Deepest Darkest Secret 1: Fuckbuddy

“9pm. My apartment.”

A single text message, but it sent chills running down your spine.

You found yourself staring at your phone, deadpanning on the dimly lit screen while comfortably splayed out in your leather couch. You didn’t know what to reply. You never knew.

Your fingers stiffened.

Jennie had been bugging you to come to her house, and this isn’t even the first time—it’s one of many.

“Hurry up. I’m horny.”

Another message comes. Your eyes move to read, but you feel conflicted. It was so wrong to be with her. You felt so filthy and immoral whenever you woke up with Jennie’s naked body cuddled up in your own. But still, you never rejected any of her advances.

“If you don’t come, I’m going to tell her.”

Even if you are dating someone that is not Jennie.

So you reply, “I’ll be there.”

You sigh out of frustration. Jennie always wins you over. She literally had power against you—her petite little body and that slutty attitude. You could imagine Jennie smirking like a madman right now. You needed to shut her up and put her in her own fucking place.

But you found yourself taking your hoodie from the coat hanger and your car keys from the coffee table. Your feet were leading you into another night of lustful desires, sins that you desperately needed to avoid but simply couldn’t.

Was it Jennie’s addicting aura that had you wrapped around her little finger? Or was it you wanting to indulge in her delicious body that even your girlfriend, Park Chaeyoung, didn’t possess?

“Fuck… I should stop this,” you say to yourself. But your movements prove otherwise.

And so you sped off to Jennie’s apartment, flooring the pedal and possibly breaking a few traffic laws here and there.

The path to Jennie’s apartment is somewhat comparable to that off a walkway to hell. It was suffocating you. But the door situated at the end of that trail of molten rock gleamed a heavenly hue. You thought to yourself, “is this heaven in hell?”

You certainly thought so, more so when you began to take careful steps towards the shining door, bringing you closer and closer and whispering sinful nothings in your ears. For a split second, Chaeyoung enters your mind. Her sweet smile and that beautiful voice calling out to save you from the hell that is in Jennie’s deceitfully comfortable bed.

For a split second, that is. Because as soon as you rang her doorbell, you had already sealed your fate for tonight. You feared what becomes of you tomorrow, but you knew pleasure was coming, and nothing was going to hold you back from taking it from none other than Jennie Kim, a succubus incarnate.

When the door swings open, you are then bestowed the presence of both your biggest fear and biggest pleasure dressed in a scarcely buttoned shirt that was way too big for her.

“I appreciate that you’re early.”

Her voice is laced with venomous honey, a sweet but potent concoction. Her gaze towards you made you weak in the knees. And her half-parted luscious and lustrous lips cast a spell on you.

There’s no turning back.

You didn’t even realize that you arrived earlier than planned.

“But the earlier the better.”

Jennie smirks.

You swallow thin air.

Jennie takes a step forwards and takes your hand in hers. She tiptoes and reaches for your left ear and whispers, “you’re mine.”

As if a switch had been flipped inside your head, you found yourself carrying the tiny seductress in your arms. You immediately made your way to her bedroom, which was dimly lit and already ready to witness another sinful exchange between you and Jennie.

You kick the door open, eager to partake in the young petite woman who’s already so pleased and overjoyed by your presence tonight.

This wasn’t your first time in her apartment. You spent at least a day here every week. So you knew your way all around her unit. But your favorite is her bedroom.

And so when you had gently placed her on the edge of the bed, you pin her down. Both of her hands are above her head, locked by your muscular limb that Jennie could never overpower. You look at her straight in the eyes, sending daggers of lust and desire.

You could tell that Jennie is enjoying this—the power she had over you.

“You look so hot, daddy.”

Fuck.

Jennie always feeds your ego. She knew how to manipulate you. And she didn’t shy out from doing so, not when she’s about to receive the most pleasure she could ever receive from a man.

“Fuck, Jennie,” you growl, your last ditch attempt of holding yourself back. But you knew that you had sold your soul to Jennie. “Why are you doing this to me?”

You find Jennie smirking mischievously. Those lips certainly are the gateway of hell, especially when words leave her mouth.

“Because no one else ever made me feel so fucking good. Until I tasted you.”

She’s feeding your ego again, luring and pulling you closer until both of you are only a breath away.

You could feel her warm and fragrant breath hitting your face, making you feel hot not only on your face but throughout your whole body too.

“So make me feel good tonight, daddy.”

And that was the green light.

You devoured Jennie’s lips like your life depended on them. Your tongue immediately slips inside her mouth, tasting all the moisture and milky flavor that coated her lips.

Her lips are plump and juicy, inviting you to take a bite. And bite her lips, you did. Just gentle enough not to let her bleed. You hear Jennie moan in raw pleasure, and that wasn’t even the main event yet.

She’s so easy to please. But you knew you were skilled, and that is why you found it easy—one of the many reasons why you’re the only guy she calls whenever she’s horny.

You release her bound wrists from your grip, but only to rip the last remaining buttons of her shirt that surprisingly held out too well for your liking.

Buttons flew everywhere, but they don’t matter. You don’t care whether Jennie has to buy new clothes again and again. Not when they’re covering your favorite delicacy—Jennie’s naked body.

Lo and behold.

Sculpted by the gods themselves.

When you regretfully tore yourself from her lips you are then welcomed by the sight of perfection.

Her shoulder line is as flawless as it can be on a woman, and they were dying for your attention. Her mounds sat proud atop her milky chest, heavily heaving up and down. Beads of sweat leaked out from her pores, giving her skin a thin layer of sheen, making it look even more inviting.

You grabbed a hold of yourself and looked back on Jennie’s face. Regretfully so, you see her seductively biting her lip with half-lidded eyes and a shit-eating smirk—an invitation for you to taste her.

And so you wasted no time.

Like a piece of metal to a magnet, your tongue finds itself planted in the center of Jennie’s chest. You taste the saltiness, but you found it sweet and delicious and heavily addicting.

Jennie relishes in the attention that you give her, more evident when she arches her chest forwards to serve you her mounds that were aching for your mouth, aching to be sucked and nibbled on.

But you knew you had to leave marks on her, like how she had always wanted to be painted with hickeys from you. She always tells you that she loves showing off all the hickeys that you give her, and that’s why she always wears the lowest-cut dress she has in her wardrobe when she goes out the morning after a whole night with you.

Her pink tips harden as your mouth inch closer and closer, up a steep incline towards the peak.

Jennie lets out a long, soundless moan, feeing your ego even more, and causing you to dive in and devour her right nipple. Her soundless moan turns to that of a passionate cry. And again, that isn’t even the main event.

You lather Jennie’s right nipple with a layer of your saliva, sucking it with pressure that sent tingles on Jennie’s nape, giving her goosebumps and a feeling of warmth gushing.

Her hands didn’t just stay back, they also dive in to the action as she grips on your head, pulling you closer and closer to her as if there still was space between you, which obviously is non-existent.

She bites her lip everytime she moans, an attempt to stifle her noisy slutty mouth. But her attempts were futile when your tongue skillfully flicks the tip of her pink nipple, playing with it like that of a shark and its prey.

You look at her without separating your tongue from her mound. You see her face contorted in pleasure. She was gripping your hair so tight, but yet again, this isn’t the main event.

You dive back in, and this time you pay attention to her other nipple, eager to shower it with the same enthusiasm as you did with the other one.

“Y/N… Fuck…” She moans. And you swear nobody says your name hotter than Jennie Kim does—not even Chaeyoung with her Aussie accent.

“You like that, huh?” You say while still indulging in her delicious nipple.

“I fucking do, daddy.” She moans her response, struggling to open her eyes.

“You fucking slut.” You say, but it didn’t sound derogative to her.

“I’m your little slut, daddy.”

“Fucking right, you are.” You growl aggressively as your right hand makes its way down south, trailing along her milky skin and leaving invisible burn marks that sear past her skin.

“Yes, daddy.”

When your fingers feel cotton under, you grip on the hem of her panty, and like you did with her shirt, you rip it off her. It surprises you that her underwear are always so easy to tear. Perhaps Jennie intended it to be that way to give you relative ease in undressing her.

“I’m going to have to buy a new one, daddy. You’re always tearing them away from me.”

“Don’t bother wearing underwear whenever I’m here.” You answer, not leaving Jennie’s mounds. You hear her soft but devilish chuckle. It was then accompanied by words that you thought only the devil would say.

“But I like it when you tear them away from me. It turns me on so fucking much.”

You groan from underneath, muffled by her mounds and causing her to moan in the pleasure brought by the vibration that came out from your mouth.

You realized that you had spent too much time indulging in her breasts. They weren’t even that big. But they were perfect for Jennie. Fucking proportional to her sinful curves.

And so you tear yourself away from her chest with a clear intention of traveling down to the center of you little slut’s pleasure. But you knew your way around her.

She has power over you, but that didn’t stop you from teasing her.

Jennie expected you to head straight to her core, but that’s not what you had in mind.

You swerve your way into her thick, juicy thighs, spotless and perfect in every way possible. You could hear a groan of displeasure from Jennie and an attempt to pull your head straight to her glistening lips, but you are quick to restrain her thin arms away from your hair.

“Stop teasing me!” She squirms as her pussy aches to be licked. You chuckle in amusement. Jennie screamed power wherever she goes, but right now, she looked so easy, so weak as you pin her torso down with a single arm. She couldn’t even lift her body up if she exerts the most effort she could. You are that strong. And it really turns Jennie on. Especially when she feels the veins on your muscular arms.

You don’t answer her. Instead, you continue to tease her. Her thighs threaten to shut close, but you force them open. You knew Jennie is so fucking frustrated and horny right now, especially when she’s not having it her way. But you wanted to let her know her place.

She is your slut, your toy, your source of pleasure. But she also saw you the same.

Only a minute had passed since you first kissed Jennie’s thighs tonight, but it felt like hours and hours of teasing. Now her moist lips are becoming more and more inviting as the seconds tick by. Your burning desire to devour her womanhood outgrows that of your desire to tease her. And so you followed your true intentions.

You tear yourself away from her thighs to admire the beauty of her shaved mound.

Juicy.

Wet.

Those fat lips ache for your tongue.

You smirk, thinking about all the liberties you could do with her tight hole.

Now you are making her wait. And as you are stuck in a stream of lustful thoughts, you let your guard down.

Your grip on Jennie’s arms are now so weak, and the woman immediately jumps in to action. She grips your head and slams it to her pussy.

“Fucking hell!” She screams in pleasure. She sure had the dirtiest mouth out of all the women you knew.

You are torn off your reverie as you feel the wetness of her dripping slit, already throbbing even if it was only mere seconds that your lips made contact with her cunt.

You decided that this isn’t the time for teasing already, not when Jennie is aching and squirming on the bed.

And so you stick your tongue out, giving her slit a painfully slow and long lick, savoring the sweet nectar that oozes out of her hole.

“Ahh! Fuck!”

She squeals.

And you give her another slow lick.

She squeals again, a higher pitch than the previous one.

And then again, and again, until slow became fast as you picked up your pace and developed a pleasurable feeling that made Jennie grind on your mouth as you ate her so hungrily like a lion devouring a prey’s carcass.

“Baby~ Fuck!”

“Fuck!!!”

You tease her hole with your tongue, reaching out deeper and deeper. You loved the way she tasted, perhaps that was your addiction. Her cunt felt warm, and it glistens so beautifully with a shade of pink. Did she have it waxed or shaved?

Heck it was so smooth. You could tell that she really prepared for this.

