One, Two, Concatenate (Sana, Nayeon)

Do not let platitudes rule your life: this is the motto by which you stand. Money buys happiness, categorically so. No amount of double-blind statistical analyses will change your worldview. Cash upon stacks upon mountains of cash turn into pink fluff, frilly handcuffs, and diamond-encrusted necklaces. These are not necessarily your objects of interest, but they are paramount to the unbridled joy in your heart, though you show none of it and maintain the persona understood by a man of your stature.

Your office on the last floor of the skyscraper is pastel pink and blue, not glass, not marble, not ancient mahogany. What is stature but the choice to murder expectation?

Sana, Nayeon. These are names, and names alone account for none of this joy. But in each name lies a person in your mind that unfolds into reality upon its articulation. The first implication: Each of them alone costs islands, apartment buildings, ancestral security. All eschewed, for the whole is greater than the sum of its parts, and the whole is worth the sum because some holes work to twist and spread red stains on your shaft.

Get what you paid for. For the second point, each name paints a history of an entire person’s life in a few syllables.

“Good job, slut one.” You pet her hair as you would a pillow in your lap as the girl licks around your balls before suckling on them. Her lips are less red, more soft pink; the only scarlet left on her is her nails.

If you called her Nayeon, you wouldn’t get what you paid for. History adds to your ego, sure, yet there is no pleasure to be derived.

The second one perks up, back straight, eyes wide. She pops your cockhead in and out of her mouth, giving it the same treatment as candy. Slurpy sounds of spit falling are deadened by all the insulating fur. That fur gets wet and falls too. Her chin, her neck, her necklace; they gain a shine in the messiness. For all the noise, you hear Sana’s heart. Trying her best to stay calm and clean your cock rigorously, she can’t hide the exhilaration. Regardless, she steels herself, clenches her face, and seals her lips around your width. Even as you call her “good slut two,” she stays stalwart.

Neither of the idols ever in a million years expected themselves in the situation, but faced with the insurmountable amounts offered, they had to learn. They had to learn to moan and hum and drool, and most importantly, have their hearts fully into the task. Two pairs of soft pillows become one perfect sensation, and perfection oscillates in ups and downs on your shaft. Nayeon’s tongue falls out—this you expect. You can’t ever brace yourself for Sana’s ice-cold gaze, or more so how it melts like ice cream, vanilla that paints her cheeks as pre-cum. The color on their cheeks stays the same: the more the two get into their service, the more the blush fades, but you rub the red makeup on your cock onto Sana’s sharp jaw.

Aspirations start small. You were just a young man when Sana and Nayeon stepped on the world. Both of their lips seared like a developed photograph into your head, and all you wanted was to watch them kiss. How would mouths clash? How would soft pillowy lips press, and whose tongue would twist inside first?

Simple dreams.

The dreams fulfilled today are not much more complex.

Upon Nayeon, the same handcuffs as that comeback years ago. The same chains, the same velvety fabric on Sana. More importantly, when Sana and Nayeon taste each other’s lipstick, they use your cock as the medium of makeup transfer.

And most importantly, having been out of the idol game for years, they need to find a new makeup artist as you cream on their faces.

This first shot, the first mind-reducing climax, is only that—the first, as your erection rambles on and makes do in the chaos, in the shifting seats, in the future Sana’s bent over the future Nayeon’s bent over the desk, both looking back as your dick shoves, unshoves, and aligns to the other’s hole. So on, so forth.

What starts as the blue morning becomes the pink sunset as the sky past the windows matches the wall, But in sweat and spit and cum that lathers two contorting bodies, the world is white. And the world is black as Sana and Nayeon draw out your third or fourth or fifth or… well, who’s counting?

✦✧✦✧✦✧

Yep, I am also going crazy for this comeback. Okay, it’s not just the comeback, I’m also just going crazy anyway.

Wise/Night (Choerry)

Chapter 1 of Bird’s Eye View, a series by @jettsdraft and @worldsover

Choke time.

Hold it by its throat.

Let it hang from the wall to make the clock envious.

No, clocks would not tick without people like you. You’ve always understood the world like this: Life can only begin in the improvised moments; everything else, the plans that others make, is worthless. Anything that isn’t thrust upon you has someone else’s grubby little hands all over it.

This great mindset drove your every decision—screwed you over, too. But that’s just for now. One day, it’ll all work out.

This probably isn’t that day. You walk up the grand stairs to the library, treading as though each step on the white slabs was a journey itself. You’re not as awed as you once were with the campus. Those ridiculous steps are just annoying. The sun unfolds brightness and heat alike while birds chirp and crowds of people stroll across the campus garden. Looking for something, anything to do, you scan the mass.

Not the most entertaining way to end the summer, but that makes it as good as the rest of the break season. Plans of traveling with your girlfriend (now ex) Im Nayeon flew out the window: you failed an intro comp-sci course with crashing colors, and she realized you weren’t nearly as serious about the relationship as she was. You looked forward to the fuck marathon you would have with her traveling around the world more than nourishing the relationship into a lifelong commitment that could withstand any temptation.

Unfortunately, temptation is all around. As beautiful as Nayeon is, as great of a personality she has, it never translated to heart eyes and forevers, at least not with you.

So here you find yourself, retaking the class you so gallantly failed, in large part to finding your head buried between Nayeon’s legs instead of buried between textbooks.

“Oh, fuck just like that. Fuck me with your tongue! Keep that up I might squeeze your head like a melon.”

You shake your head. Ah, better days.

Making your way through the crowd, two women eclipse all others for your attention as your head whips to look at them. Some jeans cling tightly to one’s plump behind. The other steps proudly in bright red heels and a Gucci bag, every accessory screaming money.

The rich one’s glasses sit on an adorable, pointed nose, while her brown hair sits on her shoulders. Maybe she’s the older sister.

Purple dyes the long dark hair of the girl with the nice butt. Wow, you really cannot stop thinking about this girl’s ass.

Suddenly any thought of comp-sci or Nayeon, or anything else for that matter, flies out the window as you approach the two women. If an angel was on your shoulder, it would remind you that this is how you failed last time, that this is the definition of insanity. On the other hand, the devil would tell you to get to know them (just enough to get them in bed), to give in to the carnal, animalistic desire, to fuck these women, grades or degree be damned.

“Mom, what the hell? See, now we’re lost, and we can’t find our tour leader anywhere!” The one with the ass groans.

Mother and daughter? Now, things are getting interesting. Thank the gods that you failed that class, that Nayeon dumped you. You can fuck these women guilt-free (though if you were truthful with yourself, you would have fucked these women regardless.)

“Will you relax? The guys here are going to think you’re a prude! Live a little. Who cares if that nerd isn’t around to show us where to find the fifth library this campus has, or which study room has the best signal access? He probably spends his weekends shacked up in his dorm while everyone is out living life. Meanwhile, his girlfriend, if he even has one with his timid little attitude, is probably getting convinced by her friends to take shots then backshots soon after that.” The rich woman laughs airily. Somehow, her cruel yet honest words turn you on as much as her daughter’s ass.

“Okay, mom, what the hell? Not everyone is like you and Aunt Sooyoung and Aunt Jungeun! He seemed like a sweet guy. And we are here to learn.“

“Yes, we are here to learn. About life! Trying new experiences! So, loosen up. Now let me see, if I’m not mistaken, my old sorority house was—“

Wave and jog over to the pair. “Hey! Couldn’t help but overhear you guys needing a tour guide. Lucky for you, I’m the best guide on campus, and unlike your other guide, I can show you a bit of both.” You have no clue where anything is but, for these women, you’d memorize the map.

“Oh, hi!” The girl with faded purple hair has a bright smile, cheeks wide. Already, her voice is saccharine sweet yet so soft. What would she look like if you fucked that ass?

What would that ass look like covered in your cum?

“Thanks, but I think we’re just gonna find our old tour guide,” the mom says.

“Him? I mean that’s fine, but we were in the same stats class last year. He failed.” You shrug. “But I would be happy to help. I can show you all around campus, bars, libraries, secret map spots.”

Yerim’s mouth rounds. “Wow, he seemed so knowledgeable. That’s a shock.”

He might have been—you didn’t know. But if tossing him under the bus meant a ticket to both these women, then he’s going under.

“What do you think, mom?”

“Mom? Wow, you look stunning,” you say. Testing the waters is worth the risk with a woman as gorgeous as her.

She eyes you up and down with a methodic expression, and you can see a ghost of a smirk on her lips. Or maybe it’s your inflated ego. You’ll take the win regardless. “He already sounds better than the nerd,” she says. “And he’s a flirt too! We might have found a winner.”

“Perfect, and don’t worry, miss…” Extend your hand.

“Jo, but you can call me Haseul,” she says as her lithe hand takes yours.

“Don’t worry then, Haseul. I’d be more than happy to show you all the campus has in terms of education for your daughter, and of course, where she can learn and experience new experiences.” You give the woman a slight wink, holding her hand for a moment longer than necessary, then turn to her daughter with a grin. “What’s your name?”

“Choi Yerim,” she says as she takes your hand.

“You have a beautiful smile. You’re putting the sun to shame.” It isn’t even flattery. Her smile easily outshines yours, let alone any starlight.

“Oh, thank you!” She blushes as your fingers interlock before you pull away.

This is in the bag. “Shall we ladies?”

You turn and lead the way.

The hushed tones of the two ladies behind you aren’t hushed enough.

“Wow, Yerim. You need that lock up that dick right now because I guarantee you every woman is begging to fuck him.”

“Mom, once again, what the fuck? What would dad think?”

“Who cares?”

How cold.

Even your heart breaks a little.

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After you show off the various sculptures, the signature mismatched architecture, and the trodden paths between the busiest lecture halls, the trio of you continue to the administrative building, a worn brick building,

Yerim clasps her hands. “You guys are gonna stay here, right?”

“Yes, yes, Yerim. You have a phone too. This isn’t the same as you getting lost in the grocery store.”

“Mom!”

You tap Yerim on the wrist. “Don’t worry. We’ll be here. Remember, the ID cards are in room AT100. And you have my number now, right?”

“Yep!” Yerim heads into the building with an honest-to-goodness skip.

“When did you give her your number?” Haseul asks, tapping her feet.

Immediately, you’re on the back foot. “You, I, remember, uh, I gave it to her when she asked,” you say, yet Haseul stares past you blankly. You sit down on a nearby bench while Haseul is perfectly fine waiting on her heels. Though you try your best to think of something to say, words fail.

Haseul looks at her gem-ornamented watch and eventually considers enough time to have passed. “What do you do outside of school?”

You’re used to the typical small talk but with a sexy woman like Haseul, you want much more than a chat. And you remember her earlier words. In a suggestive tone, you say, “Oh, I have plenty of extracurriculars.”

“Such as?”

“I go to the gym plenty.”

“Me too.”

“And I’m not just going there for the sake of it.”

“Really, now?” Haseul tilts her head, but she’s no more invested in this conversation than the gears on her watch.

You push through regardless. “Mhm. It’s a good place to get my body in shape when I’m doing heavy… lifting. Working up a sweat, using my stamina. Do you get what I mean?”

“You look like you need a bit more time there, then.”

You furrow your brows. “What do you mean?”

“You probably aren’t big enough. For whatever you’re doing. Are you sure you could even lift a grocery bag? And I bet you wouldn’t last more than ten minutes… before tapping out.”

Words flounder when they try to escape your throat.

“Well, if you ever need a personal trainer or just a workout buddy…” Haseul looks up at you, the look on her face crushing your ego. Her eyes are sharp, her head is cocked sideways, barely looking at you as if you were some insignificant thing. “What? Does this spiel work on all women? Or just the easy sluts who don’t know what a good fuck is?”

“I, I, uh, I wasn’t trying to imply anything—“

“And now you’re st-t-tuttering. Fuck. Listen to me.” Haseul turns and gives you her full attention for the first time, squeezing your cheeks together hard. “You are way outta your fucking league, alright? My pussy would make you braindead. And I bet now you’re thinking you can hit on my daughter. You aren’t good enough for either of us. Nod if you understand.”

You nod out of obedience. This woman’s sheer cruelty has you rock hard and on autopilot.

“Good.” Haseul smacks your cheeks none too lightly, which Yerim just barely misses as she waves in the distance with her card in hand. Haseul whispers in your ear, “Now, why don’t you finish the tour and run along and find some easy slut.”

After one more tap on your cheek, Haseul returns to barely giving you the time of day.

You make eye contact with Yerim, skipping towards you.

Maybe you just will find one.

✦✧✦✧✦✧

“And that ends our tour! What did you guys think?” Keeping up your enthusiasm after that is quite the plight, but it’s a task made much easier by Yerim’s bountiful energy.

“I had a wonderful time!” Yerim pokes you on the shoulder. “You’re really fun, you know?”

“Look who’s talking. It felt like you were the one leading us around, almost running everywhere,” you say.

“Sorry, mom. Maybe you shouldn’t have worn those heels.” Yerim sticks her tongue out, and Haseul dismisses her with eyes peering off to the side.

You walk down the steps of the fountain with a sly grin on your face as you check out the two women. Haseul continues to look around the courtyard, trying to appear as disinterested as possible, but the furtive glances, the stolen looks are all you need. You’ve concluded: She’s looking to get fucked—it’s in her aloof demeanor, in her icy voice, in her pricey jewelry like fish bait. Obviously, she’s prowling for fresh cock to split her open, yet she acts as if she’s so choosy about which cock does the splitting.

It’ll be yours. Inevitable like all else. Still, Haseul drives you crazy, enough for a crazier idea to form in your head. If this bitch wants to play hard to get when she’s clearly drooling for your dick, then why not play the same game?

And who better to play the game with than her own daughter? Your imagination fills with visions of Yerim’s bright smile around your dick.

“Thank you for the tour,” Haseul says, trying to play it off and barely looking at you. “I was thinking maybe we could get something to eat. I’m starving.”

I’ve got something to eat right here. You hold that first thought back.

“Yerim,” you say, putting a hand around her shoulder, “I was wondering if maybe I can show you around a bit more? Plus, there’s a small gathering for freshmen tonight where you could meet some new friends.”

Haseul’s mouth hung in shock.

You hide a smirk knowing you’ve just rattled the lion.

Yerim’s eyes widen. “Really? I wouldn’t want to take up any more of your time. You’ve been super helpful and I’m sure you have better things to do, like a girlfriend to hang out with. Or anything other than showing me around campus and slumming it with the new crop of freshmen.” The way her voice gets higher and faster as she talks is downright adorable—you couldn’t wait to paint her ass. Even if you had a girlfriend, you wouldn’t miss this game for the world.

“Nah, don’t worry about it. I’d love nothing more.” Reflecting Yerim’s smile is so natural. “And as for a girlfriend, she actually dumped me recently, so I’ve got nothing better to do.”

“Oh my gosh, really? I’m so sorry to hear that. You seem like such a nice guy and you’re pretty cute too,” Yerim says in such a shy matter you’d think she was laying it thick and trying to fuck you herself. The thought crosses your mind: perhaps both these women are on the prowl for cock.

“Aww, thank you. So how about it? I’d love to spend the rest of the day hanging out with such a beautiful girl. Might even run into my ex and with you around me, she’ll be so jealous!”

“Oh stop!” Yerim laughs, playfully smacking your arm.

“I’ll take that as a yes then?”

Yerim nods, hiding her face between her hands. “Let’s do it!”

“Awesome. And I promise, if that freshman party gets too lame, we can find our own kind of fun.” You can tell Yerim is getting used to your touch when you nudge her.

“Don’t make me promises you can’t keep,” she says. “I think I’m good here, mom. I’ll see you at home tomorrow morning?”

This whole time Haseul has been seething as she watches you flirt with her daughter. It’s not even about Yerim; it’s that you’re clearly ignoring her. Her eyes are subtle in their intensity as they narrow. She must be thinking wild thoughts—If this dumb fuck of a stud thinks he’s going to just play her like that, he’s mistaken. And her daughter? What the fuck is this fucking act she’s putting on? This cutesy, “hehe uwu” act. Yerim really thinks she’s going to fucking take this cock away from her? Think again.

You know the type well. Thoroughly well. They tend to be thoroughly rammed by your dick sooner than later.

“Sure, sweetie.” Haseul smiles, her tone hiding all the venom in her head. “Be safe! Call me if you need a ride! Don’t drink and drive!”

“Great, let’s go, Yerim.” You grab her hand and start taking her along but before you leave, you stop and turn to her mother. “There’s a McDonalds around the block if you’re hungry, Haseul!”

That’s where all the sorority whores get their food after they’ve had their fill of dick for the night. You must know what it’s like. A faint trace of a smirk must show on your lips because the glare Haseul gives as you walk away, daughter in hand, is downright treacherous. You look down at Yerim’s butt that sways and enthralls like a hypnotist’s pocket watch; grabbing it right here would be perfect.

Small steps. In time, you’ll be grabbing this ass in public, and she won’t flinch.

“Fucking asshole.” Haseul growls under her breath. “Is that the fucking game he wants to play? Go ahead, flaunt my daughter. Soon enough, you’ll be groveling for my pussy.”

She calms her breath and heads the other way toward her Mercedes, already concocting her revenge for this slight.

This could very well be that day where it all works out.

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The music pumps too loud, and the glass table shakes with clinking noises as the bottles rattle. A few of the sorority girls you recognize wave at you while others send you leers of utter hatred. You never knew what to expect out of them, par for the course since you don’t remember half their names.

“Who’s the one with the black hair?” Yerim asks tentatively. The woman has been sending less than friendly glances toward the two of you since you entered the party. You figure it’s because Yerim has yet to leave your side or let go of your arm as you stumble through the flocks of drunk freshmen together.

“The one with the big boobs?” you say, trying to shout past the loud music.

Yerim nods.

“Ah, that’s Eunbi. She’s probably here trying to recruit some new sorority girls. Are you thinking about joining up? We have, uh, history. I can hook you up.” You find a couple of seats and pat on the one next to you.

Yerim lets out a giggle as she sits down as well. Since you’ve spent the entire day together, she’s far more comfortable around you, easily touching you and laughing into your side. The laughter against your neck stokes warmth within you, and with a bit more pressure and section, she’d give you a hickey. She puts her head up. “Mom wants me to. She usually ends up getting what she wants.”

You nod in agreement. “She seems like the type of woman who does.”

Sure, you’re in a miniature Cold War with Haseul (though she started it), but there’s no reason to deny facts. Haseul is a woman who gets what she wants when she wants it and she’ll use any means necessary to get it. Anyone who got in her way would be removed. It shouldn’t surprise you that she acts like that; she’s a woman with taste who only wants the best. You’d just have to prove to her you belonged in high flying whore life. And it all starts—

“Do you like big tits?” Yerim asks softly and giggles.

“What?” Good thing you set down your drink; you would’ve spit it out. You glance at Yerim on your shoulder. Though she stares back at you with big innocent eyes, you catch the slightest glint of mischief in them.

“Do you like big tits? Or do you prefer big asses instead?” When Yerim echoes the question, she adds some spice to her voice.

“Well, I, uh… I mean—what makes you ask?”

Your face finds company in your palm as you stutter further. It can’t be helped. The innocent, puppy-eyed, smiley girl, the one that’s meant to be a prelude to fucking Haseul, nothing more than a conduit to get back at the arrogant woman, is now toying with you. If you weren’t careful, Yerim would foil all your plans with less effort.

Yerim places a finger on her lips. “Well, it’s just that you mentioned Eunbi has big tits. But your eyes were kinda glued to my mom’s ass during the tour.”

“Ahh. That.” You scratch the back of your head and beg your brain to find some palatable excuse.

“It’s okay.” Yerim places a hand on your arm and shrugs. “I’m used to it, it’s just… I wish someone would notice my ass. I spent the beginning of the summer at the gym, doing squats. Has it paid off?” With raised brows, she gets up, turns around, and sticks her jean-clad ass in front of your face.

“Yeah.” You chuckle lightly. “You have an amazing ass.”

“Thank you!” Yerim blushes at the compliment said a bit too loudly. She takes her seat back next to you. “You haven’t answered my question yet. Do you prefer ass or tits?” This time she holds her gaze on yours, you look back at her eyes and stare, looking anywhere else just wasn’t a possibility.

“What do you think?”

“Hmmm. You mentioned Eunbi had big boobs. But you also ogled my ass and my mom’s ass all day.”

“Guilty as charged.”

Yerim chuckles. “I think it’s tits. I have cute ones, don’t you think? Not as big as Eunbi’s but they look good, don’t they?” She makes a show of looking down at her own tits, pushing them up between her arms to flaunt her cleavage. “What do you think?”

“Uhhhh. They look….”

“C'mon, you like them, don’t you? You aren’t going to get a taste of anything just looking at them.” Yerim pulls you closer, places her small hands above yours, and guides them to her tits. She whispers with a wide grin. “Now that’s a proper touch. What do you think?”

“Fuck Yerim, these are fucking stupendous,” you say in a haze of lust. The world around you stops as you take a moment to process just what the fuck is happening, not that anyone cares out of the waves of wasted partygoers. The only thing you care about is that Choi Yerim, this adorable girl, is telling you to feel her tits, asking if her ass looks nice.

If Yerim is like this, you stir at the thought of what Haseul would do.

“Better than Eunbi?” she asks. “They’re smaller but…”

“So fucking perky. Holy fuck, Yerim. I need you. Like now. Let’s get out of here and go back to mine.”

Her grin grows: the predator has her prey. “Hmmm, should I? You did pay attention to my mom all day and not me, and now, I let you cop a bit of a feel, and you already wanna take me back to your dorm? Is that what I should have done from the beginning? Let you grope my amazing tits right there in the courtyard?”

“I should have! Thought about grabbing that ass too and showing your mom what I’m going to do to it.”

“You like my ass, huh? It is a bit thicker than Haseul’s. My ex begged me to let him fuck it. It was fun stringing him along.” She gets up without another word, leaving you breathless.

You’re starting to feel strung along too.

Yerim approaches some random guy whose movements on the dance floor are uncoordinated. She pulls his collar and drags him towards the middle of the room to give you a better view. After Yerim bites her lip and glances at you up and down—pay attention—her bright smile returns. Though she pulls the man close enough to talk in his ear, her voice is loud enough for you to eavesdrop.

“You like my ass, huh? I saw you checking me out while giving me the tour this morning. Where did you go?” Yerim asks the bewildered dude. “What? Can’t focus with that hard-on after staring at my butt? Had to ditch us to focus on your work? Here, lemme let you feel what you’re missing out on.”

The barrage of questions leaves the man lost for words, yet he has even less than nothing when she turns around to grind her ass on him. Breathless, chest heaving sporadically, the poor guy is little more than a tool for her to fuck with you. Clearly, he’s never had a woman do this to him. Yet here he is, a casualty of a mere proxy war. “I-I I’m sorry. I couldn’t focus on the tour, and wow, that feels good.”

“Mhmm. I bet it does. It’s a nice ass, huh? I can see you like it. You’re pretty hard right now. You must be so big.”

You scoff.

“Wow,” the whilom tour guide says with his mouth agape. “Oh my god. You’re so beautiful, and your butt is very nice.”

“Thank you, I’ve worked hard on it!” Yerim barely hides the way she rolls her eyes at the man’s comments, looking over to you and mouthing “fucking virgin” before continuing with her little show.

You sit back and enjoy it for now. However, you feel a bit of jealousy and annoyance at being toyed with like this, so you’ll return the favor back to Yerim tenfold once you have the chance. Already, you imagine all the ways you’ll ruin that ass.

Yerim dances to the music, expertly swaying her hips, dropping her ass, and putting hands all over the loser’s chest. She turns around and grinds on him some more while she reaches around and wraps both hands around the back of his neck to tug him forward.

All things considered, a great dancer even when drunk.

“How far would you go for me to let you have full access tonight?” Yerim asks in a sultry tone, flipping herself around to look at the man, no doubt to watch him squirm under her gaze. “I’d be your first, wouldn’t I?”

His nod is all Yerim needs. She looks at you for a split second, and the look on her face says it all: Loser.

But that isn’t what comes out of her mouth. Instead, she controls her expression as expertly as her mom. “Aww, that’s so adorable. You’d be mine too. It’d be such a cute story to tell people. Cute tour guide hooking up with the freshman he fell for!” Yerim pinches his cheek more to humiliate him than anything else. “But I’m sorry, I’m so hesitant. I just….. I don’t know. I want to know if a guy is committed to me, you know?”

Fucking right. She’d spread her legs at the sight of a massive cock and still play this sweet girl act.

The man panics, wilting under the pressure of Yerim’s gaze. “I’m committed. We don’t even have to do it now. Do you want to get some late-night dinner? Or maybe go on a date sometime?”

You shake your head. This is getting pathetic. You know the type. All too well. The "nice guy.” He probably “deserves” her a lot more. Only thought about her ass “respectfully.”

That was once you, but the cynicism of time passing breaks the weak into strong, the strong into weak.

You should admit you’re a bit tipsy too.

“Hmmm,“ Yerim tilts her head side to side, vacillatory. "I don’t know. How about…. Nah, never mind. I think I’m going to get going.”

Yerim is slowly pulling away, but then he snatches her hand. The poor man’s overboard in thirst now. You stand up, ready to intervene until Yerim sends you a smug look.

“What if…. There’s no way you would.” Yerim has this guy between her fingers.

“No, what is it? I’ll do whatever!”

Yerim chuckles. It isn’t her usual sunshine and rainbow giggle but an arrogant, pathetic laugh. “Then… how about you get on your knees right now and kiss my ass?” Yerim’s eyes are trained on the man, scanning his face for a reaction, her every move calculated.

“I, um—here? In front of this crowd? There are too many people. Can we do it in the bathroom or outside?”

Yerim licks her lips. The red lipstick works wonders for her since the act entrances the man. “Forget it.” She turns to walk away.

“Okay. I’ll do it.”

With her back turned to him, Yerim looks at you, smirks, and mouths “too fucking easy,” before she looks expectantly at the man behind her. “Well then, get to it,” she says. The first signs of showing her true colors.

“Right, I, well—“

“Are you going to do it or not?”

He takes the first step toward her, but Yerim stops him.

“Nah, I want you to crawl from there to here.” Yerim points at the wall, where a burgeoning crowd forms, then to the floor at the center of the room where she stands. “You made me walk this far. Isn’t it only fair?”

Now that’s just cruel. Yerim isn’t even trying to hide her bitchy attitude now. Despite that, she can still pass as an innocent girl who wants someone to try for her.

But this must be the line, right? No way he gets down and crawls. Yet to your utter disbelief, in the middle of all the students clustering around, the guy gets on his knees and crawls a few feet to Yerim, then plants a kiss on her left asscheek, probably taking a long whiff as well.

The crowd reacts in a mix of laughter, shock, and insults.

“Dude, have some self-respect.”

“God, that’s so gross.”

“Man, I hope she lets you pound her tight ass until the end of time because that was fucking pathetic…”

“Why are guys so desperate? Ugh, let’s get out of here.”

You would feel bad for the man getting fucked over but watching that does nothing but make your cock rock hard at Yerim’s venom, all just to tease you and make you wait.

“So, uh, h-how about a date?” The man gets up and dusts himself off, doing his best to hide the humiliation.

“Aww, you’re so cute! I’ll think about it, alright? But hey, I gotta go!” Yerim smiles with no remorse or hint of malice as if she’d genuinely think about it. She gives his cheeks a squeeze. ”I’ll see you around.”

She turns to walk away, leaving the dude speechless and humiliated, and everyone in the room except him knows he just got played.

“What did you think?” Yerim asks you, and the smile that could put stars to shame is still there, though now all you can see is how she uses that to her advantage. She plays with the end of her hair as she raises her brows and gauges your reaction. If Yerim had some gum, she’d be chewing and blowing and popping bubbles.

So, she’s going to make this interesting.

You stand up, snake a hand behind her, and palm her ass. Gripping the flesh over the jeans, you could rip the coarse denim with one hand and take her right there to show that dude he never really stood a chance.

No words are exchanged when you pull her closer to you. Short breaths like nobody’s watching. You aren’t sure who makes the first move. Maybe it’s you, having been witness to Yerim’s little show of manipulating men, or maybe it was Yerim with her beautiful eyes locked on your lips.

Regardless, in plain view of everyone, Yerim’s crimson lips mash against yours, the slight taste of apple soju blending with the taste of her cherry lip balm. Any sound besides Yerim’s slight wanting gasps fades. The gasps only intensify when you finally have enough sense to grip her ass tighter with both hands and pull her impossibly closer.

“Fuck,” she whispers as she bites down on your lower lip.

“Think he sees what we’re doing?” you ask.

“I hope so. I wanna see his face.” Yerim turns and scans the crowd. She spots the dude, tears threatening to let loose, and laughs faintly. “He’s about to cry,” she says before pulling you in for another kiss.

“He got to kiss this ass”—which you squeeze—“so it’s a good trade.”

“I’d say so,” Yerim says in a sing-song voice dripping with honey before going in for another kiss, now taking her sweet time. You explore each other’s mouths with your tongues before you withdraw, a string of spit connecting each of your lips. Yerim twirls it around her finger then sucks it down. She understands the implication to the curious crowd when she cleans the digit in her mouth and sucks till her lips are hollow, yet she beams anyway.

You can’t fathom how easily Yerim can be so cruel yet oh-so-sweet.

“Are we going to make this dude watch us make out all night? Or are we going to show me to your dorm,” Yerim gets behind your ear and whispers, “and start to fuck me?”

“I was just making sure you weren’t going to make me kiss your ass first.” You chuckle, taking her hand and walking towards the exit.

“Nope,” Yerim replies as you hit the doors. “But I do want you fuck my ass. Sounds good?”

“Good doesn’t even begin to describe it. Going to send you back home with a limp after tonight.”

You’re sure Haseul will know exactly how she got the limp.

Same way she gets them.

✦✧✦✧✦✧

Snores come from the three other bedrooms. Hopefully, that means Yunho got lucky—or if not, whatever’s necessary for him to vacate your shared sleeping quarters.

“Shh.” You cover Yerim’s’ mouth as you pull away from the makeout session in the front door, a hint of alcohol shared between your tongues. “We need to be quiet, alright?”

Yerim pulls your wrist down and pouts. “Aww, really? I wanted to wake up the whole dorm, make ‘em hear me sucking your cock, just so they know.”

Though you shake your head, you don’t stop her from kneeling; instead, wet your lips in anticipation when Yerim gets closer, knee by knee. She throws her black leather jacket onto the couch. With pink nail polish bright in the dark living room, her hand undoes the zipper on your jeans, works inside, and fondles your shaft. You shudder, frozen in the middle of the living room despite the summer warmth from the weak A/C.

“Mmm, is this all for me?” Yerim’s fingers aren’t as rhetorical, jerking up-down. “Even after drinking? Seeing me humiliate that little loser really did a number on you.”

You shush her again. “Not here.”

“I think this place is perfect. Did you fuck your ex in your dorm’s communal areas too? Or did you like fucking her in your roommates’ rooms? I bet this cock made that bitch squirm.”

She’s right but—“Yerim, just… oh fuck. Let’s go to my room.”

“Is that what you tell the sorority sluts?”

“Don’t act like you won’t be one of them.”

“Me?” Yerim puts a hand on her chest, faux appalled, and bats her eyelids. “I’m innocent. It’s you who’s corrupting me with thoughts of sucking cock,” she whispers.

“Fuck, you know you should stop acting like some angelic girl next door college student. You’re literally a harlot from hell.”

“Isn’t that the best part? The innocent card works for me. Filters out the little bitches that can’t handle this cunt. I’m sure this campus is full of ‘em, like the nerd. If he really wanted to fuck me, he’d have grabbed me by my hair and dragged me to the closest bathroom, then railed me right there. Hell, he should have fucked me on the dance floor. Not stutter and call me cute. I mean, what the fuck. It’s pathetic. You… you’re different.”

Yerim and her mom have a tendency to leave you speechless.

Her tone shifts back to that slow, lovely, higher pitch. “I’m not a bad girl. Oppa, I just wanna make you feel good tonight.” The woman in front of you drives you mad. Her cheery bright smile and warm attitude betray her true colors.

“God, quit talking and start sucking my cock.”

“That’s what I wanna hear.” Yerim smiles; even in the dark, it shines. She takes your cock out fully and frees it. The springing thing smacks her in her lips. “Holy fuck.”

Of course, the trap is sprung. “Hm?”

“I-I’ve never seen one this big before.”

“No need to butter me up,” you say.

However, Yerim’s mouth is still open in legitimate bewilderment.

“Don’t tell me you’re going to back out now. You can’t get me hard like this and not do something about it, Yerim.” You chuckle darkly.

“I… I’m not sure it’s going to all fit.” For the first time tonight, Yerim isn’t playing around; there’s no hint of her usual flirtatious undertones. She’s just a freshman who’s never seen a cock this big and is now about to second guess begging to be plowed by it.

“Put it in your mouth,” you command. Yerim hesitates for just a split second, and you take control. You grip the back of her head and bring her nose right in front of your cock. “That’s right. Take it in.”

Yerim whiffs and whimpers. “Fuck.”

You catch her discreetly trying to use her tongue to wipe the drool from her lips. “I saw that. Drooling for a cock you say you can’t take? What’s the point in hiding it?”

“Wait, it’s too big. Wait, no, I want it, I need it, I just—I don’t know—“

You use that opening to push your cock in her mouth. The first few inches slide in without much work, but Yerim gags about midway.

To your surprise, Yerim doesn’t shove you off. Instead, she reaches behind, grips your thighs, and pushes herself even further to force the entirety down her throat. Her eyes water, her mascara runs, and her gagging and coughing vibrate your dick more as she presses on inch by challenging inch—you must be the largest she’s ever swallowed.

Nothing shatters your earth more than her devotion to devouring your length. The human reaction to gasp for air does not deter her; rather, it’s overridden by her need to prove her worthiness for a cock so big.

Pat her head. “There you go. Look at that. You’re a fucking pro. Did your mom give you tips? Is that how you bonded?”

“Shwut up abvout thwat whowe. Ahm way bettew than…”

Though her cock-mumbled speech fades, Yerim won’t quit choking when she’s so close to the root. At least, not until the lack of oxygen makes her eyes half-lidded, makes her gag out a couple inches (still plenty down her throat though.) She looks ready to pass out with a mouthful of your cock just to prove a point.

It’s admirable, the way she makes up for her clear inexperience with sheer want and horny fucking will. But alas, passing out at the beginning of a full-fledged fuckathon does nobody any good. The moon beams down a quiet light: there’s plenty more night to waste. So against every fiber of your being, yank her hair to free yourself from her lips’ grasp. Her hands on the back of your thighs resist the pull, but eventually, you extract your cock out of her warm fuckhole.

Yerim falls onto her ass with a small yelp because she loses her balance when she detaches from your shaft, counteracting forces of her resisting and you pulling.

“Holy fuck, I was so close. It’s so big, and I was so fucking close! Give that dick back.” Though she intakes air in desperate huffs, she spares a few seconds for her physical needs before animalistic desire takes her over again. With lightning speed, her mouth surrounds your dick again, this time taking it further before she gags. Her eyes bounce back and forth—your cock, your eyes, your cock, your eyes again; it’s a lot like her head that bobs up and down and resounds rhythmic slurpy wetness with each sip of your dick.

Gluck, gack. Gluck, gack. Gluck…

Yerim does not quite slide down to the hilt of your length, but she decides to suck on what she can, barely letting a few inches out at a time. Her eyes cross as she stares lovingly.

“This cock is amazing. Your ex was a stupid bitch.” Yerim salivates and splutters on your shaft. The building waterfall of spit joins the sweat on her crop-top, making her cleavage glisten—you’ll certainly fuck her tits later. Right now, some of that saliva flows down to her tight tummy.

You bundle a messy ponytail in your hand. The shades of purple work on her, though creamy white would suit her far better.

“If I was her, I’d never let this cock out of my sight. I bet you’ve got bitches lined up out this door waiting. You should tell them to go home. I’m using this thing all night.”

“You know, for someone who hasn’t even throated the full length, you sure talk a lot of shit. My ex had no problem taking—“

Any train of thought derails at once. Yerim once again forces, or tries to force, every inch of your cock, her plump cheeks hollowing. Even in her disheveled state, her smile is as bright as ever around your girth. You satisfy that smile further by gripping her hair and using her head like a sex toy.

“I’m so, so frhking cwose to the…” Yerim gargles spit and flesh as your balls slap against her chin. She pushes further, once more grabbing your thighs and using them to drive further. With her nose on your pelvis, you know she’s impossibly deep yet wants more, feeling the pressure of her hands on the back of your thighs.

With your help, with plenty of gagging and moaning—“Kweep, gh, fugking, gh, gwoing”—you finally tap the back of her throat. Yerim groans in pure joy, enjoying the moment, the base of your shaft around her lips, only for you to take it away with a backwards thrust of your hips.

She looks forlorn as if you just took away her car, her house, her favorite toy. (That last one might be true in a literal sense.) You want to pretend it’s about showing her who’s the boss, but being honest with yourself, it’s not about control; if you weren’t careful, she would have made you cum without delay. Therefore, you tug her away. Your cock exits her mouth with a loud pop, thick globs of spit dripping on your length.

“Fuck! Why did you pull me off? I was right there. I took it all!”

“Yeah, with my fucking help.”

“Again!” Yerim gets back up to pounce, but you take a step back and crook your index finger. “Seriously?”

“You want it that bad?”

She nods vigorously.

“Crawl.”

Yerim gets on her knees with little thought; getting on all fours right after is just as instinctive for her.

You stumble back as Yerim takes quick licks of your cock which leaks much precum. She backs you up further as she crawls, slowly following your cock, swinging it in her hand before she catches a grip and uses the mass of meat to smack her plump cheeks playfully. Dull thudding noises reverberate in the empty, messy room. Finally, you find yourself hitting your back on your door.

Yerim gasps as she comes face to face with your cock, a playful pout on her lips. “Nowhere to run? Boohoo.”

“I wasn’t running. Just wanted you to feel how you made that fucking loser feel at the party.”

“Please.” Yerim scoffs when you remind her about the humiliated man. “He’s lucky I let him touch me. He probably came in his pants.”

“I did see a little wet spot.”

“Pathetic.” Her tongue circles around your cock, and the soft, warm flesh licking around your shaft makes your legs buckle for just a moment. The twirls of her tongue are sloppy, but her eager drive more than makes up for it.

“Never even met that bitch before.”

Yerim looks up at you, dick on her lips. “R-really? You lied?”

“What? Don’t act like you’re innocent. Had to do anything to get that pretty mouth, urgh, right there.” You throw your head back when she tightens those lips, but you glare back down at her. “That’s right. You gonna stop sucking that dick?”

Yerim eases her mouth but takes your glossy shaft in her fingers. “Fuck no. It’s too perfect. I can barely fit a hand on…” Her breaths heavy, Yerim’s eyes blur as they admire your length, and she twists her hands up and down to familiarize herself with it further.

Your eyes must undergo the same dimming at the overloading of your most sensitive spots, but quick huffs through pursed lips return you to the world. “That’s right. Who cares what the fuck I did? Look at that cock like it’s your god. Worship it.”

Yerim runs kisses up and down, finds every inch of flesh, and trails her tongue around. “Mhmm. Tastes so fucking good. I want this so fucking much. So fucking big, I just…” she trails off, and sucks on the tip instead of talking. As she swirls around the cockhead, she sucks all your precum.

“Ah fuck, there you go. By the end of the night, I’m going to make sure you can take it all without any noise. You’re gonna need that skill since you’ll be spending a lot of time under the library tables sucking me off. Can’t have the whole library knowing I’m getting the best brain of my life, can we?”

“Mwph, nnuh-uh,” Yerim says, still sucking a few inches, but then she releases with a slurp. Heady from the head she’s giving, she becomes even more bubbly and airheaded. “We’d get kicked out before you even feed me my cum!”

“What a smart girl. Now quit teasing me and get to work. I’m not like that pussy at the party. Start sucking me off before I call up someone else.” You smack her cheek with your cock.

A sharp gasp from Yerim. She looks up at you, eyes wide. “Wh-what did you just say? After all that, you—”

“I said, get to sucking. You’ve pranced around with your two-faced attitude. A spoiled freshman who’s had everything handed to her by her bitch of a mom, and on top of that, one that plays and fucks with guys for fun. Leading people on and fucking with them for shits and giggles, probably getting wet over it, but I’m not a simp like that loser at the party. Bet you’ve never been treated like this before. You got me hard, so now you’re going to take care of it.”

This is a gamble: if Yerim decides to walk away now, your entire day will be ruined, and it’ll be back to slutty sorority girls. If it works, however, step 1 will be in motion. And all indications point to Yerim being down for this.

“Are you deaf? Get to it.”

You’re surprised anyway by her first sign of reticence. “I, uh—okay, of course, I need…” Yerim looks up with those doe eyes, but instead of its usual innocence, it’s now clouded with lust as she takes your cock with both hands and spits on it. She spits on it again. Again. “Ptoo. Just need, need to make it, make it wet.”

Now it’s soaked when she locks eyes with you and slips your erection into her mouth. Every inch, every nerve feels alive.

“Just like that. Yesss,” you hiss and grunt. Your back slips against the wooden door, and your hands search for something to hold onto—she’s about to take you on the ride of your life. Eventually, you gather yourself enough for common sense, gripping her violet hair. It looks exactly right like it’s made for this. Like it’s made to be gripped, in dark areas, in shady corners of the room, made to be looked down on as she goes to work on cock. And in the light barely there, the shades shine bright.

Sure, you’ve fucked Nayeon plenty of times here, and she was much more experienced, but Yerim would put her to shame. This moment brings you more pleasure than anything you did with your ex. Moans and gargled noises echo in the common room.

Yerim keeps up her dick-dumbed speech: “Gonna hammer this cowck intwo my moufh. Fuwck this thing into my brain, make it tap the bawck ohf my thwoat, and make an impwint wight theh—bleh, right there.”

Your roommates surely hear it, but you can’t care much either when you’re getting the head of your life from the hottest woman—well, the second hottest woman you’ve laid your eyes on. (Good thing your thoughts about her mom are private, especially when she’s giving you a blowjob.) While keeping her mouth on your cock, she gets on her feet, bends her down to get as much leverage as she can. The only points of balance for Yerim are her hands on your legs and your shaft in her throat.

You stare at her ass jiggling in her jeans as much as her face impaling itself to its deepest extent, but you stop staring and start acting: reach down to knead through the denim and earn her throat’s vibration around your cock.

“Fuck, like that, whore.”

Yerim looks up from her arched stance. A glint in her eyes.

“Should’ve known. You like that, whore?”

“Mmhkm, I love it!” Yerim inhales your cock with ease—or at least, easier than before. Practically skull fucking herself, she pushes herself as far as she can, then pulls out, spits out a stream, and goes right back in for more. Even as tears fall and black makeup streaks down her cheeks, Yerim never breaks eye contact, never loses that gleam of love for your cock.

“Goddamn. Here…” You seize control, putting pressure on her hair, using it to pull her head. “Since you’re so eager to try and skullfuck this dick, I’ll show you how it’s done, slut.”

You yank her down roughly to make her kneel again, but flip her so that she’s against the door instead. Yerim staggers a bit as you drag her back to the position, knees surely scraping on the carpet. “Asshole!” Yerim exclaims, but she doesn’t have time to say much else when you embed your cock to the hilt. She coughs and gags wildly, but that doesn’t deter you, only emboldens you when it makes your cock pulsate. The back of her head flat on the door, mouth full of cock, and all you see in her eyes that meekly glance up is the burning desire for more.

“Am I an asshole? Or the man you always wanted?” You take a step back… only to ram your cock in and out at a brutal pace, hitting the back of her throat each time and leaving the imprint she wants.

With each pistoning motion, Yerim chokes, weak pathetic breaths through her nose, and you only fuck her mouth deeper. That nose is getting used to the salty spit, the sweaty musk, the overall wanton filthiness that leaves a puddle of fluids on the shared floor. The pressure has you on the edge. Each time you push, her head knocks on the door like a desperate guest. Your rapid pace must make the back of her head sore, yet the discomfort doesn’t faze her. Only small tears now.

“Fucking see that? See this bulge?” You decelerate your thrusts, leaving your leaky tip in the back of her mouth. Yerim looks down, and her eyes grow in shock while you jerk yourself through her neck. “Yeah, that’s my dick in your fucking throat. I own this shit, don’t I?”

She nods, and you pull out.

“Use your words.”

“Haah, you own this throat. Fuck me with your cock. Fuck it daily. I want this cock in my mouth when I go to sleep. Fuck me till I can’t breathe, fuck me stupid with this cock!” Yerim pleads, her eyes watering. Her tongue lays flat on the underside of your shaft as she slurps on your dick, your hand moving slightly with her head as you still have her leash—er, hair between your fingers. “Please. I love this cock. Fuck my throat, I want to feel your cum!”

“You’re doing such a good job. Hngh, take it all the way. Take it, I’m going to fucking cum soon.” You don’t apply any pressure, don’t push her head any further. Yerim does it all on her own. Though you shut your eyes, try to look away, and think of anything else to stave off the incoming burst, it’s useless. Like fighting against a rogue wave in the ocean, it’s better to let go. Pound into her mouth, rapid insertions now, as it isn’t the time anymore to go throat deep. Her fuckhole lips are a warm, slick hand to jack yourself off.

Yerim pouts on your cock when she stops feeling the shaft fully choking her, but you couldn’t care less—your pleasure comes first.

“Fuck, here it comes!” You grip her head with both hands, fuck her mouth for a few strokes, and then finally push all the way when the internal pressure spikes and bursts you open. Your cock vibrates and flexes before shooting stream after stream of unseen cum into the back of her throat. Straight to the stomach. You groan out while more semen pulses out over and over, your forehead resting on the door. “Take that, Yerim. That’s for you!”

Yerim coughs and struggles to handle the massive load. Cum leaks with bubbles of saliva from both corners of her lips.

Pulling out is difficult; her suction on your shaft is so great you struggle to yank her mouth off. You realize it’s less physics and more just plain gluttony from Yerim, before you’re able to pull her away by the hair, her head hitting the door with a thud. Your cock exits with an echoing pop.

Yerim coughs, flecks of cum flying all over the place. On her chest. On her clothes. On her belly button and abs. She wipes her tears but only spreads her mascara around more—gorgeous regardless. She wipes the mess of cum, only to clean off her fingers and gulp it back down.

Diligently, she wipes your cock with her tongue.

“You taste so good,” Yerim says, her voice wrecked from the deepthroating.

“Yeah, it shows. Ready for me to fuck you?”

“Yes! I need this inside me! Now!” Yerim is about to get up, already ready for more.

“Wait,” you say. Keep her on her knees and grab a handful of her hair and clean your spit-slathered cock with it. The lush strands feel amazing on your cock, and you instantly harden again.

“Seriously?” Though on Yerim’s face, less annoyance, more amusement.

“Seriously. I fucking own every part of you, pretty hair included. Now let’s go,” you say, opening your bedroom door. “Time to claim my next hole.”

Without objection, Yerim crawls through the open door and towards you. Hands and knees on the dirty dorm floors—if there’s any discomfort, she doesn’t show it. In fact, Yerim looks like a natural at it. Sure, the bedroom eyes make Yerim appear as the blissed-out whore she is, but her movement is anything but, slithering swift yet elegant towards you.

Your eyes flash hunger. Her stare stirs a deep fire within you. Maybe Yerim is goading you into losing your cool and fucking her right there on the dirty floor.

That, or she just likes to crawl on her knees for dick.

“Hurry the fuck up,” you say. No watch on your wrist but you point to it anyway.

“You’re the one who’s making me crawl, asshole!” Yerim snaps back.

“I never said to crawl into the room. You just assumed. Seems that’s your natural position. On your hands and knees begging for dick, zero self respect as long as a cock is pounding your holes.”

“Oh, fuck you.“ Yerim half scoffs and half chuckles, enjoying your insults more than she wants to let on. “Now let me get this cock in my fucking—mouwf.”

“Fuck! There you go! Really missed these lips.” You groan slightly and your head hangs back. Yerim’s hot, wet, filthy mouth slobbers on your cock, her tongue works magical circles around your shaft, and her hand automatically reaches up and toys with your balls as if they belong to her. You hiss. “Even a couple minutes gone has me wanting more. Just quit school. Be my blowjob doll all day.”

Yerim’s eyes waver as if she’s really considering it.

“Damn, Yerim. What a good whore.” Your hands run fingers through her hair and gently scratch her scalp to encourage her. “Enjoying yourself?”

“Mmhmm! Gonna, hah, make, ah, my throat, hgh, mold this dick,” Yerim says in quick bursts as she takes just a second to gather some air before she devours your cock again; it’s as if she hates any second her mouth wasn’t slobbering on your meat.

“I believe it. but…” Push her face into your crotch and keep her there, leaning forward, pushing all your weight on her head, and driving your cock as deep as it can go. For the first time, Yerim tries to push herself up and get some air, but the way her throat vibrates your dick makes it feel far too good—her moans and groans make it feel even better. Savor the struggle before she coughs out your shaft. You plant kisses on the top of her head and whisper in her ear, “I hope you did a good enough job fucking my cock with your mouth, making it nice and wet, because I’m planning on fucking this ass.”

“Fuck, I couldn’t breathe,” Yerim says, her expression empty. For the first time, you think that maybe your gamble might have failed, that you’ve gone too far—then her bright smile returns, the same one that greeted you. However, this time, it’s full of lust, and her face is a mess. “I fucking loved it!”

You share her smile. Yerim undoes her black jeans and pulls off her cropped shirt. In just a few seconds, she’s down to simple red bras and panties. You follow her in undress, your outfit as swiftly floor-bound.

“Spit on this one more time and bend over.” Smacking your cock on your hand, Yerim does as she’s told: she lewdly spits on your cock before she stands up and walks towards your small desk. You stand up too to lock the door, then turn around—

You never asked her to sweep aside everything on the table, tossing your laptop, books, and notes to the floor to clear the deck for her anal experience.

“Whoops,” Yerim says, her eyes taunting you when she looks back. She knows exactly what she’s doing.

It won’t stop you from paying back the blatant disrespect.

“You fucking bitch!” you bellow. Instantly, you rip her doused panties off. The snap makes her squeal. You take a lewd whiff, then toss it over your shoulder. “Fucking spoiled slut. Think your bitch mommy is going to fucking bail you out of this shit?”

“Wait a second!”

“Nah.” Your fierce, reddening smack on her ass is her only warning. You yank her by the hair and push your cockhead into her asshole, the anger driving you forward inch by inch despite the tightness of her anal entrance. You don’t completely bury your cock inside like she deserves for her little bitch move, but you do go faster than expected, shoving a few inches at a time. Through clenched teeth and seething rage, you say, “Take it. I’m not stopping.”

Yerim finds herself shouting profanity after profanity as she loses more and more of her mind to the shaft penetrating her tightest fuckhole. Her head bangs on the table, as do both of her balled-up fists. Tears come out too, but she shouts anyway: “More!”

“You stupid whore! This is supposed to be me punishing you, yet here you are, begging and groaning for more? I should pull out and stop fucking you. Now that’s a punishment for a slut like you. That might be what you actually deserve, you spoiled cunt!” You push the last few inches until your balls slap her ass.

She screams at the suddenness, the force of your tip hitting her guts.

“It’s all in. Now I should just pull out and kick you out. Let you get a taste and have you addicted and cut you off.” You do just that, slowly unsheathing yourself and making her feel every inch. Her muscles strain and her ass shifts back to keep your cock locked unto her asshole, but the further you pull away, the more difficult it gets.

“No! No! I’m sorry! I’ll buy you a new laptop! Whatever you want! Just, please… please, fuck me!” Yerim is desperate, her voice weak.

You can only scoff at the reaction. “Fuck. You really are just a dumb slut. What else will you give me?” Your erection is right on the edge of pulling out. You tease her contracting asshole by sliding your cockhead a bit back and forth, in and out.

“Anything!” Yerim turns towards you. Eyes shine with fresh tears of pleasure, and bangs stick to her head with drying cum. You smile at your work. “You can live with me at my mom’s penthouses, fuck me in every corner! Anything, just fuck me!”

At her command, you relented. An upgrade to your living situation and pussy to use at any time. You couldn’t beat that deal. You pushed inside her all the way, grunting when you bottomed out.

“More! More!”

“As you wish, Yerim.” You part your legs a bit more and plant them before you drive forward, your hips working at maximum power since every thrust is a herculean endeavor given the tautness of her ass. Each snap of your hips fully lodges your cock into Yerim and drives your desk against the flimsy wall.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

The wood splinters on the corner of your desk; the drywall it’s banging into doesn’t fare any better, cracks already forming.

“Fuck, this asshole is—grh.” Yerim’s ass keeps gripping, clinging, massaging your cock. Oh, the sheer impossibility of pulling out, the sheer need to do anything but.

“Pound my ass, pound my slutty fucking ass, my tight, needy ass! Ram it, use it, anything. Please, please.” And so the combinations of her filthy mouth repeat.

“You know who fucking desperate you sound right now? You know how much of a hungry whore you sound like, Yerim? Was this what you wanted all along? When you asked what I preferred, did you secretly hope I picked ass just so you can get time to fuck it?”

“God, yes! I was waiting for you to say ass. I would have unzipped your pants, pulled your cock out and… oh my fuck, yes, right there!” Your dick rearranging her guts seems to override her thoughts every so often. “Fuck, I would have fucked your cock right there! Instead, you made me let that fucking loser tour guide kiss my ass, act like a little simp, and plead with me to take him out!”

“Made you? You enjoyed that shit.”

“You’re right, right, I don’t care! I’m just a dumb whore, an anal whore, just keep, keep fucking, harder, harder. Just don’t stop, never stop, oh god.”

Your consciousness leaves your body with the tremendous bliss that overheats your brain. Out of body, you feel your detached self burn in fatigue at the effort of your hips. You see the hole where the desk meets the wall, hear roommates shouting to keep it down—who cares. All that exists is fucking Yerim. Eventually Haseul too, but right now that arrogant woman is an afterthought.

“Yo, seriously! Shut the fuck up!”

“I’m trying to fucking sleep, asshole!

You’re rudely brought back down to the world, but worldly pleasures aren’t so bad, the tight ring lovingly hugging your girth up and down. Add more spit while some pre-cum leaks out. “Hear that, Yerim? Keep it the fuck down!”

“All I need’s this cock. Fuck them.”

You agree with her sentiments. Fuck your roommates. You aren’t going to be living here much longer anyways, from the sound of things.

“Goddamn Yerim. Nayeon, my ex, didn’t even let me fucking touch her asshole until we said ‘I love you’ to each other. Yet here you are, your whole body begging for it even if you can barely take it all.” You’re impressed at how much Yerim can handle. She’s like the perfect fuck AI, learning by the second and with a body built for sex, made for pleasure.

“Fuck! What a stupid fucking bitch.” Now getting more used to the brutal assault, her holes already sculpting to your shaft, Yerim is able to form a few more coherent thoughts in between profanity. “What the fuck does ‘I love you’ have to do with a dick in your ass? Ugh, it feels too good. I couldn’t give a fuck about love as long as you fucked me just like this. Just like that, like that, yess.”

Yerim spewing such venomous words to a woman you once loved would normally make you angry, but instead it only turned you on more. You can’t deny her logic. What does love have to do with pure animalistic fucking?

Or maybe there’s a different word for the kind of love her rear entrance makes to your cock. It’s a love that pulls out the primal heat and pulses and hormones from deep within. “Yerim, I’m going to cum! You’re going to milk my fucking cock.”

“Mhmm. Cum in me. I wanna feel that strong hot jet of cum paint my asshole.”

One hand wraps around her waist while the other chokes Yerim by the neck. She gasps at the loss of air but turns her head to kiss you, lewdly licking your face as you lightly strangle her and grip her right to your body. You pick up the pace once more, not wanting to disappoint. Each thrust threatens the edge to become the fall.

Yerim’s words are slow and punctuated by gasps and squirming squeals. “Fuck me, god, choke me tight, and cum in me, I want it all, give it to me, fuck, yes, yes, cum in my ass, tight, tight, choke and fuck, more, more, hnh.”

“Seriously, shut up, bitch!”

The banging on the walls and your door keep going. High five past self for thinking about the future for once and locking the door.

“I have a test tomorrow, man, what the fuck, keep it down!”

“Oh, shut the fuck up! You guys are—fuck, oh fuck, right there!—you guys are jealous you aren’t fucking like this! Just listen and jerk off, fuck!” Yerim screams back loud enough to wake up the whole campus.

That moment is that very fall foretold. You let go. Your balls pulse, your cock screams in painful pleasure as it shoots ropes and ropes of hot cum straight into Yerim. Her jaw slack, her chest panting for air, she becomes more blissed out with each load that enters her asshole.

“Yes! Fuck, I feel so full.”

You slowly let go of Yerim, letting the broken girl fall onto the broken desk, face first. Since cum still spurts as you pull out, you aim the rest at her asscheeks, fulfilling the perfection you imagined with streaks down her thighs. Smack your cock on it and slap the soft pillows and squeeze them as if you own them.

Luckily, the shouting to “keep it down” has died down for now. Yerim is panting and huffing to gather air, hair disheveled and out of place. She turns to look at you, her smile unfading.

“Damn.” Yerim’s fingers tease between her legs, feeling her slippery pussy lips underneath the used, sticky hole.

“Damn indeed,” you echo with heavy breaths.

Yerim gets up and stumbles a tad. She whispers a “thank you” before she smooches you and holds you in a long embrace.

“You’re welcome.” It’s the first genuine moment between the two of you that isn’t full of games and sexual undertones.

Yerim looks up into your eyes parting from the kiss. Obvious lust is tinged with another emotion you can’t quite pin down. The silence draws on longer as Yerim’s hand gently caresses your chin and her lips leave reckless kisses all over your face.

In unknown territory for the time being and wanting out of it immediately, you shake your head.

“So you weren’t kidding about the penthouse? Because my roommates are about to give me so much shit.”

You only catch something in Yerim’s eyes between two blinks—a split second of disappointment, some missed hint. Puzzles aren’t your strong suit.

“We could sneak out right now. Just grab all your stuff,” Yerim says, brushing it off.

“Yo, fucking seriously?” The door rattles as if it had anger itself.

You chuckle. “Speak of the devil—“

“C’mon asshole, have some fucking respect!”

“Err, devils.” You split away from Yerim and dash across the room in a whirlwind. “I’ll get to packing.”

“Right… well, I’ll, uh—I’ll go distract them?” Yerim’s normally bright and cheery voice is missing the sunshine and rainbows in them.

“Just get some rest. I’ll handle them,” you say, patting Yerim’s head.

She gives a final weak smile and long exhalation before she flops onto the bed.

“Fuck it, I’m going in!” The door swings open, missing you by a few inches and slamming into the busted up desk. The weakest fucking locks. Good thing you’re leaving.

“Yo, what the fuck. Some privacy?” You shove him in annoyance, not caring that you’re fully nude. Ryo bumps into Allen, and both hit the side of the entrance. They stand motionless and unable to speak when they see the girl on your bed.

Your blanket barely covers Yerim who lays there passed out. Her fingers still dip into her cunt and rub it in circles, either blissfully unaware of the intrusion or knowingly enjoying it. Her hair is mixed with sweat and dried cum, chest heaving and eyes lidded. A smile on her despite being asleep.

All three of you snap out of your respective trances. When you shove them back out the door, this time the two resist. “Get the fuck out before I beat your asses. Quit looking at her. She’s fucking mine. Go find your own fucking pussy!”

After you slam the door shut (don’t bother with the locks), Yerim begins to stir a bit, so you give her a kiss on the forehead and stroke her hair.

“Really gave me a run for my money there,” you whisper.

Though packing your belongings is a rush job, you finish it in silence. Give the room a onceover, pick up any stray items, and check your backpack. Make sure your laptop—just a couple dead pixels on the screen—your Switch, and textbooks are there. Check your pockets one last time and confirm your wallet and your keys; you fish them out, remove your dorm key, and toss it aside carelessly.

Relative to anal with Yerim, not even a sweat.

Time passes when you lie next to the sleeping Yerim and watch her pretty face—who cares how much it is? It could be one minute or a whole day. The particulars aren’t for you.

But eventually, you stand up reluctantly and open the door with a sigh.

“See, I told you,” Ryo says to Allen. Neither of them seem too concerned about you.

Allen’s eyes go wide. “What, what the fuck.”

“I thought it’d be one of the usual thots, not…” Ryo mumbles. “Who is she?”

They’ve clearly been waiting outside, ready to pounce and give you a piece of their minds on your way out—that, or to get one more peek at Yerim, judging by their red faces.

“None of your beeswax. Little bee dick losers. Go and cry to the RA. I don’t give a fuck. Imma be gone before the sun’s awake.” You hold your bag up.

Allen facepalms. “Oh, so you couldn’t have waited?”

You opt to ignore the nerd and turn your attention to the stark girl prone in the mattress. “Yerim.”

She slowly stretches her limbs and opens her eyes. A hint of your cream leaks out her rear. “Wh-wha…” Yerim yawns and smiles dreamily at you. “Morning, babe.”

“Pff. Babe? Save that for when I creampie you properly,” you say, and Ryo recoils in disgust. “Oh, and call a ride. ‘Cause if not, you’re giving me head in the back of an Uber.”

“You’re a fuckin’ bastard, you know that?” Allen shakes his head. “I said I have a goddamn test later today.”

“Hey boys!” Yerim waves. Shs crawls over to grab her clothes from the floor. Hands on the floor, tits hanging, perky ass shape in full display—you want to take her for anal, round two, in front of your (now ex) roommates. She makes eye contact with Allen and smirks. “He’s a bastard getting chauffeured to a luxury suite.”

“Tsk, naughty girl,” you say when she shimmies back into her underwear. “You’re gonna stain your panties with cum.”

Yerim pokes her tongue out at you before she gets up and grabs your arm. “That’s how I like it. Let’s go… daddy,” she whispers for you alone.

The two of them realize they don’t register as people in front of your eyes at all. Ryo sighs and heads back to his bedroom while Allen huffs and puffs, standing there as if he’s going to do something.

He won’t.

"The room’s a fucking mess! Look at all this shit you broke! Are you gonna leave this goddamn broken desk and wall here, you piece of shit, you gotta be fucking kiddi…”

How bold the drabble. It’s easy to tune him out because people like that never really get to action. His glares of righteous fury amount to nothing at the end of the day.

You walk downstairs and outside with Yerim in hand—more than in hand, you have to hold the weak-legged Yerim. Bask in the fresh dawn air.

As you wait together on the bench for the ride (some luxury black sedan apparently), Yerim’s phone rings.

“Hi, mom. Yes, I called the driver. Yes, of course I was out at a party. No, I—okay, yeah, obviously, I’ll tell you about it later, just… You mean, my condo? Yes, yes, yours, you know what I mean, the one I live at. No! Just use the other one! The one that’s two buildings over. It’s so much nicer, it has the gym with the equipment you like, and I need privacy for studying. Don’t tell me you don’t get loud too whenever you—ha, thought so. Okay, I’ll see you around.”

After Yerim hangs up, you ask, “Is this gonna be a problem?”

“Oh, not at all. I swear, she won’t even mind you living there. It’s just that if she finds out, she’s definitely gonna… Look, don’t worry about it.” Yerim squeezes your arm.

No need for that. You don’t do silly things like worry. After all, the future doesn’t exist. There’s only this tick of the clock and the next; that’s all you can control.

You can’t control Yerim learning over in the backseat, her mouth sloppily loud as it is wet.

You certainly cannot control the exact moment you puff up her cheeks.

So goes another second for the clock to record.

Handle the rest later.

Fibonacci ft. Heejin

length ✦ 11530

genres ✧ direly plotless, drawn-out, dialogue-filled BFH; daddy; bunny girl costume; fingering and spanking; begging and breeding; praise and degradation; sub gf!Heejin

edited by @existslikepristin, @midnightdancingsol, and @V1n on Discord

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Bunny girl. Bunny girl. Bunny girl.

Can’t shake that image off. A free ride in your mind. What if today…

Rainwater soaks through your jacket. You sigh in relief just to be inside the apartment building.

A bigger breath of fresh air, Heejin is right at the door as soon as you open it. She was in position to run up and hug you but decides against it when she sees your waterlogged clothes.

“Hey, babe. How was work?” Heejin asks, relaxing her stance. Her shorts under her cozy sweater must be short for all her legs to be on display.

Off goes the umbrella, jacket, the shoes, the laptop bag. You take out your laptop and leave the rest on a rack or a mat to dry. “Nothing too crazy, Bun. You?”

“Was just relaxing after I had a bunch of stuff to catch up on. Some vocal exercises. Guitar practice. Tired, tired.”

You give Heejin an empathetic nod and dry your hair (you note the state of Heejin’s wavy, dirty blonde much surpasses yours now) before you lounge lengthwise on the couch and pat beside yourself, your usual offer to cuddle.

Instead, Heejin points at the counter. “Made dinner, by the way.”

“Damn, that Japanese curry looks delicious. Thank you.” You absorb into the sofa’s cushions.

“Mhm.” Heejin places a finger on her lip. “Hmm. Usually, you perk up instantly for food. Already ate?”

“Yep. You got me. Just some kimbap from the convenience store. You’re the sweetest, but you didn’t have to. Pretty sure there were leftovers too.”

“Yeah, but you work so hard, and I like doing nice things for you.” Heejin giggles while she puts away some pans in the cabinet, the food in the fridge.

“You work hard too, you know. You’re so popular now, Bun. Oh yeah. Like I said, no pressure or anything, but speaking of nice things…”

Heejin sighs, her mouth wavering between a shaky frown and a shy smile. “Here we go.”

You unbutton your dress shirt, leaving only a thin undershirt, while she hurries to clean up the last of the plates.

Though Heejin approaches you, she stops in her tracks a meter away. “Yeah, yeah. I already know what you want me to do. I thought that maybe if I made dinner and was really sweet that you would forget.”

“Aww. Bun, are you blushing?” You don’t have to ask because it would be obvious even if you turned the lights off.

“Babe, shut up! I’m not blushing! You’re blushing.”

“Seriously, you sound so cute like that, you know?”

Heejin makes fists and waves her arms like she’s about to fight the idea. “I don’t! I don’t know. I know it’s not like me to be shy about anything, and I’m not shy. I’m just… I don’t know what I am.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, when you said you wanted me to be your bunny girl, I didn’t even know what that… entailed—of course, that’s the word I… Look, obviously, it’s not about being an actual bunny. Something about the Loonaverse?”

You shake your head.

“Mm, I know you call me Bun all the time, and it’s really cute. But that’s different. Or at least, I thought so. Then I asked myself, did it have to do with anime? Yeah, probably, but I wasn’t sure. And after a bunch of thinking, I became insecure about it. Could I really be a bunny girl? A Playboy one? An Easter bunny? Well, that’s not that sexy, and that’s really what it’s about, right? Being sexy? Ahh! See? All these questions and it became this whole spiral and I’m all confused again and, and…” Exasperation in Heejin’s breath.

“If you’re having trouble—”

“No! N-not at all. In fact, I have been thinking about it. A little bit.” She emphasizes with her pointer and thumb almost pinching. “Just a little bit.”

“How about we relax for now?” Your hand gestures for Heejin to come to the couch again, and this time, she nods. Instead of cuddling into your embrace as the little spoon, she lies down facing you.

“Hi.” Heejin smiles cheekily.

“Hi—”

A single soft smooch is how Heejin starts. Long lashes flutter on her beady eyes as she draws in a long breath. Knowing you’ll need the air, you do too. She stays ever meek in her kisses, sometimes missing your lips for the corner of your smile, your cheek, your jaw or chin or ear. You grab her soft cheeks and hold her in place to kiss her properly. Not necessary because regardless, Heejin cannot stay away from your mouth for too long.

“Mwh.” Quiet smack after quiet smack—every single peck is somehow cuter than the last: how Heejin pulls away, how she pouts and looks so needy for more like she isn’t the one drawing back, how the slightest whimper escapes. “Nh, I love you so much, babe.”

Oft-repeated, yet the words pulse around the chambers of your heart much louder than they’re spoken; after all, they are your true lifeblood.

You kiss the tip of her nose.

“I love you even more, Bun,” you whisper. “I could never get tired of kissing you, but… have you thought about it some more?”

“Yeah, I mean. I have. It’s weird. It’s almost like the idea of entertaining this bunny girl thing that you have turns me on and I don’t really know why. I feel weird about it. But I should’ve known ever since you called me Bun from day one.”

“Maybe it’s how we fuck like rabbits too?”

Heejin laughs at the obvious. Of course, it doesn’t need a reason, but it’s as though her outward happiness was made to warm your soul. “Right. I figured the least I could do was get a costume. Just to try it on. I wasn’t gonna tell you because I really thought making dinner and being all nice and cute would make you forget. I was gonna save it for a rainy day.”

You point past the window at the continued storm.

“So I guess it’s the day. Um, I got a headband that has bunny ears on it and… a buttplug, with a little bunny tail.”

The soul is not what’s so warm right now.

“Just to try it on?” you say with a sly smile.

Cringing hands hide Heejin’s face. “Mmm!” Doesn’t hide her red ears though.

“I’m kidding.” You pat her head and stroke her hair. "We can do this another day. You don’t seem too sure about this.”

“I am! I promise, I swear!” Heejin puts her hands up, revealing just how red her cheeks can get. “I don’t know. I guess I’m embarrassed, I’m nervous, and I don’t know why.”

"Lemme calm you down, then.” You reach under her sweater, feeling the warmth and the toned shape of her body before your hands arrive at her perky breasts.

Her respiration slows and accelerates sporadically. Your fingers tweak and pinch and roll the small tips harder, and even the simple action gets Heejin to stretch and contract and do whatever her body needs to accept the sudden pleasure. “That’s it, oh my god. You know just what to do.” Her moans are more breath than noise.

You pull away. Heejin looks confused until you grab her sides, sit up on the couch, then place her square on your lap.

“So what were you saying about the costume, Bun?” Your hands return to fondling her breasts, focusing on her nipples.

“Oh, right. So, I got the bunny outfit. Before you got home, I tried it on just to see how it felt and—that feels so good. Thank you, Daddy.“

This whole thing started the moment you walked in the door and saw her, but it truly starts when she gives your bedroom name the sultriness it deserves. It rings well with her low voice, especially whispered so sincerely. Here, your head goes into sexual overdrive. Here, you become a different person entirely: less boyfriend, more the daddy she needs to pamper her.

"Fuhh… Honestly, it felt kind of natural when I put it on, which was surprising, because I never wanted to be anyone’s bunny girl. But I really, really want to please you, Daddy. So badly.”

“Really now?”

The breathiness in her moans extends to her whispers. “The idea of bending to your will does something to me, Daddy. That feels so fucking good. Oh my god, you’re so good with your hands. Mmm, fuck, you know that when you play with my nipples like this… I-I can’t think straight, can’t make sound decisions. And I like it that way.”

“Maybe I should ruin all your reasoning then.” After sliding under her shorts, you feel up and down her pussy lips while your other hand pulls Heejin by the neck, close enough that breath is the only breadth between your faces. “You love when I control you, hm? Then listen to Daddy.”

Heejin nods. Sometimes, she also needs daddy to teach her a lesson too.

“You’re usually the one talking on and on while we fuck. Not that I mind, I could listen to you all day, but right now, do this for me. Keep your mouth shut while I play with your pussy. You can manage that, right?”

These next nods are desperate, mouth tightly drawn, brows creased, and chiefly, urgent in their speed. She needs this—now. Heejin squirms in your lap when your index and middle fingers run through her labia, increasing in wetness with every pass.

Your gaze pierces. Your fingers don’t. You whisper, “Quiet now. You want me to put it inside so bad, I know, I know. But if I do, you might make a noise. And then what? Then I’m going to have to punish you. Make you feel how my hands spank your ass until next week. Turn your legs into jelly.”

Two of your fingers tempt to enter her tiny hole. She has to swallow down a squeak.

“What a gorgeous face. A nice, spankable butt. Such a shame I can’t hear the prettiest voice in the world.” Threats to enter with your fingers become realized. Heejin straightens her posture. Incredible how two fingers can control her whole body. “Settle down. Just accept it, Bun. Accept it. Relax. Or don’t. As long as you’re silent. I can see you pouting. Your lips are quivering. I know you wanna make all kinds of noises for me.”

The blush on Heejin’s cheeks grows, so she nuzzles into your shoulder, and her hum grows too when your fingers plunge deeper.

“When I spank you, it won’t even be a punishment. So, I’ll tell you what. You’re allowed to say one thing. One single ‘please, daddy’.”

You don’t count her loud, quaking gasp as your fingertip drags across her satiny flesh since otherwise, you’ll be stuck here all night spanking her (not the worst prospect.) Heejin draws the air back in and pauses before she finally says, “Please, Daddy.”

It’s only fair that you pause too.

Let raindrops trickle.

“That’s it.”

Your finger-fucking rhythm is harsh and immediate, except for when you curve your fingers on the sensitive part of her walls and keep it there. Lucky for Heejin, the slick sounds around your fingers upstage her minimal moans.

“You squeeze like such a good girl around me. But I know how much you wanna cry and whine like a bad girl. Be quiet for me. Shush.”

Heejin holds you tighter as you finger-fuck her faster. Her legs squeeze together, locking your hand even though it was always going to see her climax through.

“That’s right, give me those needy eyes, those watery eyes. Poor Bun. Is Daddy putting you through too much?” you ask mockingly. “Oh no. I can feel you squeezing. You’re gonna cum, huh? Yes? You’re gonna give it to me like a good girl, aren’t you? And I know you’re gonna cry out. You can’t hold it in when you cum. Your whole body shakes, and you go, ‘Daddy, Daddy,’ isn’t that right?”

Her mouth is open, only letting wordless air out, but you know how much she needs to say yes—oh my god, yes—to let it all out. You’re in her head as much as your fingers are in her slit.

“But that’ll make you a bad girl. Because you’re gonna be so loud when you cry out, and I’m gonna have to spank you. There’s nothing you can do. So cum for me and get your spanking.”

How beautiful the world that is preordained to your words. How beautiful the restraint or the attempt at restraint or the failure of restraint. The thrashing of a small body and the spindrift of pleasure’s waves, tall and falling hard. How beautiful Heejin becomes when she loses control—oh no, the sounds of slick are not enough to overcome her voice, even through stifled lips and bitten tongues. Meaningless moans collect to meaning: under sloppy conditions, the precise call for her catalyst.

“Daddy, B-Bun is cumming!”

There’s no mistaking any decibel. You stoke the fire with your lips on her neck, your fingers unabated as they curl on her soft, rough inner flesh. Never do you ease off nor allow her respite until the final throb that courses through her muscles. With her cunt this sensitive, the exit of your fingers is met with clenching resistance.

Once Heejin passes the rivers of euphoria, she looks back at you with regret at her undisciplined volume. What a lie. She may play coquettish but she’s never regretted a single orgasm, a single whimper, a single strike of your hand on her ass.

“Bun. How naughty of you.” You sharply twist her off your lap then back onto your lap, but this time, she’s bent over for the full presentation of her butt. (On some days, it’s your dessert, maybe your pillow. On all days, your raison d'être. But today? That ass is your sexual outlet, your personal plaything.) Drag her shorts down to her ankles. You line up your palm while nectar-coated fingers feel the heft of her buttcheeks—a harsh, sudden slap. First of many. Indeed, her moans sound too delighted for regret, too needy for another infliction of pain.

“Ahh, Daddy!”

“Did I say to make noise now?” Your second spank is harder because yet again, Heejin knows exactly what she’s doing.

“I’m sor—”

“Learn your lesson.” No sternness in your voice can match the third smack that reverberates the living room. Wasted words, but at least the manual effort isn’t a waste at all.

Another and another and the percussion becomes rhythmic so that slowly but surely, Heejin sulks and slacks further down on your lap. But though her head hangs low, you notice her giddy smile when you manage to take your eyes off her ass.

“Aww, Bun’s little buns are so pretty like that, so sore and red. You’re gonna be a good girl for me now, mhm? So much need in your eyes.” Your spanks play meno mosso and the new tempo tempts you with familiar textures, glistening labia which part as her legs spread naturally. Instead of her ass, you spank her pussy, and a waterfall gushes between her limp limbs. “I can’t take it anymore. I need to hear you. I need your voice to fill the room, fill the neighbors’ rooms, fill the whole building. I don’t fucking care.”

“Yes! Daddy, yes, fuck me. It’s so, ahh, so s-s-sensitive, but fuck me with your fingers and make me cum again, please! Ah!”

When you restart that forceful pace, Heejin doesn’t just fill the room with groans and mewls as you predicted. She fills your nose with lewd scents, fills your legs with her dripping juices, and most of all, fills your mind with the subtlest plans.

Heejin grinds into your cunt-wrapped fingers, your other hand guiding her by the ass. Here is where simple plans become action.

“Hey! Don’t stop. Why you—why did you, why stop?”

You chuckle. “Do you really need another climax? You looked so sensitive. But no, as much as I want to see you overstimulated and babbling on my lap, I want to see the bunny costume even more.”

“Aww, really? Tonight? Now?”

You stare at Heejin.

“Okay, okay. I’ll be right back.” Heejin gets up (wobbling, light-headed so close to her edge) and slides her shorts off. The pitter-patter of tiny footsteps disappear, but when they reappear so quickly, their echoes are only partial. You recognize where she is.

“Come out from the hallway. Now. No need to hide.” You don’t mean to sound so intimidating.

“I-I’m not hiding!”

Blood rushes down to your loins without skipping a beat between Heejin peeking from a corner to her hopping out—air must have fled from your lungs at the same rapid rate.

Everything clings to Heejin’s body and highlights her every subtle curve, her every fit muscle. The black latex bodysuit with its sweetheart neckline over her tits and its crotch boasting the outline of her pussy lips. The fishnet stockings that dig into her creamy thighs. A detachable white collar around her neck.

But for all the tightness, you focus on the two promised accessories. The bunny ears on top of her head make her look so adorable—unlike the fluffy tail plug sticking out of a hole in the bodysuit tailor-made as an anal access point. Heejin tries to play off your animalistic gaze by posing for you. A cute peace sign, an awkward smile, a shy posture.

