off cleanly. He's like a lighthouse for your sailboat in a thunderstorm. "And it's over ten percent. If you get one of the dance club members, they might help you get to Yoon as well!"
"Sullyoon. Yoon is the debate club president," you correct Taesan, though you're opening the group chat now. The trip's main document is the latest message.
"Yeah, Sullyoon," and he pauses to make a turn before continuing. "Anyway, the key point is: you have to trust your luck. I'm sure you'll—"
"Holy fucking fuck."
"Told ya, is it one of the—"
"It's Sullyoon!" you shout into the small confines of Taesan's car, seeing your name to the right of Seol Yoona on the list. You examine again to make sure that you didn't hallucinate, and it's really you and Sullyoon! You're being paired together for the trip this summer break!
You can barely comprehend the notion of you actually conversing with her — the topic, the tone, the personality, her eyes, her nose, her lips. Fuck, even the idea of you being close to her felt so far-fetched just mere minutes ago, and now, you're finally going to get to know her!
"I'm gonna cum."
"At least get out of the car first."
---
"Aren't you gonna go sit with her?" Taesan asks you, and you open your eyes from the attempt to get a pleasant sleep on the way to the destination. "The middle of the bus is also, like, the safest place?"
You blink a few times to get yourself back to your senses before replying, "We die together!"
Taesan gives you a look that makes you rethink your decisions, and the courage starts to flow in, even if it's just a bit. "That's probably the worst excuse you could've given me. I'm kicking you out of this seat."
"No, you can't."
"Your loss, then," Taesan scoffs, and he gives you another decision-altering look.
"What if she says no? That's gonna ruin the whole trip for me!" you whine, and you know that you're just delaying the inevitable of actually talking to her for the first time at this point.
Taesan purses his lips for a while before answering, "You don't know the outcome yet." He shrugs, looking for Sullyoon, who's still sitting by herself in the middle row. "Don't live to regret this."
You look at Sullyoon sitting a few rows in front of you like Taesan does, and to be frank, his words are pretty damn reasonable here. It's a slim chance against no chance at all to sit next to her for the first half of the trip.
"Fine," you concede, and you get up from your seat.
Each step feels too heavy than it should be. Your eyes lock onto the back of Sullyoon's head. Her hair is done in a ponytail today. She looks pretty like this. In fact, she looks pretty in every hairstyle. You trudge towards her row slowly, trying not to let her out of sight. Each second feels awfully long and tormenting, and you just reel through the possibilities of your first conversation with her. You keep reminding yourself that you have to ask for the vacancy of the seat beside her.
Until you're right beside her.
"Uh," you manage with all of your consciousness and energy. Sullyoon turns to you. "Hey, Miss Seol."
"Hey!" she greets you with a polite smile. "What's up?"
"I was gonna ask," and a pause. You can't believe you're having a conversation with her like this. With sheer willpower, you continue, "If I could sit here, since we're partners for the trip."
Sullyoon's eyes widen. "Oh, you're my freshman! Sure!" and she pats the seat beside her invitingly. "I'll tell Bae to sit somewhere else."
"Oh, I can just—"
"Please, and we've never talked prior to this, right? We can get to know each other here!" Sullyoon persuades, and her eyes give the impression that she wants your company. You just cannot decline the heavenly offer granted by the stars.
"Uh, okay." You settle yourself beside Sullyoon cautiously, trying not to humiliate yourself with your awkward movements. "Can Miss Bae sit with my friend?"
"Sure thing! Where's your friend?"
"Uh," and turn back to Taesan, who's watching your shenanigans happily. "He's there." You point at him.
"Alright, I'll message her."'
You keep thinking of ways that you can fumble this, and you just can't seem to stop it. Still, having Sullyoon this close to you after just a few words makes your heart flutter, and you have to hold back your smile for the entire trip.
---
"What's that on your phone?" Sullyoon asks. It's about half an hour into the ride. You appreciate the fact that she takes interests about your phone's background.
"The wallpaper?" and you tilt your phone to her a bit, making sure that she can see your screen.
"Yeah. Is it a movie poster?"
"Aftersun, yeah. I watched it a few years ago, and it just stuck in my head ever since."
It's an honest answer. Aftersun is an influential film to you. You saw it at a theater when it was initially released, and you just can't get it out of your brain somehow. It's a five-star film, really.
"Never heard of it before," Sullyoon says with a chuckle. "I'm not good at movies, to be honest."
Bravely, you reply, "I can help you with that if you want," and you chuckle a bit, diluting the seriousness of your words. You're trying not to look too cocky with your cinema knowledge here.
"I'd say yes if I had time," Sullyoon answers. "Please don't take it to heart. It's just that: I have so many fucking things going on in my life."
"Sorry to hear that," you respond in an attempt to empathize. "I don't take it personally, don't worry."
Sullyoon smiles before showing you her wallpaper. There are some Japanese letters that you can't translate and a few cars that you find cute. The overall image looks rather green-tinted. "I took this myself."
"With, like, a camera?"
"Yeah, it was from my trip to Tokyo," and Sullyoon pulls her phone back, seemingly searching for something. "Let me find the album, uh, here!"
You look at a bright image of the buildings of Tokyo. The composition and the lighting look good to you.
"Wow," you utter. "It's gorgeous."
Sullyoon smiles again. "Thanks. This is one of the better ones. I'm, like, really proud of it."
You can't help but smile along with her. Sullyoon continues to show you the images from her trip, and they truly are eye candy. You shower her with praise for her photography skills. You learn about the camera she uses. She learns about your love for Aftersun a little more. The conversation goes back and forth throughout the ride, and you're so fucking proud of yourself that you asked for this seat in the first place.
You're winning Seol Yoona's heart.
---
The bus stops at the mandatory resting point for lunch. You've been here a few times with your family before. It looks a tad different from what you've remembered, though you appreciate the fact that you get to use the bathroom and have a few pieces of pizza.
"So, how do you guys know each other?" Bae asks, biting off a piece of pepperoni she's holding. Sullyoon is sitting beside her, munching on a piece of double cheese.
"We live in the same dorm. He was searching for someone who lived there in the group chat, and I contacted him," Taesan answers, and you're nodding along with his words to confirm the legitimacy of the story. "And I drive him to campus on the days that we don't skip our classes," he continues with a chuckle, earning a boisterous laugh from Bae.
"You're skipping classes as freshmen?" Sullyoon quizzes.
Not wanting to look like a pair of irresponsible students in Sullyoon's eyes, you hastily refute his claim, "No, no, no, he was just joking."
Sullyoon nods approvingly before biting off her double cheese again. "I wish I had the fire like you guys," she says. "You kinda lose the energy with time, you know."
Not knowing how to answer, you just smile back at her. Then, you go back to the piece of pepperoni in your hand again, hoping that when you and Taesan become sophomores, you can be good examples for the future freshmen.
"Taesan, you have a, uh, sauce?" Bae starts, then she pulls a piece of paper out of a box for him. "Left side."
---
"So, why do you like photography?" you start at some time into the second half of the ride. It has been a while of silence playing on your phones, and you don't want to look too antisocial here.
"It's my mom," and Sullyoon looks up from her phone. The afternoon light from outside the bus is making a good angle with her face. She just looks gorgeous like this — her brown hair, her eyes, her voice. "She's a photographer, and she taught me about cameras and how to take photos."
You nod along with her words. "Cool. My mom is a chef."
"That's cool, too. Does this mean you can cook well?" Sullyoon asks. Her head is tilted a little in curiosity.
"I can make a Thai omelette. Is that enough?" you joke back, eliciting a chuckle from Sullyoon.
"Not a very suitable set of skills for today's dinner, I'd say," Sullyoon says, and she leans in closer to you. Your heart races at the unexpected proximity, and you use all your willpower to stay still. Though it turns out that she's just whispering you a spoiler for today's dinner. "I'm not supposed to tell a freshman, but we're having barbecue tonight."
You can smell her perfume — summer.
Your muscles relax once Sullyoon pulls her mouth away from your ear. You take some time to process her words. It's a barbecue. There'll be a grill. There'll be fire.
"Will there be beer as well?" you ask, only to realize how much of an alcoholic you're being in front of your crush. Fuck.
Sullyoon laughs. Her voice dips a tad deeper than usual, but it's devastatingly attractive to your ears. "Isn't that, like, the whole point of this trip? Getting wasted together and floating around in a pool?"
"Fair point," you reply, and the image of a drenched Sullyoon plagues your mind in an instant — clothes clinging to her skin, wet hair, her curves. Maybe you'll be making out with her in the water with your breath smelling like wheat and rye. You'll hold her close to your body as you kiss her with need. You'll—
"I still have to make sure of your safety, though, so don't drink too much. I can't deal with the faculty and your parents," Sullyoon half-jokes and half-pleads, pulling you away out of the fantasy. You understand her burden, of course, and you're going to be taking care of a freshman next year as well. You don't want physics-bending karma to come back and bite you in your ass.
"Sure, Miss Seol."
"Please, just call me Sullyoon," she urges. "Seriously, I feel like a fucking historical artifact being called Miss Seol, and I think I trust you enough now."
You get confused a bit at the idea of Sullyoon trusting you. Alas, it has been only a few hours since your first conversation. Nonetheless, you can jump out of this bus onto the road and ruin a car's windshield with this level of ecstasy. Seol Yoona trusts you, and that's probably another quest completed on the way to being her younger and slightly shorter boyfriend.
"Yeah, uh, okay, Sullyoon," you manage, doing your best to hide the joy inside your heart. It works for a while. At the moment Sullyoon turns away, you ball your hands into fists to celebrate the worthwhile event quietly out of her sight.
---
After a while, your view of the side of the bus becomes stores and houses planted along the road. There are some traffic lights on the way to your accommodation, as opposed to none on the highway earlier. You've just entered the metropolitan area of the town.
It doesn't take long before the bus turns into a small street. In the front, there are a bunch of rest houses sitting beside the alley. You see pools behind the wall of a house. Your bus stops eventually, and being nearest to the exit, you're the first to get off the vehicle.
"Hey," Sullyoon calls, and you turn back to her, not forgetting to leave the walkway space for a few people to walk past you towards the exit. "Can I have your number?"
Your mouth hangs open slightly in shock as Sullyoon locks her doe eyes with yours. Seol Yoona just asked for your number, and you can't fucking believe this. Your hands are still operating, at least, as you just whip out your phone from your pocket and touch the top of it with Sullyoon's.
Your phone vibrates slightly as her contact appears on your screen. The profile picture is her ID picture, you think. It looks so formal, with Sullyoon as her display name.
"Great, I'll message you when we're ready," Sullyoon says with a nod. "Or you can just come by and hang around first. Either way works."
"Sure, I'll put my stuff in my bedroom and go to you guys," you assure her, and she seems to be happy with that.
---
Sullyoon's house looks just like yours. It's not even mirrored. There's a pool table on the left side of the entrance. You can walk into the house a bit to find a pool filled with water on the right. The television is in the same position. There's a fridge beside it. The clock says that it's about four in the evening. Still, Sullyoon is nowhere to be seen, so you just settle yourself on the couch in the middle of the room meekly.
After a while, a door beside the television opens, and someone comes out of it.
She's not Sullyoon, though — a bit shorter, sharper face. It's Oh Haewon, still in her bus clothes of a Hawaiian shirt and jeans.
In Sullyoon's social circle, she spends most of her time with five women: Lily Morrow, Oh Haewon, Bae Jinsol, Kim Jiwoo, and Jang Kyujin. They're in the engineering dance club together, after all. You've seen their performances at a number of events: the orientation day, the international night, and now, the house trip. In your humble opinion, they're deathly beautiful in their own styles, and in reality, so many people have crushes on them. Though none of them have ever made a single move out of fear and anxiety.
In the group, Sullyoon is the most popular, with Haewon coming in a close second ranking. It's more of a preference whether you prefer the cute, innocuous vibe of Sullyoon or the tomboyish, vulgar vibe of Haewon. You find yourself more fitting to Sullyoon's energy, though it's not that you find Haewon any less gorgeous.
"Hey," Haewon greets you with a small nod. "Sullyoon's partner, right?"
You gulp. "Yeah, I, uh, she told me that I can be here, so I'm here."
Haewon nods again receptively before walking towards the couch. She sits down not too far from you, and she grabs the remote to play something.
"Oh, there's Netflix," Haewon mutters, and she clicks on the icon. It brings her to a login screen, however. "Damn."
"I have Netflix," you blurt out in an effort to help Haewon.
"Aren't you staying at that house?" Haewon asks, pointing back to your villa. "What? Are you and Sullyoon secretly fucking or something?" She shoots you a suspicious look, seemingly piqued by the notion of your trysts with her friend.
You can't say a word as your eyes widen and your mouth hangs open. Your body freezes in your seat, unsure of how to respond to the fuckery Haewon just uttered. It's as if your heart just stops for a few seconds just to process Haewon's awfully forward question.
"What?" you manage, utterly and completely shocked. "We're not—"
Suddenly, Haewon bursts out into a boisterous laugh, moving from side to side in her seat. "Fucking hell, I'm sorry," and she reaches out towards you, pacifying the situation. "I know you guys just met. I was just fucking with ya, sorry again."
Your expression dissolves into a shy laugh along with Haewon. "Oh, well," you mutter between chuckles. "That's quite a welcome."
"Yeah, I shouldn't, no, I wouldn't do it if I had known," Haewon says as her laugh softens into a smile. She then hands you the remote in her hand. "Here, log in with your Netflix."
"Thanks," and you take the remote from Haewon. Your heartbeat slows down a bit, and you start working on logging into the pool villa's Netflix with your account that you're sharing with Taesan and a few of your friends.
"Well, with that out of the way," Haewon restarts the conversation. She scoots a little closer towards you, and you tense up again. Your fingers tremble slightly on your phone while trying to access your Netflix account. "Do you like Sullyoon? Like, as your senior match or whatever."
"She's wonderful! I like her vibe," you answer honestly, alternating your eyes between Haewon, your phone, and the television. It's quite a sensory overload here. "She's so kind to me."
"Yeah, she's lovely all around. It's her expertise," Haewon says, sinking herself into the cushion of the couch. "You two will get along, don't worry."
"I hope so."
You finally link your account to the television, and Haewon claps merrily at the success. The screen shows a few algorithmic suggestions, and it's clear that you're a film buff.
"Do you have any hate-watching suggestions while we're drunk?" Haewon asks.
"The Room, I think?"
"I believe you," and Haewon does a finger gun pointing at you. You just smile at her.
---
The sizzling from the grill fills the night air along with the splashes of water in the pool. The outdoor area of Sullyoon's house smells of cooked meat and beer. You're sitting in a chair shyly, scrolling Twitter as alcohol begins to set in. There are a few freshmen, including Taesan, and sophomores, including Bae, playing in the pool together. You and Sullyoon remain on the land still, talking about tedious topics and interests that become interesting just because it's Seol Yoona you're talking to.
"How has your freshman year been?" Sullyoon asks, swirling the contents of her can around a bit, and she takes a sip.
"It's fine, I guess," you respond without looking up from your phone. "Took some time before I settled in, even with Taesan."
Sullyoon chuckles. "I get it — new environment, new friends, yadda yadda." She takes a bite off her barbecue stick — green pepper — and Sullyoon asks you more with her mouth full of food, "Did anyone come with you? Like, from the same high school."
You look up from your phone to meet Sullyoon's eyes before answering, "Nope, I'm alone here. Was really lucky I met him in that dorm group."
Sullyoon nods at the same time a splash of water lands on her feet, and she flinches a little. You look at the pool to find Bae and Taesan smiling apologetically.
"Sorry," Bae says from the water. Sullyoon just accepts her apology with a nod.
"Anyway," Sullyoon restarts, turning back to you. The can of beer is still staying in her hand, and she takes another swig. "Let's talk about something more personal."
You look at her, puzzled by her statement. "Wasn't that already personal?" and you let out a chuckle to lighten the seriousness of the statement. You don't want her to feel intimidated by your words.
Sullyoon laughs, seemingly a little drunk now. "There are more personal things than you settling into college life, you know?"
You're still too shy with two cans of beer in your veins. However, you really want to get to know Sullyoon better than this. You can feel your vision getting a tad blurry, but she remains as gorgeous as ever — her eyes, her hair, her lips. God, you just want her to pin you against the wall and start whispering dehumanizing insults into your ear.
"I don't have a girlfriend or a boyfriend, if that's what you wanna know," you declare, picking up the can to take a sip out of shyness. You wonder how and why the hell you said that. It's not like you look good enough to have a romantic life.
Sullyoon chuckles, fidgeting with her almost-empty can. "Me too." You register the intoxication in her eyes and tone, eventually. Her off-the-perfect-cadence giggles ring in your ear canals against the noise from the pool and the grill. "I've been on a few dates in college, and they're all just fucking boring."
"Boring?" you probe her a bit.
Sullyoon stands up from the opposite seat, and she sashays towards another chair next to you. The act makes your inhibitions drop slightly — proximity and all. She reaches for the can of beer back at her seat, and you see how defined her arm muscles are — curves, veins, and strength. You'd really like her to lock your head with that.
"Yeah, they're" — she takes another sip — "they always try to please me, and I can see through that."
"Like, uh, what usually happens?" you ask more questions without much self-doubt. The tendency to second-guess your words seems to disappear bit by bit.
Sullyoon scoffs, then there's another sip before she answers, "They act weird. I don't know how to describe it." Sullyoon looks up into the sky, reiterating her thoughts, and you follow her vision to see the stars flickering on the pitch-black blanket of the nocturne. "They just don't stay true to themselves! Yeah, that's the word."
You ponder her words. Not staying true to oneself is something that you oppose, obviously, but you also have some concern if you're falling into that category by falling for her as well — agreeing to everything she says and pretending to be someone else.
"Do you think I act weird?" you blurt out in your drunken stupor. You're a tad concerned about dishonesty, and maybe you'd get a free compliment from her for being yourself for the last 12 hours since the first encounter.
"Do you have a crush on me or something?" Sullyoon teases, looking at you with playfulness in her eyes. That smirk is killing you. "Why the fuck would you even ask that?" and she chuckles lightly.
Your eyes widen as you regain your senses for a few seconds. Her words are powerful, and you just can't answer the question she's using to interrogate your heart. All that you can do is take a sip from your can to hide the color on your cheeks.
You don't register Sullyoon's hand on your shoulder for the first second of contact. Again, the alcohol is setting in hastily. Still, your heart beats faster when her body scent reaches your nose — sweat, perfume, and some beer — and you almost choke on your drink. Your hands tremble under the weight of reality and closeness. Her mouth is agape, as if ready to do something unpredictable. You look into her eyes. There is a lot that's going on in her pupils — energy, mischief, and perhaps some desire.
You stammer out, "Come, come again?" She smells so fucking wonderful, and you wouldn't mind one bit if she calls you weird as an answer.
Then, Sullyoon just chuckles in front of your face, and you just look at her, confused.
"Just messing with ya," she utters with a smile before pulling herself away from you. Sullyoon then clinks her can with yours gently. "I'm drunk as hell now, so please excuse me."
Shakily, you bring the can to your mouth again for another sip while chuckling awkwardly.
"And no, I don't think you act weird around me," Sullyoon says.
Your heart flutters at her answer. The urge to jump into the pool out of joy is strong, but you remain mostly still as you ask her, "Really?"
Sullyoon shrugs. "Yeah, at least from what I see, I think you're often honest."
"Often?"
Another splash of pool water finds your feet and Sullyoon's. Both of you jump at the coldness, and Sullyoon goes a little further than you by hissing at the swimmers.
She turns back to meet your eyes. "I think we're gonna get all wet by the time I finish explaining this frequency adjective to you," Sullyoon states, tilting her head slightly towards the sliding doors, and you get the notion in that instant.
"We're just gonna sit on the couch and watch The Room, right?"
"What the fuck is The Room?"
"I did not hit her, it's not true! It's bullshit! I did not hit her!" Tommy then throws his water bottle away. "I did not. Oh hi, Mark."
"Oh, hey Johnny, what's up?"
Sullyoon nods beside you on the living room couch, a different can of beer that's almost full in her hand. "I see the appeal now."
"There are a bunch of weird dialogues like this, by the way. This is just one of them," you add, taking a chug off your can. "It's a fucking goldmine."
Sullyoon smiles back at you. "Splendid."
---
"Do you actually smoke?"
"This is Haewon's."
"Where are yours?"
"I don't smoke."
There are two cans of beer sitting idly on the marble sink. The area of this room is generally too small for two people, but with this amount of distance, you're fitting into it perfectly. There's the smell of scented candles that reminds you of serenity, but again, the ecstasy you've been chasing is already in front of you.
"I'm not trying this," you decline with a profuse shake of your head.
"Weren't you chugging beer like crazy earlier?" Sullyoon scoffs, breath smells of fermented wheat. She picks up a lighter to ignite the cigarette in her hand. A line of smoke rises from the opposite end from where her fingers are holding it.
"It wasn't that crazy, to be fair," you whine back. "This is, like, my, uh."
Sullyoon laughs in your face with visible signs of late-stage intoxication: lack of balance, unfocused eyes, shaky hands. "It's your eighth can tonight, by the way," and she points her thumb to the side, to the cans on the sink.
She keeps track of your beer consumption history, apparently, and you tease back, giggling, "You like me enough to count?"
"What do you think?" she plays coy, bringing the stick closer to the mouth. She doesn't take a drag yet, and you just observe the light at the end of it flickering in a slow rhythm. "Am I being a responsible sophomore, or am I having a crush on a person whom I've just met this morning?"
And you're snapped back into reality for a heartbeat. Within that timeframe, it's clear that you need more time and familiarity with Sullyoon to build her trust. You're a bit gutted that it's not so soon, to be honest, but you just hide any trace of that feeling with a small laugh.
"A person can dream, I guess," you blurt out, so unaware of how cocky you look.
"Yeah, I know I'm hot," Sullyoon scoffs, and her lips finally touch the cigarette. You watch her suck in air through her mouth. It's devastatingly attractive. Then, a puff of smoke hits your face, eliciting a few coughs from you, and you wonder how the hell she doesn't struggle with taking a drag.
"That wasn't" — and there's another cough — "hot."
"You're being obtuse," Sullyoon scoffs again. You're irked by her confidence a bit, but a part of you also finds that, in a sense, hot.
"I don't wanna get cancer," you deflect, trying your best to look strong in front of Sullyoon. Still, with this shorter height and younger age, you probably look deathly cute to her instead of intimidating. To make matters worse, she's ruffling your hair with a smile that's just making your muscles go wobbly against the bathroom door.
"You're a terrible liar," Sullyoon jokes. "I'll show you something."
Sullyoon takes another drag — soft, awfully quiet, glittering at the tip of her stick. She brings her other hand up to your mouth, and you flinch a bit out of the last remnants of your humility. Still, Sullyoon's thumb chases your lips and pries your mouth open gently. You loosen your jaw as her face moves closer towards yours.
A puff of white cloud leaves her mouth with a small push of air from her lungs, and you close your eyes once it reaches you. You block your trachea. The gust just rages in your mouth, and you let it stay there for a bit. You think you've seen this before — Joachim Trier's lens. And if your memory isn't too fuzzy and altered, what Sullyoon is doing to you right now looks stunningly ethereal.
Her breath is hot against your face. Her thumb burns your lips. Her smoke scorches the inside of your cheeks. It's one chillingly gorgeous spectacle if someone happens to stumble into this bathroom — the closeness, the white curls, the cadence of her chuckle afterwards. Seol Yoona is blowing smoke from her mouth into yours.
And you're pretty sure that Renate and Herbert are going to be ecstatic seeing you and Sullyoon reenacting their image.
A few heartbeats later, you blow a gust out of your lungs and open your eyes again. You're greeted with the sight of the dissolving vapor in front of Sullyoon's angelic features. She chuckles heartily, and she doesn't make a scene of brushing the cloud away. Her thumb is still on your lips, prying your mouth open with minimal force. She looks dreadfully pretty under the bathroom light and a layer of white puff.
"It's called shotgunning, I think," Sullyoon finally breaks the silence, and you just hum back at her as an affirmation. "I like it when we just stay like this."
"Like what?" you utter dumbly. Your brain seems to be completely fried from that puff, and you can only repeat her words and express agreement at this point.
"Close, but not too close," Sullyoon huffs before taking another drag, then there's another shotgunning. The cloud spins in your mouth, and you push it out softly. The whiteness dissipates into Sullyoon smiling in front of you and continuing her answer, "It's thrilling."
You're all dazed and enchanted by her spell — smoke and perfume. Your heart is yearning for more of her touch than just the thumb on your lips and the white puffs. You want to chase her lips, but the threat of losing her wholly looms over you. This entire thing is a thriller, honestly.
You gulp. "We're going to do this until—"
"It burns out, yeah," and Sullyoon winks. "Fun, isn't it?"
You rest your back against the door. "Then what?"
Sullyoon scoffs, and she ruffles your hair again tenderly. You just melt without an ounce of resistance — wobbly legs, slack arms. Her other hand is still holding the stick between her fingers. There's a line of smoke floating from the bright end.
"I don't know, really," Sullyoon answers your question, hand leaving your hair and reaching for her beer on the side. Your eyes are locked on the light from her cigarette, only to be told, "Look at me, pretty boy."
The name sends a shiver down your spine, obviously, and you shift your gaze back to her. She looks gorgeous as always: eyes, nose, lips. Now, with the label, you'd really love to just let her do whatever the hell she pleases with you.
"You look like a delicacy," Sullyoon says, and she takes another sip off her can. The alcohol helps your heart from beating too fast from the notion of you being her metaphorical dinner to satiate her apparent lust. "I wanna fucking devour you, to be honest."
Her eyes are still locked on yours. The duration of the prolonged eye contact should make you feel uneasy under sobriety, but you're leaning in closer towards Sullyoon as she puts her can away from her mouth. You're met with the sight of her wet lips glistening in the low light of the bathroom. Suddenly, however, Sullyoon pushes you back with her beer can against the door, eliciting a moan out of your mouth, knocking the air out of your lungs.
"Do as I say, pretty boy," Sullyoon commands, moving so awfully close to you that her lips almost touch yours. She doesn't make a show of smoking into your mouth anymore. The distance is gnawing at your heart, but with that assertion, you don't dare closing that gap.
You smile weakly with the surmounting excitement running in your veins. It's really happening right now — the golden, clear-cut chance with your crush. Your heart is hammering inside your chest. Your fingers quiver incessantly. Your pupils are certainly dilating.
Still, the playful edge in you emerges for a bit. "What if I don't?"
Sullyoon smirks, and a scoff leaves her mouth. "I'm sure you're not that stupid, right?"
"Definitely," and you chuckle in her face. It's disgustingly brave. "Maybe."
Sullyoon tilts her head a bit, then she faux begs, "Take off your shorts, pretty please?"
There's a certain kind of teasing in your movements as you remove the garments from your waist. It's to your best knowledge from being an engineering student. It's to your utmost ability to move when having a beer can on your chest and the bathroom door on your back. You don't really expect her to be more aroused by the swaying of your hips or the sultry-drunk expressions from you.
Sullyoon smiles at your enthusiasm, at least. You're elated with that. Then, she peers down to see your lush hair seeping from under the shorts.
"You don't even trim it," she states, still pinning you against the door with her beer can. The force lessens a bit, though. "Fucking disgusting," and she completes her insult with a devilish smile.
You push your boxers and shorts down further, lifting your legs to help with the removal. At a certain point, your cock springs out with eagerness, spreading precum over her casual clothes. Your body is shivering with anticipation and anxiety, while Sullyoon observes the entirety of you, taking a few drags and blowing the smoke onto your face.
Eventually, your bottom half is free of clothes. The vulnerability is terrifying under Sullyoon's impish expression. Her eyes scan all over your exposed body just to elicit some more goosebumps on your skin. You're smiling weakly out of intoxication, regardless. Your affection for her is running deadly deep.
She takes a drag, removing the can from your chest. You feel you can breathe properly again. There's this slightly numbing pain in your ribs, but you're too drunk and lusted-out to give any fucks about that. She's taller than you are. She's older than you are. She's stronger than you are. This is nauseatingly perfect.