Jennie grips on your hair even more, holding your head in place and grinding herself on your mouth. She’s really enjoying this.

“Lick my clit, daddy…”

You can only comply. So your tongue drags itself northbound and into her swelling nub.

The first contact sent shivers up her spine, causing her to arch her back and a moan so long and loud that even her soundproof walls struggle to contain.

“That feels so good, daddy.”

“I bet your bitch Rosé isn’t even half of how I taste.”

You felt insulted.

Jennie spoke of your girlfriend like she was some toy that you didn’t cherish. You wanted to let her know her place. But you knew that she was right. Especially when you engage in sexual activity with Jennie more than your girlfriend.

A painful truth, because Jennie’s booty calls are more frequent than you and your girlfriend’s passionate nights.

So you do nothing but continue to attack her clit with incessant licking and circling.

“I know she doesn’t fuck as good as me.”

Her words only feed your aggression. She was using your pent up anger for her own pleasure, and you didn’t want her to use you. But you are powerless when she tastes so fucking good.

Long minutes pass by. Jennie’s breaths are hitched and quick, moans here and there, and eyes shut close with tears threatening to leak out.

“Daddy, I’m close! Don’t fucking stop!”

You weren’t one to make her suffer with a failed orgasm. So you exerted even more effort, lapping her up with your fingers joining in the act of pleasuring Jennie Kim.

You pump in and out of her with a pace that matched that of a revving engine, pistoning in and out of Jennie’s cunt as your lips suck on her sensitive nub.

You feel her walls tightening on your finger and her thighs shut close, holding your head in between them.

“I’m cumming!” She announces with the loudest moan so far tonight.

Jennie’s body quivers and her juices leak out like that of a broken pipe, painting your face with squirts of her clear cum. Some of the juices got in your mouth and you’re more than willing to indulge in the bittersweet taste of her nectar.

You didn’t stop your incessant licking on her clit, even when she’s going through a violent wave of her first orgasm for the night. She squirms uncomfortably on the bed, but you held her in place.

“F– Fuck! S…”

“Pl– please stop…”

“T– too much p– pleasure…”

She tries to push your head away from her quivering pussy, but you wanted to have your way with her. Even though you already had your fill in eating her up, you wanted her to suffer, just like how she had made you suffer under her control.

Jennie tries to lift her torso up, but her muscles feel like jelly when her pussy is still being continuously and skillfully lapped up by your tongue. Tears had already flowed out from her eyes. Indeed it was too much pleasure for her, and you heard her sniffling, causing you to slow down until you halted your assault on her cunt.

You are more than satisfied to see Jennie sprawled out in a mess on her bed, sweaty and worn-down. You couldn’t help yourself but kiss her passionately with the lust that had been burning inside you.

Jennie reciprocated the kiss as if she was still so full of energy. You couldn’t believe that she played possum just to get out of your control. You didn’t expect her to still have the strength to switch your positions and push you down on the bed, which happened faster than you could have imagined. She is now straddling your hips in between her bare thighs and looks down on you with the sultriest expression a woman could ever possess.

“I’m surprised your top is still on.” She says so breathlessly while groping your chest from your thick hoodie.

“You didn’t ask me to take it off.” You answer, feigning ignorance.

“Take it off.” She commands. You oblige, thinking that it’s unfair that she’s technically naked even with her oversized button up shirt still clinging on to her frame and you aren’t.

You throw your hoodie to god knows where, not that you really cared. Along with it came your keys and phone that were in the hoodie’s pocket. Still, you didn’t give a damn.

“Why are you wearing a shirt under that hoodie?” She asks, annoyed by the fact that you still had a shirt on.

“It’s pretty cold outside.” You answer.

“But you’re sweating. Did I make you feel hot?” She teases you, more so when she grinds her naked crotch against your member that is still shielded by your sweatpants. You bite your lip as you try to ignore the pleasure that she was giving you, but you were too weak to do so.

And so you take the shirt off and threw it to a random corner, bestowing to Jennie her favorite body.

She’s literally ogling at your well-defined pecks and a six pack that stole her breath away. She looks relatively small sitting on top of you, and she looks even smaller right now compared to your buffed out torso.

“That lucky bitch,” she hisses. “She’s so fucking lucky to see this much more often than me.”

You know she was referring to Rosé, but you didn’t mind her.

“Am I too hot for you?” You tease her as she was taking a lot of time staring at your muscular torso. She shakes herself and brings her mind back to reality.

“Too hot?” She scoffs. “Excuse me? I’m the one who’s too hot for you.” As expected, she’d always have a snarky response ready.

“Says you who literally spent the past minute staring at my body.”

“Shut the fuck up.” She warns as she grazes a finger around the outline of your abs, feeling the dips and rises of your rock hard muscles under her finger.

She bites her lip as she thinks of everything she could do with you. But she could only think so much when she feels your throbbing member from underneath her, causing her to flinch.

Alas. She could finally have her favorite meal. She couldn’t get it off her head even when she was at work, causing her to lose focus and send you naughty pictures and messages. Jennie was always hungry for you, as if she needed to devour you just so she could live and breathe on this Earth.

And so Jennie hops off your hips and hurriedly grips on the waistbands of both your sweatpants and boxers. She had an eager look on her face, determined and excited to finally get hold of her favorite—your long, thick cock.

It sprung out as it finally escapes the confines of your boxers, standing proud in front of Jennie who still looked pretty shocked and surprised despite the countless times she had seen it before.

She wastes no time.

She never wastes time.

Jennie grabs hold of your fully erected cock and gives it a painfully slow stroke. Her small hands couldn’t fully grab hold of it, and your length needed three of her hands for her to fully encase it.

This is why Jennie has a strong desire for you.

This is why Jennie wanted you for herself.

This is why Jennie could never let go of you.

Before you even knew it, Jennie jumps into action as she spits on the head of your cock and uses both of her hands to stroke it in a corkscrew motion.

Fuck, she does it so well, especially when she plays with the slit at the tip of your member. She always loved to pleasure you, just as you loved to hear her moan from underneath you.

Jennie licks the head of your cock and swirls her tongue around it, causing you to moan deeply, encouraging her even more in giving you pleasure. She smirks as she sees you under her control. She relished in keeping you under her power, and she surely is getting herself off right now.

She suddenly takes your cock in her mouth, and you feel the wetness and the warmth that emanated for the walls of her mouth. Her tongue still came in to play as she licks the frenulum of your cock, like how she always did.

Your cock isn’t even halfway inside her mouth, but she’s already stuffed, gagging.

“You’re so fucking big, daddy.”

“You love sucking my cock, don’t you, you little slut?”

Jennie slurps on your cock, along with the precum that leaked out from your member.

“Yes I do, daddy.”

With a smirk, she skillfully bobs her head up and down, causing you to fall back on the bed, weak and powerless under Jennie’s incessant sucking and stroking.

You swear you had never had a blowjob as good as Jennie’s. Not even that bitch from college that you used to fuck so often equaled to Jennie’s skillful mouth. Heck your girlfriend isn’t even half of this woman sucking you off so eagerly.

“Fuck, baby girl. You’re so good at that.” You hiss, attempting to prop yourself up with your elbows, thankfully managing to do so, giving you a perfect view of the petite woman indulging in your cock.

Jennie looks at you straight in the eyes and you swear yet again that no one and nothing could look hotter than her. She pairs her blowjob with skillful hands groping your balls and stroking your cock. She knew how to use what she had.

To say that your member is lathered in her spit is an understatement. Jennie is so messy whenever she sucks you cock, not minding all the excess spit that escapes her mouth and all the trails of saliva that she leaves on your cock that gets pushed down when she attempts to take you in fully.

This woman hungers for your cock. And you loved every aspect of it.

Strands of her hair began to cover her face, it annoyed you even more when they stuck to her face. So you force your torso up to tie her hair into a makeshift ponytail, a favor that she gratefully returns with a sudden burst of speed, causing you to clench your thigh muscles.

Pleasure is building up from within your loins, but you didn’t want to finish just yet. The night was still young and there was still so much more that you wanted to do to Jennie. Cumming so early inside her mouth certainly wasn’t one of those, so you stop her by pushing her head to take your cock fully inside her mouth.

You could feel her throat clenching around your cock as she gags but tries to hold on despite being literally impaled by her favorite cock.

You held her for 5, 10, 15 seconds before she desperately tapped your thigh. And so you released her from your grip.

Strings of spit connect her mouth and your cock even when your member is inches away from her lips. She looks at you with lust in her eyes, a fiery gaze that fueled your desire to move on to the next level.

Jennie knew what she needed next. And a blowjob wouldn’t be enough for both you and her. She knew what your favorite part was—her pussy taking your cock deep and hard.

And so Jennie finally strips herself off her button up shirt, now basking in her own glory under the minimal light of her bedroom. She then lays herself on her back beside you and spreads her legs wide open. You found yourself staring at her yet again, and you couldn’t blame yourself, not when Jennie is literally inviting you to fuck the brains out of her.

“Come fuck me, daddy~”

You clench your teeth and hiss in another attempt to control yourself. Jennie always manages to wake the monster up from inside you, but you never once gave in because you’re afraid of what you might do to her. She’s damn lucky that you had great control over the beast lurking underneath your skin, but she’s always testing you.

Seeing Jennie so ready for your cock hardens you more than you could have imagined. She’s too fucking hot, but you didn’t want to back down. You had to let her know that you also had power against her.

When you do line the tip of your cock up against the tiny opening of her pussy, she flinches at first contact. It amuses you to witness her afraid, but that expression of hers quickly fades away as she didn’t want her pride of being your best fuck go down the drain.

With your girlfriend, you always asked for consent, but for Jennie, fuck consent. This woman is always so hungry for your cock as if she needs it to live and breathe. Heck you could even fuck her in public, and she’d still be getting herself off.

“You fucking slut.” You hiss before fully burying your member deep inside her.

“FUCK!” Both of you simultaneously gasp in shock, pleasure, pain, and all the other feelings that came with every first penetration.

Jennie grips on your arms as her pussy tries to adjust to your size.

“You’re spreading me so wide, fuck…”

You found it hard to move as she was too tight. Her pussy felt like a vice grip that held on to your cock so tightly.

“You’re so fucking tight!” You groan loudly as you could feel yourself collapsing on top of her.

“Oh yeah? Tighter than your bitch of a girlfriend?” She taunts you. If you weren’t buried so deep inside her, you would have been offended. But now that you could feel her pussy hugging every inch of her cock, you could easily say that Jennie is the tightest woman you had ever fucked so far. Even your girlfriend pales in comparison.

“Can you start f– f… fucking me now?” She stutters, struggling to form coherent words.

You comply.

You slowly pull your cock out from her, but as soon as half of your cockhead gets a peek of daylight you bury yourself yet again, causing Jennie to dig her nails deep into your back.

Again, you pull, and push.

Again.

And again.

Until you build a slow but steady rhythm that allowed Jennie to adjust to your size. Both of you were moaning messes, quick huffed breaths, and both partaking in the sinful pleasure of each other’s body.

Before you entered her apartment, you wondered why Jennie got you so addicted. Now you had your answer. Now you didn’t have to ask twice.

Jennie always loved to take you deep inside her. She knew it was painful, but she loved your cock too much. She wraps her legs around your hips as you fuck her sensually, doing so while looking straight in her eyes with a burning desire to make yourself feel good.