The fire only rages harder.

“How do you feel?” you ask.

Heejin takes deep breaths. “I’d be lying if I said it didn’t make me feel needy. No. More than needy. Like needy for sex, but I need, uhm, need to please you.”

“The word is submissive.”

“Well… yeah.” Heejin twirls in place, tail wiggling, snug bodysuit digging into her shapely ass. “Do I look pretty to you? Because that’s all I care about. I just wanna be your pretty girl, Daddy.”

“Of course, Bun. The prettiest in the world. Get over here.” The firmness of the bulge in your slacks is inversely proportional to the distance between you and Heejin. As she converges towards you sitting on the couch, diamonds start to fear for their place in the Mohs scale.

When Heejin is on her knees is when she defaults to her sensual hushed tones. “You know what else I want? What I really want? I wanna taste your cock. Yeah. I wanna taste your cock so bad. Can I, please? Can I, please, please take your cock in my mouth?”

Pat her hair gently. “Hmm. Only if…”

“Only if…? Only if what, Daddy?” Love and expectation fill Heejin’s eyes.

“Only if you say you’re my good bunny girl.”

Heejin pauses. It shouldn’t have surprised her considering not just the get-up but her whole demeanor. She should have realized that playful bunny attitude would lead her to this very question. But even over your pants, you feel Heejin’s hot breath and her drool as she vacillates.

Let her take her time. The anticipation is good for both of you. You can admire Heejin all day anyway, her toned arms when she places meek hands on her thighs, her tight frame outlined by slinky latex.

This downpour outside seems to pass on by, along with the sunrise and the next sunset. You can’t admit your impatience though. One more breath out, almost a gasp. Heejin puts all of her resolve into her words.

“I’m your good bunny girl.”

The resolve is in her words alone, and you smile because of it. Her smile is a weaker, more awkward simper, a colon/square-bracket emoticon. How Heejin turns a tiny, silly request into an embarrassingly erotic matter makes you want more.

“Say it again,” you command.

An unconvincing sigh. “Come on, I said it.”

This kind of whininess deserves silence as an answer.

Heejin steels herself, though she doesn’t need the same level of will to do so. “I’m your good bunny girl.”

“Again.” You’re enjoying this too much and it must show on your face by now.

“Stop making me say it!” However, her enjoyment is as audible as it is visible on her face with a smile: Heejin giggles while she rubs your firmness over your slacks. “Nngh. Please just let me have your cock, please.”

“One more.”

The frantic, flighty flits of laughter stop like a train hitting a wall. (Heejin has always thrown you for a loop in these moments, how her disposition turns so suddenly like she’s the center of the stage about to start.) No hesitation when she says, “Yes, I’m your good bunny girl! I’m your good bunny girl, your good, good bunny girl, your very, very good fuck bunny.”

“There you go.” You shift on the couch and ease your posture to push your crotch closer to Heejin’s ready mouth.

“I can have it?” Heejin points and taps two fingers together.

You nod.

“Finally. Thank you, Daddy.” No cutesy lilt. Just genuine gratitude.

Yet the pull of the zipper is too slow. Trapped under your boxers, your dick juts out furiously.

“Oh, Daddy, you’re so hard.” One step at a time. Heejin unbuttons. Then she tugs your pants. This too is so slow, too slow. She doesn’t have to pull your clothes off like it’s glued to your skin, but she’s savoring the little moment herself. However, patience vanishes when she gets to your underwear as Heejin nearly tears it off your body. With that same vigor, her tongue is licking your erect shaft before it can hit her face.

You groan at the softness, the wetness. “Hnh, you’re in such a rush.”

Tongue out, puffed cheeks, mouth half-open like that, Heejin really does look like an adorable bunny, especially with her gentle panting that drips a bit of spit from the tip of her tongue to your shaft. But cuteness doesn’t exist when she’s on her knees with her back arched, showing off the bunny tail that anally plugs her.

Heejin swipes her tongue up and around your length aimlessly, giving it a nice sheen of saliva. “I just wanna make you feel good, Daddy.”

“Of course. I love your tongue, Bun, but you know how to make me feel even better.”

She nods vigorously. After one final brushstroke, the tip of her tongue lays on your cockhead’s slit. “L-like thih?”

“Almost.”

Heejin’s tongue retreats. She taps her finger on her temple. “Ohh. I know now. You want me to suck it!”

Even while servicing your cock, she can be so naturally cute.

Her lips start small. Puckered, they rest on the top of your erection in a drawn-out smooch. “Mm… mwah. So perfect. Such a perfect cock. A perfect daddy.”

As her lips part around your tip, you sink into the couch while her head sinks into your crotch. Heejin does not partake in the entirety of your length, but rations herself to simple ratios—halves, thirds—in slow, erratic plunges, head bobbing to and fro. The spirited, sloppy suction slurpifies with all that spit and the further down she swallows you, the louder it gets and the more her tongue sticks out to depress against the underside of your shaft.

And back out she goes, swirling that tongue around before she speaks again. “Do you like the way I worship your cock, Daddy? The way I savor every inch of it?”

There’s always a perfect variety to Heejin’s blowjobs. The moment you think you know what she’ll do, she releases your cock to the angelic image of saliva threads bridging your tip to her face to the exposed cleavage of her bunny suit. Though the slice of heaven you try to take in is but a single frame, it’s too dazzling anyway. Before you can answer the obvious “yes,” Heejin is already pecking and smooching and unbridled, making out with your shaft and making off with your speaking faculties.

What a robber, but you don’t mind your poverty, barely scraping by with primal groans.

“You know what you did to me, Daddy. Making me hold back just makes me want to tell you even naughtier things. Like how being your little bunny girl warms my womb. I think… no, no… I know that I want—need, need you to breed me.”

You could never escape the thoughts, having talked to her plenty of times about the difference between protected and unprotected sex. With Heejin, both are heaven-sent, but you know just how carnal she can get with the latter. This shouldn’t be anything special since you’ve already creampied Heejin many times. But those times were framed in a different environment, heats of the moment where you had taken off the condom.

Now, you’re acutely aware of every thrust of your cock.

Despite the polish of her polish, you’re acutely aware that those thrusts are not in her pussy, drowning her womb in warm, sticky seed.

Her words become softer and deeper as her slurps take over, more focused on fully throating your cock now. The upshot is that Heejin only speaks in the upward strokes between the gasps.

“And I’m ovulating, hah, right now. So, if you were to cum, ahh, inside me, hgh, you’d probably get me pregnant.”

With such explicit imagery, you have to run your hands through her hair just to stay sane. Your fingers clasp in pleasure to wrest control back—control, what a hollow pretense. Your hips roll back and forth and now, you’re fucking her mouth more impetuously. More force, more depth, enough depth for Heejin to choke on your shaft. The tight passage where air belongs, from which sweet melodies play, is clogged by vulgar flesh. Her chokehold on your tip makes the heat surge already.

“Ngh, nuh, ahk.” Heejin gags, swallows spit, gasps on the release of your cock. “Hah. No, Daddy. Don’t even waste pre-cum in my mouth. Did that idea do something to you? Do you like that idea? Knocking me up?”

“B-but, but what about—”

“What about what? I think you really like the idea. Everyone will know that you’ve claimed me for your own. Or maybe they’ll never know and they’ll always wonder who put a baby inside of her. I think that sounds better. No one should know about how well Daddy fills me up.”

Reduced to animal faculties, you can only growl, only grasp her hair tighter.

“It’s hard for me to stop licking your cock. It tastes so good. It’s perfect. But my pussy is absolutely dripping. It’s gonna feel so good to get Daddy’s perfect cock all the way inside me.”

Heejin finally slows down from an unrelenting pace of licks and sucks to casual kisses. You fear one of those kisses will be the goodbye kiss. But as one door closes, another one opens.

“So, can I ride your cock, Daddy?” A question to which Heejin knows the answer since she’s already getting up from her knees.

Therefore, you ask your own obvious question. Not only do you know the answer, but you’ve already heard it. “Are you a good bunny girl?”

“You really wanna make me say it again? I’m your good bunny girl, Daddy. I am. I’m your good fucking bunny. I’m your perfect, sweet fucking bunny.”

Your last article of clothing, your undershirt, barely survives intact when you tear it off yourself before you lie down on the couch. “You’ll say anything to get my cock, won’t you?”

“You’re right, I will say anything to get that fucking cock.” It’s not only what she says but how she says them, fully hypnotized.

A cycle of hypnosis, her voice charms you like nothing else. But sight returns like a jolt when Heejin unclasps a button that releases the crotch of her bodysuit. Your fingers, even toys have never gotten her pussy so soaked with girl cum. A soft warmth radiates from Heejin’s slit as she sways her hips and aligns herself with your cockhead.

“Let me sit down on that.” The butterflies in Heejin’s stomach seem to flap cold air so that her breath escapes as shivers.

When hands clamp on your shoulders, you know performance art is about to go down. You’re enveloped by a velvety warmth, more and more eclipsing your every nerve ending. Heejin moans, and the pitch heightens for each inch she sinks down. Unlike when she takes you into her mouth, she bothers not with teasing nor tasting a partial meal. However, even with the aid of gravity, Heejin has to strain herself downwards to work against her own tightness. You’d give her a hand, and in fact, you’d love nothing more than to have your hands on her slim waist, her pert ass. (Usually, it’s the strength of your hips that bring you all the way to her depths, fucking her doggystyle or pronebone or against the wall.) However, Heejin is focused enough that you have to give her the satisfaction of wrapping her pussy lips around the base of your shaft all by herself.

“Yes!” Heejin’s legs tense after she finally drops her butt down to your crotch, dropping your cock out of sight. Certainly not out of sensation. She relaxes and stirs her hips. The stirring becomes grinding and shuddering breaths. “Ahh, uh—hhm, you can’t imagine how much better this feels with this plug in my ass.”

You don’t have to imagine bliss yourself: you even perceive the tautness of the plug through her walls. Her grind finds a new form once the smooth swaying becomes jerky snaps of her hip. It’s only the subtle friction of her walls on your cock, but you still groan deeply because of it. Heejin starts bouncing, pussy lips stroking further up your length, and finds momentum like a ball rolling down a hill. Her left bunny ear flops while her right ear stands straight up. On some bounces, probably whenever your tip grazes a sensitive rough patch, she arches back then falls forward at the sudden swell of gratification. On other bounces, Heejin’s posture is immaculate, as if your erection is puppeteering her whole torso, better than your fingers.

Only moments ago, Heejin was hiding from you, stuttering, reticent. Now her lust, her full heat is on full display with all semblance of embarrassment supplanted by pure sexual heat. The long wavy blonde locks are in disarray, clumped with spit from the earlier blowjob, sweat making them stick on her face too until her ride gets rough enough to shake them off.

Can’t have your hands on your sides forever. First, you fix her hair, swipe strands off her face. Then you grab two pillowy asscheeks and pull Heejin down for more impact. Some skin slaps skin, but there’s also fishnet and latex in the way. All key parts of the masterstroke before you.

Sex with your girlfriend Heejin is great. However, sex with your bunny Heejin is divine.

“God, it’s like you were made to bounce on my dick,” you say, kneading her buttcheeks, “like your pussy was made to mold around it like a good little Bun.”

“No, no, Daddy, your cock is even more perfect. It just stretches me out so good. Fgh, yeah. And besides, you know all the work I put in my body. All this work’s for you, Daddy. Every workout is just so I can work your cock longer, harder.”

Her core exercises especially let her grind and roll her body against you with an incomparable rapidity, let her lean down to your face in one graceful motion without a single missed lift and drop of her ass. Heejin has no embarrassment, no hesitation, sloppily kissing you and moaning into your mouth.

“I wanna be your sweet baby bunny, I do. I know I was really shy about it. But I love surrendering to you. I love it so much that now, I wanna be your bunny girl. I really want it. And I want you to breed me. I want you to put a fucking baby in me, Daddy.”

Heejin straightens herself again with her hands on the back of her head. Either she grinds back and forth, or she hops up and down, or she twists and fucks herself into your cock—any option could be the last thing you see before you die, and you wouldn’t mind, but other designs enter your mind, blown as it is up to now.

Groan, grunt, grab her ass and slow her down. Eventually, she gets the message and raises an eyebrow.

“We should switch positions.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m going to cum in you as deep as possible. Put your legs up on my shoulders.”

“I love that idea, Daddy. You know you don’t even have to warn me. Just fucking manhandle my body, whatever you want. But I guess while you’re at it… Lay me down, be gentle with me, Daddy, ahh. I’m just your sweet baby bunny.” The saccharine in her voice betrays her sweat, her skimpy outfit, her drooping tongue, her thick cream glazing your cock.

You set Heejin down on the couch with her back flat. Her ass is raised, presented like a present in anticipation of receiving your cock, and you grip her ankles to help her place her legs on your shoulders.

At this angle, plunging into Heejin has never been easier/harder. Easier, because you don’t have to fight against any unnatural angles, only bend into the squat with all your weight. Harder, because the clench of Heejin’s walls is so overwhelming that its struggle transfers to your dizzy head, unable to understand which direction the difficulty falls.

Not a smidgen of uncertainty that you will breed Heejin at this rate.

Overwhelming, oh, the overwhelming of your jackhammer pounding, pound-for-pound unfairly matched leverage and savagery. But contrary to the recklessness, between a lengthy moan and another, Heejin repeats a gentle incantation, as if she were meditating, as if her mind were wandering away from reality: “I’m your little cum bunny. Yes, I’m your little cum bunny. Yes, I’m your little cum bunny. Yes, I’m your…”

It emboldens you somehow further. Grip on her chest over the bodysuit and her hips and her thighs, pump your cock with more strength, use her body like the handle at the end of a tool. “Little cum bunny, cum bucket, cum hole, nrgh, little cum…”

Heejin’s hands are hectic. She tries to grab onto your shoulders for support, but you pin her wrists to the couch instead. “Yeah, I’m your cum dump, Daddy, your cum rag, fucking use me, whatever you want to do. After all, all I think about is—fffgh, how much I love your cum. How b-bad I, ah, I want your cum to fill my tight little pussy. I want it so bad.”

When you’re in such automatic, instinctual lust—forcibly grabbing her hair, fucking Heejin into the couch until she’s just a cushion herself—everything other than Heejin is wispy fog. You’re in a void of sweat (she must be even hotter in that suit), of hormones firing wildly like wildfire. Above all, you’re in a chamber of echoes and reverberation. The frailty in her normally powerful voice only magnifies her allure; in that smallness, she becomes the choir encompassing all your existence.

“Did this bring something out in you, Daddy?” Up and down her voice plays in unpredictable melodic contours. “Seeing me like this, getting all dressed up for you, becoming your perfect little bunny?”

“It did.” You hiss, the buildup of internal bliss racking your brain.

“Good. B-because your cock feels so good, Daddy, when you fuck me this… hard, oh god.”

Heejin is a bunny caught in a hunter’s snare, and her only escape is to fall further into her own rampant heat.

“I-I’m your good girl, I’m your good bunny, I am, will, will always be your good, good bunny girl.”

“You’ve been thinking about it, haven’t you?” you ask at the troughs of your rhythm. (Even your couch must know fatigue by now.) Look into her eyes. Look so hard you might find the truth in her woozy, cock-drunk mind with no reply necessary, yet every reply is given anyway.

“You’re not wrong. I have.”

“That’s it? Just thinking?”

“I… no. I’ve been playing with my pussy so much, thinking about how much you’d like me like this. Y-you already like me anyway, right, Daddy?”

“I love you. More than the world could ever know.”

“Daddy! I love you too.” Heejin leans up to kiss you. “But, I’m gonna change for you, only you. I wanna be your perfect bunny girl. All cool on the outside, but underneath it all, underneath you, I’m just a silly fucking bunny girl. Oh god, right, ffh, there. Right—there, oh, right…” There’s desperation on Heejin’s lips.

Or drool.

In, strike. The friction reduces with natural slick. Out, grip. Your cock is sloppily Heejin-coated. Her plushness gnaws at your mind like every word uttered, swathes your shaft, makes your brain burn all its fuel on the sole task of—

“You’re gonna get me fucking pregnant, Daddy, right? Right? Please? Please, please, pretty please? You’re gonna put little baby bunnies in me, gonna make me a mommy, gonna make me your sweet Mommy bunny.”

Already, you throb. You, as in your whole body, every muscle. You, as in your shaft. You, as in your fraying fibers of restraint—those throbs will snap the last thread. Even though you know her walls get gluey/viscous with her cream, and you know pounding this rough into her makes Heejin’s pussy clamp down on your cock, you know more surely that you’re already sending warm pre-cum straight to her womb.

There’s a fire in the house of your body.

You can only put it out by fucking Heejin harder, enough for her tits to fall out of the tight bodysuit and her bunny ears to fall off her head. After fixing the headband (the bodysuit can stay tousled), your once-stalled pace finds a passion anew.

“You can fuck me while I’m pregnant the whole time. I bet you’d love that. How big my tits would get… I’d be your pregnant bunny girl, who’d get on her knees every fucking day and suck your cock. God, I love sucking your cock. And you know I love tasting your cum. But right now, I want it, deserve it, deep in my needy little pink pussy.”

“Thirsty slut bunny. How am I supposed to control a bunny in heat like you?” Though they’re not as big as the future she presents, her breasts spilling out of the bodysuit still present an opportunity: they have enough mass for you to spank. You make them equally red and tender. Left, smack. Right, smack. Over and over and over for every bounce up your cock and for every slide down.

“Awhff, fuck, yes, Daddy, I fucking love being your bunny girl fucktoy. Treat me like your fuckdoll. I want you to breed me. I want you to put all your cum inside me.”

Undeterred by your continued slaps of her tits, a devilish smirk grows on Heejin.

“I waited until tonight because I knew you weren’t going to forget. Of course, I knew, Daddy. I, nh, know what you think about. I know your needs. I know exactly what makes you tick. I wanna be perfect for you. Anh, I want to be your perfect. Little. Fucking. Cum bunny that milks your cock so I can milk your cock even more every day when I get all pregnant after you breed me and, annuhh, I need and I deserve it because I’m always going to fuck your dick so well because I’m a good girl.”

You can never get over the pure filth contrasting the adorable glance of her eyes contrasting the deep tone of Heejin’s speech, deepened further by the languor and the constant moaning. Her words guide your every action: as Heejin speeds up vocally, so do you physically, and as she raises in pitch, so too do you raise in intensity. You’re not fucking your bunny anymore; you’re mating with her.

“I’m your good girl, your good bunny, and your good bunny’s gonna fucking cum. Yeah, Daddy, hold me closer. I can feel you massaging my womb. Fucking cum, gonna fucking cum. Fuck!”

“That’s it, cum, cum for Daddy,” you say before you lean in for a thorough kiss. You ensure that you keep hitting those same doughy, delicate spots with every shove, familiar with them like the back of your hand (though more literally, the tip of your finger or your cock).

How can Heejin be more angelic? The beauty of the consequences of your actions. You’ve made her squirt plenty of times—with toys, with your mouth, with your fingers—and you’ve even fucked the girl cum out of her onto your cock with the aid of vibrators. Not only do you love the mess, but you love how Heejin clenches absurdly tight. This time is different. This time, Heejin sprays from the force and stimulation of your shaft’s thrusts alone. All over and around your cock, she cums a cascade of clear fluid. Her whole adorable face tightens and creases, except for her mouth which widens when you let go of your kiss.

“Ahh, so, so much, ah, cu-cum-cumming, ahh, ahh—” On and on the groan goes, Heejin’s tongue poking out between her lips.

On and on the sprinkle goes. The couch, stained. Legs and crotches, stained. Squirt even drips down to her buttplug, saturating her fluffy tail enough for the fur to lose its shape. You catch a glimpse of muscles clutching around the toy. As your squirt-covered shaft splits her tender pussy, Heejin squirms at the heightened sensitivity.

“Can I keep fucking you?”

“Ye—yeah, yes, yes, please, I’ll take it for you. I want you to… fugh, fucking cum in—inside m-mmee. Ah'll… ah, I’ll p-prolly cuuhm again, to, tsss, to be honest. Just, sex toy, bunny, me.” Broken words make Heejin sound uncertain, not out of embarrassment, but out of a physical weakness derived from orgasm.

Your cock is buried hilt deep, and you’re content leaving it there. “Are you sure?”

“It feels so—gh—s-sensitive but so, so perfect too, so yes, please, Daddy.”

However, you’re more than content to swing the pendulum once again, especially since clouds appear. That darkened sky inside you like the rain outside is dulling your fire, but it rages on regardless. When the cloudburst rapture drowns you, you will erupt. Not a matter of “if.” A matter of “when.”

As you pound and deplete more of your energy, Heejin eventually regains her coherence, or at the very least, she has more than you. You’re just a set of arms pinning Heejin down, a set of legs to propel your mating press, a solid erection, ready to explode and provide the desperate bunny girl with semen at any time.

Heejin holds the back of your neck, and though she’s clearly sore from her climax, she even lifts her ass to fuck herself into you and add more exertion to your hammering. The small motions must take so much strength, all those crunches and planks ending up as reciprocal motion as she grinds into you.

Your voice chokes and dies, and you puff and pant and gasp at the ongoing exercise. (You’ve done your best to keep up with Heejin, but that’s a tall order.) Even in her most depraved state, drenched in sweat and her own cum, her eyes clouded with lust, she manages to find syllables. First, it’s just profanity, cries for “Daddy,” but then the enchanting dirty talk restarts.

“Yeah, you like the idea of me being your secret fucking bunny slut. I’m such a prim and proper idol, a star on the stage, but when I come home, I’ll put on my bunny outfit and you can do whatever you want to me. Daddy, I’ll be grateful for every minute your cock stuffs my tiny bunny pussy.”

Raindrops splatter against your window. Pitter, patter. Small footsteps.

“That’s it, Daddy. Pump your little baby bunny full of cum. Fill my fucking pussy with that cum. I’m gonna be such a good girl for you. I’m gonna get pregnant. Breed me, breed me, breed your bunny.” Heejin pulls your neck for another kiss. Yearning, suddenness, all of time passing, like the world’s over, like this embrace—both her arms on your back and your conjoined lips—is the last.

“Close. Gonna cum.”

“I know. I know you are because I’m your perfect slut. Do it. Dump your cum in my body. No, Daddy, it’s your body. Yours to use and play with and fuck as hard as you want. Fuck me as hard as you want, fuck your cum into me. I can take it for you.”

Truthfully, your motions are minuscule in comparison to Heejin under you. The strength you send into her pussy with every buck of your hips is multiplied tenfold when she raises her ass. Her flaunted core strength doesn’t surprise you, but it doesn’t require a surprise for your apotheosis to manifest.

Nothing new under the sun, the moon, the rain—or so you believe. This is the center. The first hurricane whose eye is the downpour. Something should be wrong, but nothing is wrong. You understand exactly why this happens.

Fall into place. Everything does. Fall into place. Pieces of the puzzle, and that same satisfaction when you get closer to completion. A radiating consummation. But you’re not just a single piece. You’re the solver, and Heejin is the cipher. When she donned the bunny girl outfit, she helped realize a big part of the big picture. A near-complete sacrifice of your stamina, of your will. You may think you know what the end looks like, but each thrust reveals more of Heejin’s design.

She was always a perfect artist in every respect.

Fall into place.

The final piece of you.

“I’m done. Take it, Bun.”

“That’s it, Daddy. Give it to me. I can feel your cock twitching inside me.”

Drops of cum splatter against her womb when the drops become a new ocean’s worth of viscous spray. Heejin siphons your load out of your twitching cock with pleasure, the biggest smile on her face. Through the intense, limb-seizing, black-out climax, you’re frozen in your squat above her so Heejin has to keep bouncing her ass up against you to melt you into action. Understanding how she felt just moments ago in her orgasm, you persevere and slam your spurting dick inside of her pussy.

“That’s so much cum. God, you’re still going. I already feel like I’ve been filled for the whole month with your load. But you know that’s nothing compared to a baby in my tummy.”

Throughout the rough treatment, Heejin is not idle. One hand fondles your warm, pulsating sack in appreciation while the other holds your waist to make sure you’re cumming as deep as possible. Despite slower and less intense throbs, your erection remains at its completeness. Heejin slides up from your balls to between her legs. Even though her cunt lips are clamping against the root of your cock, she tries her best to save any cum leaking out. How diligent of her.

After having been in the same position for so long, you relax your tense, burning muscles and release everything you’ve been holding onto. The couch, Heejin’s tits, your own legs. However, when you try to fall back, Heejin keeps her legs locked, her soaked pussy unyielding as it cocoons your dick.

You groan painfully.

“I’m sorry, Daddy.” She relaxes, but you dig your fingers into her legs between holes of the fishnet stocking to stop her and shake your head.

“Fine,” you say through gritted teeth. “I’m fine. You need to be bred. Just stay like that. Let’s just relax.”

Only now, you notice that her bunny ears must have fallen off sometime during the frenzied sex, so you point out the headband on the floor. Heejin releases her leglock, though her pussy is still clamping and warming the tip of your dick. After she contorts her body to pick the bunny ears up without releasing her cock-hold, she puts it back on and fixes her fallen neckline too. (Her tits tempt you latex-covered as much as they do bare.)

It’s a slow tangle of bodies, but you eventually lie down on the couch first. Heejin rests her head on the opposite side of the couch and lazily sheathes herself straight to the bottom of your shaft. With her position, Heejin’s feet rest on your chest, so you massage each sole and kiss each toe.

“Fucking—even that’s making me want to fuck you again right now. I need more, Daddy.”

“Bun, I’m sorry. You have to understand how tired I am.”

“Okay, we’ll just rest for now. But if you’re up for it, if you think you could, um, cum in me one more time tonight. I know I’m a greedy bunny but I really want you to breed me and having two loads of cum will only increase our odds.”

You’re already hard. Look at Heejin; she’s completely debauched. But you need a breath. “Suck my cock first.”

“Ooh. Yes, Daddy. I definitely do not mind sucking your cock. Not only do I not mind… I’m dying to taste your cum. Don’t get me wrong, I wanna keep it in my pussy, but whatever’s left on your cock, I wanna lick it off, taste you, clean you.”

Her hips whirl and roil, reminding you of your soreness at such an intense orgasm. However, you cannot deny the brain-melting titillation from the slightest shifts. “Just be careful now, Bun.”

With maximal caution in her motion, Heejin’s gyrating becomes a slow yet loud unsheathing of your cock. A wet, almost slurpy noise when your shaft flops out, and she immediately grabs it, collects the cream on it. “Daddy, who do you think I am? But you’re right.”

You stand up from the sofa as Heejin shifts and stretches, putting her legs up on the sofa’s back. She hangs her head off the side. A deep view of her sweaty cleavage. “Clever bunny slut. Can’t have any of that hot cum dripping out of you, hm?”

“Nn, nn, not a single fucking drop.” Heejin wets her lips while you align yourself towards her mouth. Her thighs cross tightly. If she weren’t nursing an aquifer’s volume of semen, she’d be leaking her own juices and making the couch sodden with her scent.

Don’t push yet. With a hand on your erection, you tease Heejin, tap her cheek and forehead. Her eyes follow her prize, and she has to pull up her head to try to kiss and lick you. As you take more of your sweet time, Heejin gets hungrier. She reaches for your waist to pull you in, though you swat away her hands.

“Give me your cock, Daddy,” Heejin says, heavily panting. The cuteness in her voice only makes her tantalizing words even more electric. “I mean, please, Daddy, will you give me your cock? I could be whatever bunny you want. I could be your sexy, Playboy pornstar bunny. Or I could be your sweet, gentle baby bunny. Or I could even be your pet.”

Having been blocked from holding you and fucking her own face, she yanks off the detachable white collar and replaces it with her own hands.

“If you really wanted, you could put a leash and collar on me. Tighten it around my pretty neck like this. Put the word ‘Daddy’s Cum Bunny’ on it. Take me for walks like this. Tail in my ass, bunny ears… Just walk me down the street. Show everybody who I belong to, what a slutty bunny I am, whatever you want. Yeah, Daddy, I’m ready for you. I’m needy for you. I need to feel your cock in my throat. I need—”

You give Heejin what she needs. One thrust, she’s already choking from your dick’s tip, massaging your shaft with her throat, through her throat with her hands. Her lips split and nurture on your width, but then you beat a hasty retreat, and her lips pucker up again. Pining after your next insertion, those lips smear along your length when you miss your mark. Thick slobbered spit spreads on her left cheek, then her right. A shine to the blush.

“Mhm, mm, mrgh!” Soon enough, you insert again and extract. At your prompt facefucking tempo, Heejin’s breasts trapped under the bodysuit threaten to spill out once again. The struggle and the lack of oxygen intoxicate Heejin enough that she giggles, though they come out as gurgles instead. She sticks her tongue out, and upside down, it squishes on the topside of your length. There’s so much spit that it sloshes in her mouth before she swallows it down. Drool, mascara, and tears all run down her face the wrong way. Dirty blonde describes her hair more accurately by the second.

You’re a piston, an unstoppable machine, yet you manage to pull Heejin’s hands off her neck.

Only to replace them with your own.

What a woeful hum vibrating your cock. How she yearns for the sensation of the bulge in her throat expanding and contracting. Therefore, you take one of her warm yet shivery hands and interlock fingers, then return her hand back to her neck so you can choke and stroke together.

Despite all the dirty talk and the sexy bunny costume and the breeding, you’ve never experienced anything lewder yet more intimate than holding Heejin’s hands through the brutal upside-down throatfucking distension.

More slurping, more whimpering, more twisting of her tongue. You shove faster, chasing something you shouldn’t be chasing yet. Doesn’t matter how warm and slick her throat is. Your cum belongs in one place.

Heejin reminds you with a single squeeze of your hand, so you uproot yourself. “Daddy… You…”

“I know, I know, Bun. In your womb.”

“Thank you.” The sweetness in her lurid, deep voice makes every word of gratitude come off more genuine. A lilt, a bit of lingering on the last word. “Oh, and I can’t forget these balls. I absolutely need to adore them. They give me all the seed my womb fucking aches for. So full and fun to play with in my mouth.”

While gripping your slippery length with her little hand, Heejin pops each testicle in and out of her mouth. Left and right and left again. Then she takes both of them, slathers them with her tongue, and nuzzles them between tender lips.

“Thank you for the left one. Thank you for the right one. And thank you for every drop of cum they make. Fuck, Daddy, they’re already pulsing. I had a feeling that fucking my mouth would remind you how much you love giving me your cum. Even if it is twice in a row.”

You stand motionless while Heejin gingerly sits up, her fishnet-wrapped thighs still squished together.

After Heejin puts her collar back on, she sucks on her index finger. “And now I really want you to fuck this cum deeper into me. Will you do that?”

Your head nods. Not you, your head, since your approval is a foregone conclusion, no need for conscious input.

“Oh, thank you, Daddy. You think that I look sexy like this?”

Her dim, dizzy eyes cross. Her tongue sticks out. Heejin unfastens the buttons of her bodysuit so that it unfurls, most of the latex bunching up around her midriff. All the sweat that’s built up only makes you want to take in more of her scent, her glistening milky skin. The same thing happens whenever you join her in the gym. Your eyes wander and stare and in aimless wandering, they resolve to focus and rigor in glorifying her sleek yet sinewy curves. The ridges and smooth lines of her fit physique rouse your brain, and you especially take in her biceps as they flex. Sure, Heejin is below you, literally and sexually, but you have no doubt she could reach up and choke you with no effort whatsoever. (You’d thank her for that too, getting to watch her buff muscles anyway.)

Therefore, your head nods again: she’s more than sexy—she’s flawless. You get in position. One hand on her shoulder, one on the couch.

Heejin spreads her legs, her fluffy tail attached to her asshole dangling off the couch. “Don’t worry. See? None of your precious seed is coming out.”

“I said be careful.” A tiny streak falls down her thighs. “Do you want spanks again? Can you imagine how much cum’s gonna spill every time I hit your ass?”

“No!” At once, Heejin finger-fucks the meager drops of semen back inside of her.

“Silly bunny. Don’t you worry about that.”

Heejin gazes at you expectantly.

You tug her hands away from her crotch and part her labia, thick with cream.

Her gaze turns pitiful with more of your seed seeping out. But before Heejin can close her legs again, you direct your cock underneath where the cum trail ends (right until her buttplug tail). You graze your tip up toward her tiny hole, wiping up the messy trickle and pushing it back inside of Heejin. When your shaft immerses with her slick, you feel Heejin still clamping.

“Relax. Or don’t. I’m unloading inside you either way.”

“Yeah. Good, yeah, hn, yeah, yeah.” The reiterated words turn whinier as you galvanize your rhythm. “That’s it, push that cum deeper into me, push that cum into your little fucking bunny, push it deeper inside me, all the way in. I want you to get every drop of cum as deep inside of me as you can.”

Her ankles become your handlebars as her legs form an acute angle for you to bisect. In this position, you feel every texture of her cunt, the tail plug dilating her ass, and all the cum inside of her. It’s less viscous than usual (for example, when you paint her face and slather it around), and you know it’s from her own natural juices making her walls absolutely sodden.

“Ahhh, you’re gonna get me fu-uh-ucking pregnant. You’re gonna make fuu, fwgh, bluh, ghmnn…”

Though your climax is the apex of pleasure, this is your apex of effort. Speed and primal power in your pumps pry the words out of Heejin’s mouth. You grab the back of her head, lean down while pulling her in, then kiss her neck.

Heejin grips your back enough for you to feel it in your spine—bone-chilling bliss in her fingers’ pressure. Every soft, hot breath tickles your ear.

“Give me hickies. I don’t care if my manager sees them, I don’t care if Orbits see them, I don’t care. I want them to know who owns me. You own me, Daddy. You own this pussy, ass, mouth, this whole body. My whole fucking bunny body is for your pleasure. Everything is for you.”

Your groaning amplifies with each nail carving a faint path on your back. You pinch her firm nipples in return, cup handfuls of her boobs, then flatten your hand to harsh strikes. An endless sprawl of pleasure courses throughout your nerves while Heejin’s limbs sprawl on the couch; legs and arms become limper with each hit on her chest re-reddening the now-pink handprints from earlier. After some wild kneading of her tits, you slide down her midriff, past the curled bodysuit, plucking the threads of her fishnet stockings which dig into her thighs before you reach her ankles to hold her weak legs apart.

“Ggh, fucking—hss, just like that, Daddy. Treat me so rough. All that while you’re pummeling me so deep, your big Daddy cock stretching me out. Keep fucking that cum into me. If I wasn’t gonna get pregnant before, I’m definitely gonna be now. And I’m gonna be your little pregnant bunny slut. Your pregnant bunny whore. Because that’s the only thing I’m good for, only good for making your babies, ahh!”

Abject lies. While you’re more often dominant than not with Heejin, you’ve never gone this far, but you have not a quarter of a mind to rebut, nor the will to do so. To be even more truthful with yourself, the abasement makes your shaft quiver inside her or maybe it doesn’t or maybe your awareness is so far gone that which is which does not matter.

“Yeah? You like hearing me say that? That’s all I’m good for, Daddy. All I’m good for is taking your cum and making babies. That’s my best skill. Doesn’t matter that I trained for so long. Doesn’t matter that I’m an idol. The most important thing I can do is fucking get pregnant for you.”

What was once a more deliberate sex position, holding Heejin’s legs apart, has become your whole weight laying on top of her body, every muscle inside you screaming as you lift yourself back up. She isn’t even a bunny anymore but instead, the means to your end.

Insert. Extract. One such cycle is either the speed of sound or the speed of one pirouette on Earth’s leaden foot. That range is the extent of the unreliability of your internal chronometry—yet again, the outcome is all the same.

“I’m gonna cum again, D-daddy.”

“Me too, ggh,” you moan out.

“Really? You too, Daddy?”

“Mhm.”

“Even better. B-because my pussy, hah, is gonna contract, and, and your seed’ll go deep, deeper. Oh god, so deep, so, so—I’m gonna fucking cum! Oh fuck, gimme all that cuumm.” The last syllable drawn out by Heejin’s deep voice rings so heavily that it clambers about in your skull.

Inner muscles tremble around your cock, and glassy juices splash and drizzle once more.

This drizzle would always burgeon into a mythical deluge.

Two ends converge into one, inevitable as the whole night has been one long act of convergence. Heejin and you breathed life into your mutual fantasies, so the foregone conclusion is breathing life more literally. However, life starts as messily, as recklessly as it continues all through to the grave. One atom of excitement jostles another, becomes four, and exponential growth explodes a cooking pot.

No more pushes and shoves. Your weight alone in a single slide inwards knocks your tip against the depths of her pussy, her cunt’s lips strangling the base of your length. How wet and sticky the chain reaction of pulses. Kissing each other like you’re stealing your respective souls back and forth does nothing to unravel the chaotic system—only unravels the two of you further.

Ba-bum. Ba-bum. You and Heejin hear your hearts in the very palpitations of your bodies, each one sending a splash of her clear juices on your cock, then a shot of semen into her walls to work its way through the last batch. Both of you are rendered immobile (except for tongues and lips twisting) because of the warmth of the lewd concoction, because of the rolling, twitching muscles doing all the work of extracting your cum straight from the source. How lucky, an express path to her womb.

You hum and drool into each other’s mouths, sharing everything and leaving nothing for the world to steal. All arms wrap tightly. This is a greedy embrace, but when so much pleasure is produced, when mutual climaxes last so long, you and Heejin have to be certain there is no waste. Pump and pump and Heejin accepts and accepts.

This should be the rest of your life.

This isn’t.

The first one to pull lips away with a gasp (strands of spit still connected, sure as sunrise), Heejin says dreamily, “Oh my god.”

Long sighs. Deep sighs. It takes the night to pass, or it takes the moon to wax and wane before you carefully unsheathe yourself to finally give your aching body a true break. Posthaste, her legs clasp together once again. “Relax, Bun. Scoot on over, be my little bunny spoon.”

On the couch, you slot in behind her as she lies on her side. Your softening dick stays warm between her asscheeks, her fluffy tail tickling it.

Heejin turns her head upwards to face you, but feeling the strain on her neck, she stops.

“Aghh,” Heejin groans. “I can’t feel my legs or my face or… no, I can definitely feel the cum, mmm. But still, you absolutely wrecked my pussy. Everything’s so sore.”

You give her a kiss on the cheek. “Same here, Bun.”

Heejin shifts and nestles into the perfect space your body makes for hers, especially her buns hotdogging your raw meat.

“Daddy, you are absolutely incredible. You’re so fucking sexy. No one ever has or ever will fuck me like you can. And nobody can turn me into a brainless, breeding bunny slut like you can. I love you, Daddy.”

“I love you too, Bun, but—ah, ah, if you keep talking like that, oh, and grinding like that too, we’re gonna end up fucking on the floor.”

“So what—”

“And then sleeping on it when neither of us can get up.”

“Th-that’s fair. I just wanted to say that I hope you feel special.”

Your arms swaddle Heejin tighter. “I do, baby Bun. But we have all weekend.”

She takes one of your hands and kisses it. “Right. Thank you, Daddy.”

As your hands massage her shoulders then reach lower down, you realize something: “You’re gonna sleep with the outfit on?”

“Well, I have to if I’m gonna give you morning head as a bunny girl—oh, right.” Heejin fastens the crotch of her bodysuit first before fixing the rest of the buttons. “Now none of it’s gonna leak out. Ha. It’s so sticky and warm and… angh, makes me feel so full.”

“I have an even better idea. While you sleep, I’m gonna slowly pull the tail out and make use of that hole in the bodysuit. And you’re gonna wake up and have the dream you were already having in real life and feel all the cum in your womb swish around while I stretch your asshole. Do you like the sound of that?”

"Do, uh…” Heejin trails off into a yawn, then smiles. “Do I like it? No…” She yawns again at the worst moment. “No. I love it!”

You don’t believe it’s a mere coincidence that the rain outside clears up.

“This is why you’re my good little bunny girl,“ you say as you caress her sweaty hair, "the best bunny of all the bunnies in the world. No one else is so perfect for Daddy.”

She’s already fast asleep.

You carry Heejin to the bedroom and wipe her down with a spare towel. No response as you flip her around. Finally, you kiss her on the forehead. “Good night, Bun.”

Moments before your own slumber, you hear Heejin whisper vacuously, “I am. I am. Your, mmf, good bunny girl. Your good bunny girl. Your good bunny…”

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AFF, AO3

Hey look, I’m even crossposting again. Here we go. Thanks to everyone for all the feedback.

The Highest Education ft. Karina, Yeji

length ✦ 6291

genres ✧ double blowjob; throatfuck; snowballing; gf!Karina & her friend!Yeji

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This is not the kind of Sunday school Karina grew up with.

The brilliance of a near-solstice star defies the shortness of each passing day. After trickling through flurried snow, white light hits you, should be cold, is anything but: the warmth of her patience and kindness surpasses all else.

Plus, she knows chastity is a wasteful vestige.

Between Karina and the sun, watch the third brightness. Yeji finds a groove, a way to fit in the snug space between you and your affectionate girlfriend.

You’re on your bed, lying—lying to yourself about your death because this is heaven already too soon, and in pure lust, you can accommodate any guest. Fortunately, Karina has just as much room in her heart. Stripped down to bare essentials, the two sublime beauties pounce on you and sit on your legs. Karina grinds against your right calf while the more nervous Yeji locks her own legs around your left. They’re both bent over, backs arched so that both of their asses are on complete display. Two soft and enticing heart shapes at this angle.

“That’s it, sweetie.” Karina strokes Yeji’s hair as it falls past her shoulders. Even in such lust-filled circumstances, Karina is always the loveliest. You’ve experienced it plenty in the bedroom, but it always amazes you. “Appreciate that dick. See how just your hot breath can make it twitch? Now imagine it’s your tongue, or your lips, or your throat. Especially with how pretty you are.”

Yeji gulps. “Th… thank you. His dick is really nice,” she says, hushed and breathy.

Though both are confident leaders in their groups, Karina is undeniably in charge. Her fingers brush Yeji’s locks to the end, then those fingers tap and tickle against your shaft. “I bet it’s even better than your dumb ex’s,” Karina says.

“Not even a question.” Yeji is so close, her tongue dribbling droplets of saliva onto your tip.

“Can’t believe the nerve of that guy. ‘Didn’t give good head.’ What an asshole. And there’s no way he sizes up to this.” Karina moans at the sight of your cock like she hasn’t eaten all day, then she shoots you a smirk. “Mhm, good thing I bumped into you first. I know Yeji would have snatched you. Right, honey?”

Bewildered, you dart your eyes left and right. “Uhh. I, um—ah, well. I…” You stammer on and on.

“Of course not.” Karina slides up to your crotch, sitting along the length of your cock and nestling it between slick labia. She whispers, “You’ll still like my tits more.”

“Guys!” Yeji whines playfully. “Don’t leave me out of this. You promised you’d teach me how to give a better blowjob!”

“Sorry. You’re just too cute. You know what, we should do this properly.” Karina hops off your waist and kneels by the foot of your bed, gesturing for you to come closer.

A task only made difficult by Yeji rocking her hips down into your leg, not paying attention, eyelids tight with pleasure.

Upon hearing their name, most people immediately snap their heads in the direction of the familiar sound. So, when you call out “Yeji?” and she grinds on your thighs without missing a beat, you know she’s already at sea, resigned to capsizing in the growing waves of lust.

Though Karina is ever-patient, you call Yeji’s name again, and she promptly opens her eyes and shakes her head. “S-sorry.” Yeji follows Karina’s lead, wriggles off you, and leaves an impalpable gleam on your skin by the time she joins your girlfriend in supplicant kneeling.

“It’s okay,” Karina whispers. Imagine the chills down Yeji’s spine when Karina caresses her neck with lithe, light fingers; you know them just as well from whenever you make out or cuddle with your girlfriend.

With hints of the same shiver in expectation, you budge forward. Everything from their jackets down to their bras litter the floor. Your legs dangle off your mattress. Cock fully cocked.

Yeji looks at you (your dick) with innocent/indecent awe, and though Karina has had plenty of her fill, literally, she still grins when she glances up at you (your dick).

You twitch. (Well, not you, but your…)

Sparse particles of exhaled air bounce around, warm your shaft, and make your whole core ache with need. “Would you like to start the lesson, Miss Yoo?” you ask.

You can’t help but share Karina’s tender smile when she makes eye contact with you. “I’d love to. But I think the assistant here is even more excited to teach. I wonder why,” Karina says, elongating her words to tease you. Her focus quickly returns to her student, though. “You have the prettiest eyes, Yeji. Look up at him and use them.”

“No, yours are even prettier. But, yeah. Thank you.” Yeji readies herself, pouts as she flutters her lashes, sharp eyes wide yet softened glaring up at you—how do they manage all that expression? Her coy smirk grows to absolute joy, a glimmer of bright teeth between her lips. (You almost feel guilty for your heart skipping, but Karina’s kind gaze assuages any such feelings.) Yeji nudges her face closer, and the faux innocence is so ruined by your shaft laying on her nose and mouth.

That damned unsteady breath from her pursed lips affects you, your body, its reflexes all so deeply. It’s the most subtle gratification, yet you might as well meld into the bed; might as well succumb to the bliss already; might as well become a rock, or at least you’re as hard as one, or at least your voice hitches tight until you can’t speak—you’re merely an inanimate object. A simple conduit for the double-magnified lust of Karina and Yeji.

“Start by licking it up, not sucking. Little swipes of your tongue.” Karina sticks hers out as an example, bending her head down and looking up at Yeji. “Think of it as getting his pre-cum into your mouth.”

You didn’t even notice it was already there, collecting from your slit, but it follows from all the faint pulsations. Carefully, Yeji takes her first taste as the faintest ghost of her tongue’s touch collects a bead of semen.

Karina kisses Yeji on the cheek. “Very good! Then after you get all the precum, imagine you have to clean up all the saliva you just left on it.”

Blush joins the soft red lip marks. Yeji laps at your tip and pauses every few strokes of her tongue to examine her work. Not enough, so she licks more and more.

"It just keeps getting messier, doesn’t it? So take the head of his cock into your mouth and gently swirl your tongue around it” Karina’s tone never leaves affectionate, even as her lesson plan becomes lewder. She grabs the base of your cock while her fingers rake lightly on your sensitive sack.

Gentle is the directive, but overeager Yeji wraps her lips right on your frenulum and swirls hastily. You’re ensnared in a chamber of soft, slick pleasure. Small, staggered moans slip from your lips until, pop, your cockhead is free. “Am I doing it right?” Yeji asks, looking back and forth between you and your girlfriend.

You’re silent, taken by the surge of heat, while Karina does not stop her at all—in fact, she finds herself grabbing at her own bulky tits and enjoying the zeal. “Mmm, yeah, that’s… where was I? Oh right, of course, you’re doing a great job, sweetheart. Look at him. Now. Hm. Use one of your hands and take the base of his cock.”

Just as Karina is a good teacher, Yeji is a good learner: Her grip is perfect, not too tight to be uncomfortable, but firm and confident. Meanwhile, undirected, Yeji elongates her tongue against your shaft, letting the soft, wet texture slip in and out between her twisting lips. What a deep cock massage through and through—what the entire fuck was Yeji’s ex talking about with lousy blowjobs.

“Oh my, you are such a good girl,” Karina says, purring.

You feel the skipped heartbeat, the warmth of Yeji’s stuttered breath on your cock.

There are no limits to Karina’s abundance of perception and empathy, noticing too despite distracting herself with her breasts. “You like when I call you that?”

A meek nod from Yeji. You have as many words, stuck in groaning, drained of all thoughts by her lips. Soon to be drained further.

“I’ll keep it in mind. For now, keep using that tongue, but bob up and down. No need to get the whole length. We can work up to that.”

Yeji releases her grip on your shaft and drops her hands to her sides. When she begins rocking her head, taking your length more and more, she doesn’t need to say “like this"—her need for approval is clear in her wide-open eyelids when she glances at Karina.

"Just like that.” Karina gets every unspoken message as well as you do; she probably knows even more since she peers at you. (You’re barely reciprocating the eye contact, needing to look up and restrain yourself.) Her voice perks up. “You’re kind of a natural! I bet you aren’t even thinking about how much your lips are kissing and puckering on his shaft.”

“Hmm?” Yeji mumbles with your dick halfway down her throat while she shakes her head.

Karina smiles sweetly. “See if you can take a little more. Try to get as much of his cock inside now, even if it goes down your throat a little.”

"Okay. I’ll try.” An understatement. Yeji closes her eyes like she’s about to dive, then forces her head down, working against her reflexes. From experience, you know the core of many idols. Dedication. Competition. Even when the body itself tells her no, Yeji works through it. You’re the same way; so is Karina. From your girlfriend’s first oral experiences, you’ve seen the same tears down her cheeks, the same mess of sticky spit on her chin.

The same bewilderment when Yeji opens her eyes and realizes her nose isn’t on your abs nor are her lips on the bottom. Your sighs carry a low groaning rumble the longer that your cock’s tip is so ardently caressed by the back of her mouth.

Regardless of how urgently Yeji tries, the natural barrier of tautening will not allow her to go further. Ghglk—a rough slide up, and she coughs and coughs. She’s in ruins, but it’s not the makeup streaked down her cheeks or the fallen lashes sticking to her face.

It’s atypical when your concern is not mirrored by Karina, who looks on with more amused understanding, a little knowing smile. “That’s okay, sweetheart. It took me a while to throat his cock as well as I do. All that messy spit is a good thing anyway. But you know what, you’re a quick learner. Maybe I can just show you.”

But once more, Yeji ignores Karina for a moment too long, swallowing you and finding a rhythm in her blowjob that synchronizes to some maddening syncopation of your breathing. And once more, Karina waits without complaint and allows Yeji to indulge in your cock a little more. But a gentle tap on Yeji’s shoulders pulls her back out from her lust into the real world. “Sorry. Again.” Yeji lowers her head.

“Again, it’s okay! Trust me, you look so sexy. And look at him. It’s like he’s barely even here.”

You don’t need a mirror to confirm that.

Yeji nods more assuredly. “Alright. Enjoy his cock as much as I want.”

“That’s the spirit! As long as you save his cum for both of us. Now, if you really want to show your appreciation…” Karina grabs a bundle of hair and makes a quick ponytail behind her head. So she means goddamn business, certainly spurred on by her student’s enthusiasm. Yeji makes way for Karina to switch positions—Karina kneeling in front of Yeji—then Yeji takes the dark locks between her fingers, which gives Karina a free hand to palm and fondle your balls. “Thank you, Yeji. Just grab it loosely.”

You draw in short inhalations between pursed lips as the tip of Karina’s long tongue pushes against your dick’s slit and sidles around like a snake.

“Ahhh.“ Karina pulls back. “I guess it’s been a while since I’ve properly throated you.”

“It has.” A couple months or so? “Fuck, even thinking about that last time… we were both a little drunk after my group got that win.”

“No, no, that was just you. You know I don’t really drink. Except when I get drunk on your dick or your cum.” Karina licks her lips.

Yeji shifts; in another context, it would be discomfort, but the flush that spreads throughout all her bare skin betrays her utter arousal.

Karina is a moment away from ending you on the spot, but somehow observant of the woman behind her (possibly by the way her hair is being tugged), she says, “Yeji, touch yourself. Seriously, the best way to cum is with a cock in your mouth. But make sure you’re paying attention.”

“Of course.”

“It’ll go down your throat, and your immediate reaction will probably be to spit it out when you choke on it. That’s okay, but when it slides back out, use the momentum of your head bobbing and work past it. When the head of his cock hits the back of your mouth, push on through. It’s like a little barrier that you get more and more used to breaking. You got it?”

Yeji is only half-paying attention to the lecture while Karina slows her breathing, but eventually, Yeji moans out an “mhm.”

“Good. Now, honey, hold your load in for the both of us, will you?”

“Ah. I’ll try.”

Famous last words.

Karina begins her demonstration like everything she does—in earnest. She gives your dick one kiss, square on the tip, then pulls no punches, curling her lips in and devouring you with a rabid yet smooth motion that instantly imprints your length on the inside of her long neck.

Yeji looks on in awe.

You don’t look at all, your eyes strung shut. Though familiar, the absorbing sensation of lips and tongue and throat, each coated in a film of slippery spit, is no less heat-inducing than when Karina first worked up to the feat herself. Your fingers curl against the covers of your bed, but you feel someone take your hand and suck on your middle finger.

Of course, it’s Yeji; you open your eyes, and Karina’s mouth is preoccupied.

This deepthroat seems less about teaching and more about trying to break her own record for time, at least from your extremely flawed perspective. To see the elegant features of Karina’s face sullied by pressing against your crotch makes your cock spasm in its deleterious grasp, only intensified by her insistent, unblinking eye contact.

At that portending pulse, Karina lifts her head, an inch or half an inch, then plants herself back down. She fights the instinctual, choked breaths through her nose, but after a long minute, she has to pull herself. It’s a much rougher ordeal, her tongue squishing against you as she gags you out, but before she lets herself get even a lungful, Karina’s head drives back down. Karina repeats a smooth up and down, though her big tits swing much less smoothly; they’re just as hypnotizing as the main event.

“That’s so fucking hot,” Yeji says. The slick sounds of her fingers stroking into herself manage to sneak past the gagging, choking, spitting of Karina’s fearless throatfuck. Like a good student, Yeji follows Karina’s pace, using your finger as a substitute for your cock. Yet, you’re unsure who’s making more spit. Sure, Karina gags softly every time your tip knocks against the dangly back-throat flesh, yet Yeji slobbers while twisting her lips on your middle digit, even if it’s not nearly as long or uvula-threatening.

Your girlfriend and her friend become a well-oiled oral machine. At first, they’re synchronized, but the lack of air for Karina and the abundance of self-pleasure for Yeji make the two women veer from each other’s rhythm. In this divergence, Karina and Yeji end up in the same place: lightheaded in lust. Unkempt, swaying strands of hair stick on each other as they both lose focus and add saliva. Karina’s makeup echoes Yeji’s, the black smeared on fair skin. While Karina knows how to suck your dick more adeptly than Yeji, she allows the same loud slurping to permeate the bedroom.

A plenitude of grunts and overly honest moans escape your lips. “Fuck, are you sure you’re really teaching?”

At the peak of her head’s motions, Karina draws in a long sip of air. “Yep.” A big smile and a giggle. She pushes herself down a quarter of your length, then pulls back up. ”This is just—” one third ”—klk, to help—” halfway ”—gwh, Yeji learn.”

The full shaft, without breaking a sweat.

Yeji’s jaw is on the floor in astonishment. Yours, of course, is floor-bound because your whole dick is in the mouth of the most ethereal woman you know. In widening her mouth, Yeji lets your finger free from her lips, though she’s still an active learner: while kneeling, she leans her toned body back and fucks herself like this is her last chance at orgasm, perky tits jiggling, eyes blurry. Her fingers pump as though they’re competing with Karina’s throat for speed.

Since tears finally form with enough gags, Karina gives herself a short break. “Now, what did I say about paying attention?”

The two of you are used to this by now—whatever Karina did say, Yeji ignores. (You’re not much better since you can’t remember much past the complexly textured grip of Karina’s throat, already missing its unearthly bliss.)

“That’s it. Good girl. Rub that needy little pussy.” Karina turns to you. “I guess this cum’s all mine then.”

Yeji takes a second to process, then freeze. “W-wait! Lemme, lemme have some.”

“Aww. You really are the cutest.”

Yeji pouts and whimpers, still not fully alert. “Thank you—I mean, yeah. I know. Look how wet I am.” Her fingers carefully withdraw from between her spread-open thighs; a beguiling number of sticky and glassy threads emerge from within.

“So hot.” Karina twirls one of Yeji’s strings of juice on her fingers and tastes it. “And delicious too.”

There are many reasons to love your girlfriend, but carnal pleasures aside, you love her obstinate supportiveness. Karina gives Yeji a quick peck before the flushed woman recomposes herself and stands up straight again. She knows what comes next; Karina makes it so clear in her gaze.

“Why don’t you give it a try now? If you liked watching it so much…”

Yeji and Karina switch positions again: Karina kneels behind Yeji who approaches your crotch. “I know, I know, I’ll—” Gulp “—yeah.”

“Do you remember my advice?” Karina asks, brushing Yeji’s hair.

Yeji uses her hands on your shaft to twist and spread the patina of saliva around. “Relax. Slow my breathing. Ignore my body. Use the momentum of my head.”

Karina caresses the back of Yeji’s head. “Do you want me to help?”

“No.” Yeji’s breathing is measured now, but you can still see her chest rise and fall at her heart’s quickened rhythm. “I can do this.”

Yeji mouths that creed one more time while still sliding her wettened grip lengthwise, then she lowers her head. Her heavy breath is cool on your sensitive cockhead.

Lips part, even stretch open for you. When Yeji engulfs you whole, the coolness gives way as her hot mouth sends its enveloping heat from your flesh to the rest of your body in volatile tingles. Every centimeter is a battle: she wants to win against herself—or maybe even Karina. Yeji jolts her head back and forth to build up the impetus to break past the reflexive tautness of her throat. You feel it as a begrudgingly tight opening, one you would even have trouble getting a finger inside without a clamor of gags. But Yeji focuses on you with need, her right eyelid twitching, as Karina looks on with pride.

Then all at once, simultaneously or suddenly or both, everything opens. Yeji’s hands let go of the bottom of your shaft to make way for her lips as her throat finally relaxes its ironclad blockage, and though her body protests with an absolute gushing of saliva that makes an unfathomable mess on your cock and your crotch and the bed and spills onto the floor, you squirm and moan.

Karina claps, and at once, Yeji unsheathes your dick from her throat and heaves as though she were drowning. Contrary to the smile on her face.

“Yes!”

“I knew you could do it.” Karina takes Yeji’s hand.

You can only chuckle under your breath in disbelief. Yeji’s chin drips with thick threads of spit which cascade between her tits and on her toned abs; Karina doesn’t look much more put together, still half-ruined from her own throatfuck.

“But that’s only the start.”

Yeji moans, “Mmm, of course.” She looks back at you, this time, more like a predator than a hesitant student.

Karina gives Yeji more space. Yeji faces you (your cock) again and puts her hands behind her back.

Your mouth rounds. “You don’t need to—”

“I want to,” Yeji says, resolute.

You give her a nod.

As if the inevitability of fate itself needs your approval.

Hands-free, Yeji leans forward and throatfucks herself onto your dick, starting slowly but ramping up without delay. You still catch the amateur snags, the choked noises when she brings her head down at the wrong angle, but she fixes her own technique without any guidance from Karina. Yeji even keeps up her eye contact; this is a performance, like any other.

While the cat-eyed stare of Yeji is one of the most captivating wonders of the world, there’s another pair of wonders in the same room. For a moment, Karina forgets her teaching role, deeming Yeji’s independent study already exceptional. Your girlfriend’s head leans on the side of the bed, next to your legs, and she plays with her nipples while watching Yeji ram her face into your cock. Karina’s self-massage becomes more rugged, focusing less on her firm nubs and more on the overall supple flesh of her tits, and her fingers fill with the light, doughy skin.

You join in on her fun and reach for the mounds. Your hands clash, both needy for the kneading, but you end up with your fingers weaving with hers.

No fair, you’d say. You live with those tits. They’re like personal stress balls.

She’d hit you in response and laugh heartily. So what? You get to touch your own cock every day.

But right now, neither of you can talk, both wholly immersed in different stages of bliss. Her boobs are a fun distraction to hold back your approaching climax (not that it does a great job of that) while Karina is heady in a plateau of euphoria.

Yeji’s enjoyment comes in sharp waves: her eyes roll back whenever your cock’s tip hits the back of her mouth, and the irregularity only multiplies when her hands reach down between her legs. As she gets into her rhythm, every few bars, cock-drunk giggles escape between the slick sounds.

Rubbing her nipples, Karina says breathily, “That’s it. Keep touching yourself while you suck too. You’ll get closer to cumming with a cock in your mouth the more you do it. Trust me, I almost came just from that quick throatfuck with my legs rubbing together.”

You can see just how hard Yeji tries in it all, especially at Karina’s repetition of “good girl, good girl”. The world accelerates, and at this moment, Yeji is your whole world. Karina knows it and smiles at the passion both of you give.

But just as Yeji’s fingers become more desperate in false starts to her orgasm, and your own peak dances at the forefront of your mind, she slows down the pace of her head bobbing up and down on your length.

“Are you okay?” you ask. A groan escapes when you feel the softness of Yeji’s lips sliding up to release your shaft. You try to hide the smallest frown on your mouth.

Sweat drips down Yeji’s brow. Each gasp is heavy. Her body can only take so much. “I almost had it.”

Karina is back to being focused; it’s apparent in her eyes, though the rest of her expression is gentle. “Aww, baby girl, it’s alright. In fact, I have something even better.” Karina crawls back between your legs, taking her spot next to Yeji. “As a bonus lesson and as a thank you to my wonderful, patient boyfriend, let’s suck it together.”

Yeji swallows a lump in her throat, some spit, probably some pre-cum too. “But how?”

“I’ll take the left side and you take the right.” Karina holds your cock between her fingers and strokes it with extreme care, sensitive to your own sensitivity. “Run your tongue up and down in long strokes. Then when we get to the head, we make out with it.”’

But Yeji, impatient, grabs Karina on both sides of the head and locks her lips in a fiery embrace—by how the two are moaning, their tongues must be just as mingled.

Your dick twitches in Karina’s hands, Yeji’s too when her fingers graze your balls. Not in the slightest bit do you mind letting the two women get lost in making out since it makes their hands twist and caress your erection more fervently. Eventually, with much dismay on Yeji’s face, Karina disconnects for a breath of air, and she lets the spit strand fall onto your cockhead.

Karina gets to work. Her licking is exhaustive, coating the entire surface area of her side, and Yeji follows suit. Soon, Yeji and Karina are sliding around and adding new layers of saliva to your shaft, occasionally meeting and having their own tête-à-tête of tongues. You can’t feel an ounce of jealousy when your girlfriend looks at her friend so lovingly because, just as promised, their mouths arrive at your tip, and they have the same make-out session as a moment ago—but with your tip as a third participant.

You’re writhing and moaning and calling out to higher powers to thank them for putting you here. By your body’s own volition (your brain doesn’t have much to work with now), your hips start to thrust upwards while the two lips wrap around your shaft, turning them into a new improvised hole. Your hands hold the top of each girl’s head, though it’s more about your own control instead of controlling them. No need to ruin the rhythm they have going on as they slide in unison.

Yeji’s hands are back to exploring Karina’s perfectly fit body, though Karina still maintains a firm grasp on the root of your cock. She pulls back, sucks in some air, and allows Yeji to kiss your dick over and over.

“Remember to look at him,” Karina says, and Yeji moans in understanding. “Again, Yeji, eyes are your most powerful tool. Especially yours. Fuck, you could probably make him cum just warming his cock in your mouth and staring at him.”

“You can say that again.” You would chuckle, but there’s scant breath for you to waste.

Karina returns to your length, mirroring Yeji’s every up and down. Yeji purses her lips; Karina does too. Yeji wraps her tongue around your girth; Karina does too. Even when half of Yeji’s hair falls in front of her face, Karina, with perfect control of her locks, manages to get the same kind of messiness. That’s the sort of rapport your thoughtful girlfriend has with everyone she loves.

Meanwhile, Yeji only listens to Karina’s instructions to look at you for one second, but that one second, that single glance that Yeji gives you is filled with a steep fire. Nearly enough for Karina’s prediction to transpire. You have to clench every muscle, hold back every fiber of your being from snapping, especially when Yeji becomes less synchronized with Karina, more sloppy, as though she missed a beat, too distracted.

“Wow, Yeji, you’re really into this. Really enjoying that dick. Mm, that’s it. Worship this cock.” Karina sounds incredibly sultry, every word half-moaned and received by your shaft. “Are you gonna cum?”

Yeji’s thighs tremble. “Yes!”

“Such a good girl already. You should really have his cock in your throat for this.” Karina collects a bundle of Yeji’s hair and guides her mouth down—doesn’t look like Yeji needs the help though, making her way down your saliva-drenched flesh with a surprising new level of eagerness. She doesn’t even fingerfuck her pussy or stimulate her clit. Instead, once more, her hands are behind her back by her own prerogative. With one last “good girl” from Karina, Yeji enthusiastically chokes on your whole shaft and rubs her legs together enough to rise to a crescendo. For a second too long, she freezes, while her eyes staring into your soul roll back to search for her own.

Before you can pull out, worried about her respiration, “ggh!” and other gurgles on your cock match the random undulations of Yeji’s body. She unwittingly forces her head further down your shaft each time her body locks up, but when the spike of tension wanes, she keeps her lips sealed around the base anyway. Every pulse wettens the floor between her legs with pussy juices, wettens your dick with saliva, wettens her tightly squeezed eyes with tears of joy. Whenever you think Yeji is done, she lets herself drown just one iota longer. Given the incessant moans and purrs around your dick, you’re not sure how you aren’t yet drowning in your own pool of orgasmic pleasure.

Maybe it’s Karina’s stare; it’s sexy, even playful, but there’s an uncharacteristic stringency to it—not yet. Like the words are growled out between pursed, drooling lips.

Speaking of which, Yeji comes back to earth, though the process is as slow as her breaths. “I-I haven’t cum like that in a long time.”

Any harshness in Karina melts away again. A smile, genuine sweetness in her voice. “We’re not done yet. He still needs to cum. I’m gonna take him down my throat and you lick and gently suck his balls so we get the biggest load possible.” Karina stares into your very core. “We’re going to fucking drain you, honey.”

Yeji moves aside for Karina, who supports herself with a hand on each of your thighs and aligns her luscious, saliva-slick entry point toward your crotch.

Deep breaths. Taking a page out of her book, you mirror her pace. Breathe in. Breathe out. However, there’s no way to mirror the absolutely needy swallowing of your cock that finds her soft lips swaddling you and her smooth tongue flitting about in the enclosed space of her mouth, no way to mirror the sheer passion that she fucks her face into your hips through any obstruction of her reflexes at your prodigious length. You can appreciate Yeji’s attempts—she’s still an amateur compared to the premier blowjob expert Karina.

Nothing. That’s all you and Yeji can do as you both watch Karina choke and unchoke and treat your fucking dick with praise and reverence and distend her own lanky neck with firm flesh. “I can’t believe how pretty you look with a cock in your throat.”

Sounds of gagging escape from Karina every once in a while, singularly focused on her task.

“Oh, right.” Yeji kneels underneath you. She takes in your balls between her lips, one at a time, letting out a cute, little “angh” as they pop out.

Up and down becomes left and right and a spiral motion in higher dimensions of pleasure your brain can spend an eternity searching for reprieve and will never find so you groan and grunt back into primality—and primality hits hard like a boulder falling from a mountain, a single point in time threatening to cause a devastating avalanche of—

“Cum, mm, nngh,” Karina moans out, freeing you from your fantastical hold for just a short moment. “You’re gonna cum for us? Give your little cumsluts everything.” And she’s right back on it, throating you. She’s slurping spit and pre-cum and right there, right on that simultaneous look between you and Yeji and Karina, you’re ready to burst, and—the moment is interrupted—so many, too many interruptions. You’re dancing on the edge of the mountain face—you’re about to—“Cum? Hah, hnh, wait, j-just…” Karina is gasping now. “Just wait.”

Sucking away at your sack that jostles restlessly, a quizzical Yeji gives Karina a glance.

You’re suspended in mid-air, uncertain which way you’re falling.

White light. Cold-hot freezing-burning.

Your blurry eyes are a prism that creates a rainbow, all imagined, but the multilayered pleasure is real.

“When he’s about to cum, you take it, Yeji. But don’t swallow. Come here.”

Yeji rises, kissing and sucking on the side of your shaft while Karina works in shallower dips.

Ah. Now. This is it.

At the first pulse, Karina unsheathes your cock and pulls Yeji in. The timing is perfect, not a spurt wasted. With Yeji’s lips wrapping and sliding, your light goes out at once. Down. Of course, you’re falling down. The waning heat is usurped by thumping, all other noise and sensory experiences scant, barely remnant now compared to the explosion of pleasure. Cum shoots out as the explosions implode and explode again, painting and filling the inside of Yeji’s hungry mouth, bulging her adorable cheeks.

Karina takes Yeji’s erstwhile ball-nurturing stance under you, getting to feel each throb through the sensitive genitals. “Make sure you get all of it, okay? Don’t spill anything.” Karina’s hands lay on Yeji’s hair, the ends of the dark locks dripping with sweat, but Yeji keeps her lips tight while her head bounces with no guidance needed.

You’ll be here in Yeji’s mouth forever, throbbing and shooting more of your load, the stickiness of your seed and the warmth of her careful mouth only holding you deeper. But forever ends when Karina—ah, fuck—Forever, forever, but forever ends at Karina’s voice and Yeji loosening her lips and you loosening every last tense muscle.

“All good girls deserve cum,” Karina says, taking Yeji in for a sloppy French kiss. You can only watch as indecent globs of cream swap between the two girls. Karina takes control, collecting out all the cum from Yeji’s mouth, then takes her chin and lifts her to look straight up. “Ahh.” Karina sticks out her tongue and Yeji follows, catching the dripping, creamy strands mixed with spit until they both get their fair share. “Now swallow.”

Yeji gulps it down, and Karina waits, her eyes filled with love watching the other leader before she swallows her own treat.

“There’s a little on your cheek.” Karina’s smile is big. “Here, I’ll get it.” Karina cleans the giggly Yeji up with her tongue.

“That was so hot.” Yeji takes deep breaths, recollecting herself. “I get why you like sucking cock now.”

“I knew you would. And, honey,” Karina says, that eternally vexing gaze—loving, lewd—focused on you, “would you let her suck your cock again sometime?”

There is no possible alternative answer to the question. You nod.

Your posture straightens, the two girls stand, and Yeji gives you a hug. “Thank you! I really enjoyed that.”

“Hmm,” Karina says while tilting her head in serious thought. “I don’t know when we can make time. Oh, we’re all going to that award show next week, right? We gotta start scouting out some supply closets or something.”

You chuckle. “This is why I love you. Always looking forward.”

The three of you clean up and get dressed properly. You’re about two seconds from heading out to get dinner with the two of them when one chaste kiss on Karina’s cheek becomes a more playful smooch on your lips, which becomes a make-out session and now she’s riding you in the entrance hallway while Yeji’s dumbfounded expression transforms into sudden lust and the woman’s figure is slack on the floor, as slack as her jaw, stroking fingers into her pussy as she watches with zero inhibition.

Call this extended office hours.

She Said Now (Jisun)

It was one word that rasped in your ears through the phone and widened your groggy eyes and splashed ice-cold water on your face and pulled you out of your bed.

The most efficient three letters.

Now means right fucking now means 12 minutes from now, the time from your apartment to Jisun if you rush. Now means use the spare key if you have to. Now means don’t bother taking off your shoes or jacket until you’re in her bedroom—where the nude Jisun is stuffing her pussy with two, or maybe three, of her right hand’s fingers, extracting more of her essence while her left hand squeezes her own supple tits with desperate force.

Jisun barely notices when you walk inside, her eyes only a notch open in fatigue and haziness. “Ffu… b-bring that, that dick,” she rasps out, and after a hand motion to come closer, her left hand heightens the pleasure by deftly kneading against her clit.

Though Jisun’s voice is weak, you’re weaker, easily pulled in by the pretty picture. Her nipples are perky little nubs, and your first instinct is to slide along her body with kisses—her feet; her thighs; one smooch where she’s dripping; up to her belly button; she shivers when you kiss her ribs—until you reach her perfect hand-filling boobs and those firm tips. “Lemme get a taste first.”

These kisses disarm the tension in Jisun’s arms, which now lay on her sides in submission to the bliss. “Wh-whatever you want.”

The warmth of Jisun’s body on your cock while she grinds against you, underneath you, up into you—she wants it just as much. Your lips take in a nipple; fingers roll the other one. When the thin sheen of saliva is enough, switch. With her meek moans, you harden harder than you can imagine.

You lower yourself and dig your elbows by Jisun’s sides into the bed as support. This is the simplest position of two bodies, yours upon hers, but that’s all either of you need. Now doesn’t mean get fancy and flexible; it means get on top and stop wasting time not buried deep within her cunt. However, you can’t ignore the unevenness of every inhalation and exhalation, the softness of her breasts against your pecs pressing down, the slickness of her pussy lips that rub against your shaft while she wiggles her waist in place.

You nod. She nods too. Obviously, you’re going to have sex—otherwise, the three letters were wasted. But the nod from each of you means now is really now.

Jisun grabs each of your cheeks, her hands warm. One of them is covered in her juices, so you take her index and middle fingers in your mouth to taste the subtly addicting tang. Once you’ve had enough of suckling her digits, she pulls your face in for an embrace of lips, and in unison, you push with your hips. Your cock finds contrary serenity in the pressure of her pussy clamping down with each centimeter that slides inside.

If now were sounds, the present wouldn’t reach either of your ears. You both moan into each other’s mouths, both shaky and needy. But Jisun cuts through with a yelp when you shove faster than expected, bottoming out within her cunt. Her hands slide from your cheeks to your neck to the back of your head—to wherever; they just need something, anything to grab on. Your hair becomes a tangled-summarily-untangled handle.

You can feel the pace she wants from your pounding by the way she pulls on you, by the way her nails tenderly scratch your scalp, by the way her moaning into your lips wavers. A tug means faster, but it also means slower, but it’s also obvious which it is since either her eyes are too relaxed—more, harder—or her breathing is too heavy—hold back, slow.

But words do come out on occasion, even in this late dusk/dawn dalliance. You grunt, groan, though some pumps make you say “god” and “fuck” in the same growled-out tone, while others thrusts remind you to tell her “you’re so wet” because saying it makes her even wetter.

Jisun has a stronger effect on you with her words. Of course, there’s that first word that brought you here. However, now also means your name sounds different from Jisun’s lips. In a breathy whisper to match her bedroom eyes, Jisun says your name with love, nearly warm reverence, yet it sounds like a dirty word when it spills from her mouth with all that honeyed lust.

So you repay the kindness in her calls for your name with harsher, deeper pounding. It turns you and Jisun and the bed and the darkness of the room and the heights of the pleasure you both feel into a singular object. And though everything in the world becomes packed tight into this space of now, that still doesn’t not compare to the tightness that wraps your cock—and pushing on through just means pulling you into your end.

Every haphazard, reckless shot in the dark is a shot inside of her pussy because there’s not a chance either of you are letting go. And that chance that stays nonexistent, even as your spurts of semen become less plentiful.

Because with Jisun, now never just means now; it means fuck me until both of us are drained in every way possible—and that only ends in a distant future. In this way, and until the day breaks, now becomes so far from now.

But, But, But ft. Joy

length ✦ 6060

genres ✧ Thank you, Calvin Klein; throatfuck; anal; foot play; rimming; model!Joy

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You can’t blame the men and women in the room for drooling along with you. Not a single mouth goes unwiped. That’s just science. That’s just biology. That’s just the joy of eye-ownership. Sure, with the biting, snowy weather outside, the heating in the studio is turned up too far. But that can’t fully explain the licked lips, the sweat on brows, the sharp breaths.

“And we’re done. Everyone, thanks for the hard work!” Chohee’s smile is more pure—less pure? Depends on your thoughts on advertising. She can specify the revenue down to the won that the right set of pictures can earn. Calvin Klein has never needed to up their underwear production before Jennie’s promotion, and you’ve seen other delectable photographs, like that picture of Mina squatting, but that had the sort of pixel dimensions you could count by hand. In contrast, Sooyoung gets your mind wild with anticipation because all you have to do is wait before you get to see it in the flesh, every light particle true and accounted for. In that anticipation, you falter easily. Though you try to avoid seeming like yet another creep to the rest of the staff, your eyes remain plastered on Sooyoung’s ass. It’s just form-fitting denim, nothing you haven’t seen before, but damn, does it ever fit the form.

Before Chohee steps out of the room, she gives you a knowing grin. Of course, she’d know. You’ve only met the woman three times before, yet in that smile, she reveals the extent of her understanding about your relationship with Sooyoung. Guess no one becomes head of marketing without that kind of awareness.

The other professionals in the room are too distracted, too short-sighted by the superficial. A gorgeous woman in tight jeans. That’s nothing new—or at least, it shouldn’t be, but people bow to each other with a sliver of spit in the corner of their mouths anyway. Contextless observers might assume this is a steakhouse, not a photography studio. As people meekly file out of the room with cameras and laptops and lighting equipment in hand, you unapologetically focus on the fine cut of meat trapped in pants. Why the caveman brain? Because you have never once gotten an opportunity for some alone time, despite following close behind Sooyoung for the past weeks.

Behind.

There are only a few studio employees left. You’re in a chair. So is Sooyoung. The difference is that she lounges with a relaxed posture, still on the stool where she’s about to make a lot of money, still squishing that juicy butt against the wooden seat. Oh, the joy of physics. Meanwhile, despite being in a more comfortable armchair, you’re hunched over, your hands clasped in your lap like you’re praying. With Sooyoung saying goodbye and thanking every employee before they leave, you feel like an obvious dunce only lacking an obvious dunce cap.

“Are you okay?” Jeonghoon holds a cup of coffee and a laptop bag; that’s the sort of task he’s assigned as a fellow manager and a rookie.

Smile at him, and it comes out weak, uninspired. “Great.” Yep, that word sounds just as unconvincing, and you lean over further.

He doesn’t seem aware of your plight. For the better. “Well, that’s good. We’ll see you and Sooyoung at the hotel later?”

Ah. Right. Even in a hotel, there’s almost no chance you’ll get time with her. There’ll be interviewers for her drama, more photographers, more distractions. At least she’s making good cash. You sigh with your chest.

Usually, Jeonghoon is the last one out, an eager employee. This time, he leaves the room before you and Sooyoung. Her silence loudens. She’s still on her phone, not acknowledging you, and you scratch your head.

Well, it’s now or never. (Or at least a few days, but who has that kind of saintly patience?) You get up from your seat. If you had those Calvin Klein jeans yourself, the imprint of your bulge would be cartoonish.

You fetch her socks and shoes, hold them awkwardly over your crotch, and waddle to the middle of the room.

“Noona, you’re, um… not gonna change?”