"Go to the toilet," Sullyoon issues another order, and she moves out of the way to let you walk with boxers and pants on your ankles.
You take a few clumsy steps to the toilet, feeling Sullyoon's eyes on you. It's probably the natural response for you to feel the need to pee upon seeing the ceramic bowl. So, you aim your hard cock towards the water body. It's difficult with an erection, but—
"I've always wanted to do this." Sullyoon's chest is pressed against your back. Her left hand slides all over your abdomen, while the right is still holding the borrowed cigarette and the beer can. Of course, you moan with pleasure and her warmth. She stops around your lushness above your cock, eventually, and she gives it a soft press.
"Fuck," you whine whorishly. She gives it another press, and the tingle in your bladder becomes stronger. You can barely stand right now.
"Piss for Mommy, pretty boy, piss all that beer out," Sullyoon coos, and you feel her chin on your right shoulder. She takes another inhale of the nicotine, and you can only watch the smoke flying out of her mouth from beside you. Her left hand moves down a little more to help with the aim under the state of erection. She wraps her hand around your cock, bending it down a bit more.
That's when it starts for you.
There's the sound of your fluid hitting the water body in the toilet — slightly yellowish. Your body loosens up a bit. Sullyoon hums approvingly as a response, then, "It's so hard. I'm sure it's because of me, right?"
"Yes, Mommy," you speak, the moniker slipping out too easily. Your eyes are locked on your firmly held shaft that's still leaking.
Sullyoon takes another drag, blowing the smoke below her. The cloud envelops your cock, and you find the image somewhat cinematic, to be honest. You keep your piss consistent, forcing it out of the bladder in a powerful stream against the ceramic and the toilet water.
"Mommy's pissy boy," Sullyoon whispers, prompting a moan out of your mouth. Your pliability has never reached such high, and it's Seol Yoona — your crush — who helps turn your brain into a mush. "You're such a nasty little slut."
You repeat mindlessly, "I'm Mommy's pissy boy. I'm Mommy's little slut."
Sullyoon puts the cigarette into your mouth, blowing a puff into your right ear. The cloud is warm on your lobe. The drag is warm between your lips. "Take a drag, pretty boy."
You're too stupid and wasted right now to resist. There's a cough when the smoke hits those tiny bags in your lungs, and puffs leave your mouth. The stick doesn't fall, still. That's your first time smoking, and being held by the cock by your crush while pissing does elevate the experience by a margin.
Down below, your stream goes down in its intensity. A straight line becomes a curved one, and a curved one becomes droplets. The noise coming from the ceramic becomes quieter, and Sullyoon helps you shake the last few beads out of your slit. Your body can barely stand up now. You can just collapse within Sullyoon's embrace, really.
She holds you like that for a while, letting you bask in her warmth and your own vulnerability. You let out a few whines from between your lips as the drag remains in your mouth. Every breath is punctuated with a puff leaving with the moans. Then, Sullyoon sways from side to side languidly, and you follow promptly. She's humming some tune that you don't recognize — perfect cadence, almost somber tone.
"Such a good boy for Mommy," Sullyoon praises you, chin still on your right shoulder. Your heart jumps at the compliment, obviously, as you dance along with her.
"Thank you, Mommy," you say feebly, a bit muffled by the cigarette. Sullyoon reclaims it from your mouth with her fingers, eventually. Another puff is blown out of her mouth.
"Almost burned out," Sullyoon says.
Your eyes are still looking into the wall in front of you, mostly thoughtlessly except for the movements and her care. "What's burning out?" you ask, shifting your weight between the legs for the nocturnal waltz.
Another exhale, another white gust, another hum — Sullyoon answers, "The drag — this is my only one."
"Ask for one more from Haewon, Mommy."
But Sullyoon just stays there, hugging you from behind, lingering with you. Her left hand is still on your hard cock. A few more puffs pass by your ear as you two move from side to side. The room smells of scented candles.
"I wanna stay like this," Sullyoon finally says, and she presses the cigarette against the wall in front of you. There's an inky mark on the vast whiteness of the bathroom wall. "You smell like beer, by the way," and she finally takes a deep breath from something that isn't a cigarette: you.
The exposure to Sullyoon's proximity just pierces all of your defenses. Just this morning, if someone told you that you'll be in this situation — your crush holding your dick while you're peeing — you'd tell them to fuck the hell off. Right now, you don't know if it's the alcohol that's doing the talking, but you think it's real — her affection, her body against yours, her words.
Within her embrace, you've never felt weaker than right now.
A/N: This was for a fun writing challenge created by @prael over on fanprose for Minju's birthday, go check it out!! Little nervous since it's my first time I'm writing one of my ults, so I hope it turned out well!!
She is the one.
That was the sole thought on your mind as you watched her grace the stage for one last time tonight.
Minju smiled as she held her microphone, “And that was our wonderful 2025 KBS Gayo Daechukje! Thank you so much to all the amazing artists and to you, our beloved viewers! Good night!”
Her co-host added his closing remarks, but your eyes were locked on her in that dress. The green dress was made up of layers upon layers of tulle, making it look like cascading water every time she moved. She was stunning, shining brightly as she owned the stage. Crazy to think how two nights ago this was the same woman that was curled up to you on the couch, super stressed out as she went over her cue cards.
The show wrapped up and the auditorium lights flickered on. The co-host shared a quick, friendly hug with Minju, you could see her shoulders relax and her smile become gentler. As she was making her way off the stage, it was clear she was searching for you, her gaze sweeping over the audience. You were sitting in the fifth row, to the left, just like you promised you'd be.
Her eyes met yours.
For a brief moment, her poise faltered. Her face brightened, and she made sure you caught her giving the smallest nod towards the side of the stage before she exited.
You moved with the throng heading towards the exits, then broke off, making your way to the “Staff Only” corridor that Yunah had texted you about earlier. A security guard glanced at your lanyard and waved you through. The backstage area was a mix of organized chaos, how were you going to find her with all these people around?
You walked down a long, brightly lit corridor lined with doors. At the far end, you finally caught sight of her. Minju was listening closely to a woman in a headset, nodding along. As the woman continued speaking, Minju’s eyes found you again. Without moving her head, she lifted her hand and subtly pointed two fingers at a door to your left before returning her full focus to the production staffer.
You opened the door and walked into a small dressing room. A lit mirror surrounded by bulbs, a rack of spare outfits, a small couch against the wall. The air smelled of hairspray and faint perfume. You decided to lean against the edge of the vanity with the large bouquet of white lilies and roses that suddenly felt conspicuous in your hands.
You waited there for what was maybe three minutes, but to you it felt like an eternity as you heard laughter and hurried footsteps pass the door. Finally it swung open and Minju slipped inside, quickly shutting it behind her, leaning back against it letting out a long, noticeable sigh.
“Hey babe,” she said.
The television glamour was still there, but up close, you could see the fine sheen of sweat at her temples, the slight smudging of eyeliner at the corner of one eye. Her chest rose and fell with deep, steadying breaths.
You pushed off the vanity and crossed the room, holding out the bouquet. “Hi honey, these are for you.”
She glanced at the flowers, then back at you, her smile bright. Taking the bouquet, she inhaled the scent of the blooms.
“They’re beautiful! How was it? From out there? Was it… was I okay?”
"Minju, you were amazing. You are amazing. I’m so incredibly proud of you that I could burst."
She let out a little shaky laugh, placing the flowers gently on a nearby chair. "I felt my hands shaking during the first few minutes. I thought the microphone was going to slip right out of my grip."
"It didn’t show at all. Not even for a second." You reached out, brushing a stray hair behind her ear and letting your thumb trail down her jawline. "And this dress… my god."
Her eyes locked onto yours. "You like it?"
"It's not fair. You're already the most stunning woman in any room. And then you wear this? No one else stands a chance."
A slight blush crept onto her cheeks. "The stylist noonas spent hours on this. I just stood there while they worked their magic."
Your hand gently cradled her cheek, feeling the warmth of her skin. "They did an incredible job, you truly lit up the entire building."
She leaned into your touch, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment. When she looked back up at you, the anxious energy had faded. "I kept searching for you. I finally spotted your silhouette during Kazuha-unnie's cover stage. It helped a lot."
"I promised I'd be there."
"I know." Her hands found their way to your chest with the layers of tulle from her dress brushing against your legs. "Thanks for being here. And for the flowers, they really are amazing."
Leaning down, you rested your forehead on hers. “Just as amazing as you did hosting a major end of the year festival for the first time.”
"And now it’s over and I’m just… me. And you’re right here."
"I’m right here."
Her lips met yours. It was gentle, a slow embrace of warmth. Her mouth had a hint of lip gloss, sweet and waxy. Your hands moved from her face to the back of her neck, fingers getting lost in the cool silk of her hair. Her arms wrapped around your shoulders, drawing you in closer. Her tongue traced the line of your lips, and you opened up for her, the slow, familiar rhythm feeling like a return home after the show.
After a bit, you pulled away, both of you breathing a bit faster. You rested your lips on her temple. "You must be wiped out."
"I am," she whispered against your neck. "But also… buzzing. My mind is still racing a thousand kilometers an hour."
“I can fix that.” You kissed her forehead. “When you’re done here, I’ll be outside in the car. We’ll go back to my place. I’ll fill up the bath for you and I’ll even put those ridiculous bath salts you like in there too. You can stay in there as long as you like in the peace and quiet so you can decompress.”
She pulled back to look at you, her eyes searching your face. “Your place?”
“Unless you want to go back to the dorm. With the girls who will definitely want to talk to you about the show for the rest of the night.”
She made a face. “Tomorrow. I love them, but… tomorrow. Your place. Please.”
“Your wish is my command, host-nim.”
She swatted your arm lightly. “Don’t call me that.” But she was smiling. “I have to do the post show photos with the production team. And change. It might be thirty minutes.”
“I’ll wait. Take your time.”
She gave you one more quick, firm kiss.
“Okay. Go. I’ll text you when I’m heading to the exit where no one else will see me getting into your car.”
You squeezed her hand, picked up the bouquet and handed it back to her, then slipped out of the dressing room. The hallway was still busy. You kept your head down, walking back the way you came.
---
It was freezing outside, it seemed like it could snow any second as you walked to your car in the private lot. You started the engine and turned on the seat warmers, making the car nice and cozy. While you waited, you watched a constant flow of staff and performers exiting through the private door, making their way to their waiting vans.
Twenty-five minutes later, your phone vibrated.
Minju: Coming out now. ❤️
Just as you finished reading the text, she stepped out into the chilly air with one of her managers by her side. She looked tiny, completely buried in a massive, puffy black coat with a beanie tugged all the way down over her hair. In her arms, she was juggling a big tote bag and your bouquet, which was now neatly wrapped in paper. She shared a quick word with her manager, gave a polite little bow, and then her eyes started searching the parking lot. The moment she spotted your car, her face seemed to light up, and she broke into a brisk walk straight towards you.
Being the gentleman you are, you didn't hesitate, hopping out of the car to open the passenger door for her, taking the heavy tote bag from her arms and tossing it into the back seat. She melted into the warmth of the car, letting out a long, heavy sigh of pure relief. After shutting the door to seal out the cold, you jogged back around the hood and settled into the driver's seat beside her.
“Hey.”
“Hey.” She pulled off the beanie, shaking out her long hair. She unzipped the puffy coat. Underneath, she wore simple black jeans and a oversized gray sweatshirt. The television host was gone, replaced by the Minju you knew.
You reached over, your hand finding hers on the center console. Her fingers were so cold. Lacing your fingers through them, you lifted her hand to the vent. “All done?”
“All done.” She squeezed your hand. “Now I’m officially off the clock.”
You lifted her hand and kissed the back of it. “Then let’s get out of here.”
The drive across Seoul was quiet, hardly anyone on the road. The city lights streaked across the windows. She leaned her head against the seat, watching the streets go by, her thumb absently stroking the back of your hand where it held hers.
“It’s strange,” she said after a while, “you spend months preparing for one night. Every word, every segment, every change of outfit timed to the second. And then it’s just… over. Done.”
“How do you feel?” you asked.
She was quiet for a block. “Well my brain has finally stopped buzzing and it’s thankfully a lot quieter. And… I’m hungry. I was too nervous to eat much today.”
“I figured. There’s food for you at my place.”
She turned her head to look at you. The passing streetlights illuminated her face in intermittent flashes. “You cooked?”
“I ordered some takeout from that Chinese-Korean fusion place you like. I put it one the warming tray so we can eat as soon as we get back if you want.”
“You’re too good to me.”
“That's impossible.”
You pulled into the underground parking of your building. Your apartment, paid for by the long hours and monotony of your finance job, was pretty high up. The elevator ride was quiet, just the two of you. She leaned her head on your shoulder, her body warm along your side.
You unlocked the door and pushed it open, reaching in to flip on the lights. The apartment was a finance bro's dream (you being the finance bro), a view of the city skyline through floor to ceiling windows, filled with mid-century modern furniture, and an open floor plan.
You stepped inside, holding the door for her. She walked in, you took the bouquet as she shrugged out of the huge coat, letting it fall onto the entryway bench. Taking a few steps into the living room, she spent a few seconds looking out at the city. You quickly took the flowers to the kitchen to put them in some water and then took her tote bag to the bedroom.
Walking back into the living room, you came up behind her and just stood close, seeing her reflection in the dark glass.
“Welcome home honey.”
She turned around. The nervous host, the tired idol, the woman in the sweatshirt, they all seemed to settle into one person.
Just Minju.
“It’s nice and quiet here.”
“We can be as loud or as quiet as you want it to be.”
A small smile. “Quiet is good.”
You reached out, hooking a finger in the belt loop of her jeans, gently tugging her closer. She came willingly, her hands resting on your hips.
“So. The plan. Food first? Or bath first?”
She pretended to consider, tilting her head. “The bath sounds amazing. But I am really hungry.”
“Food first then since you are starving. The bath can wait.”
“Mmm.” She swayed into you, her body melting into yours. “Or… we could just stand here for a minute.”
“We could do that, too.”
You wrapped your arms around her, pulling her into a proper hug. As she buried her face into your chest, her arms tightened around your back. You held her, feeling her slowly let go of the last traces of the night’s stress.
After a long while, you felt her move. Minju leaned back just enough to look up at you. “I’m really glad you were there tonight.”
“There’s nowhere else I would have been.”
She lifted a hand, her fingers tracing the line of your brow, then down your cheek to your lips.
“You said a lot of very nice things to me backstage.”
“I meant all of them.”
“I know.” Her thumb swept over your bottom lip. “It makes me want to…”
“Want to what?”
Instead of answering, she rose up on her toes and kissed you. This kiss was different from the one in the dressing room. There was no chance of being caught here. It was slow, deep, and passionate. Her mouth opened under yours. A soft sound escaped her throat as you kissed her back, your hands sliding down to the small of her back to pull her closer.
The kiss broke, but she didn’t pull away. She kept her forehead against yours, her breath mingling with yours. “I want to stay right here,” she whispered. “Like this. For a while.”
“We have all night.”
“I know.” Minju kissed you again, this time a series of smaller, softer kisses along your jaw, down to the sensitive spot just below your ear. Your hands tightened on her back. “The food will get cold,” she whispered against your skin, her tone not sounding the least bit concerned.
“It’s on the warming tray. It’ll be fine.”
“Good.” Her lips found yours again, and the kiss deepened once more. One of her hands slid up from your hip, over your chest, to curl around the back of your neck, her fingers threading into your hair. The other hand slipped under the hem of your shirt.
You guided her backwards, taking your time, until the back of her legs hit the wide arm of the couch. She gasped softly in surprise as she lost her balance, falling onto the plush cushions and pulling you down with her. You managed to catch yourself on your arms, hovering just above her. Minju gazed up at you, her hair spread out against the dark fabric, her lips slightly parted and swollen from your kisses. Her chest rose and fell gently.
“Hey,” she said again, a playful glint in her eyes.
“Hey,” you replied, lowering yourself to kiss her once more. This time, when your bodies met, there was no mistaking the shift in the air. Her legs shifted, one bending at the knee, her thigh pressing against your hip.
Your tongue slid into her mouth, meeting hers, causing warmth deep in your stomach. One of your hands found its way to her cheek, your thumb caressing her cheekbone while your other hand glided down to the curve of her waist.
Minju arched into the touch. Her hands were occupied, one still tangled in your hair while the other began to play with the hem of your shirt. She pulled it upward. "This is in the way," she murmured between kisses.
"Well me take care of that," leaning back just enough to rise onto your knees and pull the shirt off over your head, tossing it aside. Her eyes roamed over your chest, her face reflecting pure desire. She reached up, her fingers tracing the outline of your collarbone, moving down over your pecs.
“Now it's my turn,” you said.
Your hands went to the hem of her sweatshirt. You looked at her, a question in your eyes. She held your gaze and gave a single, small nod. You gathered the soft fabric and began to pull it up. She lifted her arms, helping you. The sweatshirt came off, joining your shirt on the floor.
She was wearing a simple, sleeveless white cami underneath. You drank in the sight, the reality of her here, in your home, like this.
“You’re staring.”
“Tough not to.”
A blush spread across her chest, visible even in the soft light. She sat up slightly, propping herself on her elbows, bringing her face closer to yours. “Come back here.”
You didn’t need to be asked twice. You leaned down, but instead of kissing her mouth, you pressed your lips to the base of her throat. She inhaled sharply. You kissed a slow trail along her collarbone, your hands coming up to cradle her shoulders. Her skin tasted faintly of salt and her perfume.
Your lips traveled to the slope of her shoulder, then slowly back up her neck. Minju tilted her head, giving you better access, a low hum of pleasure vibrating in her chest. Her nails lightly scraped their way down your back.
You found her mouth again, the kiss turning hungry, messy as you pressed her into the couch. She welcomed it, her legs opening up so you could settle between them.
Liftoff.
You rocked your hips, just once, a slow, grind against the denim covering her. The friction was intense, even through the layers.
“Ah.” The sound was punched out of her. Her eyes flew open, locking with yours, her hands on your back clenching.
“You okay?” you breathed, pausing.
Minju nodded, smirking. “More than okay.” She rocked her own hips up to meet yours. “Just… like that. For just a little bit.”
So you did. You kissed her while your bodies moved together in a slow, building rhythm. The hard line of your erection pressed against the fly of your jeans, grinding between her thighs. The stimulation from the fabric, way too much fabric if you're being honest, the heat and pressure, was insane. Each roll of your hips drew another soft, gasping breath from her, each one music to your ears.
Minju's hands were everywhere, in your hair, on your neck, sliding down to grip your biceps. She broke the kiss, panting, her head falling back against the cushion. Her eyes were closed, her lips parting. You took the opportunity to kiss down her neck again, to the neckline of her cami. Nuzzling the soft fabric aside with your nose, your lips found the perfect curve of her breast above the fabric’s edge. You kissed there, then gently bit down, not hard, just enough pressure to make her gasp again and arch sharply beneath you.
“Yes,” her hand coming up to cradle the back of your head, holding you there.
You loved her like this. When she would make those sounds, a small reward every time. You continued to move against her, the pace increasing slightly, driven by the ragged sound of her breathing and the pleasure growing ever larger within your core.
This was the edge, the delicious, agonizing edge of what was safe for now. She still wants to take a bath and eat, right? You were negotiating like you were back at work, but with yourself. The food can wait a little longer.
One of your hands slid down from her shoulder coming to rest on her ribs, your thumb brushing the lower curve of her breast. She shuddered. Yeah, you're making the right call. Emboldened, you let your hand slide lower down to the waistband of her jeans. Your fingers dipping beneath it, just an inch, finding the warm skin of her lower abdomen. She was so hot to the touch.
Minju's eyes snapped open. She caught your wrist, not to pull it away, but to hold it there, her grip tight.
“Wait. Just… wait.”
Freezing in place, you held your body still above hers. Your heart hammered against your ribs, searching her face. “Okay,” your own voice ragged. “We wait.”
Leaving the inside of her waistband, you brought you hand back up to rest safely on her hip. The grinding stopped, just holding yourself against her, letting your breathing get back to normal. She was doing the same, her chest rising and falling rapidly under the thin cotton.
After a moment, she loosened her grip on your wrist and brought your hand up to her lips, kissing your knuckles, then pressed your palm against her cheek. She looked up at you, her expression softening to something more tender, more awed.
“If we don’t stop that right now I won't ever get in the bath and the food is going to burn.”
“The food’s not going to burn,” you said with a smile on your face.
“You know what I mean.” Minju shifted under you, a clear signal. You rolled off her, coming to lie on your side next to her. She turned to face you, her head propped on her hand, reaching out and tracing the line of your eyebrow again.
“That was…”
“Yeah,” you finished for her.
“I think I want that bath now. And then the food. And then… we’ll see.”
“The bath it is.”
You stood, offering her your hand. She took it and you pulled her up to her feet. She swayed for a second, then steadied herself, a small smile on her face. She glanced down at her rumpled cami, then at your bare chest.
“You should put your shirt back on or I’ll get distracted.”
“Would that be so bad?”
“The bath,” she said, pointing at you, trying to be stern but failing miserably. “Priorities.”
You laughed and picked up your shirt, pulling it on. You picked up her sweatshirt and handed it to her. The oversized fabric swallowed her up again, hiding the tantalizing glimpse of the cami. The transformation back to cozy Minju was almost comical, but the look in her eyes betrayed her.
“Come on,” as you took her hand. “Let’s get that bath ready.”
You led her from the living room, past the kitchen with the scent of the Chinese-Korean food teasing you, and down the hallway towards the bathroom.
The free-standing tub stood like a sculpture against a backdrop of slate tiles. You turned on the faucet, the water rushing out hot and loud. Steam began to curl in the air.
Minju stood by the vanity, watching you. She had shed her sweatshirt and jeans already. Now she wore just the white cami and a pair of simple, black panties. Her long hair was loose, framing her face. You're seriously the luckiest guy in the world.
“Which ones?” you asked, holding up two glass jars from the shelf above the tub. One contained crystalline lavender salts, the other a pink, rose scented powder.
“The pink one, I like the way it smells like a garden.”
You sprinkled a generous amount into the swirling water. How much do people usually put in? The scent of roses bloomed immediately, sweet and subtle. Adjusting the taps, you made sure the temperature was just right.
“It’s ready,” you said, turning off the water. The bath was full, a cloudy, pink hued pool. “Your throne awaits.”
Minju smiled and walked towards the tub, her bare feet silent on the cool floor.
“Are you going to stay in here?”
“If you want me to.”
“I want you to.”
You nodded, stepping back to give her space. Hooking her thumbs under the straps of her cami, she pulled it slowly up over her head. The fabric slid away, revealing her bare shoulders, the smooth slope of her back. She let the cami fall to the floor. Then her hands went to her panties, peeling the black fabric down those thighs you knew so well, dropping them to the floor. The only thing left on her was the simple silver necklace you gifted her that she always wore.
You watched, not as a voyeur, but as a lover. Her body was a known map, the slim lines, the toned muscles from countless dance rehearsals, the curve of her breasts. Seeing her now, after the night’s event, felt different. It felt like a gift.
The water’s steam made her skin glow. Holding your gaze for a moment, she stepped into the tub. She sank down slowly, the hot water enveloping her. She leaned back, letting her head rest against the curved edge and closed her eyes. A long, contented sigh escaped her lips.
“Oh, that’s perfect.”
You pulled the low wooden stool from beside the vanity and set it next to the tub. You sat down, close enough that your knee brushed the porcelain. The rose-scented steam rose around her, clinging to her damp skin. Her hair, the ends already wet, draped over the edge of the tub.
“You’re just going to watch me?”
“I’m going to enjoy watching you enjoy yourself.”
She laughed. Shifting in the water, she turned slightly so she could reach the bottles you’d set on a small tray beside the tub. She poured a dollop of the wash into her palm and began to smooth it over her arms, her shoulders. Taking her time with it, she treated her routine like a calming ritual. The suds slid over her skin, catching the light.
You reached out and picked up a washcloth from the stack. Dipping it in the water, you held it out to her. “Want me to get your back?”
She glanced at the cloth, then at your face. She nodded. “Please.”
Leaning forward, she presented her back to you. The water sloshed gently. You laid the warm, wet cloth against her spine and began to move it slowly up and down. The texture of the cloth against her skin, the heat of the water, the scent of roses, it was so simple but sensual at the same time. You followed the contours of her shoulder blades and the curve of her waist as she softly hummed, her head bowing forward.
“You’re so good at this.”
“At washing your back?”
“At… taking care of me. After a day like today. It’s not just the bath. It’s the flowers. Ordering food. Sitting here with me.” She paused. “Not rushing.”
“There’s nothing to rush toward. You’re already here.”
She sat back again, turning to face you. The water level dropped, revealing the tops of her breasts, the pink bubbles clinging to her skin.
Leaning forward, you rested your elbows on the edge of the tub. Her wet, warm fingers slipped into yours, lacing together as she held on tight.
“You know when you were on stage during that ballad segment when the lights went blue... you had a moment where you just vibed to the singer. You weren’t smiling for the camera. You were just… vibing. I thought, That’s her. That’s the woman I get to hold. The woman I get to love. It was the most beautiful thing I saw all night.”
Her eyes glistened. She squeezed your hand and brought it to her lips kissing your knuckles, one by one. "I love you." Then she let go and sat back, sinking deeper into the water. “Keep saying things like that to me while I wash up.”
So you did. You talked about small things, the traffic to the venue, the crazy situation at the florist when you picked up the bouquet, the ridiculous bath salts you’d bought because she’d mentioned them once months ago. It was tough to keep thinking of things to talk about as you watched her wash her legs, her stomach, her breasts.
When she was finished washing herself, she sat for a while, soaking. Her skin was flushed pink from the heat. Her eyes were almost closed, relaxed. You watched the way her breath moved her chest, the way her wet hair clung to her neck.
“My mind feels like it has finally stopped.”
“Good.”
“But my body wants more of what we did on the couch.” She opened her eyes wide, looking at you.
That simmer from the couch definitely hadn't cooled down. The way her fingers started to trace patterns on her thigh under the water and how she looked into your gaze gave you all the signals you needed.
“What can I do to help?”
She didn’t answer with words. Instead, she leaned back, resting her head against the side, her body open to you. Stretching her legs out under the water, she let one arm drape over the edge, near your stool. Her other hand rested on her own stomach, just below the waterline.
“Talk to me,” she whispered. “And touch me.”
Moving the stool closer so you were directly behind her, you looked down at her body submerged in the cloudy, pink water. The shape of her, the curves obscured by bubbles was like a painting. Hovering your hand for a moment, you reached out and placed it on her shoulder, your palm flat against her wet, warm skin. She sighed, a sound of pure tranquility.
You kept talking, your words gentle and meandering, as your hand began to move. You stroked her shoulder, tracing the line of her collarbone as you recalled the first time you saw her perform. The way she moved with the music. Your hand slid down to her chest, lightly massaging her.
She was listening, but her breathing had changed. It was deeper, slower. Her hand, which had been resting on her stomach, began to move, her fingers drifting lower, over her abdomen, through the water, to the top of her thigh. They didn’t linger there, they continued their path.
Inward.
You kept your touch on the curve of her breast as your other hand joined, both now smoothing over her skin, from her shoulders down to the waterline at her waist. You talked about the special moments, the coffee shop at dawn, the walk along the Han River when the city was asleep. The moment when you truly fell in love with her.
Under the water, her own hand had found its destination. You couldn’t see clearly, but you could see the movement, the water rippling slightly with her motion. A soft, shaky breath escaped her.
Your hands on her stilled. You simply held her, your palms warm on her skin, as she touched herself. You watched the way her head tilted back, the way her lips parted.
“Keep talking.”
The words were coming right by her ear. “You’re so beautiful like this, all the lights, all the cameras… they never see this. They never see you when you’re just wanting, needing. It’s mine. This sight is mine. You are mine.”
Her breath caught, the underwater hand moving faster under the water, the ripples growing more pronounced. A tremor ran through her body, from her shoulders down to her legs, her toes curling against the far end of the tub.
You leaned closer. “Let go. Let it all out. The night, the tension, the stress… let it go here.”