Who knew her small hole could take a cock as big as yours. Jennie was always so damn proud about fucking such a big cock that she can’t help but share her sexual escapades with her peers, though careful enough not to spill your name.

You’re lucky enough that Rosé doesn’t see her so often, though she knows that Jennie is an acquaintance of yours. She doesn’t have a single clue that Jennie is your fuckbuddy.

Your phone rings from within the pocket of your hoodie. You heard it, you knew it was your girlfriend. But you had no intention of answering it. If you did, what were you going to tell her anyway? That you’re balls deep inside Jennie? Fuck no. That would mean the end of your relationship.

You loved Rosé so much, but Jennie always hogs you to herself, eager to pull you away from your girlfriend.

Call the woman selfish, but it is what it is. Jennie loves fucking you. And as much as you hate to admit, you love fucking her too.

“You fuck me so good, daddy~ That’s why I don’t want any other cock fucking me.”

“I only want yours.”

Her words feed your ego even more. Your phone rang continuously, but you are too engrossed in the pleasure Jennie’s tight cunt is giving you that your brain didn’t register the loud ringing of your phone.

Instead, you suddenly pull out of Jennie’s pussy, much to her surprise, and flip her so she’s lying face front of the bed.

Her ass displays itself, and it doesn’t need any introduction. You give it a hard slap, causing Jennie to gasp in half pain half pleasure. And you didn’t give her time to relax as you bury yourself yet again, but now from behind. Her eyes shut close as you suddenly piston your cock in and out of her so fast, moans leaving her mouth as frequent as her breathing. Wet slapping sounds caused by your hips hitting her round ass fill her apartment unit along with her loud moans.

She isn’t as noisy as your girlfriend who literally screams at the pleasure of your cock, but Jennie makes up for her enthusiasm and raw skill. Not to mention her significantly deeper voice that screamed femme fatale all throughout.

“Fuck… You’re so deep inside me, daddy…”

You Jennie’s head up with her hair from behind and grab it to violently kiss her lips. She was flexible enough to allow herself to twist her body to meet your lips. Heck if she wasn’t even flexible she’d still be trying her best to contort her body just so she could kiss you while you fuck her from behind.

“I– I hope your b– bitch walks in and sees you f–… f… fucking m… me hard…” She says against your lips.

You wanted to slap her cute little face for insulting your girlfriend but didn’t find the strength to as you’re quickly losing your strength to the pleasure of your cock being buried deep in her pussy.

“Fuck you!” You swear out loud and pull yourself out of her so violently. Your cock leaving her pussy gave her a wave of disappointment that was evident in the pout on her lips as she looked at you, confused. But you were quick to flip her over and pick her up from the bed.

Your rash and rather violent actions would scare other women out, turning them off in the process, but certainly not Jennie Kim.

She relishes in your roughness.

She loves it hard.

She loves it painful.

That’s why even when your grip on her thin body when you carry her up from the bed was too tight, she didn’t care. Instead, she wraps her legs around your hips and her arms around your neck, knowing all too well where this was going.

Again, you didn’t give her time to rest. You immediately speared your cock deep inside her again, fucking her hard and fast and using her tight little cunt to make you cum.

Her hair was a mess. Strands were all over the both of you, but that didn’t stop you from making out with her. Still, her moans escape her mouth even when you have sealed hers with yours.

You gripped on her round ass, slapping and squeezing it like some sort of stress ball. Her time at the gym certainly pays off well. And you can’t help but think if she works out to make herself look good for you.

“You love how my ass feels, daddy?” She asks so breathlessly.

“Mhm…” You could only hum.

“I work out in the gym to look good for you.”

“You do?”

“I do, daddy. Because I want you to know that I am yours. Please let me know that you are mine and only mine too…”

You couldn’t register her last sentence. Or maybe you just didn’t want to hear her sentimental woes. To you, she was nothing but a slut you loved to fuck. In fact, she is your favorite.

Thinking about that made you piston in and out of her even faster. You could feel a knot in your loins, and you knew that was your orgasm coming. But Jennie beats you to it.

When she orgasms, her arms that were around your neck tightened as she braces herself against your body. She tries to muffle her screams by burying her face in the crook of your neck.

Her pussy suddenly becomes impossibly tight, but you didn’t want to stop fucking her. You wanted to fuck her to your orgasm, and you knew Jennie always wanted your warm thick cum inside her. So you drill even faster, through her coursing orgasm.

You hug her even tighter to keep her stable as you slam yourself inside her. Her orgasm still persists and she’s already a quivering mess in your arms, as if she was convulsing.

“Cum inside me, daddy! I want that warm cum deep inside me!”

Her words encourage your impending orgasm and with one final thrust, you bury yourself as deep as you can as rope after rope of cum spews out of your cock and deep into Jennie’s tight cunt.

You both moan in pleasure, basking in each other’s naked body and enjoying the feel of raw sex and extreme lust.

Your cock didn’t stop at the third squirt and send more and more semen deep into your little slut’s pussy, leaking out as her pussy couldn’t accommodate both the volume of your cock and sperm.

“That feels so warm inside me, daddy.”

You aren’t able to reply. Jennie’s pussy was too much for your cock that was still so sensitive from the recent orgasm that you had. So you were careful not to pull out from her, or else it would have been painful for you.

You laid yourself gently on the bed with your back and Jennie wrapped in your strong arms on top of you. She was also careful not to move your cock that was still lodged inside her pussy. Instead, she kisses you so fervently, so lovingly?

Screw that.

She is your fuckbuddy.

Who the fuck develops feelings for their fuckbuddy?

Only a fool would.

Fuck.

You were so tired to even think straight.

And so you didn’t even bother slipping yourself out of her.

You fell asleep so fast with Jennie in your arms.

She too didn’t have the intention of getting herself off your dick. So she stays still on top of you, but she did manage to pull her sheets to cover both of your spent bodies, protecting yourselves from the cold of her air-conditioner.

She props herself up a bit and stares at your face. She couldn’t help but peck your lips. It was pulling her in.

“How I wish it were me instead of her.”

Jennie didn’t know where that came from. But at least you didn’t hear those words. That’s all that matters to her. She’s too much of a coward to even be frank with you.

So she follows you in deep slumber, burying her face on the pillow directly next to your cheek.

How she wishes you didn’t see her just as a mere fuckbuddy.

Deepest Darkest Secret 2: Mile High Club

The morning comes with a gentle breeze that kind of worsened the numbness of your right arm. She’s warm. So damn warm, and tiny.

When you finally open your eyes, you are then met with a blinding ray of sunshine that penetrated through the tinted windows of Jennie’s apartment. You hiss in a bit of agony and tried to shut your eyes tight again.

“Good morning.”

Hearing a raspy voice that came from the woman cuddled up beside you, you finally register Jennie’s presence.

“Morning.”

You try to open your eyes again, now avoiding the bright light. Your gaze turns to Jennie whose eyes flicker open with the passing seconds. You couldn’t help but admire such a young and beautiful woman cuddled up in your arms, fully bare and intimate. You both still had your legs entangled under the sheets.

“Wild night last night.”

Indeed it was, but probably more tame than the wildest.

“Were the windows opened last night?” You ask, a bit worried that her neighbors may have overheard their ‘deeds’.

“Hmmm…” Jennie looks at you with her usual cute sleepy expression. Then she erupts into a gummy smile. Then you knew her answer.

“Wow. You’re going to get a noise complaint.” You flick your tongue and shake your head in disagreement.

“Their problem.” She replies nonchalantly and snuggles closer to your chest, planting soft and immaculate kisses with her supple lips.

“Do you have things to do today?” She asks, her voice muffled against your chest.

You didn’t really know, but you are aware that today is a Saturday. Probably stay at home and chill? You suddenly thought of your phone.

Regretfully. You untangle yourselves from the comforts of Jennie’s arms and went over your hoodie in search for your phone. And when you finally grabbed it with your hand, you are surprised to see over 20 missed calls and countless messages from none other than your girlfriend.

Your eyes widen in panic and the spell of sleep that loomed over you suddenly disappears as you gather your clothes and put them on.

Jennie’s eyes follow you. She has already seated herself at the edge of her bed and currently scantily covered by her thick comforter. Jennie knew where you are going, and she had some kind of look in her eyes, a sad one? But you didn’t see it. She didn’t want you to see it.

“I have to go now, Jen.” You say as you finally put on your hoodie over your head. Then you look over to the small woman whose usual elated personality has dwindled down to that of a passive one.

She met your eyes. And not being any wiser, you just thought that she was still heavily under the influence of sleep.

“Alright.” She answers briefly, still unmoving and just eyeing your every move.

“I’ll text you.”

“You better.”

You chuckle lightly. You honestly thought that Jennie was a bit of a dominatrix, but the nights you spent with her proved otherwise. Now, she’s just a little baby to you who tries to act all tough and cold.

“I’ll see you soon, Jen.”

She smiles lightly and winks at you, her expression somehow brightened up a bit.

“Thanks for last night, Y/N.”

“I enjoyed it too…” You answer before turning your heels towards the door and exit Jennie’s apartment without second thought, leaving the little woman to herself.

Jennie slumps her shoulders down with a sigh. She then props herself up to slip on a bathrobe to at least cover herself up before she starts her daily duties. But before doing so, she heads over to her desktop computer and turns it on. As she waits for it to boot up, she makes herself a cup of strong coffee to aid her eyes in trying to stay up. She still felt sore—her limbs and obviously, her pussy.

She smiles as memories of last night fill her mind with every sip of the coffee she does.

Her computer finally boots up and she logs in to her local network which controlled most of her apartment’s ‘Internet of Things’ functionality. She clicks on a specific folder with an expression comparable to that of a kid buying ice cream from an ice cream truck. Her smile widens even more as she plays a video file that looked all too familiar.

It is a video of last night.

Jennie’s moans could be heard so clearly along with yours. Wet slapping sounds and the bed’s springs creaking could also be heard.

Jennie bites her lip before taking a huge sip of her coffee, then soon after, an audible gasp of satisfaction.

“You’ll never be able to escape me, Y/N.”

As soon as you arrived home, you called your girlfriend and made up huge lies. You had been so used to lying to her that it almost seemed so normal for you to do so.

“Baby… Where were you? I was so worried?”

Hearing her voice certainly made you soft and obviously guilty. You felt a pang on your chest, but you didn’t let it get through you and persisted with your lie.

“I fell asleep, baby… I woke up just now. I’m really sorry.” You choke inaudibly. You were thankful that your skin was thick enough to lie almost so perfectly smooth.

“Can I come over? I wanted to see you last night. But I didn’t want to crash your place.”

Her cute little whine struck you even more as you felt electricity travel throughout your nerves, making you feel weak.

“Sure… I can’t wait to see you.”

Rosé drops the call and you immediately rush to take a shower, desperately trying to rub yourself off the filth that you felt. You didn’t want your girlfriend to see spots that Jennie may have made on you, and you’re lucky enough this time that the sly vixen didn’t leave you marks that needed to be concealed.

You really hated how Jennie had power over you, and you had tried numerous times to get her off your trail, but whenever you did, she always threatened to tell your girlfriend, and that would be the last thing you would ever want. You love Rosé too much and don’t want her to leave you.

You clench your teeth as you think of the biggest regret you ever had in your life—getting entangled with the seductress that is Jennie Kim.

Rosé soon arrives with eco bags on both arms, which were dropped on the foyer of your house as she lunges herself forward to engulf you in her arms. She looked so excited and gorgeous, as always. You reciprocate the hug and feel the same warmth she felt whenever you both initiated skin ship.