“No, they’re obviously letting me keep this—” Sooyoung’s smirk must classify as some sort of working hazard: the instant palpitations are only worsened by her flirtatious eye contact. “Actually, good point.”

When she tugs off her crop top, you panic and hold her down by the shoulders. “Woah! Someone might come in.”

“Oh, really? Because the way you’ve been looking at me…”

You stutter and drop her shoes.

“Seems like you don’t give a fuck.”

She grabs your package over your slacks. It’s struggling in there, and Sooyoung’s fingers only worsen the ordeal.

“Do you?”

“I, uh, we don’t have time for the hotel. You’ve, interviews, and—” You groan.

“Really, now?” Sooyoung says, cupping and massaging tighter until she deems you firm enough. A breath to your urgent density, she slides over and grabs your hand. “Well, if we don’t have any time, that includes time to waste.” After she rises from her seat, your eyes aim with sniper-like precision at her ass as it reshapes to its perky curve under the tension of denim.

Hold back the gulp—doesn’t work.

The two of you head to the gray couch on the other side of the room, and as Sooyoung tugs you by the hand, she looks back. The image brings you out of the plain room and into an idyllic valley where the pink sun falls and calls a small wind that picks up the pace of your steps in the field as you follow Sooyoung—that is, you could be anywhere with Sooyoung, and the sight would hit your heart all the same. Happiness. The way she wears it on her face spreads to you so easily.

Your eyes wander down, and you’re hit yet again by baser wants. Each step Sooyoung takes creases her pants at the bottom of her asscheek. What a tight fit. But all good things come to an end, and she sits down on the sofa. As a consolation, you get to look at her thighs that are just thick enough to palpably flatten against the cushion, her midriff that you could wash clothes on, her smile that crinkles around her eyes. Then, before you’re lost for too long in its bright light, her tongue sticks out.

Lean down and accept the offer. Your lips attach to her lips and clasp at her tongue at the same time, and Sooyoung giggles into your mouth. You wrap your hands around her bare waist, eliciting more laughter when you dig into her sides with her fingers. She mouths “stop” and smacks you in the bicep, yet before long, she’s wrapped around you too, arms securing your torso against her own. The soft laughter fades into softer moaning—so too does everything else fade against the heart-thudding taste and softness and intimacy of Sooyoung’s lips. The warmth of deep affection slows time in its syrupy hold, and maybe this kiss never ends, as they always seem to. An infinity of infinities.

However, illusions can never live so long. The passion remains yet, as her hands run through your hair to tug you off. “You know there’s only one place you’re cumming inside, right?”

You kiss at her jaw and at the corner of her lips—wherever doesn’t bruise as easily—while your hands lose blood flow squishing between the couch and Soyoung’s ass. Granted, all your blood is going to your erection regardless, so you don’t mind the cut-off circulation when maybe you should. Other parts of your body are equally laggard. The question that hit your eardrums only reaches your processing now, but you’re still working through the actual meaning of her words. At this level of brain-clouding heat, you can only give Sooyoung an ambiguous grunt.

She laughs. “That’s right. You’re gonna stuff me straight to my tummy with cum after my asshole milks it all out of you.”

Now that the thoughts are directly in your CPU, you shudder at the inevitability. Her suggestive words are not a suggestion at all.

Given your lapse in attention, twisting you onto the couch takes no effort for Sooyoung. You assume the same slumping seated position she had, and she grasps both of your thighs as she kneels.

The slumping becomes squirming, her hands nearing your crotch. Again, Sooyoung gropes while she stares at the swell in your pants. “I’m gonna need to suck it really wet.”

You place your hand on top of Sooyoung’s head. “Do whatever you like, Noona.”

“Of course,” she whispers. Your pants bunch up, meeting your ankles, and the strain on your boxers reveals itself more clearly, as an imprint on the cotton and a stiffness between her fingers. “God. It’s been fucking forever.”

Sooyoung is not immune to the same pathogen that infected the photographers, the set designers, the lighting crew, and especially you. She licks the drool on her lips while she tugs your pants off your feet.

Motes of embarrassment appear as a blush on your face when a couple drops of pre-cum stain your underwear just from Sooyoung’s manual stimulation. But then her spit stains your white fabric a lot more, and you’re consoled. Her finger hooks at the waistband; she yanks at it only to let it snap back in place, then repeats. Sooyoung leans over and licks at your cockhead peeking out.

Her dark locks become a handle to latch onto tightly. “Please, Noona, just—”

White. That’s just the wall. Blue. Ah, her jeans, of course. A blur. You slouch into the couch, your tip ambushed by the lush work of her mouth, her tongue darting out to press into your most sensitive spot: the ridge under your cockhead. Everything just looks so…

“Ohh, ffuh.” Can’t even get profanity out properly.

“Mngh?”

In fairness, she can’t get her question out properly either when your dick plugs her lips. By the tone, you imagine it’s something like “Is this good?” As if she needs any approval. Her mouth requires only the gentlest motion, up, down, a quaint twist, to extract the pinnacle of pleasure so soon. But when you give another bead of semen to her at such an early juncture, she pulls away and looks at your twitching cock. Sooyoung lets time pass by giving you a generous tongue slather, and by the grace of heaven, you hold on, despite initial bouts of spasming wash over you. “I’ve tasted plenty of your load. Feeling it stuff my ass is more important.”

“This is why I lo… like you, Noona. Ha.” Well, you can’t really play it off now, she’s already snickering, but you can try. “You really, uh, have your priorities straight.”

“Hey! Seriously, this is important! Hmm. I could just drool on it, like you are right now, like you’ve been since we got here, but…” Sooyoung exhales slowly. There’s no mistaking the intent, but she loves to say it anyway, to make you writhe further in bated breath. “I’m gonna need to fucking choke on your cock, okay?”

You nod because there’s no reason to, especially because there’s no reason to.

“Okay.” Like she’s savoring the sensation and measuring her ambition, Sooyoung wraps her fingers around your shaft. Her thumb and middle finger don’t touch. “It’s not that hard. To choke on, I mean. ‘Cause it’s so… ah, whatever.”

One last look. Dark eyes blaze with lust; that’s all you see. At once, your dick becomes a fixture in her neck. A series of gagging noises signals her overconfidence and forces her to back her mouth up to halfway. Sooyoung’s been able to ingest you whole before, but it takes a level of focus that she does not have right now.

Guess the cockiness got to her.

However, you realize Sooyoung has a cunning strategy to her oral ministrations: she stops caring about how much stimulation her tongue is giving, how tightly her lips grip around your width, and how long she lets your cock cozy up in her throat. But make no mistake—there is not an ounce of restraint. Though your dick is just a dangerous toy to choke on, she’s still choking on it. With that mindset, she bobs wildly while her hands gather the sticky, coughed-up saliva that spews everywhere, spreading it onto your length. (She’s careful not to let her fingers linger for too long because when she gets this immersed into deepthroating, the only way she knows how to fuck her face onto your cock is hands-free.)

Another mistake would be pretending there’s nothing in it for you. You can’t help but groan thoroughly when you hit her throat, and her throat muscles can’t help but tighten around you before she gags you out like a glass of water that went the wrong way. While it’s not enough to make you bust prematurely, you get the same dizziness anyway.

A few more cycles of deepthroating, gag-spitting, drool spreading, then Sooyoung plucks you out with a plop onto your abs.

Take each breath one second at a time. Inhale—because you have to. Exhale—because you have to. And you have to because Sooyoung gets up, turns around, steals that basic function from you.

The moon has this illusion where it appears to be so much bigger in the sky than it actually is, but it only takes up 31 arcseconds; that is, it’s basically a dot you can pinch between your fingers, yet you pretend it’s some all-encompassing disk of white light.

Sooyoung bends down to her bare feet, touching her toes with the tips of her fingers.

There is no artifice in her roundness.

But you have to make sure. First, you pinch yourself. Then, you reach out, and to confirm she’s in this lucid dream too, you pinch Sooyoung over her jeans.

She squeals, looking back at you with playful disapproval. “Naughty boy.”

With this woman in front of you, reality lacks the capacity to disappoint. You palm an entire asscheek—smack. "Erm, you don’t like it when I do that?”

Sooyoung hisses. "Just take off my pants.”

You pull her closer, positioning her between your legs. On its own, your cock bounces at the sight of her ass, aiming straight for its target. All of your brain down to your spinal cord screams to rip off the sponsored brand, shove her onto the couch, slam into her backdoor, but you remember the treatment she gave you with your underwear.

If Sooyoung wants to tease, she has to accept the tease too. A few more kneads of her butt over her pants, then you find purchase in its waistline and begin to pull down. She wiggles her ass, but you don’t bite. At least, not yet.

Like the tortoise, you’re steady, savoring, literally dragging as the slim-fit denim digs into the squishy flesh of her ass and thighs. Inch by inch is also literal because, of all the satisfying peeling feelings—plastic film off of a new TV, old acrylic paint off of a palette—the feeling of peeling Sooyoung’s jeans off her legs takes the cake metaphor for itself when her booty is revealed in full glory.

No underwear. You can’t feign surprise because whether it’s professional etiquette at a photoshoot where the jeans are tight enough to expose her panty lines or a red carpet affair with a slinky dress barely covering her ass, Sooyoung is always ready for you.

However, you can give her a surprise: you stop pulling her jeans halfway down her thighs. Why mess with a masterpiece?

Sooyoung turns around. “You gonna finish taking them off?”

“Nah.”

"Then how—”

You pull Sooyoung onto your lap. “Noona, what do you mean ‘how’? You’ll find a way. You always find a way when it comes to riding me.”

She huffs. “Well. You’re right.”

You didn’t expect it to happen here but it does. There’s always a point in the night where the gears switch, where all the playfulness gets shot out of the sky.

Where you’d usually return the oral favor, Sooyoung instead shoves you flat on your back on the couch. However, when she tries to align herself for cowgirl, the jeans around her thighs make the position awkward. Doesn’t matter how stretchy the fabric is. Before you can give her a hand and offer to take the pants off, she leans back. One hand on the sofa armrest behind her, she lifts her knees and places her bare soles on your chest.

At her most comfortable, Sooyoung is at her most dangerous. “I’m going to fuck my ass onto your cock until we’re both sore.” The lack of chalance makes you all the more heated, adding the sensation of her puckered ring on your saliva-smeared tip. Round and round, she swirls her hips, giving you a final warning of her warmth before reminding you of the heights of sensuality when she brings herself down, no hands needed. Your cock is smothered by the obscenely pleasurable flesh of her back entrance, and her slow movements allow both of you to fall into the headiness of her anal tightness before she begins her rhythm.

The moment her ass slams down into your lap, Sooyoung is back up, lifting herself and charging into your length again.

“God, every time you fuck my ass makes me feel like it’s the first time. Like I’m a fucking anal virgin for your cock.”

As if you hadn’t already claimed that ass for yourself dozens upon dozens of times by now. But she’s right.

You would concur, but speech comes out as bubbled moans in your throat. Sooyoung doesn’t need your acknowledgment anyway. After all, she is in control. You’re almost a statue: your cock is the sole part of you that’s moving, only due to the delirious pace at which she fucks herself onto you. As if a burning decision racked her mind: what felt better stretching her, the throbbing head of your cock or the spit-coated base of your shaft?

If you tried grabbing her waist or butt now, you’d only mess up her rhythm, so your best bet is to massage her feet which lay on your pecs. When you grab her left foot—well, right foot, but she’s facing you and… whatever—Sooyoung giggles at the unannounced ticklish kneading of your fingers. She tosses about and sinks into your entire length while the imbalance of weight makes her free foot press into your torso. A feedback cycle of frivolous laughter almost distracts the two of you from the deep earth pressures exerted by her tight hole constricting your width.

“Ugh, yes, that’s it, massage my feet. You’re so good at that.” You take her other foot and give it the same kind of care, pushing and circling thumbs into her sole, into the ball of her foot, down to her heel. Even with your cock plugging her ass up to her guts, it’s the tender work of your hands that make her eyes roll back in her head, like she’s a hair-trigger from orgasm.

Eventually, Sooyoung returns to focus, regains her footing, and restarts riding you once again, renewed by the parenthetical relaxation. With a new vigor, she leans back and bounces unfettered. The bright lights of the room, the photography equipment, the props left behind—she might as well be putting on a show for you. However, there’s no showmanship in how she fingers her pussy wanton and sloppy as fluids gush out and flow down both of your crotches. No coyness or toying, only pure satisfaction at how your cock reams her back entrance. And in purification of that pleasure, she loses control. The more her fingers work inside of her cunt—you even feel them through her walls on your cock—the less choreographed, the less smooth the bouncing motion of her waist.

As if Sooyoung ever really had control in the first place. When you inched inside of her asshole a few minutes ago, she relinquished any semblance of control of her body to the pleasure that your cock gave her. She just pretended. She played her part until now, where she can relish in being defiled through the raw friction barely soothed by spit (but to be fair, your shaft is soaked in her oral fluids, enough that you might even believe she isn’t working through some level of pain right now).

She’s shaking and tightening from her body straight to her soul heated by lust. Without any action from you, Sooyoung would be a flame fanning out, overwhelmed by bliss despite neither of you receiving the gratification of orgasm. Your initiative is imperative here. You pull her calves up to your shoulders.

Sooyoung is the type to enjoy her bliss with soft groaning deep from her throat and reciprocally naughty words to jab back at the endless attention you give her. But when you tug her and force her to lie back fully, her legs around, she squeals like it’s her first time being manhandled. “Ahh!”

You fuck your cock up into Sooyoung, and she bounces proportionally to the force of your hips by the third law of motion. Stretching out her tight hole is just as natural, inescapable—tell Newton he missed this other physical law. Fucking virgin. Though he may have died as one, his legacy lives on: the way her butt falls is a tribute to the apple.

“Fuck! Split me open! Oh, god!”

According to Voltaire, Newton “was never sensible to any passion, was not subject to the common frailties of mankind, nor had any commerce with women—a circumstance which was assured me by the physician and surgeon who attended him in his last moments.” (Voltaire, 1894. “14”. Letters on England. Cassell. p. 100.)

This is the great thing about having anal sex with Sooyoung after a Calvin Klein promotion. You get more than one kind of commerce with a woman, the frailty in which you indulge is much rarer, and Sooyoung’s passion overwhelms any sensibility you have.

With Sooyoung lying back, taking your cock and your zeal more passively, you grab one of her feet and knead it once again, then bring her toes to your mouth. And once again, despite being subjected to a forceful pump of thick flesh into her tightest entrance, it’s her sensitivity to your devouring and worship of her foot that makes her louder than traffic, swear more than a sailor, mewl higher than the animals that can make that pitch and hear it too.

Could be a coincidence. After all, your dick’s ramming into her anal passage is unrepentant, selfish, ferocious, even while you’re gasping in fatigue.

Whatever the case may be, she contracts. Nothing unusual there. Until you realize it’s her whole body succumbing to the loving ache of climax which floods over her in small waves that become giant swells, and in the pulsations of her muscles, her hole becomes too tight to handle. Your cock is forced out, then washed by the messy spray of her pussy juices.

You’re thankful because you needed a breath; by the looks of it, Sooyoung does too. She comes down from her peak, sits back up, leans forward to lay on top of you and embrace you and nuzzle into your neck.

The two of you engage in a subtler kiss, lips glancing at each other, like every touch had static electricity. But it’s just the sensitivity you both have, feeling the limpness of your crotches and legs acutely.

A determined sigh. “Get up,” Sooyoung says.

“Yeah, sure.” You lean forward and put up a faux struggle with Sooyoung atop you.

“Come on, I’m not that—”

“You’re not, I’m kidding, I’m kidding, please.”

She pushes herself off you and stands up first. “Yeah, yeah, okay.”

While you follow suit, Sooyoung takes off her jeans entirely before she returns to the couch.

Strike a pose. Her line plays in your mind as she recreates her position from earlier in the photoshoot. One leg bent to her knee, one leg outstretched behind, hands on the back of her seat. She turns her head back, and it’s almost a perfect copy of the image—

—save for the exposure of her entire bottom half.

Just as you have for the past few weeks, you follow close behind her.

Unlike the past few weeks, you do it with your cock in hand, sliding yourself up and down between her buttcheeks.

And that’s all the warning she gets.

“FUCK, you’re so big!”

The enticing presentation is decent, would be greater than paradise for anyone else, but already having felt Sooyoung’s compelling anal grasp, it’s time to bury yourself down to the hilt.

“Straight to your tummy with my cum, huh?”

From this position, you can properly slap her ass as its round shape and perky softness calls for. One hit when your shaft vanishes, another when it emerges, and at this speed, that’s enough spanks to redden the malleable flesh and make it match her face’s blush.

“I’m gonna pound into you so hard…”

From this position, you can tug on her hair, make Sooyoung look back at you with cloudy eyes, and listen better to her wasted babbling and begging—wasted because she was always going to get fucked roughly since her fuckhole swallowed and trapped you so greedily—so you pinch her tongue that falls out.

“You’re gonna feel like it’s straight to your tummy with my cock.”

From this position, you can bear down into her tight hole with a simple heavy snap of your hips, defying the burning tiredness of your muscles and making good on your uncommon audacity. It’s not your exertion alone though. Without you in the picture, the back and forth of her body would be an intense form of yoga. Intense enough for applause—clap, clap. Not only is her butthole getting a stretch, but her calves, thighs, and arched back are getting worked too.

Therefore, it surprises you that Sooyoung still has more in her lungs other than moaning and gasping. Through gritted teeth, she repeats “yes, yes, yes.”

Repeat the repetition: the ramming of your cock, the slapping of her asscheeks, the pulling of her hair. You tilt her head back further and gaze into her upside-down visage.

“But, but, but…”

“But what?”

When her motions wane and her posture slacks, you understand. She plops forward, releasing your shaft from its deep-seated embedding. Sooyoung lets her head and arms hang off the backrest.

“Woah. Are you okay?” You pull her back so she can lay more comfortably prone. Even while you help her out, you feel selfish since you get the perfect position for her bare bottom to flaunt its perfect shape, for her long legs to splay out in their full grace. Elegance despite the sheen of sweat and the pink handprints.

Sooyoung is panting as she grabs at her right calf. “I think I got a cramp.”

“Oh, fuck, Noona, I’m so sorry,” you say, unsure where to place your hands.

“No, no, it’s fine, I got too into it.”

There’s an easy win-win scenario for both of you. “We can finish this later at the hotel.” You get on your knees and kiss her leg where she’s holding it.

“Hey! Why do you keep tickling me?” Sooyoung looks back with furled brows and a mini frown.

“Well, for one, it’s fun.” You gently push her hand away and replace it with your own so you can massage it. “But I have to so I can do this.”

Once more, she’s moaning orgasmically at mere touch, though the pleasured sounds are understandable given the strength at which your hands rub and manipulate her calf.

“Is this better?”

“Y-yeah. Can you, you, uh, do more, ff…”

So you knuckle down, bringing knuckles down to her feet to give it even more worship than before. Careful yet powerful kneading while you give each foot a kiss on every toe and every inch of her soles. When only pure delight and relaxation adorns Sooyoung’s expression, you work your way up her legs. Pinching, kneading, caressing in circles, you ensure that her whole bottom half, everything exposed, receives the same amount of care.

But you aren’t that just. Her ass will always receive a queen’s treatment. Where you left your mark, your fingers massage and twist until you’ve made amends.

“You good, Noona?”

Sooyoung needs no words; her contentment is painted plain as day in her relaxed face. Regardless, she looks back at you and says, “Almost. I don’t wanna wait. I told you to unload in my ass, and that means now.”

“Alright. But you’re not doing any work.”

“Sounds good to me.”

Without a care in the world, your light, careful smooches on Sooyoung’s asscheek become a full-on, rabid feasting of her hole. You can’t help but provide so much drool when your tongue perfuses her sore ring.

“Hey! It’s…”

“Dirty? Noona, if my dick’s been in there for the past however many minutes, ahhh, then soh, ah, cahn, ah, my tongue.”

She trembles at the exhaustive effort of your mouth, like you’re looking for treasure. However, you already found it the day you were hired—the day she pounced on your dick and never looked back. You can’t help but be more like her: never look back.

Unless it comes to her back entrance. Your tongue is looking as deep back as it can.

But you’ve had enough. You stand, line yourself up, and spit on Sooyoung’s rear entrance one last time while you thumb it in circles. “I’m going back in now. One last time.”

Sooyoung nods.

Now, with every care in the world, your cock slides into her tightness. You hold onto the side of the couch to make sure you aren’t going too fast. There’s no need for that kind of intensity anyway. Your internal throbs, the lightness in your head, they call for you to concede to your ending. No more animalistic shoving. You savor and thank your life for every inch given to you, surrounding you in taut warmth. Lazily pushing forward, you’re in, then you’re back out, relenting to the chokehold of her butthole. Friction is the only force raising you to the sky.

As one last act of impish defiance, Sooyoung can’t stay still. She wiggles her ass, shakes it left and right and around, trying to wring out your orgasm when you slow down to a near halt.

Your tip pokes the deepest spot it can in her anal entrance, and one last shimmy from Sooyoung turns the weak tremor in your core into an earthquake that sends your cum shooting into her bowels. Your cockhead pulses, and every pulse is a new record for volume—you can’t imagine how much your balls are giving up—but can you imagine anything at all? No. Your mind is entirely emptied by the messy elation that moves errantly through your extremely enervated muscles. You sense your own stickiness add to the already magnified ecstasy of her tightest hole as semen engulfs you and stuffs Sooyoung to the anal brim. The hum of satisfaction from her is quiet yet guttural and complete. For all the work she’s done today, your cum is the greatest reward.

“Fuuck, I’ve been waiting so long, nnh.”

As slowly as you inserted your cock moments ago, you extract yourself with a lazy backward pull, her gaped asshole contracting. Spread her asscheeks and watch the sticky semen leak like a tributary to the pond of cream between her thighs. Your sensitivity can’t stop you from savoring the perfect texture of her used ring one last time as you rub your cockhead like a stopgap for the leaking seed.

“Pass me my panties.”

You pick them up—Calvin Klein, naturally—from the floor.

She slides them up her sweaty legs and puts them on with a pleasant snap. Sooyoung’s fingers make that come-hither gesture, and any confusion on your part is erased by her wide open mouth and tongue sticking out. The way she sucks your cock clean feels like revenge, her lips overstimulating you.

You’re okay with letting her ruin your brain, making your knees buckle.

“Damn, is that what my ass tastes like? No wonder you like eating it so much.” Sooyoung deserves her cocky grin. She returns to giving your tip nurturing suction. “Or maybe that’s just how good your cum is.”

Even though you’re drained, Sooyoung sucks your softening shaft like there’s drops still left in there. You wish there were.

Both of your hearts start racing when you hear music coming from outside. You each quickly dress back up. You notice a sliver of your creamy seed dripping out from her stained underwear before she puts on her jeans.

“Woah!“ Jeonghoon walks into the room to find you two awkwardly standing around. Or maybe it’s just you looking awkward. “You guys are still here? I was already on the road when I realized I forgot some papers.”

Your mind has yet to fill back up with thoughts. “Um.”

Fortunately, Sooyoung steps in. “Yeah, we were taking more pictures. And well, we had to leave the place tidy, of course.”

“Oh! Okay, cool.” Jeonghoon smiles, then heads to a table to pick up a clipboard. He seems none the wiser. “By the way, the hotel schedules were canceled, but the reservations are still there. So if you guys still wanna go, then by all means.”

“Well, that’s perfect. Isn’t it?” She turns to look at you.

Nope, still nothing in your head.

Sooyoung shakes her head. “We’ll see you back at SM tomorrow?”

“Yep!”

“By the way,” Sooyoung says, “were you listening to—”

“Queendom.” Jeonghoon looks away. “Mhm.”

You didn’t even notice the song.

“Hey, it’s okay. I knew you were a fan anyway and…” She walks him out of the room with a pat on his back.

Snap. Snap, snap. Oh, that’s Sooyoung snapping her fingers. “Ahem. Are you okay?”

“Y-yeah.” When did you sit down?

“It’s like I’m not the one who just got railed in the ass in a million ways.”

“Well. Uh, I think you, uh, just gave me the best orgasm of my life. Thanks, Noona.”

Sooyoung chuckles and sits in your lap. She links arms with you and leans her head into your shoulder. It’s almost a wholesome moment, then you think about how your sticky cum is lubing up her ass right now.

“We have a long night ahead of us,” Sooyoung says. “We should get some dinner now that we have a bit more free time.”

“Mmm. Maybe.”

“Maybe?” Mischievous indignation on her face.

“Depends whether or not we can get to a restaurant without you jumping me in the car.”

“Me jumping you? Pft.” Sooyoung grabs your wrist and places your palm on her behind. “Let’s see if you can make it that far knowing your sticky cum’s lubing up my ass right now.”

Fuck.

Your awe increases when she kisses you on the cheek and skips away, putting swing in her hips with each step. You expected the soreness to slow her down.

Maybe you get to the parking lot without interruption, maybe not.

First, you have to see about catching up to her.

Renewed (Yuna)

Male reader x Itzy Shin Yuna

Length: 7400+

Tags: Virgin, Facial

A/N: i need to give out to @worldsover​ for revising this story, the amount of help he gave me for this one is massive so make sure to thank him for this one and check out his stuff as well. I am excited to post this one, not sure how many will want to read it but thank you ahead of time.

The school halls had this grating echo, and you were glad to be gone soon. All your fellow students talked about for the past few months was prom this and prom that. Girls went on about the dresses they bought and the limos they rented; guys rambled about their promposals and afterparties. Right now, a group of classmates is loudly arguing about table seating. You couldn’t care less. The one girl you wanted to go with was already taken. Inevitable. Shin Yuna was the girl of every guy’s dreams, a stunning visual, a kind soul.

Inevitable too was the fact that you would fall for her, even if it didn’t start that way. You were just neighbors at first, but then you became friends like no other. Considering how much time you spent with her, that friendship could only bloom into infatuation. So as the years went by, you held in your feelings, until senior year when you grew brave enough to confess.

That was months ago. You wanted to forget about it.

“Hey, Oppa, what’s with the flower?” Yuna tilted her head and of course, she looked adorable with such a simple gesture. “Actually, before you say that, I wanted to let you know something.”

“What’s up?” you replied.

“Well, I have a boyfriend now! I want you guys to get along.”

The flower might as well have withered right then and there as your heart did. Another guy walked up next to her and held her hand.

“This is Ryan,” Yuna said, “and I hope you guys can be friends.”

Safe to say, that did not happen. As her friend first, you tried getting along with Ryan but from what you heard, he seemed like the type to just date a girl and move on quickly, so you always had your reservations.

When you take your lunch out of your bag, you notice that you still have that flower in your backpack right now. You never bothered to throw it out, even as it’s rotting inside its plastic wrap.

“Oppa!” Well, there goes the peaceful meal. Yuna runs over to you.

“Hey, Yuna, what’s up?”

She puts a piece of paper on the table; you quickly recognize it’s a ticket.

“Yuna, I already said, I don’t care for prom. I don’t want to go, and I don’t even have a date!”

“Well… I found you one! So you will be going. I need my best friend at prom with me.” Yuna looks up at you with her famous puppy dog eyes, knowing your weakness and melting your resolve.

Your initial reaction to reject her becomes a slow nod.

Yuna jumps up and down in excitement. “Okay, so your date will be at your home an hour before prom. She will be wearing red so make sure to match!”

You’re brought to silence by her hyperactive energy, so before you can open your mouth, she’s gone. Looks like you’re going to prom then.

The next week goes by quickly: you get your tux; you find a tie that matches the red your date will be wearing; you buy a corsage with a red flower.

“I swear these things are a scam. I really paid forty dollars for a flower.” The worst part is that the red flower reminds you of something—you should really throw that thing out of your bag.

You stand alone at home waiting for your date to arrive. Your parents could not be at home to watch you go off with your date as they would be going on a trip with Yuna’s parents. What a coincidence. While they’re out having fun, you have to go with some other person and watch Yuna be happy with someone else. Yet here you are, enduring it all because of her.

Knock, knock, knock.

You rush toward the door—not too fast, don’t want to get sweat on your dress shirt. Then, you open it, finding yourself face to face with the rest of your friend group: Yeji, Lia, Ryujin, and Chaeryoung. You let them in, but you can’t get the image of one person out of your mind. 

“Hey guys, what are you doing here?” you ask.

“We’ll be taking your photos here at home. Now turn around and close your eyes,” Yeji says.

You turn around and close your eyes as told, only leaving you with the sound of the front door opening again. Then, you hear heels clicking as someone walks up behind you. 

“Okay, turn around and open your eyes in three, two, one!” Lia yells. At once, you turn around, making eye contact with your date.

The flower in red, Yuna. Her dress drops your jaw with how it hugs her perfect curves. As your eyes go back up, you focus on her lips, matching in vibrant color, turning into a smile.

Naturally, you’re dumbfounded. Your first reaction is a stumbling step backward. “W-wait, Yuna? What about Ryan?” 

“Can we not talk about him right now please?” Yuna steps closer. 

After you carefully place the corsage on her hand, trying your best not to get sweat on her, she puts a boutonniere on your tux jacket. 

“Alright, you two, let’s get some pictures!” Ryujin yells.

You and Yuna stand next to each other and smile at the camera. Even in the corner of your eye, you know her smile is dazzling; meanwhile, all you want is to avoid looking like a nervous wreck. Luckily, you do get the courage to at least hold her waist.

After a few clicks of the camera, Chaeryoung speaks up, “Hug her from the back! It’ll look amazing in the photos.”

Your eyes flicker back and forth between Chaeryeong in front of you, Yuna next to you, and the floor below you. Though Yuna has a subtle blush, she nods in approval, so you get behind her and wrap your arms around her waist. The group continues to take pictures, but you’re not focused on that at all. Not wanting Yuna to notice how fast your heart is beating, you leave a sliver of space as you hug her. 

You can only let go of your deeply held breath when Lia gives you an OK sign. 

“Alright, we’ll be heading home,” Lia says as the other girls put away the cameras. 

Yeji pushes the two of you out of the door toward the limo. “Have fun at prom!”

“Did I just get kicked out of my own home?” you ask.

Yuna giggles. “Oh, they’re probably gonna go to their own party later. Come on, let’s go!”

Reaching out your arm, you offer it to Yuna who grabs on as you make your way to the waiting black limousine. You both step inside, immediately amazed at the luxury of the interior. You’ve seen limos in shows before, but that doesn’t compare to the actual experience—sitting on leather seats with legroom for days, unlimited (soft) drinks in fancy glasses, the atmospheric lights. Though the two of you are giddy at first, gushing about all the features of the limo, you both fall silent. 

Can’t ignore the fact that Yuna hasn’t let go of your arm.

“Dad got the limo for us. It was supposed to be for just me and…” Yuna trails off, still holding on to you. Maybe it isn’t as big of a deal for her. She’s always been touchy with people she’s close to.

“What happened?” You pull back. “Sorry, I know you don’t wanna—”

“No, it’s fine. I caught that asshole with another girl when I went to surprise him at his house, so I ended things on the spot. So when I had an extra ticket for prom, I knew I had to bring my best friend with me.”

Right. Best friend. That’s all.

You feign happiness anyway—but it’s not even that feigned since you’re still going to prom with the most beautiful woman at the end of the day. With a smile and a hug, you say, “Well, screw him! We’ll have fun on our own!”

Something about the way Yuna said that… no, you’re imagining things.

After the drive, you arrive at the venue with its tall doors and architectural columns. The driver opens the door and you step out first. You help Yuna step out, and you notice all eyes on the two of you. You and Yuna continue to walk toward the entrance and hear the whispers:

“Those two? I thought she rejected him?”

“Wasn’t she dating Ryan?”

Once again, useless echoes. You pay it no mind. Finally, you enter the banquet hall, passing the photoshoot area as the music grows louder. Yuna spots the table, so you follow her. You’re lucky that you two get your own table, not needing to sit with a random group.

The night starts as food is placed out for everyone, some well-presented salmon and vegetables. Despite all the people in the venue, you only pay attention to Yuna’s smiling and laughing. You both reminisce about school, notably ignoring the last few months. Finally, music starts to play again, and people get up to dance while tables are being cleared. You’re both sitting and watching at first. You were hesitant to join the crowd because of your two left feet. However, you promised Yuna a fun prom, so you get up.

“Come on, Yuna. Let’s dance.” You offer your hand, and she jumps up, then pulls you to the dance floor. 

Fortunately, no one’s worrying about you bouncing and stepping around awkwardly since Yuna is killing it on the dance floor. Her impressive moves combined with her stunning beauty puts all the attention on her. Soon, she chills down with the dancing and gets closer to you as the crowd grows. Yuna grabs your hands and makes you hold her just as you did earlier during the picture but this time, there’s no space between you two. She starts moving seductively, swaying her hips, subtly grinding against you.

You’re shocked, but you go along with the flow. Spin Yuna around so that the two of you are face to face. She matches your huge smile.

After a few more minutes of dancing, a slow ballad begins, and more couples come out to the dance floor while everyone else makes room. You continue to hold onto Yuna and follow her pace. The deftness of her footwork doesn’t surprise you.

To the side, Yuna’s ex is dancing with another girl, yet he continues eyeing Yuna.

“Hey,” Yuna says, grabbing your face, “forget about him. I know I did. This night is for us, Oppa.”

You look back towards Yuna, staring deeply into your eyes. Returning the gaze, your breath hitches. “Yuna, I just wanted to say thank you for even dragging me here in the first place. This really has been a night to remember.” 

“Oppa, I should be thanking you. Honestly, when all that happened before, I got nervous about coming here alone at first, but dumb me didn’t think about you as my partner until much later. That’s why I surprised you instead. I honestly didn’t pay much attention to our friendship, and I want to say I’m sorry about that.”

“It’s ok, Yuna. No matter what, I will always be by your side.” 

Left and right, she steps, and you follow. As you’re holding her waist, you can feel her heartbeat synchronizing to the same nervous rhythm as yours. Your faces naturally fall closer together.

Screech.

The music stops.

“Sorry about that ladies and gentlemen, we seem to be having some technical difficulties with our speakers, but we will get it up and running again in about five minutes, so go get a drink and get ready to keep dancing!”

The crowd moans in disapproval. Seems everyone was having some kind of moment.

You release your grip on Yuna and step back; the both of you are blushing. 

“Um, I’m gonna run to the restroom!” you exclaim. You sprint past everyone on the dance floor and quickly make it to a sink where you splash water on your face. “What was I thinking? She would never want to be with an idiot like me. I’m nobody.”

You wash your sweaty hands  and then head back out to the dance floor to look for Yuna, but after searching for a while, you can’t find her. Despite looking around the rest of the venue, you still can’t find her, so now you’re worried.

“Excuse me, have you seen Shin Yuna?” 

Everyone you ask shakes their head, so you keep going, asking more people till someone points out the side entrance of the gym. You run towards it and rush out as I hear some noise.

“Ryan, please stop! You’re hurting me!”

You run towards that noise and see Yuna and her ex, who has both his hands on her wrists. 

“Yuna, baby, I’m sorry. It was a mistake but we are perfect for each other, me and you.”

He then tries to kiss her, but Yuna pushes him away—not enough to release her from his grip. You rush towards them and punch Ryan on the side of his head. Immediately, he falls over, but you jump on top of him and keep hitting him.  “What the hell is wrong with you? She said to leave her alone! How dare you hurt the woman I love?!”

You even get blood on your knuckles with how many times you punch him but eventually, Yuna’s hand on your shoulder stops you.

“Oppa, it’s okay! Let’s just leave.”

You’re still fuming from seeing Ryan put his hands on her and you’re ready to hit him again, but Yuna grabs your face and makes you look at her. 

“Forget about him, let’s go home.”

When you see the worry on Yuna’s face, feel the grip of her fingers on you, you back away, holding her hand. Your breathing is heavy, though it slows down. “Fine. Fine. Home.”

Ryan lays on the floor in shock and luckily, the blood makes the scene look more exaggerated than it is since he’s okay enough to slowly try and get up. You keep your eyes on him, but when he collapses again, shaking his head, the two of you walk away.

You and Yuna head inside to clean yourselves up, then sneak out toward the front of the building to hop into your limo.

“Oh, you guys are early,” the driver says when you hop inside.

“Just take us home.”

“Of course.”

The drive back is silent with you just holding Yuna’s hand the entire time until you arrive home. After helping Yuna out of the limo, you tip the driver. 

Once you’re inside, Yuna sits on the couch in the living room while you go and grab two glasses of water. 

Silence.

You reach for one of the glasses at the same time as Yuna, and your hands touch, so you both pull back nervously. Something so simple as drinking water is made awkward by the tension in the air. 

“Go ahead, you first,” you say. “I’m… I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have been so aggressive toward Ryan. But the moment I saw him put his hands on you, I just couldn’t hold it in. I couldn’t lead you.” 

“I know you had my best interests at heart, but you can’t lose it like that. What if I wasn’t there to stop you? You could have kept hitting him and really gotten into trouble.” Yuna looks down solemnly.

“I know, I know, but I just couldn’t see the girl I have loved all my life get hurt.” 

Yuna remains silent till she touches your hand. “You love me?” she asks. 

This is it. Years of you holding in. Months of bad timing. It’s all brought you to this moment. 

“Yes, Yuna. I love you. I’ve loved you for as long as I’ve known you. I don’t even have to say how stunning you are, but you also had a heart of gold and stayed by my side all this time. I watched as you became the beautiful woman you are now, but deep in my heart, I just don’t know if I’m the man for you. But I had to tell you the truth anyway.” 

Yuna remains silent yet never lets go of your hand.

“I’m not as popular as Ryan, or as handsome, I know that. so I know you would never feel the same way but I—”

Yuna plants her lips on yours, and your eyes shoot wide open, but you soon melt into the kiss, returning the passion that she gives. Sitting side by side on the couch, you both twist into each other and embrace tightly. You hold the kiss long enough that when you pull back, you’re both gasping for air as you look at each other.

“I felt the same way all these years,” Yuna says, “yet you never had the guts to confess, and well… neither did I.” 

“What?!” you exclaim. 

“The only reason I dated Ryan was because he asked me, and I wanted to try to get my mind off you. I thought you didn’t like me back either. Maybe you just didn’t notice my flirting.“

At that moment, you realize how much of an idiot you are. All the small things add up: asking for hugs constantly, visiting your room for late-night movie marathons, holding your hand for small moments. 

Your jaw is open. “Wow. I am such an idiot.”

Yuna giggles and hugs you tight. “You’re mine now, got it?”

There it is again. That dangerously seductive lilt in her voice, a whole different side of Yuna revealed in a few words. Her hands climb up your back, landing on your head to pull you in for another kiss which you happily reciprocate. You both relax your bodies, though your hearts are anything but relaxed.

Once the kiss ends, you look at Yuna and nod. “And you are mine from now on,” you say.

This time, you’re the one pulling Yuna in for a kiss. Finding the position uncomfortable, she repositions herself to straddle you. Like hungry animals, your lips and tongues dance while you settle into each other’s bodies.

You open your eyes and retreat from the kiss first, looking at how cute Yuna is when she gets entranced by the kiss. Pouty lips, eyes closed tight. You stroke the side of her face and she opens her eyes, blushing. You grab Yuna by the waist and remove her from your lap. She looks confused at first, but it’s so that you can stand up and carry her toward your room. 

After you open your door, you drop the giggling Yuna on your bed. You pounce on top of her and once again, latch your lips on hers, continuing the aggressive assault of escalating lust. Yuna’s hands may have started innocently, reaching around your neck to hold onto you; however, they’re anything but when they start to tug on your jacket and pants. As she unbuttons you, your lips travel from her lips to her cheek, down to her jaw, all the way to her neck. Yuna moans quietly, cutely at the pleasure. Through the sensual high, she manages to take your jacket off as well as your tie. 

You stop the kiss. “Wait, Yuna. This has been an amazing night already. We don’t have to rush into this considering we are just now official.”

“I have been waiting for years and so have you. It’s ok. Let’s make this night one we’ll never forget in our relationship.“

Exploring into Yuna’s eyes, you ascertain her sincerity, that she truly wants you. You pet her cheeks before making out again. In this kiss, your tongue pushes forward, and she accepts, parting her lips. When your tongue enters her mouth, you start to chase her tongue. 

Yuna grabs your shirt while she starts to unbutton it leisurely. The build-up is killing you, but you don’t want to rush things so you let her go at her own pace. Finally, once your shirt comes off, you return the favor by intimately grazing her shoulder at the neckline of her dress. Your lips follow your hands, sucking at her collarbone while you pull the red fabric down. Yuna makes small moans, pulls you closer, and whispers in your ear, “Mark me as yours.”

To satisfy her, you add more suction, enough to leave love bites. Meanwhile, the tight dress hugs her curves as you pull it down, the cloth bunching up under her chest. Eventually, you focus on taking off the whole thing, so you pull away and finish taking the dress off Yuna. She’s left in just her bra and underwear. 

At the same time, Yuna undoes your belt, then tugs down your pants, putting you in a similar state of undress.

Under your breath, you say, “Wow. You’re so gorgeous.” 

“You aren’t so bad yourself,” Yuna says with a smirk while pulling you on top of her. 

Your kisses end up lower and lower on her chest until your lips are tasting the space between her tits. You can feel her heart sprinting just like yours. Reach around to her back, and you fumble with the clasp—nope—nope—nope, still not right. Of course, you have to mess it up at this—

Yuna boops your nose. “Hey. It’s okay.” Her smile is too sweet not to fall into. She bends her arms back to remove the bra herself, and the impromptu pose only bunches up her tits more.

Saliva from the corner of your mouth.

Slowly, teasingly, Yuna lets her perfectly-shaped tits slip out from under the bra before throwing it to the side. Though that move is confident, a blush grows on her cheeks, and she instinctively brings her arms to her chest. “Are they too small—”

Your mouth latches onto one of her nipples without hesitation while the other gets loving attention from your hand kneading it roughly.

Yuna moans at the suction of your lips. While she shifts around underneath you, you stay locked on her hardening bud, your tongue swirling around to taste like the most delectable candy. For every small motion, a couple fingers focused on her other breast’s nipple, a bit more weight on top of her. As she loses more of her control below you, Yuna finds herself grinding her crotch into your knee.

Her words are interjected by sharp breaths. “Oh, god, ah, that’s so good, ah, babe.” 

At the new moniker, your heart sinks in the best possible way. You move to the next breast, noting how slick with your spit her nipple has become—you really can’t stop drooling, can you? Continuing your assault on Yuna’s chest, swirling your tongue and sucking, you reach for her half-soaked underwear while Yuna does the same to you. Just as she shimmies out of her panties, your cock springs out. Though it was achingly stiff essentially the entire night from the moment you saw Yuna in her dress, the sight of Yuna fully nude brings you to a new height of arousal.

No, wait, another height. Yuna wraps her fingers around your cock, and you’re immediately brought weak with a small moan and a shiver.

“Oh, does that feel good?” Yuna asks as she sits up, prompting you to pull yourself back. The two of you are both on the mattress, on your knees, face to face. She giggles when she sees your deeply-shut eyes, your open mouth, your shuddered breaths.

 You try your best to respond to Yuna yet barely manage to nod. Despite just being fingers around your shaft, something about being her fingers takes the air from your lungs.

Yuna looks down, her big eyes even bigger as she stares, and licks her lips. She sticks out her tongue and lets a glob of spit drip down to your cock. It gets her hands wet, which gets your dick wet, which lets her stroke faster. Your own hand truly cannot compare, especially when she looks back up and gazes into your soul. “I’ve always wanted to do this,” Yuna says with a dangerously lurid whisper.

“Do wh—”

A mouth around your cock—now you can’t talk even though Yuna is the one physically rendered speechless. With her lips wrapped, she makes some cute noises and looks up at you, almost pouting on your dick. She starts bobbing her head hesitantly, unsure exactly how to keep her mouth open, when to go faster, where to put her hands. If a word could leave your mouth, you’d tell her to do whatever she likes because you’re in paradise regardless.

In and out, further and further. Yuna’s tongue sticks out, flat along the side of your shaft as if she has much more oral experience, yet with the gagging and clumsy pushing, it’s clear she just excels the most with her tongue dexterity. A mayhem of choked noises and sloppy spit despite Yuna only being halfway down your length; she doesn’t care about the mess at all.

You can’t say you mind either, but you do want to watch how her eyes bounce around, so you brush her hair out of her face. With your dick in her mouth, Yuna goes from sheer lewd intent on your crotch to loving eye contact, then back to naughty when she winks—probably due to your tip hitting the back of her throat. Needing an extra breath, Yuna pulls back while still leaving her lips sealed around the head of your cock. All her attention is at your throbbing tip as she twirls her tongue around the ridge, which takes the very light out of your eyes.

Too soon, you’re already reaching your limit, but can you expect any more tenacity for your first blowjob?

“Yuna, baby, I’m gonna blow,” you say weakly.

You tap her head in warning, yet Yuna doesn’t seem to care. She builds up more speed, more spit around your shaft, more of her tongue swishing around. The last thing you see is her eyes, wide as ever, then the tension unfurls. Grab onto the sides of her head, and you feel guilty for a split second. One, two, three shots of cum fire straight down her throat, as you cum like never before. When you see a tear from Yuna’s eyes, you pull back while your cock is still pulsating.

However, she grabs your waist and dives back in, plugging her mouth tightly around your dick as more of your load cascades out. “Ohhh, my god, hnh,” you say in shudders. 

While you caress Yuna’s face, she sucks the last drops out before withdrawing of her own volition. She straightens up, smiles, and opens her mouth. An unfathomable amount of your pearly semen coats her tongue and cheeks, yet with the same smile, she swallows the whole thing. Yuna moans deliciously—“Mm, mmm”—then sticks her now clean tongue out—“Ahh.”

Deep breaths. You rub her shoulder while catching yourself and bringing yourself back to full awareness. “Damn. Phew. Where did you learn how to do that?” 

“I have plenty of toys to practice with. The amount of times I played with them and pretended it was you fucking me is more than I can count. I didn’t expect to like the taste that much though. Or to swallow that much.”

You’re shocked at her naughty playfulness, but it fits her too well. You quickly grab her and spin her onto the mattress as you kiss her whole body from her perky breasts, to her toned abs, to her long legs and milky thighs until you reach her pussy. 

“Sorry about cumming early,” you say, “but I’ll give you something in return.”

You crawl backward and place your face between your legs—you could live here forever. Yuna strokes your hair, and your pride is immediately soothed. Besides, it was inevitable with a woman as hot as her. You admire her pussy, not only with your blazing eyes (your seriousness reddening Yuna’s face) but also with your fingers which trace her folds. Methodically, as though your tongue needs to memorize every last fold, you lick and follow the same path as your digits. Around. Between. Every move you make earns a shiver throughout her body. 

Yuna’s moans are soft and adorable, only making you want to give her more pleasure. After giving her thighs a subtle tickle, you center your aim toward the dripping hole itself, pointing a rigid finger and giving her an intent look. Upon her nod, you push a finger inside the soft pink entrance. Though you slide in and out, you take your time so that you can learn her body inside and out. It’s a simple challenge in the whole scheme of things: the deeper you go, the wetter she gets.

“More, Oppa.”

So another finger goes in, spreading her pussy lips wider. Above your fingers, you give deep kisses, making out with the sloppily-soaked hole. Your sampling becomes sloppier too when that kiss becomes a one-sided French kiss as your tongue adds support by invading the needy entrance.

Yuna becomes more vocal with her noises and impales herself into your timid fingers by rocking her hips forward. You’ve been careful with the thrusting of your digits so far. It’s just like the blowjob; you’re slowly learning just how much more she can really take.

Even wider your digits spread, and you see the small nub at the top of Yuna’s pussy; your tongue gives it particular attention. Tiny whimpers turn into less restrained whines, so you become more assertive yourself.

Yuna pulls you closer by the hair, choking you with her thighs, and she can’t hold back her words. “Right fucking there! Eat my pussy, baby, make me cum!”

You’d love nothing more, so that’s the plan; however, you can only reply with actions now. One more finger.

“Mhm, mhm, that’s it!”

Though you don’t know much, you know that if a woman says to keep doing the same thing, you better fucking keep doing the same thing.

“I’m—I’m—Ahhh!”

Soft flesh clenches around your damp fingers while Yuna’s fingers now clench your sweaty hair. Her voice pierces the warm air. Legs dig into your neck—you’re perfectly okay with all the rough treatment. It’s all worth it. Juices from her pussy come out, flooding your mouth, and in rampant desire, you try to drink it all. Yuna is a quiver, yet all you can think about is sucking her pussy dry.  Sure, her nectar is musky, yet in your mind, it’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever tasted.

When she’s finally wrung dry, her taut limbs slacking, you back away and watch her beauty in awe as she slowly comes down from her climax. “God, you’re gorgeous.”

Her chest falls up and down to take in as much air as possible. “Th-thank you. Ff… Oppa. So much better than any of my toys.”

You climb back on top of her. To kiss her cheek, to play with her hair, to repeat the obvious truthful praise of her gorgeousness, they’re all to show her how much you love her in the small gestures.

Yuna smirks. A big gesture—she grabs your cock to stroke it.

“As much fun as that was, there is still the main event. “

While keeping your dick in her hand, Yuna leans forward so she can place small pecks on your balls and lick them playfully before kissing her way up your cock. Once she reaches your tip, she twists her tongue around it, getting as much wetness as she can on your member.

“Fuck, so hard again?”

You didn’t even notice. It’s like you didn’t skip a beat.

“Such a perfect dick,” Yuna adds between licks, “and now you can last longer for me.” 

Yuna gets on her back again and spreads her pussy lips with two fingers while the other hand aligns your cock with her snug hole. She mouths the words “fuck me”, but every part of her is already saying that, especially her gaze. This Yuna shocks you since she’s always been the sweet girl next door, though that contrast turns you on even more. 

However, you realize something important. “Wait, Yuna. I don’t have a condom. We shouldn’t do this.”

“Why not?” she whines. “I’m safe today. And honestly, who cares? Just make me yours. We’ve already wasted enough time.” 

You hesitate for a bit but the lust in Yuna’s eyes spreads to you easily. How could you ever deny this woman?

The feeling of warmth from between her legs transforms into wetness coating your cock as you push through the resistance of her plush pussy. Yuna winces but nods at you to continue. Through the mind-bending pleasure, the disbelief of the whole situation, you bring yourself to the hilt. Your arms holding yourself up above her are weak, and you feel even weaker with your face only a centimeter away from her ethereal visage.

All grace is ruined by her words. “Oppa, your cock… it’s so good. I want you to fuck me until my pussy is wrecked, b-but you’re bigger than my toys. Sorry. Let’s just wait a second.”

“No need for sorry, baby. Take your time.” You acquiesce, halt the motion of your hips, then stoop down to kiss her again. The kiss seems to distract her for a bit as she tenses less. Though your cock can physically feel the way her inner muscles relax the more care you give, she’s still squeezing you enough to blow your mind.

“You can go now, enjoy yourself, baby.”

“I will—” Pull your shaft almost all the way out, then slide back in “—as long as you do too.”

Yuna gulps. You take note of that little bulge passing through her neck as she swallows her own saliva—because her tight tummy has a similar bulge that grows and disappears every time your cock plunges inside. 

Soon, you find a constant rhythm in your hips. Your hands explore down Yuna’s fit body, from brushing through her hair to massaging her tits and tickling her belly distended from your shaft’s size. Settling at her waist and grasping tightly, you urge her to move too. You pull her back and forth, and Yuna starts grinding into your crotch, accompanied by needy mewls.

“That’s right, keep fucking me, harder, har… derrr, ugh!”

Don’t need to be told twice. You burn through your stamina, through the enticing tightness, and pound into Yuna faster now, earning more short gasps.  Her walls tense up again as you continue to build up speed, but before your mind can process it, Yuna wraps her arms around your neck and greedily kisses you.

When Yuna releases the lip-lock, she shouts, “Right there! Don’t you dare fucking stop!” 

You realize your cock is pistoning into Yuna at such an angle that each shove pulls a yelp out of her. Whenever you graze that soft patch with your tip, her legs tremble: you’ve found her G-spot. Maybe. Whatever you’re doing is working, and every little reaction makes you want to impale Yuna with more strength.

“Fuck, Yuna, your pussy is the best!” 

Her hands are tugging on your hair hard enough to send tingles to your scalp. “I fucking love your dick too. Don’t stop till I fucking cum again.” 

Look into Yuna’s eyes. They’re not only mesmerizing but laden with perverse love. Of course, you have to keep destroying her pussy. But even more than that, you need to feel her cum around your cock. 

Your other hand reaches down to find her clit. Yuna realizes what your maladroit fingers are trying to accomplish, so she guides you to the tiny spot of pleasure. She gasps when you gesture miniature circles at the same delirious speed as your thrusting, the sum total of felicity overpowering her. 

“Fuck! Cumming! I, I, I’m…” Yuna’s juices flood down your cock while she shakes, her walls getting so tight you have to pull out. Luckily, there’s enough give that you can leave your cockhead between her lips while the orgasm rocks her.

When Yuna pushes your weight off of her, she’s still shaking, breathing like she’s lacking air. After a minute, she finally speaks up again. 

“Wow. Oppa, you really know how to treat a girl right. But I had my fun. Time for you to cum,“ Yuna says with a full determination that invigorates you. 

You pick Yuna up and spin her onto her tummy so her butt is facing you.  “This ass is amazing.” 

Yuna giggles when you peck at it just as much as the rest of her body, all around her asscheeks, down to her thighs—and a long kiss on her pussy with enough suction to make Yuna moan into your pillow. She lifts her butt up and shakes it before getting on her hands and knees. 

“I’m all yours. Use me.”

In spite of all that’s happened tonight, Yuna’s newfound intensity still confounds you. At the same time, it lights a spark within you. You get up and kneel behind her, lining up your shaft with her cunt again. 

At a torturously slow pace (you don’t know for whom it’s more torturous), you push your length back inside the slick, waiting entrance. 

Yuna looks back, her drunk expression accentuated with a deadly smirk. “You don’t have to hold back now, fucking make me sore. Make my legs hurt. Make my body remember your dick, dream about your dick.”

Grab Yuna by the waist, plunge all the way inside, no more damned waiting. Wasted months, wasted seconds—the fuck is the difference? Already, you’re thrusting into Yuna with enough force to make the mattress recoil. Her pussy is so wet that it squelches audibly, and that wetness collects to a white cream that dirties your cock, only to be cleaned by the snug fit of her pussy lips. 

Yuna did say to use her: You grab her wrists and pull her arms behind her back so that only her knees dig into the mattress. With your own knees, you spread her legs apart, and Yuna squeaks in surprise as she sinks into your cock more easily. Pulling her back further, you straighten Yuna’s posture so that you can plant your lips on her neck. Each ass-rippling thrust of your cock is followed by a kiss deep enough to mark her. 

You let go of one of her hands so that you can wrap your arm around her chest and knead her tits again. “Fuck, I might get addicted to this,” you say through grunts.

“Me too! I, oh, god, oh, fuck, fuck! Nngh, I’m, so, you, cock, big, fuck!” The only intelligible words that continue to stream from her lips are curse words loud enough that the neighbors might hear. 

Finally, you start to notice that recognizable knot in your stomach. Despite your climax earlier, you know this snap will be much stronger, that your load is going to absolutely flood Yuna. It’s the sort of peak that you’ve never accomplished alone—the intimacy of fucking the most beautiful woman in your life turns you rougher, more primal than your wildest imaginations.

“Baby I’m gonna fucking cum soon.” Your hand grips her hair, the other on her midriff to keep her in place so you can pound her as harshly as you can.

“Where, mh—cum? Ass? Tits? Tummy? Just, fucking, whatever, hgh, you want.”

Gasping for a bit of air, you give Yuna your answer: “Get down, I’m gonna paint that pretty face.” 

“Of course.”

You stop posting into Yuna, your soaked cock comes out from her pussy. Stand on the mattress, and she quickly kneels and sucks your cock like there was no tomorrow. Yuna smirks, then brings your dick down her throat—you almost cum at that moment.

Luckily, Yuna stops in time, backs away, and strokes your cock in front of her face. She bites her lip.

“Paint this pretty face with your cum. Don’t leave any part of my face clean.”

Those were the words you needed to hear. You throb and explode like you never have before—that includes just moments ago. The first wave washes over you fiercely, making your shaft pulse and shoot out, hitting her forehead. Each subsequent spurt of your cum haphazardly stains different parts of her face: some goes in her eyes, some on her cheeks, plenty on her pouty lips, while the rest drips down her chin.

You nearly pass out from how hard you came, falling on the bed while Yuna shows off the sticky white mess you made on her face. A proud, ethereal smile, sullied by globs of semen.

Yuna wipes her eyelids, then scoops up some of the cum from her cheeks. She puts it in her mouth and drinks it happily. 

“Yummy.” 

Even though you’re absolutely fatigued, you run to your bathroom and bring Yuna a towel. 

“Thank you, baby.”

Yuna cleans her face while you find something for her to wear. You find a pair of matching white t-shirts. When Yuna puts the shirt on, it fits much bigger on her. You lay down and sigh in fatigue, and she lays next to you.

You kiss her forehead.  “That was fucking crazy.” 

“You’re right about that. I’ve never cum like that before. I’m so glad I let you take my virginity.” 

You look at her, surprised at what you just heard. In the back of your head, you always assumed you were too late. 

Yuna sees your face and laughs. That bright expression is the Yuna you remember. “Yes, I was a virgin, I was saving myself for the man I loved, and I knew I had to be honest with myself, that it was always you. I’m glad I waited too ‘cause you sure know what you are doing.“

“Oh, I kinda got a bit… lucky but, yeah, thank you. I’m a virgin too, even though I wasn’t planning on saving myself for you—wait, no, I mean, I definitely was, I just thought I never had a chance because you’re too—”

Lips stop you from further stumbling. Yuna shushes you curtly. “We just had sex, babe. It’s okay.” You realize every part of her, from the lustful to lovely, is what makes her so striking, and all the love in her eyes lets your wandering mind slow down, lets you return the same sincerity.

Obviously, you love kissing Yuna’s lips, but there’s something about her whole face that you need to pepper with smooches, and she giggles as you go from her cheek to her forehead down to her jaw again. She hugs you tighter.

“You know what the best part is? That’s just the first of many times,” Yuna says, purring in your ear. The warmth of her breath and her body wrapped around yours is enough to bring you to rest.

Though somewhere in the depths of sleep, you hear the words “I love you.”

The next thing you see is the morning sun falling on the perfection of Yuna’s face while you cuddle her tightly. Any dishevelment from last night is gone. As you take deep breaths, you hear her stirring too. Though Yuna’s eyes are still closed, she hugs you back. You love the way that your bed, your pillows, your sheets now smell like her.

You hear small giggles from outside, so you look towards the door now ajar and see Ryujin there taking pictures. When Lia, Chaeryeong, and Yeji lean too hard on the door, it opens and they all fall over.

You whisper-yell “Yah!” as best as you can to not wake up Yuna, but she hears you and sits up, looking at you in confusion. The confusion is supplanted by anger when she looks at the girls.

Yuna yells much louder—“YAH!”—and the other girls run back to your kitchen. 

Despite her frustration, or more accurately because of it, you laugh, grabbing Yuna’s hand.

“Apparently, they don’t know what privacy is,” Yuna says with a pout.

You laugh with Yuna and grab her for a hug. Actually, when did they get in? Whatever. Your hands climb up to Yuna’s face, caressing her adorable cheeks. “What a night to remember, huh?” 

When Yuna smiles back at you, you dive back into her lips and kiss her deeply, marking your new relationship. 

Guess life can work in funny ways.

Style (Gahyeon)

Gahyeon isn’t defined by curves; if anything, she’s the one defining curves.

As always, she starts on her knees on your mattress. From there, Gahyeon gives you much free reign to work with, only limited by your imagination. You could have stood above Gahyeon, slapped your cock on her naughty red lips, or you could have pushed her back, mounted her, and tore her black top off to savor the softness of her tits around your shaft. With a laser focus on you, your hand on your quickly-hardening erection, her tongue escapes, swirls around her mouth. In that single expression, Gahyeon flaunts just how much she could do with that mouth. 

But you watch Gahyeon sway her hips side to side with the subtlest motions, swaying her skirt too and revealing her thick thighs, and she watches back with more salacious regard. Your choice is clear; Gahyeon already knows it. She turns around on the bed, still on her knees, then backs up closer to the edge where you’re standing. When Gahyeon lifts her hips, you understand the full shape of her lower body, even if hidden by black fabric. While looking back, she sits up and down, bouncing on air, tantalizing you. However, Gahyeon has jumped on your cock plenty of times before. Rode you, fucked herself into your dick, slammed that toned ass down onto you lap. It’s all a prelude. She leans forward, gets on her hands, then arches her back—there lies the truest definition of curves. Once again, Gahyeon looks back at you, into you, as she shakes her whole body up then down.

What a show. Your eyes have had enough fun on their own though. With your legs, you split Gahyeon’s knees further so that she sinks down into the mattress, aligning for a more convenient position. She’s squirming like an animal in heat waiting for you. Not only is that long skirt in the way, but she also has a black thong underneath. You don’t mind either of the garments. Her puffy pussy lips are already swallowing up at the dark fabric, and besides, you can just slip them to the side while your tip grazes between her thighs. 

At the teasing of your hardness against her backside, Gahyeon begs. No words. Only whimpers and whines and a promise of slickness already proven by the nectar aggregating on her thin underwear. Usually, you’d spank Gahyeon for her impatience, call her names that would make her quiver.

Yet again, no words are needed. When you push your way between her walls, a soft, drawn out growl comes out of Gahyeon. You were going to slide moderately, relishing in the wet satin texture of it all, but you’re already near womb-deep with the way Gahyeon’s cunt engulfs you, so you might as well lose yourself to the rhythm.

You’re bulldozing, ramming, fully knocking into Gahyeon’s slick and needy hole in this doggystyle position she’s absolutely perfected. Her toes curl, her back arches further, her head tilts up in repletion. Your hands naturally find themselves around Gahyeon’s busty chest, kneading the flesh over her top. She takes one of your hands and places a finger in her mouth. 

Having your digit between Gahyeon’s lips, wet with drool, barely quiets her down. Not that the silence is worth anything. After all, every curve-rippling slam of your crotch against her buttcheeks fills the air anyway, probably fills the walls till the neighbors can hear it too—they’re either nonexistent or too accustomed to the noise caused by your intense bouts of sex with Gahyeon.

If those neighbors are extant, by the way that Gahyeon is desperately sucking on your finger, by the way that her body is trembling throughout, they’ll need to get earplugs. Letting go of her tits, which have now long since fallen out of her top, you grab her hair instead. Though cut shorter than usual, it’s still perfect to bundle up in your first and pull roughly. The sensation must be sending shivers down Gahyeon’s spine. If not shivers, then there must be some force that’s making her whole torso curve up with such intensity. You’d wager it’s your swollen tip grazing her inner flesh in just the right way.

There shouldn’t be anything special about this position in particular. You’ve fucked Gahyeon doggystyle everywhere, from your couch to the floor of a sound stage. She has climaxed and clenched and sprayed love juices on your shaft more times than you can count. Yet there’s never one round of half-hearted sex between you two. Whenever your cock is impaling Gahyeon, she’s fucking you back with the same intensity as the first time, as the hundredth time. She puts her whole being into being split open by your dick, and it’s that recklessness which makes her limbs weak.

Gahyeon is perfectly fine with succumbing to fatigue while receiving your every thrust with wanton glee. Who cares about the jelly legs the next morning? Who cares about the redness and the soreness? As she becomes less controlled in her motions, the only thing keeping her off the mattress is the length of your cock holding her up and pinning her in place like she’s just a toy to mount.

A third time, Gahyeon looks back at you. Sweat on her brow. Tongue drooping out with saliva. Eyelids thin with tired pleasure. With one last burst of energy, you place your hands around her midriff, tickling Gahyeon a bit and drawing a dumb smile out of her. You pound the air out of her lungs, thrust every last drop of creamy wetness from her pussy, and fuck the very thoughts out of Gahyeon, closing your eyes as climax nears.

It’s always a split second decision when you unload. You’ve made a flooding mess of all of her holes enough times that you choose to pull out and it’s all such a rush when you back away and manhandle Gahyeon to her knees on the floor so that she can lick on and around your cock and nurse on your ballsack like it’s some candy while your hands stroke and she replaces your hands with her smaller, more delicate ones. Her eyes are glazed over with lust—that same instant, they become glazed over with semen as your mind stutters with the outpour of electric pleasure transforming into a tingling into a pulsation of your body focused on your cock. You can barely control yourself, but you’re able to aim a couple shots on her lips before pointing down to her tits. Her cleavage becomes covered with a stream of sticky, pearly cum.

Gahyeon looks up at you with your cockhead between her lips, pouting on your leaking tip. She arches back and shakes her ass. You think you’re spent, unsure how to interpret her gestures, but then she brings a hand between her legs. So you haven’t made her cum yet. By now, your dick should be shriveled up, balls completely milked by Gahyeon’s mouth. But when Gahyeon crawls back up on the bed, of course, you’re ready for the second round. Ready to make her spray you, your thighs, the bed, all while your seed drips out of her pussy.

It’s not like there’s another way this could end.

Take Me Out

When it comes to Kazuha’s ass, it’s pretty hard to miss—there’s plenty of flesh to slap. Yet each hit is more satisfying than any homerun you’ve ever hit, the left cheek recoiling and rippling in the same delicious way as the right cheek. 

When it comes to Kazuha’s ass, it’s the easiest thing to miss. Forget the strikes. What was life before the sight of her bouncing butt while you’re pounding into her? 

Same contradiction as the hatred of seeing Kazuha go, the adoration of watching her leave. People are coils of many contradictions condensed to a body.

Upon closer inspection—though how much closer can your two bodies be?—Kazuha has both the contradictions and the body in spades.

Kazuha has her hands on the wall. She’s not too picky: you’re not even really sure where you are in this baseball stadium. (Maybe this is the press area? You’ve never been here) She’s perfectly content with standing here in this secluded hallway, her spine arched, her hips pushed back—then forth, freeing your shaft from her pussy’s incredible hold for a split second before your cock is swallowed lengthwise. 

The contradictions start here. 

You haven’t known Kazuha for long. You were playing a good game, had a good two-run homer in the third inning. Didn’t even know about Kazuha’s group until that excellent performance they had, but your impressions based solely on looks were that of elegance, composure. Illusions shattered. The enthused pull to the side, the disarming smile, followed by the passionate kiss that some random part-time worker could have definitely seen. After bringing you here, down the labyrinth of hallways she shouldn’t have known about, her lithe and nimble fingers brought to life your cock. She’s kissing your neck and your shoulders and your arms, not a care in the world you’re sweating. All with a grin. You haven’t known Kazuha longer than an hour, yet how could she not be the most contradictory person alive?

The perfection of Kazuha’s body throughout is self-evident and non-paradoxical.

While her firm, well-honed thighs already looked immaculate under those jeans, they’re even better in their full bare form, her jeans on the floor heedlessly. Her black thongs are skimpy, easy enough to pull to the side to ease the thrusts of your cock.

After enough reddening smacks to tire even yourself out, your hands take initiative in caressing Kazuha’s upper half. Underneath her jersey, you run through the defined back muscles, the dips and firm spots. Touch isn’t enough. You hike her jersey up, revealing the sports bra, then you move to her front. Savor her washboard abs, then move upward, again groping her underneath. You catch hard nipples between your fingers.

And sure, she’s relatively tall, but you’re still splitting her open like a baseball bat, her pussy lips spreading delectably around your width.

Despite all the immaculate imagery and the sensations of a lifetime, her body in motion is what truly emblazens your pistoning. On the big screen of the baseball stadium, you could tell Kazuha moved differently. You had that athlete’s sense about you. But more than any smooth or graceful motions, you learn that Kazuha is flexible. When you take one of Kazuha’s arms to pull behind her, it’s easier to work with than other women you’ve had sex with. Your other hand works on turning her long dark hair into a handle with a makeshift ponytail. 

Yells and whimpers echo the hallway. This hallway must be secluded; otherwise, you would have been caught long ago. You’re having a ball, working even more of a sweat than your game. You pull her arm back, pull her head back, her whole body following your thrusts into the wall with a reciprocal backward motion. Everything is an extension of the soft snugness Kazuha’s pussy provides to your dick.

Kazuha licks her lips and looks back at you. Her timing couldn’t be more impeccable. She reaches back to wrap her fingers around your cock, helping you reach the top of the ninth.

Without a doubt, there’s more power in your balls, and Kazuha’s back dimples are your strike zone. 

The dip on her lower back above her ass is perfect for receiving all the semen spraying out of your continuously throbbing dick. Your head snaps back in pleasure, and Kazuha moans, feeling the warmth of your cum pooling, the sticky load slowly dripping down into her thin black underwear. She expedites the process of her slick panties collecting the semen by rubbing her fingers against her back, then fingerfucking herself.

Did you think you were speechless before?

Kazuha takes her jeans, puts them on, and walks away, blowing you a kiss. Your words are stuck in your lungs.

What are you gonna do, follow her?

You get a text later from an unknown number.

“Hey. It’s me. If you wanna do that again, you’re gonna have to—”

Ropes as Art ft. Chaeyoung

Stop toying with that red rope, making labyrinthine knots in your boredom, and look up from your reception desk. Since you don’t bother the other employees of your fitness studio on dormant days like these, you have to tend to this one customer yourself. “Ahh, Miss Lee.”

“Call me Chaeyoung, please. We’ve been over this.”

“Of course. My apologies Miss—“ The woman frowns. “Chaeyoung.”

She perks up. “Thank you for seeing me on such short notice!”

“That’s alright. You sounded tense on the call. Idol life taking its toll?”

Chaeyoung huffs. “When has it not?”

“I can’t say I know the feeling. However, we are here for your stress relief. Please.” You move to the side and gesture forward. “Right this way.”

“Thank you,” Chaeyoung says as she walks by. You get up from your desk, grab the rope and untie it carefully—you’ll use it soon. Watch her long legs take measured strides down the bamboo wood walkway of your studio and listen to her heels make satisfying clicks that echo through the hallway. Your eyes follow from her lithe calves up to her ass which sways from left to right in her gray leggings. Though she enjoys the total embrace of rope whether it’s over thin fabric or on bare skin, she’s definitely here for more exclusive treatment.

She doesn’t look back at you like that otherwise.

You’re getting extra exercise today too.

Shaking those thoughts out of your head, you trail close behind, ready to help the woman in any way you can. The two of you forge ahead to the main workout room. 

An orange hue steeps the room. Most fitness places you know don’t have the 56th floor of a skyscraper all to themselves. They don’t have tall windows on adjacent walls that look out of the corner toward the skyline, mirrors on the other two walls, hooks and anchors on the ceiling and floor. But most notably, they don’t have a bed in the middle of the room. You don’t call it a bed—it’s the safety cushion—but it’s essentially a bed. Posts with more anchors surround the soft cushion. You hang your red rope at one of these corners.

Chaeyoung drops supine onto the mattress, extending limbs with a satisfied groan.

“I don’t remember telling you about those stretches.”

She giggles at first, but then redness spreads on her cheeks. “M-my clothes can go on that table over there, right?”

“You don’t have to strip today if you don’t want to.”

“I want to.”

Truthfully, your erection already awakens in your joggers. “Alright. You can just hand them to me and I’ll place them over.”

“Oh-okay.” Chaeyoung rounds her lips into a tight aperture to push a slow stream of air. She stands up and undos her zip-up hoodie to reveal a sports bra underneath. As a result of the great training work you’ve done with her, you could eat your last meal off of her midriff. Take the hoodie and turn around—she grabs your shoulder and pulls you right back to look at her. Even if you’ve seen it before, your eyelids split open in shock while hers shake: her bare chest.

You know the right thing to say—you didn’t have to do that—but when Chaeyoung grabs the waistband of her leggings and tugs it down, shimmying like a camgirl striptease, there’s no right thing to say. Especially when she stares at you the whole way down. She repeats the process with her panties but this time, she’s the one who turns around to show off her pretty butt.

That confirms it.

Dick appointment.

Grab the clothes from the bed, fold them, and place them onto a table at the side of the room. When you return, you notice Chaeyoung still has jitters. “I’ll be very gentle to start with,” you say.

“But not to end with, right?”

“It’s up to you.”

Chaeyoung whines softly, but despite the whining, stands at a pole at the corner of the bed, stretching her hands as high as they can go above her head and crossing her wrists.

You create a pulley system using that pole and another one across for better control. The end of the cable contraption is Chaeyoung’s svelte arms. Tie the wrists together and then, on each upper limb, diamonds cross back and forth until the two lengths meet at her chest. Wrap rope around her torso above her tits, then over her shoulders, between her cleavage. As you continue to create inventive patterns around her breast while ensuring the weight is distributed evenly, you examine the toned muscles on her body. Examining too closely, you breathe on her nipples which stiffen in response. It isn’t always inherently sexual.

A tiny flutter in her breath, a tinier whimper. Chaeyoung makes it so.

Your work nears completion when you tighten the last bit of rope around her ass and thighs. Diagonals which intersect and dig into the flesh so elegantly, so smoothly.

But you haven’t even lifted her yet. With a careful heave at the other end of the pulley, Chaeyoung tiptoes, then her toes stop touching the floor. From the simple action of simple machines, inappropriate, unprofessional fluids start to leak between her thighs, slowly seeping into your rope.

The bright red rope is just for Chaeyoung for a reason. She only hangs a couple inches off the ground, but it defies gravity nonetheless, forcing her to feel the tension and the roughness of the braided cord against her skin. Her back against the pole. 

In the light of the sun, the shape of her body reveals itself, and so perfection is made tangible in a few lines, some simple curves.

Your hands work diligently, starting the forceful kneading at her pretty feet. You give it the attention it deserves—truthfully, closer to worship; she can probably feel your breath with how close your face is. After enough massaging her soles, her toes, her heel, you move onto her legs. There’s a lot of flesh to work with. All the length. You have to keep the drool in your mouth while your fingers are pressing into the toned muscles of her calves.

“There’s this knot in me that I can reach,” Chaeyoung says looking up to you. “You know, since my hands are tied. Can you help?”

You nod and move up to her thighs. Now this, you can’t ignore. Her labia, right there. A moment away from your face. From your hands. The warmth in the room, from her pussy, is palpable. Keep a professional touch as best you can. 

Chaeyoung notices this and wiggles her hips. She mouths “higher” and you do just that. The same layer of sweat on her flat tummy makes her thighs shine. You can’t help but dig in. Fingers push like rope; she used to be more ticklish about that, but the sensations of the rope helps plenty. Again, the sounds out of her mouth are too sensual for you to stay sane.

“You’re close,” she says with a groan. You stop for a moment. “I think you’ll need something else to hit this spot.”

“So, it’s like this today, huh?” You don’t need to speak in hushed tones, yet it’s natural in the presence of such a beautiful body. “We’ve never done this in the studio, you know?”

“I liked your bedroom, but this really puts me in the zone.”

You nod. “I understand. You’re looking for a more… internal massage.”

Her breath is heavy, staggered. Her heart pounds audibly.

“It has been a while too. I know you’ve been busy. Let me take care of you.”

“Fuck,” she mutters under her breath. “Please, please do.”

This was always going to happen. Rope therapy is how Chaeyoung keeps her limbs so limber. Getting fucked is just a bonus treat. The binds hold her up as she hangs from the ceiling, swinging back and forth. Her smile never fades; in fact it grows brighter upon seeing you step towards her.

You inspect your work. Any semblance of professionalism is gone. “I’m not going to lie, you look fucking inviting hanging there. Dripping juices. God.”

With how she’s swaying, she looks like the most gorgeous piñata.

Time to break her open with your stick.

You fish your cock out of your pants and slap it against her tummy. She need not say a word, eyes doing all the begging. When you smack against her pussy though, Chaeyoung yelps and wriggles against the rope.

“Put it in, just put it in, please!”

Looking into her eyes, standing in front of her, you align your dick with her entrance and shove yourself all at once. You snap your hips upward, the position awkward, yet you find your rhythm soon enough. With her feet off the ground, Chaeyoung can only bounce so much, using gravity and the sympathetic force of your fucking to weigh back down into your cock. Though the height difference is small, Chaeyoung looks up at you, and there’s a twinkle in her eyes. Your arms wrap around her like a taut rope; her pussy is tighter around your shaft. She’s a different person after you fill her up with your meat, filling her mind with nasty thoughts.

“So good! Y-you should tie me up more, fuck me, use me, ah! Take my little hole, claim it, it’s yours, it’s yours, it’s all—” The spit in her throat comes out as drool. Kiss her, taste her, feel every part of her.

As you thrust in and out, you collect more of her juices around your cock. You can feel how badly Chaeyoung wants to contort her body with all the pleasure. She’s loving the coarse feel of rope on her skin, which you’re feeling too with your closeness. It makes the external knots press into her harder, and by how her face is wracked with pleasure, it’s untangling all her internal knots. That just results in a tighter Chaeyoung for you to pound into. 

Usually, when the two of you are fucking, Chaeyoung likes to feel you by hugging you, her legs around your waist, her arms around your neck. Right now, she’s stuck, and you can tell she’s loving it. The cute noises she makes with each pistoning thrust of your shaft, the whites of her eyes, the smell of sex filling your studio—you’re going to need to call a cleaner.

You’re speechless when you feel her tremble. “Chaeng, are you…”

Every time you’ve made Chaeyoung cum prior to now, it was with your tongue, or with your fingers, or with the help of her own stimulation. But helpless to your cock’s assault, she cums hard, thrashing about in her bindings. Her sighing and moaning reaches an apex of loudness like a runaway train, and you have to pull out with her tightness being similarly exceptional. The fluids flow from her crotch, wettening your cock.

You love the way her long legs are shuddering and shaking, the ripple of the milky flesh an addicting sight.

“Fffuck. That was, that was so, so good. Oh god.” Chaeyoung can barely look at you, but when she does, it’s with the smallest droplets of tears in her eyes. She gives a weak grin. “I feel so stretched out. In many ways. Can we do a different position?”

“Oh, of course. You’re the customer.”