Her free hand suddenly grabbed your wrist. She yanked your hand forward, guiding it into the warm water, between her legs. The water was hot, silky with the bath salts. Her skin was even hotter. You felt the soft, smooth, swollen folds. She held your wrist firmly, positioning your fingers exactly where she wanted them.
“Here.”
No further instruction was needed. Your fingers, now under her direction, began to move. Exploring gently at first, you traced the contours you knew so well. She shuddered, her back arched.
She released your wrist, trusting you now. Her own hand came up to grip your forearm, her nails digging lightly into your skin. Holding onto you as your fingers found her clit, circling it slowly, then adding more pressure.
You kept talking, your words now sweet nothings. “Just feel it… let it build… you’re so warm… so perfect…”
“Ah! Right there… yes, like that…” Her hips began to move, a slow, rhythmic rocking against your hand. The water sloshed around her, lapping against the sides of the tub.
You adjusted your touch, following the cues of her body. You slipped two fingers inside her, she was so wet and tight, her inner muscles clenching around your fingers immediately.
“Oh… oh god…” she choked out, her head pressing back against the tub’s edge. Her grip on your forearm tightened, her nails digging deeper.
You moved your fingers inside her, a slow, curling motion, while your thumb continued to work her clit. You watched her face, her neck straining, her mouth open. Her eyes were closed, but her eyebrows were drawn together in intense concentration.
“Don’t stop. Please… don’t stop…”
You didn’t. You were relentless. You felt her body tightening around your fingers, her internal rhythm becoming frantic. The breaths turned into pants. The water began to vibrate as she began to shake. The fingernails digging into your forearm were almost painful now.
You leaned even closer, your lips now against her damp hair. “Cum for me Minju. Let it go. Right fucking here. For me.”
Her body arched and a sound ripped from her throat, a raw cry of release. Her inner muscles clamped down on your fingers. Her whole body shook, the water churning around her. Her grip on your arm went from painful to clinging, as if she might float away without it.
You held her through it, your fingers still moving inside her, gentle now as the waves peaked and then began to subside. The cries softened into deep, shuddering sighs. Her body slumped back into the water, boneless. The hand on your arm loosened and fell back into the water.
For a long moment, there was only the sound of the water settling and her ragged breathing. You slowly withdrew your hand from her body, out of the water, your fingers were warm, slick. You brought your hand up and held hers.
She didn’t speak for a full minute. She just breathed, her chest rising and falling under the pink bubbles. Finally, she opened her eyes, hazy and unfocused. She slowly looked over at you, looking completely at peace.
“Wow.”
You smiled, stroking her shoulder. “Yeah.”
She shifted in the water, turning her body to face you again. The movement was slow. Reaching out, her hand found your cheek. Her touch was tender, grateful. “I love you so much."
“I love you too.”
She let her hand drop, splashing back into the water. She looked at you, a new glint in her eye. “I’m not getting out.”
“The food…”
“The food can wait, I’m not done.” She sank lower in the water, until her shoulders were submerged. She gestured with a finger. “Come closer.”
You moved the stool forward until your knees were against the tub. You leaned over the edge, your face close to hers.
She reached up, her wet hand cupping your jaw. “You gave me something. Now I want to give you something.” She stared straight into your eyes with a smirk on her lips. “Take off your clothes.”
Your breath stalled for a second. Then you nodded. You stood up from the stool pulling off your shirt off, then your jeans, your underwear. The cool air of the bathroom hitting your skin. The sight and feel of her climax left you intensely, painfully ready.
She looked at you, her eyes traveling slowly down your body and back up. “Sit,” she said, pointing to the stool.
You sat back down on the stool, now naked, knees were pressed against the cool porcelain of the tub. She was right in front of you, just soaking all of you in.
She didn’t get out. Instead, she moved within the water. Sitting up straighter, she brought herself closer to the edge where you sat. The water level dropped, revealing more of her body, her breasts now fully visible above the surface, water droplets clinging to her skin.
She placed her hands on the edge of the tub, on either side of your legs. Leaning forward, her face came close to yours. She kissed you, her tongue moved into your mouth, tasting you, claiming you.
When she broke the kiss, she didn’t pull back far. Those eyes stayed locked on yours. “Just sit there, let me.”
Her hands left the edge of the tub and found your thighs. Gripping them, she urged you to open your legs wider, to give her space. You complied, your heart hammering through your chest and into your ears.
Then she lowered her head. Her mouth, warm and wet from the bath, found the base of your shaft. She kissed you there, a soft, lingering press. Then her lips traveled upward, a slow, wet trail that left a line of heat and wetness. She took you into her mouth, slowly sinking lower and lower, deeper and deeper.
The sensation was immediate and overwhelming. Her mouth was incredible. She took it slow and gave it her full attention, not rushing a single bit. Moving her head back and forth with a steady rhythm, she swirled her tongue around you with each pass.
You couldn’t speak. You could only watch, your hands gripping the edge of the stool. Just breathe. She took you deeper, her throat accepting you without hesitation. A soft, wet sound echoed in the quiet room. Her hands, still on your thighs, squeezed gently, reassuringly.
She varied her pace, sometimes slow and deep, sometimes quicker and focused on the tip. She used her tongue in ways that made your back arch and melt. She would pull back almost completely, then lick a slow stripe from base to tip before taking you back in. It was messy and wet, in more ways than one. The water from her hair dripped onto your legs and the scent of roses filled your nostrils.
You reached out, your hand trembling, and touched her cheek. She paused, you still deep in her mouth, and looked up at you. Her eyes locked with yours as she began to move again, her pace increasing.
“Mhlmoog ahhg mhhe,” she garbled with you still in her mouth. “Dhohmmn't clahoose yhyhuur ahhys.”
The concentration in her face, the pleasure she took in the act, you had no choice but to keep your eyes open and look at her. You saw the way her lips stretched around you, the way her cheeks hollowed, the way her eyes never wavered from yours.
It was the most connecting thing you’d ever experienced.
Her rhythm became more urgent, her movements more deliberate. You were being worked towards the peak, and she knew exactly how. Her hands slid from your thighs to your hips, holding you steady as she took you deeper, faster. The wet, slick sounds filled the room, mixing with your own ragged breathing.
You felt the climax building, a pressure that became undeniable.
“Minju…” you managed to say, a warning, a plea.
She didn’t stop. She took you even deeper, you hit the back of her throat, her tongue doing some insane thing that sent a final, shattering wave of sensation through you.
You came with a force that shuddered through your entire body. Your vision blurred for a second, but you kept your eyes open, locked on hers. She swallowed, once, twice, a third time as her eyes closed briefly in concentration, then opened again to lock back onto yours. Her mouth stayed sealed around you until the last tremor subsided.
When it was over, she slowly, gently released you. She leaned back in the water, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, satisfied. She looked at you, your body still trembling with aftershocks.
“There, now we’re even.”
There were no words you could say. You were slumped on the stool, breathing heavily, your mind blank with release. You just stared at her in the tub.
Finally, you found your voice. “Not even, you’re clearly ahead.”
She smiled, sinking back into the water, stretching her arms out along the edges of the tub. “I’m ready to eat now,” she announced, her tone suddenly light and flirtatious. “After having that snack.”
You laughed, a shaky, breathless laugh. “You’re incredible.”
“I know,” she said, winking at you. “But I’m also wet and I need to get out of this tub before I turn into a prune. Help me?”
You stood up, your legs feeling a little like jello. You reached for a large, fluffy towel from the warmer rack and held it open.
She rose from the water, a vision of pink-streaked skin and dripping hair, stepping out of the tub. Water cascaded from her body, her skin glowing.
You wrapped the towel around her, enveloping her in its warmth. You began to dry her off, starting with her hair, blotting the long, black strands. Then you moved to her shoulders, her arms, her back. You knelt slightly to dry her legs, your touch gentle and thorough. She stood still, letting you, her hands resting on your shoulders as you worked.
When she was mostly dried off, you took a second, smaller towel and carefully dried her face, wiping away the last traces of bathwater and steam. She looked at you through the fabric, her eyes soft.
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For everything. For the bath, for the towel, for drying me off.”
You finished drying her, then you wrapped the large towel around her like a robe, tucking it closed at the front. She was smiling, her eyes bright and her body relaxed. You pulled her into a warm embrace, a deep, satisfying calm filling the room.
The damp towel wrapped around her felt heavy and warm against your skin as you held her. Minju leaned into you, her forehead resting against your chest. The scent of roses clung to her.
“The food is probably getting cold by now,” you mumbled into her hair.
“It’s on the warming tray, it can wait a little longer,” she coyly responded.
“You’re shivering.”
“I’m not,” a slight tremor ran through her shoulders. “I’m just… savoring the moment.”
You kissed the top of her head. “Let’s get you dressed. Then we can savor the food.”
She pulled back slightly, looking up at you. “You first.”
You blinked. “What?”
“You're wet from holding me. And you’re… you know.” She glanced down, then back up with a playful smirk. “You should put something on before we eat. It’s distracting.”
You laughed. “Right. Okay.”
Stepping away from her, you found your underwear and shirt and pulled them on quickly.
Minju was already pulling her own clothes from the bathroom floor. She dropped the large towel, standing naked for a moment, reaching for her cami. She slipped it over her head, the fabric settling against her skin. Then she picked up her black panties, stepped into them and pulled them up over her hips.
She caught you watching and smiled. “See? Not so distracting now.”
“You’re always distracting.”
She reached for your hand. “Come on. I’m hungry.”
You led her out of the bedroom, down the hall to your kitchen. On the large island sat the food you ordered on the warming plate. Hopefully still hot enough to eat. You opened the lids. Steam rose and the scent of garlic, ginger, and roasted meat bloomed into the air.
“It smells amazing.”
“Yes it does.” There were containers of jajangmyeon alongside sweet and sour chicken.
You fetched plates, utensils, and two glasses of water, setting them on the island. Minju hoisted herself onto one of the tall stools, crossing her legs. You sat opposite her.
After the long day she had you filled her plate with the noodles and chicken. You watched as she picked up her fork, twirling a bite of noodles. She took a mouthful, chewed slowly, and closed her eyes.
“Oh, that’s real good.”
After a few bites, she looked at you. “I feel bad for not asking how your day was. Before the show.”
"Don't worry about it, you're good. It was mostly just a revolving door of meetings in stuffy conference rooms. The usual fund manager posturing over quarterly projections, like any of us can predict market variables with a straight face." Your thumb traced the rim of your water glass absentmindedly. "But every time my phone vibrated, I’d grab it like some lovesick romantic. Scared I’d miss a notification from you."
She smirked, twirling another forkful of noodles. "Even during your director’s presentation?"
"Especially then." You leaned forward with a conspiratorial grin. "Sat in the back row pretending to take notes on my tablet. Had our texts open in a tiny window behind like five layers of spreadsheets. Nearly choked when my CEO asked me to clarify our hedge against..." you mimed flipping pages dramatically, "...whatever slide he was glaring at. Totally blanked."
A genuine laugh escaped her. "God, I wish I’d seen that. You, flustered." Her socked foot nudged your shin under the island. "And here I thought nothing could rattle you."
You captured her ankle between yours, holding it there. "Only you." The admission lingered between bites of sweet and sour chicken. "Spent all afternoon watching the clock crawl. Every time some VP droned on about liquidity ratios, I’d picture you backstage rehearsing your lines in that gorgeous dress. The way it flows when you walk. How the lights must’ve caught those sheer layers..."
Her chopsticks froze. Her eyes were wide and dark, filled with the moonlight from the window.
“Were you as nervous in the crowd as I was?”
“For you? Always. But you… you really were incredible.” You put your fork down. “When you introduced that rookie group and they were so shaky, you just leaned in and gave them that smile. The one that says, ‘Everything will be fine, don't worry and just go have fun.’ They relaxed immediately.”
She tilted her head. “You notice the small things.”
“I notice you."
She set her fork down and reached across the island. Her hand found yours, her fingers lacing through yours.
“I love you.”
“I love you too, Minju.”
As you two finished eating, you spent it talking about small things. The new song her group was rehearsing. The terrible coffee at your office. A movie you both wanted to watch.
When the plates were empty, you cleared them away. You turned to find her still sitting on the stool, watching you. She had a small, secret smile on her face.
“What?”
“I’m just looking at you. Being so domestic. It’s nice.”
“It’s boring.”
“It’s real. And after a night of cameras and scripts and ‘five minutes till segment three,’ real is the best thing in the world.”
You walked back to her, stopping beside her stool. You placed your hands on her knees. “What do you want to do now? We can watch that movie.”
She uncrossed her legs, letting them dangle. She hooked her ankles around your calves, pulling you closer. “I want to stay right here for a minute.”
You moved closer, your face nearly touching hers. "Alright."
She pressed her lips against yours, hands roamed, tongues danced together.
After a while, you broke the kiss, taking a deep breath of her. "You taste like black bean sauce."
She giggled.
Laughing against her lips, you kissed her again. Your hands slid from her knees up her thighs, cupping her hips, holding her steady on the stool as you kissed her harder. Her hands slid into your hair, tugging gently.
The kiss turned hotter, wetter, bodies pressing together on the island stool. She leaned back, pulling you with her by your hair, until you were both off-balance, supported only by your grip on each other.
“We should move,” you mumbled against her mouth.
“Why?”
“This stool is kind of wobbly, and I really don’t want you taking a spill!”
“I won’t fall. You’re holding me.”
She was right. You were, but things were definitely heating up.
You slid your hands up her sides, under the hem of her cami finding the warm skin of her waist, then the curve of her ribs. She shuddered, a small, pleased sound escaping her.
“See? Being domestic isn't boring.”
You kissed her neck, just below her ear. “I don't recall saying that.”
Your lips traveled down her neck, to the collar of her cami, feeling the pulse in her throat. She arched into you, her body pressing against yours. The stool creaked.
“Okay, maybe we should move.”
“Bedroom?” she asked.
“Bedroom.”
You walked together, making you way down the hall, stopping twice just to kiss against the wall, clothes hitting the floor.
When you reached the bedroom, you dimmed the lights. The bed was large and inviting. Minju went and hopped onto it.
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The first time you hook up with your roommate, it’s a culmination of the inevitable. It’s because of genetics - in both the weird way that you get rigid and sensitive every time she wears nothing but a towel moving between her bedroom and the bathroom, and the way the absolute shape of her is a blessing from one god or another (benevolent, clearly).
That’s not in any way a fault of either of you. You’re both as bad as the other, and the argument is that two wrongs make a right. So, while you may have been ogling those legs every time she passes by your door, she’s been standing in the kitchen, watching as you cross in little more than your briefs.
So, you’re not exactly, entirely sure how it got from that to this. Asa is standing close, in a living room of friends, and she smiles at you. Her eyes go hooded and sleepy - all pupils - and you can hear the party counting down the minutes to midnight.
Your heart beats faster when she lifts up on her toes.
Maybe you meet her half of the way. Either way, her lips are on yours. It’s easy - because fuck if this girl can’t kiss - it's a sensation unlike any you've ever felt before. It's electric. The kind of chemistry that belongs in a lab where some sort of experiment has gone spectacularly right. The way you slot together, open your mouth, and taste her. And then she parts her lips to welcome you more, the tip of her tongue is teasing over your lips and then meeting yours, and somewhere between hello and goodbye, you grab her hips and hold her against your front because you need more.
Fuck, you think, all the girls you've met in your life, so help you fucking god - you never knew what you were missing before. "Fuck, Asa," you whisper into the kiss when it gets so deep, you think your lungs may give in.
Then she moans into the kiss, her fingers combing up the back of your neck and threading through your hair. "Mm," she hums to you, her voice breathless and soft, "what?" She pulls back to check you’re still with her, the both of you breathing hard.
You swear you were drunk five minutes ago, but now you’re stone-cold sober, staring down at this girl you’ve known for most of your college years, and all you want is for this moment to last forever. You want her everywhere, want to feel more of her skin, and taste more of her lips, and have her pull on your hair until you spill out everything you can give her.
For a split second, you hesitate. And you can see Asa realising the same thing.
"Asa," you say again, only there's something else in your voice now - a different set of intentions. It hangs in the air between you; it might be fear or caution, and a hint of something darker. Desire, something urges you to admit. You don't. You don't want to say it out loud.
And because Asa is Asa and has never known a single moment of restraint, she doesn't give you time to think twice. Her fingers twist harder in your hair, and when she pulls you down to meet her - holy fuck - the kiss turns ravenous.
"Tell me I can do more than just kiss you," she whispers onto your mouth, and if you hadn't already lost the ability to breathe, you do then.
You're nodding, and thinking you'd let her choke the life out of you if she asked. The kisses continue. It's wet and messy, filthy in the best kind of way that leaves you wanting so much more.
So, with hands on her tiny waist, and your mouth hot against hers, you lead her backwards toward your bedroom. There's a quick moment when she fumbles for the doorknob, and you help without even giving it a thought. Then the two of you are stumbling inside, and you're praying that you left your bed in a half-decent condition.
You get her down onto the sheets with the lights off, your hand already travelling up the side of her body; you barely feel the way she shifts to kick her shoes off. Asa sits up as you kiss down her neck, licking and biting and savouring the soft noises she makes into your ear. She tugs her shirt over her head while you're working the button and zipper on her pants. These clothes will be gone in near record time.
You will drink that body in. Drink it until you choke on it.
You barely have a moment to kiss over the tops of her breasts, or to dip your tongue between the valley and wonder what she might taste like there, when Asa is moving you. Her fingers wrap tight again into your hair, and she doesn't so much as force, as urge you down her torso, helping you push her jeans down and off. Then your mouth is trailing down her bare skin, your lips mapping out the shape of her abs - and fuck, your tongue is so close to the spot that you really want to bury your face in between her legs, but she just whines, impatient.
"Lower, please -" her voice is wrecked, her words drawn out into a moan. You look up at her over the planes of her body to see her looking right back down at you with those dark eyes. She drops one hand to brush her thumb over the line of your jaw, and grins. "Come on, aren't you curious?"
"Like you wouldn't believe," is the only reply you give before you drag her underwear down her legs and are met with the most incredible view you'll ever witness.
"Just checking," Asa laughs, head thumping back against the pillows, "for science, really."
"Is that what we're calling it?" You trace your thumb through her folds, spreading them wide to take in every pretty inch of her glistening cunt. You feel her shudder at the touch - good - you want to test her patience first, see just how much she needs it. More touches follow, your fingers following the seam of her cunt, and a shudder courses through her.
"Hey," she groans, and arches up. You have to push your hand flat to her lower stomach just to keep her from lifting off the bed completely.
"You're impatient," you accuse with a slight laugh, and she cracks one eye open to glare down at you.
"If you weren't down there with your mouth so close to where I need it, I-"
"Where do you need it?" you ask, keeping your voice quiet and so close, your breath fanning over her most sensitive parts.
Asa sucks in a sharp gasp at the tease. "My clit," she breathes out, "please, please -"
Yeah, alright, you think. You're a pretty weak man at the best of times; any hope of making this last has already been shot to shit. You lean in, planting a soft kiss against the little bundle of nerves, and Asa's entire body goes rigid in shock.
"Oh, god -" she whimpers when you lick up her cunt, settling into it like this is something you've been starving for - like she's oxygen, and you've been drowning for years. "Jesus fucking Christ-"
"Hmm?" you wonder as your tongue swirls over her clit, and your fingers pinch her thigh. "Did you just compare me to a deity?"
"The way you're using your mouth," Asa has the audacity to laugh, "I'll get on my fucking knees for you."
Every thought in your brain goes a little haywire. You hum and the vibrations go straight through her, making her whine and grab at your hair. She pulls you back in close, and her thighs tighten to your ears. You don't think she's ever really been that religious, but her sudden appreciation for the things above? Fair enough, you'll take it. "Careful," you rasp out onto her pussy, and without warning, you drop your mouth over her clit and suck.
"Ohhh -" Asa throws her head back. "Ah, fuck -" she sighs, canting her hips forward like she wants to bury your face right into her cunt. And far be it from you to refuse such a pretty invitation.
You groan into her folds, lapping at her wetness. You can feel the tension building in her legs, how she's starting to tremble. "Almost," Asa gets out, breathless and stuttering. "Like that," she directs, angling your head a little to the left, grinding your nose into the space just above her clit as your tongue flickers over it. "Right there," she pants, holding you in place. "Yes - oh! Fuck!"
And you're used to praise, but when Asa's thighs close tight around your head, when she has to stifle a scream in the pillow, you think you've just found a brand new favourite form of it.
You kiss her soft thighs when she finally lets you up for air, and then slide back up her body to look down at her. Her eyes have gone glassy, and she's gazing at you with complete, undiluted want. Your cock is aching for some relief, but damn if this isn't the best sight you'll ever see.
"I have plans for that cock," Asa warns with a lazy smile, tracing her finger down your chest and then lower. It stops at the band of your jeans, and you swallow at the brush of her knuckles against your hips. Her eyes turn dark again as she looks at your lips; she licks her own. "Want you to fuck me so hard I can't even think straight."
"Shit, Asa." Your fingers ghost along her neck, along her jaw, and you tilt her head up. "Think we've gone a little too far this time. Can't go back."
"Hmm, good." She lifts up, and all the air leaves your lungs as she pushes you over, back to the bed, her leg tossed over your lap. Your hands come to her thighs out of sheer instinct, and you realise Asa is already trying to undo your pants. "Finally get to see if you're as hung as I imagined."
"And just how often have -"
"Not enough," she tells you with her focus set on freeing your cock from the constraints of your underwear. "All the goddamn time." Asa watches your dick hit against your stomach with a grin that's absolutely diabolical. "Fuck, yes," she whispers. "Perfect."
There's this freeze frame of this little thing perched across your thighs, bottom lip between her teeth, and one hand around the base of your cock, and if you die tonight, that'll be fine. You'll take that memory with you anywhere and everywhere for the rest of your existence. Because then she looks up at you through her lashes, smiles, and leans forward to let a stream of her saliva spill over the head. Her hand pumps you once, spreading the wetness, and the moan that drops from your mouth is beyond your comprehension.
She bites her lip again, eyes watching your face. "Just like I imagined," she says and twists her wrist, "big and thick. Perfect for fucking me full."
"You little -" you start to say, and Asa just winks, like she already knows what she does to you, what you think of her, and what you need to happen next.
The way she looks at it, it's worship - eyes never leaving the sight of you, biting her lip and rolling her hips at how she thinks you'll feel inside of her.
"Fuck," she breathes, and her pussy slides right up the length of your cock. "So fucking big." The first stroke of her along you, and your mouth falls open; she just holds your shoulders for balance, tilting her hips to grind her clit against you, and fuck. "You feel that, don't you," she whispers, "dripping all over you. I'm so fucking wet - you're making me lose my mind."
You wrap your arms around her waist, flattening a palm over the base of her spine. With the low groan in your chest, you pull her closer, lifting her up. "Then let me inside," you growl. "Let me feel you."
"Yeah," Asa nods quickly. The head of your cock slips a little and catches on her entrance, "You want in?"
"Fuck, yes.”
She dips down, and you see the exact moment she takes you inside of her cunt - how her eyes go black and hooded, and her lips part. There's this long groan that trembles out of her - all honey-sweet and so perfect. "Oh fuck," she cries, "oh my god."
She's tighter than you could ever have imagined - your whole body shakes with the effort not to blow your load right then. But somehow you manage, and Asa rests her forehead against yours, breathing in short, heavy pants. She takes a moment, and you give it to her. But then she pushes back and rolls her hips, working her tight cunt down your length. You're about to lose your goddamn mind at how soft she feels. "Asa…"
"Mmm?" She hums, and the motion sends a shiver through the two of you.
"You're so ti -"
"I know. Can feel you. Stretching." She laughs a little, just one short huff. "Fuck, you're huge."
You fist the sheets, your knuckles turning white, and you're struggling with every breath to not grab hold and pound into her like an animal. Like your body is fucking begging for you to do. Like maybe if you weren't so desperately into this girl that you've lost any and all rationale - and you might, just for this, tell her how you feel.
But then she rises up your cock, gripping your shoulders for leverage, and your brain just fizzles. You're left completely and utterly fucking addicted to her, unable to do anything but feel.
Every drop back down, she takes you further in, every shift of her thighs to bring you deeper, has her head tipped back in pleasure. You love seeing her like this - all fucked-out and loud and messy. You love every fucking second of it.
"Am I taking all of you?" Asa asks eventually, head forward again, the words punched out as she begins to circle her hips once she's flush against you.
You're gripping her thighs as you tell her, "No. Almost." And she gasps at the knowledge.
"Too deep," she's whispering to you, trying to roll again but finding herself way too full. "Babe, oh -" Asa's mouth falls open again as she squirms, and fuck, the look on her face is priceless. There's just so much pleasure written there, you can't help it; your hips start to move to help meet her, and she just falls apart. "That's it," she keens, loud and desperate. "Fuck me full."
There's very little that remains between the two of you - just sweaty bodies and hungry lips and the sound of moaning. You push up into her, watching her cute tits bounce each time she gets more of you in her tight, tight cunt. The little noises of surprise she makes every time your cock brushes something deep inside her drive you crazy.
"Gonna ruin me," she tells you, breathless and honest, and her eyes roll when you drive into her particularly hard.
"You're already ruined," you say, trying to focus and not fuck up the rhythm you've worked into. "Don’t care if you are."
“You haven’t seen anything yet.” She throws her arms over your shoulders, and when you push her down your cock again, she sinks her teeth into the bend of your neck. "Oh, fuck," she moans, "just a little more. Ah!"
You pull her close, and with her legs around your hips, it's only one more rough, needy, snap into her tight, twitching heat that has Asa quaking in your arms. Her mouth is leaving damp kisses across your shoulders, your throat; she mumbles nonsense as she fucks back on you to get herself through her orgasm. The aftershocks have her cunt clenching, squeezing, and you can feel the warning that you're going to pop start to trickle up your spine.
"Asa," you mumble into the crook of her neck, hands under her perfect ass, "I can't hold it, if you keep -"
"It would be so fucked up if you cum inside me," she says, breathless and riding the last waves of her climax, her grin pressing into your collarbone. She nips you with her teeth, grinding down a little harder. "Totally would."
"Asa," you warn.
"Not saying you should, but..." She pulls away, her hands on your jaw, and gazes deep into your eyes. "You're going to feel so fucking good when you're finishing in me."
"I shouldn't."
"You shouldn't," she says, sitting upright again. "But..." She lifts and then she turns, throwing her leg over your body and you get the perfect, pretty view of your cock burying deep inside her from behind. Holy fucking shit - her little heart-shaped ass hits your stomach as she takes you again, watching you the whole time over her shoulder, like she wants to see you fall apart.
"I hate you," you grunt, letting your hips snap up into her. She takes it, again and again.
"You say the sweetest things." She meets you in the middle, and she looks back at your face again, those eyes - it's like she's looking straight into your soul, licking her lips. "Cum in my pussy, c'mon, I know you want to. It's okay."
"No -" But your cock is inside her, hitting her in exactly the right spot to make her mewl. She's fucking gorgeous, and her words are going to be the end of you. She's grabbing her ass, pulling the cheeks apart for you and showing you just how well she takes you. And you can't, you really cannot. "Asa." you warn her, not that it seems to do any good.
"Mhm?" She smiles, innocent and sweet, and you know right then and there that you're already done for.
Her gaze lowers to your balls, tightening and drawing up. She can probably feel you swelling inside her, twitching, getting harder, bigger. She doesn't stop riding. "You're gonna cum for me, aren't you?" Her voice soft, teasing, "I can feel it. You're going to make the biggest mess inside me. Bet if I asked nice enough, I could probably have you do it every night."
"Asa -" It’s all in fucking vain.
"It would be so good," she purrs, leaning back, forcing your cock to the absolute base inside her - you feel the head of it hit home deep, and it's too much for you.
The sound that leaves your lips is probably closer to a death rattle, and it sets Asa right off again. She starts laughing in delight, and the shift of her body makes you jerk up into her - fuck, you've lost the fight. Lost it with her last teasing taunt. Maybe a long time before that. White-hot pleasure shoots up your spine, and you're spilling into the warm, clenching embrace of her cunt - just as requested.