She was always so forward with you, even more evident now as she looks up to you and cups both of your cheeks then pulls you in for a deep and passionate kiss. The door was still open, but both of you didn’t mind.

When she pulls away, she stares at you and suddenly glares then pinches your cheeks with much effort.

“Yahhh!” You yelp out in pain.

“You deserve that for making me worried.” She scoffs. But her expression immediately lightens, confusing the hell out of you. “So you’re going to be spending the weekend with me.”

She made it sound like a punishment, but to you, it was more of a romantic deed. Rosé certainly is a clingy little Aussie, and you can’t wait to spend the entire weekend with her. But in the back of your mind, worry starts to creep up.

The weekend went over dilemma-free. Rosé was mostly cuddled up beside you while the two of you initiated a 12-hour long movie marathon consisting mostly of Disney Musicals. Your ears have been heavily blessed every time your girlfriend sings along with the characters, then looks at you and pours her whole heart in the song. You couldn’t wish for a better way to spend your weekend than to spend it with the person who’s more or less the love of your life.

You are now currently walking along the jet bridge with your luggage in tow. You always garnered the attention of most of the female flight attendants in the same flight as yours considering your well-sculpted features and buff exterior.

Despite the flight that you had ahead of you, your thoughts are still heavily focused on how the hell you are going to rid yourself off Jennie. You thought of ways to do so, but they all seem so futile. You weren’t supposed to be like this before a flight, but your worries always eat you up. Thankfully the captain taps on your shoulder, momentarily distracting you from the stream of thoughts flowing through your mind.

“Rough morning?”

“I did, Capt.” You answer as you shake your head to rid yourself off those thoughts.

“I assume you have already prepared for the flight, like how you always should.”

“Of course. I wouldn’t give this up for the world.” You answer, and you are quite relieved to see your captain’s face light up in satisfaction.

“Good! Now stop thinking about your problems and focus on getting us to Los Angeles.”

The captain shakes your shoulder with a firm hand. You smile politely and decided to flush all thoughts down to the back of your mind for the duration of your flight.

“Wait. Did you read the email from the company last week?”

“’Have a fresh cut and shave for today’s flight’ and ‘bring your best uniform’?” You chuckle at such a request. Though, you’re already kind of used to that request from the head office. You and your captain are the most visually-pleasing pilots in the company, so you’d always be chosen to pose for company marketing.

“Well, you’re still on my good side.”

The captain states before minding his own business, but not before giving you a thumb up.

You board the plane and immediately start with the checklists. 360 check under the summer heat didn’t really sound that comfortable for you but it was a requirement, and you wouldn’t skip it even if it was raining.

“They got some models to replace our flight attendants for the shoot. They make it sound as if our cabin crew are not shoot-worthy?” This captain is really a bit of a chatterbox, but you weren’t complaining. It did aide you in your boredom, and your captain seem to never run out of things to talk about.

“Marketing matters, so it doesn’t really concern us,” you reply.

“Personal question for you though, are you dating someone?”

“Yup.”

The captain nods and chuckles to himself.

“Pretty much explains why you’re not even batting your eyes at those young women vying for your attention. I admire your faithfulness. Keep it that way.”

The passengers have already boarded, and you were more than relieved that the boarding process went by so quickly and that weather forecast predicted a jet stream in favor of your route to LA.

Taxiing to the runway also didn’t take long as there were only a few flights at this time. And so the plane takes off without a hitch under your control, leaving the smoothly paved surface along with the mess of thoughts inside your head.

Little did you know that those problems still managed to board your aircraft.

That problem literally boarded your aircraft.

Jennie Kim relaxes herself in her private first class suite, sipping on a glass of champagne and smirking to herself as she formulates a plan to humor herself in this boring-ass flight.

She was one of your airline’s model of choice. And she had already modeled for your airline countless times. She is then reminded of the first time she met you which was over a year ago at a photoshoot in Paris. She followed you to the bar, formally introduced herself, and probably had too much drinks which led to your first night together.

You stretch your arms as you stand up from your seat, eager to leave it to the hands of your relief pilot. You immediately make your way out of the cockpit and towards the bar at the middle of the plane to take non-alcoholic refreshments before doing shut-eye.

You pass by the first class suites and glance on the closed doors that you thought to be excessive and unnecessary for travel. But hey, at least they’re still paying for your salary, which came to be a lot.

Upon reaching the mini bar, you are greeted by the cabin crew in duty with glimmering eyes and a bright smile, obviously delighted by your presence.

She gives you your order and you flash her a smile and a small thank you before heading off to your secret bunk.

You walk over through the first class suites and took a quick sip from the bottle of fresh orange juice that the flight attendant gave you. But the bottle almost leaves your hand when you felt yourself being dragged inside a suite. You couldn’t yelp out in fear of startling the other passengers. Deep down, you were annoyed and surprised that someone would do this. But when you look up to see who this person happened to be, you are even more surprised that your jaw drops to the floor.

“Hi, Y/N.”

“Jennie?”

She locks the door and presses the ‘Do not disturb’ button.

“You didn’t reply to my texts. Were you trying to avoid me?”

Your throat stiffens, rendering you unable to answer her question.

“I knew you were,” she chuckles bitterly and rolls her eyes before giving you a playful but menacing stare. “I was about to send a text to Rosé but I heard your name through the intercom,” she shows you her phone, displayed in it is a draft message in your girlfriend’s DMs.

You tried to snatch the phone away, but Jennie was too quick for your own good.

“You’re going to have to make up to me,” she swipes her tongue and winks at you, giving away her intentions for today.

“I’m at work, Jen,” you try to shut her off, but then she shows her phone to you again.

“I know you want me, Y/N.”

The frustration builds up inside you again. She was right, but it’s not like you have to give in to your desires just because a smoking hot woman is turning the hell out of you.

“We c–“

“Nuh uh…” Jennie shushes you with a finger to your lips. Shen then throws her phone to her side and saunters closer to you. She’s a whole foot shorter than you but she makes it seem like she’s the bigger person with more control.

“Isn’t this one of your fantasies—fucking in-flight?” Jennie pulls you by your tie, almost catching you off balance. She tiptoes and looks at you straight in the eyes. Her lips graze over your dry ones. She licks your lips with her sinfully moist tongue.

Your self-control is yet again at the point of destruction and you could only hope that Jennie won’t persist. You knew your career was at the line.

“Stop acting like you don’t want to fuck me hard and deep right now.”

You close your eyes as you consult your inner conscience. You try to filter out anything that comes out of Jennie’s dirty mouth, but being a simple man, who could resist Jennie?

And so, from a skeptical stance, you drop your bottle of juice and hold Jennie by her neck, pushing her head up to meet yours.

“You better be quiet,” you warn her with a stern voice. You thought you could scare her, but Jennie never backs down from authority. Instead, it turns her on.

“I can’t guarantee that, daddy.”

You scoff, and then you bend forward to meet her lips. But you weren’t going to do it her way. Instead, you dive straight to her neck and suck on the smooth fragrant skin.

A soundless moan escapes Jennie’s lips, almost freaking you out at the thought that someone passing by could have heard her. No one knocked, so you continue on feeding your desires.

Jennie bends her head up to make her neck more accessible, you thank her for that. But kisses to the neck don’t really offer much to both of you, so you slip Jennie’s purple jacket off her. You don’t miss out on indulging yourself with every inch of her shoulder being slowly revealed to you.

Her jacket finally comes off, leaving Jennie in her bowed low cut crop top blouse that hugged her tight curves so closely. She really didn’t shy out in showing herself off, which really didn’t surprise you. You have had sex with her in your car parked by the mall, heck you even fucked her in a tight dressing room.

You tear your lips from Jennie’s skin as you strip her off her top, impatiently doing so. You were quite anxious to get over with the deed as your captain may come looking for you the more time you spent busting a nut.

Much to your surprise, Jennie didn’t even wear a bra. Heck she made it really easy for you today.

“For the record, I didn’t know that you were going to fly with me today. But you should know that I really don’t like wearing bras.”

A smirk forms on your face. You take a few seconds to recover from such a sight. Her pink tips sat proudly at the peaks of her mounds. They were perky, and really soft to the touch. It seemed as if you had memorized every part of her body because you could describe how she feels even without touching her.

But imagining things wouldn’t escalate the situation, so you dive in to her chest as Jennie lies back on her bed-like seat.

Her small delicate hands didn’t miss out on the action, immediately grabbing on both sides of your head as she tries to pull you closer and closer to her.

She spreads her legs wide open, and you press your body closer to her, at the same time, your crotch presses to hers, letting her breathe out a delicate moan that you swore someone could have heard.

“Take your pants off,” you command whilst still enjoying Jennie’s wanton body, bare to the chest and warm to the touch. Your mouth never once leaving her nipples as you suck on them like a baby drinking milk from its mommy.

Jennie complies almost immediately and slips herself off her pants and panties without bothering you that much. Her skill surprises you a bit, but not to the point of snatching your attention away from the treat you’re currently devouring so skillfully—flicking and circling your tongue around her beautiful and perky nubs.

Jennie’s eyes shut close as you began grinding your clothed crotched with her naked one, rendering her weak and wet down under. She bites her lip in an attempt to stifle her moans, somehow already quite terrified that the two of you may get caught doing such a lewd act in a relatively public place. Still, it turns Jennie on.

“Fuck me now, daddy.”

She commands.

No.

It sounded more like a request.

You now had Jennie under control. Yet again, Jennie’s dominatrix demeanor is just a front that she exudes anywhere else except when she’s pinned down and ravaged by you.

You disregard her request since you had plans of your own. You wanted to satisfy your burning desire that got turned on with the flick of a switch. And in simple terms, with the sight of Jennie’s bare petite body pinned underneath yours.

Jennie felt hot even with the freezing temperature of the aircraft’s fuselage. You wonder, even as a pilot, why airplanes are set to such cold temperatures, but that thought doesn’t concern you this time. Your burning touch melts the theoretical frost that has crusted Jennie’s skin.

You tear yourself away from her beautiful tits, and take the time to admire the ethereal being splayed on the seat with nothing but her light make up on.

When she opens her eyes, she does with so much potency. Her gaze could burn holes through you. Her parted plump lips demanded to be kissed, but one part of her always trumps out the rest—that is her glorious pink pussy.

You dive in to her like you always did, not giving her any time to react. You ran your tongue in long and slow licks, tasting her juices that leak out so freely from her core.

You can argue that she probably has the best pussy that you ever had. The thought of comparing your girlfriend to her may seem taboo, but Jennie makes it so easy to choose that Rosé doesn’t even come close.

Jennie’s breathing hitches, terrifying you with her long and labored moans that sounded too loud for comfort. But you didn’t halt your conquest. Instead, you grabbed on to her lacy panties, crumpled it to a fistful, and literally shoved it right inside her noisy mouth.

Your action surprises her. But she expects nothing but the wildest whenever you’re with her. So she decides to test you even more, making you wonder if she really cared about getting caught.

As your tongue slowly draws small circles on Jennie’s clit, her hips twitch in pleasure. Your strong hands hold your meal in place, and you slowly gyrate your mouth around her cunt, creating more friction that brought more and more pleasure to Jennie.

“Ughh… Y/N… You eat me so good…”

“Shut it.”

Her voice may have been muffled by the piece of cloth lodged inside her mouth but she’s still as noisy as ever. You wonder how you are going to tame this woman. But truth be told, you’re never going to tame her. She may appear to be under your control, but she always has the upper hand.