She scoffs. “You haven’t made me pay since we started—”

“Ahem, stay still. I don’t wanna hurt you.” Using your pulley contraption, you bring her back to the ground. You’re still many floors above the earth though, sort of like how Chaeyoung still looks lightheaded.

You start untangling the rope from the knot around Chaeyoung’s waist, following the path around her body that you’ve made. Down to her thighs, back up to her ass, then you unfold the diamonds you’ve made on her torso. You can see the marks of rope digging into skin. Your favorite sight. It’s like making art on a person, but it’s temporary and doesn’t pretend to be anything more. The ephemerality of the marking is not what makes your rope bondage art, however; it’s the relief on Chaeyoung when you finally remove her wrists from the restraints, the pure relaxation on her body. You’ve never seen a woman so zen. Her climax certainly contributes to that, but it’s the same thing after every rope session.

“So what did you want to do now?”

“Well, you haven’t cum yet. And while I’m feeling good, my legs are pretty sore from that. So…” Chaeyoung licks her lips, then flops onto the mattress, splaying herself out. Her head is at the edge of the mattress facing you. “I know how else I can make you explode. See, I meant it when I said use me. I think the best way to do that is tie me up here.”

“Ahh.” Your dick twitches at the thought. “We can arrange that too.”

This bondage is much simpler than your first binding by comparison: You tie each of Chaeyoung’s limbs to the corner posts of the bed. Your work is much faster this time as a result. As she tests the limits of your restraint, her back arches. Her tits bounce with just enough size to do so. Most importantly, now her head is hanging upside down off the mattress. When you hit her face with your cock, she can’t do anything but close her eyes and feel the weight of your hardness. 

“You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you? You’ve just cum, but I can see you making a wet spot on my studio bed. This would be extra in cleaning fees, you know?” Your hand palms your cock, your tip teasing at her glossy lips. “I guess you can pay by making me cum too.”

Chaeyoung’s eyes follow your cock like she’s a starved pet begging for its treat.

Without much waiting, you push your cock straight into her salivating mouth. “Oh, fuck, yeah!” 

The warmth of her hole nearly puts you on your knees. Instead, you gather the rest of your resolve, then gather her face between your hands so you can pump into it properly. 

“Mhpmh, oh sh-shit, gmph.” With the choked noises comes thick, choked-out spit. Your cock is reaching deeper and deeper into her throat. The blowjobs she’s given before don’t compare to the depths of her mouth that you’re now feeling clench around your shaft.

“Man… you’re so good at this. So good at throating. I should’ve asked for this before.” 

“Ahem, gh. Yeah,” Chaeyoung replies between coughs when your cock leaves the warmth of her mouth. “You should’ve. I would’ve been happy too.”

While your length rests across her upturned face, you ask, “Have you done this before?”

“Deepthroat cock while being tied up?” Chaeyoung kisses your shaft up and down as best as she can, spitting on it a few times. “This would be the first. But deepthroating in general?” She looks cheekily at you. “Well, wouldn’t you like to know.” 

The teasing smile is soon wiped away when you yank her hair back and drag her lips around your cock again.

“God, you're such a fucking tease.”

Gluck, gluck, gluck—the wet noises from her clamping throat are constant with your every shove. “Mmphm, mmhph, ah, ah, I wove teasing!” 

“Oh god, Chaeyoung, holy fuck. Your mouth is fucking… outta this—oh fuck… world, fuck!” 

You pull out, staggering back, precum leaking as you feel the vexing pulsations. Though you’re not in her mouth, her tongue does its best to gather every bit of spit and precum it can, while Chaeyoung ensures you can see her perform the lewd act. That tongue feels too good sliding around the edge of your cockhead.

“I’m close, Chaeng.” You hold your dick in place, thinking about your next moves.

“Well, my pussy is still freshly-fucked.” 

“Yeah, well… it’s not my fault your pussy gripped my cock like it was leaving home. I wasn’t sure I could pull out until you came like a truck hit you.”

Chaeyoung blushes. “Thank you. Again.” Her face becomes serious again, though it’s difficult to take her fully seriously when it’s covered in spit and stained by makeup and upside-down. “Anyway, make your pick. I’m hungry for more cum.”

“Fuck it. Your pussy feels fucking amazing but this mouth…” You squeeze her cheeks together, making her already thick lips pout more. “This mouth could make men go insane.”

“Mhm. I’ve been told the men I’ve fucked aren’t the same after I suck their cock.”

“I’d have to agree,” you say, grabbing her hair once again as you pull her into your cock. You get to work, hammering your shaft down to her throat, making sure it hits the back each time. Bottoming out with a brutal shove, she writhes on the bed, her limbs trapped. Every part of her body is stuck one way or another, your cock pinning the back of her mouth to the edge of the bed.

“Mhpmh mph, fuuckk, yes, fhcking wove cahwk—” Chaeyoung coughs “—cock on my mouf. Gh, feels so fucking gh, good.” 

“Yeah?” You slap her tits with harsh hits, not caring about the marks it’ll leave—what’s a few red handprints compared to an obvious pattern of rope on the rest of her torso. “Fuck, it shows. Goddamn. How did you learn to suck cock like this?” 

“Mwph, well, y-you know those rigging rumors?” Chaeyoung laughs the best she can when her throat has a free moment devoid of cock. 

“Fucking hell.” You weren’t sure if Chaeyoung was saying this to further stimulate you, and you didn’t care. “I’m going to fucking cum down… I’m going to fucking cum down this fucking whore throat of yours.”

“It’s what it’s made for.” Chaeyoung cockily replies. Even after the dick battering she’s receiving, she’s able to maintain her snarkiness. Maybe her throat was made for cock. “C'mon, give it to me. Don’t leave me hanging like earlier. You know you could’ve creampied me? Filled my pussy up with cum? I couldn’t have stopped you. I was so vulnerable and easy to just—” 

Your dick in her throat shuts Chaeyoung up. Grip the back of her head, marveling at her long hair covered in spit and sweat and stickier fluids. Your eyes are taken off that sight when you see how her throat bulges when your cock fills her hole completely. Truly, she’s never looked more in her element than with a shaft fully rammed down her throat. The compromising position makes it so easy for your thrusts to be forceful, uncaring. 

When Chaeyoung tries to say something, all it does is send vibrations on your cock and make it jump even more. So instead, she swirls her tongue all over your length, focusing on your underside to push you over the edge. For how incredible her body is, all she needs in this moment is this one hole.

“Here it comes Chae, I can’t hold it anymore, oh god, fuck!” You roar as you cum down her needy throat. Jets of hot, sticky liquid paint ting the back of her mouth, filling her tummy to the brim. You cum so much that you have to slowly pull out so you don’t just get the floor completely covered in a puddle of semen. Despite that, as you throb, your dizziness subsiding, some of your seed spills out of her lips, down her nose, into her eyes.

“Mhm,” Chaeyoung says, shutting her eyelids and just enjoying the feeling, savoring the taste of cum. “So fucking good.” 

You wipe your softening, wet cock all over her face, getting some of the mess on her hair. Getting the cum out of her eyes, Chaeyoung is able to open them and make eye contact with you again. And once more, she ensures you’re watching as she performs the lewd act of cleaning her surrounding lips with her tongue. You can see the pride in her expression. She didn’t need her hands, or any other part of her body. Just her holes got you to shoot load after load. 

She swallows every bit of your load, and you see the gulp of semen going down her throat. Chaeyoung coughs up a tad, sending cum on your thighs. “Oops.”

You can only shake your head. Chaeyoung is something else. 

“Can you give me that?” She nudges her head towards the cum she spat out. 

“Seriously?” 

Chaeyoung looked dead serious. You clean up the cum she just spat out with your finger and bring it to her lips. 

“Mhmm, thank you! Don’t wanna waste any, do I?” Chaeyoung smirks, licking and teasing your cock. “Seriously though, I can’t explain to you how good I feel now. Thank you for helping me work some stress out.”

“No worries, Chaeyoung. Now let’s get you out of that.”

It takes a few minutes to get the binds undone, expertly undoing each one with practiced ease. You hold her in your arms, setting her down on the cum-soaked mattress. Barely having any energy left, you lay down next to her.

“Well, that was fun.” 

“Did it help with your stress?”

“Immensely. Let’s just lay here a little while longer.” Chaeyoung lifts one leg and snakes it over your hip, turning her body and trailing kisses down your neck. “Give me a chance to digest this load as well.”

“Hmm. Maybe I can fill your tummy from another hole.”

“Oh god. Maybe you can.” While using a free hand to play with your spent dick, Chaeyoung whispers, “I just don’t know if I can keep my hands off this.”

Soon enough, she’s like a bundle of ropes around you. You’re not sure you can untangle her. 

Actually, you’re more sure you don’t want to untangle her.

Like a Trifling Little Thing ft. Jiu

Minji had this pillow that wasn’t very unusual. Normal. Rectangular. Soft. There are certainly more sentimental souvenirs scattered throughout the house. Picture books, pottery projects, paintings you made together.

That she doesn’t use the pillow for sleeping wouldn’t even be that notable for most others; everyone has an aunt who’s gifted them a bland throw pillow, never used except as decoration.

A smidgen of specialness still existed in Minji’s pillow, however, when you consider the number of times she masturbated on it. She made the pillowcase wet with various juices: a stream of drool from her lips whenever she edged herself, a profane clear spray whenever she drank a bit too much water but prioritized her climax first, a lewd cream whenever her womb was feeling warm and tingly. The pillow doesn’t just smell like her the way her sweaters, her sheets, her plushies do; it’s absolutely infused with her carnal scent, and you wouldn’t trade it for any other pillow in this world or the next. You washed it thoroughly (after you smelled it thoroughly), but after enough misapplication, the stains became permanent though subtle.

Sure, you could fuck Minji any number of times in a row but she was like one of those small mammals with the big ears that multiplied like crazy—that is, no amount of dicking down could really satisfy the sex rabbit. So she rubbed her needy pussy on every surface, from pillows to doorknobs and the corners of desks, as well as fucked it with every toy and non-toy. You expected to have to wash the cucumbers regardless. The difference is that none of the phallic objects Minji found or bought amounted to your size and warmth and virile payload.

Everywhere else, Minji was truly the loveliest woman on Earth. One might even mistake her for wholly wholesome, and it’s a fair mistake to make if one were to catch you and Minji out on a sweet picnic date in the park, out shopping for more dog toys for Cherry with a buoyant smile, or out making colorful macarons at a bakery.

On this bed, Minji had her adorable moments of playfulness. But with your hands happily tied behind your back by that ruined pillowcase, your eyes happily blindfolded by her used panties, she doesn’t seem so cute. You’re just like her pillow—a tool to use.

“Baby boy,” Minji says cutesily, “Mommy is going to make your cock extra hard with a show. That way you can last longer for Mommy and keep unloading your seed inside my hungry womb until I’m done. Okay?”

Your reply is “mnphgrblh.” While one pair of panties is around your eyes, the other pair is stuffed in your mouth. That one is fresher; you can tell because a couple moments ago, even though you had your eyes blocked, you could hear the slick noises of Minji’s pussy. Plus, the pristine flavor of her nectar is too obvious. Not as if Minji was trying to hide it. 

There are a couple flaws in her plan. 

First, as Minji was fingerfucking her cunt, her lips were wrapped around your soft dick, and the self-made pleasure turned Minji into her usual drooling disarray; that unending flow of saliva combined with the incipient blissful hum around your erection already solidifies you to a throbbing extent. You’re not certain you can get any harder.

Second, you spit out the panties in your mouth.

“Mommy, I can’t watch you with—”

“Oh, right!” The arrhythmic clicks of a person running in heels when they don’t have that much experience with it. Minji pulls the makeshift blindfold off of you. “I’m sorry, I’m so…”

“No, no, it’s okay.” You want to pat Minji’s head. She’s the mommy in the relationship but sometimes, she can be a bit dim and clumsy—that makes you want to fill her womb even harder. To take care of her. To tell her how good of a mommy she is. Minji is still cute here. But then your words fill Minji’s eyes with a fiery determination and the last layers of sweetness are peeled away. 

Minji goes to her phone and plays Something by Girl’s Day. She’s in the right attire for it too. You’re in your birthday suit—well, it’s her birthday suit now given that you don’t even own yourself, let alone your clothes, for her special day. (In fairness, that’s most days.) Meanwhile, both her black long-sleeve top and her long black skirt hug her body’s luscious form too well. A slit in the skirt shows off one of her svelte legs, then your eyes trail down to her tall heels, maybe three or four inches. So that’s what’s making her waist so shapely. Your jaw drops, your breath stolen. Minji is absolutely ecstatic at your desire for her, but again, she refocuses as the music starts, sitting on the floor.

Snap. Snap. Snap.

Then, when the song goes “Drop it”, Minji does just that. She’s on her hands and knees, bending her back into a familiar arch. That’s usually how her body writhes in the middle of a doggystyle orgasm—you have the many climaxes of Minji cataloged in your mind from all the times your cock has made her cum. None of the moves of the song stray you away from the dirtiest memories you’ve made with her. Every sway of her hips side to side, each downward bend tracing the length of her leg with her finger, that iconic bounce in the chorus, they all remind you of the diverse intimate activities you’ve done with Minji.

Minji’s wrung your cum out of your cock with her hands in a movie theater; she’s drained your balls with her lips in a back alley; she’s clenched your shaft with her cunt at a beach. Now that you think back on it, was there any public place you haven’t defiled? There was that bar, the airport, your car, a café—hell, she gave her own parents an innocent smile on Christmas day as if you didn’t just anally creampie her a few minutes ago in their bathroom. She has fucked you in every position her fit and flexible body could manage, used you in every room of your house, yet inexplicably, a simple seductive dance is all it takes to do exactly as Minji foretold. Your best hypothesis is that this performance is distilling all those memories into a mouth-watering event.

Even if you can’t measure it, what feels like a lack of blood flowing in your brain must be going to your erection—with a swing of your dick, you could cut a skyscraper’s steel beams. Your whole body is wound tight. Your head is spinning.

Near the end of the song, as Minji does the chorus choreography one final time, she trips over herself. You get up from the bed immediately, but Minji shakes her head and waves.

“No, no, stay there.” After Minji catches her breath, she’s pouting. “I’m sorry, baby boy. Mommy’s not used to heels.”

You try your best to let go of the tension in your muscles. “It’s okay. You look so sexy anyway, Mommy. You’re always right. That got me so hard.”

She stands up, but her heels snag on the floor yet again, making Minji wobble as she rises.

“Do you need help balancing, Mommy? I could give you somewhere to sit if you’d like.”

Sometimes, you can’t tell when Minji is faux mad or mad mad; the same growl that comes out of her mouth either way. “You’re always trying to get Mommy hot and bothered. It’s supposed to be the other way around!”

You gulp.

This is all part of the choreography. Not the dance, but the overall choreography of sex. The foreplay, the tension. You have to make mistakes. 

How else would Minji punish you?

That doesn’t stop you from gulping.

Minji pushes you onto the mattress, making you feel fully trapped with your hands behind your back. She takes off her skirt, still keeping on the long-sleeved top.

“You want to get Mommy all wet and needy to cum? Fine then.” Minji starts by straddling on your lap, but she drags her ass up your torso. She weighs down on your chest, knocking a puff of air out of you. “Make me cum with that pesky mouth.”

Your gasping naturally leaves your lips wide open, your tongue out to receive the oxygen it needs.

Minji deems that perfect. She doesn’t need to say it; you can see the mischief on her face. As if you didn’t expect Minji to wrap her thighs around your head and nudge her pussy against your face. Regardless, despite the exhaustion in your breaths, you keep your welcome mouth open and push your tongue against her slick slit as she begins to ride you.

“Mmph! Mmm! Mm!” You’re not a singer, but you know Minji adores the hummed notes against her core. You’re not a dancer, but your tongue’s moves in Minji’s pussy are certainly up to par with her own deftness. While she grinds her crotch into your face, you work your mouth like a vacuum cleaner, sucking up every bit of juice. Her thighs rub against your cheek while her breasts jiggle under the black top. 

“Mommy doesn’t care if you can’t breathe. You don’t need to breathe anyway. I know you. You just need to slurp up all of Mommy’s yummy juices.”

Minji’s hands wander from tugging at your hair to groping the muscles in your arms before curiosity gets the better of her: She grasps your cock tight with one hand. With how her digits knead and massage your cock, it’s inevitable that she twists her torso and looks back. Her legs follow in rotation until your only sight is the full extent of the roundness of her ass. If you’re deprived of the impeccable sight of Minji’s face heated with lust, you can find solace in the supple flesh suffocating you.

The manual clasp of your cock never ceases; in fact, now you feel both of her hands stroking, one on the top half of your shaft focused on your cockhead, and one on the bottom half rolling around. If only you can watch her elegant fingers performing their magic, but again, you’ll settle for the blissful sensations. 

When you feel Minji shifting around once again, you’re not entirely sure exactly what she’s doing—apart from riding your face and drowning you in nectar—but then the ambiguity diminishes as her familiar hot breath bounces off your dick. To confirm that she’s leaning down in a sixty-nine position, she lifts her ass for a moment, giving you a show of her pouty lips an inch from your cock.

“Fuuck, your cock is twitching like crazy. No, no, I have to, I need to, just, just lemme taste your pre-cum again.”

Not that Minji needed or ever cared about your response. She was going to take a greedy lick of the slight flow of pearly beads from your tip no matter what.

“Should I give it another lick? Ahh.” Minji’s tongue knows you far too well. That she knows the perfect spot, the perfect swiping motion, drives you mad. That she only does it once before she rolls over giggling turns your brain into coarse mush.

You can only stare at her catatonically as Minji bites her fingers.

“Aww, baby. Am I messing with you too much?” Minji sticks out her lower lip in mockery. “How sad.”

Minji sits up and returns to her spot on your thighs. Your house is only a second home for Minji; your lap is her true home with how often she’s on it. However, instead of her usual frantic aligning of your cock toward her cunt, she patiently grinds her pussy lips against your thigh and your shaft. You can’t believe it. When Minji’s hole is this creamy, when she’s worked herself up this much, your dick is inside of her before you can blink and it isn’t outside of her until you’re both asleep. Yet here she is, one deliberate roll of her hips up, dragging herself a glistening trail along your length, then back down.

The particulars of how Minji stimulates you don’t worry you too much. Even without your hands bound, you’re bound anyway by her blazing gaze. While you’re near motionless save for the shuddering sighs, Minji reaches behind herself, and you feel that experimental hand seeking your ballsack underneath. She rolls your balls between your fingers, taps on them, lets her fingernails rake against the skin.

“Ngh. So heavy, so tense, so full,” Minji says. “I can just imagine them twitching around in my mouth while my tongue swirls around the bottom of your beautiful cock.”

By their very nature, your testicles are sensitive, so you can’t help but moan at her grip, just a touch rougher than you can handle.

“Mhm, I feel that. The sack is pulled tight, all that sperm backed up in there. Just begging to shoot out. Begging. Beg. Beg for me.”

“Mommy, please. I need to cum, I need to cum so bad, please Mommy, your pussy lips feel so good on my cock, your hands so good on my balls. Mommy, you’re so perfect and so good at milking all my load, I need it so bad, I’m just a needy little boy for Mommy, please!”

And the choreography continues in words. No practice needed when Minji pulls the raw truth out of you with her constricting warmth, brain optional for the automatic response. As desperate as your voice can get, it can’t possibly be as desperate as your body, every part of you imploring to let you climax. You’re trembling. Opening your eyes is an impossible burden. Your dick is spasming. 

Minji scoots up to your stomach, knocking some wind out of you, from her weight and from the sudden revocation of her touch. 

“Ha. Too bad,” Minji says. The only consolation you get is the coarse sensation of her fingernails scraping from your tense chest to the edge of your jaw, and you want to say something, anything because you just need her touch and you’re so sorry but you need to—slap!

You’re cumming and while you know exactly when that started to happen, you’re not sure when (or if) that’ll ever end. All over her asscheeks and her back, you spurt pathetically. Despite the lack of any actual physical stimulation, your fresh load keeps shooting, your cock throbbing on its own.

Scooting back down to your thighs, she cleans up the seed from your crotch, from her sticky back with her hands.

Minji’s hearty laugh unnerves you, especially when it becomes a frown.

“Tsk. Wasting this precious semen when it could’ve been going in my womb. Just because you creamed my pussy yesterday doesn’t mean you get a break, mister.”

Minji licks up all the semen from her hands, looking more like a little pet than your mommy.

“You always give me the biggest loads when you know your delicious cum is going straight into my cervix. Maybe you can turn my torso into a canvas, or maybe you can feed me enough yummy seed to quench my thirst for a week, but none of that is ever going to compare to a beautiful creampie.”

Already, her words retrieve some hardness from your cock again. Minji does the cutest little clap when she notices.

“Are you sensitive, baby boy? Should we just stop this and go to sleep?”

You don’t hesitate. “No, Mommy. I want to feel your soaking wet pussy embrace my dick.”

“Really?” Minji strokes your cheek.

Nod.

“Okay. If you say. Mommy will be really careful with your cock,” she says but she can’t even hold back the dumb smile on her face in the middle of her sentence.

You’re about to be ruined.

Perfect.

“I saw this position that I had to try out.” Minji turns around. You wish you could knead her buttcheeks, but your hands are yet restricted behind your back. You could even do nothing but stare at her ass all day long; however, Minji springs into action, pulling your right knee up to bend your leg. “See, I really like grinding on your thigh. B-but, I neeeed your cock inside of me too, and I saw this position and it was just perfect!”

“Is there anything I have to do, Mommy?”

“Just stay right there and let Mommy do the work.” 

Minji straddles your raised leg with a thigh on either side. Again, she’s grinding against your thigh, but this time, your cockhead threatens to penetrate her. She’s holding onto your knee for support as she starts to rock up and down, pressing her vulva against your upper thigh. With each up and down, she dips lower and lower, swathing more and more of your cock inside of her. You’re not even fully hard yet. Just the tip alone is enough to make you reel, but then she drops. Half your length disappearing becomes most of your length gone—and then her ass is planted on your crotch while she’s glossing your thigh shiny with her juices.

“Oh, yes!” Minji exclaims.

You want to express your own contentment—the plush grip of Minji’s pussy will do that—but her other hand, which was on your chest for leverage, moves to your mouth to cover it. Your body protests instinctually, your tongue lashing out, but you take a quiet breath through your nose before holding it in—that’s just what Mommy would want. In addition, it’s this lack of air that instantly brings your erection to rock solidity inside Minji again.

“You came first before Mommy? Bad boy.” Minji pulls her hand away from your mouth, and you’re almost forlorn that you can breathe instead of asphyxiating for her. Fortune has it that her hand is idle, not that you ever doubted. A strike to your left cheek opens your half-lidded eyes.

“Mommy, sorry. Sorry, Mommy.”

“See? You’re the one who should be the silly whore here. Dumb slut. It fits you so well, baby boy. Just like how my pussy fits your cock so well.” She’s still thinking about one little trip?

“I, ah, I-I never called you that and I was just making sure you were okay, Mommy, and you’re not, you’re not, you’re—”

No slaps, no scratching, no choking. She growls, and you’re silenced. More than silenced. You’re in a state of limbo, a low ambient high brought about by Minji’s thick thighs squeezing your helpless dick inside her warm folds, by her ass bouncing down into your waist which coaxes virtually empty grunts, all while you feel sore from your orgasm just moments ago. Sometimes, her ride on your cock isn’t so reckless, though that’s only because she’s dragging her pussy against your upraised thigh.

“Or maybe you are gonna fuck Mommy brainless, aren’t you? This cock is gonna turn Mommy into a bumbling slut like you.” She giggles.

You’re never sure how to fathom Minji’s bedroom personality. But you’ve learned by now that the uncertainty was principal to your steadfast love of the woman in all aspects. One moment, you’d be thrown around with a definite momentum as if you didn’t tower over her in stature; the next, you’d pin her down in some compromising fixed position while she begs for your cock to go deeper. The more energy that Minji would exhaust, the closer the session would tend toward the latter. But right now, you’re both flagging. You want to respond to her, anything other than the pathetic whimpers, to ask her for a moment of respite.

When you don’t know what to say… “I love you, Mommy.”

After Minji shudders, her grin grows. Her smile that turns her eyes to precious crescents is jarring, admittedly even crazy considering she’s being drilled by dick, but the ecstasy must be getting straight to her brain. Still, you can’t get used to the unusual juxtaposition of wholesome felicity painted on her face against her ass rippling, her tits bouncing, her pussy leaking thoroughly around your cock. 

Minji turns around into cowgirl, the twisting sensation impossibly pleasurable for your shaft, wet and soft insides shrouding you with perfection. She leans down to suck at your neck, and your head whips back into the mattress. With a touch of pressure from her teeth, she leaves sharper marks in addition to the bruises on your sensitive skin.

Despite all the times you’ve fucked Minji, you’ve learned there’s no such thing as the right rhythm. Not that she’s altogether arrhythmic, but she’ll ride faster than her heart can beat for a minute, then slowly shake her hips and snuggle your cock the next minute. Even on a good day, she can be fickle with the amount of force, the speed, or the exact position of her limbs. Her complete control of riding you cowgirl becomes a fifty-fifty split: half the time, Minji is doing her usual unbridled jackhammering down into your cock, though the other half of the time when she needs some air, you gain some upward momentum. As it turns out, this is one of those days where the only material priority for Minji is getting dicked so hard that her own name is a distant memory.

Your memory is fading too. All but Mommy in your mind is masked.

“Sss, so gh—ahh, good.” You can barely breathe the words out, even if she isn’t blocking your mouth anymore. “F-fffuuck. Good, good, so, god, damn, good.”

Every word of praise makes Mommy—Minji—clamp around your cock harder. Her mouth lets go of your neck, and she looks up at you with beady eyes while her ass slams down into your crotch. “Is Mommy good enough to breed?”

“Yes. Mommy, you’re perfect, every part of you. The way you fuck me and use me like I’m your toy, I want to fill your womb so badly.”

“Every part of me?”

“Of course, Mommy.” You’re resolute. Easy. It’s just pure honesty.

“Tell me, baby boy, tell me exactly what you mean.” One hand grabs your neck like fragile porcelain, as if Minji doesn’t hold fast, you’ll shatter. The other is handy at your red cheek, already marked by her many slaps.

You don’t need the threat of the slap to continue; no, quite the opposite, your words are animated by her fingers tightening around your throat.

“Your body’s so perfect. I could drool over you, worship your tits, your ass, your waist, your muscles, your abs. Your pussy especially is the tightest, wettest, prettiest thing. I love you so much Mommy. Treat me like your fuck doll, like your dildo, I don’t care. I don’t need anything else. I don’t need my hands, I don’t need porn. And above all that, you’re the sweetest—” 

Another strike.

“Ow! Fwgh, mmm, M-Mommy, please… you’re too rough, hhngh. More.”

Minji keeps slapping you, her nails dragging along your face. Each slap is accompanied by a couple downwards thrusts of her butt, enveloping your cock in slickness as she rides you. “Tell me I’m good! That I’m the best Mommy!”

“You are… you’re the best Mommy… the best, please.”

“Mhmm, that’s my good boy. I love you so much.”

More scratches on your body as Minji’s fingers lower to your chest. You could watch the action of her hands all day or even masturbate just to the sight of her hands, remembering every passionate (and impassioned) handjob she’s given you. Sometimes, you wish she’d just get this over with, your cock tender in its replete stiffness, and you wouldn’t mind if Minji would just give you that perfect stimulation with her hands—maybe you would blast all over her face. (She’d love that; she’d love to just walk outside proudly with her badge of honor for all to see.) Your muscles are fatigued too. You’re more limp body than man. 

Minji is fucking you so hard that you’re being shoved around the mattress. You could easily free yourself—the knot binding your wrists isn’t that tight—but then you’d be missing the point. True freedom is the absolute lack of control afforded by Minji’s severity. She’s not just grinding against your crotch anymore; she’s pushing you around, shoving sheets and pillows to the floor. You note one particularly stained pillow falling; your cock is coated the same way.

Precariously near the edge of the bed, your head follows. 

She removes your restraint, and you want to grab her waist, hold her hands, feel her tits—anything to touch your woman again—but Minji swats your hand away while nudging forward and forward with each thrust into your cock.

Your head dangles off the bed, and again, you bring your hands to hold onto her hips, onto her ass, even onto the sheets—Minji swats them away again. 

So this is by design.

With another push, you half fall off, your back bending against the edge of the mattress. You realize why you need your hands now: to stop your head from hitting the floor. You feel silly, emasculated, with your legs flat on the bed, your ass on the edge, while you’re holding yourself up trying to look at Minji. 

“Wh-what?” Though you have some vague idea of what’s happening, you can’t stop your flabbergastation.

“See, look! This is actually another position I saw! Seriously.” Upon a more serious inspection of your compromising position, Minji giggles.

Her feet are at her sides while her arms are behind her, pushing her breasts out. Her crotch is held just so your tip is kissed by her labia. It’s almost her usual cowgirl ride if you weren’t struggling with your head and shoulders floor-bound.

“Doesn’t this feel good?“ Minji asks. "All the blood rushing to your head?”

The strain on your neck and your back is nothing compared to the spinning heights of pleasure, but you don’t answer her, catching a breath.

“Please tell me you’re okay.” Minji sounds worried for a second. 

“I am. I’m more than okay, Mommy. This feels really good.”

“Really?”

“Mmm, mhm.” Admittedly, you sound as okay as you feel. Whatever. Flip it 180 degrees and you’re looking at an average day of gaming anyway.

"Okay.” Minji nods, directed more to herself in reassurance than to you. “Okay. Okay, okay, ohh, kay, ohh, kht, ohh, fuck.”

And she’s back to her bouncing, whatever irreverent rhythm that may hold.

You’re looking at the ceiling, dark and bright or the lights are funny or the two lights-receivers in your head are funnier, and even funnier still is that you’ve been fucking Minji since the sundown or maybe the sun’s coming up or that’s the comedy playing with you again but in any of those cases the creamy and velvety sensations of her folds clinging on your cock are magnified tenfold to fold you into folding.

You’re not okay, or at least at one hundred percent, and that’s the best part.

“Are you gonna be a good boy and give me your thick load? Yeah? Are you gonna make a mess inside Mommy’s pussy?” Minji’s voice is a soft rasp through the heavy moans.

Somehow, despite the lightheadedness, a flash of inspiration hits you. “Of course, I would never waste my cum on anything except for Mommy. I’m all yours because you’re so gorgeous and sweet and wild and adorable. You deserve the stars, this world and the world’s over. I love you, Mommy. Use me.”

At your genuine tone, she clenches harder—too easy. “Mmm fuck, good boy. H-how are you so good too? I’m gonna have to fuck the goodness out of you!”

Minji’s eyes roll back; she doesn’t even know what she’s saying, but she’s saying it with such cute, gleeful confidence. 

You guess that being dicked down (up?) silly will do that. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck everything out of me, Mommy.” To ram your dick up into Minji, you have to lock your waist, getting no actual leverage from the floor. Therefore, your request is more of an inevitability. Everything will be fucked out of you. Every drop of semen from your balls—that much is obvious—but so too does your mind fly away on command.

“Everything. Everything. Ggh, god, yes. You, you know, that cum would spray my whole body if it weren’t inside me. It’d make Mommy all sticky and messy. Not this time. All the way down your cock, all, all the way until all your seed’s drained. Nowhere, ffh, there’s nowhere for your cum to go but my womb.”

The motion of Minji’s waist is a dance you can’t keep up with, and the position makes your muscles burn, nearly cramp. Her bouncing is getting shallower yet deeper simultaneously: her pussy lips refuse to lift further than an inch off the root of your length, giving you fast yet steadfast grinding.

“You’re so deep in me,” Minji says, the pained expression on her face concerning you—but there’s nothing you can do to stop her, “fucking hitting me because your cock is so perfect for Mommy’s hole, fuck, fuck. Your tip’s kissing my cervix, fh, ahh, ow. That’s where it belongs though. Snug against me, getting your good boy cum all for me, all for me, it’s all mine, all mine.”

Hot, wet, soft, all-engulfing, ever-milking. With all those pleasurable sensations, you realize the blindfold and restraints were optional, more for Minji’s enjoyment than yours, because you’re trapped in her cunt regardless of the makeshift implements. Like the sparks in a dark and massive cloud ready to jump out, you feel a deep tingle in your balls.

“Drain your cum into Mommy’s ovaries, plant your seed, flood me until I’m fucking coated. Don’t, kh, hold, kh, back.”

Given her appetite—see her eyes, never losing their singular focus on you—you’re not surprised that she can maintain her lewd language for this long. Meanwhile, you can only grunt out primal noises, though they sound weakened, more akin to near-defeated prey.

“Cum for Mommy, cum hard for Mommy, give me everything. I love you so much.”

And thus, defeat. You’ve never been dizzier. Your whole body is throbbing and your head is throbbing and your head is throbbing too, and that throbbing becomes a full-bodied high in which your blood doesn’t know where to go, but your cum only has one place to be and it needs to get there fast because your balls are too full. The eruption is geologic, incomparable even though you have countless other Minji-induced—Minji-impelled—orgasms to compare.

Since she’s milking➠

every⥬

drop⹃

out┈

till it⤐

shuts╍

lights⤎

It’s supposed to be this one— 

You’re coming back.

You’re back.

Almost.

She’s still going—still—

Not still. Not still. Not—Up, down.

Ah. There it is.

What happened?

Your mind is catching up with the present where you understand more and more that the abrupt severance of your thoughts is caused by Minji slamming into your spent cock somehow still erect, still spurting into her womb. That must surely ache for her as it does for you if her claims about her physiology are anything to be—ah, who the fuck cares; her pussy is home for your pulsating shaft no matter how she moves it.

You’re left as a slumped husk of a man, feebly moaning. Your jelly legs sag to join what remains of you on the floor, and your breathing is fitful.

“Nhh, baaaby.” Minji plays with her clit in paradise while the other hand rubs her sweaty tummy in adoration of the load. Her labia is all creamy, but she does not let an ounce escape her. “Thick and warm and sloshing in my womb.”

After Minji deems herself satisfied, she crawls down next to you on the floor and cuddles. 

“Uh. Noona.”

Her head fits perfectly in the crook of your neck, her lips greedy for touch. “Hm?”

“So. Uh. The bed? Instead?” Each breath of yours is a labored ordeal. Lights flicker.

“Oh.”

Whether or not you got to the bed without passing out remains a question unanswered.

Then again, a pillow, no matter its specialness, isn’t exactly a breathing thing.

You’re more…

So indeed, the lights go out.

The Wrong Person ft. Heejin

Co-written with @kaedewrites

words ✦ 11231

genres ✧ cheating; road head; Daddy kink; doggystyle into pronebone; breeding (of course); shower facefuck; just a stranger!Heejin

Thanks to @v1ntrix and @ggidolsmuts for the feedback as usual!

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Wipe the glass. It’s already clean. Wipe it again. It’s still clean. You’re staring at the woman walking toward you. You’d say your gaze is intense, but her allure is more so. You’d say she’s walking toward the bar to which you’re tending, but her eyes connect with yours for a split second—the target is you. You’d say something.

But you can’t.

She looks away. Again, you can’t.

Why can’t your eyes find the strength? Is she really that fascinating? Chalk up your small fixation to the phenomenon of the recurring stranger. Everyone has one or two or a few in their life. It’s more than déjà vu. Mutual. Coincidental. Should be inconsequential. You’ve seen her over and over, enough that stranger becomes a misnomer in a manner. Somewhere. Somewhere. Even if your glance is innocent, guilt sets in—after all, the woman isn’t your girlfriend Hyunjin. The woman is the wrong person.

“Hey.” Her greeting cuts through the bassy music well enough, even if her voice has similarly low frequencies that should clash. She sits on the stool in front of you. 

Though the headcount is lower than usual, the clubbers on the dance floor are as soulless as usual and the DJ plays the music just as loud. You should invest in earplugs. You see all kinds as a bartender at a club. Everything from women in stuffy suit jackets to guys who definitely should have been kicked out for not wearing a shirt. But something about her casual outfit—the loose plaid blouse, the tube top, the denim shorts—throws you off more than most.

Still staring. It’s dark, yet your eyes keep snagging on the defined lines of her abs. Even when you peel away from her middle, you’re raising to the subtlest cleavage, then lowering to her equally toned, meaty thighs. Earplugs won’t help here. Do your job.

She waves, giggling to herself. “Hello? I’m Heejin.”

“Oh. You’re not ordering?” You set the glass aside. “Oh. You’re… uh.”

“Heejin, yes. And I am ordering. I’ll have a strawberry daiquiri.”

“Of course.” As you rummage for the rum, you say, “I was going to say, I know you from somewhere.”

“Ooh, really? Where do you think?” Cutely, Heejin holds her head in her hands and tilts her head.

You retrieve strawberries and citrus soda from the fridge, then mix them with ice in a blender; its whirring is annoying. After grabbing some scrap paper and a pen, you write down the word “earplugs” with a big underline.

“So I should know,” you say. “Dammit.”

“Yeah, you should.” Heejin harrumphs, her arms crossed.

The more she throws you off, the more you have trouble finding the words. However you knew Heejin, it seems to be trouble, or at least some sort of alarm is going off in the back of your head. You should finish making her drink, deal with a couple more customers, so you can finally go home to—oh, right, Hyunjin. She’s away, back at her hometown for the week. You wouldn’t consider yourself a clingy boyfriend, but the expectation of coming home to Hyunjin has just been so entrenched in your mind ever since she moved in with you. 

“Hey.” Heejin waves in front of your face. “Are you okay?”

“Huh?” You realize you’ve just been frozen in thought, rum bottle in hand.

“Seems like you have something going on.” Her voice lulls you into a false sense of security. Or maybe it is genuine and you’re thinking far too much about a small interaction. You thought you had these nuances ironed out having worked at this bar for long enough.

“No, no. It’s just that work is almost done and my girl—Ah! Right, I remember! You go to the same gym class as Hyunjin!”

Heejin has a weak smile on her face. “That’s all? She doesn’t talk about me? Well, for your information, we hang out too.”

“Yes, yes, of course. You’re her friend. Sorry, just slipped my mind.”

“Tsk. Meanie.”

You can’t follow Heejin. One moment, she acts cool, then the next, she plays like she’s as cute as a button. Again, a weird, subconscious alarm goes off. It’s her body language, how she’s leaning over and inching closer to you. 

“Can you help me out? You seem like you’re good with girls,” Heejin says with an undecipherable low tone. Her stare is not directed at you but inside of you. Your initial reaction is to draw the line right in the middle of this countertop—you’re too slow, so she continues, “Your girlfriend won’t stop talking about how good you are to her. S-so I just thought maybe you could give me a hand.”

Think about it deeper. What’s wrong with talking to Heejin? She’s just a friend of a friend, maybe a tad tipsy, maybe a bit bizarre. You’re doing your unwritten job description as a bartender by entertaining the woes of your customer.

“Uhh. Um, like… No, I’m not. Not good with girls. Really.” You’re coming out of the gates swinging with your sage wisdom. Good job. Pour out the strawberry daiquiri and garnish it with a lime. Why are you stumbling? This is the easiest drink to make. “I just got lucky.”

Heejin takes the glass, brushing your fingers. That was purposeful. But you notice more the lightest scrape of her long nails against the back of your digits, and that shouldn’t raise the hairs on your arms to their ends.

It does.

“Oh. Lucky?” Heejin takes a sip. 

Though a bar counter separates the two of you, her charismatic pull removes any perception of space. People on the dance floor are grinding into each other, and it feels like there’s more distance. Okay, so Heejin is flirting. Now that you recognize the dangerous situation, you can disengage, back up, not get sucked into her gravity. All you have to do is—

Heejin takes your frozen hand. Once again, her touch is soft, near imperceptible: her thumb just rubs a small circle on your palm. The heat from her hand turns you into ice.

“Do you want to get luckier?” she whispers.

You hear it. Loud and clear. The club’s blaring music can’t challenge a single decibel.

Heejin backs away, sensing your discomfort. She sits straight, and with the pout on her lips, it’s like she’s a whole different person again. “See, I’ve been having trouble with guys.”

You shake your head. “I-I can’t help you.”

“Sure you can. You’re a bartender.”

Just leave. Lose out on the tip. Who cares? Hyunjin finds out you were cold to one of her friends. Better yet, tell her the truth. Say you were a good boyfriend and rejected Heejin’s advances. You don’t want to ruin one of Hyunjin’s friendships, though. Or maybe you should ruin this friendship—Heejin is bad news.

However, your feet are planted. More than anything else, when a customer asks for advice, you help them out. You’ve dealt with much worse such as rowdier and more violent drunks before. Heejin could be messing with you; she seems the playful type. She could just be touchy. Your life is filled with misunderstandings leading to problems—for example, you could’ve asked out Hyunjin months earlier but didn’t because you heard she wasn’t ready to commit (turns out that was about work)—so it’s best to assume people’s sincerity.

Heejin raises her brows, her eyes wide in anticipation. Seems that she really needs the help.

You relax your shoulders. “Okay. Fine. What sort of boy problems are you having?”

“Geez, you really like to stiffen up when you stare at me.” Heejin laughs to herself, maybe more of a soft exhalation out her nose.

“Uh.”

“It just seems like every guy I meet wants to fuck me. It doesn’t even matter what I wear. But I guess I can’t blame guys for staring at my abs or my thighs”—Heejin grins when she catches you doing just that—”when I try to wear something casual like this.”

“I’m sorry, I’m—”

Heejin plows on through with her point; you can’t seem to get a word in edgewise. “I want someone committed, you know? Someone with real experience in a relationship. It’s so fucking sexy when a guy is just so devoted to a girl.”

“Don’t do this.”

“Do what? You’re all jittery even though we’re just talking.” Once more, you didn’t notice until she pointed it out, which is more of an indictment of your overwhelmed thoughts considering how carefully Heejin is speaking. She sighs plaintively. “But I heard Hyunjin was going to miss this week’s gym class. Why didn’t you go?”

You don’t have to tell her. You tell her. “She… she said she wanted some alone time.”

“Alone time? Ha!” This is Heejin’s biggest smile, a blinding light in the dark club. Her fingers rap against the countertop. “I’m lying about the commitment part to be honest. But… maybe I’m not the only one lying about commitment.”

You want to hyperventilate. The sheer thought of Hyunjin hours away with another man makes you want to throw up.

Heejin has the most pitying look on her face. “Aww. It’s okay. See, I can at least be honest about myself. I said I lied, right? I did. I don’t want a committed guy. Well, I do, but not just any guy. I want the kind of guy who would give me presents every day. The kind of guy who would show off his relationship on Insta even if she doesn’t really like to post couple pictures.”

Any sort of survival instinct you had has been burned off by possibility, by innuendo, by thoughts of adultery that should be so far from a man standing and a woman sitting across from him, but you can’t ignore the truth of the present tension.

Heejin downs her pink icy drink. “The kind of guy who gets nervous at the mere thought of other girls is so hot. I’d let him do so much to me. I would suck his dick whenever we drive home from dates. I’d let him fuck my face, then pound me until I become part of the bed. I’d warm his cock while we cuddle. All that just because he’s such a nice guy. Isn’t that funny?”

You lick your lips. Everything you do is a mistake. It’s not that funny—you can’t even retort out loud anymore.

“Do you know any guys like that?”

At your silence, your stillness, Heejin stands up. Bending over the bar, she grabs you by the collar of your dress shirt. There’s so much strength in her grip—not even physical, but her mental hold on you. This whole time, you’ve been looking away from her eyes, and that only leads down her legs. Of course, Hyunjin’s thighs are just as rippling. So why are you comparing now? Is the grass greener? Keep asking questions. That’s what makes you you. That fundamental shakiness in your core that you forgot about stops you from stopping Heejin—your heart joins the stopping train as her eager mouth presses into yours, catching a bit of drool. Violets are a symbol of love and honesty; Heejin smells like them. Do Venus flytraps smell like this too?

“Mmm,” Heejin moans into your mouth. A simple kiss feels far too good. It feels far too good to taste the drink you made her. As if you made your own sugar-tinged death.

Stop her. 

Push her off of you. 

Do it. You have to. 

You have to not fall into the soft, slick embrace of her lips now mixed with the slithering temptation of her tongue. 

You can’t.

Hypocrite. What are you thinking?

Heejin wraps her arms around your neck.

Other bargoers are cheering. Luckily, this isn’t the kind of place to have regulars since new people rotate in and out all the time, but you’re hoping that none of your coworkers are watching too. You never shut up about Hyunjin. 

Your priorities are wrong.

“Do my lips taste good, Oppa?” Heejin says in the cutesiest voice.

“Yeah.” The honesty slips past a ragged breath. Heejin’s lips are like candy and they’re luscious and they will be your perilous new addiction because you’re falling right back into her mouth without a second thought.

When Heejin lets go, a flimsy saliva thread drips. “She doesn’t let you cum inside her, does she?”

You nod dumbly.

Heejin brushes through your hair one last time, then gives a small tug on the strands before she releases. “Let’s go then. I can do at least one thing she can’t.”

When you leave your spot to get your keys from the staff storage, the same bargoers that cheered you on are now booing.

As you collect your personal effects in a rush, your coworker Jaehyo joins you in the small room. You wave weakly at him. “Perfect. Man the bar for me.”

“Oh, thank god. I thought you weren’t ditching early this week. Honestly, you should just give me your job at this point since you’re always—Hey! Why are you sprinting so…”

Heejin is taking selfies in the parking lot. As you point out your black sedan, she gives you a pretty smile.

Your head is spinning when you get in your car. You’re the one who’s been serving drinks tonight, yet it feels like you shouldn’t be driving. Your body is moving on autopilot, commanded by Heejin’s every word.

“Drive.”

Drive.

Seatbelts click. Engines roar. You thought you were done with loud music, but you turn your stereo up to drown your thoughts which have been led so astray today that you’d rather they just sink to the ocean floor; their weak bones can rot in the water, fine. The song’s lyrics might as well be gibberish in your ears. Your overwhelming car speakers might as well be a piddly Bluetooth toy. You put the whole weight of your being into driving. 

At these speeds, you shouldn’t look at your phone screen, but the notification in the corner of your eye draws your attention—Jaehyo. 

“Hey,” Heejin says, twisting the volume knob, “he says there’s a bunch of tabs that haven’t been closed and he doesn’t know who bought which drinks.”

“Text him back for me.”

“Of course.” She grabs the phone from the mount. “Uh, PIN?”

“Eleven fifteen.”

Heejin scoffs. “I could’ve guessed that.”

“Tell him I’ll pay for all the drinks.”

“Wooow, Mister Big Shot over here.” Heejin types away. “Alright. Sent. Wait a minute, does that include mine?”

“Hmm. I don’t know. You still have to pay me back.” You realize how flirty this comes across when you shouldn’t be flirting with the idea of flirting.

“Wow. You’re a liar. You look so conflicted and anxious like you’re fighting demons. Yet here you are, saying pickup lines like a porn star. I know how you can pay this rent,” Heejin says in a purposefully low and exaggerated voice. Her similarly deep giggle disarms you by making you laugh. Then you’re quieted by Heejin once more. “What do you really want? I think I know. You want me to fuck my face on your cock in this car, bring my lips to the bottom of your dick, hit the back of my throat with a sticky load.”

You manage to temper your erection during Heejin’s advances, though that’s not so easy when her lips are next to your ear, whispering breathy, sweltering nothings.

She fondles your crotch over your pants, and you’re doing everything to hold back—everything short of turning the car around, dropping Heejin off in the middle of the road. You should do that. You should really do that. 

Your foot is made of lead.

Heejin unzips your pants, fishes your soft dick out. Her eyes widen.

“It’s that long? Even when it’s not hard? I am mad at Hyunjin. You know that? Wasting such a beautiful cock.” The bassier notes in her voice tingle from your ear straight to the inside of your brain.

“Don’t talk about her.”

“Oh, okay. I have one way of keeping quiet.” Heejin takes off her seatbelt—you’re in no place to teach her safety. She leans over the center console and places her striking visage a hair’s breadth from your flaccid shaft. The light grip of hands weighs on your thighs like anchors, digging, tickling. You want to laugh.

Heejin has an unwavering resolve to keep her eye contact despite having to twist her neck to look at you. She runs her spit-wet mouth up and down along the underside of your shaft, puckering and kissing. Still twisted sideways to face you, a hand gripping the base, Heejin pops your cockhead in and out of her lips; each pop leads to a small bead of pre-cum happily slurped up by Heejin.

“Do you like it when I play with your cock like this? Or should it be my throat milking your cock instead? Mwah. This is for… proper payment.” 

“You don’t have to keep talking.”

“Good point. I should just be your oral fuck hole, right?”

“That’s not what I—”

Heejin swallows your length in two motions: halfway down, your dick hits the back of her mouth, causing a gag and pause and a glob of saliva to spill, and then she breaks a barrier, your erection gliding in so easily.

Soon, you’re freed from the beautiful confines of her throat, though your sensitive tip is still nurtured by her lips. 

“Ghah, I thingh…” Heejin mumbles, “klh, you meant like thih. See? Gooh, blph, good fuck toy. Nhm.”

Heejin puts her hands behind her back. Now the only thing keeping her lips from kissing your crotch is your cock, and why would she let that get in her way? With much less control, subject to the whims of the car’s shakiness, she has to choke herself down your length. When Heejin goes up, thick spit strands fall from her giggly mouth. 

Control is slipping away from you too; in particular, it is wrested away by the choking grip of Heejin’s throat around the tip of your dick. A dangerous game, considering you’re in the driver’s seat. Truthfully, it’s a miracle you even made it this far without crashing, and luckily, you’re not too far from your destination—you’re not that far from home either. Four-lane wide roads become narrow streets leading to your neighborhood. There is no real race happening since Heejin can’t even see much past the tears in her eyes as she bounces her gorgeous face up and down, ruining her gentle makeup. However, it certainly resembles a race. The ending is obvious. The LED of the dashboard, streetlamps, headlights far behind and ahead of you. All pales next to the blissful light of…

To the blissful light of…

To the bliss…

An audible smooch as Heejin releases. “Now, now, not yet, Oppa. Didn’t I promise you something earlier?”

“You, you, f-fucking—”

“Well, we’re at your place now, silly. No matter how much I wanna taste this cum, I’m not gonna do it here in this parking lot.”

Oh, but you’re okay with your head bobbing up and down for other drivers to see? That’s what you would say. Instead, you’re silent. How is your car in your driveway in one piece? You certainly aren’t.

Heejin wipes her mouth with her forearm. “You almost hit a light pole! You’re lucky I was holding the wheel.”

You don’t even look at Heejin as you get out of the car. At the club, you couldn’t take your eyes off of her. This infinite doubt is your downfall. You worked so hard to fix this worst trait of yours.

That was with a different woman.

Years of memories in this house. The front yard where Heejin’s lips flatten against yours is the same place you and Hyunjin had picnics, fed birds, planted new flowers—these get trampled as the two of you clumsily inch toward the entrance. Whenever you came home with Hyunjin, you had this dumb little game where you took turns knocking on this very front door even though no one answered. Every knock-knock joke that followed was even dumber, but you savored every second with your beautiful girlfriend. 

That’s not knocking; that’s the sound of Heejin being pushed again and again against the front door in your impassioned kiss. You fumble for keys somewhere under your phone inside your pocket; it shouldn’t be this hard to fish them out; it shouldn’t be this hard to figure out access to your own home—your dick shouldn’t be this hard pressing into Heejin. Hope the neighbors aren’t watching.

After too long, the door is slammed open. You savor Heejin’s tongue like you’re starving as she stumbles backward. The lingering scent of bread defining your domicile barely hits your nose. You throw your keys to the coffee table. A cat-eared mug you bought for Hyunjin as a random gift, a photobook she made for your birthday. You remember the rare makeout session on the couch instead of the bed (half the passion), you remember movie nights with Hyunjin in your living room when you fished out spilled popcorn from between the sofa cushions (found some coins too), and you remember… 

Nothing.

The lovely moments with Hyunjin are swept by. They’re not solid islands; they’re crude rafts—the ocean’s cruelty prevails. You’re pulled along toward your bedroom by Heejin, and everything passes. 

Heejin jumps on you, legs clinging to you while her fingers ruffle your hair. Her lips have yet to release for a breath. Your back slams against the hallway wall as Heejin is grinding against your clothed cock so desperately that you can feel the warmth through her own pants.

Your sigh is sharp, and your heart races when Heejin finally hops off of you and onto your bed. Though the light of the lamp you turn on is dim, you take in the sight of Heejin splayed on your bed. She’s sloppy. Her hair’s a mess; no doubt yours is too. A shiny trail of spit from the fiery lip lock starts at her lips, falls past her chin, ends between her cleavage. The warm light shines too on a thin layer of sweat on her pearly skin.

There’s no way to defend anything that’s happened since your lips touched Heejin’s lips, probably even earlier than that. But some irrational part of you makes you take out your wallet and pull out the condom you never use. (Hyunjin never wants to have sex anywhere other than this very bed, plus a whole candle-lit ritual just to get going.) You feel silly. As if this protection were the last bastion from infidelity. Ridiculous.

Absurdity has yet to stop you. While Heejin is distracted taking off her clothes, you sit on the edge of the bed, facing away from her. You strip down too, though you’re trying your best to discreetly put the thin condom on with your best sleight of hand. 

Once your deception is complete, you pull Heejin, sitting her up next to you. 

Heejin tilts her head. “You don’t want to watch me strip?” 

Your vocal response is empty. Instead, your lips smack against Heejin’s neck and shoulders as your hands run around her bare body. It’s quite the intimate lesson on her curves, but you can’t believe it anyway. You recall Hyunjin’s complaints about the intensity of Heejin’s routines in the gym. They’re paying off right now in this bedroom.

Shuddering, Heejin flips her legs over yours, straddling your lap. She rocks into your thigh, and the slickness from her labia rubs off on it. Your digits dig into the ample meat of her ass.

Now that you can appreciate Heejin’s perky tits to their fullest, your sequence of kisses continues lower down her chest. Her boobs are just enough for your hands to play with while your lips suck on her tautening nipples. That floral scent is muskier, something more primal in your mind. You let your teeth graze on her sensitive tips, drawing out tiny whines before you head back to her mouth again.

“Mh.” Heejin releases first. “You’re a good kisser. I shouldn’t be surprised.” 

Her smile weakens your heart. The question of whether it will beat again is silly given its unmatchable rhythm right now, but you can’t help but wonder the rhetorical anyway.

“Finally. After all this time. I’ve been waiting so long and—” Heejin looks down and scowls. “Are you fucking—no, I didn’t come all this way here to feel some rubber. I’d just use my dildo and think about you like I always do.”

You concede. Dumb plan. Still, you trace a line that should’ve been drawn much earlier. “I don’t care,” you say curtly.

Heejin gets off your lap and pushes you onto the bed. “Fine, I’m done then.”

“Awesome. Great. Leave.”

The two of you stare at each other, heavily breathing. Your dick is twitching in need.

“I said I don’t care. Go.” You’ve never sounded less convincing in your life.

“Stop me. Stop me right now.” Heejin smirks, bending down to place her face by your crotch. You back up until you can’t anymore, your pillows bunching up at the head of the bed. She crawls to follow your dick like a pet and its toy. Her breaths are heavy; you can hear them but can’t feel their warmth. Then, the tip of her tongue darts right under your condom-covered cockhead, giving arduously gentle licks. She draws a line up your length. What should be the most sensitive part of your body feeling the most pleasure barely registers as a blip of a touch.

Your body is as uncooperative, motionless as your mind.

“I said stop me. If you don’t want to pump my warm and perfect pussy with your seed until Hyunjin comes home, then just say the word and I’ll stop.”

The line is just a metaphor after all—useless, a waste of time. “P-please.”

“Please, what?”

You can’t look at Heejin. You can’t look at the picture frame on the bedside table with you and Hyunjin on your second date. How can you possibly look at yourself in the mirror when—“Please take off the condom.”

Heejin does just that with a triumphant smile. It’s a simple motion: the upward stroke of her hand brings the protection along with her fingers. After throwing the condom straight to the trash, she sits on you again. She rubs her wet pussy lips back and forth your length a couple times, then backs up and presses your rock-hard dick against her tummy.  

“See how warm it feels?” Understanding how intensely you’ve been staring at her midriff, Heejin slaps your cock against her abs, then places her palm on top of your tip like she’s measuring something. “See how deep you can go?”

Your cock approximately reaches her belly button.

“Oh my god, that’s gonna hit my fucking guts. Like this.” Heejin keeps slapping your cock against her toned midriff, rubbing it left and right. “But from the inside! Fuck, you’re gonna mix my guts up. Without that stupid condom, you’re gonna shoot your load straight into my womb.”

While maintaining eye contact, she lets a stream of spit fall the way down from her lips, right between her cleavage, straight to her midriff. Using your shaft like a tool, she spreads the spit across, getting the definition of her muscles nice and shiny. She traces every subtle groove with your cockhead and lathers both you and her with saliva. You admire the evidence of time and effort Heejin has put into herself, though her good shape would not affect you as intensely if her face weren’t as adorable; it reminds you of Hyunjin—here we go again.

“Gonna need some lubrication for this monster to fit in me raw. I know I’m already dripping for you, but a little more wetness can’t hurt right? Ptoo.“ Heejin spits again, then twists her slick hands around your length. “God, are you going to fit inside me? I have to use two hands to handle it properly.”

One more time, Heejin presses your cock against her abs, but this time, she squats up and down, sliding you against her firm muscles. It’s not just the externality of touch lighting your fire; a vivid hue saturates your every sense as the deep tingly pink dances around your thoughts to subsume all that isn’t the promise of thrusting your dick inside of the tight temptress now.

“No, I don’t care if it fits. Break me. Split my little pussy in half.” 

After one more upward motion, her pussy is aligned right above your tip; drops of slick drop from her slit before she drops too, her hands squeezing down on your shoulders.

“Oh, fuck, y-you’re going to have to help me, push me down. Too, too tight.”

You hold her taut midriff with both hands and squeeze her down into your cock. It’s not just an exaggeration of the novelty or the discomfort: gravity itself isn’t enough to pull Heejin around the width of your shaft. Up, then down a bit further. Despite all the nudging and the rampant lubrication of her pussy, it still takes a full minute, probably longer, to work your entire length inside of her tightness. You’re not so much fucking Heejin as you are wearing her slowly around your cock like a fitted tee.

“Ahh! Yessss, it, it, I think it’s hitting so, so deep. Is that my cer—ouwh, god.”

Eventually, Heejin acclimates to your cock’s size, her soft, soaking walls sculpting on your dick, and a visible bulge that still fails to disturb her perfect abs. There’s such a genuine eye smile on her when your cock’s fully disappeared inside. A simple bliss wracks her whole body. You feel the same way: you could stay like this until your girlfriend comes home—

With your eyes wide open, your mind racing with regrets once again, Heejin squats and pulls herself back up, your shaft glistening. You’ve never felt more stupid at the flash-moment relief you felt since it is taken away—along with your breath—when Heejin pushes her ass down into your crotch again, faster this time, but still needing to work it in. 

Then the rhythms truly start. A heartbeat, a series of blinks, the ticking of a clock. There’s nothing so predictable, so countable in how Heejin fucks you. And it is undoubtedly Heejin fucking you, not the other way around. Every thrust in her slick walls not only erodes your morality but also your inhibitions. You couldn’t deny that your girlfriend was much meeker in bed, and so you only ever matched that energy. Her pussy devours your cock whole yet again; she ceases all movements while letting out a prolonged groan. Maintaining eye contact this whole time, she has you in a chokehold that is almost as suffocating as her immaculate tightness. Shivers run down your back as she traces a finger across your chest. With teeth carved into her lower lip, Heejin’s sultry gaze continues to pierce through your eyes. 

“Oh god, you’re stretching me so fucking well.” Her mouth goes agape as she rocks her hips to and fro. “You like how tight I am? And how you’re molding my pussy into the shape of your cock? Here, hold me”—Heejin brings your hands on her waist—“and use me like a proper fucktoy. Your fucktoy.”

Swallow that spit stuck in your throat. Holding Heejin in place, you start to thrust upwards into her pussy, and each time you exit her entrance, her tightness rejuvenates. You still have to struggle nearly as much the first time to pry her folds apart again, and every time her insides clench around your length, you let out a hiss. While you’re receiving sensual satisfaction like you’ve never experienced before, she’s frowning—maybe it’s your slow pace, or maybe it’s that your cock does not always disappear completely in her.

It’s probably both.

“Fuck. Me. Harder!” Heejin confirms your suspicion and then finds support on your belly to get your entirety out of her. A strand of mixed stickiness is left hanging for its dear life; a sudden wave of coldness replaces Heejin’s incredible warmth, leaving you in shivers. “With a cock this amazing, you should be fucking my brains out already. Do you go this slow with Hyunjin? Maybe that’s why she doesn’t let you finish in her.”

“D-don’t mention—”

“Shut up.”

With your mouth sealed by hers, you find yourself backed against the bed frame. Heejin grips your cock firm—something she almost failed to do thanks to her own slickness—and positions your tip for a re-entry. Her legs extend, one forward to land beside your waist, the other backward. 

“I know you’re always thinking about her. I want you to forget about her completely. It’s just me. This bed. This perfect, perfect cock inside of me. God, this is going to go so, so fucking deep in me.” Heejin licks her lips in excitement as she sinks down on your tip.

You growl, and then you yearn for more—of Heejin’s heat, of Heejin’s body, of any semblance of control. With one hand on her beautifully arched back, you seize a stiffened nipple into your mouth and immediately begin nibbling on it, and the other lands on her equally well-defined ass. In one fell swoop, Heejin completes the frontal split on your cock. One hundred eighty degrees is the angle of her legs, give or take ten or twenty as she rises and falls to the force of your thrusts.

While you’re heady with pleasure from her tight and flexible body, Heejin is first to be aquiver, pulsating from her core. She is not so much bouncing as she is grinding her pussy against your crotch while your dick fills her up to her guts. 

You’re done holding back your inner desires, your most wanton fantasies. For as much as you denied Heejin, she told only the truth, at least when it came to sex. The rest of the truth is that you want to last one minute longer to savor the brain-melting grip and wetness of her cunt. 

Therefore, one hand grasps Heejin’s midriff tightly while the other pins her by the neck, freezing her in place with half your shaft inside. Her legs shake, and her eyes, interrupted from rolling back into her head, are distraught. Gingerly, you peel her off your cock like a wasted condom—her labia clenching your shaft in need, her legs shaking from the splits—and then you sit the pouting, babbling girl in front of you.

With the dangerous high of power (or maybe that’s just the warm smell of sex getting to your head), you chuckle. Heejin seems too far gone to notice. 

“Call me Daddy,” you say. “if you’re going to be such a clingy cockholder.”

Right. You’re the one at the edge of the earth, frayed and alone. Far from anyone. The furthest from your lover.

“Oh. Oh, god, your dick, so, oh, fuck. I miss… I need… why did you have to… F-fine.” After gathering a mote of composure and then slithering up to your ear, Heejin whispers, “Actually, that’s very easy. Ahem. Daddy.” 

You can’t hide the grin on your face. Not in a million years would Hyunjin…

“Pwease, turn Heejin into your baby bunny cum pocket? Heejin will be such a good girl for Daddy, I’ll cum all over Daddy’s cock so you can stuff my needy pussy with your sticky load and—”

You’re already overwhelmed. Not so gingerly, you lift Heejin by the waist and then deposit her onto your cock to resume her ride.

“Fuck! Daddy!”

You slap Heejin, adding one more smacking sound to the drumbeat of her ass against your lap. “I told you to call me Daddy, not call me like a phone sex operator.”

Heejin nods, eyes watery; the corner of her lips raise.

She already won long ago, so don’t humor her small victory. As you fuck your cock up into her, you cover her mouth, restricting her air. Her tongue darts at your hand between her lips, and you let the tiniest puff of air pass as her tongue pushes between your fingers. You pinch the wet, pink tip, drawing out more of her ragged moans.

Everything wrong is perfect. Everything perfect must be wrong. You’re in a true position of power for the first time in what feels like forever—then your phone vibrates from your bedside table.

Bvvt. Bvvt. Bvvt. Bvvt.

Hyunjin.

Many times tonight, you thought you had seen your nadir. It could be overacting, overthinking. Yet, the shadows snuck, crept in the crevices of the window cracked open, letting the whistle of the wind in. Yet yet, you feel the weakest you’ve ever been, the darkest inside, when your first inclination is to ignore the call. 

You’ve never done that. 

You’re always the first to call. 

Fuck. 

You were supposed to call her.

Heejin grabs the phone and picks it up for you before slamming down into your cock even harder. You have trouble catching up as you hold the phone by your ear; god forbid, you drop the device and record the squelchy noises of your illicit intimacy.

“Hey, babe.” Already, by her gentle tone, you know Hyunjin is giving you the benefit of the doubt. Though you’re usually meticulous, you’re not perfect, and it’s not that crazy to miss one phone call.

It’s not like you’d do something crazy like—Heejin is bouncing on your dick at such a delirious rate that the parting of words from your lips is impossible.

“Hello? Busy at work? You sound like you’ve run a marathon.” Hyunjin giggles.

“Yeah. Yeah. That’s it.” You can barely breathe it out. Shudder; oh, do you shudder. “Hgh, I-I had to carry a bunch of… of, of heavy boxes. A lot of new drinks.”

“Ahh. Well, I miss you.”

Oh, she does? You could’ve just gone on the trip with her then. None of this would have happened. 

Now, you have Heejin planting kisses all over your sweaty torso. Now, you have your cock swaddled up and down. Now, you’ve hesitated.

“I…” You can’t even get past yourself, each exhalation obviously stifled.

Hyunjin gasps. Heejin too. How different can two puffs of air be? 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Hyunjin asks.

“I’m fine, I just—”

Heejin snatches the phone out of your hand and puts the call on speaker.

“Ahh, shit!” You glare at Heejin, a sly grin fastened on her face.

“Babe, do you need to go to the doctor or something?” From the speaker, Hyunjin’s concern reverberates throughout the room. At least at this juncture, you’re sure she’s missed the continuous sounds of sex, in part to Heejin’s small mercy in slowing down to… grinding halt is only half-correct. Her hips are rocking, but there’s certainly no rigidity to her motions.

Yet, you’re stammering, unable to find an excuse because you’ve never needed one before. 

Heejin does a jerking-off motion with her hand; you raise your brow. She points to the phone. 

Ah. Fuck it. Better than nothing. “Fine. I-I was mas… masturbating. And, and I dropped the phone.”

“Really?”

“Y-yeah.”

“Th-thinking about… me?”

“Who else would I be thinking about?”

Heejin grins at your rhetorical question, knowing she’s the answer wrapped around your dick. “Tell her you miss fucking her,” she whispers—her voice is soft enough, but you still tuck the phone away out of sheer instinct.

You aren’t going to always obey her. “Y-y'know babe, I really miss you.”

“And you’re saying that while masturbating to me?” Hyunjin scoffs. 

A genuine smile flashes across your face. “No, I just really miss you. I know I put too much pressure on you, and I'm—”

“No, no. Keep all that for when I get back. You sound really tired, so you should go take a rest. Dream about me in the meantime, will you?”

“I… Um. Yes, of course. I will. I love you. Goodnight.”

“I love you too. Mwah.”

The call ends, and the phone finds its rightful place back on the mattress. Despite the other woman coating your cock, the only thing you feel at this moment is embarrassment.

Heejin is sitting calmly on your dick. “Look at you. All in thought again. All backed up because of Hyunjin.”

You gulp as she slinks her hand underneath to paw at your balls. “You’re—you, you didn’t let me cum in… ugh, the car.”

It’s not even a full giggle, just a small blow of air from Heejin’s nose. “Right. Of course that’s what you’re thinking about.”

You have no retort but to provide some force in your waist, snapping upward to drive your length deeper inside. That’s less than a retort. Full surrender.

As the bouncing intensifies, hands stop roaming when she interlocks her fingers with yours. Of all the sensual touches, this feels the most intimate. Thus, the most forbidden. And so, the most captivating. Upon a missed beat of your heart, you let go. That free hand strikes her ass crashing down into your waist, and the sweetest whimpers and hottest moans come out viscerally. More than the sweaty warmth in the air, your scent is filled with Heejin. Flowers from another garden.

You start letting your lust out in words between the slaps on her buttcheeks. If you’re going to wither, might as well satiate more of your held-back fantasies.

“So you’re a fuck bunny, huh? A needy animal in heat who can’t even control herself.”

Look how ridiculous you sound. Who’s the true animal here? Who really lost control? 

Heejin nods, putting her highest pitch into her “mms” and “mhms”.

“I’m going to fucking breed you, then. Just like you’ve been begging for, huh? Stalking me, watching me from afar. As if you were a hunter. God, ff…” Your words die when her back arches in pleasure, her hands behind her on the bed, her waist gliding smoothly to lather your length with slickness. “You’re not a hunter. Not, not at all. You’re prey, you’re a little creature, a stray, and you’re gonna take all my fucking cum inside you.”

“Yes! Oh, Daddy, fuck, yes! Heejin… Heejin is your breeding, agh, bunny!”

Heejin is not so much riding you as she is making snappy, jerky motions with her hips while her arms and legs are wrapped around you in a tender hold. It’s an unsustainable rhythm because neither man nor woman could possibly outlast the bubbling pressure. The two of you are less than either. Animals. While she is making no concession to hold back her climax, you want—substitute this word for need on all occasions—one final win. Something. Anything.

However, her walls are tighter than ever, and more importantly, that tightness is coming in growing oscillations. The rising tides are in time with your own demise, a spiral fall into the infinite depths of earthly delight. To the magma core. Unbearable heat.

You’ve certainly stained her insides with pre-cum already, but you feel the first shots of semen, the last remains of regret replaced with a surging buzz.

By the looks of Heejin’s eyes finding the back of her head, finding some god of lust hidden in her brain, she’s feeling the same high. Despite all the loving intimacy you’ve had with Hyunjin, even the times you’ve made her cum during sex, you’ve never been able to cum at the same time as her. Simultaneous orgasm is one of those rare, tricky things to actually pull off. Yet here you are. A stranger. Is chemistry just a game of chance?

Were you always meant to be with Heejin in some other life?

These are the questions that curse you when your mind isn’t working right and letting you feel momentous ecstasy for infidelity. There’s not a correct choice you’ve made, yet here is paradise, its undesired reward abundant.

You and Heejin are two warm, slow-moving, intimately combined figures, slowly returning from the abstract gratification of mutual orgasm to the sticky, sweaty reality of this bed. Your cock is slowly softening too, though you have yet to pull out, slathered in both your lewd juices. Heejin looks tired but clearly isn’t since she’s still slowly swaying her waist, still searching for the last bursts of pleasure she can find in your slumping shaft. Maybe friction, maybe heat.

“D-done? Right. Of course.” Heejin can’t hide her disappointment in her pout.

Your head is shaking.

That’s disappointment too, right? When you shake your head, it’s disapproval. A lingering distaste in your mouth at yourself, that’s what makes sense.

This is a senseless place.

“No,” you say, your voice low. Obscene sloshing noises as you pull out of her snug pussy. Get up from the mattress. “I’m not done yet.”

Heejin is in awe. She must have expected you to turn over and fall on the bed tired. To be fair, you expected the same too.

But you’re energized by the bunny. Heejin lays before you, drenched in sweat, her subtle makeup smeared. While her body in motion redefines perfection, steals the very meaning for herself, so too is her body in stillness. As she sighs, her pert chest rises and falls with every cycle of inhalation, exhalation. Her abs tense, showing their strong lines, and semen leaks out from her pussy with each visible clenching.

Heejin portrays many expressions in the shocks of climax. Her flawless jawline screams pride, her parted mouth lust, clearly slothful fatigue in those frowned eyes. You wonder how much deadlier can she get.

“Hah. You’re staring,” she says between each labored breath.

Heejin then looks to the side; her chest still heaves, but slower. Place a palm on the facet of the gem that is her face, you could spend hours admiring her side profile. Maybe even write an essay on her nose bridge.

It’s your turn to shower her chest with kisses. Her tits aren’t bigger than Hyunjin’s, though still perky enough. Each peck spells a rippling wave on her delicate flesh; the saltiness of her sweat glazes your lips.

Heejin moans to your many touches while blood rushes to your groin once more. Flip her over, off of her back, and onto her tummy. You glimpse shock in her face when she looks back.

The sin of wrath—worthless vengeance—on your visage must be painted too faithfully.

Feeling Heejin’s nipples and the heft of her breasts, you wrap an arm around her torso to lift her up so that she’s on her hands and knees. You spread her thighs, her asscheeks, admiring the glisten, the glow, the glamorous stickiness with whatever is left of your dripping creampie, then pull Heejin back so that you can align your already concrete-hard dick with her entrance. 

How her long hair falls, how the flesh of her butt ripples, how all the muscles in her back create such a drool-worthy image—target. Whatever the cause may be, you’re surprised how hard your erection is. Even with the most erotic session with Hyunjin—oh, she let you try a position other than missionary, how scandalous—you’ve never had a sequel.

Keep comparing. That’ll do you good.

There’s nothing to compare when you start to pull Heejin’s hair while you push your tip, parting her cunt’s creamy lips. With one hard snap of your waist, you bury your cock completely in Heejin. The both of you moan, you out of the tightness and her out of the sudden impact. 

You run your palm along her arched back to find yourself on her neck, then trace along her skin and give it a firm grasp; Heejin starts to struggle for air. In the renewed momentum of this one thrust, her tiny figure is propelled into the welcoming mattress, and your shaft somehow finds its way deeper into her cavern. Take a moment to admire how your cock pins Heejin down, how more of your previous load oozes out onto the sheets, how Heejin groans at this sudden intrusion. 

"Mmh, Daddy, you’re even deeper in me.” Heejin could barely squeeze words through her gritted teeth, but she’s still relentless in tickling your arousal. 

Heejin is right, of course. The new prone position affords you the deepest penetration you’ve ever achieved, slick tightness totally overwhelming your pleasure points; she, on the other hand, finds herself in discomfort yet delight simultaneously. Though struggling for air, her lustful mewls are louder than ever, and she’s fucking back into you as best as she can while trapped under your weight. The literal chokehold you have on Heejin mirrors the euphoric chokehold she has on you at this very moment—in her submission, complete triumph. 

Not wanting to lose this war of attrition, you loosen the grip on her throat to focus on pounding into her creamy cunt. Her unintelligible noises become words.

“Grrgh, guh, god. Yes, can you feel it, Daddy? Feel how deep you really are in Heejin? It’s okay if you can’t, because Heejin definitely can. You’re so close to my womb right now it’s driving me crazy. Please cum for me, Daddy, please. Cum inside Heejin. Fill whatever gap there is between you and me with your hot, warm seed. Give me a baby bunny, please. Heejin is begging you here, please, just like how you wish that ungrateful bitch would, just like how that unthankful bitch would never. Don’t hold back daddy. Please. Please. Please—”

Without a sign, Heejin reaches her second peak. Her body shakes in violence to add to the creaking bed, though all are silenced by her orgasmic cries. Lean forward, and your chest now connects with her back. Slick and slippery is the texture between your skins while the entirety of your length stays hidden within her folds. 

You maintain the speed at which you were ravaging her insides. Heejin pumps herself backward to hit two birds with one stone—to match your pace and to ride out her high.

Her screams are getting too loud; you can’t risk waking the neighbors. Shove two digits past her spread lips, and Heejin immediately sucks on the makeshift gag. Turning back, she tries to meet your eyes with the pleading gaze she has so perfected. 

No, you are not falling prey to her trick. Shove her face down between the pillows, and you get a good sample of her earlobe while you chase your peak. 

With one hard thrust, you feel your tip smash against her cervix. Pull back out, and Heejin’s walls desperately clench around you—her desire to milk you is strong. Your lips move down to suck at her neck.

Yet another hard thrust, you slam into her core at an insane trajectory; Heejin’s womb sucks you in—

“Owh, gawd, you’re gonna cum so much deeper”—you bring your fingers to the back of her mouth—“mmh, I can ph-pheel iiit—”

—as if begging you to fill her womb. The fistfuls of bedsheet fail to provide enough resistance; the floodgate unlocks.

“Take my cum, you fucking slut.” You pair your words with animalistic growls as you pound her hard enough to squeeze your seeds through the needy opening of her womb. “You’re nothing but a pathetic cockslut. Look at how your womb is sucking me in. I bet that’s the only thing your worthless pussy is good for—to be bred by taken cocks.”

You expect her to protest; she doesn’t. You spread her cheeks apart, spitting between them; it’d be rude, but it’s aimed at her tight, winking asshole. Again, you expect more of a response when your thumb toys at the ring of flesh. Shaky breaths through her breathing orifice while all the others get filled, she indulges in her cock-drunkenness—capable of doing nothing but pitiful whimpers. As you hammer her down hard enough that she’s become part of the mattress, your thumb hooked at the temptation of her rear entrance, you fall into indulgence too.

“Fucking, fff, filling you, ugh, up!” With a sense of finality in this thrust, you turn Heejin’s womb into the promised creamy mess. Her asshole has wholly swallowed your thumb. Grasping the sheets as hard as you grasp her asscheek, she is silent as she endures the endless spurts of warmth in her tummy. 

Keep pumping. Don’t stop till you’re as devoid of your seed as your soul.

At the same time, you retrieve your thumb and your cock from her two greedy holes. Your cum is leaking out of Heejin’s slit, between her thighs, onto your sheets. Her asshole dilates, contracts. Those two facts alone nearly drive you to continue the madness; maybe you could collect the slick semen as lube for anal. However, despite your dick in hand, tip rubbing against her asshole, you stop yourself.

With a resolve like you’ve never seen (or at least one you haven’t had in hours), you sprint your way to the shower. Any cure to your sickness. But this shower will fix a shattered mug as readily as it’ll fix any other problem. Fatigue sets in, claws deeper, and no amount of scathing hot water on your skin gets rid of it. You switch to cold—you shout—that wasn’t worth it either.

Your world falls apart like warm streams splitting against you. How cruel the accuracy in its manner. Look into the wall. A faint, blurry reflection of you off the wet surface. The reflection clarifies: you’re a dumbass. This heat does nothing it’s supposed to, not a tinge of mollification in its heat.