"Oh fuck -" She moans and rolls her hips. "That's so much, holy shit. I can feel it, all warm."
Your fingers dig hard into her waist, trying to hold her there while you fuck up into her and flood her full.
"God, that's so fucking hot," she moans. "You couldn't even stop yourself - didn't even want to - fuck, look at you."
You have just enough sense of self to slide your eyes up to hers and - damn her, really - to see her watching you with the most satisfied grin, knowing full well she's responsible for your undoing. And hell if she isn't making the best damn view out of it, because she lifts and she leans and she shows that pussy to you. Leaking, dripping, a perfect white mess in between her legs. She plays with it, making a mess of herself.
"I have a New Year's resolution, you know?" she says, almost off-handed. You stare up at her in a daze, your brain spinning, struggling to make sense of anything, when she pushes your cum up with her fingers - playing in it. "Want to do this, like, a lot."
"Most resolutions never make it past January," you warn.
"Yeah," Asa cocks her head, amused, "but I don't think this one's gonna be a problem."
“Huh? Is that the… hey, you fucking bird! COME HERE! Shit, it flew, huh? No? HUHHH!!?? How dare you mock me! Hey!” That fucking bird that stays with us on this island just flapping her wings, twitting.
Twit. Twit.
“Huh???” Is it like trying to tell me something… huh? I can’t breathe.
…
A dream? Shit, I really can’t breathe!
…
“Uhh– uhh– I can’t breathe– w-what the.. What the fuck!?” I was sleeping when suddenly I couldn’t breathe.
“Hmm, I plan to sneak the first mission up, so you don’t have to worry about it.” Yujin giggling.
“Uhhh– w-what are you talking about? Who won’t wake up if you did— h-hey! Stop moving for a second!” I just woke up with Yujin’s crotch on my face. Her thighs are on both sides of my cheeks, clamping them in between them. My cheeks brushed on her smooth skin, damn it, it slid like butter.
“If you hadn’t woken up, you don’t have to worry about the first mission anymore.” She is wiggling her head as if it’s really a good idea.
“Who wouldn’t wake up if someone strangled them with their thighs early in the morning?” I just noticed Ryujin was sitting beside my bed. I tried to look in her direction, just to get blocked by Yujin’s thick thighs.
“Ryujin’s uhh– right!” Shit, it’s hard to breathe.
“We should’ve proceeded with my plan,” Ryujin said. It seems like they already planned how they’ll help me with the missions.
“Oh, that?” Yujin said. She’s heavy, not gonna lie.
“What’s your plan, Ryuji— AWWW!” I screamed in pain when Yujin suddenly sat on my neck, just an inch above my collarbone.
“Sorry~” Yujin apologized. She’s cute.
“I plan to slam a table at you while you're sleeping, then you’ll get knocked out the whole day, and we’ll take care of your missions for you! Brilliant, right?” Ryujin just told her plan to murder me.
“W-WHAT BRILLIANT!? THAT’S A CRIME!” I shout, even though I can’t see her behind these heavy, thick thighs.
“Think about it, if we proceed with that plan, you might still be sleeping right now while someone rides your face and drowns with her juice.” Ryujin is still insisting that her idea is great.
“Delicious juice, don’t forget that, Ryu.” I choked since Yujin was wiggling like a kid; she must’ve forgotten I’m right below her.
“No! I’m not sleeping if that happens! I’m dead!” Why the fuck does she even think about slamming a whole-ass table on me while I’m sleeping?
“Why? If we did that, you’d wake up with only mission 5 left.” Ryujin is so persistent with that idea.
“I won’t wake up after that, I’m telling you, Ryu— AND STOP WIGGLING LIKE A WORM WHO SOMEONE JUST PUT A SALT ON!” I shout at the wiggling Yujin, who’s sitting on my face.
“Ihhhh~ I can’t wait to help you~ let’s start~” Yujin hits me with an aegyo. It’s scary, seeing someone acting cute with you, then she will shove her pussy later on.
“I uhuuhuwheuwhe–!!” I was speaking when Yujin swiftly put her clothed crotch right on my face.
“Hmm, yes!” Yujin grabbed my head and pushed it in between her burning crotch.
“Uhhehehe– I-It hurts!” This shit is supposed to be good, but her zipper just poked my nose deep.
“Your pants.” Ryujin was laughing beside us. Enjoying what she’s seeing.
“Right!” Yujin just realized it. She straightened up, lifting her body with her knees on both sides of my head.
“Pwaaahhhh~ haaa..” Finally, a breather. I should brace myself for what’s coming as I watch her unbuckling her shorts. I can’t do anything, like I’m hypnotized by the way her hard moves, I just watch her from below, doing her thighs, typo, her things.
She loosened her shorts and… dropped it on my face. PLAP!
“Oh, sorry, master~” She picked it up.
“AWWW!” She picked up even the tip of my nose.
“S-sorry!” She panicked, her clumsy hand dropped her shorts again with a hard plopping on my face. Did I see it right? That’s a fucking metal chain decor in her shorts.
Ryujin is laughing her ass off beside us, watching Yujin beating the hell out of my face. Then Yujin slipped the shorts off her left foot, then lifted her right knee, sliding it off her right foot until it was finally off.
She smacked me with her shorts, but who cares? I’m so close to real paradise right in front of me.
“Yuji—” I was going to ask her to be gentle.
“Shhh, master. Don’t worry, the food is still steaming hot.” She shushed me with her finger on my lips. I see, she’s not lying, the steamer still had some water left in it since her panties were damp with moisture.
“Is it cooked?” I know I'm going to regret what I just asked her.
“Try it yourself.” Then Yujin sat on me,
“Uhmmm~uhmm~” I opened my mouth at the right time, and I gladly accepted what she had to offer. Her panties offer just enough barrier for her pussy, I can still taste how good it is, how much of it's raw. I lapped it, as if it’s my last meal on this island, but I know this is just the start.
“Yes! Oh god, uhmm~ how ‘bout you taste the filling?” She gripped my head; it hurt so much that it got my attention from her pussy to her. Did these girls realize how strong they are?
“H-hauhm wauhat fwilwing?” I said.
“Huh?” Ryujin’s puzzled.
“Huh?” Yujin too.
“Give him some space so he can speak!” Ryujin kept slapping the night table beside her. She’s having the time of her life laughing.
“O-oh yeah! Right!” Yujin slightly stood up, giving space for my mouth. I also took that time to breathe freely without her soaked panties in front of me.
“Pwaa~ I said, what fillin— uhhhmp!” She literally gave me some space just to speak, and put her crotch back to my mouth. It’s like a scene in a movie wherein victims got their mouths muffled by a piece of fabric, well, realistically speaking, it is, a piece of fabric with Yujin’s juice on it.
“He’s dying!” Ryujin threw her head back, laughing. It’s getting annoying. I feel like I should get revenge when it’s her turn. Just keep laughing, just keep– why’s this Yujin kept wiggling again!
“Are you still good? Tell me, do you want the filling?” Yujin kept asking about that filling, but I could see no sandwich, though.
“Move, Yujin. Let’s finish the first mission. You kept playing. I’ll do it instead.” Even though Ryujin kept laughing about what was happening, she was still sincere in helping me. She is even willing to replace Yujin by feeding her pussy on me, squirting, and choking me. To be honest, any of them can do it; I’ll not complain.
Speaking of, where’s Arin and Jiheon?
PAAKKKKK!
“OHHHH! JIHEON TOOK DOWN A BANANA TREE!” I heard a faint shout outside; it sounded like Arin. But wait, JIHEON TOOK DOWN A TREE? I’m scared, and I can’t breathe! Yujin is still sitting on my face like a damn cushion.
“Why do they sound like it’s that hard?” Yujin said after hearing them. These girls are always whacking anything outside this cabin, don’t they? But shit, I still can’t breathe.
“Don’t mind them, they're just playing.” Ryujin brushes it off. I just heard Jiheon took down a banana tree, and they’re just playing. “Hey, stop spacing out. There’s someone who needs to breathe down on you.” She added, thankfully, she noticed me.
“Oh, right!” She lifts her crotch. Finally, another breather.
“Pwaahhhh.” Is this torture?
“Ryu, I’ll take it. Just get ready on your part.” Yujin grinned at her. I looked at Ryujin, too. She cleared her throat. Is she the one who’ll get her tonsils knocked out? Then Ryujin adjusted her seat as if she was getting ready to take it from her ass. I don’t know anymore, but it seems like they really already planned everything.
“Master, do you want the filling or not?” Yujin shifts her focus back to me.
“What the hell is that filling!? Yes, I do!” I don’t have any idea what she’s talking about, but I accepted it.
“She would still shove it to you even though you refused.” Ryujin laughed again.
“You should see the sandwich first.” Yujin’s finger tugged at the side lace of her panty, and pulled it sideward— rrrrrip!
…
She ripped her panties like it was nothing!
“How do you like it? My sandwich?” She asked me, looking down.
“Where’s the sandwi– is it the?” I’m confused, but when I look at it, I can now see it.
“Yes.” She grinned, she’s proud of her sandwich.
The sandwich she was talking about is her puffy pussy. It’s shockingly shaved; I can see some stubble on it, but hey, no one cares. Its puffiness screamed how soft it is, and her cute slit looked so tight and fresh. But something’s missing.
“W-where’s that filling?”
“In between those buns. It’s clear, slick, and moist filling.” She points at her puffy lips, so that’s the buns. I can already tell that it looked better than the sandwiches I know, and probably tastes better too.
“Want to taste it?” Yujin didn’t even have to ask, since she dropped her hips on me, feeding me her pussy once more. But there are no more panties this time, it’s bare and raw. She forced her oozing juices into my mouth. Inside her pussy bread lies a pool of her moist filling, giving this strong flavor to her delicacy.
“Hmm, yes! Eat me like you’ve been craving for this! There’s no dine-in and take-out option! You’ll dine in, and we’ll not allow you to take it out of us!” She gripped my hair tightly, and my scalp may detach at any moment. I had no choice but to let her do whatever she wanted.
“Whooo! Go, eat Yujin’s pussy!” Ryujin cheered. What the hell is she cheering on? And why in the first place!?
“Uhuohooh—!!” Yujin turned around, swirling while her pussy was still in my mouth.
“Let your bird free from your dirty cage!” She stripped my pants and underwear in an instant. She then reached for my already hard dick, but it can’t fly yet since she strangles it with her soft hands.
“It’s hard! I love birds.” Yujin stored my dick and kissed it. She didn’t even bother to play with it as she shoved it into her mouth. Her tongue tickles my shaft. She kept going until her lips touched my base.
“Uhuhuguh– Yuj-ughguhgh.” I can’t speak, Yujin’s bobbing her head and moving her hips at the same time.
“It’s like I’m watching a mixed-martial arts fight! It’s so cool! Like Jiu-jutsu!” Ryujin exclaimed.
“HMMMPPP!” I swear, she shouldn’t have said it. Everything coming out of their mouths is like a bad warning for what’s coming.
“Really!?” Yujin lit up.
“HMMMM— HMMPP!!!” I’ve used all my force to push her away, but she’s weighing tons more than I expected. But, all my actions stopped—
“Hiyaaaa!” Yujin karate chopped my peepee.
“UHGUHGUH–AWW!!” Shit’s hurt so much that it gives me that much-needed strength to break free.
“Yah! Don’t hit my dick! Besides, striking is forbidden in Jiu-jitsu.” Why the hell did Yujin even think of hitting it?
“Oh, really? I don’t know.” Yujin admits. Ryujin’s enjoying the show. She should stop saying anything.
“Twerk.” Ryujin just said another damn word.
Huh? Twerk? Oh hell no.
“Cool idea!” Yujin said.
“No, it’s not– ughughuhhd!” I got muffled again by her sandwich buns.
“Shit.” Yujin’s hips crashed into my face. Not once in my life have I thought I'll get beaten up by a pussy.
I felt like I was getting punched. I bet even Mayweather won't run from this. Even the goat of defense will gladly let her pussy punch his face.
“Ugh– dugh– duugshh!” It’s a one-sided fight, I’m about to get knocked out!
“Whoo! Yujin, you got this!” Ryujin was clapping. There's nothing to clap at!
“Shitughgugh!” Yujin kept bobbing her head as well. She's too good at it. It's slippery inside her. I hold her on her thighs, trying to stop her from twerking. I'm beat, literally. I'm getting pussy punched.
“Left hook,” Ryujin said, she should shut the fuck up already.
“Okweay.” Yujin said okay, huh? How–
“UGHHH–GUGH!” I groaned. Yujin swung her hips sideways, slapping me with her thick thighs from left to right.
“Right hook!” Ryujin instructs. She’s not helping at all; she’s killing me.
“UGHHH!” I’m dying, Yujijn just shifts her hips to the other side repeatedly.
“I suwender!” I tapped her thighs multiple times. Tapping out seemed like the last option I had.
“Okay! He tapped out! Yujin won!” Yujin won in a fight that never existed.
“Yay!” Yujin stopped, finally, and she’s way too happy with her victory.
“Okay, let’s get it. I’ll choke you for real now.” She swirls again, with her pussy still in my mouth.
I’ll never let them have the upper hand once again. I’m already defeated, I won’t let them overpower me twice. I suddenly sat up, and her back touched the bed.
“Ohhh~” Both of them were mocking me.
“It’s my mission, so I've got to do it. Enough with your frolicking.” I stated.
“Then eat me now, and I’ll clamp your neck, master~” Yujin responds. Well, that’s the plan.
I lifted her hips and dug into her soaked sandwich. She let out a loud moan while I was eating her pussy, I even pushed my tongue in. She had her long legs around my neck, then clamped my neck in between. It's somehow cold and smooth. It's the best feeling I've ever had— not until she pressed it even tighter, my might popped up.
“KGGHHH–” I thought I already had control, but it seems like I’m wrong. Her thighs dictate everything; she regulates the pace, force, and moment.
The only way to let her loosen up is to make her cum. So, I did my best to eat her, even groping her thighs and ass in the process.
“HAAA— m-master! I’m close!” Yujin starts to pulsate. Finally, after getting knocked by her pussy, she squirts, splashing my face with her juice, close shot. Shit, I know I just woke up, but this isn't the right way to wash my face.
“Brush your teeth with her pube,” Ryujin proposed, again.
“Yeah! Sh– I’m gonna cum!” Yujin’s excited as usual.
“No——” Objection is not an option, as Yujin gripped my hair and started moving in a sideways motion.
“Hmm—?” The mission’s already over, as I saw the paper lit up from the table where I left it last night. But she is still gripping my head, there's no other way. I had to make her cum. I know something special.
“Hughuhgh!” I protrude my tongue, dig deeper, and play with her.
“Hmm! m-master!!!” Right then, she cums, rolling her eyes in the moment, and tongues out.
Her body throbbed as she exploded. I don't have a choice but to lap it since she still had her thighs clamped on my head. I thought it would loosen up, but it seems like I’m wrong since it grips tighter.
“Haaa~” She kept twitching and eventually calmed down. I tapped her thighs on both sides.
“T-tways” I speak on her pussy. It's bubbly and incomprehensible. I just wanted to tell her to release my battered head.
Thankfully, she let it go and plopped her legs down on both sides. She's catching her breath. The bed’s also a mess.
Speaking of mess, I have my face glistening with her juice. I'm like a vampire who just sipped on her. Her juice is the blood, but her pussy lips are the one that bit me.
“Let her rest, and you take a rest too.” Ryujin stood up, wiped her tears from laughing, and left the room. I tidied up and let Yujin rest.
*****
“Where are the other girls at?” When I went outside. They're actually just sitting at an elevated board platform.
“What are you guys doing?” I approached them, my face a little bit swollen, particularly on my lips.
“None, master~ it’s so boring!” Jiheon answered. Arin and Ryujin agreed with her.
“I’m craving for some ice cream!” Ryujin kicked her feet in annoyance.
“Like some, popsicles?” Arin suggests.
“Then ask the genie for it, by the way, where is she? I can’t hear her snoring since this morning.” I usually hear a snore whenever she’s here. I guess she’s awake but where did she go?
“She went for a walk,” Ryujin responds, rolling her body through the platform.
“H-huh? Where ? in the real world???” I tilt my head, confused.
“She’s free, somehow,” Arin explained.
“HUUHhhhh!? How come a genie walks freely?” It doesn’t make sense at all.
“She already fulfilled your two wishes; it means her duty is partially over,” Jiheon added to the explanation.
“Is that really how it’s supposed to be?” I questioned them. I’ve read books during my younger days about genies. It usually doesn't end up well for their first two wishes, and they usually use their last wish to amend the damage.
But, that fucking genietal— genie only have fucking two wishes. What’s worse is that I apparently used them all. I’m fucked up, literally.
And now, she’s partially free?
“She’s not bound to you, so she can walk for fun,” Ryujin said. She’s crawling. What the hell is this girl doing?
“So, where the fuck are we really? Inside the jar?” I said it sarcastically.
“Yes.” Jiheon and Arin answered, straight-faced. Ryujin’s still crawling. Where the fuck will she go?
“No way! Wait— I think I know where this is going… Don't tell me she plans to use me as a replacement for her!? That geni— WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?” In the middle of my revelations, Ryujin tugged my pants down for another exposure, dick revelation.
“Master~ you have rested already.” This girl is something. So her target was my cock when she started crawling. My lust defense system didn’t detect her horny activity; the system failed.
“Yujin didn’t play with you enough~” Ryujin poked it. My dick responds, standing up in an instant as if a soldier is ready for battle. My cock’s ready for war.
“Hey, stop! Wait a minughghhhh~ Ryujin!” I’m still arguing with her when she suddenly puts it into her mouth.
“Ryujin got the popsicle she wants~” Arin teased us. Both she and Jiheon start to crawl as well. These Komodo dragons are supposed to be in Indonesia, not in Thailand. Oh, we’re at thigh land anyway.
“Mission two starts now!” Jiheon announced. Once again, they decided by themselves, not even consulting me.
“Uhhhgh~ Ryuji– take it ughhh eas– TEETH! Aww!” It hurts; her teeth slightly scraped my shaft. Ryujin bobbed her head, her lips perfectly enveloping my dick, creating friction on every move.
“Cum inside one of our mouths… Ryujin will do that.” Jiheon starts reading the second mission from the paper. Wait, where the fuck did that paper come from? I left it inside the cabin.
“Knock their tonsils multiple times.” Jiheon continued.
Right, multiple times doesn’t mean I should hit it nonstop, just a few—
“Is 300 enough?” Jiheon’s mouth should be stapled.
“What the fuck? I don’t plan on hitting your tonsils 300 times today— what the fuck’s happening?” Hitting it 300 times was too much, but then the paper suddenly lit up.
“Wis twu bwayt. (It’s too bright).” Ryujin speaks with my dick in her mouth. I don’t have any idea what she just said, and I don’t care! All I want to know is what the fuck’s happening with the mission paper. It’s glowing.
“Oh, it registered,” Jiheon said after the paper stopped glowing.
“Registered??? What???” I’m praying to all of the deities, please, it’s not what I think it was.
“300 tonsil punch.” Arin peeked and confirmed it for me.
“I said, tonsil punch like Yujin did, but it's a pussy punch,” She pulled her head, leaving a trail of spit between her lips and my dick. “And we have another problem.” She added.
“What?” Arin asked.
“His dick’s not hitting it, my tonsil,” Ryujin said, and they looked at me as if it’s my fault.
“Is he not hard enough?” Jiheon crawled until her face was mere inches from my dick.
“Oh my.” Arin did the same.
My dick just pulsated; it just got a power up just by looking at their faces. Looking up to me and my dick. Three beautiful girls on their knees, who wouldn’t get enraged by it?
“Hey, get hard.” Ryujin poked it; it grew.
“Ming ming~” Jiheon also poked it; it grew.
“Heyyy~ get u— why ming ming?” Arin poked it too and questioned Jiheon.
“It looks cute like a cat,” Jiheon explained, where the fuck did that logic come from?
“Idiot, he had a dog, not cats.” Ryujin’s logic is also out of bounds.
“What?” Arin and Jiheon looked at Ryujin.
“Dogs, I mean, he got a hot dog, and we got a cat, our pussy cat.” Ryujin’s proud of her answer.
“RAAAAAHHHHH!!!!” My cells within me awakened upon hearing about their pussies. My dick went to another form, gear 5, Dicka.
“Ohhh~ hurry to test its mightiness!” Jiheon tapped Ryujin’s back, encouraging her to take the first tonsil punch.
“Okay!” Ryujin stuck her tongue out, catching my improved dick, and put it inside her mouth.
“HmmUHG-GHHH!! Cough! Cough!” Ryujin choked since Arin pushed her head since she was taking too much time.
“Ughh! I-it does! It reached my tonsils!” Ryujin exclaimed while still coughing. The girls celebrate, while I watch them confusedly.
“That's 1!” Jiheon shouts, she’s so happy. The paper even glowed when I hit Ryujin’s tonsil.
“Way to gwoo-ughh! Ughguh!” Ryujin enthusiastically sucked my dick, pushing it deep inside her throat.
“8! 9! 10!” Jiheon and Arin counted up to 10 until Ryujin pulled her head and coughed nonstop.
“I-it’s hard.” Ryujin’s face is starting to redden. Is she talking about my dick or the mission?
“I see… then hit mine! Ahhhhhh~” Jiheon absurdly suggested and opened her mouth as if waiting for someone to feed her.
“Huh– the mis–ughhh~ ughh! Jiheon!” I held Jiheon’s head to balance myself since she suddenly shoved my dick into her mouth. I hit her tonsils, then the paper lit up once again. It counts.
“The mission states to hit our tonsils, but only one throat to fill,” Arin explained, watching Jiheon suck my dick.
“And it’s Ryujin’s?” I asked.
“Yep, fill my throat with your warm cum, master~” Ryujin purred.
“You— hmmm, J-Jiheon!” Jiheon’s doing too much, her lips smacking my hips on every blow.
“You could fuck Yujin right now if you want to, master~” Ryujin’s idea isn’t very bright. I can’t just do it. What a tease.
“38! 39! 40!” Arin kept counting, and Jiheon just hit the 40th tonsil punch. All of them clapped, and I clapped as well since it’s impressive.
“A-Arin…” I called her. Ever since I saw her, I can’t stop thinking about her. You can’t blame me, I found all of them insanely pretty.
“Hmm, master?” Arin responds.
“C-can I hit yours too?” A chance that I shouldn’t slip.
“Go ahead, ahhhh~” She smiled and opened her mouth for me.
“Uhghhh~ Shit!” For the first time since the second mission started, I held someone's head and face fucked it.
“Uhh! Gughh! Ugh!” Arin held my thighs and gripped for stability as I hit her throat 30 more times.
Shing! Shing! Shing! The paper lit up every hit.
“Wooooh! 70 total! Master’s dick is a great boxer!” Jiheon exclaimed.
They celebrate 70 total. 230 more. They’re the only ones I witnessed celebrate when someone hit their throat.
“Ryujin time!” Jiheon tapped Ryujin, and she’s on the move.
“Ughhuh– ughgh! Ughg!” Ryujin hits 80 more! That's wild, her spit dripping from her chin; she got teary-eyed as well. A total of 150, we’re halfway finished.
Shing! Shing! Shing!
“Woooww~ we’re getting good at this!” Jiheon clapped in amusement. Jiheon was next after Ryujin pulled her head.
“AUhghgh! Aghghg! Uighg!” Jiheon bobbing’s more intense than earlier. Arin brushed her hair like a baby. Jiheon hits 50 more!
“Fuck, how long do I need to stop myself from coming!” I’m fighting over my urge to cum. I should save it for Ryujin’s throat. We need a hundred more.
“Hold it, master! Pour it all on me!” Ryujin had to remind me.
“Let’s do it, girls.” Ryujin encouraged Jiheon and Arin.
“We’re like superheroes!” Jiheon’s happy just to be here, and by sucking my dick.
“Masters like that evil monkey villain and we’re the heroes!” Ryujin claps. How dare they compare me to Mojojojo!
“Suck! Suck! Suck!” Jiheon and Ryujin cheered for Arin as she hit 30 more! 70 left to complete.
Shing! Shing! Shing!
“I should do it, let me finish him off!” Ryujin popped her neck. She’s about to end this craziness.
“UghhHG! UGHGH! Uhghhgh!” Ryujin’s dead serious about it; she just got her tonsil punched 50 times in a minute. 250 in total! We’re close!
“296! 297! 298! 299! 2– Huh? Why?” Their counting was interrupted when I suddenly stopped my hips.
“Mwaastew wahy? (Master, why?)” Ryujin looked up at me, confused, while my dick was still inside her mouth.
“You–ready?” I speak even though I'm on the verge of cumming. Ryujin nods.
“Then–Uwoooguhh! Ughh!” I pushed deep and erupted inside her throat. She took it like a champ; she’s the MVP of this mission for a reason.
“Ughgughgughgugh~” She’s chugging my cum like crazy. She even made a suction on her mouth, milking me dry. A human vacuum.
“Woooow~” Arin and Jiheon clapped, Ryujin stuck her hand for a thumbs up. I just shook my head because of this insanity.
“Ughh!” When I dried out, my legs weakened. I dropped down, landing on my butt. The three of them are still kneeling, and Ryujin’s wiping her mouth.
The paper lit up, brighter than it used to. Mission 2 complete!
“Finally.” A rest is needed, but that wasn’t on the girl's mind.
“OHH! Jiheon! What the fuck are you doing!?” Jiheon pulled her pants off, then her panties. Another sandwich on sight!
“Mission 3, ass fucking.” She looks confused that I stopped her.
“Let me rest first!”
Then they looked at each other, “Okay.”
*****
I had a great lunch, and I checked the mission. It's the third mission already, the anal. Based on their previous actions, it looks like earlier they had already decided who would take it. I’m guessing who will take my dick on their ass.
“Is it Jiheon?” Jiheon’s action earlier is like an automatic submission, but knowing them, it might change based on their moods.
“Is it Arin?” Come to think of it, Arin’s ass caught my attention lately. The cheekiest of all cheeks.
“Is it Ryujin?” Ryujin just took my load on her throat. It’s unusual to have them take two missions in a row. But there’s still a possibility. I wouldn’t mind whacking that tight ass, though.
“Is it Yujin?” She’s pretty hardcore, I think she’ll like to be fucked behind as we— wait a minute, why am I thinking like this? I’m not this kind of person, what the fuck?
Speaking of Yujin, that girl just woke up and greeted me outside. Interestingly, she still has no pants, bare below. Her sandwich is on display with visible wetness.
“Are you good? What mission are you on now?” She speaks like my old neighbor.
“It's the third already, hope you got a good rest,” I responded.
“Good.” She walked all the way beside me. I thought she was going to take a seat beside me, but she stuck her ass out, on all fours, “Then, put it in my ass.” An unpredictable move from the pussy puncher, her ass kicks by the way.
“Wait, I thought it’s Jiheon’s turn?”
“No, it’s not Jiheons. We argued last night about this. Nobody agrees with someone; in simple words, no agreement exists. So master~ Hurry up and plug your stick on my ass~” Yujin looks over her shoulder, biting her lip.
“Why in the world did you get your flat ass in the field?” Jiheon just mocked Yujin’s ass, calling it flat. I sense a building tension between the two.
“Because I deserved it, you smiley eyes.” Yujin teased her back. Is that supposed to be a tease or a compliment?
“Why are you guys fighting? If that’s the case, I’ll ask Arin or Ryujin instead.” I stood up and threatened to leave.
“This is gonna be our first time in our asses! Not even unnie’s toy got in there, yet.” Yujin and Jiheon explained, so that’s the reason why,
“Unni’s toy? Wait! Genies use toys— yeah, right, shit’s a horny genie.” That hyoho girl doesn't play yoyos, she plays her cunt.
“Yeah! But unnie always keeps her toys, since Yujin always sneaks them out!” Jiheon accused Yujin of sneaking them out.
“Oh yeah? You’re bold enough to say that even though you share it with me!?” Yujin fought back. Now they’re going at it.
“Yeah! But my ass is the best! So the master should put it on me first!” Jiheon’s love for ass is unmatched.