She doesn’t shut up.

So you tear your mouth from her cunt and stood up from your crouched position. Then you look down on Jennie whose face was painted in disappointment.

You remove the piece of lace lodged in her mouth to make room for the next stage. But you didn’t have the same plan as her. You wanted to get this quickly over with.

“Get my cock ready.”

And like a little puppy running towards its treat, Jennie immediately lunges forward with elation in her features. Her delicate fingers skillfully unbuckle your belt and pants so quickly. And as Jennie pulls your pants down, your erect cock springs out of its constraints, lightly slapping the side of Jennie’s cheek.

Her eyes widen, like she always did. She never seemed to get used to your size, but she loves how big you get whenever she wraps her hands around your thick meat.

“It’s so big, daddy…”

Jennie sticks out her tongue and licks the tip of your cock, earning a stifled groan from you. You try your best to remain upright, but your knees weaken with every lick that Jennie executes.

Her two small hands grip your shaft, holding on tight while her tongue swirls circles at the tip, eventually using her mouth to pleasure you.

She always had difficulty in taking you all inside her, but her determination enables her to do so with surprising ease, as if her mouth had increased in size just to be able to take your cock in.

It didn’t take long for Jennie to build up a steady rhythm. Her hands with a corkscrew motion and her head bobbing forward and backward. You really needed to grip on something to keep yourself upright.

Being the gentleman that you are, though not all the time with Jennie, you gather up her hair in a ponytail to give her ease in sucking you off. Her neck and shoulder line are to be seen, moist with a thin layer of sweat. You wanted to lick it, but you didn’t want to do it Jennie’s way.

As much as Jennie enjoyed devouring her meal, you suddenly pulled your cock out of her mouth and forcefully turned her around with all fours on her seat. You didn’t give her time to react as you line the tip of your saliva-coated cock on Jennie’s glistening cunt.

You tease her pussy with the tip of your shaft, drawing lines and circles on her entrance, further lathering your cock with her slick juices that seem to leak out of Jennie so easily.

To say that Jennie had a wonderful body was an understatement. She had probably the most proportional body structure amongst everyone you’d fucked. Her ass, upraised in her current position with her head buried on the sheets of her seat, is standing proudly. You wanted to slap it, but other passengers may hear you. Instead, you slowly sheath your throbbing cock inch by inch inside Jennie.

The tiny woman buries her face even more in an attempt to muffle her moans of pleasure. It was becoming extremely hard for her to stay quiet as your cock explores the deepest parts of her.

“Fuck…”

You groan, still trying to adjust to the uniformly tight cavern of velvety muscle that is Jennie’s pussy. Her warmth is unexplainable and your body quivers at the sensation of movement.

Jennie grips on the sheets, bracing herself for the pleasure that’s about to come when she feels you slowly withdraw your shaft from within her.

“Ohhh, daddy…”

Her muffled moans somehow give you the motivation to build up a steady rhythm, eliminating the fear you had of getting caught. Though, you still wanted to be careful since your career is on the line now. Getting caught would mean the end of it. But Jennie’s pussy was begging to be fucked, and you weren’t one to keep the woman hanging.

And so you push deep inside her, making Jennie’s body tense up, trying to bottle up her emotions. When you pull back, she exhales, thinking you were going to give her leeway, but you weren’t going to do so.

Jennie has made your life challenging—hiding your secret rendezvous from Rosé and risky public fucking. And here you are, 30,000 feet up the air but deep inside the woman who has possibly made your life hell in heaven.

“Fuck, Jennie…”

You groan to the pleasure Jennie’s pussy is giving you. Your slow but steady rhythm ironically gave you more pleasure than your rough sessions. Was it because of the looming thought that you might get caught buried deep inside Jennie? You didn’t bother thinking about it as your mind is literally caught up and focused on using Jennie’s body to your own pleasure.

You bend forward to pull Jennie’s body up. She flinches at your sudden movement and fought back, afraid that her moans might be heard by passersby.

“Put me down, Y/N”

You don’t reply, but your hands snake up towards her torso and over her bare mounds, bouncing up and down with every push you strike into her.

Her body was all sweaty, but you didn’t care. You also needed your controlled rest as the second-in-command of this flight, but that thought escapes your mind too.

You suck on the skin in the crook of Jennie’s neck, hard enough to create blotches on her flawless skin. But you knew Jennie was just going to show them off proudly, which admittedly boosts up your ego.

“Yes… Y/N… Fuck me hard…”

She whispers. You didn’t want to comply, but your cock is literally the center of your consciousness right now. You weren’t even aware that you had built up a rough rhythm that send shivers all over Jennie’s skin.

“Just like that…”

She whispers yet again, but this time, she turns her head so that she can see you.

Pleasure literally painted your whole face. You found it hard to open your eyes, or even close your mouth. Jennie found it hot.

“Kiss me…”

Kiss her, you did. She was flexible enough to take you from behind but still manage to contort herself just to taste your lips while taking you deep inside her.

“You like fucking me at work?”

You didn’t want to answer, but your movements gave you away, the way you upped your pace gave you away.

Jennie certainly won this time—like she had as always.

“Let’s cum together, daddy.”

You were thankful that Jennie was finally letting you have your release. Your worries were increasing exponentially the more you indulged yourself in the pleasure of Jennie’s body.

So you flip Jennie’s body so that she is now facing you. You grab her left leg and placed it over your shoulder then immediately started fucking her hard like she requested.

Her pussy is even tighter in this position. Jennie loved the way it felt, your cock penetrating her even deeper and hitting her clit for even more pleasure.

“Just like that…. Keep fucking me, daddy… I’m close.”

And you were close too. So you muster up the remaining strength and determination you have left in your body, clenching your teeth in an attempt to hold yourself back before Jennie cums. You wanted her to cum first as you wanted to feel the vice-grip-like tightness she had whenever she cums.

You could already feel her close at her peak as her pussy begins to tighten around your cock, paired with a spasm that sent varying amounts of pressure on different parts of your cock. She is tightest during this time.

“Fuck, daddy… I’m cumming…….”

“I’m cumming too, Jennie…”

You groan, but crash your lips on Jennie so as to muffle both of your moans.

“HMMM…”

You cum your hardest. Ropes of thick and sticky semen enter into the deepest parts of Jennie, almost draining your balls down to the brim as you are still fully sheathed inside her.

When you leave her lips, Jennie immediately covers her mouth with both of her hands, trying her best to block out any possibilities of sounds from coming out of her mouth.

Her pussy is still gripping on to your cock, making it almost impossible for you to pull out of her, not that you even wanted to.

You just let your orgasm ride out, watching Jennie as she also does the same.

She really looked even more beautiful now, accentuated by the afterglow of sex and a sheen of sweat coating her smooth milky skin.

Cum had leaked out from her pussy, painting her thighs with stains of hot white cum. But neither of you cared. Kissing her seemed to be the only thought you had in mind, your mind too consumed in everything Jennie—her delicious body, supple lips, and most importantly, Jennie.

Jennie…

She has wrapped you around her little finger, and you didn’t know that there was no escape, no return to wherever you came from. From the moment you first met her, your fate had been sealed. Jennie claimed you are hers. And hers, you will be.

Your return to the cockpit after 3 hours of controlled rest in your private quarters was accompanied by a barrage of conversation from your captain, questioning you of your whereabouts 30 minutes before you entered the private quarters.

You weren’t really keen in answering them truthfully, instead, you bluffed, saying that you just roamed around the aircraft.

The captain had a knowing look in his face, bringing a bit of panic in your system.

“Been there, done that,” he says with a smirk before erupting in laughter. Then he taps on your shoulder with a firm palm. “Just make sure you don’t get caught.”

His words didn’t really give you a sign of relief, but you were happy enough that he’s letting you off the hook.

And so you continue on with the flight, trying your best to get Jennie off your head.

Touchdown in LA.

You found Jennie waiting for you by the exit of the large arrival terminal. You notice she had a change in outfit, a white blouse with bell sleeves and pair of acid washed jeans. You halted your steps as you stare in awe at how Jennie manages to look amazing in such a simple outfit.

“Girlfriend?” Your captain butts in yet again, somehow getting into your nerves, but you needed his favor to gain seniority.

“No, Capt.”

He furrows his brows, but immediately gets the idea with a sly smile.

“She’s one of the models for the photoshoot.”

He walks away leaving you with a looming sense of doom.

3 days and 2 nights with Jennie in this country, away from your girlfriend, is surely going to be one hell of an interesting layover.

‘To hell with it.’

You sigh and stepped forward, trying to avoid Jennie, but she immediately latches on to you so naturally.

“No one knows us here, so I’m going to stick close to you.”

She proclaims. Her words brought shivers to your spine, and you knew right away that Jennie wasn’t going to leave your side for even a second in your time here in LA.

You decide to just go with the flow, even with the thought of your girlfriend punishing your conscience so greatly.

Deepest Darkest Secret 3: Intimate

True to her words, Jennie never left your side even once. Her pre-booked hotel suite only had the silence to occupy it.

Your plane had arrived at 3 in the morning. Jennie hailed an Uber for the both of you, so you weren’t able to ride with the company cars.

As soon as the two of you got in the car, she pounced on you nonstop. You had no defense as you were physically worn out, so you just let her be, hoping that she’ll get tired of not being given any attention.

Indeed you were correct.

Her whines reduced to that of nothing, just the radio filling the sedan with ambient music to help the occupants inside relax.

Jennie clang on to you so tightly. She leaned on your arm and her fingers were intertwined with yours?

You had never held her hand so gently before. You had always been so straightforward with whatever you were about to do to her. But in instances like this, you didn’t know Jennie was capable of being so innocent. She almost seemed like a different woman, reserved and ladylike.

You lean your head on the headrest and let out an audible sigh. You never expected Jennie to be in the same flight with you, let alone spend the next two nights with her in your hotel room. You’re certain that she’ll be keeping you awake for most of the time.

But Rosé.

Yes. You haven’t updated her yet. So you grab your phone with haste and typed in your message. However, your fingers tremble despite knowing full well what you wanted to say to her. It seemed as if part of you wanted to tell Rosé the truth that you’re sleeping with someone that is not her. Yet again, being selfish, you keep it to yourself with the excuse that you love Rosé too much that you don’t want to lose her, even if it meant hurting her.

It took a lot of you to even press send. Another lie is fed onto her. How long are you going to keep this up? You didn’t know.

You glance over to your side and saw Jennie sleeping soundly and clinging on to you. She looked cute, a complete contrast to the strongwoman that she tries to exude when her eyes are open.

You wonder why you had come across with someone like her because it seemed like a punishment to you. You rarely spend time with your girlfriend these days, and the fear of getting caught grows exponentially by the passing days.

This devil of a woman surely lives up to her name, yet you can’t help but say otherwise, especially when she looks so peaceful and tame while sleeping beside you.

A stray thought came to mind, about Jennie being your…

‘Fuck.’

You curse your mind for even thinking of that. There’s no way in the world that you’re going to date this woman when you have Rosé.

Still, you could feel something whenever you’re with her, you can’t deny that. It’s even more evident now that she’s powerless while deep in slumber. She looks fragile, making you want to engulf her in your arms. But you knew better than giving in to your fickle mind.

You arrive in your hotel with a sleepy Jennie in tow. She clang to your arm again while you search for your hotel room.

“Are we there yet?” Jennie asks, her voice raspy and heavy with sleep.

“No.”

A few seconds later, she asks again.

“Are we there yet?”