“Hey, Daddy—”

You did not notice Heejin sneaking into the shower, but the change in her hairstyle is certainly apparent. Now flaunting a ponytail—Hyunjin’s signature and a personal favorite of hers—you hate to admit that Heejin looks equally as alluring, if not more so. She’s only in her panties, and those must be semen-coated. Sure enough, when she strips them onto the bathroom floor, she’s still dripping pearly and sticky fluids from her crotch.

“How could you leave for the shower alone, I have to clean up too, you know?”

She takes up the space between you and the wall, and she quickly finds herself on the ground. Her legs wide open, Heejin fingering herself is now a scenery you’re forced to enjoy. One digit deep, then another joins the fray—she slowly fingers your cum out of her swollen cunt.

“It’s not too late to stop me,” Heejin smirks as she is relentless in teasing you. “Unless you really want to put a baby in me.”

Now with eyes shut and mouth agape, she cherishes the pleasure she’s bringing to herself. The unoccupied hand finds itself on the ground for support as she buries her fingers deeper inside her folds. Heejin’s hedonism elevates; her tongue sticking out in the air is the proof.

The droplets bounce off your body to land on Heejin’s features, and for a moment, she looks adorable as she shakes the excess moisture off, giggling. But then, she’s right back, immersed in her masturbation.

Your cock finds its vitality again at such a lewd sight; Heejin need not open her eyes to realize it. Further extending her tongue to reach the thing sheltering her from warm water, she licks your tip as if encouraging you to follow the motion of her pink muscle. So, you do just that. However, she clearly isn’t ready for the intrusion, her teeth grazing against your skin as you head straight for her throat.

The damned downward frown, again, and this time it’s here to stay. Pressing on with the pattern of showing no mercy, you rock your hips to properly violate her mouth. The warmth from the shower pales in comparison with her cavern, and her tongue tickles the bottom of your shaft better than the water droplets bring relief to your figure. Her sloped brows scream starvation just like her pleading eyes. This isn’t a matter of wants—you have to feed her cock. As much as she can swallow. Even if it means her gagging and sloppily eating the meat.

“Guhk—your cum—guhk, musht taste as guhd as your cohk—didn’t, ghlk, get to eat earlieh”—her tears fuse with the shower water and the drool out the corner of her mouth past your shaft—“I, I, glk, need more. Need more, more, mo—”

At this point, you’re already used to her insatiability, fixing it with a yank of hair. Ponytails are amazing, especially when they’re presented like this as a perfect handle for you to hold on to as you fuck her face rough. Each time your cockhead hit the back of her mouth, giggles mix obscene swishing and gurgling noises straight from her throat, and her cute tits ripple softly at the force. 

There’s no room in her mouth for air, so it’s only natural that she opts for the natural way of obtaining oxygen. She inhales through her nose with your cock still hidden in her mouth, making her throat do swallowing motions and squeeze around your shaft. The water splashing down on her face makes her breaths uneven and struggled since she’s trying to breathe down your dick in the same motion, but she embraces the challenge since there’s nothing more important than the cock down her throat anyway.

“Oh fuck—” You groan at the random fluctuations of tightness. “You’re such a good fuckdoll. Good oral fuck hole.”

You’re not sure where you got the verbiage from, though Heejin has the closest thing to a smirk she can manage with her lips around the root of your cock. Regardless, you can tell that she’s happy with the new nickname—her tongue moving with more furiosity makes good supporting fact.

Heejin’s looks are out of this world—even when there’s a cock in her mouth. You even feel a new pang of guilt: she’s too pretty somehow for your seed to cover her features. The pangs of guilt are quickly overtaken by pangs of impending orgasm. On her face? In her mouth? You would decide, but there is no decision. Keep your tip down her throat. The pleasure is getting too intense, and orgasm soon hits. It makes sense that she wants to savor your cockmilk, but her twirling tongue proves to be too much overstimulation for you. Your body jerks, so you instinctively eject from her eager mouth to spray the rest of your load on her face. This climax ends quickly; it’s your third one after all.  While you are regaining your composure, Heejin is busy creating a composition of your cum that was all over her visage, collecting with her fingers and tongue and then finally delivering it beyond her lips.

“So fucking tasty,” she comments after one big gulp. “Now let’s really clean ourselves up.”

The following minutes are filled with mutual silence—you do your cleaning and she does hers. No further touching. You’re in quiet denial—not of the unfaithfulness up to this point but of the surprising comfort you feel in the silence only broken by the splashing of water.

You both finish washing at the same time, so you shut the shower off. Stare at Heejin. Water droplets drip off her silky smooth skin. You can’t be staring yet again; that’s going to lead to an n-th round of sex. Forget morals, you’re not going to have a rigid bone left in your body if you keep fucking Heejin. Your mouth rounds to a circle while she smiles at you. 

Without worrying about the faint trail of water you’re making in your hallway, you speed off to the bedroom to look for some extra underwear and clothes to lend to Heejin. On second judgment, how absurd the concept. Surely, Hyunjin is going to notice the missing clothes, and surely, Heejin is going to wear the missing clothes the next time they meet.

Raising your hands, you fall onto your mattress. You’re naked. Didn’t bother looking for your own clothes. Whatever. Why even care about Heejin at this juncture at all? If she wants to leave naked, then so be it, or if she wants to wear her used panties sticky with your creampie, then so be it too.

Sure enough, she walks calmly into the room, semen-stained underwear and all, a towel around her head to dry those damp locks falling past her shoulders.

You curl up in the bed, refusing to examine Heejin further.

“This pillow belongs to someone else, I’m not sleeping on it.” Refusal will never stop Heejin’s low voice from worming its way past your ears straight into your brain.

Rather weak reasoning, sure, but you’re in no place to object given everything that’s happened tonight. With a sigh, you turn to face her and extend your arm; Heejin lies on it, filling the emptiness between her neck and the mattress just fine. 

“Mmh, it’s comfy this way,” Heejin murmurs as she curls her curves into you. “Does she do this with you after sex?”

Silence fills the room for seconds; she nudges you for an answer that she knows she shouldn’t expect.

“Ha, didn’t think so.”

That’s not even true, of course. Intimacy after sex isn’t an entirely new concept to you—that’s the one thing that stands out with Hyunjin in bed—but it’s so foreign with a different person. Sniffle her hair; it’s rosy. You wrap your free hand around her waist; she’s significantly smaller in your arms than Hyunjin. Usually, Hyunjin kept her back facing you, and though you adored having her as the little spoon, something was always missing. Details, details, details. So your silence continues all the same.

“You’re enjoying this,” Heejin whispers, “aren’t you?” 

Heejin turns around to face you, her delicate fingers tracing along and tickling the bare flesh of your neck at the same pace as her breath. How can the delicate touch of air be a chokehold? Yet, that’s exactly what Heejin has on you.

“Now why don’t I make you feel better, Daddy?”

Lifting your leg over her hips, Heejin has your half-erect shaft between her thighs, her slick slit shows haste in lathering you with her juices. All the recollection you’ve been doing, every hard-fought bucket of water you bail out of the hole-ridden ship, yet you forget your whole relationship in an instant. You doubt even Heejin understands the harshness of such a simple action, dragging any hope back into the ocean, cruel mistress. Moan into her mouth, and she returns the same. Finally, undo the seal on your mouth; you continue fucking her soft muscles in a telegraphed motion.

“Heejin is gonna sleep, she’s exhausted.” She smirks, that damned smile damning you to do more unspeakable things to, and with, her. “You can use Heejin’s body all night long though. I am your good little cocksheathe, after all.”

This is the actual biggest difference when you cuddle Heejin. Your cock slips inside her creamy slit so easily. It couldn’t have been an accident, yet Heejin is as motionless as sleep can make her. So is it your fault? No. It couldn’t have been. There’s no way you would have thrust yourself inside the addicting, delectable, squeezing hole for one last savoring. Right?

You must lay still as Heejin’s seed-stuffed hole continues to seize your half-hard shaft. Too sensitive, too sore, too spent. But not enough to leave. You’d think that by now, you can’t have any energy left to keep your erection lasting, but her walls warm your cock just well enough that you’re helpless to the loving embrace. If you did try to pull out of her possessively grippy pussy, you’d probably spurt another few drops, simultaneously milking your last breaths out of you.

So, pulling out is as much an option as the sun failing to rise in a few hours.

When your eyelids are yanked open by that inconsiderate light, you are alone in your bed. 

Your first instinct is to check your wallet. All your cards, your cash, a random Subway coupon. Down one condom though. Stretch, and your body disagrees. The only evidence is the sheer exhaustion in your muscles. And your balls.

 You didn’t drink.

You’ve never had a worse hangover.

No, no, it was all a dream—you wish. You could get away with being scolded for your dreams. This was a whole different beast.

Your focus is pulled by a buzz by your legs. Reach for your phone.

One. One. One. Five. A date. Naturally.

Heejin started following you. 

She’s not even in the same room as you. It’s so easy to ignore.

Then again, it’s just as easy to open the messages and type away.

Hyunjin won’t be home for a few more days anyway.

Say you sent it to the wrong person if need be.

Or you were with the wrong person to begin with.

No.

There is no wrong person.

Only the person in the wrong.

You.

Sent a message to Heejin.

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AFF, AO3

Thank you again to the wonderful @kaedewrites for working with me on this one! You don’t understand how much I enjoy every collab. They always drive me to write way more than working alone. Writing is always a collaborative affair, after all. It’s just annoying whenever the only person I have to work with is my dumb past self, who refuses to finish these stories for me.

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Triangle ft. Choerry, Olivia Hye

length ✦ 6668

genres ✧ you know what this is because it’s exactly what everything else is; plot-devoid smut; Daddy kink; sloppy double blowjob; titfucking; threesome sex; felching; snowballing; fwb!Yerim & Hyeju

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You thought there were limits to Yerim’s audacity.

Your dick is halfway down her throat and she’s rushing to get the question out, forgetting her words are being cockblocked in a new way.

“Canweples—ghlk… Ahh. C-can we please, please try the thing I talked about?” Yerim stares into your barely-there eyes. She’s prone, her feet up in the air kicking while her head leans against your thigh. One of your hands grasps the sheets while the other grasps her hair. You know exactly what she’s talking about, but after a long lick, at your lack of reply, she continues anyway: “One of my friends really wants to join us. Can she? Please? Pwease? Pwh, glh…”

The question becomes loaded as soon as her throat does. There are only a few people with whom she’s close enough to bring up this very topic of conversation, and you’re pretty sure they’re all members of a certain girl group. One she happily belongs to. And sure, that means she shouldn’t be sucking on cock like a lollipop—really, choking on cock like a lollipop, but you’re not going to stop her.

In fact, you’d reply with a clarifying question of your own—who exactly?—but you’re almost certain you’d be satisfied with any answer your fuckbuddy would give. So you let go: let go of the sheets, let go of the dark locks of hair, let go of the question, and with a swift gulp from Yerim’s throat, you let go of your climax, making her tummy warm and sticky.

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Already, your balls are full, heavy in their embrace with Hyeju’s distinct lips. There’s the left, pop, in, out; there’s the right, pop, in and out while she sucks like ripe fruit.

You’re not really sure you can quantify the exact difference compared to when Yerim focuses on your sack, but it definitely has to do with Hyeju’s mouth. Something about the shape, like a… no it’s always that. It could be her eagerness, which is new to you. Yerim holds no surprise at the way Hyeju is slurping, however; she has other things to hold—shaft down her throat, gagging, takes focus.

There was all that existence you had between cumming down Yerim’s throat alone and getting ready to cum down her throat again while Hyeju nurtures your testicles. Yet, the time between two orgasms is but a secondary thing, especially when two gorgeous women are venerating the veins of your erection with their mouths.

Wide-eyed, Hyeju looks up at Yerim. Your eyes are wide too: how can someone like Yerim drool and find so much joy in getting their throat filled with cock? Then, you remember how passionate you can get about eating out Yerim’s gorgeous pussy (like last night), and you gain some empathy in her raw hunger. Hyeju learns, watches, listens. Slurpy sloshing from Yerim’s throat, kissy noises whenever pouty lips focus on your tip, rushed yet reluctant sighs for air.

If you had to name one in-between moment (and it barely counts, occurring minutes before the present), it would be what you saw upon opening Yerim’s dorm door. Yerim had her tight blue dress hiked up her shapely hips. No panties. Surprise. On the other side of the couch, Hyeju slouched, her off-the-shoulder crop top pulled down right under her tits, and one of her nipples had a slight sheen. Definitely Yerim’s spit, given how much she drools.

Look right now. Your sack is as sloppy wet as your dick. Hyeju must be finding her mouth open more and more. (She was supposed to be the quiet, lips closed.) It’s awe, or it’s some understanding of Yerim’s lust. Either way, the rest of the saliva on your balls comes from the bubbly trails emanating from the side of Yerim’s mouth as she fucks her face down into your crotch, meeting Hyeju closer with each cock inhalation.

You and Hyeju both moan while Yerim giggles and coos between the gagged sounds from her throat. A blush forms on Hyeju’s cheeks, though she diligently keeps one ball in her mouth before swapping to the other, a back and forth cycle.

Yerim releases you and then slaps your cockhead against her tongue. She shows off the deftness of her pink organ, twirling around the strands of saliva and licking up beads of precum from the tip. Even if the sensation isn’t as utterly overwhelming as her deepthroating, your head still spins every time she adds that delicate touch to your sensitive spots. Your balls twitch, and you notice that Hyeju notices, even with her inexperience, as a crook of a smile appears.

Yerim returns to unflinchingly swallowing your dick whole. She’s already gone as deep as she can go, but each time feels deeper in your mind because of how Hyeju adds her tongue to the mix; its warm tip slides around your sack, jumps at the insistent pokes, then travels up to meet Yerim’s lips at your shaft with every other inhalation.

You wrest control by grabbing Yerim’s hair. It’s the same back and forth you and Yerim share: on even days, she’ll hold you by the hips to keep you still and work her magic at her own pace, and on odd days, you—you skullfuck her; there is no more elegant way to describe the intensity with which you pull Yerim’s head into yourself, showing no regard for her breath, for her throat.

Again, Hyeju is in awe, her brows furrowed as she’s focused on cleaning the gag-drool that leaks down from your cock. 

While resting her lips on the side of your shaft, Yerim pats Hyeju’s head. “You know what to call him. It’s so, mm, obvious what he wants from us. It’s what I call him, and he loves it. But more importantly…” Yerim gazes at Hyeju in anticipation.

“It’s, it’s what I want. So take what you want.” Hyeju, when focused, is the most seductive being on the planet, sharp eyes cutting into you soul-deep. “Give us your cum. Daddy.”

Yerim is back with a giddy smile and a cute clap. “There we go.”

You’re not far from fulfilling Hyeju’s extremely reasonable request. Hyeju and Yerim can feel it, the way your testicles twitch, the way your shaft shifts; they can hear it by your increasing groans, your strained exhales; they can see it in your unseeing, your eyelids clamping tight in the muscle-clenching fires of pleasure. But for all the warnings of your incoming eruption, you have to restrain yourself. They’re going to have to take you kicking and screaming out of heaven.

With a pout on your cock, Yerim hums. “Daaddyy, aren’t you gonna cum yet? Pleeease? I’m ghnna be a ggfhd grl and—” And the pout disappears like your length in her throat.

“Yeaah.” Audibly slick pops from Hyeju’s mouth taking each ball in and out. “I reeewwy, really wanna taste what’s inside of…” You presume Hyeju means the testicle she’s greedily sucking on, the cum aching to escape, though the truth is lost to her lust.

You can tell Yerim is more experienced because, despite her intense attention to her oral ministrations, she is already multitasking. A hand between her legs, the other slides Hyeju’s tank top further down to her tight midriff. Her tits, in the open, perfectly to play with. As the piddliest puddle forms on your living room floor underneath Yerim’s thighs, she massages and manipulates each of Hyeju’s breasts like a fun toy. For all intents and purposes, Yerim is already nude herself with that blue dress bunched up around her waist. Yet, it’s clear that she’s done with clothing now, sliding out from her singular article, a—

“Hngh!” As blue decorates the floor, Hyeju’s bright skin turns red. Her hand pressing down into your thigh feels warm; that’s why she’s sighing so much, all from the heat of the ordeal.

You reciprocate that heat outward, sweat dripping down despite the cool air of your home. Hyeju explores more with her hands: she grabs at her breast, the one that isn’t being squished by Yerim, then feels your muscles from your abs, up your sides, to your arms. She looks between Yerim and you with pretty doe eyes. You almost remember she’s an idol, and this is the kind of look she gives her fans. Then you realize your balls are in her mouth and you forget everything about her. Her gaze is almost makes you also forget that your deepthroated cock is ready to explode into Yerim’s mouth any second.

She release your shaft from her throat to say: “Ohhh, you’re gonna cum soon, Daddy? Just let it out, cum for us, Daddy, please.”

Yerim tilts her head forward, jaw slack, lips parted by your cockhead, as your hot seed shoots down her throat. It hits the back of her throat, and she swallows reflexively. Her tongue swirls around your shaft, and then she pulls away to flick her tongue along its length, sending shivers down your spine. Once you’re all clean, she joins Hyeju in worshiping your balls, massaging them with her soft lips until you are nearly squirming off the couch with your last drops of seed—last only for the moment.

Hyeju is still stroking herself with her fingers at the foot of the couch, and your erection is maintained at the sight. She reaches for her shirt and pulls it up over her head so that while one hand rubs her clit, the other curls around her tit. It’s a majestic picture, how her digits dig and squeeze into the flesh. You’d do the same, but you have more in mind: you need to fuck those perfect tits. WIthout any thought, your cock is already pointed at the perfect cleavage between her tits. Copying Yerim’s habits, Hyeju drools on your shaft, coating it in strands of saliva. Any flushed embarrassment on her face is gone; she’s submitted to the fiery pleasure of the moment.

At once, Hyeju grabs your cock and aligns it between her breasts. The soft flesh engulfing your length makes you flutter, goosebumps up your arm. Your length slides up and down, spreading spit along Hyeju’s tits, and it leaks down her midriff. Yerim provides kisses all around with her plump lips, giving a tickle to Hyeju’s side before worshiping your ballsack. Never a minute goes by without your testicles being sucked.

“Daddy!” Hyeju whines while she bounces up and down. The word Daddy truly spills from Hyeju’s mouth without any shame, or how could there be shame in such a lecherous rasp, the begging eyes flashing between your rapt gaze and your dripping tip. 

When she squeezes her arms together to constrict your cock, you notice your arms feeling too stiff as they rest at your sides. So you place a hand behind her head. However, there’s no need to even nudge Hyeju to move; you’re only raking your fingers through her long hair.

She gets into the rhythm of sliding up, down, sticking her tongue out to poke at your tip, to lick up the drops of semen from your slit. “Your cock looks so yummy between my tits. I just wanna suck on it some more.”

Yerim interjects from underneath as she gives Hyeju’s right breast a rough smack with a palm. “Hey, that’s not fair! You already helped drain Daddy of cum with your lips. Just be a good girl and worship Daddy’s cock with your tits, okay?”

You never expected to see Hyeju pout for your cock, but there those lips go, letting drool slide from the corner. “Hmph, fine.” That “hmph” is accentuated with a further tightening of her arms, making her boobs feel like they were molded for you, predestined to wrap around your length. It’s a trapped fate long sought by you, ever since you started hooking up with Yerim. While you’ve had your share of fun with Yerim’s adorable handfuls—massaging, tasting, slapping (with hands and shaft)—Hyeju completely cocooning your cock is a novel thrill you’ll forever savor.

So, when you try to move an inch, you don’t even notice how close you are to your peak. One pump of your dick into Hyeju’s tits, and your next orgasm suddenly arrives—an eruption with no tremors. Hyeju’s chest, her pretty face, her needy lips, everything is covered with hot sticky seed. Your balls are tightening, your breaths gasping in spurts, your cock pulsing in tandem with your heartbeats. 

“Ohhh, yesss, Daddy~” Hyeju coos as she bounces faster, coaxes out your load. Underneath you, Yerim happily lets the spasmic spurts of cum fall on her and licks up the mess. Apparently, it’s not enough of a mess: with a firm grip, she pulls your dick away from Hyeju’s paradisiacal softness to jerk you empty. She taps your cock against her tongue, then her cheeks, before her lips goes straight to your sore and sensitive tip.

“Daddy’s cock, mmm.” Yerim moans against your cockhead. Her breath is hot and wet on your cock; you feel it all the way to the root of your shaft. “Daddy, I’m gonna get to have you all to myself." 

She licks around the head, and then she takes a big, warm breath through her nose, inhaling all of you in one slow breath. Her lips part with the intake of air, and then her tongue dives right down, licking the underside of your shaft. Your hips jerk uncontrollably and you groan, pushing forward to force Yerim’s mouth further down.

Yerim sucks harder, deeper, and moans around your length. "Nngh, I can’t believe you’re still so hard Daddy. I love sucking your cock, but we have so much more to do." 

Finally, she lets your dick free. Yerim makes a good point: how are you still erect? It must be the incredibly erotic situation, or maybe you turned into an Olympian overnight. Either way, you get off the couch and let the two girls get on. With her tongue, Yerim cleans the rest of your cum off of Hyeju and the two of them share the load, moaning and humming like it’s the most delicious dessert they could get their hands on. Hyeju ends up on all fours above Yerim lying down on the sofa.

"Daddy’s cum tastes so good,” Hyeju says, sticking her tongue out and letting some drip back into Yerim’s mouth. “I get why you’re so addicted.”

“Mhm.” Yerim nods. She pushes Hyeju off, pauses, then looks at you. “So who do you think is more of a slut, Daddy? Because obviously you knooow how much I need good dick all the time. But have you seen Hyeju?”

Scratch your head. You can barely think, let alone answer her question. “Uh.”

“Daddy,” Hyeju interrupts. “C-can you eat me out first?”

“Of course, baby girl.”

Yerim smiles. “Ooh. That means… one free Daddy dick for me!”

After a lot of trying to make positions work in your living room—the couch is too small; maybe you could contort Hyeju on your dining table while you’re sitting on a chair, but then Yerim is sitting, so that doesn’t work—the three of you decide to just walk to the bedroom, where there’s a bed and space and that’s what you should’ve done all along, oh well.

Once you’re finally in the bedroom, you lay Hyeju down on her back and get rid of the pesky shorts and underwear she’s been wearing since the night started. A kiss her cheek, then her neck, then down her collarbones. A gasp from Hyeju for each peck. You kiss around her navel, and she squirms under your touch. When your lips are pressed against the soft patch of hair between her legs, she’s practically purring. You never thought about how she’d be trimmed, but considering the skimpy outfits they wear sometimes, you realize how much it makes sense. Now, the image of ripping off one of her stage outfits sticks in your mind, but you’re pulled back into Earth by Hyeju with a hand in your hair.

You kiss her pussy, and she bites her lip in anticipation. Yerim leans down to watch, and the girls both moan at your attention. 

“I want Daddy to eat me out.” Hyeju is writhing in need to press her crotch into you while her fingers dig into your shoulders. 

Still, you take your time. Lick slowly from top to bottom, and let her enjoy the sensations. You feel her thighs tense up, and her hips rise. Your tongue flicks over the outer lips, her clit, and her inner walls twitch.

Hyeju is so wet; her juices are flowing, and her scent fills your nose. “Daddy…” Hyeju pants, her voice hoarse. “D-don’t be gentle.”

There is no want nor need to be gentle. This woman is so hot, and she feels amazing beneath your tongue. You want to extract every possible reaction, every particle of pleasure from Hyeju.

Yerim wants the same. You’ve never seen this look on her face. Of course, she’s the sweetest girl you know, but you know how she gets when she’s horny and she’s deprived of dick for two seconds. Right now, she’s positively feral. She’s biting her lower lip, grinding against Hyeju’s thigh. And then, she’s reaching behind Hyeju to grab your head. She presses her lips against yours and sucks your tongue, then she releases it only long enough for her to say, “Goddammit. Why does Hyeju’s pussy taste so good?”

“Daddy, can you keep… keep going?”

It’s not a question, no matter how sweet Hyeju’s voice can make it seem. It’s a demand. So you obey, and you devour Hyeju. You pull back—only a bit, half an inch, still able to feel the heat radiating from her pussy—and then you dive in again, plunging your tongue deep into her folds.

“But Daddy,” Yerim says, adding this cute little whine to her voice, “my pussy is so neeedy. Like, it needs your cock to split it open. Just because you’re eating Hyeju out doesn’t mean you can’t fuck me silly too, right?”

You pull yourself out from between Hyeju’s thighs for a moment. “Right." 

Once again, the three of you fumble around trying to find a position where you can fuck Yerim’s pussy senseless while devouring Hyeju’s cunt and tasting every drop; this time, at least, you have much more space to work with. Finally, you settle on a basic shape: the triangle. Its structural strength isn’t about physics, but rather logistics: You, Yerim, and Hyeju can all lie on your sides and pleasure each other. Hyeju and Yerim have already started making out, so it’s up to you to position yourself. Luckily, it’s not too hard, and you find your head between Hyeju’s thick thighs and Yerim’s legs wrapped around your waist.

The two girls look down at you with smirks. They can tell what your cock has to say from the stiffening. 

"Fuck me hard, Daddy~” Yerim whispers to you. “Make me squirm.”

“Of course, darling,” you reply. Your hands are free so you hold them up and rub them across Hyeju’s ass and her cheeks. She’s panting with arousal which also comes through her thighs in quivers and heat and sweat.

“Please, please, I need your mouth so bad.” Hyeju whimpers, her hips pushing downward until her pussy is right in your face, warm and wet.

As your lips seal against Hyeju, in one quick movement, your hips thrust forward and sink into Yerim’s wet folds. Your entire cock is buried deep within Yerim’s juicy, dripping pussy; your tongue is deep inside Hyeju’s pussy, lapping up the sweetest nectar you’ve ever tasted; and your hands are pressed up against Hyeju’s ass to push her down into your face and tongue. Yerim’s eyes roll back a bit as her hands grasp at your shoulders, her legs wrapping around your hips, and Hyeju’s legs do the same thing with your head. You’re locked in the best trap possible.

Heat radiates from Yerim’s insides, so warm that it nearly burns. Every little twitch and quiver of her pussy sends shockwaves through your throbbing shaft and causes you to shudder from the pleasure. Right now, it’s impossible to compare the two women—both of them are blowing your mind. So you do your best to keep up. You suck Hyeju’s clit harder and faster, plunging your tongue into her depths, and you squeeze her buttcheeks even tighter.

“Fuck, Daddy!” Yerim exclaims. “Your cock—ahh—your cock, d-don’t stop, please?”

“I’m not stopping, baby girl. I’m just getting started.”

“Mmm~” You can hear the smile in her voice. Her hands tighten on your shoulders, then loosen. “Oh god, Daddy, I’m gonna—”

With a growl, you pull back and plunge into her again, and this time you stay put. On the few occasions you get to breathe air instead of Hyeju’s pussy juices, you can see Hyeju sucking on Yerim’s neck. You can tell by the way Yerim is squirming that she wants to cum on your cock so badly. All of your hard work isn’t going to go to waste—she’s gonna finish, no matter what. Even though it might seem cruel to make her wait, you want this one to be the most intense climax of her life.

“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, pleeease.” Yerim has never begged this much in her life. You’ve teased her before, sure, but the fire of lust has completely consumed her. She sounds like she’s crying out in need of her orgasm.

“I’m gonna c-cum so hard… I’m going to cum in you. Fuck, I’m sorry, Hyeju.” You know the girl doesn’t want you to stop eating her out, but all you can think about is putting a creampie in Yerim (even if you’ve done that plenty before).

You sit up, wiping your mouth, and with one look, Yerim knows exactly what to do—hands and knees. Hyeju pouts again, but when she sees you gripping Yerim’s wide hips for dear life, she looks less distraught, more in awe at the raw strength. Yerim’s mouth opens when you begin pounding your cock in her tiny hole. The sounds of your balls slapping against her clit and her loud groans fill the room.

In and out, each penetration is its own dramatic event of force. Yerim’s moans turn into loud cries. You’re fucking her with all you’ve got—and when Yerim trembles, you know exactly what’s coming next. Hot, imminent, like lava bubbling toward the surface. It’s coming through her whole body, but especially her thighs jiggling; it’s coming through her cunt, soaking your length. She pushes down onto your cock, desperate for release.

“Daddy!” She moans into the pillow as she grips the headboard for support as if she was about to faint into them—and then she does just that as she cums on top of you at full speed, and you follow suit.

Your body shudders, and your balls pump out their load into Yerim’s depths. Yerim’s pussy squirts and leaks around your cock like a broken faucet, and you’re the one to break it. You squeeze her ass, and she cries out again, her thighs clenching as she rides out her orgasm.

“Oh fuck, I’m cumming, Daddy, I’m c-cum—” Yerim whimpers as orgasms ripple through both of your bodies one after another like waves crashing against rocks on a shoreline just before a tsunami hits it—waves that make a mess of everything in their wake before disappearing completely without leaving anything behind but sand, an unknowable, uncountable number of grains of bliss. However, the only things material left behind are all that thick seed in Yerim’s womb, trickling, flooding, and all that messy squirt on your sheets.

When it’s over…

Hyeju is still there waiting. Jealousy and need and above-all-else lust are painted on her face—crumpled brows, pursed lips, red cheeks, but most of all, smoky eyes that stare at your dick, noticing that—"You’re still so hard Daddy. Oh my god, I know I felt how full your balls were in my mouth but oh my god, I need it in me right now, please?“

You pull your cock out of Yerim’s creampied hole, a familiar sight but nonetheless pleasant to see. "Of course.” You stroke yourself until you’re ready for another round—doesn’t take too long. “Fuck, you’re so sexy. I know you’re gonna get the biggest load out of me.”

Hyeju looks up at you with those big eyes of hers that always seem so innocent even when they’re turned on like they are right now. She lays on the mattress, staring at your dick. “I’ve never had a dick like that inside of me. I can’t believe that fit inside of you Yerim.”

“I know,” Yerim says with a smirk. She’s still dazed from her orgasm, prone on the bed letting your cum leak out onto the sheets—again, you’re used to the sight (and you’re used to the cleanup too), yet still you revel in the naughtiness of creampieing a gorgeous idol like her. “You just have to let it stretch you out.”

Hyeju bites her lip and spreads her legs. She sighs deeply. “Daddy, please… again, don’t be gentle. I’m your little cocksleeve, okay?”

Aligning your shaft with her slit, you nod. “Of course. I would never with such perfect body.”

Your hands leave their position around Hyeju’s hips and move up to grip either side of her face. Push forward with all of your might, and you’re surprised your head slips through her folds with ease (but it helps that she wants it that bad). Your cock is so big that it takes a few seconds before she feels even half of its size inside of her; then, you slip further, and somehow, it’s tighter than any pussy has ever been before. It’s nothing like Yerim—Yerim was snug and squirty but not this tight; Hyeju is tight enough that it feels unnatural in the best way for your cock to fit inside of her, tight enough that it feels like vacuum suction pulling you because there’s nowhere to go but inward. Therefore, inward you go, her pussy lips sinking down until they’re completely stuffed, until you two are wholly attached.

In this missionary position, you’re so close to Hyeju that you can only see her face (and feel her tits pushing against your chest). So it surprises you, when you feel lips on your neck—Yerim and that damned oral fixation, always needing to do something with her mouth. You don’t mind though; it only spurs you on as you begin to slide your dick back out. Then, another deep thrust into Hyeju’s hole. She cries out when she feels herself being stretched out again by every inch of its length before it disappears once more. Despite that tightness, you see stress on her face: it’s emptiness, the same kind that Yerim feels when you’re not railing her every second. You can tell that Hyeju never she gets used to the sensation—she makes this sexy little noise when she feels herself being filled again, and empty again, then filled again, empty again, filled and…

Yerim moans while she fingers her own cream-filled cunt, digging some of your seed deeper as it seeps out from her pussy lips. “Fuck. Hyeju must feel so good, Daddy. I had trouble getting my fingers in that little hole. How are you fucking her this hard?”

Well, Hyeju did ask to be your little cocksleeve. You’d never admit it aloud, but even if she is as enthusiastic as ever, you know that Yerim is a lot easier to handle—that’s the sort of thing that comes with experience. The way that Hyeju squirms under you, still getting used to the shape of your cock, that’s what drives you to fuck harder. You’re not just trying to give her an orgasm or two anymore; you’re aiming to blow your load into her womb while she’s fucked absolutely brainless, her eyes devoid of anything but the feeling of your dick inside her. So the more you pump your shaft into Hyeju, the more pleasure you add: your hands go from her tits to her neck.

“Ooh, Daddy, are you gonna choke her? Slap her? You should,” Yerim says. “She’s practically begging for it with her eyes.”

You growl, and Hyeju’s posture becomes smaller, her head folding, her ears red—you’ve seen that one before.

“You’re right.” With one hand tightening fingers around her tender neck, you raise your other hand. You give Hyeju an intentful gaze and she nods. So you do it—smack—and the sound of the slap fills the room. Her cunt clenches, hard.

“Yes!” Hyeju cries out as you smack her again, on the other cheek, and again, one on her left breast, and again, one on her right. It’s not just a flush borne out of coyness or lust anymore; it’s a mark that you leave, and that mark looks so right on her tits. You can tell Hyeju agrees: she’s fucking herself into you as best as she can, and you reciprocate this feedback loop. She also has her hands on her own boobs, massaging the supple flesh and pinching the hardening nubs.

Yerim joins in on the fun, adding a hand to knead too. “God, your tits are so amazing, Hyeju.”

“Th-thank you.”

You’ll always be surprised at any timidity that comes out of Hyeju’s lips, whether it’s because she’s so used to being confident on stage, or because it seems she’s lost any sense of shame, taking your cock proudly and happily. Either way, it works for you—you love seeing her act shy sometimes. It makes you want to tease her further and drive home that she’s yours.

But you don’t have much time to indulge yourself with thoughts of teasing Hyeju, because Yerim grabs your dick mid-thrust. “I’m sorry Hyeju, but I neeeed more of Daddy’s cock.” She lies next to Hyeju and stuffs your cock into her already-used pussy.

Hyeju can barely react, and you aren’t sure if that’s a good thing or not. You’ve had a plethora of good things anyway, so you don’t mind sliding back into Yerim’s luscious hole. It’s so sloppy with her juices and your cum, but that doesn’t matter. You’re going to fuck her brains out regardless.

Yerim is your greatest temptation, addiction. When you think about it, it’s true: you’ve gotten off to her, with her, more times than anyone else, even more than you have alone. There are plenty of girls who you find attractive—for example, all the other members of LOONA—but none of them turn you on quite like Yerim does. It helps that she’s the one you get to fuck on a daily basis. So even if Hyeju might have the tightest pussy you’ve ever had, you gladly piston inside of Yerim as if there’s no tomorrow. But before Hyeju can even realize it, you’re back to fucking her too. It’s a difficult, dangerous charade to play, but you go back and forth, left and right between the two women. One moment, you’re pounding your throttlehold-tight cocksleeve, watching her tits bounce around; the next, you’re indulging in your cock-addicted slut, watching her legs jerk with every lunge. It’s perfection, the amalgamation of bliss, the way your dick never strays too far from the tight warmth of Hyeju or Yerim.

As you pound away at each woman, you notice that Yerim is starting to look worn down. She’s moaning less, her eyes rolling up in ecstasy as you continue to fuck her. She’s still got that cute little smile on her face, but it’s not as bright. Maybe she’s tired from the night before (when you ate her out even though she was sweaty from dance practice), or maybe she’s had too many orgasms today. Whatever it is, you know that Yerim won’t be able to keep up with Hyeju’s boundless stamina. It’s incredible that through your relentless pumping—the sticky sweat, the musky smell, and the heat of the room—Hyeju can still bring one hand down to play with her clit while the other keeps a firm hold of your balls.

That’s when you decide to take matters into your own hands. Your resolve to wear Hyeju down returns. Bring her down to her most primal state, to a melting pile of flesh and jumpy nerves. Without warning, you stop your reckless alternating pattern by pulling out of Yerim’s pussy. You sit back against your headboard, the two girls in a daze, then grab Hyeju by the hair from behind, sitting her petite yet juicy ass on your lap. Nectar from her pussy soaks down into your crotch as your hands squeeze her thin waist tighter. Her hips slide back and forth in need—after all, your cock is not yet inside and she looks back and she just wants it inside more than anything else. You slide up to her chest, left hand and right hand both cupping a breast, and pull her so that her back is against your chest. Then, finally, you plunge inside of her.

It’s a funny thing, how your dick can be slotted inside the most snug pussy you’ve ever felt, but all you can watch is Yerim drooling.

“Ooh… yesss.” Hyeju moans as you push into her. “Oh fuck, Daddy. I love being filled, love, love being your fuckdoll.”

You push into her as hard as possible until she screams. Again, you just see Yerim with her tongue drooping out of her mouth sloppily.

Turns out that your focus is warranted. Yerim lunges forward. Not only do you get the sensation of Hyeju’s tight cunt around your dick, but you also get the sensation of Yerim’s lips on your ear, sucking on your lobe. After that, you get to watch her indulge in Hyeju’s chest, and this is where the spit really begins. When Yerim has had enough time with her face in Hyeju’s cleavage, she starts to focus on those taut nipples, moistening them until they’re covered in spit, the same as when you first started the night.

“You’re such a good girl for Daddy,” Yerim says, looking up at Hyeju sweetly. You can feel Hyeju tightening up around your shaft, and it drives you to thrust into the girl in your lap harder. “Your tits taste so good. They’re made to be milked.”

Yerim emphasizes with a squeeze of her hand around the breast to which her mouth is latched. “Th… thank you.”

“You think when Daddy pumps you full of cum, you can really get some milk out of there?”

Such a small whine out of Hyeju’s lips for an even bigger reaction, her body shaking and trembling.

“Wow, that gets you going, huh?” Yerim can’t lay off the teasing tone, as much as she can lay off Hyeju’s tits. “That’s right, baby girl. Daddy’s gonna turn your womb into a sticky mess just like me, so the next time you cum all over his cock, your pretty tits can spray all that yummy milk.”

“Fuuck,” Hyeju says with a shiver coursing her nerves.

Your arms are tight around Hyeju now, and you’re hitting her deepest parts, as fast as you can, provoked by Yerim’s words. Though you creampie her plenty, this isn’t the sort of thing Yerim usually indulges in. But it’s clear now, by every needy motion of Hyeju, this is something they’ve been talking about, something she’s been wanting for a long time.

Yerim smirks. Once she’s done with the succulent meal of Hyeju’s boobs, she leans down, tracing a path with her tongue down Hyeju’s midriff. Hyeju wants to giggle, but there’s barely any breath in her. Truthfully, the same goes for you, after all this bouncing. The only reason you have any energy left in you is because Yerim is determined to make you cum more than you ever have, sending whatever seed you have left inside of Hyeju—she does this by using that hungry mouth for one last lewd act: licking your dick and your ballsack whenever Hyeju is lifted off your body. 

And truly, Hyeju is barely able to move on her own volition, barely able to sigh out her pleasure through her fatigued lungs. Grab her chin to make her look back at you, and you see that you’ve done it. Her eyes are empty, white as her pupils roll back, her mouth unabashedly open. She’s nothing more than her fit figure in your hands, her reflexes of her cunt clenching on your dick, a small and tight toy.

Despite the slower pace, it’s only for a brief second that Yerim gets the swipes of her tongue in; however, it’s enough for Yerim to clean the cream of Hyeju’s pussy off your cock, to make your muscles tense, to nurture Hyeju’s clit. In search of your orgasms, Yerim’s lips do not quit sucking and puckering and kissing the filthy connection between you and Hyeju. It’s persistent; it’s salacious—

It’s the audacity of it that makes you come. You feel your balls tighten, your shaft throbs, and you let out a groan of pleasure, the first of many. Hyeju can’t hide from the bliss striking her body either, and she lets out a big gasp of surprise. You’re just as surprised. How many orgasms have you had today? Yet, you’re turning Hyeju’s pussy into an overflowing receptacle for your seed, a pulsating, gripping thing. Any of your cum that flows out from her cunt onto your cock, Yerim makes sure none of it goes to waste. Persistent licks turn her tongue into the same sticky mess as Hyeju’s womb, a perfect cum-slurping tool, her saliva making it easy to coat the entire length of your shaft with your creamy load. And these two girls are going on stage the next morning with smiles on their faces, as if they weren’t wringing a man dry and being wrung dry themselves.

As you pull out of Hyeju’s pussy, your shaft still glistens with spit. Yerim gives a kiss on the tip as if to say, “Thank you, Daddy.” You’re not sure what kind of thanks it is when Yerim purses her lips around Hyeju’s labia and sucks out the cum from Hyeju, but it’s almost enough to stiffen your dick again—you’ve never been so sore in your life; it’s time to end the night.

Hyeju gives her own gratitude with a lengthy kiss on your neck as her legs writhe around Yerim’s head. When you look up, both women smile at each other, their eyes filled with satisfaction, and then that smile becomes pecks, and of course they’re so slutty that they’re sharing your creampie, swapping cum from Hyeju’s cunt along with their spit. How can you live life normally knowing this image will forever be embedded in your head?

“Fuck, you two are incredible,” you murmur. After making sticky spitty bridges and twisting tongues, Hyeju and Yerim finally get a chance to breathe.

“You’re the best, Daddy. We really need to do this again,” Hyeju replies, and Yerim gives a nod before jumping on you with a hug. Hyeju grabs onto your arm too, and the three of you fall asleep together in ocean floor depths of sleep.

Flawless ft. Wonyoung

Co-written with @kaedespicelatte

length ✦ 8587

genres ✧ Daddy kink, spanking, creampies, blindfolded, buttplug, (anal) princess!Wonyoung

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This flaw doesn’t count as a flaw.

Three minutes ago, Wonyoung was sitting on your lap—her “favorite seat”—but with that impatience, it became naughty grinding. A test for your self-control. Wonyoung had the slinkiest white dress wrapped around her body, more a towel or bathrobe than fashion. If she were making eye contact instead of having her back towards you, you would have had some embarrassing laundry to deal with. That was what her face did to you. She slid her ass up and down on your crotch, sitting harder, more restless than necessary for a regular chair. What subtlety. You were wearing pants, and your cock was begging to be free of them.

Three minutes later, you’re sitting on the edge of the king-sized bed, and Wonyoung is still on your lap. She’s in a new position though. Wasn’t too hard. With two hands around her slender waist, you picked her up like a misplaced toy. After bending her over, her stomach is on your thighs, and her ass is in the air. Sunlight brightens the already white room, and a beam trickling through thin curtains casts a perfect spotlight on her behind. The only thing stopping you from dropping your open palm where it belongs is one layer of expensive fabric. Now look who’s begging.

Impatience, so-called flaw, leads to perfection. No, this flaw can’t count.

Wonyoung’s head hangs. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“I don’t think you are.”

Who cares about truth. Imagine all you could do to Wonyoung in this compromised position. You could slide fingers under her dress, make her legs go limp, then bring her down to her knees, use her pretty mouth. Or you could tease with her more precise touches, feather the back of her neck or her ears, and send shivers through her whole body. You even entertain the thought of whipping out your burgeoning erection from your pants and finishing yourself off right then and there, just to ruin the pricey dress.

Your hand is on her ass, and there was never any other choice. The other hand begins the process, hikes the dress up her lithe legs, then you stop just under her asscheeks. You could stay here, stare at her thighs forever, kiss, lick, slide your cock between the smooth flesh, and though you could do as your imagination wished, you pull the hem of her dress up, revealing her thin white thong—there was never any other choice.

Wonyoung had to wear skimpy underwear for the photoshoot, and now it clings to her waist, her pussy lips. Look closer, and you find a strand of her excitement wetting the thong. All because you have her bent over. All because of the looming threat of your palm striking down. Wonyoung knows her impatience leads to satisfaction. That’s why, despite her quiet whimpers, she’s also shaking her ass; you’re certain it’s not even a conscious action.

A sharp noise follows the bluntness, the flesh jiggling. You should’ve lifted for the second strike, but in its own unconsciousness, your hand rests on her reddened asscheeks, your fingers settling in. A part of you wants to massage, soothe, and calm the woman whose hastily drawn breath was distressing. Then, she looks back. She shouldn’t have.

There’s no reason for your other hand to hit harder, to leave a deeper shade of cherry on her skin. No reason but her eyes. She says so much in a glance, a small thing. Wonyoung is tense, tired, and unsatisfied.

As much as she needs sleep or food or water, she needs this next slap on her ass. The shivers throughout her body manifest as waves of goosebumps flowing through her delicate skin. Every spank unravels her more and more—might as well pluck the ribbon off her chest.

With a hard enough spank, Wonyoung’s whole body jolts forward, causing hair to fall over her face. You slide her hair away from her eyes. One hand, you grab her face, squishing her cheeks together. Wonyoung’s eyes are pleading for you to give the reward.

“Are you my good princess?”

“Yes.” The meekness is not just in her voice but in the redness of her face.

With more and more of your rampant strikes, you notice again the underwear hanging on for dear life. Again, options. You could slide that thin fabric to the side and get your finger wetter than the faucet can. But you’re going to keep Wonyoung’s thong on. You don’t have to take it off to know what the rest of her body is telling you.

“Tell me, what do you want?”

Wonyoung stammers.

“Don’t pretend like you weren’t begging for it moments ago.”

She steels herself. “I want your cock inside me.”

You don’t know where she summoned that resolve, but you like the passion in her eyes. “Then get it.”

Of course, that means only one thing. Without delay, Wonyoung is on her knees in front of you. You remind yourself how often you have to thank every deity that you get to be in this position, that you get to witness the rarest form of a kneeling princess or whatever faultless being Wonyoung is.

If she had flaws, here in this room is where you would expose them. If she had flaws—but then, of course, she doesn’t; how could the sparkle in her eyes be a flaw? How could reverence, worship, all in a hint of a look turned to a gaze in its length? How could she do nothing yet do everything to the fire inside you hardening and lengthening your shaft to some impossibly maximal extent in front of Wonyoung’s face—how, if not for her freedom from flaw?

It was small touches then that pulled you into such a stupor that let your guard down; it’s small touches now that pull you out of your reminiscing. One of her small hands is on your sack, and her fingers graze carefully. Wonyoung giggles when she sees your dick jump at the touch.

“Daddy, you have so much cum for me, don’t you?”

You growl. Even if she didn’t notice the electric jolt her mere touch sent, she must certainly notice the firmness of your balls. She can’t hide the smile. Of course, she notices. Nothing gets past Wonyoung. That hint of a smirk on her lips becomes something else, a letter.

Oh.

And now its round, plump shape is on your cockhead, wettening, worshiping—would’ve been eye contact if you weren’t meeting her pupils with the whites of your eyes. Was on your cockhead, but now those lips are further down your length, miraculous. How can anything be that soft. How can anything give you so much pleasure. How can questions not even be questions because you don’t have that kind of faculty of mind with Wonyoung sliding her mouth, moist with spit, slathering your cock. There was a room here, there was a bed, there was the light of the sun, and none of those things exist.

When Wonyoung sucks dick, she’s in a flow state too. Lips, up, down, eyes, down, up. Lick, kiss, lick, swallow. Her specialty is the way that she bookends every suck with a kiss as if she’s making out with your cock, leaving lipstick smudged. Her lips just naturally fall onto your flesh, like they were meant to be there to soothe and nurture. The seduction of her gaze comes naturally the same way that saliva naturally flows out of the edge of her mouth when your length jabs at her throat.

Only for a moment can you look at her, accept that gaze. It’s already too much sensation, feeling her stimulate your cock, but when you see that perfect pretty face impaled on you, you can barely hold back. Not that she can either. You thought she was wet when you were spanking her, but there’s a veritable sliver of translucent juice from between her legs. Every stroke of her mouth brings a little more wetness.

A pulse in your core. Every stroke of her mouth brings a little more of what’s trapped in your sack. Deliberately sampling, Wonyoung taps the tip of her tongue at the seed dripping out, and she lets out a small moan of delight.

“Daddy, I love the taste of your cum. But I need it somewhere.” Wonyoung’s wandering hands move down her own torso till she rubs her midriff for emphasis. There was no other ending to begin with.

Wonyoung ends the blowjob with a purposeful gag, getting spit to run down from her thick lips to her expensive necklace. It’s elegant, shiny, understated. These would have all been ways you would have described Wonyoung—then you clean up the saliva on her collarbone with a finger, and she grabs your digit with her mouth, suckling.

It’s a picture you wish you keep forever, but not even the perfect photograph could capture the high in your system. She’s eager, bouncy, and ready for however you’re about to ravage her.

Not that ready though.

Wonyoung yelps when you pull her off the ground, off her knees, and practically carry her like she’s just a couple bags of groceries. It’s cruel, your love of watching any speck of confidence disappear from Wonyoung. You could tell some kindling inside of her was being sparked as she sucked your cock. Every time she steals a degree of heat from your body, a breath of air from your lungs, a thought from your head, she gets off from it. But what gets her off even more—watch her panties; they’re getting even darker—is when you have your hands on her wrists—oh, how slender, how easy she is to hold down. You have to suppress yourself from some absurd animalistic noise, from some immediate urge to take her right now. Other plans await, and begin at your word:

“Such a naughty, naughty princess. How can you be this beautiful, this perfect, yet still so filthy?”

Hands held against the bed, Wonyoung looks up at you in total surrender. “D-daddy… it’s, it’s your cock.” Then her eyes go down your body.

A Sword of Damocles above her midriff. Wonyoung’s words came with dripping desperation, or in other words, drool; it matches how your cock is slathered in her spit. You slap your shaft against her stomach, then trace a finger around her belly button.

“After I fuck you into a bumbling mess,” you say with a paradoxical lightness, “I’m going to breed you, fill you up, deposit every last drop into your womb.”

Then you start to finger her, no restraint in the pumping of your digits into her slit. Wonyoung is half-surprised at the suddenness, half-pouting that it’s not your dick deep inside her. Two fingers in and out, mechanical yet you have a familiarity with her body that ensures she’s in a daze. Watch her slender frame twist and writhe in pleasure, and you watch with a wry grin.

Your tone follows your smile, your confidence. “These sheets look so expensive. It’s a shame that we’re about to ruin them.”

After all, it’s so surprisingly easy to bring her mind past the brink. Fingers rub that soft spot several inches deep, while one digit begins to focus on that small nub past her pretty pussy lips. Barely takes a minute or two for your fingers to get Wonyoung squirting all over them. Warm slickness covers your digits, your forefinger slipping in between her folds. Your thumb rubs circles around her clit as she convulses beneath your fingertips.

Wonyoung groans loudly. When your wrist brushes across her neck, she goes rigid, whimpers cut off by an exhale.

The deliberate exit of your fingers spells the end of this prologue that’s dragged on for far too long, and Wonyoung seems to share the sentiment. Her eyes shine with a familiar glee as she guides your hands behind her. Her thin digits exude uncharacteristic strength to tug yours beneath the silkiness of her dress, almost as if she’s hinting at something as she leans ever so slightly forward—

“Time for the main course, Daddy?” Wonyoung asks, the angelic smile dimpling her face yet again.

No more time nor patience for panties on her legs, the dress on her body. As much as she needs your dick, you need her completely bare and ready for you to ravage. Expensive clothes, soaked underwear, thrown to the floor like it’s nothing. It is nothing.

You pull off the dampened sheets, push her back down onto the mattress. Wonyoung opens her mouth without a hint of trepidation and stretches her arms out to pull you in for a kiss, but you realize you haven’t removed your clothes either, so you tear your pants, your shirt, everything else off your body in half a motion.

“Come stuff your big fat hard cock in me, Daddy.”

Even the most ridiculous sentences coming from Wonyoung’s lips sound elegant. You climb over the foot of the bed and straddle her thighs, letting your hips settle atop hers, then let your lips graze hers. Your hands aren’t nearly as gentle, a rough grasp on her breasts and a finger sliding on her slit.

Wonyoung moans softly, her tongue curling into your mouth. You kiss harder, her legs wrapping around yours, her fingers digging into your back, her fingernails scratching at your skin. You moan against her lips, her tongue parting yours, then pushing into your mouth. Your fingers dig into her hips as you start to move, grinding against her, your cock throbbing, wetting the sheets beneath you.

Your lips leave hers though your eyes never leave. As you align your cock at her entrance, Wonyoung gives you a nod. There’s always that adorable glint of uncertainty like it’s the first time. Always feels like it. See, your thick cock can’t ever just slide inside Wonyoung’s tiny hole; it’s almost unnatural; you’d break her in half. That’s why you have to do everything to make her torrentially wet. You do everything from teasing her slit with your tip, sliding it up and down, to caressing every inch of her skin, never letting Wonyoung cool down from the flames you’re stoking. Slap, slap, you slap your length against her labia, and Wonyoung lets out small yelps.

Slow, slide in. Time slips. Who knows how long it took for you to push your shaft all the way inside. The clock doesn’t, you’re keeping as little track as the timepiece on the wall, and Wonyoung’s eyes are rolled back so far she might even see her brain short-circuiting.

You guide her cheek to look at you as you bottom out, and the two of you savor the combination. It’s nothing new—you’ve fucked the wind out of her plenty before—but you really can’t get enough of perfection. Perfection is the way her long legs tremble, the way her mouth doesn’t know whether to tense in harsh tightness or smile dumbly, the way she gets even redder when you lean down for a kiss.

A few strokes, enough friction to set off fireworks in your skull. One thrust, one. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven—there must be some other number to which you count—who knows what it would be. You let go of her hand to push against the mattress and find some stability: you’re about to make the bed creak; you’re about to fuck Wonyoung into the bed. When she opens her eyes, eyelashes fluttering, and smiles at you, your so-called free will is limited again. There’s nothing else to do but to thrust deeper, faster, harder. Wonyoung’s gasping voice echoes through the walls as you bury your cock in her, pounding her, stretching her, filling her.

Already, the world melts away until it becomes only fundamental sensations: the warmth of her cunt milking your dick, her nails scratching along your back, the sight of her flushed cheeks, her puffy lips, the sweat dotting your brow, the smell of her sweet perfume.

That’s not just the bed now: Wonyoung is squeaking, mewling as you pound her. Her legs quiver, her toes curl, and she’s grabbing at the sheets, crying out. You’re fucking her as hard as possible, but you need harder. You want to shatter the universe with each stroke, rip a hole in reality because the momentary euphoria after orgasm is nothing compared to this overwhelming bliss. Then again, it looks like her glee is certainly reaching new heights.

You groan louder than she does, bellowing like a wild beast as you plow into her pussy. It’s not just your balls that are swollen; your whole body is taut, your heart thudding against your chest. But you need this moment to last longer, and Wonyoung feels too damn good like this. The way her pussy clenches as her body shakes when she orgasms is too much for you to handle. After fucking Wonyoung through her climax, you stop for a moment, earning pouting and whimpering from the girl beneath you.

“Why?” she whines.

You only give her an acknowledging grunt before you wrap your arms around her back to pick her up. With her limber limbs, it’s so easy to twist her until she has her long legs folded above her head, her back against your chest. It’s as if she’s a mere toy to your strength.

Wonyoung confirms it herself: “Oh, fuck, Daddy, I’m your fuckdoll, please, fuck me hard.” She’s gasping even though you’re the one doing all the work.

She’s perfectly content to just let her eyes roll into her head, to let her thoughts become null and void. Why would Wonyoung need to think when she can just get pistoned hard by that big cock making her pussy sore and begging for more. She’s perfectly content to just let her eyes roll into her head, to let her thoughts become null and void. Why would Wonyoung need to think when she can just get pistoned hard by that big cock making her pussy sore and begging for more. Automatically, her hips buck against your thighs as you slam your cock against her pussy.

You can see how wet and slippery she is with just a glance downward. A waterfall of pussy juices slides down her thighs and drips onto the floor. Your cock is already coated in wetness from previous thrusts into Wonyoung’s tight hole. You want to feel your warm load spurt out and drench every inch of her insides, but not yet. She’s buckling and shaking. She wants the exact same—no, she needs it even more. Giving Wonyoung kisses on her neck, she strains her head back, her mouth open with a sound she’s struggling to get out through heavy breaths. You too are feeling the burn in your thighs. You have to tighten your grip around her knees to make sure you’re still carefully holding the most precious, delicate person to you (not that you’re treating her as such). No matter how light she may be, it requires considerable effort on your part. So after slowing down your pace of fucking, you take a few steps towards the wall, still keeping Wonyoung’s legs over her head, your dick well-impaled inside her cunt.

With your back to the wall, you can thrust as hard as you want. You find depths and intensities that you didn’t know were possible. Her pert little ass bounces against your waist, sweat drips down both your bodies, and slight yelps turn to shouts that test the hotel room’s noise insulation.

“W-wow, Daddy!” Wonyoung cries out when you resume your torrid pistoning, “God, keep going, ohhh, yes, I’m gonna cum soon.”

Here’s the flaw, returning, a ghost. It haunts in a small way. It reminds you of your flaws: your climax is soon to arrive. But when you look at her body and her angelic face as she turns back to look at you, open-mouthed, you want this flaw to dissipate, to stay in this moment forever. So yet again, you interrupt her impending cumming by throwing her onto the bed. So yet again, she looks like a plaything, a perfect one, but one so easy to throw nonetheless.

“Fuuck.” Wonyoung takes many long breaths. A slight, vague smile.

After all, she’s not so fragile; you knew that. The first time you fucked her, the back of a big black van with tinted windows, you couldn’t even pretend like you could hold back. This is where your role as her favorite seat started. The two of you were testing the van’s suspension— there weren’t exactly any potholes for the parked car to drive over. After you got over the tightness of her cunt, you were pulling her hair as she was clawing into your back, and she called you “Daddy” just as she’s repeating now.

“Daaddy. Come here.”

Watch how her heart beats out of her chest, how the flawless flaw never even crosses her mind because she’s too lost in her lust. Though already parted by your cock, she spreads her pussy more and looks at you with a twinkle that’s far too innocent, and lips that can’t pretend the same innocence as they drip with drool.

“Please. I need to cum on your cock.” You can’t ever resist a begging Wonyoung for too long.

Once you climb back onto the bed, you position yourself above her chest, placing your cock right across her face. “You need it that bad, huh?”

Wonyoung nods assuredly, and places as many kisses as she can on your balls, on the underside of your cock, before letting your tip rest on her suckling lips.

“Looks like you do.” Of course, you’re going to breed her, but you have to get a real taste of her throat while you’re here. Though she always pushes herself as deep as she can when she gives you her loving blowjobs, it’s not the same as fucking her face.

So when you grab the bottom of her lip, Wonyoung knows exactly what you want. You push your hips forward, and your cock slides right—well, there’s that barrier first. Back of her mouth, causing her to choke. You like the way her eyes water. You get a little more when you place your hand on her throat, a sadistic glee when you feel the bulge against her neck. Her arms struggle, and you let that helplessness linger for a little longer.

Wonyoung looks nearly pissed at you when you finally release your hold, both your cock and your hand. You’ve watched her take your shaft down her throat for so long—such addiction to the taste (maybe that’s another flaw)—she almost passed out. With this next thrust, you watch, and feel, her outstretched tongue slide against the bottom of your shaft, and this time, you start to ramp up in speed, until her mouth becomes another pussy for you to fuck. You love to hear the “glugh” sounds from every deep insertion, love to see her eyelids twitch and eyebrows raise. It’s almost as if you don’t have the most beautiful face underneath you, just some fleshlight.

But as much as you’d love to fill her throat with cum, you remember what your end goal is. You dismount from her chest and ask her, “You said you wanted to cum on my cock, right?”

“Yesss, Daddy.”

You know exactly what makes her even more sensitive.

You get up, and Wonyoung watches you as you grab a white cloth strip by the bedside. You’re not even sure why the hotel provides it—it’s a thin small towel? —but it’ll suit your needs perfectly.

With a come-hither gesture, Wonyoung sits up.

You wrap the cloth around her eyes. “You trust Daddy, right?”

“Of course. Do whatever you want with me. I’m your princess, your toy.”

“Good girl.” Before returning to pick Wonyoung up again, you grab a couple other things from a bag—a shiny metal buttplug, a small bottle of lube. You set them aside.

You’ll always love throwing Wonyoung around on a bed. It’s just too easy, too fun to listen to the squeals. After you flip her prone onto her stomach, her pert little ass is right there—you have no choice but to give each cheek a spank. Two spanks. Three for good measure. Then, grab her hips and lift them up. Right now, there’s no point blindfolding Wonyoung when she’s in this face-down ass-up position. But you have other plans.

A favorite pastime of yours: slapping your cock against Wonyoung. This time, her needy cunt is the target, and every slap earns an adorable yelp, though muffled by the sheets.

Wonyoung is desperately trying to fuck her pussy into your cock, but she can’t see anything.

“Please, Daddy, put it in, put it in! Daddy, please, I need your cum in me so bad, I need it, I do.” The whine in her voice is genuine, the lack of seed inside Wonyoung leaving her unfulfilled in a despondent way.

So you decide to go ahead. As you guide the tip of your cock to its destination, you press the base of the shaft against the crack between her asscheeks, spreading them wide open with two hands digging into the flesh and exposing the entrance to her vagina.

Wonyoung is ready to let out a scream that echoes off the walls. And once she realizes that you haven’t actually shoved your penis into her, she moans and pants and says, “Oh God, oh Daddy, don’t tease me like thaaat, pleassse. I’ll do anything for you if you put that monster cock inside of me. Put it inside of me, Daddy.” She tries to say something else, but then she chokes. Her hands move under the sheets, grasping for the bedsheet as her body shudders and trembles. You slide your dick between her pretty pussy lips, between her asscheeks, collecting all the wetness, and while you’re at it, adding a bit more with generous spit.

“Remember what you were practicing for before we left?”

Between groaning and whimpering, as you press the tip of your cock up and down her slit, tempting to put it in, Wonyoung manages to let out a little “hmm?”

You grab the metal plug next to you and balance it on her ass. You love seeing her head tilt in confusion at the cold metal.

“What’s that, Daddy?”

“Can you guess?”

“Uhh…”

You then grab the bottle of lube and squirt an ample amount on her butt. Some of it drips down her back, sending chills to the spine underneath, while most of it drips between her buttcheeks. To make sure it doesn’t go to waste, whatever drips, you collect with a finger then spread on her asshole, carefully teasing her by never actually putting your finger inside.

She shudders. “Oh.” Shudders again. “Ohh, ffuuck. Yes, yes, y-yes. Daddy, are you gonna do it?”

You smile.

Her breathing comes in shallow gulps as she feels the buttplug press against her tight hole and your cock seated on her pussy lips, a two-fold tease that leaves her frustrated—you and she both know she deserves it. Then it’s a long whine into the pillows when you just massage her asscheeks and thighs for a while. She looks back even though she’s blindfolded; you realize it’s so that she can show off her sweet pout.

You slowly sink the buttplug into her ass. You can’t get enough of the way her hole widens around the plug, clinging and expanding, while the rest of Wonyoung’s body tenses up.

“You okay?”

Though she whimpers, she also nods. You pause for a few moments after hearing her cry out, enjoying her pleasure as her asshole clenches tightly around the cold metal plug. You squeeze her cheeks together, holding her still as you thrust halfway in and out.

“Oh, fuuuck, Daddy, is that what it’s gonna feel like when you fuck me there?”

“Even better princess. It’s gonna be warm and thick and you’re gonna feel all my cum inside your tummy.”

“Ahh!” she yelps out when you finally push the plug into its hole. “Fuck me. I’ve been a good girl.”

You reach over and grab your cock which resting on Wonyoung’s quivering pussy lips and slide your shaft between her asscheeks. feeling her shiver in response. “Really? How many times have you begged me to put my cock inside your tight little ass, princess?”

“I dunno… too many to count,” Wonyoung whispers as she starts grinding her hips back and forth to meet your strokes.

“Doesn’t sound like a good girl.”

“But I am? But I am!” Her tone is sugary sweet.

“Still not sure this pussy deserves it. See, you’re pushing your ass into me like a greedy slut.”

“Nnnh, but I’m your slut, Daddy. I’m a slut for your big dick, and that makes me a good girl, the best princess.” All the while, she keeps thrusting back into you, when suddenly, her cunt slurps your cock up, your tip suctioned like it’s nothing. Wonyoung is so talented that she doesn’t even need to see to fuck her pussy into your cock. She groans. “See, Daddy, that’s where it belongs.”

You grunt in disapproval, but you’re already inside of her and pulling out is one of those Thor feats—not for humans like you. So in one snap of your hips, you drive your cock into her pussy, and to show your annoyance, you slap her ass over and over, re-reddening the sensitive skin from earlier.

“Ahh! Daddy!”

“That’s right, princess.” In and out, every pistoning motion is blowing your mind, especially how she reciprocates every thrust with one of her own, fucking herself into your crotch, but you can’t let that stop your reprimand. “You have to learn your lesson.”

She can only repeat her yelps and mewls which only grow louder when you slam yourself against her G-spot, reach for her clit, toy with the buttplug in her ass by pulling it out slightly and letting it go for her asshole to receive once again. Wonyoung’s whole body is trembling with desire. Her pussy is contracting and molding to the shape of your cock—must be intense without sight. Her cries echo off the walls, the only way she knows she’s still in this room. “Daddy, Daddy, please, I’m begging you. Fill my pussy up, fill it with cum. Give me the biggest load ever.”

Without warning, you pull out—so you do have some deity blood in you—flip her over onto her back, then grab her ankles, spreading her legs and lifting them up.

Wonyoung is still blindfolded, so there’s no way for her to know when you’ll resume your pounding. “Daddy, are you gonna keep—oh!”

Of course, you don’t delay. In this mating press position, Wonyoung can’t use her arms or shoulders to resist, so you take full advantage. Her petite breasts bounce freely beneath her as you pound her cunt mercilessly, slamming her against the mattress, giving her the kind of hard, fast, rough fucking reserved for pornstars, not princesses and idols like her. Your balls slap against her crotch and she gasps out loud, calling your name while her nails claw the bedsheets. That buttplug and the blindfold contribute to making Wonyoung’s inner walls clench your shaft tight. Even without being able to see what’s happening, her screams tell you everything about how she’s feeling. How close she is.

Your rhythm is relentless yet calculated. You know her body well enough to slow down just right so that she doesn’t cum yet. You’re not just trying to edge her, though that is part of your impetus. The timing needs to be perfect.

As much as she’s begging, you hold off until you hear her start crying in frustration. She’s completely unintelligible, barely getting out words: “Cum, Daddy, please, cum, cum, I need, I’m, princess, nnhgh, inside, fuck, mm, fuck.”

Wonyoung arches her back whenever you plunge deep into her, forcing her to stretch out further. To feel her pussy wrap your cock at its tightest, you bring her feet together, holding her legs up in the air above her. Every time you bury your member within her, you watch her mouth drop open as she lets out a breathless scream.

You let go of her legs, and they naturally spread out on the mattress. Your shaft is completely engulfed by her walls. You lean down to kiss her neck, her collarbones, her shoulders, all milky white.

Wonyoung gives you an innocent smile, unable to see. Then you thrust once. “Your cock…” Twice. “Makes me so…” Three times. “So happy.”

The smile doesn’t fade though. You can’t see her eyes, but they must be filled with bliss. Listen to her giggling. Then, as you pick up the pace, she bends her head back and with her mouth open, her tongue falls out naturally. Look at this. Perfection. It must be.

Her pussy’s spraying out copious amounts of juices; look, you’ll get the pages wet, or the words wet, or whatever. Wonyoung is tense yet shaking at the same time. Your shaft has never felt so throttled before. There’s no artist nor writer that can completely explain the heights of pleasure you’re both peaking towards. Your balls contract as the seed builds up within your testicles, waiting for release.

The orgasmic wave hits you first, ripple upon ripple through your entire body. No ink could possibly draw the mess you made inside Wonyoung’s womb. Then the next wave hits Wonyoung. This is where the words fail for the wild sounds that break through. Where the words learn imperfection because they could never achieve the same bliss that Wonyoung is feeling in her shaking and her shouting and her cunt clenching your throbbing, spurting cock. There was never art; if you tried to explain its existence, it would have to go up against this kiss, these tongues, yours and Wonyoung’s. This was closer to the raison d'etre, closer to the divine, closer to the best descriptions of the fluids and feelings between your crotches right now. Wonyoung’s face goes from pain to bliss to confusion to pure euphoria and back again and all of these were without flaw. Her eyes are hidden, but all else is clear: the red of her cheeks, the raising of her eyebrows, the pull of her lips any which way. All this while warm cum spills out and makes her pussy all creamy as it milks your cock for all the seed inside, and maybe this vulgar truth, so flawed, is the best any one man can do. Maybe these last few thrusts are the best you can do.

There were flaws because it ended because it had to, and there weren’t flaws because the moment happened because it always had to.

A few more ins and outs, ins and outs, lazy, lazy, slow. You’ve never seen so much white coat your shaft, never seen so much white flow out from between Wonyoung’s legs.

Wonyoung’s hands flail weakly in front of her face, and her body sways from side to side. Her hair falls across her forehead and you run your fingers along her scalp.

“Are you okay, princess?”

Her body stiffens for a second and she pulls her hair away from her eyes. When she nods, you lay next to her. “Fuck. Your cum is the best, your cock is the best… you’re the best, Daddy.”

“You too.”

The two of you stay like that for quite a while, neither wanting to move since the afterglow of such intense lovemaking hasn’t left either of you yet.

“Hey,” she says eventually. “I’m going to wash up.”

You stop her when she reaches for the cloth around her eyes. “Wait, not yet.“

Wonyoung’s head tilts. "Huh? But I’m sweaty, Daddy.”

Perfect.

“Follow me,” you say. You grab the bottle of lube still on the bed next to you.

With her hand in yours, you lead Wonyoung across the room. She steps carefully as you bring her to the bathroom. Take a moment to glance at her full body in front of the large round mirror, covered in sweat, dripping with cum, nothing on but a blindfold and buttplug—a far cry from the elegance of the photoshoots and the modeling she’s been doing. Wonyoung is perfectly lit by the LEDs surrounding the mirror, an artisan’s statue before you.

“You look so beautiful like this,” you say. Cup her tits; they fit perfectly in your hands. Wonyoung squirms, not expecting the touch. Your lips find their way onto her addictively delicate neck once again, peppering her with kisses hard enough to plant hickies all over. This time, however, she tastes different—the sweat glazing her skin smears a hint of saltiness all over your tastebuds. "You taste so beautiful, sound so beautiful, everything. You’re such a perfect princess.”

“Where are we, Daddy?”

Finally, you remove the blindfold.

“Ohh.” Wonyoung leans on the edge of the sink to look at herself. Can’t blame her. You gaze at her too; making eye contact with Wonyoung in the mirror messes up your pulse a beat as always.

You stand behind her, your cock nestling just right between her buttcheeks. (The metal of her buttplug is cool to the sensitive touch of your tip.) Point to the small plastic bottle you set down on the marble countertop. “Look at this. You know what that is, don’t you?”

“Y-yes, Daddy. That’s the lube.”

You smile sweetly at Wonyoung. “Do you know what I’m going to do with that?”

Wonyoung nods. Her legs rub together in anticipation of what’s to come, and as the realization really sets in, her butt wiggles in the most cock-teasing way possible. She slides her ass against your soft—now, half-hard—cock.

“Don’t just nod, use your words instead.”

“S-sorry. D-daddy is going to fuck my ass—”

“Be more specific. Come on, you can do better than this.”

“D-daddy is gonna pull the buttplug out of my ass, and, and bend me over the sink,” Wonyoung bites her lower lip as the shade of red on her face thickens, “and—and then put the lube in me and, uh, and stretch my tight little asshole with his big fat cock—”

“Bingo, clever girl.” You give her another quick peck on her cheek. “So what are you waiting for?”

Wonyoung places her elbows on the sink’s counter, leans forward, arches her spine, and raises her heels, presenting her ass. The metallic buttplug sparkles and you reach for the bright toy. At the slowest possible speed, you work the plug out, earning whimpers from Wonyoung’s lips. It pops out with a satisfying sound, and her asshole is subtly gaped by the small insertion. You throw the metal toy to the corner of the bathroom countertop.

“I feel so empty, Daddy. Fill me.”

Reach for your erection and—when did you get this hard again. Must’ve been when you watched your seed drip between Wonyoung’s long legs. Must’ve been when you tasted her petite tits. No, no, it must be—Watch her eyes in the mirror, how they flash these different emotions, but they’re all as foggy as the reflective surface. A touch of fear—she knows just how much bigger your dick is than the buttplug—a bit of exhaustion from the first session—so much cum in her womb that she had to have been bred—but the biggest portion is crystal clear lust. In itself, a reflection of your own hunger.

No, no, she’s hungrier. First, Wonyoung notices the cum spilling from her cunt and quickly scoops some of it. But in tasting your load, she starts to drool and you can see the idea form in her head. She opens her mouth, drools out a glob of spit, and rubs her hands. Then, she reaches behind her with both hands, quickly finding your dick to work with those drool-covered palms and digits. If you weren’t sure about your hardness, now you are. She spends some time stroking and twisting her pretty fingers on half of your shaft while rubbing your cock’s tip against her ass.

No matter how good this feels, eventually, you have to stop her. You grab the bottle. Same as the first time, you waste a good amount of it by letting it fall down her ass and legs because the way her skin glistens even more is mesmerizing. You come up with good ideas quickly too; you slather your shaft with the lube that’s dripping down, rubbing yourself all over her thighs, her buttcheeks, even collecting some of your cum from her pussy lips. Whatever fluids you can get, you need.

“You’re Daddy’s toy, right?” You grip your now sufficiently slick cock with your hand, your tip resting right on the squinting hole.

“Mmmhm.”

You whisper, “I’m breaking you then.” Push your cockhead forward into her asshole, and you begin to slowly inch it deeper and deeper.

Wonyoung whimpers softly. You want her to cry, but not yet. You can’t wait to get past her sphincter muscle, though the tightness around your cockhead already feels heavenly. Deep breath, push harder. You grunt as you feel something, or maybe everything, loosen, every muscle fiber of her body loosens at the thickness penetrating her. Wonyoung lets out a little yelp; you know it won’t stay quiet for long. Her petite ass is being split apart by your cock in an addicting way. Addicting in sight, addicting in sensation. You can’t get enough because how can you get enough of this flawless feeling. This pressure on your shaft is pressure in your mind so that even the first insertion is even more extreme than fucking her freshly-creampied pussy.

Feels too good already. A rush of pride knowing you took her anal virginity. You are fixed in place, your legs locked, your feet firm where they are. So Wonyoung is the one who fucks her ass into your cock. It takes much effort on her part, however. She’s adorable when she tries to wiggle herself down into your shaft, especially since she has to go through the strain of your width against her tight hole.

Every time Wonyoung does anything, it’s in earnest. Wonyoung can let you take charge, yet she’s fighting for every inch of your cock, for the glory of having you as her seat, as she always does. After long groans and tight grasps—you’re holding her hips; she’s holding the sink—your dick is fully lodged within her asshole, which squeezes and stretches your shaft, already begging for your load.

You think for a moment that you have to start slow here, but Wonyoung, the burgeoning anal slut, immediately starts bouncing like a bunny—funny, it’s not like you can breed her ass, but damn is Wonyoung trying her best to find out if that’s possible. While you’ve let go of her waist, Wonyoung is pushing her hands into the mirror, leaving her hot breath as fog.

Other than your own moans, you can only clench your fists and your jaw and your neck and every muscle in your body feeling Wonyoung’s anal entrance grip up and down your cock over and over. An incredible warmth, even as you re-apply lube. She does not stop backing her ass into you at a rapid pace.

You’re wordless, no dirty talk, no punishing Wonyoung for her boundless need. You’re happy to accept Wonyoung as she quickly gets accustomed to the sensation, seeing how her eyes are rolling up into her head and her mouth is contorting with unsure pleasure.

Surprisingly, she has plenty left to say.

“Daddy…oh, Daddy!”

Well, it’s more than you at least.

Wonyoung throws her head back, squeezing her eyes shut. Her voice barely audible as she moans, she says, “Your dick, mmnh, is so huge, Daddy! Ohhh… ffuck, ngh, it hurts so good. I need it, I need it all.”

Her arms tremble slightly as she rocks her hips faster, her breasts heaving from the exertion and excitement. Your balls hit her cheeks with every powerful thrust into you. You’ve never ceded so much control to this girl before, but when you’re receiving the privilege of anally fucking Wonyoung, you’ll take whatever, however.

“Gonna cum in my ass too, right? Gonna cum in both my holes, turn me into a total cumslut for you Daddy, a complete, hnh, whore for your cum.”

She sounds like it. That much is for certain. As much as your cock in her ass is a new feeling for her, it’s totally novel for you too. Not even the tightest grip with your own hands could compete. And it’s a messy endeavor, what with all the lube that you squirt on and the sweat and the carnal smell of sex. Pussy juice forms strings from Wonyoung’s quivering pussy. Your every pounding slam into her butthole is accentuated by shivering from her legs, arching from her back.

You watch Wonyoung tire herself out trying to fuck her ass on your dick, trying to milk out your cum into her tummy. Hold her sides again, but your hands can’t stay in one spot for long. You reach up towards her chest and play with her erect nipples; you spend a dozen or two dozen thrusts with your hand around her neck, on her mouth, making her eyes water; you grab her hair and pull forcefully—no grip is enough. She was supporting herself by placing her hands on the sink, but her elbows collapse at the intensity. You catch her and slow down.

Keep in mind Wonyoung’s tight ring is still wrapped around the base of your cock. So your words come out short and breathless. “Are you okay?”

Wonyoung gulps and nods slowly.

“Hmm.” You wrap your arms around her torso and the two of you shamble toward the large rectangular tub in the middle of the room. Sitting down against the bathtub’s edge, you’re right where you started: Wonyoung using you as her chair.

In the mirror, Wonyoung barely has any stamina left, her eyes and her mouth half-open. You peel Wonyoung off you by gripping her slender waist and pulling upward, and her asshole grips your cock in kind. There’s something about this languid motion that’s unbearably intoxicating, making you light-headed. You can’t even bring her halfway up your cock, so you let go and she slowly sits back down. She wants to start bouncing again, but you can tell by her broken breaths that she’s exhausted.