“Well, too bad, he already ate my pussy! I bet the master can’t wait to taste my ass!” For the love of God, Yujin forced it on my face.
“No! I did not!” I shook my head. As much as I want to deny it, I admit it tastes nice.
“Master~ don’t lie~” Yujin still insists.
“No, master said no.” Jiheon’s there to slam it.
The coconut destroyer versus the pussy boxer. How did this come from a vacation, to a sex mission, and now on a competition for best ass? I should stop them before they go too far.
“Guys—hmm? A-arin–?” Right at that moment, Arin grabbed my wrist.
“Shhhh. Let's go.” She whispered. Dragging me somewhere into the depths of the island. She sneaked me out of the fighting best butt competitors. We went behind a coconut tree.
“Arin, wha— whoa!” I was shocked when she suddenly turned around, lifted her skirt, and presented her bare ass, already prepared to take my dick on her ass.
“H-hurry~” She can’t wait for it, as I heard Yujin and Jiheon’s voices echoing through the island. The girls are already aware that someone snatched me from them.
“S-Shit! Arin, okay.” I placed my hand on her smooth left cheek and aimed for her puckered hole.
“Uuoooghghhh~” Both of us let out a satisfying moan. She’s incredibly tight down there. My dick’s like Columbus, exploring unknown territory.
“Fuck! It feels great!” Arin forgot that we’re hiding since she just broadcast what she’s feeling.
…
“Hey! Arin’s a cheater! Jiheon, over here!” Yujin saw us, and I looked over at them while Jiheon was running in our direction.
“Cheater Assrin!” Jiheon pointed to us as they watched me pound Arin’s back.
“Ohhuohh!” I exclaimed since I couldn’t explain what I felt. All I could ever do was moan and watch my dick disappear on her ass, and enjoy her cheeks ripple in every impact.
“Shit! Ah yes! Uhmm it’s so good!” Arin’s excitement might be a little bit too much, as she slammed the coconut tree she was holding.
BAM!
“Whoa— what the hell! Stop Arin!” A coconut fell, a mere inch beside me. It could be fatal; they should be careful, though I thought my life was in danger ever since I met them.
“Shit!”
“It looks so good~ fuck!”
Jiheon and Yujin stripped their remaining clothes and approached us. They watch their friend getting wrecked from behind.
“Master, that’s enough. Put it in my ass~” Yujin whispered and gently bit my right ear.
“Don’t listen to them, master~ put it on mine~ It’s as white as a tofu.” Jiheon did the same on the other side.
BAM!
“A-Arin, stop– hey! Don’t bite my— uhm!” I should stop Arin from slamming the coconut tree, but Yujin’s lip shut mine. She’s kissing me while Jiheon trails kisses on my neck. These leeches were trying to drain every liquid I had in my body.
“Uhhmm no— hmm~” Just when Yujin let my lips go, Jiheon yanked my head onto hers and got her kiss.
“Ahh~ Master! UOoohgh!” Arin subtly noticed my slowing thrust and pushed her butt into me, meeting my hips midway, causing a smack.
*****
(Somewhere in the real world.)
“How’s the middle world, you imposter genie?”
“I love it hyo-hyo-hyo~” The genie answered.
“What the fuck is that laugh?”
“Don’t you have a designated laugh when you’re still inside your fucking lamp hyo~?”
“I do, but you're irritating.”
“Can’t help it hyo~ but soon, I’ll be free hyo~.”
“Where’s that man?”
“Inside my jar hyo-hyo~ my captured souls are entertaining him~.”
“Seeing you here roaming, seems like he already used all of his wishes.”
“Yes~ he’s fucked up. I bypass the system hyo~ he didn’t directly wish for it, but he still said it hyo-hyo-hyo~ humans are really predictable hyo!”
“Aren't you formerly human?”
“I am! Now I’m a genie! But soon, I’ll become a deity! I’ll roam freely, and I can do whatever I want with this overwhelming power!”
“Thankf–”
“Hyo~”
“What’s that?”
“I forgot to say hyo-hyo-hyo~ and the system forced me to say it hyo~.”
“Fuck that. Thankfully, he’s a descendant of an ancestor who used to serve the original genie. We’re lucky that the boy's always gloomy. I observed him for days, and I even shapeshifted as his boss and rejected his vacation leave! WAHAHA!”
“Ohhhh~ you’re ruthless hyo-hyo-hyo~. Don’t worry, he still got his vacation, inside my jar hyo-hyo-hyo~ Thigh land is the best.”
“What thigh? I thought he wanted to go to Thailand?”
“I messed up hyo-hyo~.”
“Did he already see you?”
“Not yet hyo~ I’m still recovering hyo~ but! I’m already at 75% of my plan hyo-hyo-hyo!”
“You gave him the mission, right? Did you tell him the true risk of taking it?”
“Yes, hyo~ but I twisted my fucking words hyo~ I told him he’s a gonna be a servant for the girls, but I did not tell him that he’ll serve everyone who used the jar! HYO-HYO-HYO~”
“In that way! He’ll replace you and finally taste this freedom! Though… he’ll replace you anyway if you stay inside for a looooong time.”
“I know, but once the process of soul replacement begins, the souls trapped inside will regain their consciousness for a span of time until the replacement is done.”
“So you chose to have him do the pact instead of waiting, I see, you’re an idiot, but your brain works if needed. You did well, since two beating entities can’t share space inside the vessel for a certain amount of time.”
“Hey, hyo! I’m not id— anyway hyo-hyo-hyo~ that guy’s also persistent to go back, so why not give him a pact as early as possible? Hyo-hyo! I’m sure he won't finish the missions, and he’ll replace me as the genie! An imprisoned entity, together with my stolen souls! hyo!”
“Sounds like you’re scared of that guy, or that soul?”
“I’d lie if I’m not hyo. That genie, I used my first wish to exchange my soul with her to gain her powers. Then right after she grants it, I used her own powers to seal her, you know, just for precautionary measures, hyo~.”
“Why’s that?”
“Since our bodies got exchanged, she got my remaining wish too~ hyo-hyo-hyo~ I’m done if she wishes her body back. But fuck! I didn’t know it violates the rules of the divine to use magic unjustifiably! In exchange, they forced me to sleep, with only the blood of a human whose servants' DNA flows through its body can awaken me. hyo-hyo-hyo~”
“Idiot, all genies want to be free. You just annoyed her since you sealed her for that silly reason.”
“Hyo… fuck… so that’s another reason why I shouldn’t let her regain her consciousness hyo-hyo-hyo~.”
”So, where is she? The original genie?”
“I sealed her, but kept her close to me. I know she doesn't remember anything; however, it’s still risky not to keep an eye on her. You already know we can’t kill someone, we can only seal hyo-hyo-hyo~.”
“I wish you good luck! WAHAHAHA!”
“Hyo-hyo-hyo~”
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“Mom, why is that kid and that woman laughing so creepily?” a kid pointed at another kid and a tall woman laughing.
“No, don’t go near them. They use kids to sell stuff; it’s child exploitation. I should call the police.” Her mother dragged her son away.
The imposter genie is talking to the kid who’s selling antique stuff.
*****
“Ughh! Arin! I’m close!” I fucking Arin’s ass nonstop.
“Master~ please!”
“Fuck our asses too!”
Yujin and Jiheon had their asses stuck out for me, in front of me. Those pink puckered holes are so tempting. I’m just a man, so I cupped both of their cheeks.
“Mast— AHHHH~.”
“Hmm..AHHHH!”
“Fuc–ughoohg!”
The three of us moan concurrently as I put a thumb on Yujin and Jiheon’s butthole while I fuck Arin’s ass. Their moans overlapped with one another.
“RAAHHHHHH!” I intensified my thrust and thumb movements with a battle cry.
“AhHhHh~” Jiheon’s loud moan resembled strings, a mix of violins from heaven.
“AHHHH~” Yujin’s groan is more on the brass, a variety of trumpets and trombones.
“Uooahhh!” Arin’s fuck cry is the percussion, not because she sounds like one, it’s because she kept slamming the damn coconut tree.
I make music with their moans! Just a little push on their sensitive bodies, the pitch of their moaning varies. I see, music is essential!
“BEETHOVEN! I, YOUR, REINCARNATION! CALL ME BEET-MY-MEAT! AND THIS IS MY TYPE OF CLASSICAL!” I hope the gods of music hear my piece.
“AHHHH~”
“AUGHHH!”
“OUGHHH~”
“AS A CONDUCTOR OF THESE DIVINE WORK! I’LL CALL THIS PIECE A PERFECT EXAMPLE OF ASS-YMPHONY ANAL-OGY!”
“AHHHHHHH!” Their moans work like fine music to my ears as I cum inside Arin’s ass. I hope the audience likes my show.
“Wooooooww~” Ryujin clapped her hand, and jaws dropped in amusement. “That deserved a standing ovation!” Ryujin exclaimed.
“You and my beast can do that.” I pulled out from Arin’s ass, and a white gooey cum flowed out. My dick must have liked my performance as well, it’s still standing, the ovation Ryujin told me.
Shing!
The paper lit up, and the third mission was done. At the same time, Yujin, Jiheon, and Arin fell. Their legs are weak, but I can still see the hunger on Yujin and Jiheon since all I do with them is put my thumb inside their anus.
“Wooo~” Ryujin is still clapping.
“Keep clapping, or I’ll clap your pussy next.” I joked to her, I want her to stop.
“WOOOOOO! WOOOOO!” Ryujin’s clapping intensified. It worsened. “I can’t wait for the master's dick to savage my pussy~ Rest up, master~” She added. Right, time to rest for mission number four.
“Yeah,” I sat down on the beach beside the exhausted girls.
“Uhhohhh…” Arin obviously can’t move, and Ryujin laughs at her.
“Arin-ah, you should’ve shared the master with them if you can’t take it in your ass alone!” Ryuijn sat down as well, poking Arin’s ass.
“Wher— uhmp! Wer da wel is dwat genwi? (Where the hell is that genie?).” I questioned the genie’s absence, but Yujin and Jiheon crawled beside me and started taking turns kissing me.
“They’ll come back soon,” Ryujin replied, and started crawling once again while she was answering.
“Hey– hmmpp~” Ryujin joined them, taking her turn to kiss me as well.
It’s 30 minutes full of mouth clashing, smooches, and tongue fighting.
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“AHhhh! M-Master~ Yes! It’s so deep!” Yujin moans as she rides me, moving her hips on her own will.
“UHGHHH! Yes~ as I thought while I watched earlier! Master’s good at eating pussy!” Ryujin rides my face, forcing me to lap her oozing juices.
“Yes~ Master! Push those fingers! Knuckle deep!” Jiheon used my hand to pleasure herself, fingering her deep and stimulating her own G-spot.
“Hmmhmm taste good~” Arin’s doing the less animalistic work, sucking my fingers like a damn toddler.
“UHHHMMPPP!” I’m dying, I don’t have control over my body, they did.
“AHHHH! Jiheon! His dick’s pulsating. You should get it!” Yujin yelled, it’s like something’s urgent.
“Switch,” Jiheon responds.
“hMMPmp!” Yujin grabbed my hands in an instant and put them inside her drowned cave.
“Uoiighhh! Master’s fingers are so good!” She suddenly put me in an armbar while three of my fingers were inside her. This girl’s been doing mixed martial arts since morning!
“HHMMPPP!” I’m close. Jiheon’s a cowgirl, and I’m her pet.
“AHHHUOGH! So warm~ Master~” She stopped riding to feel my cum flow inside her. I can’t stop cumming since her grip kept tightening.
Jiheon dropped down beside me, exhausted. My cum is sipping out of her; it’s thick and sticky.
“Ughhghh!” Arin took my dick into her in an instant. It’s the same tightness, same warmness, but different pacing. Arin basically lets her ass down on every thrust, causing a loud smacking sound.
“Uhouuhhh~ M-master! Pussy punch!” Ryujin, this girl!
“UHHHH!” A different smacking sound echoes from my face. I’m getting beaten up, once again.
“Whooo! Ryujin-ah, uppercut!” Yujin
Huh? What uppercu—
“UOOGGH!” Ryujin lifted her crotch and slammed it into my chin and pushed it up, her wet pussy scraping my lips in the process.
“Ughh! Feel good, master!” Ryujin kept rocking her hips. I feel something weird, am I hallucinating? Yes, definitely, I am, there's no way I can see my health bar red.
“Master!” Ryujin just squirts right to my face, the second time of the day. They keep splashing their water on me. Is it because I haven't taken a bath yet?
“Ughhugh! Cum for me, master~” Arin tightened her insides, gripping my cock, milking it.
“Ugbhwa cumwing!” I yelled through Ryujin's pussy, and I shot my cum deep inside Arin's sacred womb.
“HMMMNG! Master’s loading me up!” Arin stuck her tongue out and threw her head back; her eyes rolled back as well.
Two down, Ryujin and Yujin left. The two who started this whole absurd mission in the morning are also the two who’ll finish this up.
“Uhhmm~ Master, knock my womb too~ UHGOOOHH!” Yujin put my dick back into her wet cunt and fucked herself in content. I can feel my dick head poking the depths of her walls.
“UhmHNMm~ dwis wis not a mwiswion! They jwas uswing mwe!” Bubbly words coming out from my mouth, which are muffled by Ryujin’s bubble cunt. I just said that this is not a mission anymore; they’re just simply using me for their own pleasure.
“Uhuog—” Yujin and Ryujin suddenly stopped moaning, and a quick earthquake shook the whole island, no, the whole jar. The wind blew like a storm, and a thunderclap roared from the sky.
“Whawt thwa — AHHHwh!” The bird scared me.
Twit. Twit.
“Huh?” Ryujin snapped.
“Huh?” Yujin as well.
“Hwa?” I joined their huh’s, but mine were muffled by Ryujin’s pussy.
The impending disaster suddenly stopped in the way it had suddenly appeared. The land stopped shaking, the wind blew normally, and the thunderclap vanished.
“Hmm~ Master, you came a lot.” Yujin pulled up, unplugging my dick from her. The thick white substance pooled out of her. Right, I cum when that bird speaks, I cum in shock. Oh my cum.
“Hhng~ Master, it’s my turn now~” Ryujin’s cunt finally left my face. I inhaled the taste of fresh air, finally.
“Uoooghhh~ Master’s hitting me deep.” Ryujin put my dick with ease into her soaked pussy. She’s probably the tightest of them all; it’s incredibly gripping my shaft. Its walls are moving on their own.
“Uoooghh! Ryujin! Take this– cervix punch!” I lifted my hips, with all the energy I had left, thrusting at her suddenly. My dick invaded her cervix in an instant.
“UOOGHHH!” She rocked her head like a rag doll, with her tongue stuck out. She kept playing with me since morning with her martial arts stuff. Now, I’ll use my vaginal arts to play with her.
“UHhGH~ Yes! Master! Cum!” Ryujin pleads.
“Uhhhghhhh!” I cum, too fast; I’m exhausted already. I can’t play long enough with her; I can’t keep up with these girls.
“AHHHHHH~” For the first time, I cum inside one of them, directly into her womb. Do these girls even get pregnant? I doubt it; they’re not humans. It’s safe.
Shing!
“Haaa~ finally, the fourth mission’s over.” I looked over the glowing piece of paper beside us. When the fuck did this paper get in here?
“M-m-master~” Ryujin plopped in front of me, her head dropped below my chin. She’s panting and still throbbing.
I looked around me and found them resting. All with their slits pooling with my cum, sipping out of them. I had to admit it, I love them.
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Clap! Clap! Clap!
“Congratulations! Hyo~” I heard a familiar voice, it’s the genie!
“H-huh?” Someone’s walking over, is it her? The genie?
“Holy… shit…” I muttered, she looks gorgeous as hell.
“Unnie…” Ryujin looked at her, still with her head on my chest.
“Good job, girls hyo~.” She is still clapping.
“What the hell? You’re beautiful, I admit that. But, your laugh doesn't match everything with you!” I mock her laugh, since it’s odd.
“You don’t need to know why hyo-hyo~” She just laughed at me.
“What?” It’s annoying to be honest, plus her attitude kinda changed. I don’t like it.
“Anyway, here’s the sixth mission, hyo~” She approached me. I gently pushed Ryujin out of the way and pulled my dick off her. I stood up and came face-to-face with her.
“Here hyo~” She handed me a piece of paper, it’s the same paper where my missions are listed.
“Are you sure about this?” I read it, and it’s kinda easy.
“Yes hy—- AUGHHHH~ Too rough~ hyo-hyo~” Right in the instant she answered yes, I lifted her right leg and inserted my dick into her. I invade her unlubricated walls with my slippery rod.
The final mission, make her cum.
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“Uhogghh! You’re exceptionally tight! So, you chose a mission you can control, hmm,” I pound her non-stop while standing.
“Hmm~ Y-yes! Drill me, boy, until your hips give up! Hyo-hyo-hyo~” She wrapped her arms around my neck to support her body.
“Uhh! You! Cheating! Genie!” I grunt on every thrust.
“Yes! Just! Like! That!” She mocks me; she doesn't even call me master anymore. Something is wrong, I can feel it.
“UGhhg! Ughh! You're a cheat–!” I pound and pound until I’m near my climax.
“Cum! Cum in me! Hmmmm~” She sealed my lips with her mouth.
“Hmmhhwaah!” I grunt through her mouth as I spill my cum inside her.
“HMMM! Yes, just like that, cum until you can’t cum anymore…” She purred right into my face.
My legs weakened, and I dropped on my knees, but it’s way too far from over. I shouldn’t give up, I’m already on my last mission. The sun’s also setting down, my enemies are here, the time, and my limited endurance.
“No… I won’t give up!” I roared.
“Whoa, master’s cool~” The girls are still recovering, but they already have the power to cheer for me. Thank you, girls, I appreciate those clapping hands, after I clapped those ass cheeks.
“What are you gonna do?” She looked down on me, my cum flowing out of her slit as she stood in front of me with her hands on her waist.
“I learned a lot… Now take this! G-spotifier!” I swiftly put two fingers on her cunt, in an uppercut motion. A new move that I just added to my vaginal arts! I learned a lot from Ryujin.
“AAAHHH!” The genie’s shock, it worked! I can feel her body tremble.
“I’m not finished yet! Step two, G-spotenderizer!” The moment my fingers found her G-spot, I knocked it with full force, at an incredible speed. “Fuck! My finger’s having cramps– no, I should not stop!” I can see the victory in front of me.
“You! You can’t make me cum!” She used her thighs to grip my arm.
“Yujin’s much stronger than your thighs!” Her thigh grip is much weaker than Yujin’s, so I can win.
“No!” She’s losing composure, just what I wanted.
“Then, sorry but! I’ll use another move! Or-clit-stral Suite No.3 Air on G-String by Bach!” I dove my face inside her pussy and used my tongue to stimulate her clit while my fingers kept knocking her spot.
“Master~” The girls crawl their way to us.
“Help me, girls! Make her cum!” I ordered, I hope they’ll choose me instead of their unnie.
“AHHH~ they won’t help you— AHHHHKK! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!??” Yujin just pinched the genie’s nipples.
“Unnie, we’re sorry, but we worship her now,” Jiheon said while she hugged me from behind.
“HOW DARE YOU!? DID YOU OVERWRITE THE SYSTEM!?” The genie is just throwing words I don’t even understand. What system? I don’t know anymore. All I care about is how I can make her cum.
“We worship cock now, unnie~” Ryujin’s words make it clear, they want cock, they want my cock!
“Youu– AHHHHH!” The genie began to pulsate.
Our movements, our filthy doing, resemble a Renaissance painting. I’m suffering in pleasure, while the genie’s stopping herself from that suffering. We moved so fluently, like fresh cum sperm swimming inside a urethra.
“I! Beet-my-meet! Introducing this new piece! The great gate of Genie! Open that damn gate, cum!” We’re actually doing sixsome now, a perfect orchestra! We’re a sextet now!
“Nooooo! NO!” She’s losing control, I can feel it!
“UGHOOHH!” I stood up and plunged my dick into her once again. I thrust non-stop, hurrying up to make her cum since my time’s running out. Then suddenly—
“WUAOOHH!” An earthquake occurred, the wind blew strongly, and thunder roared to the sky. The same thing happened earlier, which once again terrified me.
“W-what the hell’s happening?” I’m confused and scared at the same time. The girls looked confused as well.
“No… no– AWW!” The genie screamed in pain, the fucking bird pecked her head. “WHAT THE FUCK!? STOP IT, YOU FUCKING BIRD! AHHHHHUOGH!” While she’s busy with the bird, my bird will do its thing.
“AUUHHHGHHH! NOOOOO!” Then the genie erupted after I endlessly fucking her cunt. She cum.
Shing! The final mission is finished!
“You fool.” The bird speaks.
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“WHAT THE FUCCKKKKK!???” What the fuck’s happening? The bird just spoke, this ain’t normal, yes, fuck! Nothing’s normal in this space. But still, the bird speaks! It’s insane, thankfully, my bird only spits.
“You fucking—” The genie’s mad, still twitching from her latest release. She’s defeated.
“My last wish is— bring back my body! You fucker! I grant your wish to exchange my soul with you, and you dare to seal me in this bird! How insolent!”
The bird kept speaking, it’s insane. But, a wish? Seal? What the hell’s happening? And more importantly, I can’t pull my dick off her, it’s stuck!
“I’m already happy since I thought I could finally live as a human, and yet! You dare to seal me!!? You’ll pay for this!” The bird added.
“I-I thought you’ll wish to get it b-back! hyo!” The genie shouts back, her pussy grips tighter. It’s impossible to pull out.
“Ahh– my dick’s stuck– hey!” I can’t pull it out, even if I use all the strength left in me. I can’t even ask for the girl’s help since they were unconsciously staring into the void.
“I have no intention to wish it back fucker! since every genie wants to be free! Who fucking likes to get back! If we are a thousand years imprisoned in that chamber—” The bird’s mad.
“Pissing pot?” Am I correct?
“NO!” They answered simultaneously, and another thunderclap roared.
“Shit, sorry… fuck, how do I pull it out?” I shift my focus back to my stuck dick clamped in the genie’s pussy.
“Again! I have no intention to wish my body back, but you fucking dare to seal me!? Grant my wish! Bring back my body, you fucking beautiful impostor genie!” The bird kept yapping. I just lost my intention to cook it, I don’t want to eat something that speaks the same language as me.
“Is beauty necessary?” I’m more curious about that part rather than the tightening grip on my already stuck dick.
“Yes! Of course, that’s my fucking body!”
“Noooo! I now have the power hyo!!! All I have to do is imprison this entity for my stead! And I’ll be free with my powers intact!!!” She looks so mad, but is blushing since she noticed my dick stuck on her.
“WHHHOOOOAA? What the? HEY! LET ME GO! WHAAA—” The impostor-genie suddenly floats, what’s worse is my dick still inside her. We floated together, in a very unexpected way, as I clung to her with my dick.
“SHIT! AHHHH! H-huh? I’m… sleepy…” My dick, it’s slipping out! No, I’m already feet away from the ground! I’ll die if I fall like this! But, I wanna sleep.
The bird turned into the genie, and the genie I had my dick stuck turned into another… girl?
“So, this is the hyo-hyo genie’s real face,” I muttered.
“Yes, it’s an imposter, her name’s Jihyo. And I’m the real genie. My name’s Suzy.” The bird-turned-girl responded.
“Jihyo… hyo-hyo~?”
Fuck, it’s fucking chaotic, my head can’t take it. I don’t want any more of this absurdity.
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Since my consciousness suddenly drifts. I looked below me, and the girls also had their headaches.
“Girls…” Jiheon, Arin, Yujin, and Ryujin glow, their starting to drift into dust.
That’s the last thing I remember before I finally lost my consciousness and fell asleep,
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“Thank you for fulfilling your ancestor’s duty and serving me. I, the great genie of the two valleys, set you and your bloodline free.”
“Two val– I thought it’s genie-dul? Sounds like genital.”
“W-w-what!? That fucker! N-no, it's the great genie of the two valleys.”
“Okay… is that why we keep a lot of heirloom pissin' stuff since my ancestors served you?”
“Yes… AND IT’S NOT A PISSING STUFF!”
“You have the same attitude as that impostor.”
“Please don’t. Human, once again, thank you.”
*****
“AHHH! I’M FALLING! MY DIC— huh?? I’m home?” I woke up in my bed. Sweating badly.
“I see… Is it a dream? What a fucked up dream, no, it’s a nightmare…” I took my time to analyze everything. I’m definitely in my room.
“T-then!” I stood up and looked for that thing, but the jar’s gone.
“A dream… a fucking nightmare…”
The next day, I went back to work and, surprisingly, time did not pass as I expected. It's just a night in the real world. All that pussy eating, ass fucking, and throat hitting— all of it was just a dream.
“Damn, I miss Ryujin. I miss Yujin. I miss Arin. I miss Jiheon. I miss them all!” I was walking home when I saw a vending machine. I would like a drink, but my wallet said no. I’m penniless.
“Fuck this life.” I walked away, kicking stones on my way, and eventually my wallet dropped past me.
“Excuse me, you dropped this.”
I know that voice, it’s the voice from that fucked up dream.
I turned around, and a beautiful lady was smiling at me. She had her hand out with my wallet. It’s Suzy, the genie.
“T-thanks.” I grabbed my wallet and turned around. There’s no way, right? She just looks like her—
“Huh? My wallet’s full. Wait a minute.” I turned back at her, still smiling.
“S-Suzy?” Is it really her?
“Yes?” She responds, it’s her. The genie, the one in my dream. Then everything’s real! It really happened, it’s no dream.
“T-Then everything’s real!?”
“Yes, everything.” She nods.
“H-how did you get out?” I must know if she’s here to take revenge on me, even though I didn’t do anything wrong besides planning to eat her when she was still sealed as a bird.
“That Jihyo, the impostor, receives the heaviest penalty for all of her crimes, she was imprisoned inside the jar, replacing me, and now she’s on the lookout for another bloodline to screw. You know, the deities can’t kill someone, and she’s human after all, who wished for power. Unluckily for her, now she had it, but was imprisoned.
“But the jar’s gone! It’s not in my house anymore! I can’t find it.” Right, I tried looking for it the first thing in the morning when I woke up.
“The deities took it, since you already served your purpose and a free man,” She responds. It matches the voices in my head before I gain consciousness.
“T-then what happened to Yujin, Arin, Jiheon, and Ryujin? Are they safe? Please tell me they are.” I’ve grown attached to them, even though they kept beating me up.
“Their souls have been ascended to heaven; that impostor kept their souls inside the jar for fun. Ruthless.” She’s irritated by how that imposter took other souls to trap inside with her.
“I see… so there’s no chance for me to meet them again.” It’s actually sad, I’ll miss them. We had fun, and we had very memorable moments. I hope their souls won’t run into something ruthless anymore. They deserve to be free. Thank you, Ryujin, Yujin, Arin, and Jiheon, for the memories, for the pussies, and for the fucks.
“Right, how sad. But hey, you said you want a vacation, right? Fine then. I’ll grant you one lust wish.” She nods, convinced by how things went.
“L-lust wish?” Did I hear it right?
“Yes.” She answered calmly.
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“Then, I want to Tit-opia… with! unlimited pass. I learned from my mistakes, I want to go in and out of there.”
“W-what? Tit-opia?? You mean Ethiopia? Ethiopian country?”
“No, Tit-opia. Just! Snap it.” I know she knew what I meant.
“Okay, fine.” She snapped her fingers.
Snap!
*****
“Master, whose milk do you want?” They ask me. Well, I never mind whose milk I’ll get.
“Interesting. Thank you, Karina, Yel, Eunbi, and Chaeyeon.” I’m really ready for this vacation.
In an oversaturated industry like K-pop, the most effective years in an idol career were between 1st and 4th years. After that, mostly, it would be a steady decline and the new idols would replace the older ones. Jiheon knew that so she had planned it out.
After working hard for years as an idol under Fromis_9, Jiheon had saved a certain amount of wealth. She planned to invest in properties and probably would retire after her contract was over. She was still young when that happened, energetic to do many things.
Well, she met an agent. He had a way with his talk. Sweet and seemed professional. But, the most shocking one was the fact that he was a swindler.