“No.”

For a second, you thought she’d stop asking. But she proves you wrong.

“Are we there yet?”

You felt kind of annoyed, so you stop in your tracks, waking Jennie up in surprise. She jerks up and her eyes flicker.

You turn to her and saw the exhaustion in her eyes.

Turns out she was sleepwalking.

So you calm your mind and grabbed her hand with yours, making a beeline to the end the corridor to where you presume your room to be.

You tap the keycard and opened the door, gently tugging on Jennie to enter the room with you. You’re kind enough to take care of her luggage, which was twice the size of yours.

Jennie shoots straight for the bed and immediately buries herself in the fluffy sheets. She didn’t even bother taking her sandals off. You’re confused as to who this woman might be. She really doesn’t seem like the plain old but flirty and high class Jennie. This woman seems like a careless little teenager who doesn’t have a single care in the world.

It amuses you to see another side of Jennie.

So when you lock the door behind you after towing both of your bags in, you take Jennie’s sandals off, lift her up a bit so that she’s lying on the bed with her head on the pillow, and drape the sheets on her. You sit for a while on the side of the bed and stare at her face.

You had never asked for someone like Jennie. She was making your life so hard, and due to your stupid mistake in Paris, she has never let you off even once. You wanted to beat yourself for being entangled in this woman when you could have spent nights cuddling with your girlfriend.

You wonder how Jennie could look so angelic yet so devious. She was someone you just couldn’t control no matter how much you tried to. You wanted to seek revenge. Many times you had the opportunity to, but she makes you weak. Any attempts you made are futile when you soften your exterior towards her.

You didn’t realize that your right hand was already on Jennie’s cheek, with your thumb grazing on her bubbly cheeks. You thought you’d never be able to look at her so fondly, so tame.

Upon realizing that you weren’t really supposed to do this, you pull your hand back with the thought of Rosé waiting for your call.

So you step out of the bed and into the balcony, shutting the sliding doors close when you step out of the cold room and into the significantly humid and warm outdoors of LA.

You immediately put your girlfriend on Facetime, eager to cleanse both your mind and heart from the confusion and conflict between your conscience and frivolous mind.

“Hi baby…”

There she is, with her beautiful face, long blonde hair, and Aussie accent. You felt as if a wind of clarity has washed over you, making you realize yet again that Rosé is the one that you’re meant to be with.

The woman sleeping inside your hotel room didn’t matter to you now.

“Hey beautiful.”

“I almost thought you forgot about me,” she whines, making you even softer. But the guilt inside you increases tenfold.

“Forget you? How could I do that?”

You almost choke on your words, and you wonder if Rosé saw the tension on your face when you hesitated to spurt out another greasy one-liner that you blurted out to mask the truth wanting to burst out.

“You always called me while on the way to your hotel.”

Then it hit you.

You didn’t really think of your routine as something that came off from your mind. Calling her while on the car to the hotel seemed like the most natural thing that your heart would tell you, yet you weren’t able to, mainly because of one specific vixen clinging on to you like you were hers.

You struggle to form a reply, looking dumbfounded.

“It’s alright, baby… I know you’re tired.”

Rosé had always been considerate of you, tonight is no exception. You’re tired, that’s a fact. But that isn’t the reason why you weren’t able to call her. You wanted to rebut, but she had already made herself believe that was the reason.

“I guess I am,” you reply weakly, downcast, and holding yourself back from bursting out.

“Hmmm… I’ll sing a song for you then.”

Your face lights up almost immediately, like how it always does whenever your girlfriend sings songs for you right before bed time.

You close your eyes as you feel the melody of her voice, so soft, sweet, and angelic. It touches your soul, and you feel relieved that you have her for a girlfriend—which actually worsens your guilt.

You end your call after her third song, after Rosé ushered you to sleep since you’re feeling tired and it’s almost 4am already. You bid your goodnight and sent her kisses to sleep.

You walk back inside the room and pause for a bit to look at the beautiful but dangerous mistake you had in your hotel bed, sleeping soundly and looking so powerless. You debate whether you should check in another room, but you chose not to since you are fatigued. So you headed for the couch after you slipped on a bathrobe to cover your casually-clothed body.

The couch may not be nice to sleep on, but at least you’re away from the vixen occupying your bed. You certainly had enough of your liaisons and you’re only keeping up with her just so she won’t tell your girlfriend.

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The morning came with a loud booming thunder. You’re surprised to wake up with strands of long hair scattered all over your face. You knew right away that Jennie had cuddled with you whilst you were asleep. Perhaps she was afraid of the thunder? You could care less. But Jennie snuggles herself even closer with every passing thunder.

You drift back to sleep, unable to garner neither the physical nor mental strength to push her away from you.

You wake up hours later to the sound of your phone ringing annoyingly loud. You curse whoever may have called you. But you reach over your phone which was on the table just next to your head. You see your captain’s name displayed on the phone, so you immediately clear your throat to rub the sleepiness off your voice before answering the phone.

“Y/N, where are you? Care to join us for lunch?”

Right. You forgot about that casual appointment. But given that it was casual, you chose to skip the appointment since you felt weak.

“I’m sorry but I’ll skip, Capt. I’m feeling under the weather today.”

“Alright. You better rest up for the photoshoot tomorrow. Hope you’re not doing any foolishness behind my back.”

You chuckle. You’re so close to the source of all your foolishness.

“Certainly not.”

You drop the call and place your phone back on the table. You feel Jennie move against your chest, her head peeking up from under the sheets to look at you. Her eyes slowly flutter open accompanied by a long and deep yawn.

“What time is it?” She asks, her voice still heavy with sleep.

“1pm.”

“Pretty late. Wanna grab lunch?”

“I’m kind of tired, actually.”

“But I’m hungry,” she whines, pouting with sleepy puppy eyes. You really hated to admit that she affected you in some way.

“Then go eat by yourself.”

Jennie’s brows furrow, her whines grow louder as the seconds pass by. You weren’t budging, so she stands up and straddles you in between her legs.

“Yah… It’s still early,” you complain with the sudden addition of weight on your waist.

“It’s time for lunch, mister. And you better accompany me or else there will be consequences,” she warns, raising a brow and taunting you to make a decision.

You found it hard to keep a straight face. Jennie’s serious expression still looked so adorable no matter how much she tried to intimidate you.

“And what are those consequences?” You ask out of curiosity. Though you only wanted to tease her even more.

“You’ll be sleeping on the couch for the rest of our stay here,” she pokes on your chest with her stiff but short index finger. You chuckle at her attempt of intimidation. You certainly didn’t care that you’ll be sleeping on the couch, which actually benefits you more.

“I’d love that,” you smirk and let out an annoying chuckle, riling up the woman on top of you.

“Then I’ll be keeping all the key cards to myself,” she replies aggressively, raising another brow in another attempt of intimidation.

“Then I’ll be checking in another room,” you shrug nonchalantly, amused by the look on Jennie’s face.

“You leave me no choice,” she states with a sigh of defeat as she hops off you and heads to the dresser table. She seemed to be looking for something, though you weren’t really sure what.

“I’ll be keeping this.”

Your wallet.

You immediately rose from your position, now already making your way closer to Jennie to grab your poor wallet away from her tiny thieving hands.

“My wallet? Seriously, Jen?”

“Do as I say, then you’ll have your wallet back before we leave LA.”

You breathe a deep sigh. You knew that Jennie has more weapons in her arsenal than just your wallet. Though, you also knew that a part of you somehow wanted to spend time with her, even if you didn’t want to acknowledge it.

“Fine,” you disarm yourself and head to the bathroom to take a shower. You didn’t see the way Jennie’s face beamed in satisfaction, as if she had been pining for your presence—which in fact she did.

Right when you were about to shut the door to the bathroom close, you felt a tug on your arm.

“Can I join you?”

You hesitate.

This certainly isn’t the first time she has ever showered with you. Most of the mornings that you woke up together, bare bodies and limbs entangled, you’d always shower at the same time.

You knew why you hesitated.

You wanted out.

You wanted nothing to do with Jennie.

You wanted to turn her off in the hopes of finally getting her off your track.

You knew that there’s something different about her.

A feeling that surpasses that of a mere fuckbuddy.

Rosé.

You shake your head off, with the thought of your girlfriend frowning at the sight of you naked in the shower with a woman that is not herself. You cleared your thoughts not at the fear of not getting your wallet back but because of something else that you didn’t want to acknowledge.

“Alright.”

You removed your hand from the knob and headed straight to the tub and prepared it not only for yourself but also for Jennie.

Hearing your affirmation, Jennie is extremely elated. She frolics her way to you, immediately hugging you from the back and causing you to flinch.

You could feel Jennie pressing her small face on your back, and her arms were firmly encasing your waist, even going along with the motion of your body as you reach out for the bath bomb on the cupboard.

You try to ignore a certain feeling.

You try to ignore the skips in the beat of your heart.

You try to ignore the feeling of warmth radiating throughout your whole body.

But you are only human.

Who wouldn’t fall for a woman like Jennie?

If you’d met her before Rosé, you’re sure as hell that you would date her instead. But that didn’t happen.

Heck if she wasn’t such a succubus of a woman, you would have acknowledged how you felt for her. You weren’t even sure if those feelings are because of her irresistibly sexy petite body, or because of… Jennie.

As you take your clothes off, Jennie keeps her eyes focused on yours.

You averted your gaze. You try not to meet her eyes. But her aura demands attention.

If she was someone you loved, you would have helped her get rid of her clothes instead of jumping into the tub by yourself. But she wasn’t. So you left her standing as you submerge yourself in the warmth of the tub, trying to get your thoughts off Jennie.

Yet you can’t help but look at her when her top comes off, just as her jeans drop down to her ankles. You are bestowed the glow of her petite body in matching lingerie, endowed with just the right amount of curves that weren’t over dramatic. Your eyes are stuck on her, even if you tried your best not to.

Her bra falls to the floor as she unbuckles it, and her panties graze down her beautifully sculpted legs revealing skin so divine and almost immaculate.

You had indulged in her countless times, devoured her, fucked her, used her, but it seems as if Jennie is different today. She didn’t seem like that adventurous but seemingly evil little vixen. Instead, she looked innocuous, harmless as she joins you in the tub with her back pressed on your chest and the top of her head buried in the crook of your neck.

You immediately come crashing down.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

She wasn’t supposed to consume your thoughts.

But here she is, bathing in the presence of you and herself alone, relishing in the feeling of your skin pressed on hers.

You decide not to act upon.

But the day went on in a different light.

Of course you were under the notion of Jennie not returning your wallet if you don’t agree to what she wants, but that almost didn’t matter.

You reckon it was her low cut pink leopard print dress, or the provocatively red tint on her lips, or even the bottle of wine that both of you consumed so quickly. Admittedly, your eyes were always on her, especially on your late night dinner earlier in a Michelin-starred restaurant, which was disguised from your girlfriend as a dinner with your colleagues. Your bluff went on so smoothly, so unapologetic.

You curse yourself for being so easy to her. Now you suffer the consequences of entangling yourself the sultriest woman you had ever met in your life.

You certainly weren’t a fan of public nudity, but Jennie is testing your patience. She knew that beyond your thick wall of calm patience is a monster wanting to devour her. She knew what her mission was.

Her hand falls on your lap, palming the smooth linen of your black slacks. It goes further center, occasionally hitting your growing member. You send her a glare, hoping that she would stop doing that. She didn’t care though.