You thrust upwards into Wonyoung, holding her body in place like a cocksleeve and jerking your hips.

“Oh, fuck, you’re in my stomach.”

You might as well be with that bulge your cock is making on her midriff. At this angle, you’re hitting every organ you can inside Wonyoung, mixing up her guts, might as well be. She’s reduced to hitched breaths, to unseemly noises. You’re reduced too, initial pulsations of your body signaling what’s nigh.

There have been many places you’ve cum with Wonyoung. You’ve painted her ethereal face with your cum, ruining it into perfection plenty of times. Every inch of her skin has seen some sort of semen coating: her armpits, her delicate fingers, her flat midriff, her thighs, her feet—it’d be easier to count the spots you’ve missed. But it’s Wonyoung’s holes that make the best receptacles for your load. She’s incredibly practiced at swallowing your load. Wonyoung can be in the middle of talking with her mouth full of cock, when suddenly you’d burst at the seams, and she would happily receive every drop. You know the highs she obtains whenever you breed her needy womb, how she milks you with simultaneous orgasms.

This place is new. A new sin, flaw, mistake. You’re holding onto Wonyoung as tight as possible, wrapping both arms around, one around her belly and one around her tits. Gaining as much leverage as possible, you rapidly pound your cock into Wonyoung’s now sore asshole—you can tell by how she’s yelping, how tears drip down her face, how she’s writhing in her favorite seat. You’d almost feel bad if you didn’t feel so good, or if Wonyoung weren’t calling “Yes, Daddy, yes” every thrust.

You try to keep yourself together as long as possible, chasing what can’t be chased, but once you hear Wonyoung scream, your climax overtakes you completely. Your body is flooded with internal fire; Wonyoung’s ass is flooded with a thick creamy load. Even if every muscle of yours is begging for you to slow down, you can’t. This doesn’t feel like your second orgasm. Somehow, you’re cumming even more, unloading everything you have. Count this flaw, this wicked painting inside Wonyoung’s guts, as another facet of flawlessness. Somehow there’s grace to the way she receives all this cum.

While you’re riding out your endless throbs, Wonyoung finds a bit of strength again, riding your cock as it shoots rope after rope of your seed deep within her. Filling her up so much, you notice cum leaking past her asshole, which makes your shaft all creamy white. The ghost once more: brilliance must fade. The back-and-forth bouncing and thrusting between the two of you slow down eventually.

“Daaaddy, that felt… incredible.” Wonyoung leans back on you as your cock slips out, and you scoot both of your bodies into the bathtub below you.

By the twinkle in Wonyoung’s eye, you have a feeling that this first time won’t be close to the last. In fact, when you turn on the warm water to take a bath, she just can’t stop kissing and hugging you. Doesn’t matter how naughty it is that cum is dripping out both of her holes. She happily makes out with you, her tongue exploring your mouth. Eventually, the two of you get to scrub each other with soap.

The only reason you’re not hard right now is that you’re sore from the multiple orgasms, the tightness of Wonyoung’s holes draining you of everything you have. Despite this, Wonyoung’s eyelids drop as she cuddles against you in the warm water. You drain the tub, dry her off, and carry her back to the bed.

Perfection even sleeps gorgeously.

Hourglass ft. Saerom

Your tongue is stuck to the roof of your mouth, lips parched. Though you asked Saerom for water, you didn’t need to be directed. You remember the important things. Cups in the third cabinet from the right. The water pitcher in the fridge. Everything else about her home is slightly off in your memory. An experimental flick of a switch, so she has yet to replace the lights in the range hood, and now they blink instead of being merely dim. Turn that back off. A different blender, no doubt more robust for all the shakes she makes. New polaroid photos of Saerom and her members on the fridge. Even pictures with Gyuri, but nothing recent as nine as you expected. So that’s what one year looks like.

“Are you gonna hang out in my kitchen all night?” Saerom asks as she walks in, arms crossed and smirking. For all that’s changed in Saerom’s home, how little has changed with the woman herself? The blunt bangs are new and of course, you’ve never seen this outfit, the flattering blue tube top and denim skirt, but you expected as much with all the clothes she went through. Beneath it all, though, was the same supermodel-esque Saerom. Emphasis on beneath. Beneath, what you were most intimately familiar with. Beneath, what you’re imagining at this very moment.

“Wasn’t planning on it. just taking in how long it’s been,” you say. “I like the new painting in your living room, the one with the flowers.”

“Thanks. I made it, actually. Little hobby I picked up in our… downtime. But yes. You’re right. It has been long.” Her words are sharp. The next one is sharper: “Bedroom." 

Saerom’s eyes fill in the rest of the directive. Now. We’re going to fuck. Stop wasting time. Dumbass. You didn’t realize how many words could fit in a gaze. Or some of those meanings are conveyed through her narrowed eyelids. You weren’t fluent in the language of the unspoken, but that wouldn’t stop you from trying.

In the time it takes to decrypt the whole one-word message (she’ll at least let you grab that drink, right?), you realize you’re gazing back. 

Saerom shakes her head and laughs to herself. "It’s like you’re doing this on purpose.”

She walks away, but this lingering look of yours is deliberate. Saerom knows it as she looks back and now her smile is much naughtier. She might not know that you’re first staring at her bare shoulders. You want to touch them, massage them, lick them, kiss them, everything. 

Water wouldn’t help your thirst anyway, so you follow Saerom to the bedroom. The familiar last room of the hallway, on the left, its location is seared in your brain. You’d know it sober but horny, and drunk but hornier, so you path in the same footsteps you always did. You only lag behind Saerom for self-evident reasons, your eyes on the target of desire, her pert rear. This time, with the close fit of her skirt, you can make out the shape of your favorite shape to make out with. Her cozy, pillowy thighs look perfect as ever to rest your head upon as well.

The mere act of walking into the room stirs heat in your core. You can’t help but associate this room with the carnal. The only lights in the room are the moonlight filtering through the window and the warm lamp in the corner, and the dimness reminds you of your many restless nights.

Saerom sits on her bed, those thighs settling down and squishing in just the right way. Heat turns to pressure, in turn, turns into a cock imprint on your pants.

“I still don’t like how you just stand there,” she says.

Her words make you shift weight from one foot to the other. You should sit, approach, anything, but no, you continue to stand. “You leave me speechless sometimes. I can’t help but watch.”

“That’s sweet.” Saerom gets up and walks up to you until there’s barely any space between you and her. “But I need you to do more than watch. Especially since you’ve taken this long to see me again.”

“You changed your number,” you say. But you already knew this was a flimsy excuse.

“And you could’ve DM’ed me. Texted any of the other members.” Saerom scoffs. “You could’ve tried. Anything. Apparently it took us literally bumping in the mall to meet again.”

A centimeter from making out, minutes away from sex, this wasn’t the time or place to bring it up. However, you had to bring it up at some point. When you hold her hand, Saerom freezes, caught off guard. 

“I’m sorry,” you say. “You know me, how I overthink things. It’s not like we were dating or anything. just, you know, friends that did a bit more than friend things.”

“In that case… ” The vexing half-smile, half-frown on Saerom confirms your self-awareness—at least you know that you’re overanalyzing the shape of her lips. “You could’ve been a better friend.”

Why do you talk at all? What a mistake speech can be. As you look down, away from Saerom’s eyes, your grip on her hand loosens. Despite being in this beautiful and blatantly horny woman’s bedroom, you think about walking away in shame—

But her fingers clasp.

“Not this time.”

Words into actions, Saerom grabs your shirt with the free hand and pushes you toward the wall. No, there is no escape, when you look down into the intoxicating image of her cleavage, when her breasts press up against you. Your cock hardens in your pants and pushes up against her waist, turning the rest of you into a melting painting (in which you’ve become modern art and don’t care to debate your artistic merits). All the worries disappear in a heartbeat as you recall this exhilaration. At one point, this was an addiction for the two of you: you were both in the middle of promotions and found time to fuck every day for a week straight. You learned her body inside and out.

Time to relearn.

It’s 9:03, the clock above her bed.

You gently place your hand on the back of her head, the other hand between her tube top and skirt, feeling the warmth of her back. 

You lean in.

The lesson starts with the taste of her lips. It might be sweeter than usual, or it could be time twisting the taste, though either way, the flavor honeys you in deeper. The focus of your touch is split between melting into her mouth and gripping, relearning, the various parts of her perfect body. What was a gentle hold becomes a clingier clasp of her hair, and she does the same to you. Another pull, Saerom grips the neck of your shirt, clamoring for you to somehow get closer (space between the two of you is at a premium). Your hand on her back follows the groove of her spine—no, make a detour to get a feel of the muscles in her lean back, lats, and all that. You end up under her top where you tempt to pull it off, but no, not yet, you’re getting a feel of things, reacquainting yourself. Warm skin becomes warmer, becomes the canvas for subtle beads of sweat. Get used to that too, because you’re guaranteed a full-body workout tonight.

Warmth spreads to her breath, or at least you gain a keener awareness of its heat on your lips, its subtle nostalgic taste. Awareness becomes a small thorn: you and Saerom need to breathe, so you draw back. 

9:07, but it feels like 9:03 and thirty seconds give or take leaning on the side of give. When you look into her eyes instead of the clock, it’s not a matter of seconds or minutes—months that have passed you are coming back in these familiarly firing nerves, where spikes of bliss rewind you to the visceral parts of your memories.

With how Saerom’s hands are latching onto your clothes, under your clothes, she might as well rip them off now. While your lips return to hers, your hands are taking a more subtle approach, your fingers drawing and memorizing the lines and curves of her body. Starting at her forearm, you track her muscles, from her svelte but sturdy biceps to her firm delicious shoulders, the sum of her efforts working out. You remember her habits as a welcome contagion that’s spread to you, the stretches she’d do after an intense session of fucking, the ungodly huge jug of water she’d gulp down—simple things in your daily life that you took for granted. Then, her eager tongue slides into your mouth and you’re back in the moment, your digits moving toward the crook of her neck. She always had a particular sensitivity here, a simple press of your fingertip into her skin earning a surprisingly loud moan, though it might also be your tongue pushing back into her mouth. 

You want to pretend that you can keep up this momentum of appreciating the small details, want to remind Saerom of your dexterity; however, your hands find themselves on her tits, over her tube top. Your squeezing and groping are only recompenses for Saerom’s mounting lack of restraint. She’s rubbing her crotch against your erection—does she want to make you unload in your pants? Because she could, easily—she has one leg hooked around you, and she’s making your massaging of her breasts seem tame in comparison to the nails starting to dig into your back.

Saerom and you have never kissed like this. Never kissed like you were trying to escalate from a little scrap to an all-out battle royal. It’s not tongues sliding, but tongues dancing, not hands feeling, hands taking and sinking and grabbing as if you might lose yourselves another year—why bother with what was lost, but instead, the things you will lose. The time, your mind, all control. Don’t try. Let go.

You’re only kissing, so why is there so much saliva? Each escape for air is made a mess by more and more thin bridging strands of spit between your lips, and more is exchanged when your mouths converge again. And you only take breaks for Saerom’s jaw or her cheek or her nose, giving each sculpted feature the kisses they deserve, and Saerom only takes breaks with her thumb on your lip—she sticks out her tongue, showing off the bubbly spit she’s pooled in her mouth, and you’re happy to receive before these breaks have to take a break: you need to kiss her again/she needs to kiss you again.

You’re only kissing, so why is there so much noise? A deep guttural noise nearing growls from out of your mouth meets the unexpectedly cute high-pitched moans out of Saerom at the lips’ points of contact, maybe amplified by the meeting of tongues or the lewd exchange of spit. But the erotic makes way for the romantic, and the two of you resonate in a shared low hum as you slow your pace, control your breathing, trade smiles and giggles and longing looks, no need to rush.

But then, there’s no need to rush, and you’re only kissing, so why is your heart racing out of orbit? And this isn’t close to the first time you’ve kissed, so why can you feel Saerom’s heart beating the same hurried way? The answer is obvious in hindsight. The past is an eternity and the present is infinitesimally small, contained to a single point; that is, your hearts are making up for the lost time.

(Only kissing, yet pulses inside you already threaten to end it here, how embarrassing. (But then on second thought, absolutely nothing to be ashamed of with Saerom’s unfair allure.))

All this in a kiss, in a pair of lips upon another. Two selves are reduced to two bodies, flesh and all. Look at Saerom when you pull away, and you’re back to two selves, mind and all. Swipe away the long hair that’s fallen on her face, and help fix her thick bangs. She smiles at you.

Glance at the clock again, and it’s 9:18, closer to 9:04 in your mind. You might have discovered time travel.

She pulls you off the wall—you didn’t notice that you were sagging against it, that you’ve lowered yourself nearly face to face with Saerom—and then she brings you toward her bed. A light push knocks you off balance, though you land on her mattress.

“Smooth,” you say, and Saerom giggles.

You reposition so that you’re sitting on the edge of her bed. Soft, springy, doesn’t make too much noise even when two people are testing the limits of its suspension—you remember all that well. The sheets always dried surprisingly quickly if you hung them outside overnight. Plus, it’s the exact height for you to place your feet on the ground, and for Saerom’s head to lean against your thigh. There, kneeling, as if home inside her home, she watches your cock twitch under your pants when she paws at it experimentally.

“And you’re frustrated when I watch,” you say.

“Hey, you can’t say I’m just watching.” Saerom rubs you up and down over your pants and your jaw clenches. “But you’re right.”

When Saerom gets a hold of your shirt, you raise your arms.

“You’re still in good shape,” she says, smiling proudly.

“Thank you. I definitely don’t miss the diets, but I’m happy they got me in the habit of working out. Plus, you gave me plenty of motivation.”

“Mhm.” She traces your abs. They aren’t washboard muscular (read, photoshopped) since you’re not lifting your shirt for audiences anymore, but they are decently taut, hinting at a six-pack. As you said, you were over the sort of daily sweet potato diet to keep that up. But for this reaction, Saerom’s half-lidded eyes gazing at your midriff, you’ll gladly keep up your other routines.

Saerom then tugs your waistband, taking both your pants and boxers an inch down, then another, teasing you with the incremental progress. You can only sit still and keep your hands on the mattress’ edge. When your cockhead pokes out, she smiles, then forgoes any inhibition, stripping you straight down to your ankles. Your shaft springs free, and it nearly hits her face, but Saerom instinctually dodges it. Saerom ducks under your dick, centering it over her face, and she lets out a long exhale. Warm air flows around your length, though the jolts racing up your body are cold. 

“I miss this cock. None of my toys compare.” With a light frown, Saerom rests her head on your thigh again. She lightly and playfully traces your shaft with one finger.

“You really know how to boost an ego—ahh.” Your jaw is wide, breaths ragged when her fingertip circles around your frenulum, the spot sensitive to her agonizingly light touch.

“Oh. Is that precum? Already?” Saerom’s narrowed eyes change focus from the slight pulses of your cock to your transfixed gaze, and that alone earns another white drop. Her finger traces up, and now she’s drawing circles at the top of your cockhead, smearing stickiness around.

“God, Saerom. You’re so fucking hot.” Her touch pulls the truth out of you. It didn’t need to be spoken, but by her smile, it’s always worth stating the obvious.

She licks her lips, cleaning a bit of drool. Breathily, Saerom says, “Fuck. Should I just make you cum like this? With my fingers? It’s only fair. It’s only been me and my fingers all this time.”

As much as you want to fuck her every hole open, you can’t deny that the prospect of being brought to the brim with her deft touch alone is tempting. “I said I’m sorry.”

“Maybe if you say sorry enough, we can fuck.” Saerom puts one hand around your cock and she’s barely doing anything, a lazy twist here, a half tug there.

“Sorry,” you say, your upper teeth latching on to your lower lip. “Seriously. I miss you. I should’ve at least tried a little harder.”

“Oh, we’re getting sappy now?” Saerom adds another hand—one isn’t enough to wrap fully her fingers around you—though it’s still awfully insignificant motions, sending erratic sparks throughout your body.

You shiver, hiss, and tense up. “Sorry. Please.”

“Fffuck, I like the sound of that. the way your voice catches in your throat.” She reaches down for your balls, jumpy at the faint graze of a nail. “What if I just milk out everything? I know how much you can cum. That would be so hot. When was the last time you came? Were you thinking about me?”

A week ago, and yes. Of course. You don’t want to admit those, and neither will you admit that a whine is coming out of you, yet even if you were silent, your hips are bucking on their own as you fuck yourself into Saerom’s hand.

Saerom says, “Oooh, are you—”

“I can’t take it anymore.” You pull her up then push her back down onto the mattress, then you’re on top of her. You support yourself above Saerom with one arm and look at her carefully. Her face is a masterpiece, her body the work of a master craftsman. At your obvious overflowing lust, she looks to the side, bringing her wrist up to her mouth in a gesture of embarrassment you’ve never seen from Saerom.

Saerom’s reactions renew your confidence as if time never happened, so doubt’s seed could not have grown how it did, and you carry a sure smirk inspired by the cockiness once found on stage. You’re reminded that despite your indecision everywhere else—why the two of you never progressed past mere acquaintances—you were a man of action in the bedroom. That’s what Saerom wanted out of you. Saerom being shy might be an act, might be sincere, but it works either way. With this new upper hand, you grab Saerom’s wrist to unblock her face, too pretty to be shy about.

“We’ve done this plenty of times,” you say, pinning Saerom’s arm to the bed.

She turns her head toward you but she can’t make eye contact. “It’s been a while.”

“You’re right. It has been long.” You go in for a kiss, and she closes her eyes; however, you dodge her face.

“Fuck you.” Saerom hits your chest and pouting. Then, her lips transform to a different contortion when you go straight for the neck. “Hnn, not too much. Remember last time you left hickeys on me? My makeup artist wouldn’t stop teasing me about it.”

“Maybe I should mark you enough that makeup won’t be enough,” you say, and her eyes go wide. “I’m kidding. Just a little payback for teasing me with your hands." 

So instead, you aspire to leave your small marks on the other parts of the body. Where no one else but you will see. First, a softer kiss on the end of her collarbone right under her neck. With the floral notes of her shampoo mixed with the fainter sweetness of her body wash on her soft skin, your nose is tempted as you kiss along the rest of her collarbone up to her shoulder; from there, you’re led down to her armpit.

"Your body is perfect, Saerom." 

She’s already ticklish from the playful kisses of her armpit and her ribs, but something about that crook under her arm compels you to lick—it’s the scent of her body wash once again, as well as a hint of vanilla, possibly from deodorant. Saerom is also starting to sweat, lending a barely noticeable musk and salty taste, and that only fuels your tongue further.

"Stooop, nh, nuh, no, why do you keep licking there? It’s dirty,” Saerom says, squirming and laughing. This high-pitched tone is unfamiliar, easier to imagine coming from one of the maknaes such as Jiheon or Nagyung instead.

“It’s not.” You’ve slathered her armpit in saliva by now. “Kisses aren’t enough. Every part of you deserves to be worshiped. What if I worshiped your whole body with my tongue? Gave you a tongue bath?”

Saerom can’t look at you anymore, yet she can’t stop smiling. “Wh-whatever you say.”

You soon leave her armpit to fulfill your promise. You’re leaving a light trail of saliva down her arm, you suck each of her fingers, the knuckles, the interdigital folds, leaving no stone unturned. Returning up to Saerom’s shoulder, you realize your folly of asymmetry, having only licked and kissed the right side of her upper body. You swipe your tongue across her neck.

“I don’t know what it is, but I can’t stop thinking about your neck or your shoulder or your collarbones. Should I take my cock out right now and jerk off onto them?”

She bites her lips, and her thighs rub together.

“Just imagine your neck and shoulders all drenched with cum. Dripping down to your tits. I swear I could leave a whole river of thick white semen down your cleavage, make a mess of your tits just as collateral damage,” you say as you finish your job of licking up Saerom’s left arm, shoulder, armpit.

With your rising initiative, Saerom’s hands can’t lie inactive by her sides. She first adds to the rubbing of her thighs with her hands—not enough—reaches between her legs—not enough. You know this, have seen this, enough to understand she’ll be on a tortuous brim for as long as you’re not inside her. And so be it, her decision to make, because you’re happy to let her dance on that dizzying outskirt as you pull her top down to her midriff and kiss and lick her breasts. Going in a circle around each one, you find yourself lingering much longer here, again covering her skin with saliva as you sense every goosebump with your tongue. Here, on her sizable tits, you’ll leave the marks that she’ll think about when she’s on stage. Under whatever stage outfit she’s wearing will lay your claim, your worship, and no one else will know but you and Saerom. Sweet secrets, another unspoken language.

The noises that come out of Saerom when you suck on her nipples aren’t speech but they’re too loud to count as unspoken. Your tongue, lips, teeth, and every part of your mouth partake in playing with the nubs as they harden but before long, you pull the top back up. You’re carefully slow because you want to see her breasts squish against the deep neckline of the clothing before it’s hidden.

Slow breaths and raised brow, Saerom glances at you with your sudden intermission.

You tell her frankly, “It’s a cute top, and I want to watch how your tits jiggle when you ride me.”

Her quiet, acknowledging “mm” becomes a longer hum when you move downward. You take time leaving a kiss on each rib before worshiping her perfect abs with your tongue. Though you can feel Saerom writhing under you, you’ve been too focused on your task, so you look up to see her reaction. However, as you tongue at her belly button, she doesn’t look down at you in return; instead, Saerom is arching back and looking straight up at the ceiling. Her hands flatten on the bed, right by her head, elbows up. Every muscle is stretching, tensed.

“I didn’t think you’d like this as much as you do.”

At your words, Saerom finally looks at you, her eyes unfocused, and she only nods, lips tight.

When you’re done with the upper half of her body, you decide to multitask. If she could form words, she’d be begging for you to move up instead of down from her thighs, but you’re also removing her skirt while you move down to her feet. After you unbutton and throw the skirt off to the side, you give her toes the same treatment as her hands. A thorough tongue washes each ridge, each sole, until her body is tongue-bathed top to bottom as promised.

All except for one part. Looking at the dark spot on her blue panties, it’s safe to say your mouth has plenty of cleaning left. You don’t mind doubling back with your trail of kisses up her leg, especially since it earns more cute strained noises from Saerom’s lips, and then it’s a third and final path down her legs.

“Saerom, watch.”

She mouths “fuck” as you bite the waistband of her panties and gingerly pull.

From her waist to her knees, the panty-pulling with your teeth was careful and teasing. You want to say you kept your eye contact the whole way through like a suave playboy, but a glint in the corner of your vision steals your attention. Saerom is immersed in the whole range of light’s temperature, the cool ambiance of the moon, the dim yellow of her small lamp, yet it seems all of light has collected onto her dewy slit. The thought of tasting her nectar hurries you. You stop using your teeth, your now feral hands damn near tearing them off from her ankles.

“Woah, careful with—" 

Then Saerom’s mouth seals when you seal your mouth around Saerom’s pussy without hesitation. This feels right, home, the past in the present, between Saerom’s thighs with your face right at her crotch. You don’t feel a drop of shame because there’s too much dripping already. Two dark pink wavy folds—you set your thumb on one, index finger on the other to hold them in place. The destination of your voyage of kisses and licks, you give plenty of passes of your tongue to the swelling nub of her clit, passes of your lips to her lips. Are you drooling? Or is that Saerom’s boundless juices? Either way, they mix in your mouth, the salty flavors, the addicting musk, and the slightest metallic tinge.

"Fuck, that’s delicious,” you say while you gauge her response. You didn’t notice until now that Saerom has two hands in your hair, or that she’s pulling and pushing you to return to your station. You delay a moment to tell her: “Am I remembering wrong? I’ve never seen you this wet.”

Saerom first works through her ragged breaths before she can talk. “Yeah, agh, I haven’t cum in a couple of months. You’d be surprised. How busy I’ve been. And, I guess, I was hoping, this exact thing would happen.”

“You know you could’ve called too, right? DM’ed me, whatever.” You’re surprised you had the wherewithal to bring it up while Saerom’s slick is on your chin and lips.

Saerom whispers, “I’m sorry.” Then she closes her mouth. Her grip on your hair loosens. 

Of course, it’s too late for regrets and apologies now. You revisit your favorite place to taste in the world—fuck a restaurant, fuck a bar, everything you need to taste and drink is right here. And quickly, there’s no way Saerom can keep her mouth closed or her hands off your hair with all the oral pleasure you give.

“So, so good, good, ahh, fuck.” Saerom’s tongue can’t stay in her mouth, dangling casually as her jaw opens wider in bliss.

As your right hand spreads her folds again, your lips suction and your tongue laps at the top of her cunt, servicing her clit, as well as below, digging deeper at the source of all the wetness. You lick exhaustively, collect every drop you can—you can’t. Too much leaking fluid to avoid making a mess of her sheets.

“Fuck, fuck, goddammit, fuck.”

Though your free left hand is mindlessly on your cock, stroking, there’s no actual need to touch yourself. You could be as hard as steel as long as you’re eating Saerom out. You heighten Saerom’s stimulation, sinking your fingers into her thighs, kneading and massaging—earn a few giggle-infused moans—then you move to where your face is being turned into a canvas, a girl-cum rag. There, you add a finger, then two into her slit. Now your mouth and digits are working in tandem, pumping in and out, exploring her pussy, relearning, to turn Saerom’s brain into mush.

You could’ve been doing this for two minutes or two days, fuck the clock, fuck worrying about time and its immaterial decay on the world. It’s only when you hear Saerom’s profanities die down that you slow down too.

She works up the ability to talk again: “S-stop. I love how you eat me, but I need to ride you. Now.”

One last kiss on her pussy lips. “I was thinking the exact same thing.”

In honesty, you were also thinking about how your jaw is tired or how your neck is strained, but those would’ve been fine sacrifices to make for Saerom. If you needed to stay there an hour to make her cum three times, you would’ve done it—maybe that would’ve made up for a lost week? So just over two straight days to make up for a whole year? No matter.

Saerom nudges at your shoulder and gestures for you to get up. It takes a while for you to reorient yourself—right, she’s just lying in her bed as if it were any other night, except you’re in between her legs. She sits up and scooches over so that you can replace her reclined position. Listening to Saerom recollect her breathing and watching her stare at your erection pointed straight at the ceiling, you realize she’s also reorienting herself. Don’t give her time: you grab Saerom’s hand and she falls right on top of you, hands at your sides. A mirror of your stances moments ago. She’s surprised at first, her mouth in a circle, and then her smile grows. This smile deserves awards, and more light, if only you had a floodlight on your face. All you get in this room is a dim ambiance, but you’ll take every photon you can get. 

Traveling in time, you think about when you and Saerom fucked the first time. Five years ago, you were both rookie idols without the luxury of a bed. Far bolder back then, Saerom was riding your cock in the dark corner of an empty sound stage, and your hands and back were meeting the cold hard floor, the two of you risking your careers for a spontaneous fuck.

Now the two of you are in different places in your life, yet you end up in the same place regardless. 

Guess it’s 9:34:40—you can’t actually look at the clock above and behind your head as you lay in bed, and Saerom’s hair is in your face.

A breath, and then you’re overwhelmed by Saerom, her tongue in your mouth, her hand on your cock. You’re happy to lose control at this moment. For the rushing thrill of the idea of this beautiful idol fucking you, or for the physical manifestation of this desire, her pussy embracing your cockhead in the first penetration and the weight of her body and her kiss all crashing into your heart, you gladly sacrifice this exact minute for the compressed eternity to compress further, too much to contain, and it uncollapses—what was a single point containing all the beauty and warmth in your head becomes a cascading chasm, a pointillistic cloud, each little dot a snapshot of all the sensations. Beyond thrust for thrust, your thoughts flash ripple by ripple.

Saerom’s cunt slowly slides down as she pushes against the girth of your cock. Your hands are trying to compete for tightness of grip on her asscheeks, but they’ll never compare to the closeness with which her labia grasps around your cock. The tangy taste of her juices lingers on your tongue, mixes with her mouth’s taste when you kiss—mostly the saltiness of saliva at this point, though you’ll drink up every last drop. You smell sweat and the trace of sex against the sweet scents of her skin and her hair. Listen to the slow squelch of her soaked hole because for once you’re both silenced by this kiss, deeper than before; open your eyes, watch Saerom’s need in action, and take in that every stimulated sense is but a small part of the single motion of Saerom lowering her ass into your crotch.

It was never that deep was it? It was just sex, just a basic carnal act. There was longing, there was the low light of the room, there was a closeness you forgot, and none of it mattered. For all this thinking, there is no real thought or purpose. There’s nothing so profound about it except for how much happens all at once, and in that inundation of self, the simple profane is newly profound. Balls slap against her ass. It is that deep.

Guess it’s 9:34:45, and it doesn’t matter what the time really is for the rhetoric either. The seconds have been stretched like Saerom’s pussy around your dick. The dots have danced.

She takes in the feeling of your length all the way inside of her, her eyes wide when she looks at you as you stop making out. You have to resist the urge to spank her ass, to start pounding up, upside-down jackhammer, so your hands slide up to her waist holding her.

Saerom feels her midriff, and you notice the slightest bulge of your cock against the slimness; she rubs it. “Fuck. I miss this. I miss you.”

Somehow you find it in yourself to snark: “We’re getting sappy now? While I’m this deep in you?”

She growls quietly and holds your jaw. “Shut up.” And if her words weren’t enough, she’s back at it with her tongue finding residence in your mouth. 

Saerom then pulls away from Earth’s gravity, lifting her ass. It isn’t nearly as slow as the insertion, but it’s just as serene a sensation. All the pulling and pushing, it’s everything you remember with Saerom—it’s more. Riding your dick becomes effortless for Saerom, gravity barely a nuisance as her bouncing hastens. Second nature returning in seconds.

You’re becoming less of an active agent, more of a recipient of pleasure, barely holding on by Saerom’s waist. While you certainly feel like you’re pounding her pussy, she’s the one putting in all the work. You can imagine it’s tiring for Saerom, but if it’s half as good as it feels for you, then any amount of exhaustion doesn’t matter.

Her unbridled passion eventually subsides though, replacing the forceful slams of her butt with slower and more conscious motions. Though she still has her lips on yours, it’s a lazy placement. Not as much of a kiss. You’ll take it. Saerom also isn’t bothering to support herself with her arms by your sides, opting to lay on your chest instead. Your cock goes in, tick, tick, tick, out, tock, tock, tock. Many beats, many seconds, and many breaths between each plunge. Then, even the slick sliding of Saerom’s cunt on your cock gives way to more of a grinding motion. She twists her hips, bringing her ass around in erratic ellipses. A whole new host of euphoric sensations on your cock. You’re reacquainting with her tender inner muscles, clenching on your shaft. Your fingers around her midriff press into her skin, your eyes roll back, and you have to tense your jaw.

A grinding halt. 

Saerom is inert, warming your cock. Her head is on your shoulder, mouth on your neck (while not actively suctioning, the sensation of her plump lips sends shivers throughout your body regardless). She stirs, straightening her back again. There’s no way you want to let go of her waist, want to have her stop kissing you, want to remove the weight of her tits and whole body on top of yours—Saerom’s curves are ergonomic with how well they fit on you—however, she sits up, her knees on each side of your waist, back straight. Your dick is a stanchion, its tip poking at her entrance, and you don’t mind trading the feeling for the image.

A grinding start.

Instead of only feeling the twisting and the back-and-forth movements of her hips, now you get to watch it, doubling the thrill. Saerom’s eyes are filled with lust and she’s biting a finger, her other hand on your shoulder. Everything about Saerom hypnotizes you, and you can’t keep your hands idle. You return to sinking your fingers into the mass of her ass, then you’re exploring her curves again in this new context.

There’s a large mirror leaning against the wall across from you, right in position to show off Saerom’s backside. This is the first time this year and this night that you’ve got a good view of her bare butt. Perfectly round (you’ll redefine circles to be second place if you have to) and ample enough for your digit to make a significant crease. Her ass is a famed masterwork, lusted over by many but not seen in true pure form except by the incomparably fortunate you.

Upon your renewed vigor and thirst, Saerom restarts her ride, the chaotic grinding becoming a focused lifting and dropping of her whole self. She has to hoist her knees up to squat on your cock. The image is accompanied by sounds, making the trade worthwhile. The flesh of her ass slapping and slamming against your crotch echoes her bedroom, some slick noises in there too. Her hands clench into fists by her side as she savors the stretch of her pussy.

This brings you back to the last time you fucked: a year ago, in a love hotel, a careless drunk hook-up. Saerom rode you cowgirl expertly then, and it seems she’s only gotten better now. You’d think the self-admitted lack of practice would show—but once more, she proves that time hasn’t passed between this year and last.

While Saerom seats herself into your perfectly plumb penis repeatedly in her cowgirl ride, not missing a beat or bounce, you get exactly as you wish: the hypnotizing view of Saerom’s tits jiggling in the confines of her blue tube top. You get the most beautiful demonstration of physics with each bounce of her breasts. Then you take physics itself into your own hands, grabbing each breast and squeezing over the fluffy fabric. At your rough fondling, Saerom lets out some higher-pitched whimpers in between her constant pleasured groan. She rides down into your cock harder, and you let go to see how wildly her breasts can bounce. Saerom’s mouth is open in bliss; yours is more in awe, her breasts bouncing up and down as if wanting to be freed of the top themselves. You’d be inclined to agree.

Thus, with a grunt that gets Saerom’s attention, she stops bouncing and lets your dick rest guts-deep inside of her. She shudders. You sit up, a burn in your abs that you cast aside. Saerom raises her arms and you pull upward, watching her boobs squish, then pop out from under the tube top. You’re tempted to re-clothe her just to see that again (squish, pop, boing, immature sounds accompanying the sight in your head). However, with the article of clothing already around her elbows, you might as well finish the job. No more hesitation, you toss the blue top right into her laundry basket (nice shot).

Saerom pushes your chest, returning you to your recumbence. You don’t mind her forcefulness—in fact, you cherish whenever Saerom handles you roughly. You know exactly what that leads to. She lifts her entire body up, unsheathing your glistening cock, then drives herself back down. This first bounce is deliberate. She’s watching your reaction, no doubt giving you a satisfied smile because of your weak groan or your face twisting with pleasure before she restarts her ardent riding.

Yet again, all these places for your eyes to land upon—her thighs jiggling as she springs up and down, your cock appearing and disappearing inside Saerom, the thin sheen of sweat covering the entirety of her flawless skin—yet there was only ever one possibility after flashing through those equally addicting sights. You’re fixated on Saerom’s soft tits, unrestrained by the shackles of clothing. They freely ripple, rise, fall, rise again, her nipples drawing some invisible erratic path in the air like the chaos of a double pendulum. There is no predicting the movements, but you’re staring as if you’re trying your damnedest, knowing that you’ll fail. Happy that you’ll fail.

“What do you like better, hmm? Watching my tits bounce with or without clothes?”

What an intriguing question. (You’re jealous of her ability to form cogent thoughts in this situation.) You’re not sure. Obviously, seeing her tits completely exposed, her brown nipples in plain view is a sight you never want to relinquish. However, the bounce of her tits within the tube top is oddly compelling. It’s the sort of view you could get equally as an audience member or as an average fan replaying the same three seconds of a fancam—you get the privilege of getting to see this Saerom from a whole new angle.

Not even the most advanced camera can capture the full extent of your senses being. The perfect POV video of Saerom riding cowgirl will never convey the heat of Saerom’s core, the constant clamping of her cunt around your cock.

But then, if you had a camera and had to hold it right now, you’d have to let go here in confusion.

Saerom leans forward and places her hand palm down on the bed by your sides.

You’re surprised at her action and, at her hitherto wordlessness, you’re also surprised at her saying “I’m going to ride you as hard as fucking possible.”

What an intriguing declaration. Wasn’t she already doing that?

She lifts her ass and does not lie and rides you as hard as fucking possible. Never doubt her. You knew intensity came in the form of horny Saerom, didn’t know it could lift your soul past the stratified layers of atmosphere above this very home, where jet streams blew past and didn’t compare to her speed or didn’t compare to the air knocked out of your lungs.

Wanting to hold back from cumming, you slow down—well, you want to slow down, but it’s not really up to you, judging by Saerom staring off into space with a slack jaw, by the insistent motion of her hips. Maybe she’ll ride your cock until you both die or neither of you may die and she’ll be fucking you cowgirl until heat death? She’s in a trance, cock-drunk, lust clouding her brain, and you have the same fog, though the fog is also pulsations that you want to delay. Now a dynamic duo, heat and pressure cook inside of you, and you could unload and breed and fill Saerom any second now. You have to physically hold her from fucking into your cock.

It isn’t until your fingers grip hard—you might even be leaving traces of nail marks—that Saerom is pulled out of her rhythm, panting. She whines and pouts and after brushing her long hair aside, looks at you with an empty-headed expression. “Wh-what?”

You try your best to maintain composure, but really your whole body is dedicated to clenching every muscle so that you don’t orgasm on the spot, despite her now sitting still. “Reverse cowgirl,” you say, keeping up your false resolve.

Saerom nods mindlessly, raising her ass. It’s more honest of her, commendable, to eschew the pretense that she had anything in her mind. She gets into position for reverse cowgirl, kneeling with her legs hooked under yours, her ass placed right in your lap. Instead of a reflection a few meters away through the mirror in her prior cowgirl stance, now you get a perfect close-up. Sweat, pores, goosebumps, all that texture in the dim lighting of her bedroom. More than ever, you want a spotlight—having no such device, you aspire to paint bright red with your hand—smack, a loud one, like a whip on her right cheek, and at once you get the vividness you want.

She gasps and looks back, the vixen smugly grinning as if to say “one more”.

It’s too easy to fall in, to give her what you want, and her left cheek recoils nicely in the same way. It’s tempting to keep going, to keep submitting to the little diversion that makes this moment and night last forever. But if the shape of her ass is tempting, her tight asshole is a drug to an addict, and you’ve unknowingly abstained for far too long. Right now, do it, take your cock, align it with the entrance, and thrust into her. You want to… but you also know better than that.

Besides, Saerom takes the matter into her own hands—hand, as she reaches back to hold your cock. She softly places your shaft between her supple cheeks and after a quick wiggle of her hips to situate herself, she starts sliding her ass up and down your length. This buttjob alone is enough to make your balls twitch, to make you jumpy at the prospect of cumming early once again.

Her rhetorical words don’t help—"You know how many times I’ve thought about you and fucked myself in front of this mirror?“—because now, you’re picturing it, and the images overlap in your mind. In the mirror and in your imagination alike, her deft fingers are teasing herself, crawling between her legs, and rubbing her clit. In this imaginary world, the juices from her cunt are being wasted on the floor or on the sheets or on a towel if she were so poised; in the real world, there is no waste, as this nectar finds its way onto your cock, whether it be dripping right into you or by her moist hands reaching back to keep your shaft in place.

The undulation of Saerom’s hips is much gentler than her previous ride—she must have recognized why you wanted her to stop in the first place. You’ll happily take the sparks of pleasure that this lazy friction gives you, your cock neatly nestled in the crack of her backside.

"I can even show you later,” Saerom says.

“Show me what?” you ask.

“Ahh, don’t worry about it.” Once more, she grabs your cock behind her, but this time she’s twisting her whole upper body to look at you. There are so many targets for your inevitable cumshot: her arched back has the perfect valley for your seed to run down, toned muscles to paint white; the thought of cum streaking down her tits could make you bust on the spot; and sullying Saerom’s alluring face is naturally a favorite pastime of yours, especially making her sharp jawline drip with cum as you feed your load right onto her lips, or maybe you should make a mess of her bangs.

Anyway, what were you supposed to be worrying about? Whatever it was, it wouldn’t matter compared to Saerom aligning your cockhead at her entrance, plunging your whole length at once, at twice, at thrice, and then it’s a blur of bliss.

You want to say it’s the same as a few minutes ago—after all, what’s the difference except turning around—but her velvety walls surrounding your cock feel completely novel to the regular cowgirl position. Your shaft is pointed at an angle different enough to give you whole new sensations of pleasure, and if not for the momentary reprieve of the teasing buttjob, you’d climax in the first few thrusts. That doesn’t include the whole new visual stimulation of her perfectly perky ass lifting and dropping in rhythm, its fleshy weight ricocheting with each downward collision.

Again, you feel inert, more like a toy being used than a person having sex. In a way, it’s fine, natural even with Saerom’s eagerness. There’s only so much touching and fondling you can do until it seems a waste of energy—you don’t need to do anything to keep Saerom bouncing on your cock as long as it’s hard. And for your part, you’re getting sweat and moans and jolts of pleasure extracted out of you without any effort. However, naturally, you want more participation, to feel more involved.

Therefore, your first course of action is to sit up, breaking Saerom’s rhythm, and she looks back at you, her breaths heavy and sporadic. It reminds of you the classic ending fairy, her chest rising and falling, but you get to watch her breasts in their full bareness moving with each exhalation. Then, you grab her with two hands by the waist—by now, a gesture you’ve repeated a hundred times, and thus you know exactly where to put your fingers to have her held still, like her hips are handles. Keeping up this tight grasp and never fully unsheathing your cock, you reposition the two of you until you’re both kneeling, with you behind Saerom.

Her back rests against your chest, and her long hair is right in your face. You take a moment to smell Saerom. Maybe her shampoo is lavender or rose—you’re a Flover, not a florist—but for certain, you haven’t smelled it before. Then, you brush her hair with your fingers, all disheveled by the continuous bouncing and riding.

You take a nibble of her ear, and you can see the whites of Saerom’s eyes for a moment in the mirror, your face next to hers. “My turn,” you whisper into her ear.

Saerom gulps, barely maintaining eye contact in the mirror.

This position, inspired by JAV, is perfect for your goal: repay Saerom’s passion by getting the leverage to piston into her pussy as hard and fast as possible. It starts by taking her arms, hanging listlessly at her sides, and pulling them behind her back.

Caress her face one last time—call it the moment’s final tranquility. The silence save for the air passing your lips. The darkness save for glimmers of light, the night in the window.

Your hips snap into place, back and forth, cock going in and out, rhythm accelerating all at once, drag racing. You’re already at your top speed, your peak strength, fucking your whole soul into Saerom. Clap, clap, clap, the audience and the performers on the stage of the bed are the same. The uproarious applause cannot be conceited because neither of you has your hands free.

Saerom yelps and moans, and you can’t tell which is wider between her mouth and her eyes. The observational task through the mirror becomes harder as her hair swings wildly, long dark strands haphazardly strewn about her face, plus you get distracted by her breasts swinging even more wildly.

At least you now have an answer to Saerom’s previous open question.

Each of your words is punctuated by one or two or three thrusts (actual punctuation omitted for readability): “Can’t believe I haven’t fucked your tits yet or your throat or your tight little—” Well, these plunges are powerful enough—CLAP, CLAP—to merit the interruption, as it completely breaks the flow of what you were saying “—asshole. Fuck!”

Asshole, fuck—you want nothing more than to do that Saerom right now, temptations and jitters and dry throat as you look down and see that vulgar entrance, and it completely breaks the flow, slows down your thus-far dogged pace.

Her hands are shaking so you let her wrists go, and you expect her to fall forward (you’re looking forward to that, aren’t you? Saerom face down ass up, a lucid dream’s image); instead, her limbs limp at her sides, and she leans into your chest, returning the warmth and sweatiness and softness of her back—firmness of her lats and shoulder blades. 

She takes a deep breath. You nuzzle your chin onto her neck, and Saerom giggles—then she’s silenced when you wrap your arms around her: one arm around her tits, compressing them while you toy with a nipple in your hand, with the other arm around her neck in a stranglehold. You aren’t aiming to asphyxiate Saerom (the force of your cock can make her as light-headed as you want her) but rather, to have her whole body in your complete control, manhandling her like a plastic sex doll.

It’s fair play to how she rode you mere moments ago (or maybe it’s been much longer; the clock might tick above you, but its count is worthless in this situation). You didn’t need words to know how much she enjoyed this push and pull. You could hear it, see it, every sense attuned to your mutual pleasure. You’re not just fucking Saerom’s plush cunt. You’re pinching and rolling her nipples. You’re sucking on the back of her neck.

Emboldened by the few weak moans that escape Saerom, you’re back to that ardent rhythm, though long and deep strokes of your cock are replaced with quicker and shallower drives. Two people can’t get any closer than this. Your dick is repeatedly entrenched in Saerom’s cunt while the rest of Saerom’s body is held tight in your embrace. Close but there’s distance: she can’t look at you, her pupils rolling up.

This hold becomes tedious, even with Saerom having the defined abs to give her core strength for days. What would be a relaxed position—the two of you kneeling, Saerom in your lap—becomes tiring when it involves the exercise routine of sex. You take all the pillows from behind you, place them in front of her knees, then push her down with a hand on her back with the pile of pillows for support. You’re positioned perfectly so that her face is at the edge of the bed, more importantly, visible to the large mirror opposite to the bed.

Look at yourself. You’re exhausted, crease lines on your face, sweat on your brow.

Saerom’s exhaustion is more beautiful—if not beautiful, compelling (it is beautiful, don’t philosophize now). It makes you want to pump harder, to find out if you can drain her of her stamina first. A tall task, you’ve seen the woman’s more intense workout sessions too, experienced it first-hand in your past marathon weekends of fucking.

Hissing, you carefully extract from Saerom, then smack her reddened sore buttcheeks with your shaft. Her fucked cunt gets some cock-slaps too, a tactical delay that earns a few cute yelps from Saerom. If you’re going to cum, you’ve decided it’ll be here, with Saerom face down, bent over pillows, her ass up for you to squeeze, watch jiggle, and plunge into. Doesn’t mean you’ll cream her cunt in one more stroke. Savor this as long as you can. 

One more hit of her pussy lips with your dick. A dripping string of her juice flicks off.

A fistful of hair, you pull while you begin slamming your hips forward. You shove your cock inside, again and again, a slow rhythm, no rhyme, like there’s a point you’re trying to make by fucking Saerom into the bed. If there had to be a point, it’s that your dreams materialized too easily because even your lucid dreams didn’t go this well. And further, though not much further, following this logic, you fuck Saerom’s pussy with thoughts of another hole. An even tighter hole, somehow. Too tight. Visions of Saerom’s anal grip have your fingers digging into Saerom’s back, have you pushing too hard for this denouement. You have to be measured about your penetration, needing to pull her into you. If nothing else, ensuring she doesn’t slump past the edge of the bed. Saerom is the pile of pillows underneath her, soft and lifeless and you wouldn’t mind spending all day in her.

Burying and unburying yourself into Saerom, your dick is soaked in slick and raw, sore. All this pounding is getting to you. A heady mix of hormones and heat. You’ve done your job. Saerom can barely keep her eyelids up, her every breath heavy and slow. She doesn’t even move.

This is your final ramp-up, the pace almost numbing, and then the internal throbs come out of nowhere—you can’t delay your end much longer. These past few minutes have been completely devoted to your stimulation, so it was only a matter of time. You push your knees down into the mattress now, having to hold onto yourself as much as Saerom. (What part of self you’re holding onto is a question you won’t or can’t answer.) feeling the familiar pulses of climax in two of your strokes, you’re tempted to clamp down on her waist and keep your cock buried inside.

But then, you look at her ass. The roundness is so perfect and, like with her face, the only thing worth doing to perfection is to flaw it.

Here begins the end of all journeys.

Here, in this beautiful moment, you understand, the dots, tiny prickles of pleasure were grains of sand. They return in an overbearing way. Your mind is an infinite beach, where time stands still and then gives way to waves and the tangy orange sunset. This is sweet and fruitful perfection, the orgasm temporary but more real than any existence can claim. The shape of Saerom’s body, the sandcastles, the nostalgic memories, you’re damn near tears at the thought, but this is a cry of bliss as you moan and let everything out.

A long first short of semen lands on her back, creamy white streaking down the dips. With Saerom bent over, the cum runs down toward the back of her neck in the central valley of her spine. You’re tempted to keep unloading there. But, after seeing her ass rise and fall, you then aim for her buttcheeks, giving each one an equal amount of love, mixing sweat with seed. You watch them clench as Saerom feels the warm sticky load, watch them ripple as heavy breaths make her whole body lurch back and forth. How hypnotic the pendulum. You cum more ropes than you expected, absolutely drenching her backside. You only know that Saerom is awake because she brings her hand to her neck, where your semen collects, then licks her hand to taste.

The two of you catch your breath. You want to sit against the back of the bed, your body slack and lacking energy, but you take the initiative to grab a big handful of tissues and clean the mess you’ve made on Saerom’s backside.

Eventually, you and Saerom lie on the bed. She holds your hand. You look at her and let quiet wash over you both for a while.

To break the silence, you ask, “You okay?”

The end of the journey is only the start of a new one. Cyclic. Possibly infinite. Saerom’s answer to your question is a question: “Do you want to fuck my ass?”

You pause. Definitely infinite, judging by time’s nonmovement. The answer is obvious, your “yes” breathless and nearly the neediest you’ve found yourself.

“I’m gonna shower,” she says. “Also, I’ll need you to get hard for me again." 

"I’ll help you clean up then.” After all, what could re-spark your erection more than soaping Saerom down, watching water drip down her curves? But when you get up, she places a hand on your shoulder. 

“I have a different idea.” Saerom grabs her phone, opens up photos, and goes to the hidden album.

Your jaw drops while she smiles, stands, and heads to the bathroom.

Top left of the screen, 10:04, but never mind the time. You’re not sure where to begin, so you open the latest. A simple selfie in her bathroom with naught but a towel around her waist, the steam of a hot shower in the air. You didn’t think a selfie could be art, and then you see her wet hair and the droplets of water making trails down her tits, and you’d proudly have a print of that hanging in your living room.

Careful, don’t go crazy stroking yourself—wait, when did you even start doing that?—keep a casual pace of your hand up and down your shaft.

Spoiled for choice, you tap the gallery at random and find a video of Saerom on her bedroom floor. Her clear suction dildo is attached to some large book, weighing it down. Clever. (Note that the proxy cock is about the same size and shape as your real one.) She aligns its silicone tip, looks at the camera, wasn’t lying—your name’s but a whisper as she sinks down into the toy. Then she starts riding, and you understand her practice was studious. It’s like a dance perfected, how she makes her body move on her knees, tits bouncing, eyes unwavering. The same way she was riding your cock earlier. So that’s where she got the practice.

There are plenty more racy images, particularly artful ones of her nude silhouette as a shadow against her wall and less than artful pictures of fingers spreading her perfect pussy lips. Other short videos arouse you equally: a 2-second video of Saerom pulling her jeans down to her thighs, enough to show off the squish of her butt cheeks; an 8-second video of Saerom taking off her shirt in a public toilet to flaunt her bralessness to a mirror before running to a stall at the sound of the door opening; and an hour-long video of a cheerful Saerom dancing to various songs, nude in her living room. Actually, that video was only 7 minutes long. Felt like an hour though.

The sound of water flowing from the bathroom stops. Saerom should be coming out soon. You didn’t realize how tightly you were gripping your shaft.

It’s unbelievable the sheer number of pictures and videos there were in the phone’s gallery. Had to be at least one for every day since you last met her. It’d be difficult to quantify which was your favorite, and which one you would masturbate to the most.

However, the answer was clear. The hottest video, or set of videos, was yet another dildo. This one isn’t as girthy as the clear suction dildo, as she holds it in her hand. Two key differences. First, this pink phallus had little marks on it. Each subsequent video had another mark, a centimeter deeper. In some of the videos, she’d be fully nude while in other videos, she’d have a hoodie or oversized shirt on, but nothing else, leaving her bottomless. Sometimes it’d be daytime, birds chirping, sun shining into the room, and other times, it was at night, dimly lit as the room is now. Second, and more importantly, is that every video had the same format: she sat comfortably in her bed, legs spread, then she took lube, coated her fingers (initially one, but then it became two, three), and slid them in her ass—the fingers were only the start though; afterward, she kept her anal entrance relaxed as she spread lube onto the pink dildo, then slid the toy inside herself at an extremely gentle pace.

She had already been able to take your dick in her ass, though it wasn’t the most pleasant experience back then. You enjoyed it visually, but seeing the strain and discomfort on Saerom put you off of it (not to mention the wrenching tightness for you, barely inserting a third of your length). You thought you’d have to save the anal experience for another day. Didn’t think it’d be today. Plus, the mere concept of progress here, the enjoyment she’s having, is somehow making you harder than ever, as if you didn’t just cum five minutes ago.

You can even find where Saerom hit a plateau in the middle of the collection of anal training videos. She had a pout on her face and rolled her eyes when she couldn’t push the pink dildo deeper inside her asshole. In the next video, she tried the same length but with a bullet vibrator on her clit—even used tape to hold it. Not only did it help, to get the toy deeper inside, but she also squirted all over her phone camera.

The door opens, greeting Saerom to the sound of her moans from her phone until you quickly pause it in surprise. Nothing on but a towel. Picturesque. In her hand, a bottle of lube.

“Oh, hey. I remember buying that,” you say, pointing to the bottle. “Did it expire?”

“I didn’t think about that.” Saerom examines the bottle. “January 2024. Should be fine.”

She stands in front of you, drops her towel, and you thoroughly examine her figure. The hourglass curves, you want to make her toss and turn, forget the time. The sole sure sign of the time’s passage is that night falls differently, moonlight mixing with the small lamp—now on the ground, not sure when that got there—casting subtly new angles of shadows on Saerom. In all lights, she looks ethereal, contrasting her casual attitude. A light smile, she dusts off her bookshelf. A light step toward her desk, she readjusts a potted plant. Like she forgot you were here for a moment, a light giggle as she remembers your presence and takes her phone back. 

“I take it you liked what you saw?” Saerom declares, rhetorical.

Right, you should nod here. So nod. But you’re holding your breath too, nodding emptily. You’ve decided she doesn’t look ethereal; she is ethereal, immaterial, of another world. You can’t touch her even though you did, consequences of ethereality you can hardly endure. Endure you shall because you must. Her nude form is unmatched. Her ass is unmatched. Your hands on her ass were a ghostly dream.

Saerom walks around the room, cleaning more. You’d offer to help but you’re simply awestruck, your eyes like a hawk. She fixes the lamp, the pile of pillows, and the clothes laying around on the floor.

Returning your gaze, she eyes your erection. Saerom points, and you’re back in position, and she’s back to the floor, lube still in hand.

You sit on the edge of her bed. Soft, springy, doesn’t make too much noise even when two people are testing the limits of its suspension—now you’re sure of it. With the wet mess, hopefully, the sheets dry as you remember. Your feet are right on the ground, but there’s something different this time. The tension and doubt of earlier are silent; if you had to take a stab at it, you’ve never seen this sort of raw hunger from Saerom as she’s kneeling between your legs. Your cock twitches, free in the air, when she licks at it experimentally.

“You don’t have to do this. Your pics kept me hard as a rock.” Look, a statement as dumb as not contacting Saerom.

You’re fortunate that Saerom is set on getting your dick in her mouth. “Shut it,” she says, “you know how much I love sucking this dick.”

“Right… but remind me.”

A smirk tugs at the corner of Saerom’s lips, then a soft exhalation. The warm breath sends tingles through your cock to the rest of you. What is there in the rest of you? You can only wonder when Saerom starts to give the same licking worship to your cock as you did to her whole body, spending as much time bathing you in her saliva. Her tongue is soft, wet, and all over your shaft, and the smooches on your cockhead plant your feet down into the ground. Your fingers curl. Five into the air, five into her hair. Let her go. She has work to do.

Saerom, relinquishing her momentary trance, opens the lube bottle. She squeezes a dollop onto her hand, can barely match the amount of saliva that she’s already drooling. Saerom tries her best to go to work, to give you a blowjob while applying the lube at the same time. Her palm rubs the cool lubricant onto your shaft, fingertips work all the half-viscous fluid around your whole cock—makes sure plenty is under your tip (does that part even need to be lubricated like that, or is she just toying with you?)—then she uses her dextrous tongue to spread the lube further. Pulling back, Saerom seals her lips on your cockhead, cheeks hollowing as she sucks and uses both hands to stroke you up and down. She’s diligent, but all that lube ends up being washed away by the excess of spit from her eager mouth bobbing down into your length, impulsively taking you into the back of her mouth. A waste, though you’re going to buy new lube for her soon. She has work to do, and you’re not stopping her for now.

You can tell that taking you into her throat isn’t on purpose; however, Saerom is so captivated with sucking your cock that she ends up gagging a couple of times. You’re worried at first, pulling your hips back, but Saerom looks at you with puppy eyes and a pout on your cock—as if to ask why you took away her favorite toy, and imagine a harrumph for theatrical measure. At the unexpected, unspoken brattiness, you raise your hands. If she wants saliva streaming down her chin to get your full length into her throat, so be it. So be it that she wants her eyes to water.

A question Saerom won’t answer, too busy: you’ve already given her what she wants, so why is she whining and humming on your cock like it isn’t enough? Then you realize she knows what she’s doing, knows how the vibrations are getting from your cockhead to your real head. knows how the foamy slobber makes her lips feel extra soft and pillowy. Amen to all the fluids, holier than water can get.

Having eaten her out however many minutes ago, you empathize with how tiring oral service gets. When Saerom finally pulls back from your dick, she exercises her jaw, moves it side to side, and stretches it.

Fix the thick strands on her forehead, putting the bangs back in place. She might have just showered, yet you could easily have mistaken her damp locks for being wet with the mess she’s made in her blowjob.

Saerom wipes the excess of saliva and licks her palms, then grabs the lube. This time, she’s more careful. More handiwork spreading lube than mouthy work as she kisses and tongues your tip with greater restraint.

In such a sensitive state—your previous orgasm wasn’t that far in the past—even the faint grazes of Saerom’s tongue draw out involuntary moans from you, and your mouth is a tight contorting curve. Something of a smile, something of a frown. You manage to ask regardless, “How does it taste?”

“The lube? It’s a little sweet, but not the best flavor. Here.” Saerom squeezes a drop onto her hand and offers her finger to you. 

You wrap your lips around her middle finger, and you forget you were supposed to be tasting something as you made eye contact with her. Saerom smirks back. Is it a fruity flavor? Maybe it’s flower yet again, to match her shampoo. Doesn’t matter. You keep her finger in your mouth, and she laughs when you give it a soft bite before she takes her hand away.

“I, for one, prefer the taste of this cock.” Saerom licks in a circle. “It’s musky and sweaty and salty, and I love it. Especially when pre-cum comes out like this—” she tongues at your cock’s slit, and you shudder.

Pretend that time is unwavering, a force inerrant, yet your mind can do so much to trick you, to make the past/present/future all toys in the same room converge. Turns to dots, to visions. You could be sitting here as you are, a passive man for the rest of your life (for all you know, this night will be the rest of your life), or you could be making good on promises.

You have work to do. This is the unthinking reverie of a man possessed by visions of a single thing you’ve been waiting for, for a year, for a lifetime, for dreams eternal. Don’t call it a reverie. Your actions are not light. You pull Saerom up from her kneeling stance, a hint of unnecessary rabid strength. This force is used in place of words, forgoing language in a new way. Your grip on her hand says something. If only you could say what it is. And she never liked when you just stood there silent, but her mouth is open and her eyes are needy.

Her brows are raised when you shove, and her yelps are unsurprisingly filled with surprise when you bring her to her desk, unforgiving in how you lever her arm back, grab wrist, animal thoughts, smack, one, two, the orbs of her ass jiggle. You’re in a human place, a human still. Posthaste, clearing the haze in your head, you clear out the stationery from the middle of the desk. There’s the rest of her, perfect, yet it middles to the true perfection of her asshole. You lay your cock between her asscheeks, left hand cupping their heft.

Saerom needs something from you, but she’s so beautifully compromised. Her arm is bent back, her wrist tight in your grip. Her legs are straight, but you see the buckle in her knees—it’s taking active effort from Saerom to keep her ass lifted in the air for you. All the while, her face is right on the desk, and she twists her head to look back. She’s pleading with her eyes. Put it in, put it in. Why say it out loud when the soft whimpers tell you as much.

Despite all the primal force and exhibition, you’re no animal. As much as you want to dive straight in and impale your whole length at once, she needs to acclimate even with her diligent practice with toys. Besides, it gives you an excuse to admire her ass when you push your lube-covered cock’s tip against her tight sphincter. Leave it there, for a breath, for two. Deep breaths. Long breaths. Breaths that let you stare at Saerom’s ass until time ends because you’ll never tire at the shape outlining sublimity, the weight so perfect, the firmness of the glute muscles, the smooth and light skin marked red by your hand and beginning to bead with sweat, the crease into her equally ample thighs. Your tip is at the start of anally penetrating Saerom, and all you can think about are the two surrounding cushions. You will never tire of staring at Saerom’s butt.

You do tire of having only your tip in the chokehold of Saerom’s tight entrance. So eventually, you push in, a glacial rate, a tectonic rate, eras, timescales for scientists. The minutes dilate like you’re pushing against a law of physics, a speed limit, even if your length is plunging into Saerom’s ass as slow as it can. New paradoxes, record it. The waves propagating throughout your body, at one inch, at two inches, three, four, five, etc, record them. The snug ring of her asshole is almost at the base of your shaft, yet there’s a complete saturation of bliss, record it. All this pleasure must be recorded rigorously in your mind as charts and tables flash by in an attempt to put numbers down to the innumerable.

Saerom’s back arches on this first penetration, her eyes rolling up into her head, where she isn’t thinking about anything, and now you aren’t either. Saerom’s anal walls are built like a cocksleeve to hug and clamp around your shaft. With this inexorably tight hold, you can’t move, a statue, marbled by pleasure.

Looking back at you, Saerom frowns, her thinking returning. She doesn’t speak but she says why the fuck aren’t you totally inside, and you can hear it out loud in the bedroom only filled with ragged breathing. In frustration, she lifts her ass higher by tiptoeing, and you have to grab something, the edge of the desk, her waist, whatever you can. You look down, and her legs are trembling now. Long groans escape you and Saerom when you’re finally guts deep, finally inside her ass with your whole length. Never have you gone this deep inside Saerom; the last anal attempt was more half-assed. Now you’re stretching Saerom in places she didn’t know she had, content with her warming your cock.

You pull back, squeeze a bit more lube on your cock for good measure, and begin anally fucking Saerom in earnest. Can’t let patience rule you. Her pussy is tight; this ass has a complete throttlehold. To ram into Saerom’s asshole means you succumb to the constriction and thus what would be a torrid rhythm is turned spasmodic—fierce, yet subject to fits of paralysis, where you return from fleshly lust to scientific observation. Metrology in mind, you measure the precise amount of your dick inside of Saerom’s butt, calculate the forces with which her asscheeks jiggle.

Nothing so surgical about your hands as you pull by her hair bundled in your fingers, enough to lift her head off the desk. Saerom looks at you with a nearly crazed frown—no, that’s her smile upside down—mad lust in her eyes, and teardrops every time her asshole is impaled by your shaft, down to the balls.

As much as you’re fucking Saerom, Saerom is fucking you. Regardless of her submissive position bent over the desk, she backs that ass up into you, and her smile shifts from smug to wild to docile and pliant with every thrust.

Thrust back and you see her gaped asshole, the width and consequences of your cock’s pounding. It’s winking, at a rapid rhythm somewhere between her breaths and her heartbeat.

Who cares that you’re in the middle of fucking Saerom’s unmatched ass—you can’t help but get on your knees.

“Oh, fuck,” Saerom says, “what are you—ohhh." 

Your tongue finds itself in Saerom’s used and stretched-out hole. One hand is holding an asscheek with a firm grip while the other hand is teasing her pussy lips. You drive your tongue deep enough that her asshole can’t just relax, can’t just ungape itself from being this well-fucked—it’d be a waste of effort and time, and you haven’t eaten out this perfect ass yet. The flavor is foreign but welcome, or whatever. Your lips refuse to release from her widened hole regardless of taste, and your tongue will rival Gluttony’s sin in your relentless analingus. If you do release, it’s only to kiss each of her plump cheeks, to give them the love they deserve, but her anus deserves more love with the bliss it sends to you. Give that love, and romance is returned in a thrumming moan, vibrating through the wood of the desk on which Saerom’s head lays.

In search of deepening that pleasant noise, you fully focus your hands’ attention on her leaking cunt. There were already clear strings leading from her slit to her thighs, from between her legs to the floor, but when you begin to insert fingers into her untongued hole and circle her clit, the leak becomes a whole-hearted drench. Saerom near crumples, slumping at the desk, your active hands keeping her from totally sliding off. The pitch of her voice heightens, and her whole body shakes.

"I’m f-fucking, cu-cumming!”

Your fingers are battering into her pussy, your tongue is sloppily tending to her asshole, and you’re kneeling next to a puddle growing as the spray from her cunt reaches its maximum pressure—

Catch her. As she shudders and limps into the floor as you envisioned, you hold Saerom as you two sit and inhale and exhale and inhale and—and slowly now, exhale.

“Slowly now, exhale,” you say.

Saerom turns her head, eyes like a stray cat fed. Look deeper, and it’s more like there’s nothing there past the sclera’s white, the iris’ dark brown, dim of her pupils. The colors and shapes are all in the right places, sure. Nothing. Stroke her cheeks, its high bones, and her nose and her jaw. Be careful with those. Don’t get a cut on their sharp edges. The thought evolves: how sharp can she be? Her words and glare can cut, at times. Here, she’s feathers. She’s clouded; no, she’s clouds. She’s fur. Looks back at you, the quietest smirk, like this one doesn’t say anything—she can be a cat, sure.

Though your breaths are now steady, you have to carry her as you relocate your two bodies to the bed. While Saerom’s orgasm has racked her, you are not faring much better. Truly flagging, it takes a whole minute until you’re both lying on the mattress—the clock you forgot or pretend not to care about said 10:28 with its longest hand up, then 10:29, longest hand up again when you look again.

Your arm under her neck, Saerom looks at you. “So we’re done for the night?” she asks.

You laugh weakly. “You’re asking like we’re not.”

Saerom rolls her leg over your waist, hooking your erection between her calf and thigh to make a point.

Again, your laugh has little air to it. As much as you want to go on forever, spend all the moonlight fucking Saerom’s ass, you don’t have the energy left to move. You close your eyes, sorry in your heart for ignoring her succubine advance for a final round.

You’re going to sleep. One or five or thirty minutes pass. Can’t tell. The internal hourglass is too tired. Sand won’t even fall. There should be an ending here regardless.

Weight. Instead of an ending and empty darkness of sleep, weight, and heft, the now intimately familiar but always welcome warmth and plushness of Saerom’s butt against your crotch. You feel her hair scattered on your face, tickling and itching, and you half open your eyes, but you stay stock-still. Instead of next to you, Saerom is lying on top of you.

You should’ve known this would happen. It’s not the first time she’s done this to you, not even the first time on this bed. When you were stressed from the responsibilities and the changes of your new non-idol occupation, you answered a Saerom booty call, expecting to have fucked out your tension and worry. However, the moment you lay on her bed, you fell asleep—then woke up to Saerom sliding down onto your cock like it was a bomb that would explode at the slightest bump.

You didn’t complain then, and when you watch Saerom apply lube on her thighs, making them shiny and wet, you don’t complain now. The muted glimmer of her pale skin, her thighs giving way to your cockhead as it pokes out with each slide, yet those don’t compare to the loving caress of her flesh on your shaft.

Saerom must know you’re awake. There’s no way you can ignore the coolness of the lube on your tip, or her finger smearing the small beads of seed on your slit. She carries on yet, the sluggish up-down motion of her legs becoming a back and forth: she moves forward to slide your length against her pussy lips, then moves back to give your shaft her thighs’ full embrace.

You buck up into her labia, her thighs, and that’s when she gives up the game, a chuckle as she shakes her head, moving hair off your face.

“Look at you,” she whispers, “pretending to be asleep.”

You groan when she grasps your shaft carelessly. “I didn’t want to interrupt.”

She sits up, grabs the lube, applies more to your length by stroking and twisting, then guides your cock into her asshole before leaning back into your chest.

Kiss her neck. Lightly, with pecks, you didn’t forget. It matches the verve with which Saerom fucks her ass into you.

That is to say, none.

Unlike with the desk, this is the laziest anal sex you’ve ever had. Every few seconds, a deliberate rolling of her ass. In, out, this piston couldn’t drive a toy car. There’s purring like a car anyway: guttural sounds from deep within your throat, Saerom matches them, still not used to the brute stretching of her asshole. If her pussy is a natural moist velvet that enveloped your cock, her asshole is the closest thing you can imagine to a sex toy, made to wring your cock out, lube fully necessary for the tightness. She’s almost stuck on your shaft, making each act of pulling out a whole grippy ordeal.

After enough of this lethargic penetration, you endure the ordeal and unsheathe fully.

There’s only one way this can end. You truly understand how this night is a cycle. The giver becomes the receiver; the subject becomes the agent—the push and the pull are bound in sequence.

Never any words to communicate the time to switch where they aren’t needed and are a waste of oxygen by now. (You, the liar or the fool, must know you’re fluent by now.)

You peel Saerom off your cock, setting her aside on the bed. You’re not so gentle when you flip her over. She sits up, kneeling, facing away from you (facing the dear enemy, the clock, above the head of the bed). Hands on knees, she wiggles her ass and looks back at you. The soles of her feet are equally inviting, toes wiggling. (You want to bite them.) She bites her finger. Never fails to make you act.

You’re quick to your feet, standing by the edge of the bed, and then grab Saerom’s waist and pull her toward you. Falling forward, she gets on all fours.

Push.

If the rest of your life could be defined by pushing and pulling with Saerom, that would be fine by you.

Cock in her asshole, nothing more.

Fine, there’s a little more. You’re holding your shaft, your thumb on your tip, and you tease Saerom’s anal entrance one last time. even if this hole has acclimatized to the exact mold of your dick’s shape, evidenced by its continued gape, you can’t help but savor a final time. You rub your tip around in a circle.

Enough of that. You push an hour into a minute, pull a minute into a second, push a second to the wayside. There is no truly timing in the animalistic act of doggystyle, especially not with Saerom. Hands in her hair, hands on her back, hands spanking hard against her ass, hands cupping her breast as you bend over and kiss where your fingers dug in, every thrust consolidating into one. You’re under some self-made thrall, and Saerom is in that same complete thrall. With her feet keep kicking up at the sheer bulldozing force into her very guts, you take one moment of not having her ass in your hands to knead her soles. Then you’re back inside, making sure that mold-tight hold of her asshole is perfectly set, or whatever was there is being rearranged. How you’re fucking Saerom on all fours, it’s like you’re rushing for an ending, and you get what you want soon enough.

A single fiber of your being and your soul (in other words, hormones and nerves) becomes a quivering fire, then two fibers, then four, and the pretty pattern flowers into something equally pretty in its chaos.

As this night can’t last forever, the doggystyle position can’t last either.

She falls back down, face onto the mattress, and she spreads her legs in a split. You keep pounding, your false energy like the retreating soldiers of a battle sounding off their final shots, and as you do, you massage her ass. Saerom shouts into her pillow at your throes, though it’s equally spaced with satisfied hums at your unfailing handiwork. Hands are the only part of you that fail to fail. You want to fill her insides with cum, to destroy the crumbling dam of your restraint. Want to paint her guts white. Want becomes need. You’re fucking her hard enough to turn the necessary into the truth. 

“Saerom, I’m…” Finish your sentence. You can’t.

Saerom has her own idea about this ending anyway.

She pulls herself off you. Her tight anus is reluctant to let go of your pulsating cock (you empathize). Saerom rushes to your waist, crawling down to the floor and onto her knees in front of you. It gives you a second to breathe—no, it doesn’t; Saerom’s lips are sealed around your cock already. By the look in her eyes, she wants to suck your soul out. All uncertainty thrown aside, she pushes herself down into your length with a repeated rhythm. Each loud and forceful gag of her self-throatfucking comes with a mess of spit that stains her bed, waterfalls onto the floor.

However, you have the final say.

Grab her hair, pull your cock out of her mouth, and stroke yourself as you aim down.

The first shot hits her chin, dripping, but the other jets of cum cover her neck, her shoulders, and her collarbone, exactly as promised. There are no revelations in this orgasm—unfortunately, you haven’t been superhumanly recharged. The edge of your sight blackens and your knees halfway give out. For this is purely physical. Pure hormones and static sparking pleasure to your body as you stroke your cock to Saerom’s visage and form, and quivering fire is jittery lightning when you cover all that unblemished skin in sticky cum, vulgarizing, fulfilling promises sexy.

Your mouth is dry. Everything else too.

A phone is handed to you. A picture is taken. A smile is on her lips. (A final lesson, smiles don’t drip the same way cum does.)

There should be an ending here, but see, climaxes are the true ending, and the true ending is just a necessity. As you and Saerom cuddle, there is an understanding. Comfortable, but uncomfortable. The future, a future, between the two of you exists in some uncertain state. The two of you might find something deeper in this bond, or might never know anything more than friendship and sex. Don’t think too hard for now. It exists unspoken, for now. Whatever would exist is far away from the confines of this bed, and this hold on her body, and eyelids lowering with the understandings between you intertwining—not solved, but trying; if it were solved, then you would just say it right now. We’re together. We’re not together. We’re just fucking. Who cares. If it were solved, there would be no ambiguity to the ghost touch of Saerom’s fingertips on your back and a breath trying to let a word out but letting that warm air become past sand in the glass bulbs and the upper bulb is damn near empty.

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“So, how do you think it came out?” Jiheon asks. She’s in your lap as you sit on the couch.

You take a second to process the words, with Jiheon interrupting the review of the footage. All that’s in your brain is the delightful sight of her deep in pleasure while you fucked her from behind, as well as the delightful feel of her thighs squishing under your fingers right now—you love the way your touch can make her giggle.

“I think it’s a good start,” you say. “Once you get a better set up, I think it’ll be even better.”

In your mind, it’ll only be better when your cock is buried in her again, not just nested between her ass cheeks as they are now. 

Things unfortunately don’t get better as Jiheon leaves the warmth of your embrace. Turns out your judgment was flawed, however, when she ties her hair into a messy ponytail and gets on her knees between your spread legs.

She looks up and smiles. “Now for your payment, Daddy.”

You grab the phone.

This one will be on camera.

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“Holy shit. Fifty thousand dollars.” Jiheon is scanning the financial dashboard; her channel, creamandheonni, has blown up, and it’s only been three weeks, having only posted the sex scene, a quick blowjob, and a few flirtatious pictures. Your understanding of this new porn paradigm is tangential at best, through surface-level conversations with fellow actors who had this much more lucrative side hustle; you’re aware regardless that Jiheon’s frankly absurd growth can be attributed to her filling a niche, a rare intersection of natural prettiness and genuine enthusiasm.

“That’s great news.” From behind, you pull Jiheon into your arms. You were content with your life, or maybe just unwilling to diverge from the routine of mediocrity. You kiss the top of her head and bury your nose in her sweet-smelling hair, only tinged with pink as it’ll soon fade back to black—more and more now, you want to entirely eschew routine. “You’re going to be so successful,” you say.

She’s still scrolling through the dashboard, checking out her comments and likes, though she makes herself comfortable by leaning into your neck and humming. “Should I move out now?” Jiheon asks. “I mean, this place is a little cramped, and you have a nice house, right?”

Your fingers rake the ends of her hair. Deep breaths, your nose catches coconut, honey, a bit of jasmine. As Jiheon settles into your torso, her silky hair makes your neck feel fuzzy. You consider your next words carefully.

“If you want… you can move in with me while you look for a better apartment. No hurry, okay?”

There are people whose eyes you look into, deeply, yet feel nothing—for one, everybody you work with in a porn studio. However, Jiheon is not one of these people. She tilts her head back to look at you, and your heart trips on a bump on the floor and it bumps. Her fake blue lenses make her wide eyes shimmer like calm waves in a summer sea, or a cool drink on that same balmy day. 

“You’d really let me stay with you? Are you sure?”

Hold her tighter; she coos. “Yes,” you say, more confident now. “And if you need a partner for any more videos…”

“I was just gonna ask that,” she says with a sly grin. She turns around, straddles your lap, and puts her arms around your neck. “So you don’t mind me moving in?”

“Not at all.”

Jiheon kisses you, her lips soft and plump against yours. She starts to grind into your lap, your cock hardening under her ass.

“And you really, really don’t mind helping me film?”

You laugh. “Whatever you need, baby.”

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Whatever she needs. Apparently, it’s much, and you’re unsure how she fit her life in that shoebox.

As if she’s always lived here, Jiheon has taken up half your house. Your fridge isn’t a textbook example of a single male’s diet anymore, gaining a whole variety of side dishes inside and its door now plastered with notes—mostly advertisements for new restaurants to try, though occasionally something more sentimental. Your bathroom has turned into a storage closet, filled with all kinds of self-care items, nail polishes, and beauty masks. You even come home one evening to find a pink coffee machine sitting pretty on your countertop. She’s managed to snatch up your master bedroom, relegating you into your guest bedroom, a quaint empty room now home to a vanity with lights. But that did not bother you, because you sleep together most days, and now you sleep a lot better, and wake up much earlier, with Jiheon wrapped around you every day.

The title of the film is Jiheon Fucks Her Landlord For Rent, and you don’t need the script. Read it thirty times already. It’s true that you’re being exploited for money, but consider this: Whatever. This is top-shelf content you’re having the pleasure of starring in, even if it’s something like unpaid overtime. You come home from shoots to Jiheon sprawled naked on the bed, and your job cannot compare. With her petite ass out and her laptop open in front of her, she picks out songs to listen to while she edits clips to put up for sale. Then she would pounce on you, pushing you onto the mattress and riding you until you’re both spent, and you would only hope she remembered to put a camera somewhere.

There is one fundamental problem for you, though—she is a fucking monster when it comes to fucking, and that’s why, no matter how many times you fuck her, no matter how much cum you deposit inside her, no matter how tired you are, she always wants more.

Tonight is no exception. She saunters up to you while you’re watching television, plops herself down right into your lap, and wiggles her ass over your crotch, a position that’s become domestic.

“Hey,” she murmurs, her arms around your neck, “whatcha watching?”

Not even a token effort to lean to the side so that you can keep watching. You shrug as your hands land on her back. “Not sure. Some sport. Volleyball. Tennis?”

Jiheon leans forward to nibble your ear. “Doesn’t sound exciting. How about we do something more exciting?”