Due to her inexperience, Jiheon was scammed. The agent took her money and escaped. To make it worse, she went all out with the investment.
Her label was helping her with the case but, as she requested, they hid the fact that Jiheon got scammed from the public.
The investigation was underway. But, Jiheon was pessimistic, thinking the culprit wouldn’t get caught.
Still, there was a more pressing matter. Jiheon was short on money. She almost used everything she had, even her parents' money, a big sum of money. After knowing she got scammed, her father got sick. It grieved her so badly.
Jiheon was also too prideful to ask her friends for help. Meanwhile, there was no solo job for her and her group comeback was still far away.
When the matter gave her a meltdown, a random staff from her label approached her and told Jiheon about a dark web show that gave a tremendous amount of money and recommended her to make an appearance.
Interested, Jiheon demanded more information about the show from that staff. He didn’t hide anything and told Jiheon about how lewd the show was.
Jiheon was contemplating. She felt responsible for putting her family in a hard situation. Weighted by it, Jiheon decided to appear in the show.
After that, it was the same old shit. Signing NDA and after going through secrecy, she arrived at the filming location.
A small studio with a fake chimney and a big Christmas tree. The set looked like a small room, European style, owned by a single man who celebrated Christmas alone. There was also a bed and a single-seat couch. The room looked warm if Jiheon didn’t know she was about to shoot something lewd in that place.
Jiheon noticed the filming crew was all black men and their big frames gave her immense pressure.
Then, she met Kinko, the solo MC for the show, another black man who looked so happy to see her. He welcomed Jiheon with a big hug. At that moment, she felt her ass was groped, his hug was too tight, and his face was too close.
Even before the show started filming, she was already sexually harassed. But, Jiheon didn’t complain and gave him her signature smile, a sign of her professionalism.
They talked a bit to break the ice. Jiheon was surprised that their topic of conversation was just like a common folk. Jiheon was young but Kinko could follow her when she talked about the trend among her peers. He said that he had guests from her line of work and Jiheon didn’t want to know a name from him.
After a while, after everything was set and Jiheon’s makeup had been retouched, the filming officially began. They stood at the center and did an opening together.
“WELCOME FOLKS, I’M KINKO,” his Korean was flawless.
“AND I’M JIHEON,” even in that kind of show, she gave her best and did it cutely.
“WE ARE BACK IN... SECRET SANTAS!” just like the briefing, they shouted the title of the game together.
Kinko’s show was basically nameless and always pseudo-named by the name of the game that would be played each episode.
“Jiheon-ssi.”
“Yes?”
“Perhaps do you know Secret Santas?”
“No. But, can you enlighten me?”
“Of course. So, basically, there are three Santas that want to give you their presents and you will blindly guess them among five Santas that will be visiting us. There will be three rounds and if you can guess the three Santas in the first round, you win right away.”
“Wow,” she was genuinely surprised. “3/5 chance. That’s pretty big. Are you sure it’s okay?” Her eyes changed. Jiheon became a lot more confident.
“I see you are happy. You see when I announce you as my guest, my viewers are happy too.” Kinko pointed at a big monitor behind the writer who sat at the front among the crew. It displayed live comments from the viewers.
“Finally, Jiheon-ie. I hope she reads this comment. Jiheon-ie, suck my dick!”
“I can't wait for her to be so violated.”
“That smile will fade when she takes Kinko’s dick.”
“That sleeveless makes her look so feminine. My Jiheon is an adult now.”
Jiheon felt nauseous reading those comments that were full of degrading.Yet, she kept her smile, keenly hiding her hurt feelings.
“Alright, we’ll get into the game and further into the rule. But, before that, let’s welcome, our Santas!”
Five tall black men in Santa costume entered the studio. They hopped cheerfully as they headed to the center. Despite their scary look and big posture, they tried to act childish. It gave Jiheon a shiver. The live viewers were enjoying the comedic act and also Jiheon’s shocking expression.
They lined up in front of Jiheon and introduced themself as Santa #1, #2, #3, #4, and #5.
“Meet your Santas, Jiheon-ssi.”
“A-annyonghaseyo.”
“Annyonghaseyo.”
They grinned, showing their white clean teeth at Jiheon and she waved at them awkwardly.
“What now?”
“Let me explain the full rule of the game. But, before that,” Kinko clapped twice.
As soon as they heard Kinko’s signal, the five black Santas stripped. They dropped the costume and appeared totally naked before Jiheon.
By reflex, Jiheon avoided looking at their bodies. Not only did she think black men were quite scary, Jiheon was also not used to seeing men naked.
“Oh, come on, Jiheon-ie, they are your Santas. You will play with them.”
Not because of Kinko, Jiheon looked at them because she thought she was being rude toward the Santas. She didn’t think herself superior to them since they were all working together. Still, those muscles and black weenies that hanging between their legs were scary.
Why are they naked? Finally, she was thinking.
“Let me explain. Secret Santa. You will need to find three Santas from the five by guessing from their dicks.”
“Huh? W-what?”
“We will choose the three Santas randomly. You will be blindfolded during the whole game.
“First round, you will guess using your mouth. If you fail, we’ll strip your bottom and move to the second round.
“Second round, you will guess using your vagina. You will be penetrated and take a guess. If you fail, we’ll strip your top and move to the third and final round.
“At the third round, you will be tied to the bed. The Santas will touch you with their dicks one by one. Then, you take a guess.
“Each Santa has 90 seconds each round. And, if you still fail, you will end up punished by these Santas.”
Kinko explained further about the rules and how the game would run. Jiheon didn’t want to miss a thing. There were some questionable aspects of the game. Since she had signed a document that made her unable to quit in the middle of the filming, she couldn’t do anything.
“Before we begin, I will give you three minutes to observe these dicks for the last time... STARTING NOW!”
“H-hey!! That’s...” The more Kinko explained the game, the more Jiheon felt cornered. She politely waited for Kinko to finish with his explanation and asked him to soften the rule for her. As she was now, Jiheon still couldn’t digest the fact that she needed to suck and penetrated for just the game and not even the punishment. In short, it was far worse than she was told or imagined.
Kinko didn’t bother her and kept the count on. Jiheon had wasted a quarter of the minutes she was provided with.
Feeling cornered, Jiheon jumped in front of the Santas. Standing on her knees, she scanned their dick one by one intensely.
Due to her cute face, those Santas thought she was a kid, even though she was now 20th years old. The more they looked at her, the cuter she became even without that smile of hers.
Jiheon scanned every corner of their dick. Twisting her head here and there. Comparing the size, how it bent forward, and many more aspects she could think of from up close. Seeing how close and how intense her stare was, made the more aroused the Santas became. She even creatively used her mouth to measure the diameter of their dicks, as if she was ready to suck them.
Their dicks were twitching every time Jiheon passed. It felt like any of them could grab Jiheon’s head and rape her mouth at that moment.
“Times up! And now... Blind up!” by Kinko’s signal, two staff came and blindfolded her.
“Oh, wait! One minute. Give me one more minute,” as the game was about to begin, Jiheon trembled, scared.
“With this...” he sounded majestic, “the game begins!”
A total black. Jiheon couldn’t see anything. She felt people moving around. Especially those five Santas, they were surrounding her. Jiheon thought it would look like a porn thumbnail where she was surrounded by five black men.
“The Santas had been decided. Jiheon-ssi, you need to find Santa #2, #4, and #5!
“Now, the first Santa please. Jiheon-ssi, you have 90 seconds.”
Jiheon felt someone was in front of him. She tried to touch him, hands on his legs.
“No touching,” Kinko said. Suddenly, a hand touched Jiheon’s jaw, it led her toward the dick.
“Ah!” Jiheon felt a blunt thing poke her chin. She used her cheek to feel. No denying, it was the dick. Using her nose, Jiheon tried to calculate the length. She had tried to use her nose before the game started but now she wasn’t sure.
How about the diameter? Jiheon thought, a little bit frustrated. She opened her mouth and tried to touch the glans. It poked her nose instead. After a brief calibration, she was able to touch the glans with her lips. Her mouth opened a bit small for it and she widened it until it could fit the size of the glans.
Jiheon shuddered at the fact that she had a full-grown dick at the tip of her mouth. She stayed for a while, measuring the diameter. It felt disgusting but she was dedicated enough.
Suddenly, Jiheon felt a movement from his hip. A sneaky thrust. Incoming. That Santa was trying to feed her his dick.
“Uhk!” Jiheon pulled back, avoiding the forceful blowjob.
“45 seconds left.”
It was a crisis. Jiheon wasn’t sure about the measurement. Relying on something that depended on visuals while she was blindfolded was a suicide.
In that pressuring situation, Jiheon thought of an alternative way. Even if she couldn’t measure accurately, she could depend on the comparison. Jiheon knew the order from the biggest dick to the leanest.
And if she couldn’t measure it visually...
“Huff!” boldly, desperately, Jiheon plugged the dick inside her mouth, holding the nausea. Going all out, Jiheon gave a deepthroat.
By holding it tight inside her mouth, Jiheon started measuring it.
The scent? None. It’s one among those three who I think cleaned their dicks. Size? Is it big? It’s still can move around inside my mouth. No, all of them have big dicks. Need to compare with the others. Length? It reached only to the entrance of my throat—a bit deeper. H-hey! Stop moving your dick! I’m not giving you a blowjob!
Jiheon couldn’t stop the Santa from banging her mouth. She ignored it and tried to concentrate because she thought this method was working.
“Time’s up!”
As soon as she heard that, Jiheon pulled out. Her mouth was a bit sore just after the first Santa. She kept imagining the size she measured with her mouth, trying not to forget it.
“Second Santa! 90 seconds!”
A hand led Jiheon to meet the second dick. Jiheon was less shy and slipped the dick into her mouth right away.
Ugh! Fat! Long! And foul!
Jiheon felt she was about to throw up due to the smell.
No doubt! It’s Santa #3!
She didn’t even need to give it a deep measurement. Jiheon knew the identity just by the smell. Still, Santa #3 had the biggest dick from how she looked at it previously.
“Next,” since she was confident, Jiheon didn’t want to waste more time leaving his smelly dick in her mouth and a chance for him to slyly force her to give him a blow.
“Are you sure? You still have a lot of time.”
“I’m sure.”
“Okay then. Third Santa!”
Jiheon felt the person in front of her changed. She was ready for the next dick. Seemed like she already adapted, even though she didn’t like it.
Fresh new dick. Jiheon’s mouth flew toward it. Touched the labia. Gently plugged it into her mouth without the assistance of her hands. And then...
Huh? Jiheon was confused. Huh?! HUH! HUUHH!!!
Throwing her calculation in disarray, the dick was fatter and longer than the previous one which she believed was the biggest dick among the Santas.
Wait, wait, wait, wait! Unlike the previous attempt, even though the smell was bad too, she didn’t have the luxury to reject it. It can’t be!
Getting frustrated, Jiheon gave it a deepthroat and it reached almost half of her throat. It’s longer! Whose dick is it?
Jiheon moved her head back and forward slowly, not as a blowjob, but as additional measurement—still looked hot in the camera. Yet, she still couldn’t solve the mystery.
“Times up!”
The time ended faster than she expected.
“Huh! W-wait! Wait!” Jiheon talked with a dick in her mouth. When the Santa tried to pull his dick, Jiheon desperately latched, trying to measure his dick with her mouth one last time desperately. She gave up her dignity and dived her face into his crotch, deepthroating and bushes blocked her nose.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! She was confused. Whose was it? Santa #5 has the second biggest dick after #3. Did I measure it wrong? Is the second dick belong to Santa #5?
While Jiheon was drowning in her thinking, the fourth dick was ready and shoved into her mouth.
“Uhm!!” Jiheon wasn’t ready but she didn’t reject it. Lean, clean shaved... Santa #1! This time she had it easy. The clean shave is a given. It didn’t take long for her to guess.
Jiheon stopped and wanted to move to the last dick. Since she had figured 2 of 5 dicks, she could make a comparison. Jiheon had good observational skills and she easily figured the last dick belong to Santa #4.
1st: Santa #2; 4th: Santa #1; and 5th: Santa #4... Fuck. I can’t figure out the 2nd and 3rd! If only I could guess which one is Santa #5, I win.
But, still... It’s ½ chance now.
Jiheon was still optimistic she could win the game.
“Alright! That’s for the first round. Now, Jiheon-ssi, please tell me who are your Santas!”
“The first, the fifth, and...” Jiheon was still contemplating about the second and the third dick. But, she eventually made a bet. “... the third one!”
“TTAENG!”
“What? Fuck!” Jiheon was frustrated.
“Unfortunately, you fail. As a punishment, we strip your skirt and panties.”
“W-wait!” Jiheon felt multiple hands groped her. Some were trying to take off her skirt while some of just having fun touching her. “Uh~” she felt fingers slipping into her underwear. It felt creepy as her underwear was pulled. Jiheon tremble when her butt cheeks touched the cold air of the studio, the evidence that she was bottomless.
Shyly, Jiheon crossed her legs, trying to hide her crotch.
“Alright, before the second round starts, we give you another five minutes to look at your Santas’ dicks. This time, you are allowed to use your bottom but penetration isn’t allowed. Now, you can take off your blindfold for a moment.”
Jiheon didn’t waste time and checked the Santas. Those five black men were lining up again in the same order since the last time she saw them.
Five minutes was ticking. Jiheon scanned those dicks thoroughly. But, because of the first round, Jiheon didn’t really trust her observational skills anymore. She doubted her eyes now and tried something else.
“Can I put their dicks in my mouth?” hearing Jiheon offering herself to suck their dicks made the Santas aroused. Unfortunately, Kinko didn’t allow that.
“For the observation? No. You can only use your eyes, nose, and part of your bottom.”
Jiheon couldn’t believe she felt frustrated for not being able to suck dicks. Thus, she desperately tried another method. Since the second round she would be in a doggy position, Jiheon rubbed her butt on each of Santa’s crotch, trying to memorize the sensation, especially when their bushes touched her cheeks.
Seeing her taking the lead was another arousing moment. Jiheon’s face was bright red while she was doing it.
“Alright, enough! Let’s begin the second round!”
And finally, the second round started. Jiheon was invested in the game to the point that she blindfolded and positioned herself in doggy on the floor.
Seemed like the targets were still the same (Santa #2, #4, & #5) but this time, she needed to guess it with her pussy.
“First Santa! 90 seconds! Begins!”
Jiheon thought, she would be in control just like in the first round but she was wrong.
In quick succession, the Santa grabbed her waist and shoved his dick instantly. “GGGAAAHHH!!” Jiheon was caught unprepared. “T-that’s hurt! Ahhh ahhh! Slow down! Slow down!”
The Santa ignored Jiheon and kept pounding her mercilessly. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Only the sound of her butt cheeks clapping and Jiheon’s cute grunts filled the studio.
“Ahhh~ Shibal!” The jolt that repeatedly hit her made Jiheon lose control. She was frustrated because not only she couldn’t think clearly due to the sensation, she couldn’t measure the dick because it slipped back and forward inside her pussy too fast.
It was still the first dick and she couldn’t make a comparison yet. There was a brief tickling sensation when her but hit the bush. From that, Jiheon could guess he wasn’t Santa #1.
In a flash, 90 seconds had passed. Jiheon was shaking. That Santa didn’t waste a single second and enjoying her pussy.
Smoothly, the Santa changed. A fresh dick for Jiheon.
“Uhm!” her reaction was milder. Smaller and clean-shaven. #1, she thought. “A-alright. Enough.”
But, she was ignored. Jiheon remembered that Kinko said that she would lose control of the game as she kept playing. Now, Jiheon couldn’t decide when to stop. The Santas could keep their 90 seconds playtime with Jiheon’s pussy.
“Ahhh ahhhh Uhhh!” Jiheon was holding the push. Somehow it was doable. The first dick was more dangerous.
Another 90 seconds had passed. Jiheon was already exhausted. Her hands were wobbly after holding powerful humps from two black men.
The third dick emerged and it made Jiheon crazy. “GGAAHHHHH!! AHHH! AHH!” It was the biggest yet. As it went deeper, her pussy kept stretching. “A-AAHHKKK AHHH!! AHHH!!”
A strong grip on her waist. She felt her belly burnt. Jiheon’s mind went blank. It was indeed big.
90 seconds passed slowly. Her bottom kept twitching as she was being ravaged. The pain was off the chart. Behind the blindfold, Jiheon was teary.
At last, the torture was ended. It was the next Santa’s turn. Never crossed her mind that she would be surprised for the second time.
“AAAHCKK!!” the first penetration was always painful. “OOHHH!! OHH!! OOUUUHHH!!”
Another big dick wrecked her young vagina. The question was, which was bigger? This or the last one? Jiheon felt it was urgent to make a comparison but she just couldn’t, not with how fast he pounded her.
“Slower! P-please!” she sounded defeated. Fortunately, this Santa was kind. He slowed his hump like Jiheon requested.
Yet, Jiheon couldn’t know whether it was bigger or not than the last one.
She thought maybe it was just like the previous round, a confusion between two big dicks. Yet, when the fifth dick penetrated, she reacted the same.
“KKKEEUUHHH!! AHHHH AHHH!” another comparable big dick. At that moment, she understood, she was incapable of judging the size if she was unable to adapt to it.
Sadly, she ended up unable to win the second round too as she could only find one Secret Santa. A worse result than the last round.
“TTAENG!”
Jiheon was so exhausted that she couldn’t react to her failure.
“Unfortunately, you fail. As a punishment, we strip your top.”
This time, Jiheon took the initiative and took off her top. Her action made everyone, including the live viewers, even more hornier.
Now, she was completely naked. Jiheon didn’t care anymore because she was on the brink of losing. Not only she couldn’t get the money, but she would also be punished.
She was given another five minutes to observe the Santas. This time, she was allowed to use her hands.
Taking off the blind, she approached the Santas. Surprisingly aggressive, she grabbed one of their dicks she thought the biggest among them and put it inside her pussy. She asked that Santa to pound her so she could adapt to it. Multi-tasking, she started touching and licking his body, trying to remember their features including smell.
After she remembered quite well the features of that Santa, she asked the other Santas to help her, begging her to touch and lick their bodies.
It was quite a sight. The game turned Jiheon into quite a whore. Five minutes passed but Kinko cheated and made it into seven without Jiheon knowing just because the picture was breathtaking.
“Alright. Get ready for the last round!”
More than tired, Jiheon looked soulless after practicing with the Santas. Now, her body remembered the sensation.
Without being asked, she went to the bed. The Santas followed and tied her limbs on the posts, making an X with her body. As the final touch, Kinko put the blindfold on her.
Now, she was ready for the final judgment.
“Third round! First Santa! 90 Second!” Kinko’s voice scared the hell out of Jiheon. It was her last chance.
The mysterious case in the first round still haunted her. Jiheon was unsure if she could guess it.
Little did she know that there was a sixth Santa, the ultimate secret Santa among them who joined the rounds unannouncedly.
In fact, Santa #5 didn’t join the first round and Santa #2 didn’t join the second round. The sixth Santa replaced them.
She would have won immediately if she could guess there was a Secret Santa among the Secret Santas. That was the secret rule for the episode.
So? Whose dick was it?
Jiheon’s inexperience was her downfall, just like when she was with the swindler thing. She wasn’t pragmatic enough and still too innocent for the world. She should have done a deep research before joining the show.
The dick...
...belonged to Kinko
And he was currently dropping his clothes and climbing the bed with a thirsty face. He looked at Jiheon’s naked body intensely. That moderate breasts looked delicious and her defenseless state made him feel so dominant.
Jiheon was waiting for him nervously. He hadn’t started yet. Jiheon felt he was wasting time and made her frustrated.
“What are you doing? Come on! I can’t waste time. Touch me, hurry.”
Making her begging was the goal and Kinko was satisfied with the result. The desperation in her voice was music in his ear.
Santa Kinko finally made his move. He touched Jiheon’s face, making her sucking his fingers.
Another confused face appeared on Jiheon’s face. The hand seemed unfamiliar.
Kinko kept touching, feeling her young smooth skin. His habit, his skin, his intensity, Jiheon couldn’t guess. It made her crazy and plunged her deeper into desperation.
“W-what are you waiting for? Put it in. Please, put your dick inside me?” Jiheon’s last bet was the measurement of her pussy. She had tasted the five Santas' dicks in turns and she more or less could remember the sensation—from the size, the way they push, and how they made sound, the aspect she didn’t bother to learn because she was too stressed by the pain last time.
Clock ticking and yet Kinko kept teasing her. He rubbed his dick on her belly, her thigh, her armpit, to her cleavage, and just ignored her pussy.
“Please... Please...” they could hear her crying a bit. Kinko felt so horny with how she begged.
And when Kinko’s glans finally kissed her labia, Jiheon thanked him. A massive weight crushed her. Kinko was hugging Jiheon with all her might.
The bed was shaking. Jiheon was holding on critically. Her face looked stiff as she was suffocated.
Jiheon didn’t protest but was grateful instead. Kinko’s entire body was on top of her and it gave her an abundance of clues. Yet, she never touched Kinko, not consciously. So, his body felt alien.
In the end, she couldn’t recognize who roughed her on the first one.
Next. The second Santa climbed, replacing Kinko. Just like him, he played around with Jiheon. She needed to beg again for his dick. It was extremely frustrating the way they were playing with her.
The second Santa took the advantage and made a bargain. He wanted Jiheon to call him daddy. Well, without wasting time, she started calling her that and the Second Santa rewarded her with his dick. Jiheon kept calling her daddy in between her dry groans.
It just became worse. The third Santa demanded Jiheon to kiss his armpit and the fourth one choked her neck.
And, the last one, the fifth Santa, demanded to use her virgin anus rather than pussy. He even sweetened the deal, saying that he would tell her one of her secret Santa.
Tempted by the sweet venom, Jiheon allowed him to play beyond the rule and put his dick into her ass instead.
What a dreadful mistake she made. Jiheon felt thorns grow inside her body and pricked every inch of her from inside. She believed her ass was bleeding down there when the fifth Santa roughed it up.
That anal play wasn’t smooth. His dick sometimes stuck due to how small her anus was. Needed to lubricate his dick with his saliva over and over.
Jiheon’s scream was all over the studio. It was the most hellish 90 seconds she ever experienced and that 90 seconds felt so eternal.
Yet, it eventually ended. The fifth Santa finally pulled his throbbing dick from her ass. Jiheon was halfway into oblivion. She drooled with her eyes wide open.
Then, a whisper came, “Here is your reward: I am Santa #3”
That whisper woke Jiheon. She felt people were untied her. The blindfold was removed and she could finally see those horny Santas once again.
Jiheon sat weakly. Seemed soulless.
“Well?” Kinko said. “What’s your answer? Seemed like you already know about Santa #3. Then, you only need to find the other one—those who were not your Santa.”
Jiheon grew even quieter. She was thinking.
Actually, she already knew her answer. Santa #1 was the easiest to recognize and she was the fourth one to fuck her on the bed. Then, it left the first, second, and third as the candidate. The problem was, she wasn’t sure. It was the same pattern as the previous round. Jiheon felt she was doomed.
Poor Jiheon. Cheated by Kinko. She was too inexperienced to think out of the box. Never figure out the possibility of the sixth Santa, Kinko.
The crew, the Santas, and Kinko himself already knew the result. Cameras were ready and the Santas were horny. The next words Jiheon spoke would be the beginning of an all-out porn.
“I-it’s...” As soon as she opened her mouth, they were drooling. “The first, the second, a-and the third...” Jiheon felt numb after she delivered her answer.
“TTAENG!!” that onomatopoeia was the final nail in her coffin. “Unfortunately. You lost the game, Jiheon-ssi. You can’t recognize your Santas. That makes you a bad kid and a bad kid needs to be punished.”
Cameramen stepped into the set. Five Santas were climbing the bed together. Jiheon was surrounded. Her lips were invaded. Tongue infiltrated. Breasts fondled and nipples bitten. A traumatic point of view. One fat dick penetrated her pussy and another into her ass. It was quite chaotic as those black men were too horny for her. Less and less of Jiheon left. At one point, she couldn’t feel anything. She didn’t know who and where they touched. Defiled and filled, over and over again. They laughed as they were satisfied. A big camera was shoved into her face, documenting her hell. Jiheon was a turkey in a thanksgiving, with her legs wide spread and people eating her. In her head, she kept calling her father and mother. The punishment, the orgy last longer than the actual show.
Can you believe that?! They asked me the same exact question for at least three times! Jeez.”
You laugh watching Jiyeon sulk. Your wife looks cuter when she is angy–intentional, she’s that cute.
It is three years into your marriage, and you have yet to have a child. It is supposedly by design, as the both of you have agreed to be childfree for the first five years. But, it seems like the talks from last night’s Christmas Eve have gotten under her skin.
“So like, do you actually want to have one or is it just you being annoyed?” you lean on the kitchen counter, watching her scramble some eggs.
“Well, I, uhm. It would be nice to have one that’s for sure,” hesitation in her voice. Albeit you’re facing her back, it is very apparent that she is blushing behind the stove top.
You chuckle at it.
“That can’t do. This is a very serious matter, Ji Suh-yeon. You can’t just say that about having a kid. Very, very serious this is,” your tone is threatening, though you mean it to be playful.
She can feel your hand enveloping her from behind. Your presence looming over her as she leans back. “Heh, scaryy~ is what you want me to say after hearing you say my full government name right?” she elbows you right on your liver–height difference can sometimes be an advantage.
You step back in pain. Lucky you that she didn’t choose your balls as the target of the attack, but still, several grunts are due. “I’m joking babe, damn.”
A smirk of victory is something rightful only to her, as you can see Jiyeon put up her hands on her hips in this pose of pride and satisfaction. What even is she proud about? Well, probably the fact that you’re on your knees right now.
That being said, the view from below and behind your wife makes it seem like you are the one victorious instead. It is her glorious toned legs and butt, which, once you indulge in it, is always a win in any scenario. Lost the fight but won the war, one might say.
“Anyway, I kinda understand it now, you know?”
Still in between grunts; “What?”
“Having children.”
You don’t answer. Let the silence marinate, the answer is best served ready and cooked.
“At first it was fun. Like, reaaally, genuinely exciting, to spend every single day with the love of my life doing whatever we want. Traveling, working, … fucking, heheh-
But after three years, I kinda feel like I’m satisfied, y’know? Like, I really enjoyed it, these past three years have been nothing but the best years of my life. Serious. And now, I think I’m ready … to have a kid …,
To be a mom.”
You get up slowly, cradling her from behind. “Jiyeon.”
“Hm?” she looks up. Those bright, sparkly, innocent eyes that you’ll never get tired of are looking at you with full anticipation.
“The egg is burnt honey…”
“Oh shit!”
~
Jiyeon is hot.
You can hardly think of anything else when she’s laid bare on the bed. Stomach inches away from your face.
Her belly is wet. The result of your affectionate munches–may or may not be caused from the burnt eggs incident, she is your breakfast for the day. You hang on her tits like it’s a pull up bar.
“Ah! Eheheheh! That tickles!” she coordinated her own hands on top of yours with the relentless squeeze on her cute tits.
Her laughter is cute, which really throws this whole situation off if you’re being honest. Any more of that will definitely replace your burning lust love with a strong urge to cuddle, and possibly with an addition of tickles. So you stop squeezing. She looks confused.
“Let’s just make us a child honey,” you get off of her to undress.
Doesn’t take long to be naked yourself, an effort to bring balance to the nakedness in the room. Jiyeon raises her head, smirking at you. Or is she smirking at your cock? You have no idea, not that you’d care either way.
You go back to the bed–jumping on her like a tiger pouncing its prey.
“Kyah!”
Her limbs are all loosely restrained under yours. Due to the nature of gravity–and the fact that you literally pounced on her–your erected cock is bouncing on and off between the two stomachs.
“...”
“...”
“HAHAHAHAH!” a rather vulgar laughter escapes your mouth, but she’s laughing harder.
“That was so funny!” she says, wiping tears from the corner of her eyes.
“Yeah, I did not expect it to ricochet like that,” you too are tearing up from the laughter.
“And like, the feel on my stomach,” she rubs hers in circling motion. “It’s like I’m being massaged by one of those massaging guns y’know. Pfft!”