Your anxiety worsens the more Jennie crawls her hand over your crotch. The cab driver could look through the rearview mirror anytime now, and maybe he’ll be able to get a glimpse of what Jennie was doing. You didn’t want to go through that kind of embarrassment.

All the while you were thinking of scenarios of getting caught, you fail to notice her small hand slipping inside your slacks. You squirm at the initial contact of her fingers on your cock, even if a pair of boxers block the raw feeling.

You look at Jennie and see her keeping her gaze on the passing buildings and streetlights, looking carefree and unapologetic. Though you see the smirk that grew on her lips. She was enjoying this—you weren’t.

You try to grab her arm, but she immediately turns and glares deep into your eyes, rendering you powerless at such a gaze.

You lost yet again.

Jennie slips her hand inside your boxers and grips on your hardening cock, massaging it with her slender fingers, causing you to elicit an audible groan that caught the attention of the driver in front.

“He’s feeling a bit sick,” Jennie says in a perfect accent that would have anyone thinking she was a native speaker. You thank her for covering for you.

She didn’t halt her teasing though. She even shamelessly intensified it. She knew that you couldn’t already resist. Not when the pleasure of her tiny hand pumping your throbbing member in an agonizing pace and tight grip is building up in your loins.

You could only close your eyes as you try to even your breathing. Thankfully you were able to. But what came next certainly caught you by surprise.

With her other hand, Jennie grabs on your cheek and pulls you in to kiss you. A torrid one, it was. You were freaking out at the thought of the driver reporting you to law enforcement due to public nudity, but no one was naked. Isn’t it natural for a man and a woman to kiss?

In the corner of your eyes, you caught the driver quickly glancing to you, obviously surprised to see someone making out in the backseat of his cab. He even chokes on his own breath.

But as crazy as it sounds, you almost didn’t give a damn. Not when Jennie slips her tongue between your lips, grazing your teeth and not caring about the noises you’d be making.

You give in and cup her cheeks with your thick hands, deciding to strike back with equal force, if not, even more effort that what Jennie was doing.

But things had to come to a pause when the driver stops the car, catching your attention with an awkward cough.

“S- sir… W- we have a- arrived.”

Jennie’s hand slips off your crotch, leaving you somewhat with blue balls. You hiss at the lack of attention to your cock. But you knew you had to stop immediately, more so when the driver has is eyes on both of you through the rearview mirror.

So you pay the driver, plus a big tip as an apology for the lewd act that transpired in his backseat.

You exit the cab first, taking Jennie’s hand, like the gentleman that you were. You were calm on the outside. But little did Jennie know that she had already awoken the beast inside you. You had a polite smile on your face, but a devious intent behind the curved lips. If Jennie looked closely, she’d see fire in your eyes. But she acted nonchalant, riling you up even more.

In Jennie’s mind, she still kept her act of teasing you just so she would have an exciting night of passion and lust.

When the golden elevator doors slide shut, you surprise Jennie with force that she somehow expected would come from you. But the abruptness of your hand gripping on her neck certainly wasn’t what she expected, eliciting metal clanging upon contact.

She squeals at the sudden force, with her eyes closing. But as soon as she opens them again, she sees you towering over her. Your eyes looked dark, and your face looked grim—sinister, if a better word could describe.

However, Jennie just smiles, showing excitement in her features. You thought she’d be intimidated, but she always relished in rough sex with you, especially if she was on the receiving end, and even if she always said that she’s the dom.

Regardless, you crash your lips on hers with force that could have torn through Jennie’s supple lips, not caring about the security camera that caught your act of lasciviousness. Your hand grips on her hair, forcing her head up to meet yours. She follows you so easily, you were thankful for that.

You were even more thankful that technology has made it so convenient for patrons to use the elevators without anyone else sharing with them. If not, the doors could come sliding open and reveal other guests to witness your deed.

Your tongue swipes all around Jennie’s lips, with the latter hissing at the sudden forcefulness. Teeth clashing and tongues dueling, Jennie certainly had her hopes for today come to fruition, and she’ll make sure to have you for every single night you spend in this city.

The elevator doors slide open, and you immediately grabbed Jennie to your room.

Her face says it all, absolutely satisfied with what she had done. She looks at you with a lustrous smirk painted on her face, though you couldn’t see it as you were deadest on getting the door open as soon as possible.

Your patience had its limits. You were damn sure that you were way past the point of gentle and sensual bullshit.

Jennie deserved to be punished for that little stunt she did down there.

As soon as the door flings open, you pull Jennie behind you towards the bed, not even caring of turning the dimmable lights brighter nor closing the curtains of the fully glass windows—free show for spectators.

Jennie tumbles on top of the neatly arranged sheets with her face pressed to the duvet overlaying the fluffy bed. She yelps a helpless cry, seemingly caught by surprise. You leave her no time to react though as you unbuckle your belt and bound Jennie’s wrists together on her back.

“Fucking slut,” you growl, aggressively taking your dress shirt off, almost ripping a few buttons off in the process.

Jennie attempts to look back at you, but you were quick to pin her down through her nape, causing the Korean woman to yelp yet again and let out an inaudible word that seemed like a curse word.

As soon as your shirt, you threw it away from you, leaving only your slacks and presumably a raging sexual desire to use your fuckbuddy’s body for your own pleasure. The thought of going rough with her didn’t really come across your mind a lot of times. But Jennie brought it upon herself when was, as she claims to be, haphazardly brushing her toes on your crotch under the table. That was strike one.

Second was what sealed Jennie’s fate for tonight.

You rid yourself off both your slacks and boxers in one go, your raging boner flinging out into the open with a breath of fresh air.  

“On your knees.”

“But I’m—“

“You don’t get to speak, slut,” you shut her up. She usually wasn’t intimidated by you, always in the guise that she had the upper hand against you since you had a girlfriend and she was single yet you were fucking behind closed doors, and open windows perhaps?

Right away, she gets on her knees, with her upraised ass still fully clothed until you hiked the fabric up and bunched it around her hips revealing drenched lips that ached to be taken.

“No underwear, huh? Did you have something in plan?”

Jennie took that question as a chance to speak up.

“I wanted you to fuck me hard, daddy,” she says, breathlessly.

“I guess you saw that coming.”

“Yes I did, daddy. Now please fuck me.”

Whack!

A flat palm lands on the flawless skin of her ass, causing Jennie to scream in pain-induced pleasure.

“You don’t get to tell me what to do!” You state rather aggressively, gripping on her bum with your large hand that was firmly planted on her ass cheek. “After stunt you did in the cab, you deserve to be punished.”

You tried to sound intimidating. You were successful until you spit out the word ‘punished’, unintentionally so. Only then did you remember that Jennie always got off when you punished her. You could imagine a smirk forming up on her when you saw the graceful arching of her back relax with an audible exhale.

Her next words were in line with what you had expected. You admit that you never had heard words that affected you so much sexually, not even anything that came out of your girlfriend’s mouth could compare.

“Then go ahead, daddy.”

Her tone was venom-laced honey. Her body was a sin that your drunken-self had indulged in more than a year ago—a mistake that you wish could have been undone. Everything that Jennie is doing would have been a totally normal thing if you didn’t have a girlfriend, but immediately right after she knew you had someone, her malicious intentions came into full view, coupled with threats and coercion.

She was pulling you in, as if her glistening folds and the tight rim of her butthole were speaking directly to you, wanting to be used. Suddenly, you were worried that tying her up tightly may have hurt her, but with the bewitching taunt she had casted before you proved otherwise.

You bite your lips in an attempt to hold your breath back from leaving your lungs empty. You reckon may could have passed out at that very moment, more so when you line up the tip of your shaft along Jennie’s opening. The latter preemptively lunges forward, as if it were still possible, in anticipation of pleasurable pain entering her for the first time this very night, and almost immediately, a look of worry washes over you.

Without even being able to see your face, Jennie felt your hesitance. You knew that you skipped foreplay because of your raging annoyance from earlier. Somehow, your tenderness still manages to seep out.

Wait.

Fuck.

She’s getting you wrapped around her little finger again. Unintentionally so.

You force yourself to shake off thoughts of being gentle tonight. It was hard, but you had to tame Jennie to prevent future uncomfortable occurrences.

So after a few seconds of hesitation, you immediately bury yourself in.

The first penetration could arguably be one of the best during sex with Jennie. The way her slit gripped on your rod like a vice grip, almost knocking the air out of you, her velvety walls hugging every inch of your length, welcoming it as if it has been months that you haven’t been inside her.

The gasps that leave your mouths were lungfuls of groans and shaky moans. You felt your hands gripping on her round ass, with your eyes closing at the immense pleasure of the first penetration.

It took you long seconds to recover, albeit feeling like it took minutes. When you felt Jennie’s heat slowly adjusting to your size, you slowly pull back until every inch of you was almost out of her. You saw Jennie’s back relaxing, only to tense up yet again as you push back in, with a long sultry moan that could have passed as a squeal.

“Fuck… You’re stretching me so much, daddy.”

You scoff. She was feeding your ego yet again, like she always did. You knew you had a big dig, not that you had anything to compare it to, but as testimonies from all the girls you had slept with in the past, including this vixen of a woman. Still, you relished in all her compliments, admitting that they did give you more energy and motivation to last for the whole night.

You slowly built up a rhythm, but in the end, with abruptness that you knew Jennie wasn’t used to nor expected from you.

“Ah fuck! Keep going… I- I fucking love it! P- punish me more! I’ve been a really bad girl.”

You willingly took the invitation of fucking her even harder, and you were afraid that you weren’t going to last long due to the lack of foreplay. Still, you pushed to the limit, utilizing the whole length of your hard cock with quick strokes that filled Jennie’s pussy with all of you.

Jennie’s ass even came into play when you saw them rippling so deliciously with every pump that you perform, so much that you couldn’t help but give them firm slaps. It was painful for Jennie, but she sure loved her round ass getting spanked, proclaiming that she had been working out so hard in the gym just to bestow you “the roundest ass” that you have ever seen. Right now, that claim turns to a fact.

As you delight yourself in rough play, using Jennie’s pussy with the sole focus of easing the sexual tension you felt throughout the day that you didn’t notice Jennie’s body convulsing so violently.

“I’m cumming!”

With a loud and shameless moan, Jennie’s juices gush out of her pussy, leaking out through the tight circumference of your shaft and flowing down her thighs. But you didn’t stop.

“Stop! Ahhh… Th— that’s… Ahhh…”

She couldn’t form a coherent clause as her throbbing pussy continues to be ravaged by your raging cock as you piston in and out of her without a single thought about stopping. Her knees trembled in excessive pleasure and immediately gave out, falling flat to the bed, yet you still didn’t stop.

You tried to chase your own orgasm, but surprisingly, even with the lack of foreplay, you lasted longer than you thought, more so in a rough and unhindered session. The thought of slowing down for the woman whose pussy you are fucking wasn’t the top priority for you.

Jennie literally had tears welling up in her eyes, she couldn’t do anything as her hands were bound by your belt. She constantly tried but failed to convince you to stop as whenever she tries to form words with her mouth, a loud moan beats her to it.

“I— F— Ahhhh!”

You felt like a horny demon had possessed you as you were violently fucking her straight for more than five full revolutions of the clock’s long hand. It was as if the demon had been the one to want to fuck Jennie. But you knew that it was you, the demon inside you be damned. It was your inner but hidden desires that relished in Jennie quivering under total control. Maybe this was your way out. If she thought you were a sex freak, she may be terrified of you and will stop following you wherever you go.