Your hands end up moving down to cup her ass—inevitable. “Mm, yeah? What’d you have in mind, baby girl?”

She grinds into your dick, hardening in haste. Jiheon pulls back to smirk at you, her eyes dark. “I was thinking… hmm, maybe Daddy could film me getting railed?”

“You just want enough money to buy a new toy,” you say, laughing. Jiheon has accumulated quite the collection ever since setting up her OnlyFans, and you’re still working out how to handle taxes and expenses with all that.

“Guilty,” she chirps, pecking your lips. “But c'mon. I’ll make it worth your while.”

“Jiheon, today I had sex with three girls. Three.” Your voice is as blank as your expression. “They were all just like you, new to porn. What more do you think I’d want?”

You’re trying to tease her, and indeed, she sticks her bottom lip out. But there’s genuine exhaustion there because as stated, three girls. Unstated is the hours standing around, waiting for them to get ready, ultimately ending in a sickeningly faux excitement

Jiheon stares into you. “Maybe you’d like spitroasting me? I’ve been talking to one of your porn dude friends about it.”

You perk up. The image of Jiheon’s face distorted, tears flowing down her cheeks, with two, maybe three dicks in her, is an enticing one.

Then you scratch your head. “Sorry, wait, ‘porn dude friends’?”

“Yeah, your coworkers, you said you only like a few of them. And I talked to one of them and we’ve been coming up with a video idea.”

As usual, you can never guess where she would be headed next. “Well, now you have me curious as to who.”

She crosses her arms. “Mmm. Maybe I’ll tell you after you fuck me.”

You slouch. “Jiheon, I’m serious. I’m exhausted.”

“You’re shooting four scenes today,” Jiheon says, sternly, and with her directorial tone, maybe she does have a career behind the camera too. “Trust me. We can do something relaxing. You know, nice and slow, maybe use this new toy I got. You don’t have to pound me like rice flour into mochi. Or like some random girl who’s gonna wash out of the porn industry after five scenes.”

You counter, “You did in one.”

Her lips tugging at a smile again, Jiheon slaps your chest. “Shut up, you know what I meant. Anyway, I’m just trying to suggest something new here. You can stay completely still inside me, and film me cumming over and over while I keep the new vibrator on me.”

You close your mouth tight. The only thing your penis ever has to say about the topic: the more, the better; it says this in hardness. Jiheon giggles, knowing she’s already convinced you.

“Besides, you could get some practice, lasting longer, without the pills,” she says. “And then there’s the whole thing about 'getting to cum inside the tightest pussy you’ve ever felt after years of being a porn star, honestly’ but maybe you’re taking that for granted now. Hmph.” You’ll never understand how she can look so cute while saying such immodest things, but Jiheon’s pouting is undeniable. “I’m seriously excited about the vibrator though,” she adds in that same breath.

However, you turn up your nose. A few spanks to Jiheon’s ass, and you say, “And here I thought you only needed your Daddy to fuck you.”

“Well, apparently Daddy is busy all day fucking three girls, so he’s all tired by the time he gets home.” She pouts, leans over, bedroom eyes, and whispers, right into your lips, “I have needs too, you know. Can’t you take care of me properly?”

“Fine, fine. Let me shower first, you kinky little…” You trail off, searching for the right insult.

“Slut? Whore? Addict for Daddy’s cock?” she supplies as she weighs down into your lap. “You’re not going anywhere. I want your cock all sweaty and musky and used by some other girls.”

“Alright, I get it,” you say, peeling Jiheon off your thighs. “You’re a kinky little slut whore addict for my cock. Let me at least get the cameras.”

Jiheon grins, giving your cheek a kiss as you stand up. “Can’t wait.”

She runs back to her room to change clothes, finding a few things, a cock ring, an adorable thin black choker, and the newest addition—a blue bullet vibrator. You consider sneaking to the shower anyway, though before you make up your mind, she returns to the living room, setting up her laptop.

You’ve already prepared the three cameras, including a POV camera as well as the microphones, and you return seated to the couch. She checks all the lighting (“Natural but nice, not too bright,” she said, giving her a leg up on most studio directors), the framing of each shot, while skimpy black underwear hugs her tight ass. How did Jiheon become such a detail-oriented person? This certainly doesn’t seem like the same girl who was cum drunk in your lap after her debut scene. But you know how these amateur scenes always end—the sort of mess that makes a viewer need to watch the whole way through.

Jiheon starts the scene in earnest as she often does: one clap to mark the scene, then she shows off her outfit, this time a pink crop top and a black thong. She takes off her clothes slowly, then she cups her breasts, her nipples hardening under her touch. Jiheon finds her own delicate touch inadequate, desperate to pinch at the delicate pink buds under her top, and she moans quietly in response—moans grow louder with her other hand between her thighs, digits toying with her slit through the underwear. She’s already soaked. The familiar shape of her pussy lips reacquaints itself with the light. It’s where the theater would applaud. As she pulls away, licks her fingers clean, Jiheon lets out a little whine. You know it’s genuine because you see her lips turn downwards for a split second, pouting at her self-induced lack of touch.

Composing herself, her big smile returns, and she gets down on her knees to crawl: destination—camera A to the side of the couch, pointing toward the center of the living room. Though you’re not the target on the tripod, your view is pretty great. Jiheon’s back is arched, her chest low, and her pert ass jiggles subtly with each step. Your eyes are glued to that edible little treat, and your hands are itching to grope and squeeze, but you resist. Jiheon is much more of a natural at this than you—when she reaches her destination, she gives the lens a kiss, then turns around, showing off her ass and wiggling her hips.

“Cut.” She repositions the camera to face you on the couch, then she claps. Despite the clear marker, and though you know all this 4K 60FPS footage is going to make your new server room in the basement whine, you keep recording. Jiheon has a history of going off-script.

One example: she has two perfectly good feet, yet she’s crawling back over to you, and before you can say anything, she’s already got her lips against yours. Jiheon kisses you passionately, her tongue running along your lower lip and making you groan. It’s the sort of footage you can put in a bonus reel. 

She points out the cock ring and the vibrator on the table.“We can start with the POV camera. Show off putting the vibrator on me and the cock ring on you. Then camera B for the penetration, and camera A for the full body.” Then she’s back to kissing, sitting on your thigh, and did you always have a Pavlovian response to directorial whisper or did she instigate that is a new question.

Jiheon picks up the vibrator, turning it on as you position the camera on your shoulder. Her head is down as she fiddles with the settings, and you take the opportunity to cup her breasts. Jiheon lets out a moan, a low sudden noise, looking up at you with a mischievous glint in her eyes. She turns around, places her legs over yours, and pulls down her thong.

“Daddy, can you help me put this on? I’ll suck you off as thanks,” she says, her voice sweet as sugar.

You take the toy from her hands and press it against her wet entrance. Wetter now. She shudders and whimpers. Her thighs tense. When you turn it on, the toy buzzes against her clit and she lets out a heavy groan, what a symphonic cacophony. You tease her folds for a moment, circling the toy around before pushing it inside. The small thing disappears completely within Jiheon’s cunt. You attach the blue wire coming out of her cunt to a strap around her thigh, then you play with the vibrator’s settings on your phone, making Jiheon squirm.

“Oh, Daddy, fuck.” Jiheon’s legs clamp together, trapping your hand between her thighs, but it’s only the second-best trap inside something greedy; your cock’s becoming jealous of the vibrator inside her. 

Riding your palm and fingers, she rocks her hips back and forth, her back arches, and her adorable tits sway enough to get your mouth watering. She leans back against you, her hands gripping your arm.

“Fuck, you’re so good at this. So good at getting me off.” Jiheon turns around, her lips brushing against your ear.

You would attribute most of it to the machine doing work inside of her, but you don’t want to ruin her video, so you simply kiss her neck, sucking on her soft skin. You can’t ever get your lips off of each other’s bodies. Her taste, a little sweat, a little heat, is not just a once-in-a-while dessert anymore—it’s rice; it’s water; nipping at her flesh is a staple, a daily need.

Jiheon sighs and purrs and grinds harder when your cock hardens against her ass. Your hand speeds up, trying to keep up with her hips, and you hold down a groan. You know the character you’re supposed to play, played it plenty of times before. The silent catalyst, the tabula rasa, the self-insert.

It’s easy to avoid stealing undue focus from the true star. Jiheon needs no help at center stage: the camera and her are lifelong acquaintances, already friends, lovers, married, divorced. With subtle expressions and not-so-subtle wails, she’s an actress at heart.

In the backdrop, on the inside, the vibration toying with Jiheon’s pussy stays constant. Even as the scene rapidly evolves—bodies shifting, her back arching like a violin, your hands plucking at her strings—the small toy is still consistent and patient. Its mechanical insistence is punctuated by erratic wet sounds, and you harken back to the trial and error you’ve gone through with microphones, trying to find a balance of quality and durability. Well, water resistance.

Jiheon wrestles some control of her arms, grabbing the hem of her pink crop top and pulling it over her head. The sight of her perky breasts has your tip leaking precum onto her already-drenched underwear. 

But there is no contesting who’s closer to the brink of climax. Her panting increases in frequency, her thighs crush your hand in its soft wet prison, her movements get faster, her breathing becomes heavier, her muscles tense up, and her entire body shudders. It’s like it’s all happening in slow motion, each second drawn out longer and longer, and you watch intently, unable to tear your eyes away from her orgasm.

You push the toy deeper inside, and she squeals, vibrations reaching the most sensitive spot inside her. Her inner walls begin their spasming, and the increased urgency of Jiheon’s grinding makes that more than apparent. Her desire spikes, sharp, hard, to her own breaking point. Between clenched teeth, her words come out stuttered, a fractured melody.

“Fuck, fuck. Please, close, cumming, please… so, fucking, good, fuck.”

Jiheon’s face twists as she screams out and throws her head back. Her orgasm rushes through her—the first of many to come, you’re well aware. She pulls you closer, nails digging into your arm, and shakes into your chest. Her nectar gushes out, ruins her panties, cascades down, overflows, drips onto your wrist and cock and thighs, dribbles down her legs, and you can hear dripping onto the floor and only hope the camera picks up the puddle below.

Eventually, her back crashes down onto you as her eyes flutter, staring off at nothing. You, meanwhile, can only admire your handiwork, naked, her breasts heaving as she struggles to catch her breath, her cheeks flushed, her eyes wide. She lets out tiny mewls, her tongue occasionally darting out to lick her lips.

Anyone else would be done. Jiheon is still hungry and needs more.

She takes a few deep breaths before turning around and looking at you. “I think you deserve your reward now." 

Jiheon grabs the cock ring off the table and slides off your lap. She positions herself between your legs, staring up at you with big eyes, then her tongue flicks across the tip of your dick, and you sigh. She’s teasing you; are you happy, or are you frustrated, or are you shifting back and forth? Her hands cup your balls to massage them slowly. Jiheon presses her lips against your shaft, leaving wet kisses all over your cock. It’s pleasure and torture, the slow pace that she’s going.

A look of realization, she gestures for you to stop the vibrator.

"Wait a minute,” she says, frowning, as she pushes the silicone ring on your cockhead, “you’re too hard to put this on. Won’t fit. Why do you have to be so big, Daddy?”

The two of you laugh. “You know, you saying that won’t help.”

Jiheon pouts, leaning forward. She gives your cock another kiss, her tongue slipping out and licking at your head. You groan, and she wraps her lips around you, sucking gently. Jiheon’s mouth feels so warm and wet, and she’s bobbing her head up and down your cock, taking more and more of you each time.

“Alright. After you cum inside me the first time and get soft, we can put it on.”

The first time is an inaccurate assessment. That’ll be your fourth orgasm of the day. She’s going to milk you dry. You watch her take you deeper, her tongue swirling around your cock. You hear her gag as she pushes further, her lips brushing against your pelvis. She’s going to milk you dry; send your complaints to her throat—it’s the only place Jiheon’s going to listen. Your hips buck forward, your hand grabs the back of her head, and you bury your cock completely in her mouth.

She’s a mess. Tears streaming down her face, her makeup smeared, and a dazed expression, it’s almost like she isn’t fully present. Jiheon pulls back, coughing and spluttering, spit and precum dribbling down her chin. She’s a mess; why bother cleaning at all, wiping her face, when she knows she’ll just be covered again? At most, she licks her lips clean, and you’re not sure it has anything to do with being clean. Her hand wrapped around your cock, Jiheon smiles while jerking you off slowly.

“God, your dick is so yummy. Even after you’ve fucked so many other girls today, you still taste so good. Or maybe it’s because you fucked them? Mmm, whose pussy am I eating right now, Daddy?”

Her words are poison, hypnotic, said with the sincerity of a saint. She leans forward again, recapturing your tip. Jiheon sucks, her cheeks hollowing as she looks up at you, eyes watering, yet unbothered by it. Once more, she pulls away, and now the saliva running down her chin drips down onto her tits. You reach down to smear the mess across her chest, then you smear the sticky bead of semen on your slit across her lips; she accepts happily.

You brush your thumb against her cheek. “You’re so good at sucking my cock, baby girl.”

Jiheon preens under your praise, pressing her face against your hand, and her tongue darts out to lick your palm, her eyes never leaving yours—well, the camera, but close enough. Her tiny fingers continue their work on your cock, rubbing it against her cheeks; they squish like mochi against your tip. 

In her own world, she’s playing like a pet, and your cock’s her favorite toy, but soon enough, she refocuses. When Jiheon mouths “vibrator,” you comply, turning it back on. The buzzing grows louder as you turn the setting up, making her squirm.

“Can’t believe you want more,” you grunt. Your thumb hooks into her mouth, prying her lips open. “You’re so fucking spoiled.”

Her tongue swirls around your thumb, her eyes closing, and she lets out a muffled moan.

“I know, mmh, I know, Daddy, thank you.”

Jiheon sits back on her heels, moaning as she fingers herself and relishes in the toy’s vibrations while leaving your cock between your lips. She repeatedly moans and hums out “thank you” against the tip of your cock, making messy bubbles of spit and precum. You go back to well-established techniques of holding back your orgasm, tensing up muscles, and looking away, while Jiheon has her own second climax swelling forth. However, try as you might, the sound of the vibrator pulls you back in, and you end up focusing on Jiheon’s body as it quivers, her face as it contorts, her open mouth as she comes undone once more, her juices soaking her fingers.

Knees shaking, she clambers back up onto the couch, straddling your lap. You can empathize with how she’s withering, her limbs jello; your arms are tired too, the POV camera still on your shoulder, and your cock is achingly hard and ready for its release. However, her boundless energy returns soon, and that right there is the problem/perk of working with Jiheon—she doesn’t know when to stop.

She presses her body against yours, burying her face against the nape of your neck. “Please, Daddy, I need you inside me. I’m so wet right now,” she whines, looking up at you with puppy dog eyes. “Please?”

You chuckle, grabbing her hair and pulling her towards you. Jiheon moans as you slide her across your lap. You rub your dick against her thighs, against her pussy lips—from which a thin blue cord exits—and then she rolls her hips forward, eager as ever. Your tip drags against her clit a couple of times, and Jiheon whimpers, her cunt clenching at the small vibrator inside, desperate to be filled.

“Fuck, please,” she says again, gasping. “Please Daddy, inside, in, in… my pussy’s so, so needy, please. I promise, it’ll be so, so good. You’ll be so, so full inside me.”

You try your best to restrain your own voice—as always, her pussy feels so warm and tight around your shaft, and her walls clench around you; however, this time, you feel the odd sensation of the vibrator against your cock, her pussy an even more snug fit for you. She lets out many whimpers as she writhes above you, though eventually, she sits still and adjusts to your size and the novel vibrations against her womb. When she opens her eyes, they shine with tears as she sniffles.

“This feels, oh, god, so good, Daddy.” Jiheon’s voice is barely above a whisper, her breath hot against your skin. “Mnh, just stay like this.”

You and Jiheon fight the same battle, the urge not to move at all. Nestled close together, pleasure washes over you at its own accord. Try your hardest, but the reality is that one of you must succumb, and the next will follow suit. 

Every minute or so, she shifts and fidgets, or your cock twitches, its desires well known: to piston Jiheon’s tight body up and down your length. Despite the soreness from your previous orgasms, every bit of self-restraint is necessary. The warmth of her cunt, the light panting into your ear, the vibrations resonating along your whole length—it exceeds the effects of any pill. All this effort to exert no effort.

Jiheon lets out an incoherent whine, probably about your throbbing cock’s growing hardness, or its leaking precum. No matter how hard she tries, she shivers and squirms in your lap, her needy cunt too impatient. 

This very impatience gets her in trouble. Right now, her face twists, lips twitching to a frown while little pleasured sighs and groans escape. How sensitive and on edge she must be. This very impatience got her a career.

Jiheon closes her eyes tight, as though that’ll distract her from the persistent toy or your throbbing cock inside her. Her legs wrap around your waist, her heels digging into your back, and she settles down onto your cock further. Whisper-subtle motions, they’re more reflexive than a reaction. It’s a miracle that Jiheon isn’t bouncing on your shaft. You know your fellow star too well. She would love nothing more than to ride your cock right now, to make a mess of your lap again, to stuff and unstuff her tight cunt full of you, to milk you dry again—but she made a promise. She must wait. With her jaw unhinging, wide, only the whites of her eyes there, this seems the hardest thing she’s done in her life.

This is the hardest in yours. Sweat-filled photoshoots, keeping yourself erect during a gangbang, even working through flus are nothing in comparison. The seconds tick by, both seemingly endless and insignificant, and you wait, and wait, and wait.

Jiheon’s heart beats against your chest, tits pressed into you, and you keep her steady with a palm on her sweaty back. Her head drops onto your shoulder and her hair tickles your neck and her warm exhalations send shivers down your spine. It’s hard to tell where your bodies separate, how much is you and how much is her. You melt into each other, one being, joined together by heat and time and pressure. With this vibrator inside, time withers away Jiheon’s endurance. While you’re teetering on an unstable edge, you’re not surprised that she slips before you.

One small change, one little sigh, her face eases out its tension, lips parting, and before you realize it, she’s moving. Lazily, sure, yet unmistakably. Jiheon moves her palms, slides up her thighs, caresses her flat midriff, caresses her pert breasts, pinches her hardened pink nipples.

You’re getting dizzy, your vision blurring as Jiheon’s walls begin suffocating your numb shaft.

“C-cum, s-soon, Daddy,” she stammers, her words coming out in between shaky breaths, and hearing her voice soothes you, somehow; the sound of Jiheon speaking reminds you that you’re not just in some dizzying endless vibrating cockwarming dream-fall-flight-story-recording— “Oh, fuh, fuck.”

“Go,” you murmur into her ear. “Cum. For me.”

Despite the delirium, the agonizing climb to the top of the rollercoaster, Jiheon manages to look into the side camera. With the perfect image of her mouth open and her eyes rolling, you realize you’re not a professional compared to this woman. Was that all an act? Regardless, you’re lucky to be here, to witness her, to be a part of this. She’s gorgeous, and she’s coming apart at the seams, all around your cock, a mere happy bystander, or maybe instrument is more apt.

The vibe makes Jiheon spasm at first, and then she growls out a groan as her toes curl and her fingers squeeze, thighs completely clenching around you. Her pussy spasms and squirts around your cock. Her ass shifts upward, and she fucks down against your length, grinding your sensitive cock against her vibrator. You make sure the POV camera is trained on her face, blissed out as it is, her lips parting for moans.

Jiheon leaks all over you while her hips roll to and fro aimlessly. After she lets out a long hum of contentment, she dips her head into your shoulder and inhales deeply.

“Did you cum inside me?” she asks quietly.

You shake your head.

She scoffs. “You really are spent. Tsk. I might just have to fuck that out of you.” She raises her hips, and immediately, her face contorts. “S-sensitive. Never mind. Oh, fuck, lower, lower it, vibrator.”

“Yup,” you chuckle, reaching for your phone, and Jiheon collapses into you, her body twitching.

You grab her midriff to pull her off, but she stops you. “No, no, stay. Stay, I’ll keep warming your cock, Daddy.”

Smiling, you kiss her temple.

“Thank you.” Jiheon adjusts her position, moving her feet up onto the couch, trying to get as comfortable as possible—as comfy as can be with the tenderness of yet another climax, with your cock still inside her, with the vibrator still going at its lowest setting. You grab her ankles, spread her legs apart, and massage her thighs; happy, she hums, locks eyes.

You hold her close to you while your eyes wander over her facial features. Jiheon’s lips and cheeks are flushed red, sweat drips down her neck, hair a complete mess, and there’s a shimmer in her gaze. Hard not to get lost in such vivid blue pools—the lenses suit her well.

It’s cinematic. It all happens in slow motion. You should’ve trusted the directorial vision. She leans forward, her forehead brushing against yours. You connect lips, then your tongues seek each other’s mouths, while her fingers rake your back. Maybe Jiheon is finally learning to take things slow, taking her time as she kisses you gingerly, languid movements of her mouth, and soon her lips stay pressed against your throat.

She’s panting against your skin, her body warm against yours. “Mm, feels good.”

“Yeah?”

Jiheon nods, her tongue circling around your Adam’s apple. She nibbles at your neck, making you groan.

“But, Daddy,” she says as she sucks hard, bites down on your flesh, and leaves her mark on you, “I need you to breed me. I can cum around your cock again if you need that too. If my pussy with a vibrator isn’t good enough.”

“It’s definitely good, baby. It’s not just me. I’m honestly afraid I’ll break you if I thrust.” Your hands wander to her ass, groping her soft flesh and spreading her cheeks apart. With all these overwhelming sensations, you focus on kneading her soft skin, and she wiggles her ass, looking down at you.

You don’t know what set you off. It’s the sound Jiheon makes when you firmly sink your digits into her butt, a whimper, then a needy moan; it’s the heat surrounding your still erect dick; it’s the low rumble from the toy’s vibrations, reverberating through your entire cock; it’s her lips against your neck, pressing kisses into your pulse point; and it’s that glacier-melting smile as Jiheon looks up, delirious and satisfied. You love it, and you love her, and you love the noise Jiheon makes when you turn up the vibrator with a swipe of a finger; you love feeling her tense up as you grab her ankles to place them on your shoulders; and you love her teeth biting down hard when your hips rut up into her cunt on reflex—years of porn experience telling you to fucking piston every woman on camera like machinery. 

She looks up at you, her eyes hooded, and then the damn smile again; how can a woman go from completely disheveled to such an angelic expression within seconds?

“Break you.” You’re out of breath, but doing it, breaking. Whether it’s her or you, something must. You can feel it—at your wit’s end.

Whatever energy stored inside Jiheon floods out as she’s consumed in her second orgasm. She stops trembling and drops her legs down, yet you don’t relent, totally fucking her through her high. Pound away (bring out the wooden mallets). The more Jiheon writhes around you, the more she pushes you over. Her cunt is slick and quivering, her girl cum drips down your shaft, and when she cries out for you, her whimpers quickly give way to screams. Make do with your ending.

With a hard shove and the encouragement of a whirring vibrator against your shaft, you cum how a drunk drives his vehicle: hazardously, sloppily, careening. Slumped forward against Jiheon, you thrust wildly, hips jutting as spurt after spurt spills inside. A mindless haze comes over you as you ride out this climax to the crash against the wall, and you’re only vaguely aware of your arms and thighs burning, your heart beating faster and faster and faster. It’s a fucking mess inside of Jiheon, and it’s quickly a mess outside, warm viscous cum frothing out and bubbling at her lips, coating her thighs, dropping onto the cushions. You continue to move, a dying animal, muscles firing with no signal. Through this, Jiheon is getting rawed so rough she has tears forming, sniffling through every “please, give me everything, Daddy” and “want all your cum”. Forget your previous orgasms today; Jiheon’s greedy pussy has you pulsing shots of semen over and over like you never made a career of it. The vibrator continues to buzz loudly against her soft walls, your throbbing and aching cock, not giving up just because it’s been submerged under a Neptune of cum.

Hazy, and your body a bundle of nerves, overstimulated, overworked, you try to push Jiheon off of you—she takes a handful of spilled seed from under her legs before they latch around your torso.

She looks at the camera to the side and licks her cupped palm. You can tell every single motion for her is agonizing, the toy still going at it—you sympathize as you realize you’re still issuing weak bursts, so you take your phone to the side and turn the intensity down.

Jiheon breathes out shakily, closes her eyes momentarily, then focuses on regaining her bearings, on your warm sticky cum shooting into her deepest. When she’s gotten enough brainpower back, she holds your face with both her hands, making you look up at her and kiss her pouty lips, where you taste yourself and Jiheon’s sweet juices.

“I’ve got a few more in me,” Jiheon says.

You’re gasping and wheezing for air. “I guess… I guess I’ll just fucking pass out and you can use my cock or whatever.”

“Hold on, you forgot something.” Keeping your cock inside her ass she turns around, Jiheon reaches for the cock ring on the table. Facing the camera B as she leans back against your chest, she finally addresses the camera that was behind her: “Daddy says he’s done, but I know he’s got so much more for me.”

For once, you feel freedom.  The vibrator falling out, Jiheon slowly unsheathes your soft and spent cock from her cunt, which absolutely drips with your creampie—thick ropey cum clinging and breaking onto your crotch, her legs, the couch, and the floor—and now your flaccid member just lays against her sloppy lips.

“I know my pussy makes a great cock ring but…” She holds the cock ring up to the camera, showing it off, no doubt with a smile.

With an almost clinical detachment, Jiheon swiftly attaches the cock ring onto your slick shaft, an action even more devoid of romance and eroticism than switching one sex toy to another, to be honest. After clasping the cock ring on the base of your cock, she brings the cum-covered vibrator to her lips, licking you off your fluids that stuck to its surface. She hums and moans as she takes in every drop, sucking it clean.

She weighs into your chest, easing you to lay onto your back. Jiheon places your cock in between her thighs, nestling her slit along your shaft, then supports herself half-sitting up by putting two hands on the couch. You hiss as Jiheon rocks her hips back and forth, her pussy lips giving way and sliding against your soft and sensitive dick, her ass rubbing against your thighs. She takes a moment and spreads her legs to reach between them; you can’t see, but then you feel the vibrator pressing against your balls, and you let out an embarrassing groan. Jiheon giggles as she looks down at you, amused.

“You sound so good, Daddy. Let’s keep filming, alright?” Jiheon kisses your forehead.

“Mhm,” you manage, swallowing thickly, throat dry. You’re not sure how long your mind will last, but you’ll at least keep your eyes open, trying your best not to fade out. Jiheon adjusts her position above you, squatting on the balls of her feet, knees together, her feet planted on the couch, and your cock sandwiched between her thighs. She’s putting little pressure on you, yet your breath hitches.

Jiheon begins moving again: her hips sway back and forth, her pussy lips rub against your cock, and her ass bounces. As her pace gradually increases, her movements become more erratic while her gasping grows heavier. You can’t do anything other than lay back and watch Jiheon riding your softness. She keeps pressing the vibrator against your balls, waves of pleasure coursing through you.

You thought it was over. That the video would end with a fade to black as you fade to black. However, by some miracle (which is a fair title to give to Jiheon), your erection returns, albeit weakly—yet she notices immediately, turns around to sit on your thighs, facing you again. She smirks, places the vibrator at the bottom of your belly, so you try your best to keep your face straight. Leaning forward and placing a hand against your chest, her nails dig into your skin. 

“Not so tired after all, hmm? You must really like my wet pussy rubbing against your cock, don’t you, Daddy?”

A small part of you wants to die and join the rest of you already dead. There’s no way you’ll get through the night; you’ve never cummed this much in your life. Not even the fake semen tube dispenses this much. Jiheon is testing you and pushing you—but yet.

She positions her body against you again, her cunt pushing down against your length as it hardens slowly. And you can’t help it, you find her body begging, enthralling. Thighs meet your sides. palms press against your chest. As Jiheon rubs up and down, your shaft finds itself either between her slick pussy lips or her asscheeks. She bucks when she feels the firm cock ring against her, squeals whenever the vibe brushes against her. You remember to put the vibrating toy back inside her, and Jiheon cries out.

“Oh my god! Shit!” At this point, she’s dripping onto your cock, thick cream trailing down, living up to her username. “Fuck, yes, Daddy, fuck.” She pants as you relax with your hands behind your head. “I fucking need you again, please. Cock, inside. Put it inside. Please, please, I don’t care, how, how sore. Don’t need to walk, or move, tomorrow, put cock, in, in.”

She trembles above you, so desperate to stay upright. This view never gets old—it never can. As her orgasm rocks through her, Jiheon nearly loses her balance.

You know one way to keep her in place: your cock, now fully rigid, slips out from her slippery thighs, the perfect stand-in for support. Jiheon grabs your shaft, squeezing tightly, making sure you don’t move as your tip presses against her cunt. Folding against your torso, you feel her pussy spasming around your cockhead. “Mmgh! Fuck!”

She slides her hips back and forth, trying to catch your length, and though her motions are stunted by jolts of ecstatic heat, she eventually finds home at the root of your shaft, ass against your crotch. You aren’t moving—no need. The vibrator continues its whirring, and you can feel it going wild. But it’s different now, as the constant stimulation now makes you painfully aware of your cock’s rawness. Jiheon sits upright, arches her back, presses her hips down as she moans.

The position is killing you, your cock buried deep inside her, nestled safely between her slick walls—you don’t feel safe. You’re a prisoner. These are her walls; these are her rules; your cocks her’s to do whatever she wants. Jiheon’s hands ball into fists, her nails leaving small red crescents in her palms, as she tries to steady herself. Her eyes are shut tight, her teeth grit as she groans, her legs shaking as she continues to twitch, her entire body electrified. 

At some point, you’re not sure when one of Jiheon’s orgasms ends and the next one begins. Hell, you’re not even sure if you’re cumming at all, or if that’s all the fluids from earlier sloshing around in her as you stir it up. Whether or not you’ve creampied Jiheon once or a dozen times, seed seeps out, even as you plug her pussy snug. You could pull out, any moment—no, you can’t; stop lying. Your throbbing dick is trapped, trapped, trapped. A feeling of powerlessness, of vulnerability, of ultimate surrender washes over you, followed by a sense of unbridled gratification. Jiheon is overwhelming—and instead of seeking to overpower her, you want nothing more than to let her take all of you.

You’re something. You’re nothing. You’re teetering on the edge between the two.

When Jiheon collapses, falling flat against you, you’re certain you’ve passed out, maybe. Jiheon hums, kissing your shoulder, her chest rising and falling as she catches her breath. The vibrator will probably run out of battery. You should definitely take off this cock ring. Clean up. Clap (though roaring applause would be more fitting). Shut off the cameras before you end up filling up the server and losing your footage somehow.

You feel something, your eyes opening. At some point, Jiheon unhooked the cock ring and pulled the toy out of her pussy, and now she’s just laying on top of you, hugging you tightly. She’s breathing peacefully, her face buried against your neck.

You raise your arm. Resting your hand on Jiheon’s head, you can feel her heartbeat, its quickened pace becoming calmer and calmer. She sighs, and you begin playing with her hair, fingers tangled in her long pink locks, and she seems to enjoy this as you hear a quiet moan escape her lips. Your other arm wraps around her waist, pulling her closer, and Jiheon presses herself against you.

The two of you stay like this, lying together silently. Eventually, Jiheon lifts her head, leaning forward, her face only a few inches away from yours.

“We should really shower and clean all this up,” she whispers.

You shake your head. “Five more minutes.”

Jiheon smiles before placing her head back on your shoulder.

You’re going to need much more than five minutes. It’s only fair that you procrastinate—when Jiheon can pay off your mortgage several times over, and she still hasn’t looked for a new place. Might have something to do with that satisfied smile.

Transcendence/Pareidolia ft. Heejin

Your fist clenches in a tight ball.

“If I die because of you, you better feed my fish.”

“Die? You’re being ridiculous,” Heejin says.

You have a lot you could retort in that moment. Such as, “Me, the ridiculous one?” Or, “I’m being serious, I’m gonna actually die.” Or, “You’re actively contributing to the degradation of the meaning of language if you’re claiming my suffering as ridiculous and assuming I’m participating in the honorable but currently inapplicable trope of hyperbole.” All these things you can say, and you’re without audible retort. This is the fourth time today Heejin’s lips encircle your shaft; you were past dry by the third, because she would not let go of your cock for five minutes after your climax (because you didn’t stop her).

Heejin’s eyes beg, her lashes flutter, her tongue tempts, slithering, slick, and you think maybe you can spare her one more load.

Her mouth slips smoothly from the base of your cock to the head and then, pop. One big bubble of spit. She adds more, saliva foaming up on her tongue that’s sticking out and toying with your tip.

“Don’t die? Pwease?”

How ridiculous—or you could transcend to immortality at her behest.

All the while, she’s sucking your dick in this bathroom like it’s mere leisure for her. Like cigarettes to a smoker, she’s blowing you like smoke, dirtying her throat, burning you up. Far past dignity now, the only thing she has between her knees and the floor is a bunch of toilet paper. The picture of addiction she paints is unfortunate and raw honesty and vivid contrast between such an elegant woman and such an inelegant solution to hunger. Despite how cavalier and practiced she is about introducing your tip to her uvula, Heejin will never give you a tidy blowjob. She salivates, every time, her tongue a wicked beast of its own, a serpent that can’t lie above its love. And on the other hand, you can grumble and grouse all you want—if Heejin says your cock is going in her mouth, then…

You should’ve seen this coming like how you don’t see yourself cumming because your eyelids are wired shut by the pretty agony of this orgasm. When you open them, her (fake, important to make the distinction) glasses are covered in streaks, her hands still twisting, tongue still licking your underside. Determination in her eyes says that every drop will be wrung out. It’s possible this isn’t leisure, but rather, business, and cum margins are getting lower as damnable inflation rises. She’ll squeeze you dry for every last dollar of semen, no apologies to the sperm banks.

When Heejin is done, she sips on your cockhead, then a final kiss. You slump over the toilet and she pats your shoulder, laughing; it’s a mean-spirited chuckle, but your dying wish is to hear that laugh one last time, so good on her for the penny of kindness she could spare like an insurance company donating to a hospital.

✦✧✦✧✦✧

“How could anyone love sucking dick that much?” Jinsol asks.

You look at Jinsol, then look at Heejin. Then, look at Haseul, and look at Heejin again. You’ve never gotten used to this dynamic. How much are you supposed to interject between three drunk girls talking? Are you meant to at all? The topic has already gone off-course, and there’s no captain to steer the ship back when you’re six bottles down.

Your eyes fall on Heejin, then Haseul.

“Oh, man,” Heejin says, downing a shot. Her hand falls around her cleavage, as she feels the warmth of the alcohol envelop her and shudders, eyes closed. “Do you really want to get into this?”

Look at Jinsol and Haseul as they laugh, and you join in laughter, and you look at Heejin again; now, she’s serious, rolled up her sleeves for good measure. Let’s address the whole looking at Heejin thing, because it’s so apparent, even to your drunk ass, that it must be apparent to the others too—you asked her out a while ago, first year of college, rejection, but you’re still friends now. Then, despite that, she started getting touchier, somehow more flirtatious. Drove and drives you fucking mad. This little hangout thing at Haseul’s place is a long ways away (call it half a year) from getting four oral sessions in a day, though you remember it as being a pivotal stepping stone to the routine.

Focus. You’re always putting on a performance, and the actors of the nerves of your brain are having trouble getting the script from the filing cabinets. Question: is it more or less suspicious to allocate, say, three glances toward Haseul and Jinsol each to compensate?

“Sure,” Haseul says, still giggling to herself. She’s been doing that ever since asked the first question. “What’s so wonderful about getting your jaw sore and your mouth dry?”

Heejin makes an angry noise and says through gritted teeth, “It’s not about that, obviously. There’s so much more to sucking dick than the…” She gestures with her arms, unable to find a word.

“Why do you like it, Heejin?” you ask. Everyone stares at you. “Sorry, nevermind.”

“No, no, it’s fine,” Heejin says.“Lemme just, how do I put this? It’s like, when you’re sucking dick, you feel like you’re controlling the dude. You decide when he gets hard, when he gets wet, and when he cums.”

“So, you’re a sadist,” Jinsol says.

“Sadist, my ass,” Heejin retorts. “It's… empowering. Sucking dick is empowering.”

Huh. The alcohol fizzles and dies in your mind, and Heejin’s deep voice echoes in your head to take the place—oh, Heejin is fucking wasted, by the way. Drank as much as the other two combined, but still standing (sitting), but barely.

“Weird,” Jinsol replies.

Haseul crosses her arms, facing Jinsol. “Hey, don’t kink shame.”

“No, no, you don’t get it. There’s another reason,” Heejin continues, verging mad by now. Her cheeks are turning red. “Dicks taste good. Taste amazing, even. And… dicks have faces.”

Haseul spits out soju. Jinsol coughs soju. You’re lucky you weren’t mid-drink.

“Dicks have faces?” Jinsol and Haseul say together.

“Y-yeah,” Heejin says, her face flushed. “Dicks have faces. Like, if you suck on the head a bit, you can see different expressions. If you lick the underside, you can see them smile. If you swallow deep… they cry.”

Your pants tighten. Somehow, you get it.

She says quietly and quickly, “Oh and also I like the taste of cum. Alright, fine, I really like the taste of cum.” She gets louder. “Fine, okay, geez, I LOVE the taste of cum! Is that what you wanted to hear?”

Everyone bursts out in laughter. Heejin sips angrily on soju.

“Alright, Heejin,” you say. “That was quite an enlightening explanation.”

“Shut up, you,” she says, sternly.

You gulp.

Haseul and Jinsol go get snacks from the kitchen, leaving you and Heejin alone.

“Dicks have faces, huh,” you say.

“You’re never going to let me live this down, are you?”

“Not a chance. You know, no one made you say all that.”

Heejin grumbles. You try to get closer, but she puts her hand on your thigh.

“You’ve got a boner,” she says. “Stop.”

“Wha? What do you mean?”

“Stop.” Heejin stares at you with a serious face, contrasting all the redness in her cheeks.

You don’t know where to start with a response.

“It’s just, I don’t wanna make things weird"—too late—"and obviously all this girls’ talk has you riled up or whatever"—by the way, Heejin’s hand is slinking higher up your pants—"and I know it’s not your fault, but, we’re friends, and I don’t wanna ruin that.”

“S-sorry.”

“Good boy.”

Heejin had to look in your eyes while saying that one, huh?

You clear your throat, and all efforts to tame your second brain fail. Another drink. It’s agonizing, waiting for Haseul and Jinsol to return. Then, Haseul and Jinsol return. Snacks. Too little, too late. There are probably other conversations as the night goes on, but your mind is already spinning from the alcohol, spinning even further at dirty thoughts incepted by Heejin. Eventually, Haseul and Jinsol conk out, and Heejin helps you carry them to Haseul’s room.

“Heejin,” you say. “I can carry them myself.”

“Yeah, I know. Isn’t it usually Jinsol who passes out last?”

You would scoff at Heejin’s remark, though with your mind elsewhere, you just nod. After you lay Jinsol and Haseul delicately on the bed, you excuse yourself to the bathroom, where you jerk off furiously. You’ve never tugged yourself without a video in tow or some other material to assist, and you’ve never felt this urge drunk, but the mere concept of Heejin sucking off your cock like she needs it is enough for you to cum. Mark this as the inevitable inciting incident: the door swings open as you pump your last shot.

You make eye contact. Heejin blinks. Cum flies.

“Uh,” you say.

“Woah,” she says.

You say nothing.

Heejin closes the door.

“Shit,” you mutter and you’ve used too much toilet paper wiping down where you shot and you’re fumbling and you almost trip over yourself and—goddammit, what the fuck just happened. Once you clean yourself off, you go outside.

Heejin is standing there.

“It’s fine. Don’t sweat it,” she says.

“I… I don’t know if I can. You know. If I can, like, not sweat it, fuck.” You sigh. “I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologizing. Look, I’m gonna take the bed in her other room, you’re fine with the couch right?”

You’re drifting in and out of consciousness on the couch when Heejin shakes you awake.

“Huh?” you say.

“You know, I lied.”

“About what?”

“Sucking dick having faces.”

You blink. You rub your eyes.

“I lied. Dicks don’t have faces. Cocks have personalities.”

You’re too tired to say anything. You just stare at Heejin. You smell a bit more alcohol on her shirt.

“Well, no, I mean, it’s true, dicks have faces. But also cocks have personalities.”

You think, but no words come out.

“The difference is, um, when a cock has personality, it has preferences and stuff. Like… preference for speed, depth, and tightness. When a cock has personality, you can tell when it likes and doesn’t like what you’re doing.”

You nod off.

“Like, I could tell you would really like if I take all of you in my mouth. You definitely look more like an intimate, slow deepthroat kind of guy, you know, instead of the facefucking, gagging thing. It’s like MBTI, yeah, that’s it. Your cock is definitely an I, not an E. Oh, maybe a lot of tongue action? But not in the teasing the tip for the whole time sort of thing. Or, am I wrong? What kind of blowjobs do you like? Because you have the kind of cock I wanna tease, and the kind of dick I wanna kiss and why did you waste that load on a tissue, like are you kidding…”

Your eyes are closed.

A woman’s deep voice. “Right. Well. Anyways, it’s pretty late, and we’re both drunk. So, uh. Good night. I guess.”

✦✧✦✧✦✧

You wake up. Sunlight. Snack wrappers. Haseul and Jinsol nowhere to be found, or awake, rather. Heejin is next to you on the couch—no, you’re hugging each other—actually, she’s draped over you like a blanket, and your erection is pushing against her ass.

Heejin wakes up.

“Shit,” you say, getting up. “I’m sorry.”

“Didn’t I tell you to… ugh, whatever.”

You sit on Haseul’s couch, rubbing the sleep and hangover out of your face, crust out of your eyes. You stretch, hearing creaks in your bones. Heejin sits up, looks forward.

“Last night,” she starts. “I might have said some, uh, crazy things.”

You snort.

Looking at you, she frowns. She doesn’t seem hungover at all, not a bead of sweat on her forehead. Her hair is perfect, as are her pouty lips.

Your brow upturned, you scoff. “Like, crazy? That’s one way to put…”

There’s a twist in those lips now, like she’s running it back in her head; now you are too.

“I mean—yeah, that’s the right word, but…”

She’s still staring at you, and your mind’s really running in circles and sure she laid out the track herself but you could just run off it at any time.

Oh, you’re following the track still? “It’s, just, I’m, I’m sorry for, what I was, you know, doing. Last night.”

Heejin sighs. “I told you. Stop apologizing. It’s fine.”

“Okay,” you say.

You make an excuse to Heejin about getting home, despite wanting nothing more than to spend time with her. What’s the point of hanging out when it’s just going to make your crush on her worse.

✦✧✦✧✦✧

When you get home, you end up jerking off three times in a row in your own bathroom, but at least you aren’t interrupted any of those times. 

A few days after the party, you’ve been thinking about Heejin’s joke a lot more than you should.

The worst thing is that Heejin is being all chummy with you again like nothing happened. You wonder if she’s doing that on purpose. Either way, you’ve learned that you need to distance yourself. You’ve been avoiding group hangouts. You haven’t answered your texts in a couple days. You’ve avoided the pet store the both of you always visit, instead opting to support local businesses like—insert large delivery corporation here (no free advertising)—for your fish food. This goes on for a week.

The week ends when Jungeun comes to your house.

“What?” you say, lounging, staring at air bubbles floating to the top of your little aquarium.

“Don’t ‘what’ me,” Jungeun replies through the closed door. “Open up.”

“No.”

“Look, I’m here because Heejin is really sad, and so Haseul wanted to know why you’re not talking to Heejin, and I volunteered because I could tell Heejin really wants to see you and not just talk to you.”

“Jungeun, I don’t know.”

“Listen. I’m not leaving.”

Ten minutes later, Jungeun is eating potato chips in your room.

“So… why are you avoiding her?” Jungeun asks.

“What does she want to say to me?” you ask.

Jungeun pauses. “She… told me to tell you to go see her.”

You sit on your sofa next to Jungeun, grabbing chips out of the bag. They’re your chips.

“She didn’t tell me to tell you what exactly it is, but it’s important,” Jungeun continues. “But honestly, what’s been up with you?”

“Nothing’s been up with me. I’m the same guy.”

“That sounds like someone who has not been the same guy.”

You eat more chips. “And how are things going with you and Jinsol,” you say.

Jungeun stops slouching. “Hey, don’t try and change the subject. For the record, it’s been going fine, thank you very much.”

“Sounds like you’re still in the friendzone.”

“You’re the last person I want to hear that from.”

“Me, the last person? I’d assume Jinsol would be the last person you want to hear that from.”

“Fine! Just stop being a dumbass, okay? Heejin really, really wants to talk to you.”

You put your hands up. “Okay. You win. I’ll talk to her.”

“Awesome.” Jungeun looks down at her phone, then looking back up, she smiles. “Oh, by the way, Yerim just texted me, she finally finished exams for the semester. What if Heejin and Yerim both come over? We can get everything out of the way, two for one deal.”

You sigh. “Yeah, I guess.”

She pats you on the shoulder.

You feel no less comforted.

✦✧✦✧✦✧

Two for one deal, your ass. You’re pacing around your bedroom. Yerim and Jungeun are playing Smash in the living room, and Heejin is… somewhere, probably. The door is shut. All the noise in the world is muffled. You don’t know what to expect. Obviously, Heejin needs to talk to you; you’re her friend, one of her best friends, and you’ve been ignoring her for the past week. You sit down. Take a deep breath.

Knock, knock.

“Come in,” you say.

You sit on your bed. So does Heejin. You look away. Look down. She smells really, really good, sweet and warm. You’ve missed her, a lot.

“Hey,” Heejin says.

So she’s talking first. “Hey,” you respond.

You were already loosening up your tense shoulders, but Heejin says “So, Mr. Dickface” and you laugh and you look at Heejin, casually stunning in a simple outfit, a white tee, black shorts.

“Heejin, come on. It’s been a week. I swear I would’ve forgotten if you didn’t bring it up.”

She pouts.

“Okay,” you say, “alright, I would have not forgotten, fine. I still can’t believe you. Dicks having faces.”

She laughs now.

There’s a lull in the conversation. The sound of Yerim shouting and buttons mashing is barely audible. You turn to face Heejin, and she’s still looking at you. Her eyes are… soft, vulnerable. She’s holding herself.

“Listen,” Heejin says. “I’m sorry if I’ve been weird these past… mmm, months? I know you’re not dumb, and I guess, I’ve been treating you like you are.”

You whisper, “I am dumb though.”

“No, you’re not.” She scoffs. “I’m sorry, seriously. We’re friends. And friends don’t lead each other on and play games"—the sound of a cheer coming from outside the room, definitely Jungeun—"okay, well, they do, but friends don’t keep their friends wondering.”

“Wondering?”

Heejin sighs. “Let me just get this off my chest. So, yeah, I like you. A lot. Obviously, you’ve liked me since the beginning. Or, well, loved. When you asked me out, I was excited and nervous and confused, but I… You know me. I’ve got a million things going on at the same time. Dating as a possibility didn’t even cross my mind.”

“Yeah. I get it. I don’t blame you for that. I guess if we’re both laying it all out, I get it. I swear I do. It’s that dynamic that always fucks up a friendship between guy and a girl, and I think it’s good we got that question out of the way early. But like, I was shocked, obviously, when you started touching me so much, holding hands, sitting on my lap, hugging me.” You pause and look away. “It felt good, but it also felt wrong. Like you were playing with my feelings.”

Heejin reaches out and takes your hand. “I wasn’t playing with you,” she says softly. “I was playing with myself"—half a giggle comes out of you, adding some levity, and she smacks your shoulder—"No, not like that. What was I saying? Right, I guess I was trying to figure out what I wanted.“

"Right.” Your head hangs again. “So what? I’m just a bystander? A side effect?”

“Yes.”

She laughs, squeezing your hand. You pout.

“I’m kidding. You’re more than that. Way more. I’ve learned that much by now.”

Heejin takes a long pause.

You can hear breathing, neither exhalations nor inhalations matching pace. It’s tense.

“You know what else I learned? Because there’s something else on my mind right now. Sort of, sparking in my head, shouting. I know we’re having this whole heartfelt thing and I’m sorry for ruining it, but I have to say this because you have a boner and it’s springing in your pants and I might be drooling or something—fuck. I’ve learned that I love sucking dick. A lot. Okay?”

This is the first time you’ve seen Heejin get so flustered, so bothered. So are you.

She isn’t looking at you, yet she continues anyway: “Well. I have to be honest. That’s all hypothetical. You know, I’ve never actually done it. I’ve just thought about it. A lot. And, obviously, you know, cucumbers turn to dildos and other toys and stuff. And then I saw your dick. And now I’ve thought about your dick and keep thinking about it.”

Your heart skips a beat.

“Yeah.” Heejin starts nodding, gaining confidence. “Yeah. I’m certain now. And please, don’t think you’re taking advantage of me or something, because you’re not. In fact, I want you to take advantage of me.”

Your breath stays in your lungs.

“How about this,” Heejin says, leaning in more. “Do you wanna… fuck around? Or, well, I mean, that’s a crass way of putting it. Be my partner in crime. Suckbuddy. Fuckfriend. Whatever you call it. No strings attached. You want a blowjob? You’ll get a blowjob. That kind of thing. Even if it’s not dating or whatever, we just do what we want to do and we can figure it out later.”

Your smile grows slowly. “You know what? Sounds good to me.”

“That’s it? I drop all that in front of you and you’re just, 'sounds good to me’?”

“Okay, fine. Here. I forgive you. That good?”

“Actually, that helps.” Heejin exhales, a sigh of relief. “Great.”

Silence. Cleared throats. The both of you sit closer now. Her knees bump into yours, and she giggles. She holds your hand. Your eyes meet. You’re holding her gaze and her body heat is emanating from her skin and you want her, badly.

“You look handsome today,” Heejin whispers. “Have I told you that lately?”

“No,” you say, quieter, feeling meek. “You haven’t. Thank you.”

Her free hand brushes strands of hair.

“Your hair, so cute,” she says, happily humming.

Heejin scoots even closer as her knee nudges between your legs.

“Nothing to say? Mm… okay. I have a question.”

“What is it?”

Heejin kisses you, immediately catching your lips before you can breath, a taste of chocolate-tinged lip gloss, as her tongue mingles with yours. Her hand lays over your bulge, and her leg is still bumping into your crotch. She pulls away.

“Wow. You’re kissing good,” she says, flustered.

“No, you’re better at it. Amazing. You’re amazing.”

“God, you’re sweet.” She laughs.

Your mouths are together again. You pull her into a hug, and she squeals.

“Woah there,” she says.

“Sorry. Got a little excited.”

“It’s fine.” Heejin looks away. 

You squeeze her harder, and she squeezes you harder. You break the hug.

“Hey. How far,” Heejin starts, “do you think we want to go?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like, right now. In the moment. If I’m reading this right, and I think I am, you really, really want me. So how far? Are we just gonna kiss this time? Or do you wanna go a bit further? A lot further.”

You freeze. “Honestly, you decide.”

“You sure? Because, if I had it my way, I, um, I don’t think I’ll stop sucking your dick until Yerim finally wins a round and they wonder where the fuck we’ve been.”

Your eyes are wide. “Y-you’re really picturing that, aren’t you? The two of them barging in while my cock is down your throat.”

She does not reply.

“You are unbelievable.”

“I can’t help it,” she says, almost whining. “You have the sort of cock I really want to play with.”

You pull Heejin back into another hug, kissing her. She pushes you onto the bed and straddles your thighs. Her body heat, her scent, her hands caressing you. This is the first time you’re feeling this much of her body against your own, and it’s incredible. Even better—much, much better—is when she lifts up her shirt, revealing a simple, black bra. She takes her shirt off completely, and your hands grab at her stomach. How many times have you watched her do ab workouts for an ungodly amount of time, hoping one day you could feel her six-pack for yourself? Your hands then trail up higher, until you’re grabbing at her tits, still ensconced within the confines of a bra, but her breasts are heavenly, perky, waiting to be squished and bounced on your hands.

Heejin has other designs for you: she grabs both of your wrists and pins them to the bed above your head. Your pants are tenting, and she grinds against your cock. You moan.

“I love seeing you like this,” Heejin says. She lowers her torso onto yours, breasts spilling out of her bra a bit. She grinds harder, and you moan again. “You’re so hot, and you’re all for me. God, I wanna… fuck around so much.”

She backs up, dragging her crotch down your leg as she descends. When she reaches your foot, she sits and puts it between her legs.

“Shit, Heejin,” you say.

She bends over to kiss your neck.

“Your foot… feels good. I’ll never say that again, so don’t you dare make fun of me.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it. You can always tell me what you like.”

She’s rubbing her crotch against your ankle and taking your shirt off. Her lips move down to your nipple, licking circles around it.

“Your cock… feels big,” she says. She grabs at it through your pants. “I’m so fucking excited for the real thing.”

You’ve imagined this moment so many times. You’d fantasized about being pinned to a bed, about being teased by Heejin, of course, but you didn’t expect, couldn’t ever picture how she’d really sound, how she’d actually feel, how it would feel to be touched, licked, kissed by her. And yet here she is, biting on your nipple, moaning herself as she uses your foot.

She lets go. “Your… chest is so nice.”

“Uh, thanks.”

Heejin smiles and returns to biting, but on your other nipple instead. Her next pecks and licks are on your own abs, tracing over your six pack, following the ridges and dips with her tongue. She takes your waistband in her mouth. Slowly, she pulls down. You lift your hips, and then your pants are off. Heejin drags her cheek against your cock through your underwear, eyes closed.

“Your scent… is amazing.” She licks the fabric along your length, where it bulges. “Mmm, this is what I’m talking about.”

Your cockhead is poking out of your waistband. She kisses it, and then sucks on it through your underwear.

“Heejin, take it… off.”

She stops, eyes wide. She pulls your waistband with her mouth, and you lift your hips again. She tugs it down, your cock sprinting out.

“Oh, wow,” she says.

“W-what is it?”

“Your cock… is really, really gorgeous.”

You gulp. “Thanks.”

Heejin takes your cockhead in her mouth. You close your eyes. She swirls her tongue around the tip. She bobs down, lips wrapped around your shaft. Then, pop. She takes your cock out of her mouth, holding it in her hand.

“Is this… okay?” she asks.

“More than okay. Really, really, really okay.”

“Good.” She jerks you off, her spit easing the friction.

“Shit, Heejin.”

“God, I love hearing you say my name.”

She moves faster, your cock slick in her palm. She alternates between fast and slow. One second, she’s going quick, and the next, her hand is barely moving, and your cock is twitching in her grasp. Her thumb strokes your underside.

“I… love teasing you,” Heejin says. “I love making you beg for me to go faster.”

“Please, go faster, then.”

“You’re so cute.” She goes slower. You groan.

Heejin moves her grip to your balls, stroking your underside with her thumb again. Her other hand grabs the base of your cock. Her mouth returns, sucking on your balls. She’s pumping up and down.

“Fuck, Heejin, please… go faster.”

“Again.”

You gulp. “Please, Heejin, go faster.”

“Good boy.”

Her hand speeds up. Your balls are getting sucked, her tongue licking around them, and her other hand is jerking, and it’s like she’s milking you. Your climax is imminent. You warn her.

“You’re gonna make me cum.”

Heejin pops off your balls and takes your cock out of her hand. She lowers her torso.

“I’ve been waiting so long for this,” she says.

She swallows you.

Her tongue is slathering your shaft, and she’s bobbing down, and her lips are tight around you. The tip of your cock bumps into the back of her throat. Her hand is caressing your balls. Her other hand is pumping the rest of your shaft. She comes up, taking a deep breath, and her eyes are watering. You wipe the tears away. She smiles, as if she’s satisfied with having gagged on your shaft, as if she believes with her heart of hearts her own doctrine, and in such resolve of her mouth returning, you can’t deny it.

Maybe her jaw hurts. Maybe her throat’s dry. But you sense none of it. Deeper, you hit the back of her throat again, and her lips still curl up into a smile even through more tears. She’s still pumping, and her other hand is pinching her nipples. Heejin moans. Her moan vibrates your cock, and her moan vibrates her throat, and her moan vibrates her tongue, like, holy shit, you’ve never felt anything better. And then…

“Heejin, I'm… cumming.”

She stays down. You shoot. Her eyes widen. Another shot, and her eyes are closed. Another shot, and you’re groaning, and her throat is swallowing. More shots. You’re pumping Heejin full of your cum, and she’s pumping you empty. Heejin, relentless, keeps sucking. You try and push her off, meteors dancing in your mind, but she won’t budge. She stays down, her eyes still closed.

“Heejin, wait, wait, I’m so, so sensitive.”

Heejin shakes her head. With her mouth still full, she says, “Wah, want… ahll.”

You collapse. Heejin keeps sucking. Your cock is twitching in her mouth, and you try backing up in your mattress until you hit the headboard. You grip the sheets. You can’t stop cumming. Every suck Heejin takes is another shot down her throat, each one joined by a satisfied “mm, mm”, and swallowed without hesitation. You lose track of how many shots you pump into her. Even when you stop spurting semen into her mouth, and your orgasm is subsiding, Heejin stays down. She moves her lips from the base of your cock up to your tip, and she sticks her tongue out to cushion the underside of your shaft. You’re shaking. You can’t stop shaking.

“Heejin,” you say—no, you gasp it; you croak it out; you despair for the name, “wait.”

She does just that. Wait. With your cock in her lips like a popsicle, and she’s waiting for you to melt. She breathes through her nose, humming to herself. You shudder. Your cock is still sensitive.

“Please… wait.”

Heejin listens. She doesn’t suck, and she doesn’t bob. She waits. Your orgasm is over. Your mind is fading.

Pop.

She sucks the tip. Pop. She takes your cock out of her mouth, holding it in her hand again. Her tongue sticks out and licks up your shaft, where all the leftover cum and spit and saliva has gathered.

“Ahh.” Her tongue is covered in white cream. A gulp. “Ahh.” Her tongue is clean.

If you need a few more breaths, unfortunately you’ve used up all the air already, and you’re just running on whatever other fumes now. “You… are insane,” you say.

She giggles. “Was it that bad?”

“No, no, no, it was… the best. And the worst. A-are you gonna do that every time?”

“Do what?”

“Never mind.”

Heejin crawls on top of your body. Your cock is nestled between her thighs. She lies on top of you.

“Did you like it?” she asks.

“Yes.”

“Do you wanna… keep being fuckfriends with me? Suckbuddies? While I talked all the game about blowjobs, I wouldn’t mind if you gave me a little oral service once in a while too.” She says quietly, like she’s felt bashfulness for the first time in her life, “And, I, um, am down to do more too. A little later. Or something.”

“Of course. Yeah.”

You wrap your arms around her.

“Good,” Heejin says.

She kisses you. Your cum is on her lips, and she’s sharing the taste with you. You taste yourself. It’s nothing terrible, but she did gulp your load down without stopping, so, you can’t fully empathize with her enthusiasm. Still, you reciprocate, savoring Heejin instead.

You hear cheering from outside the room.

“Think Jungeun won,” Heejin says.

You snort. “Should we… go out? Pretend like nothing’s changed?”

“I’m sure we’ll figure something out.”

✦✧✦✧✦✧

You and Heejin end up deciding not to hide anything, but not telling the girls either. They’d find out sooner or later, and besides, you’d both want to brag about it, eventually.

After the three of them say their goodbyes and leave your house, you head straight to your bathroom. You thought Heejin’s lips fully drained you dry, but apparently not, because you shoot more loads thinking of how her throat swallowed you.

You receive a text from her.

> miss you already ;)

You smile.

> Miss you too. can’t wait for next time.

Heejin sends a photo. A strand of spit falls from her lips, down to her cleavage. Your heart skips a beat.

> neither can i 3

You save the photo.

Your phone buzzes again.

> don’t jack off to it though

> Too late.

You send your fingers and shaft covered in cum.

She sends a photo again, of her frowning.

> wtf!! that was my load! i’m gonna kill you!!!

You laugh and send a text with your other hand. 

> Love you.

> lol yeah yeah whatever

You send another photo of your cock.

> another pic. As my apology

> wait…. didn’t you say you just jerked off

> yeah?

> and you’re still hard?

You gulp.

> guess so.

> you’re such a stud. come over. i’ll help you with that

You can’t get dressed fast enough.

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You meet halfway. A park, late at night. Fastest option, you’re both too horny. You and Heejin are behind a building, some sort of community center, too late to be open or for the sun to shine down on the two of you being so daring outdoors.

Heejin’s lips are on your neck, bound to leave marks, but you can’t find yourself caring. Her hand is massaging your balls over your shorts, her other hand is down your underwear pumping your shaft, and her thigh is grinding against your cock. She kisses you.

You grab her jaw and pull her off you. “Um, I’m sorry. I, um, I think we might wanna establish some ground rules or something.”

She stares at you, wide-eyed. “Ground rules? Like, safewords and stuff?”

“Uh, I guess, yeah. I just… I don’t know, it’d make me feel more comfortable if, you know, we had some boundaries.”

Heejin sighs. “Fine. Fair. Makes sense, I guess. I’m not a huge fan of… talking about feelings and stuff, but, I get it.”

“Right, so, um, obviously, no feelings, and, I dunno, no dating?”

“Yep. You can see other girls. I’ll see other dudes. Nothing serious.”

“Sure. Yeah. Okay.”

Heejin continues pumping your cock. “Anything… else?”

You gulp. “Safeword, I guess. And, like, is there anything you're… not okay with?”

“Um, not sure. Never thought about it.”

“Okay, well, what’s a word you hate?”

“Hmm… dick.”

You blink.

Heejin giggles. “Just kidding. Um, I dunno, uh, penis? Cock? Uhh… sausage.”

“Sausage?”

“Yeah. Sausage.”

You pause. “And if, you know, I can’t speak?”

“Tap three times on me or whatever. Three for sausage. Sounds good?”

“Yep. Three for sausage.”

“Great. Anything else?”

“There was one thing in particular I was thinking about. So like, one time, I nutted seven times in a day.”

Her mouth starts to water. “Really?”

“Yeah.”

Heejin pumps faster. “That's… amazing.”

“No, but that’s the thing. I gotta set limits, Heejin. Even this, third time, it’s, it’s a lot. Too much.”

She frowns. “What, so… no multiple nut sessions?”

“Once a week. Maybe.”

“Fine, fine, okay. Once a week.”

“Okay, cool. Ground rules established. Sausage as the safeword. No dating, seeing other people. Three times for sausage. One nut session a week.”

“Got it.” Heejin resumes pumping your shaft.

“Hey, Heejin, um, what do you want me to… do, when you’re blowing me?  Anything you want? Because it feels like I’m just"—she gets on her knees—"kinda doing nothing and"—she pulls your shorts and underwear down—"you’re doing"—she puts your cockhead in her mouth—everything, see!”

Pop. “Yeah. I dunno. Don’t worry about me. Focus on yourself.”

“Wait, Heejin, but, aren’t we partners in crime, fuckbuddies, whatever, I wanna, like, make you feel good too.”

“I appreciate the sentiment, Mr. Dickface.” She jerks your shaft, and your knees buckle. You figure you might as well sit on the concrete floor, your back slumped on the brick wall. It’s a makeshift position that you’ll learn to get used to. She lowers her face to your crotch, then continues, “But don’t worry. Feeling your cock cum is enough to make me feel good.”

Heejin licks circles around your shaft, where the precum has gathered. Her hand is pumping the rest. Your cock is already twitching.

“Besides,” she continues, “if you focus on me… we’d never get anywhere.”

Pop.

She swallows you.

“Heejin, shit.”

Her bobbing is relentless. She’s pumping your shaft and massaging your balls, and she’s deepthroating your shaft. Her spit is drenching your cock, and her lips are tight, and her tongue is slathering. Heejin’s bobbing up and down, and your cockhead bumps into the back of her throat. Your balls clench. You shoot.

Pop.

Heejin takes your cockhead out of her mouth. Her hand is jerking, and the first shot hits her lips. The second, she opens her mouth to catch. The third, she closes her lips. The fourth, she catches in her mouth again. The fifth, she swipes up with her tongue. The sixth, she catches. The seventh, she misses, and your cum lands on her cheek. The eighth, she misses again, and your cum lands on her chin. The ninth, Heejin opens her mouth, and your cum falls right in. She gulps. The tenth, she misses again, and your cum lands on her neck. Heejin’s pumping slows.

“That… was… amazing,” you say.

Pop. “Yeah.”

“Fuck. I’m just saying. Next time, I’m going to get a taste of your pussy.” You open your mouth. “See, my mouth’s watering just thinking about it.”

“Yeah?” She jerks your shaft. Another shot lands on her neck. She wipes your cum and sticks her finger in your mouth. “You’re adorable. But you’re right. Next time.”

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The two of you had ramyeon at a convenience store after, then said bye. Like friends. Just friends.

The next time is two days later, at night again. This time, you finally go to Heejin’s apartment. You haven’t been here in a long time, not since she moved in. It’s cleaner than you remember.

“Make yourself at home,” Heejin says.

You sit on her couch. She sits next to you. You kiss. Your hands are groping her breasts, and her hand is pumping your shaft. You lift her shirt, and her tits are freed from her bra. Her nipples are hard. You pinch them.

“Hey, wait, stop, stop,” she says.

“Sausage?”

“N-no, I'm… fine, just, wait.”

“What is it?”

“Um, so… I kinda… made a mess. Earlier.”

“What… kind of mess?”

She giggles. “On my bed. You’ll see.”

Heejin leads you to her room.

“Holy shit,” you say.

“Surprise?”

She’s made a mess, alright. Sheets stained white, spots and splotches, streaks and trails, the whole nine yards. Your cock twitches, even if you’re confused how one woman could make such a mess on her own.

“I was, um, thinking about sucking your cock all day yesterday. I didn’t wanna touch myself, but I couldn’t help it.”

“I’m glad.”

Heejin lies on her bed, pulling her shorts and underwear off. Her pussy is glistening. She spreads her legs.

“Come. Lick it.”

“I’ve been waiting for this.” You crawl on top of Heejin’s body and put your face between her legs. You lick circles around her slit. You lick up and down her folds. “I don’t exactly have toys to practice on like you… so I’m gonna need to do plenty of catching up.”

“Don’t worry. Practice away.”

You lick circles again, and Heejin’s quiet. You lick up and down, and she’s quiet. You flick her clit, and Heejin’s quiet. Your tongue is slathering her slit, and she’s quiet.

“Wait, Heejin, is… everything okay?”

“Yeah. It’s fine.”

“What is it? Is my tongue rough or something?”

She looks at you. “Oh, no, no, not at all! No, it’s, um, your technique’s, uh, kinda lacking.”

“Ah. Yeah, see.”

“Here, I’ll show you.”

Heejin sits up and pushes you down. She’s straddling your face.

“First,” she says, “spread my… my lips. Like this.”

She spreads her labia.

“Then, you wanna, kinda, stick your tongue inside, like, deep.”

Heejin uses her finger to spread herself wider. You stick your tongue inside her hole.

“Now… use your thumb to, like, rub my clit, and move your tongue around. Like, you’re, um, writing, something, with your tongue, I guess. Inside me. Like, a, um, circle. Shit, I dunno.”

You rub her clit. Heejin moans. You lick circles inside her hole.

“And, uh, yeah, that's… about it. Oh, and, move your, your finger and thumb. Not at the same time. And I’ll grab your hair and move you around and I guess just tell you what to do. And then you can figure it out after that, right?”

“Yeah. Got it.”

Heejin lies back down. You spread her lips. You stick your tongue inside her hole. You rub her clit. You lick circles inside her hole.

“A little lower. And, and, like, lick, not circles, but, a, like, a line. But not a straight line. An, um, I dunno, a diagonal one. But not a diagonal one. A, uh, a curve, but not a curve. Um.”

You lick lower. You lick diagonally, but not a diagonal. You lick a curve, but not a curve.

“There. Yeah. That's… good. Keep going.”

You lick diagonally, but not a diagonal. You lick a curve, but not a curve. Heejin moans. Your tongue is still licking, and she moans, and her hand is on top of your head.

“Use your, your thumb, and, and, like, stick your index finger inside. Like, curl your finger and, and, find my, my, um, g-spot.”

You rub her clit. You stick your index finger inside. You curl your finger. Heejin moans. Your tongue is licking diagonally, but not a diagonal. Your index finger is curling, searching, and you find her g-spot, a soft patch inside her walls. Your tongue is licking curves, but not a curve. Heejin moans again.

“Add… another finger.”

You stick your middle finger inside.

“Curve both, both your, your fingers. Both fingers.”

You curl both your fingers.

“And, and, like, twist. But not twist. Rotate. But not rotate. Uh, fuck, um, shit, I dunno, uh, fuck, whatever, just, um, fuck, uh, wait.”

You lick diagonally, but not a diagonal. You curl both fingers. You rotate, but not rotate. While you’re going through advanced mathematics under a tutor under a slightly lust-drunk stupor, you’re starting to understand both sides more. On the one hand, your mouth is indeed going dry, and your jaw is starting to hurt. On the other hand, you’re drooling. Whatever taste Heejin’s pussy has is starting to get really addicting, enough for your cock to stay hard the entire time, enough for you to ignore the fatigue.

“Add… another finger.”

You stick your ring finger inside, which immediately earns a moan from Heejin. Your tongue is licking curves, but not a curve. Your fingers are curled, rotated, twisted, whatever. Heejin moans again. You’re rubbing her clit.

“Fuck, more, more. Rub my, my, rub my clit faster. Fuck, lick faster.”

You speed up. You curl your fingers. You rotate them. You twist them. Heejin moans again. Her hand is tight on top of your head. Her body is trembling. You move your free hand and press it onto her stomach to keep her still. Your three fingers are thrusting in and out of Heejin’s pussy, and her hips are buckling. Her walls are clenching. She moans, a final time.

Heejin lets go. You lick. Your fingers are thrusting. Your thumb is rubbing her clit. Heejin shudders. More gushes of cum coat your tongue and fingers. She’s going to drown you. You understand how she made that mess. Your three fingers are pistoning in and out of Heejin’s pussy as her climax subsides. More gushes. More. Less. Some.

“Wait,” she says. “Hold… hold it. My spot.”

You stop rotating, twisting, and whatever-ing. Her walls are fluttering. Your three fingers are still. Her girl cum is trickling out of her hole.

You take your face off Heejin’s crotch.

“Holy… fucking shit,” she says.

“Wild ride?”

“That was… amazing.”

You flex your fingers. “Yeah. Didn’t know you could squirt like that.”

“Neither did… I.”

Heejin props herself up. You stick your three cum-soaked fingers in her mouth. She sucks. She moans. You stick them deeper down her throat, and her lips are wrapping. Her eyes are closing.

“Thanks for… teaching me,” you say.

Pop. “Mmm. Of course.”

Your three fingers return to her pussy. You pump, and her girl cum is slicking your fingers. Heejin lies back down. Your three fingers are pistoning again. She moans.

“Wait, wait, sausage, sausage!”

You stop. “Shit, sorry.”

“It’s fine, it’s fine. Just, sensitive.”

“Got it.”

Heejin giggles. “Sorry. Sometimes… I squirt a lot. Um. Overstimulated.”

“Well, at least you know how I feel.”

“Wait, was that a sausage moment, because I feel so bad and—”

You interrupt Heejin with a kiss. “No, it’s fine. In fact, it was really fucking hot, and besides, I already told you about how much I can cum. Oh yeah, by the way—” another kiss, because there is no such thing as too many with Heejin “—I kinda wanna see the toys you were talking about.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. If that's… cool.”

She smiles. “Sure. Lemme, lemme clean up first.”

“Alright.”

Heejin cleans her bed with tissues, and you help her wipe up. Then, you head to her closet. She opens it, and… holy shit. There’s an assortment of vibrators and dildos and g-spot stimulators and other contraptions and tools, almost an entire shelf dedicated to sex toys.

“This is… incredible,” you say.

“Hey, um, by the way, could you, um, close your eyes?” she asks. “I, um, dunno, it'd… feel less embarrassing.”

“Sure.”

You close your eyes.

“And, like, turn around.”

You turn around.

“Okay, okay, so, um, these ones"—you hear plastic tapping against plastic—"are just the vibrators. These ones"—plastic tapping again—"are the dildos. And then… um, these ones are for g-spots, and, and then there’s more for anal, and then… um, I dunno, basically, um, the rest is stuff I’ve gotten on impulse because it looked fun.”

You snort. “Impulse, huh?”

“Shut up. Um… open your eyes.”

You turn back around. Heejin’s holding a Hitachi wand.

“Okay, so, like, this, this is probably my favorite. Wand. Magic wand. And then"—she puts it back and holds a simple, white vibrator—"this is the, um, the next one.” She puts it back and holds a curved, purple toy—"then this. Um… this is, this is the biggest"—she puts it back and holds a monster of a dildo—"um, and then, this is the smallest.“ She points to a cute, pink bullet vibe.

So many questions flood your mind, but the only thing you can blurt out is, "Impulse purchases, huh?”

Heejin shoves you. “Shut up! Um… and then, this"—black anal beads—"and, um, this"—clear, pink butt plug—"are for anal. Obviously. And then, um, basically, I’ve, um, experimented. A lot.”

“Experimented, huh?”

She shoves you again. “Stop… saying huh!”

You wrap Heejin in a hug. “I’ll say huh as much as I want.”

“Whatever. Um… anything you wanna… try?”

You gulp. “C-could I watch you use them?”

Heejin steps away. “Wait, really?”

“Yeah. I mean, if you’re comfortable. Like, right now. Or something.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Really.”

Heejin sighs. “You… absolute pervert.”

“You’re the one with"—you point to her shelf—"all that.”

“Fine, fine. Um, sure. Which… do you wanna see me use?”

You gulp again. “So, um. You said you practiced sucking dick on one of them right? Imagined it was me?”

She rubs her thighs together. “Y-yeah.”

“Which… was it?”

Heejin reaches for one. She holds a flesh-colored dildo, about the length and girth of your own cock.

“This one,” she says.

“Then, that one, please.”

She nods. “Okay… sit on the bed. Get comfy.”

Heejin puts the dildo on her bed and closes the closet door. She undresses completely, tossing her clothes to the side. Your cock is tenting. She returns, picks the dildo, and then she lies on her bed next to you.

“So… you, you just wanna watch me use this? Suck on it and stuff?”

You nod. “Yeah. Please.”

Heejin bends her legs and spreads her thighs. Your cock twitches. Her free hand rubs her slit. She’s spreading her lips.

“Shit, Heejin, you’re so hot.”

“Thanks… pervert.”

She sticks the dildo inside her hole, and you love watching how her pussy stretches for it. Especially knowing your cock will be doing the same soon. That image makes you harder, enough for you to pull down your pants and start jerking.

“Heejin, would, would you… talk? Your voice is so pretty.”

Heejin blushes. “Thank you. What do you want me to say?”

“Just, like, anything. Tell me… what you’re imagining. What you’re feeling.. Your fantasies.”

Heejin gulps. “Um, o-okay.”

Her free hand is rubbing circles around her clit. The dildo is slowly pumping in and out of her hole.

“Sometimes, um,” she starts, “sometimes I imagine… it’s you. Inside me. Your cock. And, um, usually, we’re, we’re doing missionary, and, um, your hands are on my tits. Pinching my nipples. Wait, come here. Pinch my nipples.”

You follow her command, sitting closer to her so you can grab a nipple with one hand while your other jerks faster. Heejin moans. You jerk faster.

“Oh, god, mmm. If I could keep your gorgeous fucking dick in my mouth all day I would. I’d suck it every second. God, I’d, I’d wake up to it. I’d go to sleep sucking on it. Hnnh. Your hands… are making me feel really good. Or we could cuddle and watch a movie, and the whole time you’d be… fuck, you’d be slowly sliding your cock in and out of my asshole. Mmnh. God, and, maybe we’d have friends over, and you’d fuck me from behind, and no one would know. Shit, especially when we’re at Yerim’s, you could take me to her really nice bathroom and rail me in her really nice shower. Mmm.”

The dildo speeds up, and her clit rubbing is speeding up. Your jerking is speeding up too.

“Or we’d go out to eat, and, fuck, you’d finger me under the table, and then, and then you’d order dessert, and instead of eating the real thing, you’d feed me your cock, and I’d cream myself. God, shit, your hands. Mmfh. Or, or, sometimes I imagine, we’re on the couch, and Jungeun and Jinsol and Haseul are hanging out, and they’re just chatting away, and I’m sucking your dick, or you’re fingering me, or I’m warming your cock in my pussy, and no one would know. Shit. Or they do know, and they pretend like I’m not even there on my knees sucking you off. Fuck.”

You’re about to cum. “Shit, Heejin, keep going, I’m so, so, so, so close.”

“Nngh. And I’d even—wait, d-don’t waste that cum yet.” She takes the dildo out and moves closer to you. “Feed me. Put it in my mouth.”

You do. Heejin’s jerking the rest of your shaft, and your tip is in her lips, and she’s pumping, and her spit is slathering. You groan, and she moans, and a shot fires into her throat. Her jerking doesn’t stop. Another shot, and your mind is fading. Another.

Pop. She’s gasping for air, trying not to spill the load as she speaks. “Ahh, waih, feed me, hah, some cum, wifh your hand.”

You take your cock out of her mouth, masturbating some cum onto your palm. Once your climax eventually subsides, you offer your hand to Heejin, and she makes eye contact as she slurps up your seed and licks every joint of your fingers.

After she has every drop she can get in her mouth, she looks up, gargles, and then gulps. “Thank you for the meal.”

You sigh. “Jesus, you’re crazy.”

“Only for you.”

You kiss. “I’m honored.”

“Um, by the way, can I finish?”

“Yeah, of course.”

Heejin lies back down and picks the dildo. Her free hand is rubbing her clit again, and the dildo is pumping in and out of her hole.

“Hold on,” you say. “Could I… use the wand on you?”

She stops. “Really?”

“Yeah. Unless it’s sausage time.”

Heejin giggles. “No, no, it’s fine, just, um, lemme… get comfy again.” She gets on all fours, and you move to a squat, holding the wand in one hand and the dildo in the other. “And, um, don’t turn it on the highest setting. Not yet.”

“Got it.”