“Haaah …”
“Heh.
Wanna continue?” she asks.
Of course you do. You lower your head. She closes her eyes. The soft sensation of her lips ignites the romance once more. It’s weird. You’ve kissed her countless times before. Being, well, your wife and all. But you never get tired of it. You never get tired of her taste, of her smell, of her.
You love Jiyeon.
Ah.
A string of drool connects the lips as you unlatch. Her eyes, pearly, pretty, are staring at you. An unspeakable bond is formed, or rather, strengthened. You give her one more quick smooch before reluctantly breaking eye contact. Looking down, she’s already squirming. Rubbing her inner thighs together, her legs fidget closer. Higher, too. she’s rubbing your balls with her inner thigh.
You move down. But not without planting a plethora of smooches all the way. It’s essential for you to taste her entire body before breaking into her most sacred–almost a ritual at this point. An appetizer is crucial in a five-course meal.
She still laughs amongst the moans elicited from the barrage of kisses, but you can feel the weight of expectancy from those. She wants you.
You spend a bit more time on her belly button than the others. You kiss it, lick it, suck it. Let her feel your-
Smack!
“Awch?”
In the middle of her panting breaths, she says; “Cmoon, don’t tease me any long-kyaah!”
In an abrupt motion you bring her legs up, simultaneously lifting her body from the chest down. You sit on your knees and plant her toes on the sides of her head. Putting an armlock around her hamstrings. You effectively folded your wife in this position, presenting her entire crotch right in front of your face. A revenge for the slap earlier.
“Hang on! Waitwaitwai-eEEK!”
You dive in. Who in their right mind wouldn’t? Your wife’s holes are displayed on a silver platter. Of course you’re eating her out.
I’ll eat(you) well.
Start slow. Kissing every area but her folds, including her puckered hole. Her hole is wet, that’s a given, but not so much around it. The objective is to spread everything evenly. The hidden objective is to torture her for the sake of it.
You lap her up like you would an ice cream. Licks, licks, licks, ooh, it’s her ass! Insert.
“Aghhhh!” her ass trembles when your tongue invades the tight hole.
You move your head up and down, stretching the rim with the repeated thrust of your tongue. Not the easiest thing to do, but her hole is very accommodating. A sign of complete trust.
“Ngghh! Fuck, FUCK! Stopstopstop-”
And so you stop.
“Huh? Why’d you stop?! I was close!” she hits your sides with her free hand.
Without any warning you release your right hand to stick your middle finger knuckle deep inside her ass. It silenced her immediately. You start rotating the finger inside, clockwise. Pretending to search her pleasure point–you already know where it is.
“There~” you say, shortly before she squirts uncontrollably.
You wait until her high is over, Jiyeon is quietly enjoying it.
Zero fucks were given as to where she sprays, as your face became the reservoir–not that you’d mind.
.
.
.
“Are you done?”
“Oh fuck you,” she says, weakly. Her voice barely above a whisper.
“Yeah that’s the main goal here,” you smooch her folds one last time before putting her back down. Must’ve been sore to cum in such a position. A good thing that she’s flexible–years of ballet came in clutch.
You let her rest, as you need one too for a cooldown. Though it doesn’t last long, as she calls you with “Breed me babe, c’mon!” as she’s tapping her own belly.
Well, if she insists, a good husband will oblige.
You approach her. Once again lifting her legs, you’re only half-folding her now, as you hoist her legs up onto your shoulders. You position yourself right below her, hips already sticking. You lean in, watching her sweaty, sweety face. Ah, what a beauty.
“You ready honey?”
She excitedly nods. “I said breed me. Daddy.”
You chuckle. She’s exactly how you would picture a girl getting a sweet treat. Only this time the treat is in the form of a male reproductive organ.
You hold your fully erect shaft, tapping it several times onto her entrance. She giggles. She really is weak to tickles.
You pull your hips back a little. She looks at you, and you look at her. Your tip is already sticking. Eye contact is never broken as you slowly move forward. She gasps, a moan is next. She’s looking at you deeper, somehow. As deep as you are within her warmth.
“Mmhh,” she’s biting her bottom lips, trying so hard to maintain eye contact.
You can relate to her struggles, as you are literally one with each other. It takes a huge willpower to not throw your head back and groan in satisfaction. The pleasure she offers is unbeatable, and you are pretty sure she feels exactly the same.
“Fuck,” you hold it at the deepest point. You lean into her, cradling her jaw to give her a kiss. She does the same, swiftly moving her legs to wrap around you.
“Ah,” a symphony of moaning escapes our lips once they leave each other.
Jiyeon briefly stares at you within that inch of a distance, before releasing her hold from your jaw to throw her hands up. Her armpit’s exposed, complete with a taunting smirk. Jiyeon is stretching her back, arching her flexible body. You are forced to back away, shifting your gaze onto her alluring body. Damn.
You hold her cherry firmly, which earns a chuckle or two, before rocking your hips back and forth. Purposely setting the rhythm slow to see her squirm beneath you. Another sight of her you wouldn’t ever get tired of.
You draw this out for as long as you can. Holding your own desire to completely break her. That’s because you know your wife well. You know that when she can hold it off no longer, it will be herself that’s asking to be broken.
It doesn’t take that long.
“Argh!” she reacts to your tip hitting her deepest point, for the umpteenth time. You never pull any further than about ¾ of your length, letting most of it rest inside. Turning it up and around, stirring her up–body and mind alike.
“Fuck - me - seriously -,” she suddenly grabs your forearm, looking at you with a begging eye. “Please.”
You rock your hips one last time then move the grasp on her breast towards her arching back. Leaning back down, technically hugging her hot–both figuratively and literally–body. You position your mouth right beside her ear to whisper to her. “At your service my queen.”
The room blends into nothing but screams of pleasure and delight once you start to fuck her in the way a beast would. She moans, you groan, the claps, you both bite each other.
Time stretches itself, you feel like you’ve been fucking her for an eternity. At the same time, it feels too short for it to be over as you start to feel that familiar knot in your groin.
“Grrh. Shit.”
She notices. She stops her bites on your neck, tapping your cheek. You understand the signal, lifting your head to stick your forehead onto each other.
“Fuck! Inside, put that baby in me!”
You can’t muster an answer anymore. In response, you pound harder. Her legs locking your back as strong as your pummeling gets until eventually you can no longer move. You thrust one last time, the deepest so far.
You both scream into each other's mouth as you shoot ropes and ropes of baby batter right into her baby factory.
Then silence. Time stops itself altogether. Your world shrinks until Jiyeon is the only one left. Her happy face. Her hot breaths. Her heaving chest. Her limbs, shackling you. Her clammy surface. Her warm, tight, and filled pussy. She is your entire world.
Your hug on her gets tighter. You nuzzle into her neck for a brief moment before lifting your head to look straight at her.
Weakly, you muster. “You’ve been nothing but submissive and breedable tonight babe, thank-”
The echo of a slap is heard throughout the room. Alerting each and every living being in the vicinity with the sole exception of you. You couldn’t even get the chance to see Jiyeon’s tomato face as your consciousness left you way sooner than anybody thought.
“Ah…, oops…”
“Did I seriously pass out like that? From a single slap?”
Jiyeon laughs in the shower. “Yep! So weak! Who would’ve known?”
You laugh in accordance, before flushing the toilet. “Can I join?”
You can hear the water stop. “Sure. No sex though-” she looks surprised when you enter the shower. Jiyeon faces you while looking down and rubbing her lower belly, treating it like the world’s greatest treasure–it is, she is. “I wanna…, feel it. Y’know?”
“Yeah. I know.”
~
Three weeks later. Jiyeon suddenly rushes in the work room, in the middle of your meeting with clients from overseas. You glance at her over the computer screen.
“Honey! I missed my period!” she shouts.
You gasp, along with several clients inside the screen. You try to not show your immense elation. That said, you cannot lie to yourself. A big grin is there for everyone to see. Some who catch it on screen express congratulations.
You go and hug your happy wife as soon as the meeting is over.
~
“What is it honey?”
“I don’t feel like finishing this, it just, I dunno, tastes weird…, urp!”
“Okay, it’s fine. I’ll just ask for a box. Are you not hungry though? You’ve barely eaten anything since morning,” you pull the kimchi fried rice out of her sight. It is her favorite meal, and she’s barely taken a spoon or two.
“Well, I’ll be lying if I say I don’t, but I really don’t feel like eating anything right now,” she frowns.
“-that being said, I do crave a nutella sandwich.”
“Ah, okay. That’s, yeah, we have those at home, let’s go back-”
“-with onions. Raw, uncooked, onions,” her mouth flashes a nasty grin. Must be the pregnancy cravings.
“O-okay…, we can stop by a market on the way home…”
~
Eight weeks later. Jiyeon goes to the bathroom in the middle of the night. She’s been going at it, back and forth, for at least five times in every hour.
You raise your head from the pillow as she comes back to the bed. She turns on the bedlight.
“Honey, I think my breasts swell, it’s been really sore for a few days now. Look,” she’s pulling her pajamas up. They’re indeed swelling up.
“Oooh, my steak too juicy, my lobster too buttery-”
“Not funny.”
“Sorry. Well, how do you feel about it?”
“I dunno…, it just feels weird. I feel, kinda bad, I guess? But not so much that it makes me…, huft, I dunno babe.”
You sit straight up to hug her, still topless. “Hey, I’m always here for you okay?”
She hugs back. You can feel her shoulders slack. “Thanks. Ah, gotta pee again-”
“Need help with that?”
She laughs. Standing up, she farts right in front of your face then sticks out her tongue. “Bweeeh~”
~
Jiyeon is getting bigger, literally. Her entire body is swelling up. She notices it herself in one morning before going to work.
“Babe?”
“Yea?” you stick your head out of the bathroom, toothbrush in mouth.
“I’m getting fat,” she shows you her belly. Her pants couldn’t even be zipped all the way up.
“...so?”
She frowns. Clearly unsatisfied with your response. “What do you mean ‘so’? I’m getting fat! Don’t you hate it?! Don’t you hate it when your wife is getting fat and ugly?!”
There are tears flowing through her cheeks. You take your toothbrush out of your mouth and approach her crying self. “What do you mean ugly?”
“...”
You step closer towards her. “You’re still Jiyeon. My wife. The love of my life. The girl I will ask out 10 times out of 10, no matter what conditions she’s in. You’re never ugly to my eyes honey, ever,” you open your arms.
Jiyeon jumps to it. Quietly sobbing on your chest as you pat her back.
~
It is right around the time for the first trimester to end. Your wife has been looking rough all throughout. You’ve been regularly taking her to Sins, a GP(General Practitioner), since the fifth week, they say this is the time for her symptoms to get worse–worst, even. As a good husband–and how every husband should–you’ve been patiently attending to her every need.
As she wakes up this morning, you’re already in the kitchen. A pregnant woman needs an adequate amount of nutrition to sustain both the body of the mother and the needs of the child. It’s a bit complicated on this front, since Jiyeon’s taste buds have been everything but normal. She’s barely eating anything but her cravings. According to her, all foods taste bland and weirdly metallic–except the food she craves. To tackle that, you’ve been cooking in small portions. Eating small but frequently really helps her to take in those much needed nutritions.
Today, the menu is baked salmon with mashed potato and stir fried asparagus. Jiyeon entered the kitchen looking beat up. She hasn’t had a good night sleep for some time now, bladder problems.
“Mornin’ babe,” she groggily says, almost missing the kitchen counter as she’s putting her arms down.
“Morning! Feeling good?”
“Nope,” she slumps. Her sighs audible through the counter.
“Wanna go out this week? We can go to the beach, been quite a while since last time,” you present her your cooking. Not the best, but you did what you could.
She raises her head to smile at you. “Thanks, but I’ll pass,” she lazily grabs a fork and takes a chunk out of the salmon, wincing once it enters her mouth. Though, she still finished her plate in the end.
You can only smile in response.
~
Jiyeon is well into three weeks of the second trimester. Her tummy is getting bigger. The baby bump is getting more and more apparent as time goes. Weirdly enough, she’s really, really energized for the past two weeks or so. Gone were the days of her in the gloomy, dark aura.
“Babe!”
“Yea?” you lift your head up from the computer screen. Jiyeon is sneaking into your side in the work room.
“Let’s go to the beach tomorrow!” it’s Friday. A weekend date would be a nice change of pace.
You smile earnestly in agreement. Also remembering what she said the day before when you’re consulting Sins the GP.
.
”The mood swings might reduce, conversely, her appetite might increase a lot as the placenta fully took over the role as the baby’s main source of food instead of the yolk sac within the uterus like it was before. But mister husband over here should still be cautious at all times, the growth spurt of a baby is usually very quick in the second trimester-”
“So can we have sex now?” Jiyeon says, out of bumfuck nowhere, without an ounce of shame.
.
You almost spit your coffee remembering that moment.
The beach looks lovely. Almost as lovely as your wife laying beside you, without a single piece of clothing on her pregnant body. You two are lying on the sand, covered with nothing but a thin piece of blanket.
You’re spooning her, just as naked as she is.
“Don’t. Move!” she orders, there’s an elderly couple passing by. The grandpa looks at you for a second and immediately gives you a wink. Dude knows what’s up.
You’re already halfway inside, actually. Much to her insistence.
Recalling it, it was her that wanted to do this.
.
“You bring extra clothes right?”
“Uh, yeah? Do you wanna swim there? I mean, the doctor says it’s good to be physical, swimming is a whole lot of that.”
“Yeyeyeah. Swimming, sure. Noot noot,” she chuckled to herself as she packed up her clothes earlier in the afternoon.
Fast forward to now, you’re fucking your pregnant wife. At the beach, with buttloads of people around, with nothing but a flimsy sheet as a cover. Jiyeon is hardcore.
It would be wrong to say that you don’t appreciate this though. You’ve been sexually deprived for a little more than three months. Which you initially have no qualms about, until she asks you about it. Until she orders you to get rid of your swimwear. Until she told you to fuck her from behind. Because now, you feel like you are at your hardest, biggest erection of your entire life.
She’s not that much different either. Ever since you shifted her bikini thong aside, she’s already drenched. To say that she’s turned on by all of this would be such a massive understatement. Your wife couldn’t even properly speak as you inserted your whole shaft. She’s immediately squirting on you, which you take as a signal to start moving.
The entire ordeal has to be kept in secret, somehow. None of you dare to make a noise, all the more a moan. Jiyeon even has to cover her mouth as she’s squirting earlier.
“You dirty, dirty mother!” you whisper into her shuddering ear as you start moving.
You fuck her in a pace no more than a measly rustle. Nonetheless, the sensation is heaven. Her walls have never been this tight, this hot. You hold on to her swelling breast, twisting her enlarging nipples as you cork your cock inside her cave.
“Fuck,” a moan finally escapes your mouth. You’re close.
Jiyeon can only whimper as she pushes her hips back ever so slightly, chasing her own high as much as you are. You move your hands toward her hips, pushing it back. Your own hips meet it in the middle, crashing forward. Her hand accidentally slipped.
“AH!”
You immediately cover it again. Every pair of eyes focus on your place for a slight second. Shit. You’re throbbing, she’s tightening.
“Shoot!” a kid shouts from afar.
Shoot. Your dick erupts inside.
Shit!. Jiyeon rolls her eyes back as she’s squirting the second time, much stronger than before.
Your body shudders, as seismic as hers.
~
“That was insane,” you say, one hand on the wheels, one hand holding hers.
“We were. I didn’t think you would agree to fuck me right then and there,” she responds, chuckles in between.
“Heh. Well, you asked for it.”
“Don’t give me that! You’re already hard when I put on the bikini back in the house!” she shoots you a teasing look.
“Okay, okay, I’ll be honest. It’s been awhile okay? Can’t hold myself back when you’re wearing something like that. Absolute Cinema,”
“Haha-hands on the wheels you idiot!”
You almost swerve, almost. “Kidding~”
“You fucker-, that was not funny!” she’s seriously angry.
Gulp. “Sorry.”
She throws her face aside, but not letting go of your hands. You’re gonna spend the remaining trip in silence. Or at least you think so before she suddenly, excitedly, jumps on her seat.
“Honey!”
“W-what?”
“It’s moving!”
“What?”
“The baby is kicking!”
~
It’s late into the half of Jiyeon’s pregnancy. And you’re presented with both good news and a bad one.
Good news first. As Jiyeon’s tummy keeps swelling impossibly larger, the doctor recommends you to take a more accurate sonography. Surprise, surprise, Jiyeon is carrying a twin! (presumably)It’s a boy and a girl too! She’s never been more elated to hear something before. While you on her side is crying, the tears of happiness wouldn’t stop coming out.
The bad news is, well, it’s a twin. Jiyeon’s body will be shocked, without a shadow of doubt. Albeit she’s well toned and flexible from her ballet training, Jiyeon is still nowhere near a big girl. Her physiology isn’t exactly the most suited to birth a child, since her hips are actually thinner than most, let alone a twin that is. The only thing the two of you can do to mitigate the risk from birthing the children is to let Jiyeon train her body as best as she could, in this remaining half of pregnancy.
You could only hope for the best for her.
~
Gharlkl!
You pat your wife’s back. She’s slumped in front of the toilet. It has been a rough few weeks. She hasn’t had much sleep, if any. Jiyeon has stopped coming to work ever since the twentieth week. You too spent the entirety of your days accompanying her. You have never felt more grateful for the fact that your work is mostly done from the convenience of your own home. So you can spend more time by her side.
“It’s okay honey, I can-urp!”
You rub her back gently. Your other hand is binding her long hair off her neck, keeping it clean from both the toilet surface and the splash of everything.
You two spend the next 10 minutes in the bathroom.
“You think I can do it?”
You look at her by your side. She’s sleeping to her right, facing you(it is recommended for a pregnant woman to sleep by their side). You don’t answer, but swipe the strands of hairs off her forehead. She’s such a mess, so fragile, so small, so pure.
“I’ve been thinking, y’know. What if I don’t make it? Will you be able to handle everything alone? I mean, it’s a twin, a boy and a girl. You could hardly do housework as it is, let alone do those AND take care of the kids-” she laughs.
“Haaah…, you’ll be overwhelmed…,
-honey? I’m serious, in the off chance that I’m not surviving, I want you to know that it’s completely okay to marry another-”
You hug her. You don’t need to hear those. You don’t want to hear it. Not now. Not ever.
“You will make it honey. I swear it. We will take care of the kids together.”
Silence. No voice comes out of anybody’s mouth after. You can feel warm wet spots on your chest. She can maybe feel those same wet spots on her forehead.
Neither slept that night.
~
“Huufffff. Haaaap. Huuufffffffftt,” Jiyeon is on the mat, doing some light yoga with a trainer in front and you behind her. You have transformed the garage into a makeshift homegym. The car can park elsewhere, lots of parking space in the city anyway.
She has a scheduled workout now. Four to five times a week. One day consisting of yoga and stretching and three consisting of weightlifting, minimum. To your eyes, she’s been cruising through everything, easily.
“Haaaaahhhh~” Jiyeon sits while slumping her body forward in a perfect split. Her pregnant tummy is huge, but she’s still as flexible as ever.
“That concludes the training for today! Do you feel good, miss Jiyeon?” the trainer approaches her, gently tapping her shoulder.
“Y-yes ma’am! Never felt better,” she shoots her a smile. The trainer smiles back in relief.
“That’s good then. I’ve been through pregnancy myself, and I can tell you that the decision to workout, even in the middle of it, is never bad! Oh, you’re on week 30 now right?”
Jiyeon is slowly nodding. The trainer continues to yap for at least 20 minutes before she’s off. Your ears are burning up by the end of it, and you’re pretty sure Jiyeon shares the sentiment.
“Phew. What a woman honestly,” she slowly throws her body on the mat.
“Yeah. It's insane. I bet she doesn’t even notice that her body is very buff. Nien, was it? Cool name. Would be even cooler if she’s more socially aware though.”
You both laugh together, filling the empty space with joy. At least, that’s what she wants you to think.
You understand her. She probably understands that you do. But she has been giving nothing but fake laughs, fake smiles, fake everything. She keeps telling everyone that everything is okay. Everyone believes her, too. With the sole exception of you.
You know for a fact that she is actually terrified.
~
It’s week 35. A little more than a month before what many consider as a normal birth. Jiyeon has never looked so rough. She can barely pass through each day with your help, let alone her workout schedules.
But, she already gained what you think is a mother’s energy. She never gives up when it comes to the babies interest. She eats what’s considered good for their nutrition, regardless of the fact that she almost always vomits it out–then eats some more. She trains very hard, regardless of the fact that her body is literally breaking to accommodate the babies in her. She even helps you out in preparing the kids room, something the two of you had planned long before she even got pregnant.
“What do you think our boy would like?” she’s sitting beside the kids' bed this evening, instead of resting like what everyone else told her to. Jiyeon is looking at you while resting her head on the edge of it.
You look at her from the top of the ladder, currently placing the decoration. It’s an ornament of classic games from your olden days. You like games, so it’s only natural for your son to like it too, right? “I dunno, games perhaps?”
She laughs. Her voice so free, her expression so serene. Jiyeon is so beautiful.
“That’s such a you answer, y’know. Heh.”
“Well that’s because that, right there, is my son!” you jump off the ladder. Landing right in front of your lovely wife. You give her shoulders a rowdy massage. “He might even make annoying his mother as his hobby too, who knows~”
You immediately get a slap. Right on your balls.
Urgh.
You roll around the floor, squirming in front of her laughing face. “That’s a critical hit damn.”
She laughs harder. “Yeah, I would not be surprised if our daughter will be the type to discipline her own father.”
Suddenly she groans. A guttural sound straight from her core. It sounds painful.
“Honey! Are you okay?!” you shot up from the ground to tend her hunched body.
“Nggrrrhh. Cramps. It’s all over my body. Shit, that’s so fucking painful. Fuck!”
You give her a hand to hold. She’s going at it. By the end of those painful moments, you find your hand bleeding from her grip.
~
Week 36. You’ve been regularly going for check ups. It’s getting more and more frequent, contrary to Jiyeon’s struggle to move around. It gets harder to mobilize her past the third trimester. She feels pain everywhere and every time she moves.
She doesn’t even want to go to the doctor today. You have no choice but to oblige. One look at her and you realize that she’s in massive pain for now.
“Let me rest for the day, yeah?” she’s laying sideways on the couch.
You nod.
“It’s so painful, being a mother. Ah, no no, a soon to be mother, y’know?” she weakly laughs.
You nod, slower.
“Why aren’t you answering? Answer me babe…
I-I, I'm scared. I regret this. I regret being pregnant. I don’t want to be a mother! I-
-Idon’twannadie. Idon’twannadie. Idon’twannadie!”
You jump forward to hug her. She’s crying uncontrollably in your hold. You swear on your life you will protect hers.
~
“My water broke! Babe my water fucking broke! Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!”
You wake up immediately to search for the car key. Shit. The car is parked across the town square, in the public parking hall. Why didn’t you bring it back home when you had the chance?!
“Babe! Hurry the fuck up! Aaaaaaaarghh!”
You panic. Theoretically, you could run to fetch the car, but that would take no less than 20 minutes. Shit! Should you borrow from the neighbour? They know your wife is pregnant, but then you look at the clock. It is 2am. Fuck!
“BABE!” she shouts. Already sitting up on the bed.
You hurriedly reach for your phone. The GP. That is an option. You call the number, Sins doesn’t respond. FUCK!
You’re desperate. Jiyeon is groaning in pain behind your back. You say fuck it, just call your neighbours. ANY of them would do.
The first choice is Star. The chef across the street. You call his number, to no avail.
You don’t give up. There’s one right beside your house. You never know what his name is, so you name his contact as Duckduck–there’s two big statues of duck in front of the house for whatever reason. You call his number, ‘the number you’re trying to reach is not available right now, leave a message-’’.
Holy fucking shit that’s 0-3. Your wife is starting to cry. It’s been almost 10 minutes since her water broke.
Then you remember a trusted gentleman. An old friend of yours you can always rely on. Emrys. You call his number.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Click,
“Hello?”
“YES!”
“Holy, I know you miss me but chill out my guy. Don’t you have a wife or something-”
“EMRYS CAN YOU PICK US UP MY WIFE IS ABOUT TO GIVE BIRTH! PLEASE!”
“Oh shit. I’ll be on my way! Just, hang on a minute aight?”
“THANK YOU SO MUCH.”
You turn to your wincing wife. “It will be here soon honey, the ride. Let’s do a breathing exercise, okay?”
She nods quickly, biting her bottom lips.
“Breathe in - breathe out - breathe in - breathe out.”
It’s not even five minutes later that you hear a honk from upfront. Emrys has come to the rescue.
You walk outside, Jiyeon is on your left, her hand is holding your body, the other her own stomach.
“Oh shit,” Emrys' eyes widened as he sees you walking with your wife through the door. Never in his life that he’d expect your wife’s tummy to be that big. He immediately gets out of the car to open the door to the backseat.
You and him help your wife enter the car, with much difficulty.
“St. Peter Hospital. Please hurry Em.”
“Will do.”
The ride to the hospital is nothing but chaos. Since Emrys is speeding the shit out of his car, the bumps are felt quite clearly on the passengers. Which in turn hurts Jiyeon’s already hurting tummy. The three of you never stop screaming through the entire trip.
“HERE, WE’VE ARRIVED!” Emrys shouts as he unlocks the door.
“THANK YOU!” you respond.
“AAAAARRGHHHHHH!” Jiyeon…responds.
The hospital crews are thankfully very quick. Immediately bringing in a wheelchair as soon as they see a pregnant woman.
“Should I wait?” Em asks.
“No, this much is enough buddy, thank you so much. You literally saved her life,” you dap him up, it is the crispiest dap to ever dap in the history of dap ups.
~
Your grip never leaves her fist. You waddle through the halls as she is wheeled by the nurse into the LDR Room (Labour, Delivery, Recovery).
The nurse, with your help, positions Jiyeon to her most preferred birth position. She chooses sitting. The doctor arrives not long after, immediately examining her vagina.
“It’s still very early in the labor process, sir, ma’am. The cervix has opened, but only for 4cm. It will open some more, but it might take quite a while. Expect about-” he examines Jiyeon’s body one more time. “5-6 hours. You can rest in the meantime. Now if you’ll excuse me,” the doctor bows to you two.
The nurse does some cleaning here and there, and brings her the birthing clothes to wear later–or now, her choice–before leaving us alone in the room.
“Are you scared?” it’s Jiyeon. Her breaths slowly stabilize.
“Excuse me, miss pretty. I’m not the one that’s pregnant.”
A laughter, small, brief, earnest.
“I am. I am so, so, so, so, so scared right now. Don’t leave me, okay? Don’t let go of me,” she tightens her grip on your hand. You envelop her tiny, trembling hand with the entirety of your palms.
“Never. I’m here honey, I’ll always be here. No need to be scared alright?”
A rosy hue is apparent on her cheeks. “Kissies.”
“Right now?”
“I don’t see a time more fitting than now, honestly-”
You’re not letting her finish the sentence. Your lips wrap themselves around hers. You can feel a bit of the pain she’s been enduring these past few months. The taste of struggles, sour, bitter, metallic. The kiss lasts no longer than the minute passes, but somehow, you find yourself already in the next step of the birthing process.
~
“When it’s time to push, we say push! When it’s time to breathe, we say breathe! Is that understood?”
Jiyeon nods. Her face is paler than the nurse’s gloves. She looks at you with a pleading eyes. A twinge of regret could still be seen from within, but it is overshadowed by the joy, love, and everything else in between. You have only seen that look once before. It was your marriage.
You give your hand to hers, something familiar to hold. It will help the mom feel better, the doctor says.
“Push!”
“AAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHHHHHH!”
“Breathe!”
“Huuuuffffttttt.”
“Push!”
“GYAAAAAAAAAAAAARRGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
You honestly have to hold yourself back from screaming as well, as Jiyeon is breaking your fingerbones like it’s a breadstick.
The process goes on and on for about 30 minutes.
“The baby is out! It’s a she!”
You sneak a glance at your wife, she’s already looking at you, smiling. Then you see the baby, still covered in all the liquids. She’s crying.