The promise of a peaceful life with your girlfriend if you successfully scare the shit out of Jennie seemed so enticing that you surpass that of your current pace.

“Y/N! P— Please! Ahhh!”

Jennie cums again.

You try to suppress a malevolent smirk forming up your face as you hear Jennie pleading. But it is only when you hear her sobbing that you finally got a grip of yourself, as if your soul had just came back to your body.

When you do slow down, you could hear sobbing muffled by the sheets.

Guilt washes over you.

You immediately thought of pulling out to attend to Jennie. No matter how much you hated her guts today, you still couldn’t stand leaving a woman to cry without consolation. So you pull out and immediately removed the restraints around her wrists, flinging it away with haste.

You flip her body and see her eyes leaking tears and, what seemed to be, a look of sheer horror. You pull her in for a tight embrace, hoping that it would be enough to help her stop sobbing.

“Fuck…” You curse yourself for letting your emotions take control over you. “Jen… I’m sorry.”

You caress her back so as to soothe her from the shock she may have experienced from that reckless act that you did.

Her cries deafen as the seconds pass, her breathing evens out, and her tears stop flowing. She hugs you back in a manner that only a girlfriend could ever emanate. The thought comes into your mind again. And now that the very reason for those thoughts filling your mind for almost every single hour of the day is tightly encased in your embrace, you found it hard not to entertain the thought.

But you pull back to see her face once again.

“Are you okay?” You ask with concern filling your tone to the brim—a complete contrast to the monster that possessed you just moments ago.

Jennie sniffles and nods as her lips quiver when she looks at you straight in the eyes. She felt so tiny compared to you build, so her weight on top of your thighs was not a tedious burden to carry.

You bring your thumbs to wipe her tears, all the while staring into each other’s eye, yours with a look of genuine remorse, and Jennie’s with a look of… love?

A smile forms on her face before she leans in to capture your lips in hers. And before you knew it, you were making out yet again, albeit with more docility.

You were afraid to reciprocate at first, given that you literally scared the shit out of fucking her hard though multiple orgasms. Eventually, you gave in.

You scared her, which terrified you. But a look of confusion forms on your face when you see a smirk forming on the woman’s face and hear a soft giggle when she pulls back from the kiss.

“I knew you really care about me.”

You suddenly felt the air being knocked out of you as she pushes you down on the bed with power that you didn’t expect to come from such a tiny Korean woman.

“What?”

You were confused, to say the least. Moments ago, she was sobbing as if you were the worst person ever. Then right now, she’s functionally taking control.

“Those were actually two of the best orgasms I’ve ever had,” Jennie states, baffling you beyond limits. Was she playing sheep to even out the playing field?

Certainly so.

Perhaps she was afraid that you would continue to exercise violent dominance over her, leaving her no opportunity for control in your future sessions.

But your mind is set straight yet again when Jennie strips herself off the designer mini dress she wore, revealing her toned body that screamed wanton energy all throughout.

No bra. You conclude she doesn’t really like to wear them unless really needed.

She didn’t have large bosoms, but you still ogle whenever your eyes fall over to them, admittedly affecting you more than your girlfriend’s. Your hand automatically reaches out to cop a feel for yourself, but Jennie stops you with an index finger pushing against your palm.

Remind you, just an index finger, and she literally stopped a full hand that had full determination to grope her tits.

“No touching,” she coyly states and sticks a tongue out. Her playful side was out. But immediately disappears again when words come out from her mouth seconds after.

“Just sit back and enjoy the rest of the night, daddy.”

…

You never managed to scare her off. You only managed to get her to stick to you even more.

Yet you almost didn’t care, especially when she hopped on top of you, straddling your hips, and grinding on your still rock-hard member, spilling her juices on the underside of your shaft.

“You like that, daddy?”

You could only nod as you stare straight into her eyes.

“You know I could do this to you everyday.”

You knew where she was going with this conversation. She had always indirectly pointed it out, but you didn’t think much of it.

“You’d be waking up every single morning with me on top of you, ready to take you on.”

You stare at her more intensely, trying to read between her lines.

“You could call me anytime whenever you want to use me.”

You try to fight back moans, continuously failing to do so. Your deep baritone voice certainly affected Jennie so much that she can’t help but moan herself too.

“I can even move in with you if you want.”

This would have been absolutely endearing if it were under normal circumstances. But you only saw her as an unwanted (but also at the same time, wanted) fuckbuddy that you really regret starting.

You had Rosé. A lot of your friends are aware, so were Rosie’s. They always saw you two as the perfect couple, unaware of the infidelity you were committing behind closed doors. Even poor Rosé is unaware of all the shit you have been doing behind her back, under the belief that you would never be able to do that to her.

It was becoming increasingly hard for you to escape Jennie’s grasp the more you spent time with her. You knew you should have stopped after the first time. But the second time came, which you told her would be the last. But then the third, fourth, and fifth came. And so it became a routine.

Your attention is brought back to reality when you feel the tip of your cock pressing against moist lips. Jennie lifted herself up to line your cock up with her pussy. She had always loved being on top, knowing full well that she’ll be in control, knowing that she could prove how good she can satisfy you.

Deep down, you knew that Jennie didn’t even have to prove herself because, as much as you hate to admit, she had always been the best fuck of your life. The only thing that bumps her down a spot below your dear Rosie was the feeling of mutual love.

It was as clear as day that Jennie harbors feelings for you, her subtle mannerisms towards you give her away. But you didn’t feel the same way.

Still, that doesn’t eliminate the fact that she knew damn well how to use her body.

“Are you ready?” She asks breathlessly. Your shaft isn’t even inside her yet she appears to have already had the air knocked off her. You nod, regardless, your eyes still glued to her cat eyes that spoke volumes of lustful whispers to you.

She finally impales herself with your cock, filling both of your bodies with oxytocin that fed your attachment to one another. You didn’t want to entertain the traces of what seemed to be the beginnings of a blossoming…

Screw that.

You tear yourself away from reaching that thought. Jennie should not penetrate your thoughts, especially during this delicate moment.

You’re lucky that it was easy to get your mind of those thoughts because of Jennie’s skillful movements. She didn’t lift herself up. What she did was gyrate her hips, trying to adjust to your size in such depths. She really felt warm down there.

Months ago you’d only be focused on the feeling you felt in your nether regions during your hook ups. But now, you found yourself admiring the woman’s deceivingly innocent face contorted by that of pleasure. You suddenly gained a liking of how her eyes close when you hit that certain spot inside her. Her mouth stuck ajar as she gasps with every exhale.

You couldn’t help but gasp at such a slow but sensual pace, in contradiction to how rough you did it. Perhaps Jennie wanted to be rough tonight but instantly regretted when you became too much for her to handle. Or so you though. Still, it wasn’t that important.

Her breasts really looked inviting, screaming at you to touch them, but you remember what she told you earlier. So you lay still and enjoy her mellow performance which never was a slouch for you anyway.

“Y/N…”

The way she spoke of your name, as if coming from a lover you had known for years, it sent chills all over your body, further adding to the pleasure you felt in your member that was still fully sheathed inside her warm and wet cavern.

“Fuck…” She moans out so breathlessly, so wantonly alluring. You enjoyed this as much as she did, like all the other times when she took control.

When she finally opens her eyes you see sparkles in hers. She gives you a shy smile, one that is arguably out of character coming from the aggressive woman that she is. But her temporary demeanor changes immediately when she bites her lip and bends forward to capture your lips for a kiss.

Her hips had stopped gyrating, and your cock remains motionless inside her, not that it didn’t feel great, but you were really expecting somewhat of an encore performance from her.

You got what you silently asked for when Jennie braces her palms on your chest for support as she bounce herself up to where your cock almost leaves her, but immediately come crashing down utilizing your whole length.

“Oh fuck... That feels so good…” She remarks before she picks up the pace, doing so while looking straight into your eyes with conviction, saying that ‘no one fucks better than me.’

Her round butt ripples with slapping noises as she crashes on your upper thighs. You felt the urge to grab them, but you are unable to do so when Jennie intertwines her fingers with yours.

Sweat drips down not only from her forehead but all over her body, giving her skin a glistening appearance, one that made her look like the angel that she wasn’t. You didn’t have a sweat fetish, but you thought how wonderful it would be to lick her chest to wipe that pool of sweat forming around that area.

Jennie continues to ride your length with raw and sensual enthusiasm, combining her performance with gyrating hips to fully get herself off. She really knew how to overachieve even if the task didn’t require to.

Minutes of the Korean woman bouncing on your cock pass, and she slows down her pace. You felt her walls gripping on your cock and you immediately knew that she reached her orgasm, only able to announce it so obviously with a long sensual moan that left her mouth open for a good 20 seconds.

You stare in awe as Jennie basks in the light of your dimly lit hotel room. Colors of Los Angeles’ skyline color her sweat-glazed skin in hues of neon blue and red. Her eyes are half lidded, and the temptation of propping yourself up to meet her lips becomes increasingly too difficult to ignore. So you give in.

You bent yourself upward and crash your lips with hers, kissing her so passionately with tongues immediately battling for dominance. She bit your lower lip and sucked on it, and while you weren’t really one to be on the receiving end of pain, you let her be for now.

You felt the hard pink nubs of her chest pushed tightly against yours, giving you unexplainable shivers as if it were the first time you felt her naked body pressed against yours.

When you felt like it had been minutes from her orgasm, you start to slowly motion your member inside her. In this position, you are buried the deepest inside her.

Jennie wraps her legs around your waist as you do the same with your legs to her waist. It didn’t give you much freedom for movement but it was the most intimate you’ve ever been. Tightly pressed against each other with lips that were functionally glued against one another, you begin to rock your hips.

You were surprised to hear Jennie moan from within your kiss even with minimal movements. You later realize that the top of your shaft was constantly rubbing her clit, giving her an unmeasurable amount of sexual pleasure predominantly brought by her unannounced feelings for you and the intimacy of this position.

You continue on for several long minutes that felt like hours. It almost embarrasses you that you are about to reach your peak, but when Jennie tells you that she is too, you begin to chase yours.

You grab the cheeks of her ass and motion her hips in accordance with your movements, bringing forth more pleasure that brought the two of you closer to your orgasm…

“Fuck… Cum deep inside me, baby…”

You’re surprised to hear the endearment slide off her tongue, but it did add to buildup of pleasure in your loins. And before you know it, you moan your loudest tonight.

You spurt rope after rope of thick and warm seed deep inside Jennie, filling her pussy with everything that you had. But the fact that Jennie hasn’t cum yet didn’t settle well with you. So despite currently experiencing an explosive orgasm, you continue to fuck Jennie’s pussy. Your cock was becoming too sensitive that it almost became too painful.

Thankfully, it didn’t take long for Jennie to join you, and you immediately halt your movements, concluding your intimate session with a long kiss.

…

Both of you were too tired to put anything on, so you decided to hit the sack.

She pressed herself to your chest and you wrapped her tiny frame in your arms in full post-sex adoration. She looked even more beautiful after your long session, even with the messy hair and sweaty skin. She really invaded your thoughts tonight, but surprisingly, you didn’t loathe it. Instead, you fed your thoughts even more as you wrap her tighter than you initially did.

“Goodnight, Jen.”

She didn’t reply as she was fast asleep.

And for the first time ever, you forget that there was someone named Park Chaeyoung.

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A/N: 

Hey everyone!!!

I'd like to ask you what you guys think about this series.

I'm open for suggestions and scenarios ;)