“Thank God.” Jiyeon sighs.
“Now for the twin!”
“Oh God whatthefuck.” Jiyeon sighs(angrily).
“Push!”
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHKK!”
~
“Oh my god, they’re beautiful!” tears spring up on your face. You’re holding the babies. The boy is on your right hand, while your left is holding the girl. They’re crying. Full of love, full of life.
“Aw look! The girl’s got your eyes! And our boy’s got your nose, hahah. What should we name them honey?” you look up. Jiyeon doesn’t respond. Understandable. She needed rest, she’s literally been fighting for her life for the past hour. You give her hand a squeeze. It’s cold.
“Sir, would you kindly step back. Now. And please put the baby into the incubator, thank you sir.”
The turn of events happened so fast. You’re not entirely sure what happened. Suddenly you’re outside. Waiting in suffocating, terrifying silence. The last thing you can subtly hear coming out from the doctors mouth was;
“Patient is going through a severe trauma from the blood loss due to the fourth degree vaginal tear. Immediate care is needed. We’re moving her into the ICU.”
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Tosh : Its our graduation next week dad, can you come?
Dad : Of course son
Yeon : Duh, of course dad can, i told you. Jeez. believe in your dad, AND your big sis for once.
Tosh : For the last time, youre only older than me for TWO MINUTES Do NOT call me lil bro. Ever.
Yeon : Yeah. thats a whole ass two minutes older than you. Lil bro.
Tosh : YOU! DAD, GROUND HER!
Dad : Im gonna pretend i didnt see anything…
Yeon : :p
Tosh : URGH
Yeon : Anyway, isn’t it the exact same day as mom’s birthday?
Dad : Yeah
Tosh : oh really? I didnt notice sorry. Happy birthday momm!
Yeon : Happy birthday mom.
Dad : Thanks kid, you two are the best thing that ever happened to me. Pretty sure if your moms watching, she would agree with me from up there.
Tosh : Aw, suddenly? Thanks dadd
Yeon : You’re also the best dad. Ever. Thanks dad.
~~~~~~
Writing this has been fun! Special thanks to : @toshyun for introducing Jiyeon to me, @sinswithpleasure for the extra info on tripleS, @limemrys for being such a cutie || special mention : @starconstruction @ducktoo
Cheers!
Thank you to everyone who still has faith in this series <3 First fic of May!
It’s funny how life works. You never thought it would come to this point, but you know what they say: expect the unexpected. That’s the only way you can get through your twenties without going insane.
But even so, you still have little recollection of how you ended up sitting in a café, waiting to meet Honda Hitomi.
That’s right: the Honda Hitomi. You can’t believe it either. Years ago, you were mourning IZ*ONE’s disbandment, and now you’ve somehow landed the opportunity to meet the veteran idol of your dreams. Your hand keeps trembling on the table and she isn’t even here yet. What more if she finally shows up? God, you hope you don’t faint.
I’m almost there~ I’m really sorry for the wait!
🍑 xx
You want to text her back and say there’s no need for apologies. You’ll wait for her your whole life if need be, just like how you waited for her to debut again, waited for her merch in long lines—
“Hey there!”
You look up from your phone and your heart nearly stops.
Alright, you can remember how you got here now, actually.
You weren’t even that into K-pop—well, until some of the bigger hits from 2NE1 came out. That got you a little interested. You had this bias against K-pop at first because it seemed incredibly mundane. But then you found out it was just… music, only sang in Korean. Fast forward to 2018, you saw the most beautiful girl on your screen who was competing to be in a produce group. Your life started there.
And now, she’s standing right before you. Her smile is dazzling. It blinds you as you scramble to your feet, frantically bowing.
“Hi, I’m a huge fan!” you say. You’re aware that you’re making yourself look idiotic in front of your ultimate bias but you have no idea how to make it stop. Hitomi just makes your brain short-circuit. “Thank you for coming!”
Hitomi giggles. “I know you are. Otherwise you wouldn’t have joined our contest, right?”
You blush. Strike one, you guess. However, there’s only playful jest written on Hitomi’s round face. That’s just one of the many things you love about her: she’s genuine. The cutie pie public image doesn’t change the fact she’ll make whatever she feels known. You have evidence of it in your gallery: a video of her cursing in Japanese, photos of her smiling brightly, and of course, that wrenching video of her crying after their first win.
It’s parasocial to say, but you’ve been around for each other’s firsts. You were thrust into the real world as an adult the same time she was. She was your first bias who kept you afloat and looking forward to something in college, when all you could think about was if you were going to graduate or not. She introduced you to a whole world of music you didn’t know could be so good.
Funny. You had a lot of biases after IZ*ONE, but none could measure up to Hitomi.
“Right, sorry. It’s so nice to finally meet you in person.’’
“Oh, no need to apologize! I’m actually really thankful you joined.” She shakes your hand. Does she know that one touch almost made you faint? “It’s been a little scary debuting again in Korea. It’s nice to know I have fans who support me either way.”
She’s in this little crochet halter, the dark hues the opposite of that blonde hair. As perfect as she is, you realize that she’s just as human as you are. There’s a bit of sweat on her forehead, courtesy of the April heat. A little bit of her lipstick is smudged slightly around the corner of her mouth. She isn’t just a figment of the pixels on your phone screen.
The only difference is she’s a hundred times more beautiful.
It’s actually crazy—she’s just there, gesturing with her small hands, talking and smiling, and through it all she remains picture-perfect gorgeous. Paparazzi shots have nothing on her. They can look everywhere for an unflattering angle and be greeted with none.
“Well, I’ll always be here,” you say bashfully. “Would you like a drink?”
Hitomi’s eyes sparkle once more as they fixate on the menu. “Sure!” There’s a lot of delicacies worth trying here.
“Unless, uh, of course—” You shrug. “You’d rather go somewhere else. I heard there’s a mall nearby with a new parlor.”
You don’t really know what to do here. You didn’t expect to win the contest her label held for their comeback: a few album purchases in exchange for a whole day with your bias. Was this going to be televised? Were there limits? You should’ve read the fine print.
Hitomi offers you a gentle smile. So many times you found refuge in it. You didn’t know it at the time when you were voting for her on Produce 48, but you were in it for the long ride.
“You really need to stop worrying so much. We can do whatever you like. As far as I’m concerned, I’m all yours.”
-
Now what the hell does that mean?
You’re not completely parasocial, for god’s sake. You’ve been a K-pop fan long enough to know these little sweet lines are scripted. Everything is manufactured and sold to consumers who’d devour anything if it had a pretty girl printed on it: a wink to the camera, outfits designed to hug every appealing curve, words of support in an online fancall. It would be stupid to fall for any of that.
But when Hitomi’s in that tiny little halter, eyes never leaving you and her lithe legs crossed, whatever else should you think about?
Hitomi gives her sugar-coated spoon a long, languid lick. Your gaze lingers a little too much at the sight. Her pretty lips, glossy and soft, succeed in making you jealous of the utensil. Not to mention that tongue…
Shake your head, as if doing it would clear all the dirty thoughts in it. You swore to yourself a long time ago you would not be one of those fans. They were everywhere, even on a small-scale website like Tumblr. It shocked you to see a blog solely dedicated to writing mature fanfiction about her and her former group members, clear from the username already. Whatever that iznsfw person does is disrespectful and dehumanizing.
Besides, Honda Hitomi is like, off-limits. She’s tiny and lovable and has the softest cheeks in mankind. This is the last girl you should think of as sexy.
“Is it as good as you expected?” you ask.
Hitomi nods cutely, as if nothing happened. As if she didn’t ignite a heat inside you that won’t go out.. She looks gorgeous underneath all that sunlight. It seems to bounce off her milky skin and make her one of its own rays.
“I’m so glad you picked the strawberry flavor,” she says, twirling her spoon through the pink ice cream. “Thank you, by the way. Chocolate’s too regular for me, you know? You can get that anywhere.”
“No problem at all. You did say strawberries were your favorite food, right?”
Hitomi looks genuinely touched. The sparkle in her eyes can’t be the cafe lamp’s illusion. She’s probably wondering how the hell you remember that. Even the people around her don’t remember how to spell her name. But it’s simple: you remember because it’s her.
“Aw, our fans are always so thoughtful,” she gushes. “I didn’t think anyone would know that… I said that in a talk show a million years ago.”
You want to tell her the exact date and MC of the show, but you keep that to yourself. The last thing you want to happen is for your ultimate bias to think you’re just another creepy fan. You swear hand to god that you aren’t; you’re just completely, hopelessly devoted to Hitomi.
Okay, so that doesn’t help your case, but still. You take another bite of your brunch pancakes before speaking again.
“AKB48 days, I think?” you say, playing it off casually.
Hitomi juts her lips out, deep in thought. She shakes her head. “No, it’s actually–” Her eyes grow larger than life, disbelief clear in them. “You’re right! How did you know that?”
“I meant it when I said I’m your biggest fan.”
Oh, if only she knew that you led the voting fan union when SayMyName was nominated in music shows. Then there’s your drawer full of her photo cards, the posters of her in your room… she pretty much consumed you. She brought so much light to your life that you didn’t know could deviate from gloom.
There’s a saying that goes something like “never meet your heroes.” It’s better to keep them on a pedestal than get your heart broken knowing they’re nothing like you thought. But you’re glad you broke that rule for Hitomi. She’s as radiant as she is on your television. And above all, she’s actually quite easy to talk to. It’s just like talking to your best friend. You ask her about how it felt stepping back into the industry, and she jokes that it’s all an old game to her.
“I was nervous, of course, but the excitement cancels it out,” she explains. “It’s just work at the end of the day. You get used to doing it.”
The strawberry ice cream melted already into a puddle of pink. Your pancakes are left abandoned on your plate. The two of you don’t mind though. You like listening to Hitomi. And Hitomi loves talking about being an idol. Dancing and singing is something she was born to do.
“It has to feel weird though,” you remark, not quite thinking before you say it out loud.
Hitomi quirks her lip. “What do you mean?”
“You were in a group with eleven members with a leader to rely on. And now you’re a leader yourself. Doesn’t it get hard sometimes?”
She’s silent for a moment, probably reminiscing like you are. You were there for the golden era of her previous group. For the entirety of it, actually. You can see those little moments flash through her eyes—securing a spot in the lineup, performing during the pandemic, ending it all in a tearful yet high note with her purple hair falling around her hoodie.
You wonder if she ever felt sad knowing they never got to tour as a group. At their final concert, she spoke to an empty audience, unable to see who was there for her.
“It does,” she murmurs. “In a line of work like this, you’re gonna get tired. You’ll always think if you’re doing the right thing or if you said the wrong thing. And it gets really lonely sometimes.”
Her voice is as fragile as glass. You begin to fear that you’re making her cry. Hell, even you think you’re going to tear up just recalling all of those memories. You’d hate to ruin a bright day like this.
Hitomi, to your surprise, only offers you a satisfied smile. “But god, do I love doing what I do. It makes it all worth it.”
She reaches her hand out to clasp yours. Her touch is soft as a cloud.
“Thank you,” she says softly. “For always being on my side. I’ll never take it for granted.”
“I-I should be thanking you. I’m serious. You make me so happy just by…” You gesture vaguely, an embarrassed little smile on your face. “You know, dancing and singing onstage. You’ve helped me through a lot of sleepless nights.”
She’ll forever be in your heart and head, one way or another. She stayed there during IZ*ONE when you still had a hard time picking her apart from the other eleven girls. She stayed there during the hiatus, when you struggled finding subtitles for her Japanese shows. And she might as well be a second heartbeat but a first thought now that she’s back in the industry you learned to love because of her.
And she tilts her head, blinking innocently. “What kind of sleepless nights?”
You’re beginning to think something’s very wrong with you.
Come on, she doesn’t mean any harm or innuendo. She’s just concerned about you, like she is with all of her fans. It’s natural for her to be after having such a vulnerable conversation with you.
It's certainly inconvenient, though, that the innuendo comes after you’ve been battling thoughts about folding her in half on this table and filling those soft cheeks with something else than ice cream. Just the tiniest physical contact between you and the idol you worship makes you heat up. The way she’s looking at you right now should be a really sweet moment you’d tuck away in your heart and thank the heavens for experiencing. However, it only makes you unable to hold eye contact with her, and drifting your gaze from her face to that tight little body doesn’t help.
“Hitomi…”
She doesn’t have to know what you look at in the night. They’re all photos of her, of course, looking adorable in fansigns and small concerts. But there’s always that one photo sandwiched between wholesome content—something where she’s showing off skin a little more than usual, her gaze piercing through the lens. As if she knew what you were doing.
She’s giving you that exact same look now.
And god, it’s even more dangerous in person. Her head tilts to the side, her eyelashes fanning low. It would look adorable to anyone else. That’s how it should look—her boba eyes are like that of an anime character and she’s so bubbly it’s infectious.
“It’s alright, oppa,” she says with a playful tinge in her voice. “You don’t have to hide it from me. It just makes me more curious.”
This cannot be fucking happening. Is this a prank? The airconditioned café suddenly feels too warm. You need to get rid of your jacket. You need to get rid of her clothes. You need to taste the ice cream sitting on her bottom lip to quench the thirst in you.
“It really doesn’t matter,” you stutter, searching for a lifeline. Your voice draws thinner with anxiety. “I think you’d be more interested in knowing how many albums I bought just to meet you. Everyone says it’s crazy.”
Hitomi pouts. “But I already know that. My manager said you got twenty copies of all versions.”
“Twenty-six of each, actually. To celebrate your birthday in advance.”
“Then shouldn’t you tell me what you think about in those sleepless nights?” Hitomi leans forward, knowing exactly what that pout does to you. “I always want to give back to my fans, especially when they’re as… big as you are.”
The innocent giggle that follows is just too much. Her cute voice should not entice you like this. This day has taken twists bigger than meeting Hitomi herself. You have no idea what to do.
Are you really going to be cornered by a Japanese girl who’d fit in your pocket? You hate to say that the answer is yes, especially when the girl you’re horribly down bad for is Honda Hitomi.
You shift in your seat. “You’re trying to get me in trouble.”
She laughs, biting her lip a little. Another obscene fantasy crosses your mind just this second. One of her doing that same expression as she takes that top off, eyes never leaving yours. “Maybe I am, maybe I’m not. But let’s not pretend you don’t want me.”
This would be so much easier if she was wrong—a weight off your shoulders, a lack of a guilty conscience. Nobody should be thinking of a girl like Hitomi like that. It’s exactly why she garners the kind of audience she has. She’s too precious. Miniscule, pretty, a permanent giddy smile glued to her face. It felt wrong to even consider her as someone sexy.
“I wasn’t lying when I said I’m yours for the day,” she says. “So please, do whatever you want to me.”
Then Hitomi spreads her creamy thighs under the table and you realize you actually, truly do not give a fuck about what’s right or wrong.
-
This has got to be illegal. You didn’t read the terms and conditions, haven’t the slightest idea of what goes and what doesn’t, but you’re pretty fucking sure you should not be taking Hitomi to a hotel.
This whole situation has just been a battle of your morals. Because here’s the thing:
You believe that no label, as big as SM or as small as Hitomi’s, should risk their idol hooking up with a fan. And if this is just elevated fanservice, they should be sued for fortunes.
Then again, why would you pass up the opportunity? Hitomi initiated this herself after all.
Still, there should be boundaries. Artists hooking up with their fans is a tale old as time, but that doesn’t make it less wrong. You only know Hitomi from a camera-captured perspective. She’s a celebrity with a reputation at risk. That alone is a good reason for the two of you to call this off.
But Hitomi’s plump ass looks too good in that skirt, and she’s kissing the hesitation out of you before you could speak.
“God, you’re already so hard,” Hitomi moans against your lips. Her hand cups your bulge through your jeans and you jolt. “Mm. Is this what gets you off, oppa? Getting to fuck me after waiting for so, so long?”
You want to tell her that she shouldn’t say things like that. But the evidence is all there, in the heavy breaths you have to take before kissing each other again, in the way you’re holding her right now. Her waist fits oh-so-perfectly in your hands that you’re pushed to think this was meant to happen.
You lift her up. This still feels like a dream; your head isn’t all there so this could just be some lucid dream. Hitomi’s slim legs wrapped around your hips break the illusion. They feel too soft, too warm to be a dream. Her core presses hotly against your bulge while your fingers explore every unmapped inch of her body.
“Fuck, Tomi…” You pin her to the door and waste no time. You start devouring her neck, the pressure firm on her skin and your teeth sinking into it. Hitomi’s whiny gasps spur you on. You could record them and work hard to make it another chart-topping song.
“That’s the plan,” giggles Hitomi, her eyes rolling back. “Come on, oppa. Do what you want to me. Hitomi’s your little fuckdoll for the night.”
The obscenity coming from the mouth of such a cute girl is appalling. It’s the kind that should make you scold her instead of grinding down on her core. Don’t ever say that again, you would tell her, and Hitomi, with her eyes welling up with tears, would meekly say she’s sorry.
That’s how you’d go about this situation if you were a good man.
Here’s the thing, though: she’s corrupting you as much as you’re corrupting her. You’re not a good man. And you think you like it that way, with how good Hitomi’s tight little body feels underneath you.
You take her slim wrists and pin them above her head. All of her is on display now: those perfect shoulders, the smooth flesh of her arms and underarms, the neck you’ve peppered with purple love bites. It’s so easy to manipulate her into submission. She’s so small that it takes zero effort to get her where you want.
You’re drunk with power. “You promise to do what daddy tells you?”
“Yes.”
Her vanilla scent is addicting. She looks and smells delectable, and you can’t wait to ruin her. Each part of your body is screaming at you to pounce on her, but you haven’t quite heard what you wanted yet.
“Yes what?”
“Yes, daddy,” whines Hitomi. Her eyes are glassy. You can quite literally feel her body quake with anticipation. It does things to your ego, knowing she wants this as much as you do.
You’re not thinking straight. All you can process is the carnal, almost dangerous desire you have to ruin her. It’s not even desire anymore. You’ll find that you’ll die if you don’t get to fuck Hitomi. It’s as big a need as food and shelter, right up there on the Maslow hierarchy.
You need to push her legs apart as far as they could go while you fuck her little pussy.
You need to hear her beg for it even when you’ll give her a good dicking down anyway.
You need to see that innocent little face look corrupted and sinful when it’s painted with your cum.
That gives you an idea.
“Get on your knees.”
How many times have you dreamed of doing this? It’s a secret you’ll never admit to anyone, how you’d let your mind wander when you watch fancams of her and notice the eye contact she maintains with the lens. The smile would disappear from her face and be replaced with a sultry look whenever she did a particularly bold choreography, letting the skirt fold up her thighs and the neckline of her blouse hang low.
You can trace these moments all the way back to the One the Story concert. The lighting was similar in a way to this hotel room, the reds and hues dancing off Hitomi’s slim figure. Even that tiny skirt parallels the one she wore with Minju and Yuri. It hikes up her knees as she slowly descends to the floor.
It feels like deja vu now. Her years of experience as an idol makes everything seem like effortless choreography. The fabric of her skirt rolls even further up her thighs, showing off her enviable legs. She bites her lip while she unzips your pants. Without having met you before, she has the shape of your body known by heart. Her eyes never leave yours as she frees your aching cock.
Hitomi lives for the roughness. “Want it so bad, daddy.” She starts to jerk you off, attempting to cover all of your girth with her tiny hand. The sensation is sharp and hot. “Want daddy to feed me his big cock and stick it down my throat. Because I’m his pretty little girl. All yours.”
“All mine.”
She automatically gets what she's supposed to do. She’s made for it, even. Her handjob is professionally done to get each drop of hot cum out of you. Her nimble fingers caress each sensitive spot before she opens her mouth.
The sight of Hitomi sticking her little tongue out to taste you makes you groan. She holds you by the base and coats each inch with her drool. Her lips seal around your shaft, dragging the pleasure out, while she stimulates you with eager swipes of her tongue.
“Love this cock, daddy,” Hitomi moans. She’s basically making out with your dick. Her hot, messy kisses on your tip send electricity bolting throughout your body. “So so big, can’t live without it. How are you gonna fit this inside me later?”
She knows what she's doing. She knows exactly how to rile you up.
You pray for her sake that she’s as good of a fuckdoll as she says, for you take a hold of her Rapunzel locks to push her pretty face further between your legs. Your cock slips past her glossy lips and dents the side of her fluffy cheeks.
It’s so incredibly wrong. She’s too adorable to be fucked like this. She’s the sort of girl you kiss on the forehead and do more wholesome things together, preferably activities that do not involve fucking her innocent face.
You can’t stop now though. Satisfied with the depth, you start off strong with several, rough thrusts into her throat. You hear—feel her fragile gasp around your shaft. It takes you even higher.
“Come on, take it, Hitomi.” Your thrusts get messier. Her cheeks grow pinker with a deep, satiated blush that no stylist can get from a palette. She just loves to be taken like this, like she was made to service your every need.
The innocence never quite leaves her eyes despite the facefucking. It’s permanently stitched into her gaze. What ought to make you feel guilty tempts you further. You want to see all the sweetness leave her. You want her to take it.
Hitomi’s hands, having previously shifted nervously on her lap, now return to your body. Her forehead wrinkles slightly at the difficulty of taking you. The impact of your rapid thrusts makes her unable to breathe. Her breaths quickly stagger into nothingness.
Rather than run from it, she chases the feeling. She wants more of the lightheadedness, the thrill of being owned and used like the toy she promised she was.
Hence, she works to double the pleasure. Her hands hold your hips for leverage. The little oxygen she can take from her nostrils is blocked when you go in particularly deep. She makes an audible moan (or perhaps a gag? You’re too turned on to differentiate the two), opening her mouth wider and letting you drag your tip across the textured flat of her tongue.
You’re nearly there. You gather Hitomi’s hair into a fisted ponytail, mindlessly fucking her mouth. Your cock never leaves the wet seal of her pretty mouth. Your groans mix with hers. Her tongue keeps licking, her hands keep fondling with your balls, her eyes keep looking up at you with all that ruined sanctity and naivety—
You pull out. Hitomi has the good sense to close her eyes as you cum all over her. The orgasms buzzes and flickers in your veins, a humming within them that grows louder as you realize she’s jerking you off. Her gasps sync loudly with yours.
“Fuck, such a good girl,” you moan. Her grip milks you to sensitivity, rendering your knees buckling and shaking. Your semen seems to come out in endless spurts.
By the time the adrenaline dies down, you’ve completely painted your ultimate bias’ face with your cum. There’s some in her hair, on the seam of her lip. It drips heavily down her chest as if it were her own sweat.
Hitomi dips her middle finger into the cum that pooled in her collarbone. She tastes it with a coy little giggle. “God, daddy came all over me.”
She doesn’t look like the idol who danced energetically onstage and blew kisses anymore. She looks like your fucktoy, forever tied to your cock and lap. You’ve marked her all over so no one can ever call her theirs. She’s all yours.
Yours…
The thought puts you in a frenzy again. You don’t have to think twice about it. No, you’re not even thinking at all. You grab Hitomi’s feeble body and nearly slam her on the bed. You forget that she’s so small that it isn’t impossible that one bump into her could break her. In fact, it becomes your goal.
You take her clothes off in an instant. The lamp draws attention to the tags on them. God, these must belong to the company, not Hitomi herself. They’ll wonder how the expensive fabric came back stained. They might even punish her.
Whatever. She looks better without them anyway. Your eyes feast upon Hitomi’s slim, tight body. Her abs are composed of angry, structured lines on her flat tummy. And of course, those pink nipples beg for your attention. They stand erect, waiting to be played with.
Your greedy hands claim Hitomi. You pinch her tight nipples, wrenching desperate whines from the column of her throat. Run your hands along those toned thighs and the heated core between them. One finger has her shaking. You rub your fingertip along her wet slit and the forward arches of her body greet you.
“You’re such a bad daddy,” Hitomi whimpers in between heavy, trembling breaths. “Look at what you did to me.”
You do as she says. Observe her glistening pussy, the cum that now drips from her face to her chest. Watch how she craves for your touch more than anything else in the world. She’s a far cry from the beloved K-pop idol with whom you shared a brunch date.
The arousal is thick in the air. You don’t bother for foreplay. She’s teased you for longer than she should have. This is a golden opportunity you would never dare let go of.
You swiftly enter her waiting cunt. The reaction you draw from her is priceless. A loud cry is punched out of her, her eyes going doe-wide. You keep your stomach tight to keep from cumming again, cumming too soon. She’s so unbelievably tight. It’s as if her whole body, every nerve and muscle within it, is working together to clench around your erection.
Your strokes drive Hitomi further into the bed. You constantly remind yourself to be careful. Fucking her doesn’t change the fact that she’s your favorite idol. Fucking her doesn’t mean you can destroy the only bed you can afford in Seoul after allotting your funds into her albums. But all these reminders prove to be fruitless. You just keep railing Hitomi, grasping the small of her waist to bury your shaft deeper inside her hole.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Hitomi surrenders to you completely. She lets you mark her up and tell the world that you own her. She goes as far as to spread her legs wider for you, bearing the sharp, full sensations of your cock destroying her. “God, daddy, I can’t believe you had the balls to fuck me like this. You’re so big inside my little pussy.”
Her words are vulgar when put next to her adorable face. But now the innocence is gone from it. It was gone from the moment she got a feel of your cock. Your mission to destroy it is successful. The sparkle in her eyes is replaced with a deep, crazed hunger for your dick.
The pride in knowing that you did this to her, knowing this isn’t something to be proud of somehow has more blood pumping into your length. You’ve closed your eyes through the unbearable pleasure but the image of Hitomi, with her glazed eyes and marked neck, is burned into your head. You can’t escape her.
Your own moans deafen you, but her voice powers over it. She’ll never tire of reminding you of what you did to her.
“You really are so bad, daddy. Before I met you, I was a good girl who just did her job. I-I danced and sang and did… fuck, everything I can to make people think I’m sweet and innocent. I was doing so good.”
The waves of pleasure aren’t merciful on her. Her frame trembles beneath yours as she struggles to keep up with each big stretch, each large inch.
“But now look at what you did to me,” she cries out in a ragged breath. “You made me into your personal sex slave. I don’t think I can go a day after this without daddy’s fat cock in me. I dunno what to do.”
She consumes you, body and soul. It’s the same on your end. Hitomi and her tight little pussy are all you can think of.
As her sick, twisted mantra goes on, you become aware of how close you are. The heat climbs up to your neck. Your whole body feels like it’s imprisoned in a cage of hot arousal and sin. You settle a thumb over Hitomi’s pearl and start rubbing frantically, eager to get her over the edge as well.
“Oh fuck, daddy, what will I do if I can’t have your dick inside me? Need to feel your cum filling my womb up every second. I don’t want condoms either. You don’t need to be gentle with me. You can go as hard or as soft as you like because I was made for your cock.”
Your breath hitches. The messy, sloppy sounds of your cock entering her pussy are up to par with the loud sounds Hitomi’s making. She’s wildly bucking into you to meet your thrusts. Those talented hips draw your cock into her with dizzying circles as you hammer into her.
“Mmm, I don’t care what the fans say, daddy. Not even the company. You can cum inside me anytime, fuck me wherever you want… I want to feel you breed me. You can paint me with your cum before every stage and the fans wouldn’t even know I have your baby inside me. But they don’t have to… right, daddy? We can keep this between you and me, between daddy and his good little girl—”
With a final, feral shout, you thrust as deep as you can and bring her desires to reality. The orgasmic pulses of her walls squeeze the ropes of semen out of you. They spill into her fertile womb like a waterfall. Her screams are melodic background music to it all.
You lay your head on top of Hitomi’s chest, panting for life. Her dripping pussy warms you as you go soft once more. You never thought it could happen. It seemed an unlikely scenario, with how hard Hitomi’s worked for her orgasm, how she’s clinging onto you right now.
You forgot about the idea of unlikely scenarios a long time ago. While there was a time you thought this pornographic fanservice was only a dream, you’d argue you’re doing her a good favor as well. You’ve never seen her in such a state of bliss.
You watch the semen fall in thick drops from her bred hole. If only there were no consequences.