You stick the dildo inside Heejin’s pussy and move the wand to her clit. You turn the wand on, and the sound of buzzing fills her room, followed by a moan from Heejin.

“Tell me more fantasies,” you say.

She tries her best to give you everything she’s thinking about, from bending her over the kitchen counter to tying her up and edging her, from fucking her mouth blindfolded to having a whole day where you fuck her whenever you want, free-use style. You’re glad that she trusts you enough to share her kinks. You’re looking forward to experiencing them someday.

Her dirty talking devolves into incomprehensible moans, and her doggystyle position is faltering, her face in the mattress. You stick the dildo deeper, and you turn the wand to a higher setting. She screams.

“Shit, sausage, sausage!”

You immediately stop everything. Heejin’s trembling.

“Oh, god,” she says.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Fine. Just, too much.”

“Fuck, I’m so sorry.”

“No, no, it’s fine, just, sensitive. But you owe me.”

“What do you mean?”

“Turn the wand off and give me the dildo. I’m going to cum with your cock in my mouth because that’s where it belongs.”

You comply, handing her the dildo and turning the wand off. Then, Heejin lies back down on the bed. You’re uncertain about where to go, until she grabs your ass, pulling you to mount on top of her chest.

“There we go.”

You look back and see Heejin starting to dildo-fuck herself again, and before you can look at Heejin’s face again, she’s already captured your cockhead in her lips.

“Oh, fuck,” you say.

She moans. You jerk off the rest of your shaft, and she’s moaning hungrily around you. Heejin’s free hand massages your balls, and she pistons the dildo at a hearty pace, a loud, sloppy pace. As if she were imitating what your cock would sound like, if it were pounding her hole. Having painted a million pictures in your mind, and having heard her talk about so many fantasies, your mind can’t help but fill in the blanks. The biggest blank is her throat.

“Heejin,” you say.

Pop. “Mmm. Yeah?”

“Could I… choke you with my cock?”

She giggles. “Go for it, stud. Shoot it straight down. I don’t care. It’ll make me cum harder. I wanna feel my throat bruise.”

You gulp. “A-are you sure?”

“Mmm. Totally. I’m gonna keep fucking myself and sucking you off and if I tap three times on you, then it’s sausage time, and you stop choking me. Deal?”

“Deal.”

Heejin takes your cockhead back in her mouth and moans. Her free hand goes back to your balls, and you place both your hands on the sides of her head. Slowly, carefully, you force her lips to travel past your tip, and to reach halfway down your shaft. Her cheeks are concave and your palms can feel her slobbering. Once she reaches your base, her eyes are watering. She looks up at you, her dildo fucking faster, her lips tight. You pull on Heejin’s hair to move her head up. She moans. Her whole body is trembling again. You slam her head back down.

“Heejin, I’m"—she moans—"about to"—she gags, a broken vibration around your cock, and she moans—"cum!”

Her gagging, however, only urges you more to fuck her throat with your cock. Heejin gags again, and her throat walls are clenching, and a whole bunch of spit comes out, drenching your balls. The last thing you feel before your mind fades is her final whine, lost to the whole of her universe. Your spasms return, your hips shake, and this time, you see her whole body tense up—finally you and Heejin cum together, with her dildo ramming her hole and your cock ramming her throat. She’s squealing and squeaking while taking your cock down to her base again, her gagging more persistent. After all her fantasies, the real thing is so much hotter than your imagination, and your brain starts painting new pictures on instinct.

Pop.

“Holy. Fucking. Shit,” she says.

Your cock twitches out spurts of your seed, coating her face. Her dildo has disappeared from her pussy.

“I’m, I’m sorry, about, um, being… a bit too rough,” you say.

“Are you fucking stupid?” she asks. “Do you have, do you have any idea how fucking hard I came? God, and the cum you’re firing in my throat, thank you, thank you, thank you. Your cum is what gives life purpose.”

You grin. “I’m glad you think that way. My cum was only alive because of your pretty little mouth, though.”

Heejin licks up every streak and spurt.

You lie back down on her bed next to her. “Hey, uh, you… still owe me though.”

“True,” she says. “What do you want? Another oral service tomorrow?”

“Can’t tomorrow. It’s already one in the morning.”

“Ah, fuck. Morning.”

“It’s fine.” Your voice is meek. “Let’s not do anything. For a while.”

“What?”

“This is fun. And I’m sure we could come up with a million ways to jerk each other off with our hands and mouths and words. But, you were thinking it too, right? When you had that, that dildo inside of you. Fucking you. I mean, I don’t, I really don’t wanna pressure you, but I thought it’d be fun. You know. If we just held off of anything, sex, cumming, masturbating, all of that, and we just… wait. How about until your birthday?”

“What?! That’s like, twenty days away.”

“Exactly, once in a while we could do other stuff. Wouldn’t it be fun to just get edged every day until then, waiting, anticipating, and when we finally do fuck, it’ll be the best sex of our lives, the perfect present. I mean, you got yourself off plenty of times already. I bet you could go without a nut for a while.”

“Oh, no. You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

“And vice versa, I guess.”

Heejin grumbles. “Fuck. Fine. Deal. But no matter how much I tempt you, no matter how much you tempt me, we’re not going to cum. We’re gonna edge each other. No matter how hard I suck. No matter how hard you thrust.”

“Deal.”

You shake hands.

“Um, by the way,” she says.

“What?”

“You, um, you’re a pervert.”

You sigh. “I know.”

“But you’re, um, you’re a pretty nice guy. And smart. And hot. Okay, that’s enough for your ego, goddammit.”

“Keep going, you’re gonna make me cum.”

Heejin grins. “Oh, that’s all it’ll take, huh?”

You kiss.

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You wake up on Saturday morning, having stayed the night at Heejin’s place. The two of you have a breakfast of leftover ramyun, and you say goodbye at the door.

“Wait,” she says. “Hold on. I forgot something.”

You turn around. “What?”

Heejin kisses you. “Bye.”

You return the kiss. “Bye.”

You go home, and on Sunday, you wake up to a text from Heejin.

> morning. :)

You smile.

> Good morning.

You send her a picture of your cock, already hard in the morning. She sends a photo of her own pussy, spread open with her fingers. It’s scintillating, dewy. Your cock twitches.

> morning wood?

> Yep.

> you know how bad i wanna suck that dick right now

> Yeah. I’m thinking about fucking your throat.

> godddddddd i love it when you say that shit

> Do you think you’re gonna nut today?

> probably not. if i can’t even last a weekend without cumming, i srsly need to reexamine my life

> lol. true. well, good luck.

> you too

You send a photo of your cock, with a drop of cum at your tip. It only took a token effort of stimulation to get a bead of pre-cum.

> wait were you fapping just now

> Yeah. Just a bit

> godddddd youre so bad

> Don’t worry. I don’t plan on cumming until it’s inside you on your birthday :)

> fuck you

> I thought we were gonna save that for your birthday too :(

> shut up

You smile. 

> I miss you.

> me too

> Next week. We can meet up. See how we’re feeling about this whole thing. Maybe get dinner or something.

> like a date?

> Well, no dating. Obviously. Ground rules and all.

> “k fine. sounds good

> See you then 3

> yeah yeah whatever

You laugh. This is going to be fun.

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This wasn’t fun. Well, it’s a little fun. All the games the two of you play.

The best/worst part are all the videos she sends. She starts with the typical: eating an ice cream cone, having cream drip on her fingers; covering herself with oil and rubbing it over her entire body; holding a vibrator to her clit, waiting for your text about what position you want her in; showing her sopping pussy from various angles, and you can tell exactly which angle she sent you and why.

And then her videos get dirtier. There’s Heejin on a vertical video, sitting on her bed, dildo deep inside her pussy, just talking. She talks about how she imagines your cock sliding in and out of her pussy, ramming her g-spot and fucking her senseless, while your fingers rub her clit and your mouth suck her tits. You would fill her up with your cum, dripping out of her pussy, down her legs. Then she would get the taste of your cock as she cleans it with her mouth, and how the cum mixing with her juices would taste even better as she slurps it all up. Heejin has a gift for describing things with vivid detail. You never realized just how eloquent her tongue could be. You can’t wait until it’s on yours again.

There are the times you meet and end up making out and nearly fucking, but you manage to stop. You keep each other on the brink. Sometimes you want to rip each other’s clothes off and ravage the other right then and there, and your hearts would race at the thought of all the consequences and dangers involved with doing it outside. But you had to be patient; you were the one who suggested waiting, after all.

But the weeks pass, and you grow restless. You can’t wait to claim Heejin as yours, in the most intimate way possible.

And finally, October 19 arrives.

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The restaurant is a small, cozy establishment, with warm lighting and ambient music. You and Heejin are dressed in semi-formal attire, and you admire how beautiful she looks in her black dress, with a slit up the thigh that shows off her perfect legs. You’re both a little giddy with anticipation. You feel like it’s Christmas, ready to open the ultimate present, even if she’s the birthday girl here.

As you sit at the table, Heejin’s phone lights up with birthday messages from her friends, and you can’t help but wonder what they would think if they knew about you two.

“Wow, you’re popular.”

She giggles. “I know, it’s silly. But, it’s kinda sweet.”

You take a sip of water. “You know, Heejin, it’s been fun, these last couple of weeks, edging. I’ve never gone this long.”

Heejin scoffs. “You’re one to talk. It’s been hell for me.”

“I believe you.”

You start to eat your food. The flavors are rich and savory, and the portions are generous. The two of you chat about the usual stuff, like work and your family and the newest set of anime coming out, but no matter how you try, you can’t resist being glued to her every touch. Her finger absentmindedly twirls around a strand of hair. Her thighs shift in her seat. A napkin wipes the side of her mouth. The candlelight, and the warmth of the establishment makes her glow, and you’re hopelessly under her spell.

Of course, her heel brushing against your inner thigh doesn’t help.

“You seem tense,” she says.

“Great observation.”

“You know, for some reason, I don’t feel that full, even after all I ate.”

“You wanna go to another restaurant or something?”

Heejin rolls her eyes. “That’s not what I’m hungry for.”

Your mouth rounds to a circle.

She rubs her heel on your pants. “What?”

You throw the napkin on the table and stand up. “Excuse me, I have to use the restroom.”

Heejin bites her lip as you walk away. You enter the bathroom. It’s its own individual room, fancy and well-kept. You walk up to the sink and splash cold water on your face, sighing.

You use the toilet. Then, you use your phone to find the nearest hotel and its nearest vacancy. Can’t even wait to bring her home. You text her your plan for the night.

Seems even that is too much waiting. A knock. She texts you back.

> open the door.

You gulp. You do, and Heejin steps in, her breathing erratic, her smile mischievous. She pulls you by your tie for a kiss, shoving you against the door. Your tongue and hers are tangling, and you reach for her breast. Your knee is lifting her skirt, and she’s grinding against it.

“Heejin,” you say, “we gotta, we gotta go somewhere else.”

“I can kneel here.” And she does just that. “We can make this quick.”

She unbuckles your pants and frees your cock, your limp-cock instantly hard in the warmth of her mouth, instantly in the back of her throat.

“Heejin, no, wait, we were saving…”

Pop. “Oh, what, like you don’t wanna blow your load down my throat and cum all over my tits and face?”

She’s pumping, her fingers slick and tight around your shaft, your cockhead rubbing against her face. She sucks on your balls.

“I bet you’d absolutely ruin this fucking dress with your load.”

In the next five minutes, Heejin proceeds to slather your cock in her spit while sucking you down with best blowjob you’ve ever received. Her lips and tongue are tight, and the heat of her mouth and the vacuum of her suction feels so divine around your cock. And her moans, oh, fuck, how you missed her moans around your shaft. The vibrations tickle your skin and your nerves. You’re thankful for the door and the weight of your body preventing the two of you from collapsing, because the pleasure is making your knees weak. And if that wasn’t enough, Heejin is relentless in her dirty talk and her sucking.

“God, your cock is fucking amazing. I wanna drink your cum forever. I wish you could shoot your cum deep in my pussy, fill me up. I can’t wait to get your cock in my cunt.”

She bobs faster, deeper, sucking more intensely. You’re about to burst. She knows. Heejin reaches between your legs and squeezes your balls.

Then, she pulls back. Pop. “So, where’s the hotel?”

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You pay for your meals, and then you’re on the way to the hotel. It’s a short taxi ride away, and the two of you keep your hands to yourself.

Once you’re in the elevator, you hold Heejin’s waist, and she faces you, giggling.

“What?” you ask.

“Nothing,” she says. “Just… happy.”

You lean down to kiss her. “Have I told you enough that you’re the prettiest girl on the planet?”

“A couple times.” She kisses back. “I don’t mind you telling me more.”

You brush strands of hair away from her face. She puts her hands on your face. Your hand slides up her waist to cup her cheek. She runs her thumb across your bottom lip.

Ding. The elevator doors open, and you step into the hallway. Your room is a few steps down, and you unlock the door.

It’s a basic suite, and you don’t waste time, dropping your stuff, locking the door, and moving to the bed, pushing Heejin down and kneeling to her height.

She giggles. “Gotta catch up, huh?”

You slide her shoes off her feet, then your own. Then, you slip your hands under her dress and hook a finger on her panties, moving them down her legs. All the while, she takes off your suit jacket and undoes your belt. You move Heejin’s panties completely off her ankles. They’re soaked. She lies down on the bed.

Your cock is throbbing, but you can’t stop staring at the view.

She blushes. “N-no, no more edging. Please. I need to cum, so, so fucking bad. I need you in me, right fucking now.”

You swallow. “Don’t worry. I’ll be inside you soon enough. Just, lemme get a good look of your body first.”

Heejin smiles. “My body, huh? What, what’s so special about it?”

“Everything.”

You’re on top of Heejin now, caressing her face.

“Everything,” you repeat. You lower your head. “Especially your eyes.” You lower your head again. “And your lips.” You kiss them. “And your neck.” You kiss. She moans. You continue kissing downwards, licking along her collarbone, nibbling on the side of her throat, biting her shoulder. Then you lick the valley between her breasts, pull down the neckline of her dress, and lick circles on her nipples. You hike up the hem of dres to reach a hand to her pussy. “And, this.” You rub her lips.

She moans. “What… about that?”

You crawl lower, your face between her legs. You spread her lips, already wet, and you stick your tongue inside her hole. “The prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.” You lick up her slit.

Heejin grabs your hair and pulls you. “I’m sorry, but I can’t wait anymore. Fuck me.”

You wipe your mouth. “Yeah, yeah, sorry.”

“Just… put it in me already.”

You get on your knees and rub your cockhead against Heejin’s lips, smearing pre-cum. You rub it around her clit, and she shudders, whimpering.

Heejin pushes on your chest. “Wait, hold on, sit up. I wanna watch. Please. Your cock… entering me. I can’t wait to see it.”

You nod. Heejin sits up too. You grab Heejin’s thighs and spread them. Your cockhead rubs against Heejin’s entrance again.

“Holy shit, holy shit,” she says.

You lick your lips. You push your cock into Heejin’s hole, and your head is swimming in her heat, her wetness. Her pussy is already sucking you in, and Heejin is already moaning, and her whole body is already trembling.

“Shit, Heejin, you’re already going to cum?”

She nods. “Yes! I’m sorry, it’s just, you’re finally, finally inside me. I’ve dreamed about this, so many times, and now it’s happening.”

“Me too. It’s fine, it’s fine.” You pull back, and then you thrust again, a bit deeper, and Heejin shudders again. “Holy shit.”

You pump slowly, Heejin moaning louder and louder, her pussy squeezing you tighter and tighter. Your grip on her thighs is tight, and you push her down, burying your cock deeper. Her back arches, and you start thrusting faster. You grunt. Heejin’s pussy is milking your cock, sucking you deeper, and you’re pounding her cunt, her moans and your grunts filling the room, until she lets out a scream, a high-pitched, satisfied noise, and her walls are convulsing. And just as you said, you empty your load deep inside her, rope after rope, a thick batch of semen pooling in her hole and leaking past your shaft.

“Holy… shit,” she says. Heejin’s trying to catch her breath. She looks up at you, a slight smirk on her face. “You’re still hard, right?”

You look down. You’re still hard.

Even though her legs writhe and her toes curl, she fucks herself into your shaft, covering it in more and more cream.

“Fucking, hell, Heejin, just like that?” You clench your jaw.

“Yeah. Yeah, we just started. I love watching you pump your cock in and out of my pussy, seeing it get all sloppy.”

You chuckle. “Slut.”

“For you.” She wraps her legs around your waist, her arms around your back. “Wreck me.”

You can do nothing but comply. Heejin’s eyes roll back, her lips tremble, and her nails dig into your back, and you fuck her, you fuck Heejin, hard. Using your own creampie as lube, your cock plunges and slams inside Heejin’s pussy, over and over. You pick her up from the bed and pound into her as you carry her around the room, making loud wet slaps fill the air. Then, you set her down on the desk, gripping her shoulders, and the room shakes with your thrusts.

Heejin screams and babbles. You’re about to cum again already, and so is she. You love her expression, like she’s completely drunk to your cock as she loses herself to the pleasure of it stuffing her, pushing your first creampie out just to fill her up again. You’re sure she can feel your heartbeat from how far your cock is in her womb. You slow down, then you pull out. Heejin’s pussy is drooling cum, and she lies flat on the desk. Your head is so light that you only just now realize you’re still cumming, so you jack off onto her body, mainly covering her dress in cum, though some of it reaches her chin. Heejin promptly licks that clean.

“Why,” she says. “Why’d you stop? You’re, you’re still hard. Please.”

“Turn around. Get on your hands and knees.”

She obeys. “Yes, sir,” she says, and you like the way she says that.

You grab Heejin’s waist, and then you slam into her pussy. Your pace is just as brutal as when you started the night. Turns out that edging for weeks, then cumming inside a woman’s tight pussy, then pulling out and painting her in your cum is more than enough to keep your cock rock hard, and Heejin is more than eager to have your cock pounding her hole as many times as you want.

After the fourth round, your fifth climax, Heejin is a mess on the bed, and so is your cock. It’s covered in her cum and your cum and some of her saliva, and her tongue is lazily circling your cockhead while she rests her head on your thighs.

“Do you, do you want to keep going?”

Heejin nods. “Why? Are you tired?”

“I mean, I’m pretty sure I have another few in me. But my abs are killing me.”

“Oh yeah? You should try doing planks.”

“The way you do them? Yeah, ri—” You’re interrupted when Heejin climbs up your body and grabs your cock. You flinch. “No, wait, wait, wait. Wait, Heejin.”

“Are you afraid?”

You gulp. “Very.”

“I promise it won’t hurt. It’ll be fun.”

When Heejin says it, you believe her. “Fine. Go for it.”

Heejin grins. “Awesome.” As she positions herself over your shaft, the creampie you filled her with starts to leak onto your stomach, and she holds your cock to point it up towards her hole. She lowers her pussy, and your cock enters her again. She rides you, holding your cock by the base so that the entire time, you feel the entirety of her tunnel envelop you, and your cum is squishing all over her insides.

Completeness ft. Yeseo, Mashiro

There is exactly one axiom that matters. Mashiro is your loving girlfriend. All other truths are auxiliary. Yet, postulates exist that can carry weight to them and affect the system upon which this first and only truth is built. An example: Yeseo, Shiro’s best friend, is something of a little sister to you both, and thus you make love to your girlfriend, and care for your girlfriend’s friend as much as any guy should. For some reason, this unbreakable and absolute edict has been revised, softened, changed, and now truth itself is something that the two of them are… considering.

“Hey, what do you think of Yeseo?”

It’s a Thursday night, and Mashiro’s on top of you, her hand stroking your cock as she asks. It’s not the kind of distraction you want while you’re about to get off, but here you are.

“She’s cute. Um, can be a bit of a handful sometimes.”

“That’s it?” Mashiro gives you a wry smile.

“What’s with you? Why are you asking about her now of all times?”

Mashiro shrugs, but you don’t believe it. She tugs down the neckline of her cropped top, showing off more of her breasts as they threaten to spill out of her bra. Between the sheen of sweat on her cleavage and the toned shape of her abs, that’s a lot of skin and sexiness to swallow. Her fingers don’t have to work long before you’re fully erect.

“I mean, I’m just saying, she’s gotten pretty hot lately.”

You raise an eyebrow at her. “Hot? Since when?”

“Well, obviously now that she’s an adult. And what, you think she’s not hot, babe?”

You look away and groan. “I dunno, it’s a bit weird.” You’re not even being political about your answer. That’s just the truth.

Mashiro peels your eyes back to her when she takes your hand and brings it under her shirt. She’s smiling like she’s got a joke only she’s privy to, even when you start pinching her nipples. At this point, she would usually start melting, and all clothes would be forgotten for at least another half-hour.

She doesn’t.

Not that this is anywhere near Shiro’s first time taking control of a situation, but the motive was always self-fulfillment, fucking out your orgasms to chase her own. Therefore, when Mashiro slaps your cock against her abs, you tense up in surprise and anticipation. She leans over to capture your shaft between her tits, inside the tight confines of her top. You thought that she thought that this shirt was too cute to ruin with stains of cum, but it seems like she’s willing to sacrifice some clothes for whatever greater good. Her breasts are just big enough to make this possible, and while her skin is plenty soft and warm, she adds spit to the mix to make the passage nice and slippery.

“Ah, Shiro,” you say.

Each time your tip pokes out of her shirt, Mashiro gives it extra attention—kissing, licking, suckling. The only reason you’re not thrusting into her mouth is because she has your hips pinned to the bed. 

“So,” she says, “Yeseo. Imagine her here.”

“Wha…” You’re dumbfounded, and it’s not just by how Mashiro’s mouth wraps around the head of your cock. That’s nice though, and you could probably cum on her lips like this—you’ve done it before—but you’re apparently in the middle of a conversation and it’s very hard to reply when she’s working you like this.

“Mm, tell me what you think of her. Be honest this time.” Sure, Mashiro talks about her best friend a lot, but you never imagined that she’d be so cavalier about bringing any other person up while in bed. At the very least, you’d think she would broach this topic with a bit more tact, and a bit less tit-fucking.

Where to start is a dilemma, what with your brain functioning at half speed. “Uhhh. Purple hair.” Gotta start somewhere. “She's… smart?” You’re pretty sure that’s it, right? That’s everything there is to know about Yeseo. “She’s like a sister.”

Mashiro pulls back, relaxing the pressure on your dick, and you’re both disappointed and relieved. “What if she were a little less like a sister?”

“Shiro, what do you want me to say?” You don’t get to see her smile, since she’s back to sucking on your tip, but you feel it.

“That you would dick down my bestie if that’s what she needed?”

You open your mouth to deny it. “Well, I—” The next word should be a word, not a squeak. But that’s what happens when she sucks on your dick while its length is stuffed into her tits. Her lips fit around your girth tight and they leave you with a parting lick. Makes your breath catch. You think about what she said. The fact that you’re still hard says it all.

“It’s okay, you can admit it. Yeseo’s got such a pretty ass now, doesn’t she?”

Your first thought is comparison: you want to believe that your girlfriend beats Yeseo in every department, and that’s certainly true with the heft of her breasts as Yeseo’s petite frame has a way to go before being able to swathe your member how Shiro currently is. Yet, you think about yesterday, how your eyes kept traveling to Yeseo’s ass in her leggings and how that butt could be softer to the touch than your girlfriend’s. Could be. Could be fluffier like a cloud, fuller like ripe fruit, rounder than a bubble ready to pop, and you don’t want to admit you would pop it. Not really, so you’re silent and tense, so what could be, isn’t.

Mashiro notices, and pulls away from your cock. “Hah, thought so.”

Shaking your head, clenching your jaw, you ask, “Why does it matter? Are you gonna be jealous?”

“Jealous? Of what, you ogling Yeseo? God no,” Mashiro says, laughing, “she’s so cute and tiny, I wouldn’t blame you.” She pauses, giving your length a few languid strokes up and down her tits. “If anything, I’m the opposite of jealous. Curious.”

“Is that what opposite—”

She squeezes her tits together with an arm around her chest, your shaft in the most loving stranglehold. “I’m being serious. Just think about it. Okay?”

You sigh. “Fine, fine.”

The conversation dies and gives way to the sound of wet slurps, soft moans, and the squelches of Mashiro’s spit lubricating her titjob. Your toes curl as the pressure builds, and it’s not long before you’re close. And since her understanding of what close means to you is atomic-clock precise, she unsheathes your dick in the annoying nick of time. You can only laugh after all that—for all the times she’s edged you, at least they were premeditated, or for a cause like a sudden visit from her parents.

“Fuck, babe, really?” You’ve had an infinite amount of patience for your lovely girl, so you’re surprised at your own exasperation. You sit up, but then she pushes you back down to the bed with a hand to the chest. You take a deep breath, now grasping that this is all part of her plan, and that you should know better than to mistrust Mashiro for a second.

Mashiro leans over, your cock in her grip, the other hand slipping aside the wet white panties under her skirt. She doesn’t bother getting them off properly, adjusting them to the side to reveal her trimmed mound and the swollen button peeking between pink lips. She lets your shaft rest against her pussy, then strokes the two together. Each pass of your cock along the underside of her clit has Mashiro breathing heavier, until she’s panting like she’s just finished a good work out. The wetness of her juices spreads on your shaft and her chest heaves in her cropped top while you need prison-grade handcuffs to keep from thrusting into her.

When the pressure’s built enough, when your cock’s about to burst, you’re forced to watch your girlfriend rub herself to completion, your cock still in her grip. She cums before you, like an angel crying out for salvation, her blonde bangs sticking to the sweat of her forehead, though none of that stops Mashiro from jerking you off through your own orgasm. You moan her name as your hips buck and her thighs clench and her hand works in a blur.

The moments like this are where you realize your notions of Mashiro have been challenged, over and over. Loving is not so singular in meaning as you had thought, because when you first started having sex with your girlfriend, maybe a month after the first date, you honestly were making love. When you’d cum inside the condom while hugging her tight, that’s when you two were done for the night.

But now loving means that you paint her abs in milky white, cum pooling into her belly button, spurts dribbling over her fingers, and then coat her pussy with the thick river flowing down her stomach. Plus, since you’re still hard, might as well use that as lube for the ride of her life. You’re not sure how you manage to keep up with Mashiro. Obviously, how she eats your cum from her fingers like it’s candy, how her tits bounce now freed from her shirt and bra, and how her cum-creamed labia grips around your cock are all great incentive to push through your exhaustion. But in the recesses of your mind, the one part of your brain that isn’t fixated on her, there is a small question. 

Small indeed. The same brand of small as your girlfriend. Five years younger.

Mashiro has gone and done it now. You’re seeing the other girl in her face, the supposition, the thesis, your eyes blurring as Mashiro fucks down on you harder. Oh, damn, Yeseo really knows how to ride you well—wait, no. Your girlfriend’s riding you well, her pussy milking your cock just right. Fuck. What the hell is wrong with you?

You groan, and you’re not sure whether it’s a cry of frustration or pleasure. Mashiro’s face, Mashiro’s tits, Mashiro’s hips, Mashiro’s tightening pussy, all of them are so nice and so warm and so tight and so wet and so every good that good can be. As if in that cute package of her body, your girlfriend has molded herself to be everything you need in a lover. She repeats the words for good measure: “I love you, I love you, oh, fuck, I love you!”

The same way loving used to mean something classic and rigid, taking her out to dinner or watching movies, loving now means that rigid takes on a different, more literal definition. That’s Mashiro, growing as you grow, and in that way, you shouldn’t be surprised that the topic of Yeseo—sweet, innocent Yeseo—isn’t the end of it. Not even close.

Speaking of growing, the tension in your loins. Lewd, sloppy sounds intermix with a mess of Mashiro’s cries while your hands squeeze too tightly the flesh of her breasts. 

You gasp and mindlessly call out “Shiro, Shiro, Yeseo, wait, I—” but you’re cut off by Mashiro’s tongue wrestling yours. Unbridled want, unmitigated desperation, she kisses you like a girl possessed, and there’s no room to protest and figure out what the hell’s happening. 

With no condom—it’s been a long while since that—your load spills into Mashiro like she’s an unwitting, impure bride, and by god, there’s such a hellfire in your ears from her scream when the sin soaks through to her sinner womb. The pleasure blurs your minds, or more, her cunt does, and with the cum your dick oozes, the most you can offer when Shiro topples over you and collapses is a “Ah, mmh.”

As your breathing calms, she lifts up her skirt and spreads her pussy, letting you see your second load ooze from her insides. 

“God, I needed that so bad,” she says. Her voice is breathy, but there’s a smile in it, and she crawls over to you and kisses you on the lips. Between the two of your bodies is a whole lot of sticky. You groan into her mouth, and then when she breaks off, she starts to pepper your lips and jaw with more kisses. “You wanted that too, huh?”

You wipe away a bead of sweat on her forehead. “Yeah. Of course. You’re so fucking perfect, Mashiro.” You run a hand through your hair. “Oh, fuck. Right, I’m… I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said…”

“Shh. I think I’ve made it pretty clear that I don’t mind, right? I love you, it’s okay.”

You nod, laughing to yourself in disbelief is not some fancy dream. “I love you too. I just wish I, I dunno, didn’t call her name right then, you know?”

She grins as you begin your cuddle. “No, no. That was fucking hot, actually.”

“It was?”

“Yes!”

“No, really that wasn’t right, I’m…”

Mashiro insists. You deny. It’s a circuitous route that continues onward from outside of this bedroom—at dinner, walking down the street, at a sweet little shopping date where you and Mashiro were buying decorations for the home and she just had to get this puppy plushie for her best friend—really any time that Yeseo is mentioned, this conversation bubbles up from the depths.

It’s one of those oddities, those quirks, the little humps in a relationship that eventually dies off and…

No, whiplash fucking snaps your neck in half.

So now you’re here, in a room with your girlfriend and your truth-breaker. Mashiro sits on your lap, her breath so close to yours that you can smell the strawberry lip balm. Pliant, warm, she straddles your thigh while her hand travels down your chest, to your crotch. You groan into her mouth when she squeezes your hardening member through the fabric of your slacks. All the while, Yeseo watches, hands also down her pants. Too embarrassed despite the unspoken permission—goading, really—Yeseo keeps her fingers pressed against her clit, not quite daring to move.

It was supposed to be a normal day. Yeseo wasn’t even supposed to be here. But Mashiro invited her, and she didn’t kick Yeseo out, (which you would’ve done yourself, but it’s hard doing anything when Mashiro has her nails on your skin like claws), and Yeseo didn’t leave, and now you’re stuck here, having your girlfriend dry-hump you and make out with you while another girl’s watching.

It’s like this for a while, a holding pattern, a cold war. Days. The first shot across the bow is when Yeseo leaves, flushed, and you rail your pretty girlfriend into the sheets so that the girl can’t escape the sounds outside the room. If later, you somehow find out she was slouched against your bedroom, fingering herself to completion, then you wouldn’t be surprised. Here comes the next battle in the next day, where Yeseo steels herself to watch Mashiro ride you, your back to the headboard. Then she sends the follow-up, bombarding you with her every fantasy while you know that acting upon it is this landmine, or now it’s a minefield, or now the trenches are dug and all that’s left is to wait.

Mashiro shoots the farmer’s pig when she speaks up over dinner.

“It’s just a handjob.”

You choke on your half-swallowed piece of meat and end up coughing.

Yeseo looks up from her phone, then freezes. “W-what.”

Mashiro gives Yeseo a wry smile as she gets up, massaging her shoulder. “You want to, right? So you should. It’s okay, Yeseo.” Mashiro’s voice is gentle, and Yeseo nods slowly. Mashiro presses a kiss to Yeseo’s cheek before walking over to you. She doesn’t have to ask if this is what you want.

This is what you want.

Mashiro takes Yeseo to the bedroom, and you finish dinner before tidying up. You wash the dishes, wipe the table. Put away the leftovers. Count down from twenty until you tell yourself there are no logical reasons to delay the inevitable further, not with the way your pulse is racing, not with the way you’ve tasted anticipation in the air.

Once you open your door, you find your girlfriend holding the shirt collar of a willing Yeseo who has already crawled into your bed. The two are kissing—this isn’t the first time you’ve seen, though it’s the first time you’ve seen them hold it longer than a cute peck. First time you’ve seen tongue. First time you’ve seen hands under clothes and on bare skin. Never seen Mashiro grabby with her spit-covered lips.

You are quiet on your feet. Any sound you make, the creaking of the door, or the harshness of your breath, it drowns in Mashiro and Yeseo’s obscene make-out. Delicious wet sounds burrow into your ears, the two girls slicking over and around and with each other, Mashiro in an exploratory mood while Yeseo lets herself get familiar. She looks flushed, content. Happy.

Mashiro acknowledges you by the doorway with a coo. “Just giving a little lesson.” She pats the space on the bed next to her, where she strips off your shorts, your semi-erection right there for Yeseo to behold.

Yeseo wipes her lips with her shirt. You see her white bra. You think you can feel heat coming off the bridge of her nose. She stares like your dick’s looking back, like this is the first time she’s seen a penis that wasn’t in a textbook diagram. Mashiro pulls Yeseo closer, bringing her between your legs; the furtive girl reaches for your member, then stops before touching, eyes back-and-forth between your dick and her arm. Even half-hard, you’re about as thick as Yeseo’s slender wrist, nearly the length of her forearm. She mouths “how” as her fingers hover a centimeter, this warmth a ghost over your cock.

“Here,” Mashiro says, kneeling beside Yeseo. Holding her hand over Yeseo’s, she guides the girl to wrap those fingers around your shaft and stroke it up and down. In your life, you’ve had lots of handjobs—mainly either self-administered or Mashiro-administered—but nothing quite matches Mashiro having her fingers tangled with Yeseo’s, the touch soft with a little squeeze from one of them, not quite meeting any spots that’ll make you squirm. You think Mashiro wants it this way, wants Yeseo to get a feel for it, find out the heft and warmth of a man’s cock. It is, however, enough to get you stiff and plumb and twitch-happy, which is where Mashiro lets go.

When Mashiro gives Yeseo a quick kiss, you swear Yeseo tries to chase her when Mashiro pulls away. Then, you receive Shiro’s next kiss. “I wanna see my boyfriend and best friend enjoy themselves,” she whispers, before sitting aside.

You look back down at Yeseo, and you’ve never had such a carte-blanche view of the girl’s face. Her eyes are big, round, chocolate-brown, the same as your girlfriend, but in them, Yeseo has this super-cute, really obvious, nervous lust that keeps sending a twitch in your hips. Her cheeks are soft and flushed red as you stroke them, squeeze them, press your fingertips in just to see how fluffy she is. She has a bunny’s teeth when she gasps and her thin lips part.

“Hi. Hi… hi, hi.” She’s caught in the headlights.

You say “Stroke,” and her pupils shift down to your crotch, the word a command that’s clearly Yeseo’s first. This exhalation out of her mouth would be fog in the winter. “Like this,” you tell her, gentler, as you start to stroke yourself with one hand. Yeseo bites her lip and reaches toward you again. Your precum oiling the way, Yeseo’s digits meet yours. At first, you only hold hands and smile at each other and feel out the moment before starting tender, guiding strokes. You have a way of measuring one’s nervousness by cupping her hand in yours and feeling how she touches back: the sweat of your palms, her pulse through yours, this heat that seeps through the cracks in her fingers as she trembles.

When she becomes less tense, you let Yeseo try on her own. She looks down, head full of those breaths and some little noises she doesn’t know she’s making. Yeseo wraps her tiny hand around the base of your cock. She stares at it, at her fingers that don’t cover your girth, and you wonder how long it will take for her to get used to it. When you think about Mashiro, you realize the awe never quite goes away.

With one hand in a jerking motion, the other palm wrapping around your base to act as an extension of the first, you like what she’s trying—go wild, cute thing. A low growl in your throat lets her know that you find some enjoyment in the attempt. You lean back, spreading your legs apart to give her more room, and you close your eyes to savor the moment. With your eyes closed, you’re certain you could tell the two girls apart, your girlfriend naturally more experienced, less afraid of your cock.

“Am I doing good? Yeseo mutters.

You nod, eyes still tight.

"You’re so big, Oppa,” she says, voice filled with wonder. “It’s so warm. And the veins, and the way it pulses… is this really happening?”

“Yeah, it’s real.” Your breath catches when Yeseo runs a finger along the underside of your cockhead.

Her breath warms your cock, and you can’t help but open your eyes. Yeseo is concentrating on your dick like the test’s answers are on it, and the only way to get them is to wring them out. Sure, you’ve given yourself much better handjobs too, but there’s something about her furrowed brows, her lip giving way to her teeth, that makes it all worth it.

“Yeseo-yah, try using your other hand to twist around the tip,” Mashiro says, and you hear a slick noise coming from outside your vision.

There’s an eep as Yeseo uses a second tiny fist around your tip to do just that.

You moan softly, weighing into the mattress; it’s a good thing you’re already lying down, because the newfound intensity makes your toes curl, and you find yourself thrusting up into her hips.

“Wow, it’s so big,” Yeseo says. “How do you fit it in Shiro-unnie?”

You draw in a hiss. “Hah, takes some work.”

Yeseo giggles. “I can imagine.”

You groan as Yeseo strokes and jerks and twists faster. Pressure builds up in your balls, and when you turn your head to the sight of your girlfriend dipping fingers between her thighs, you’re certain you’ll cum in time to Mashiro. Diligent, your girlfriend sidles on closer, adding some spit to Yeseo’s hands, to which Yeseo responds by stroking you even faster. Mashiro pours more and more saliva onto your member, insistent on looking you in the eyes, while Yeseo’s strokes get wetter, slipperier. Your grunts and the wet sounds of impromptu lubricant mix with and Yeseo’s quickened breaths and Mashiro’s self induced moans, a filthy choir of angels. Your balls tighten; the edge tempting to knock you off-balance.

But before you can finish, Yeseo abruptly stops. You clench and whip your head toward her, and you realize instantly by the look on her face that she does not know how to handle this climax part. Thankfully, just in time, your girlfriend has her mouth ready, lips around the head of your cock, and the vibrations of her moans tips forth the chain reaction of bliss. In awe, Yeseo stares as you and Mashiro unravel, your balls pumping semen into your girlfriend’s mouth, your hips bucking upward as her pussy pulsates, a thin river of lust pouring out of her.

Even with every line in the sand kicked away, you haven’t put much of an effort into convincing yourself of the reality of the situation. You’ve known Yeseo too long, too well to conceive of anything further happening. This was an aberration, puppy’s love, a one-time folly, or you might excuse it as such if there weren’t more mistakes—well, calling them mistakes implies a lack of agency.

“Just a handjob,” you murmur to yourself, and if they’re mere mistakes, then there would no point in time in which you could stop Yeseo from jumping on you and making out with you; and you’re helpless when Mashiro brings your face between the young woman’s ample thighs; and Yeseo kneels over you like a dutiful maid, mouth ready, hands working, and this is the result of a long-standing debt that your family’s been paying—nothing, nothing to do with you being unable to say no anymore.

Looking up from the wet, messy patchwork of muted purple and blonde hair, of thighs squishing together as they kneel and lick in tandem underneath you, you realize that Yeseo has mastered her oral techniques in addition to the manual under Mashiro’s tutelage, which has shattered your final understanding of Yeseo. This picture of innocence is much like the other picture of innocence in your life, and thus you should’ve expected as much. When you and Mashiro first started having sex, it truly was love-making, slow, sweet, vanilla, candle-lit, adoration-for-adoration’s sake sex, something you started out of gratitude for each other, and continued because every time was an affirmation of the beautiful relationship you cultivated. Over time, you learned two key things: all her dirty secrets, and the fact that she only took your cock that slow because it was too big for her to be able to do otherwise.

(“No, babe, I swear, I meant the love stuff too,” she said.

You replied, “Okay, fine.”)

The difference here is the speed with which Mashiro—and you, admit it; you are no fucking saint—have corrupted Yeseo. You estimate it’ll be a matter of weeks before Yeseo’s ready to match your girlfriend’s skills.

Yeseo is trying to prove as much. While Mashiro licks your shaft, she leaves Yeseo your balls; while Mashiro is busy letting your dick knock against the back of her throat, Yeseo makes sure your sack receives enough tender sucking. When they swap places, you feel a pulse through your cock, Yeseo’s mouth being impressively warm and wet. The only place this tongue of Yeseo’s has been wetter than the inside of her mouth must have been the insides of Mashiro’s pussy—and you’ve watched the damnable act, how your girlfriend arches back, eyes shut in pleasure, as the eager teen tongues her dripping slit.

That’s the same tongue Yeseo uses now to stroke alongside the bottom of your shaft, your cock in her mouth, nose inches from your pubis. Yeseo isn’t quite as capable of taking to the root as her unnie is, but you have no complaints about watching her struggle to swallow you, and you figure she’ll catch up soon enough. She hums on your cock, swirling around the tip before bobbing back down again, happy to gag and make a mess.

And the slope is slippery down from her throat to her tongue, making saliva strands from the corner of her lip down the veins of your shaft, onto the floor where your filthy fucking girlfriend—lord, when did she get this nasty, this depraved—licks it up clean for Yeseo. You watch, mind blank, as Mashiro’s tongue goes from the floor up to Yeseo’s hard nipples. Then she continues along her breasts, till it’s Mashiro’s lips meeting Yeseo’s again, and your shaft is jammed between their mouths for good measure. When Yeseo takes surprising control of your dick, your eyes focus on the sweet face that’s learned to hollow her cheeks and flicker her tongue over the soft ridge beneath your shaft head, one hand working on the inch she can’t reach. The only thing stopping Yeseo from gulping down your seed is the very girl who’s kissing your shaft where it’s free, taking your cock when Yeseo leaves for a quick breath. With the competitive swallow-duel going back and forth, it’s inevitable that your girlfriend wins.

“Ah, thanks for the lunch,” Mashiro says.

“One day I’ll win.” Yeseo huffs, but you can tell she is not mad. For as much as she pretends, her thighs are wiggling in Mashiro’s face moments later, and she can’t hide her smile so wide whenever your girlfriend’s nose brushes against her swollen clit. She smiles even wider when you invite her onto your thigh, pressing that needy pussy down and leaving a trail for Mashiro to lick up.

But for all you’ve done in the past few weeks, one topic has never been brought up: Yeseo’s virginity. Well, never explicitly—Mashiro has asked teasingly about it before, and all Yeseo says is “a guy in school” while her body language reveals that’s the lie that it sounded like. Plus, whenever she watches the two of you bang, it’s as though she’s putting a puzzle together—how excited she gets during afterglows or those pillow talk sessions when you explain something or other.

As you gain a better understanding of Yeseo’s every mechanism, you realize it’s the framing of the situation. Act in the frivolities for the appetizers all you want, but don’t underestimate what makes sex a nutritious meal.

“Seriously,” Mashiro says, “if you’ve had sex before, you wouldn’t be this much of a blushing mess. What are you getting embarrassed about?”

How cruel of your girlfriend to tease. Because as Yeseo says “sorry,” Mashiro pushes her finger all the way into Yeseo’s core, causing her to cry out. “Ahh! It, it’s just that, I’ve had the plug, inside, since yesterday night! God, it’s b-been, too, too much… mmnh.”

“You’re so cute,” you say, spanking the girl on all fours. The plug is simple, black, silicone, and a hell of a lot bigger than her dainty fingers that you’ve seen toy with her anal ring before. You had taken care to see to it that Yeseo was neither in pain nor undue stress when it came to accommodating it, with plenty of lubricant, though you warned her that she couldn’t remove the anal plug until Mashiro or you came to retrieve it.

Now that you’ve come to collect, you bend to kiss the cheeks of the girl’s small, round butt, which jiggles as it twitches. Your tongue reaches, swirls around the ring of the plug, while your hand traces between her thighs to bring forth her slick. All this while, Mashiro’s finger buries between Yeseo’s folds, her cunt squeezes greedily against it, and her body pushes down on the object buried in her ass.

“D-don’t stare. It’s, um, dirty.”

“Oh? Is it?” you ask while your thumb strokes Yeseo’s anal ring around the plug. You pull on it, a hair’s length, playing with her, and the wetter she gets, the more Yeseo trembles—the more she tries to hide her face and her screams into a pillow—the more she inadvertently thrusts her ass back into you. Inching further until the plug is out, you lean forward and bring your tongue closer to her tightest hole. “Then why does it look so tasty?”

“I dunno! God, this is so, so embarra—”

Yeseo collects the air in front of her in a single harsh breath, your lips sealing against her back passage, which tightens considerably from your tongue’s foray. Then, when Mashiro supplies the same treatment to her friend’s pink folds, you feel your tongue may be trapped in her hole. Fine by you. Your hands cover Yeseo’s asscheeks as you slobber with licks and kisses, tasting her asshole like it’s a last request, until her whines devolve into long, indecisive moans of wanting more and asking to slow down. Yet, her hips move as if to beg for more themselves, how greedy the woman. You laugh before you let up, squeezing cool lube onto the black buttplug.

“Ahh, ahh, ahh,” Yeseo pants, “I need, I need more.”

You are happy to provide. In another hand, you hold a small buzzing device. You trace it along Yeseo’s pussy lips, weakening her elbows and knees—jolting when the vibe makes contact with her firm nub—damn near collapsing her as Mashiro seals her lips to the toy, ensuring none of its strength escapes. You know, from experience, a combination like that is bound to make a girl pass out, so once her hips slow down their staccato jerking, you steal your girlfriend’s lips for a kiss.

Though every man who’s made it this far in life knows well that every hole is good to eat, every hole’s different flavors are treasures and miracles unto themselves. The flavor on your girlfriend’s tongue is Yeseo at her very core, salty, musky, addicting to you; when you sample Yeseo’s ass once again, popping the plug back out, you get a metallic tang mixed with the sweetness of the lube; lower you return, and Yeseo’s cunt is spongey and soaked and hot, slick and oozing and a veritable delight to munch on, as the taste from the source is second to none.

It’s an all-out sensory assault as you pull the plug some, enough so that its widest girth is right at the clinging ring, only for you to push back inside with a pop and a delightful mewl. Fingers and toys and tongues and lips alike massage Yeseo everywhere and overwhelm all her senses, her nerves tensing into spams and jerks of utter ecstasy. She doesn’t even get the courtesy of oneness in her condition: each time you work her up to the peak, Mashiro is hungry for the next, pulling out all the stops to keep Yeseo climbing higher. Mashiro and you kiss, lick, push, pinch, fondle, stimulate, and the best Yeseo can do is squirm pathetically around the devices in her holes, her mind fucked straight out of her body.

Yeseo slumps down, shaking as if her bones were wrung out. After four or five or however many consecutive orgasms, and each attempt to catch her breath ending in her wailing, her crotch is so wet that you and Mashiro might as well be making out with a pond.

“Plth, pleath, please, mnh. Th-that was, was a little, little much.”

Mashiro pulls her sticky face back to pepper Yeseo’s lower half with little kisses, while you lick the remainder of Yeseo’s juice from your lips. Cleanup takes a while, especially as Yeseo is too much a drooling, weak mess to help out—you don’t mind, knowing this is all for her. Mashiro grabs a spare towel and wipes Yeseo down; once she’s stable enough, you give her a gallon jug of water from the bedside stand and instruct her to drink up.

In the throes of this arousal, still breathing like air has never quite reached her lungs properly, Yeseo lays back and fights against the delirium. You and Mashiro cuddle her sides, squishing her between, and plant kisses all over her face and neck. Yeseo embarks on the road back to normalcy, thanks to the warmth of the two bodies, the careful embrace of loving hands, and your soothing words. When she’s returned in totality, Yeseo locks eyes with you, her gaze serious like you’ve never seen on such a delicate, pretty face.

“So,” Yeseo whispers, tensing up. “I know you’ve been waiting. You know. For me to bring it up.”

“Hmm?” You grin. “What’s that?”

Mashiro grumbles and reaches over to tap your shoulder. “Hey, this isn’t the time to play coy.”

“Alright.” You face Yeseo. “Hey. It’s okay.” Sincerity in your voice, you bring yourself so close that Yeseo can’t possibly miss your eyes and the warmth in them, you hope. “Whatever you’re comfortable with, Yeseo. I mean it.”

“Yeseo-yah,” Mashiro says, her arms wrapping tighter. “You don’t have to rush into anything. Whatever feels right to you, okay?” She glides forward until their kindred faces are so close they might as well be kissing.

A giggle permeates through the cracks in the wall of tension she’s built. “I had no idea you two were such softies. Is this what happens when you date for so long?”

“Us? Softies?” You chuckle and cup her cheek, making the skin soft and pink. You brush her hair behind her ear. “Did cumming make you forget the past hour or—”

Mashiro throws a pillow at you. “Don’t talk like that to our baby!”

That only makes you laugh even more, and as Yeseo joins in the laughter, so too does Mashiro. It’s a while before Yeseo sits up, takes a deep breath, slaps her thighs. “I’m fine. Seriously, I’m ready now.” She looks at you, dead in the eyes. “Oppa. I… I have wanted to fuck you ever since… since…” Her voice gets lower. “A couple months ago.”

You try not to choke on your own spit. “Yeseo, you just turned eighteen then.”

“So?”

“Yeseo.” Your voice is calm yet stern.

“Besides, lots of other girls in school already lost their virginity!”

“And so you haven’t, I knew it!” Mashiro laughs from the sideline.

Yeseo sticks out her tongue, and then her face turns serious again. She holds her hands on top of yours, as though drawing the answers from her fingertips as she thumbs them. After a slight pause, you give her an encouraging rub on her shoulder. “I just don’t, didn’t want to disappoint you guys. And I know we’ve done so much together, but sex… it’s different. Means more. Like, look at you two. You’re such a sweet couple, and I feel like I’m just budging between—”

“Absolutely not!” Mashiro exclaims as she joins in massaging the flesh of Yeseo’s shoulders.

“I swear to god,” you say, “you’re all that matters in the world to us, right, Shiro?”

She nods forcefully.

“If we didn’t care about you, we would have never taken you here, would have never let you in on our lives and intimacy. You could never budge between me and Shiro. In fact, I think you’ve made us better as a couple in ways you couldn’t imagine, like how much happier Shiro and I are now.”

Mashiro turns to kiss your cheek before addressing Yeseo herself. “We love you so much. And the most important thing to us, the thing that makes me the happiest, is when you feel good. So please, whatever you’re worried about, we can work it out, baby.”

It’s all the truth, new axioms being built from a foundation of old, with your affection for the other girl unquestionable—enough for a lifetime, you think, that every day the three of you spend time cuddling or watching a movie is a day in paradise. Yet when you ask about the color of your world with this new addition, it becomes obvious how incomplete that thought is, to what degree you were underestimating the effect of the past few weeks. Here was this naive girl, this sweet doll, to whom the world was a painting of only shades of soft vanilla white. Now, it is pink, candy sweet. Now, it is red, a fiery thing. Now it is the burning color of sunrise, on her cheeks, from her ears, in between her thighs, and shall the colors subside, you gladly will rise up tomorrow to bring more.

Here comes the clouds, their tears on Yeseo’s face, but they’re joy-filled, like rain while the sun shines hot on a summer day. As Yeseo rests on her knees, back against your chest, Mashiro draws upon Yeseo’s face with a kiss.

“How about this,” Mashiro says. She steals the girl from your lap, pulling her into her own lap and embracing her from behind. “You should go on a date with him. Remember where we went the first time?”

With Shiro gazing expectantly at you, you reply, “Yeah, the aquarium? I even got you a stuffed shark there, right? Then we ate crab and—”

“Yeah! Take Yeseo there, go on a cute date and make her melt. You two can make it official. And while you’re out, I can work myself into a mess and we can have the best possible first time. How does that sound, Yeseo?”

The toothy smile says it all.

The night falls, then another, as time slows. Gravity has changed. The anticipation for that Friday drags on, and the days are slow, sweet, long, tortuous. The three of you aren’t even fooling around anymore; hell, you and Mashiro haven’t… well, you still fucked three times last week, and nothing rough, but that’s easily half of the usual, if not less.

But this new dynamic is not unwelcome. It’s reminiscent of when you first started dating, before things became intense and adventurous. You cuddle in your bed under blankets and the moonlight and start to touch, caress, and feel each other’s warmth. Mashiro whispers sweet things to you like “I love you, you’re the best boyfriend in the world, you’re so good to me.” You run your fingers through her hair and over her neck.

Naked bodies pressed together, skin-to-skin, you can feel the warmth emanating from each other. She grinds against your leg, her wetness leaving a slick trail on your skin, and you grip her ass as she thrusts against you. Your shaft is hard and heavy on her stomach as you roll over her, Mashiro on her back and you on top of her. With the blanket covering you two, it’s like the space is a tent and you’re intrepid explorers discovering new continents, remapping unknown boddies. Your gazes become those of lovers finding hidden moons and suns in each other’s eyes.

Mashiro grabs your face and kisses you, hard, and you return the gesture with passion. She lets out a small squeak, and it’s a tiny noise in the still room under the cramped covers. You suck her bottom lip, nipping on it, before your tongues intertwine, causing her to moan softly into your mouth.

You break the kiss, and Mashiro whimpers, “Don’t stop, don’t stop kissing me.”

You lean back and say, “Shh, baby, I got you.” Your finger goes to her mouth and you pull on her bottom lip, drawing it down. Then you take that finger and run it down her body, from her mouth to her neck, then down to her breasts. Mashiro has a beautiful set of tits, and you love to see them bounce, jiggle, and move, and you circle her breasts with your finger, drawing lazy circles around them, but the way you love and touch her now is more than arousing; it’s intimate as you treat her body like an adoration to praise, worship, and cherish her.

She deserves you telling her as much, in as many words: “You are the most perfect, beautiful girl in the world. Your body, your love, you, your everything.”

Mashiro blushes at your words and closes her eyes, arching into you as your lips trail down to her chest. Soft, wet kisses leave trails along her skin, causing her to whimper and writhe beneath your touch. As your lips continue their journey downward, so too does your hand. Her legs spread willingly for you as your fingers hover over her folds, teasing and tracing circles around her dripping pink pussy. Your thumb rubs against the thin skin of her inner thigh before playfully dipping towards her entrance.

She’s soaking already, the sweet smell of her arousal filling your senses, and your pecks if like a map of the world plot a course down her body, her ribs and her hip bones like signposts. When your girlfriend squeals and tries to push your face away as you lower your head to its final destination, you grin—it’s like old times when she used to get shy and flustered in your presence. Using one hand to keep her pink labia spread and the other to hold her thighs in place, you finally lower your head to its final destination. Your tongue darts in her, kissing, lapping, probing, and, most of all, worshipping the insides of the cunt.

And the noises she makes are the sweetest little things in the world, little breaths and hums and keens and croaks that are only audible under the soft cocoon of blankets surrounding the two of you. Even though you’re alone in the room, she’s hesitant to be too loud; it doesn’t stop her from expressing her satisfaction. With one hand on her clit and the other gently caressing her backside, you delve deeper between her folds with your tongue, eliciting coos and sighs from Mashiro. You want every moment to be this moment—your woman lost in the isolated woods of her pleasure, no one else to hear the tree fall but you.

You yearn to look up at your lovely Shiro, to watch her unravel in bliss, but the blanket obstructs your view. Thankfully, she notices and removes it herself, possibly feeling overheated from being enclosed in such a small space. You’re grateful, because now the view of your beloved girlfriend is even better: her hair tousled from squirming around in bed and covering herself with the blanket, her face flushed, mouth open in a small “o.” Her hands roam over her breasts, alternating between gentle cupping them and rough pinching of her nipples. Your gaze settles on the aspect of the scene you most enjoy: the small bead of saliva escaping from the corner of her mouth, the shimmering trail it leaves as it rolls down her cheek.

Her eyes, how they sparkle in ecstasy from the love and affection you give her, filling your heart with a warmth that borders on painful. As much as you could stay here all night, then all day, until the moon rose again, Mashiro’s eyes connect with yours, quietly and meekly pleading, and you know it is your duty to proceed, before she crumbles on her own.

Your tongue retracts and you leave a soft kiss on her mound. You scoop her body into your strong arms, positioning yourself above her with your cock pressing against her stomach. Her face is so close to yours that you can feel every breath she takes. She wraps an arm around your back and draws you closer with a tug, hooking a leg around your torso.

This is the closest two people can get without actually being inside each other, yet your lips remain just out of reach. Mashiro’s gaze captures you, as it has since you first fell in love with her in college. There’s a brief moment where something unspoken passes between you both, and then her eyes close and your noses brush against each other. In the darkness of the night, with only the light of the stars shining through the window, the crescent moon appears in her smile.

“Hello there, dear,” Mashiro whispers.

Your heart is caught in your throat.

“I love you,” she says.

“I love you too, babe."For a few moments, your noses are the only points of contact, stretching into what feels like eternity. Then you realize she’s waiting for you.

"Kiss me,” she whispers, repeating the words over and over again, and you give in. Then you two kiss—it’s with an odd, powerful feeling, like you’re trying to stuff the world into each other’s mouths, breathing each other’s air, and the timing is right and perfect and good for the next stuffing of your length into her welcoming heat. Her lips and her legs tighten around you as you ease yourself in inch-by-inch.

Doesn’t take you long before you bottom out, her grippy thing sealed around the base. You wait a while before you begin moving, your hands beneath her head, on the nape of her neck. Watch how her face twists from pleasure, to frustration, to a longing. As though you’re both star-crossed lovers meeting at night and on the fly, she mounts you in a rush of anticipation and love and heat and she clings onto your shoulders like a lifeline. Your girlfriend’s more excited than she ever was, and her breath runs ragged, as though the weight of the world is upon her—or you upon her, pressing her into the bed.

You drink in her every little moan and squeal while she clenches your bicep in a firm grip and you’re on top of her and her legs split open to frame your hips. Thrusts into her like pistons in a steam engine, driving with force and energy, and so much power that the entire bed shakes around you two. All the while, you’re kissing everywhere your face can reach: neck, breasts, nipples, all over her flushed skin, all over her skin getting redder still—and Mashiro loves it all, from the deep passionate kisses to the gentle tickles that make her giggle uncontrollably.

It’s all so clumsy, like you don’t have the years between you to know how to work together; maybe it’s the nerves—like you’re teenagers in the back of your first car, almost getting caught; like you’re in your dirty college dorm, finding where the screw in your frame breaks and the mattress falls and you’re so horny you can’t find enough grip on the uneven sheets to get a proper grip. Or maybe it’s because it really is just like your first time: not the location, or the rhythm, or the surroundings, or even the way her breasts jiggle when you thrust with abandon, but the all-in desperation, of thanking the past for catching up, or thanking the future for promising to get even better.

Back then, the first time you slept with her, it was like learning an entirely new language—like you had to keep looking around as she pulled you in deeper, the walls of her snatch tugging on your cock, an alien sensation like a vacuum, her sex threatening to suck out your very soul despite the awkward inexperience.

Now, despite the awkward rhythm and the need to touch and kiss every which where, the way your bodies connect is smoother. More meaningful. Hotter.

She kisses your face and cups your cheeks and makes quiet promises under her breath, “I’m yours, I’m yours, oh, god, you’re fucking me, you're—ahh—so good, so big,” over and over. You love it, how much she tells you, her voice strained and high and keening and on the verge of tears. Your nails drag up the sides of her thighs and bring her into another embrace, arms around each other, tongues weaving. The more it goes, the less graceful you become, and the less coordinated you are, and the more you forget the sensations and rhythms, and your animal instincts go back to clawing and prodding and exploring and mating.

How many times have you done this? You’ve counted them at least, the things they do to your mind, the way your girlfriend looks at you in bed. Hundreds? Perhaps a little under a thousand, almost halfway through the past three years, each time more intimate and delicious than the last. You look into her dark- yes and become stunned in love, overcome with adoration, unable to bear it as her sweet pussy contracts on your throbbing length and you push her into the bed as you both slip over the edge of sweet release—you cum together, spurting into her wet embrace, gripping her closer than ever before, and still you hold her and hug her. She’s yours, and she will forever be yours, and that is why you and she still make love three times a week like newlyweds, content with the lazy nature of time.

And just like that, maybe, you can pretend like what’s coming up with Yeseo is a first encounter, an exploration in the same manner that sex with her unnie was, from some corner of her heart calling out desperately to be loved the same way as Mashiro had, to that young heart you both did your best to nurture and coax into blooming.

You’re standing in front of fish, alive and vibrant. Yeseo’s standing next to you, not even up to your shoulders, beaming up at you in a hoodie a bit too baggy for her small frame—it’s yours—actually, it’s Mashiro’s now that you think of it, so long ago when your girlfriend pulled it from your closet and decided she was keeping it. It used to make her small figure positively miniscule, same way Yeseo makes it swim on her. Her short shorts, however, are all hers, all that asscheek squishing out from under it, and you want to make it the floor’s instead.

Cute date. Cute date. You turn your attention back to fish, all these shimmering sea creatures swimming around in their tanks, the smell of saltwater pervasive. Lots and lots of little rainbow-colored fish behind big panes of glass and the vivid blue. You watch, and they don’t glance in your direction, which is probably a good thing because they’d see how embarrassingly nervous you are for a date; you’re certain you can’t handle this mix of sexual anticipation and cuteness overload for another minute. The air is dense, so sticky that you’re practically underwater yourself. You can tell Yeseo is thirsty, a touch uncomfortable, and so are you. Despite the wet air, your throat’s dry, all your senses tingling, every nerve electrified like sharp edges of lightning arcing through the thick atmosphere.

After buying her a bottle of soda (as she says thank you in the smallest voice), you take a sip, and it’s funny thinking that this is the closest you’ve been to kissing in a while. You sip, she sips, and this repeats back and forth until the bottle’s spent. It’s like you’re making out, in public, no less. You want to take your hand but she’s off to look at jellyfish.

This little nerd goes around oohing and ahhing at at every new species while you wonder when did she get this geeky, overtaking Mashiro of all people. You go into the penguin exhibit, and watching her shiver, you grab her slender hand and intertwine your fingers with hers before placing your two hands in your pocket for safe keeping. Yeseo tiptoes and presses her nose into your shoulder, sniffling.

“Are you cold?” you ask.

“No. Smells bad.”

“Oh.” You ruffle her hair with your free hand. The dye’s losing its saturation, though her still a brilliant tinted gray. “Good point. Say, aren’t you feeling hungry?”

Here’s the answer.

You’re sitting in front of fish. These ones are dead, and delicious. Yeseo’s sitting in front of you, eating guilt-free, committing grand larceny from your hand, all with a big smile. Unable to prosecute and in fact a perpetrator yourself (one count of corruption), you feed her, leave fingerprints of some red sauce on the corner of her mouth, and you wouldn’t mind licking her clean if there weren’t so many people around. She tongues at it herself, and visions of her licking other things pop into your head.

The visions disappear when she grins once again, wide, flashing her teeth. This isn’t the Yeseo you’ve built up to break down; this is the Yeseo you started with, a postulate, the unbendably true and innocent one, a girl who likes hugging you and her best friend, and nothing more, least of all getting involved with the filthy sex you two have.

The pendulum swings.

“You know you don’t have to use condoms, by the way. I know you bought a whole bunch, but… I wouldn’t mind raw… you know, I trust you.” All that is said without missing a beat, and you miss a few: blinks, breaths, words, choking on some oyster, and as she kindly hands you a napkin, she turns her head bashfully like nothing happened. “Tonight’s gonna be so special, I know it. I’m so glad we did this, Oppa, thank you.”

You smile, as warm as you can while your lungs are recovering.

In a park nearby, she’s the one who takes your hand, swinging it back and forth as the day’s bleeding amber into her skin, as her sweater becomes a blanket for her and her happiness. The dark thoughts push against the bright light of the girl, still fighting as you carry your Yeseo up a hill to catch the day fading away. On top of that hill, you kiss Yeseo like it’s the first time and tell her you love her, and you hope that’s enough because she deserves every part of the world below this hill, and so above.

As above, so below. The night falls. If the nights then slowed, this one has halted completely. The stopped night falls and the curse of darkness is a biblical thing because it will return you to dust from which you were made, back to where you started. These are the end times.

You’re making out with Mashiro in your lap, and she has indeed worked herself into an apocalyptic mess for you. Her legs are wrapped around you, between her thighs as a wet spot like the flood, her hands squeeze your nape where your hairs raise, and god, you missed her kissing like her next breath must be in your lungs.

Yeseo, judge of the soul, eyes you down in the periphery of your vision—back to where you started.

The night falls, and it’s a biblical curse of darkness upon the land because no good can come of it. There is an unshakable heaviness in the bedroom, like gravity has suddenly intensified. You’re sitting on the bed with Mashiro in your lap and Yeseo nearby, her posture a mix of alertness and contemplation. You kiss Mashiro passionately, caress her body, run your fingers through her hair, and grasp her hips tightly to make her feel desired and needed.

Then Yeseo slinks over and wraps her arms around you from behind, pressing her cheek against yours and biting her lip while emitting a small moan. It’s clear that she’s uncertain about how to act in this situation. She hesitates before leaning forward and gently kissing your neck, causing your whole body to shiver.

What a stark contrast—the intentions and their effects. Your body acts on its own accord while your mind struggles to make sense of the conflicting emotions. But your arm instinctively wraps around Yeseo, as if it knows what to do.

Mashiro finally pulls away, understanding the situation, and there’s a diamond in her eyes. “Go for it,” she whispers.

Yeseo and you are two parts of an incomplete whole, and you sum with your lips, and multiply in moans. The bed squeaks, the sheets shift, and that which does not move becomes stiller than ever. Yeseo starts to grind against you, matching your movements. From the corner of your eye, you see her squeezing her eyes shut, drooling slightly onto your shoulder. When she opens them, they flash between desire, fear, longing, and confusion as she looks to Mashiro for guidance.

Your hand gently strokes her hair to soothe her, while Mashiro leans closer and tenderly kisses Yeseo’s forehead. “What do you want to do next, Yeseo-yah?” Mashiro asks.

“I… I don’t know what I want. I just want him inside me.”

You smile adoringly at Yeseo and brush her hair away from her face. “I can make that happen for you.”

“R-really? Aren’t we supposed to do more…things first? Like…you know…” Yeseo stammers. “I can suck you clean again, or we can…”

“I think you’ve waited long enough, princess,” you say.

Yeseo shudders. “Oh. God… just fuck me.”

Mashiro’s lips brush against Yeseo’s forehead with tender affection, the warmth of their embrace palpable. As she moves down to her lips, their kiss deepens and they both lose themselves in the moment. You move behind the pair, pulling Yeseo’s jeans down; she squirms in your forceful grasp. Mashiro moves to the side of the bed as you lay Yeseo on her back. As you throw her pants to the corner of the room, you spread kisses where they must go—along the inside of her thigh to her knee, back to the joint of her torso and her hip, your tongue grazing the skin above her panties. She does nothing to hide her arousal, vocal, flushed, all-in-all unrefined perfection.

Your teeth clasp on the fabric of her soaked panties, and you pull the clothes down, her hips bucking in hurry. Without breaking eye contact, you discard her last items of clothing, and rest your face atop her dripping pussy. Yeseo cries out, arching up in the instant your mouth meets her pussy, bucking against you to bring you closer.

At first, you take it slow and gentle, savoring every delicate motion that sets Yeseo off into a frenzy. But as her begging becomes more urgent, you give into her desires and increase the intensity of your ministrations. Kang Yeseo is like a leaking faucet, spilling out her lust onto your tongue and down her thighs until even the sheets beneath them are moist.

With practiced ease, you add a few fingers into the mix, skillfully bringing Yeseo closer and closer to climax with each thrust. And when she finally reaches the peak of pleasure—marked by a simple count to ten and a swipe of the letter Y—she lets out a primal scream of pure bliss. Her body writhes against yours, her fingers clutching the pillow beneath her head as she surrenders fully to the overwhelming pleasure.

“O-oh, oh god… yes,” she chokes out. “Oh god. Fuck, fuck.”

Mashiro has gotten naked during this, has started fondling herself, excited at her friend’s exhibition. Yeseo only has eyes for you, though, and takes your head between her hands to bring you over and mash your faces together again. She tastes her own lust on your lips, her own pussy juices evidence of your hard work, kissing you and begging you to make love to her.

Mashiro approaches, drawn to the scene before her. Is she motivated by genuine concern for Yeseo’s well-being or is it a voyeuristic desire to witness your lovemaking? As she presses up against you, her delicate hands reaching for your throbbing shaft, it becomes evident that it is the latter.

With a flick of a switch in her mind, Mashiro sheds all inhibitions and eagerly guides your member inside Yeseo’s waiting heat. Slip into Yeseo’s tightness, every centimeter a kilometer. Her small but eager pussy lips tightly compress around your tip, sending shivers down your spine. You close your eyes and can almost feel Yeseo’s own eyes shut in bliss, while you can only imagine the hungry gaze of Mashiro fixed upon you both.

Her weight barely registering on your body, Yeseo digs her fingertips into your shoulders as she pleads, “Please… be gentle.” It takes you back to when you first started dating Mashiro, and you reward Yeseo’s trust with long, slow strokes that gradually stretch her open. She lets out encouraging mewls mixed with a single tear rolling down her flushed cheek. With each thrust, her pain gives way to gratitude and pleasure. From behind you, Mashiro’s eyes lock onto yours with a mischievous glint.

As expected, she revels in Yeseo’s discomfort—perhaps with a touch of wicked empathy or even a hint of jealousy at not being able to experience this first time herself. It’s clear that with Mashiro’s provocations, this will be anything but romantic and sweet. Your lips meet hers in a heated kiss as you pull back slightly before thrusting into Yeseo again. “You’re doing so good, Daddy,” Mashiro whispers breathlessly. It’s not often she calls you that, but right now it feels fitting. “How does she feel?”

You respond with another searing kiss before murmuring, “Just like you did. Maybe even wetter.”

“Oh yeah? You should fuck her harder to prove it then.” Mashiro’s full lips curve upwards into a satisfied smile as she watches you, her focus shifting to the girl writhing beneath you. You can feel the change in Yeseo, her body language shifting and telling you that she is reaching her threshold for pain. But her desire for that elusive orgasm is still strong.

As your hips continue to thrust into her, filling her holes with your thick cock, you sense the pain radiating from her body. But Yeseo is too caught up in the pleasure to call it off or complain. Each time your hips collide against hers, she breathes out “oh fuck” in ragged gasps.

The pace quickens, the intensity of your movements increasing with each passing second. The bed creaks and groans under the weight of your bodies as you both crave more and more. Your grip tightens on Yeseo’s hips as you lift her ass into the air, pushing her body to its limits.

In an instant, everything changes. Yeseo’s screams now come not from pain, but from overwhelming pleasure as you reach deeper inside her. Tears cloud her eyes and she cries out for “Daddy,” shocking even herself with the pet name that escapes her lips. But hearing her say it only adds to your arousal.

You feel Mashiro’s hand move down to Yeseo’s clit, aggressively rubbing and stimulating her even further. Her words only add fuel to the fire, driving you both towards pure ecstasy. “You like that,” Mashiro taunts, “You like Daddy’s cock? Like how his giant fucking cock feels buried so deep in your virgin pussy?”

Yeseo grits her teeth and nods, barely able to form words through her pleasure-filled haze. “I do… please.”

“You’re a slut for my man’s cock,” Mashiro continues, causing a primal growl to escape your own throat in response. Your body moves on instinct, driven by a primal desire for pleasure and dominance.“Such a slut for Daddy’s cock, aren’t you?”

“Yeeees…”

“You’re gonna get addicted to this, hooked on cock, fucking you, and you’re going to wanna cum all the time, Daddy’s naughty princess, aren’t you?”

“Aaah, ahh… fuck, yes, I love your cock, love Daddy’s fat cock, aahn, aaah, don’t stop, fuck me, fucking fuck me, fuck me like you fuck Unnie.”

You love watching Yeseo’s face as she gets pounded. The way her mouth hangs open, tongue hanging out, panting like a dog, eyes rolling back, lids fluttering, all in such a adorable package. However, you’ve been craving something else: that pert ass of hers. You unsheathe Yeseo’s pussy to a line of girl cum, then flip her and scoot her towards you until her round rear is against your pelvis, and resume fucking her pronebone.

Yeseo screams into the sheets, Mashiro’s fingers buried in her mouth to show her the taste of her lust.

“You gonna be a good girl, aren’t you?” Mashiro asks, earning Yeseo’s moan in approval on her digits. “Good. That’s my cock, mine, and the only way you’re getting to feel it is by being a good girl and letting him cum inside you, let him coat your pussy with Daddy’s cum. Make Daddy proud, you hear me?”

When Mashiro pulls back, Yeseo speaks: “Yes, yes, breed me, cum in my pussy, make me a woman, I wanna be a woman, a woman who cums on Daddy’s cock, a woman who cums from getting fucked.”

Her ass jiggles in the prettiest way. Whether through the excitement or fear of having a pregnant belly at only eighteen, her thighs are shaking. Her entrance clenches tightly around your girth and milks your orgasm from you, and it’s like you’ve become her baby maker and nothing more.

You wrap your arms around her. “You sure you wanna get bred, princess? You want my seed, every drop, to make you mine? You want to be an adult, that what you want?”

She struggles under you, her wet pussy giving way to your penis. “Yes. Yes! Fuck me, please, Daddy. Please.”

Those are your last words for a while, that plea. Her asscheeks give way to your  fingers, slipping to the puckered hole of her anus. You know she’s been practicing with that hole, plunging dildos up her butt, training for Daddy’s cock. Mashiro takes your hand, offering to lubricate, and before you know it her saliva seeps through your digits. With that, a pointer finger hooks inside Yeseo easily, earning a happy squeak, a bit of cock-drunk laughter at being doubly penetrated.

Anal wasn’t something you and Mashiro tried during your first encounter, but you very well are familiar with the act, an intrinsic fact about Mashiro that few others know. Her ass has come to be both of your preferred mode of orgasmic expression, your cum leaving a filthy pool in her asshole. Now Yeseo’s about to find out why. Her anus offers the final tightest barrier for your probing finger, slipping inside the dirty hole. In and out a half dozen times, Yeseo soon adapts, and Mashiro—being on the other side of Yeseo and facing you—makes a show of kissing her neck and palming her small breasts. Yeseo bucks back on your digit and cock, the clench of her two insides holding you tight and in love.

You’re so lucky that your girlfriend holds no jealousy to speak of—at least not in her sex life—as Yeseo cums hard around your invading cock. Her body clenches at the multiple parts of her that you’ve stuffed, keeping you held firmly inside. Like a chain reaction, your orgasm is triggered, pulled in forcefully. One two pumps is all it takes, her virgin pussy a divine void, and after that first one you lose count of your inseminating shots. Her womb is full of you, thickened, and your finger pumps with equal force in her ass. Yeseo is mumbling into the mattress, a long nonsensical string of begging and pleading that only end once you’re out of her, she can feel your seed inside of her, once the bliss of the last few minutes leave.

Yeseo is your fucking whore.

After cumming her brains out, the tired slut in her sleepily tumbles off. You’re not done. Seeing that creampie leak out of her well-fucked cunt, nope, you’re not nearly finished. Right now there’s a much sluttier hole available to you.

Yeseo rests her head against Mashiro’s soft chest, passing out as her friend embraces her.

“Shiro. Marshmellow. I’m really going to ask this with all my self-control, but is it okay if I fuck her ass. She’s very tempting.”

Your precious petal gives the brightest smile, you know, when she’s so uninhibited like this, free to her own wicked whims. Mashiro kisses Yeseo’s sleeping forehead, before looking back to you. “Aww, baby, but she looks so adorable sleeping yeah fucking do it. Fuck the shit out of her.”

With a peck, you accept her permission. You spread the winking hole open with two fingers, then collect some of the leaking seed from Yeseo’s pussy and wipe it on the entrance. Then, the lube: Mashiro with a diligent mouth, and soon a dew of her spit onto your cock for Yeseo’s ass.

As you rest your wettened cockhead against Yeseo’s anus, it spasms slightly, involuntarily, puckering further against your assault. Suddenly her eyes shoot open, her back arching.

“Good dream,” she moans, and as you’ve learned, it is possible to fuck cutely. Because that’s the Yeseo on Mashiro’s chest now: cute. “I was… a bad girl, I let Daddy use all my holes, aahn.”

“He’s ready for more of you, Yeseo-yah.” Mashiro whispers.

“Wha…” Yeseo is still in a stupor from her slumber, and so the shock is clearly visceral and uncomfortable as you enter her ass. Even lubed up it takes more effort to break her innermost seal as it stretches around your tip and clings to the millimeter she lets you go in. As she gets filled with your cock again, it doesn’t matter how she had previously reacted to the rough pounding you gave her pussy. Your hand grabs her arm and keeps it in place as the half inch meets an end in the resistance of her anus’ unwilling submission to your fucking. But she begins to thrust herself back on you slightly, and that helps, relaxing the walls that inveighed against your penetration. Soon you make another centimeter of progress, a centimeter closer to fully lodging your cock inside her.

The penetration is slow as time itself, but for a curious reason: in this single instance, both you and Yeseo want the process to take as long as possible, for this moment to stretch even beyond how fucking long you’re taking to actually penetrating her. The lewdness is so beyond what the both of you are familiar with, your plunging cock filling her most intimate spot is perhaps the dirtiest deed imaginable, filthy and nasty and deliciously so.

Yet, she’s still fucking cute—cutely fucking, when she looks back to you, meets your loving gaze, a pout on her lips, and a fluttering opening of her mouth. She eyes you with an innocence that has long since left her presence here and now. Of all the girls you’ve fucked before and this night, none have the spark of natural sexual goodness that Yeseo possesses. Before it was pretty fucking adorable, the eager virgin desperate for attention, desperate for an anal orgasm. Now it’s not just arousing, it’s something deeper: beautiful. And she wants you to share in her beauty.

“M-more.” It’s a scant whisper, her throat dry with anticipation. More than enough. You pull on Yeseo’s hair and throw her head back, exposing more of her slim neck, to drive your cock with more force into her unbroken depths. Harder now, in: two more inches penetrate her, yet no outward journey is permitted, something else which you’ve prevented as you continue your rhythm. Your other hand trails down from her back to her ass, where your fingers lay, kneading the cheeks apart to admire your conquest. Yeseo is being taken, wholly owned. She’s yours, belonging only to your pleasure and only to your pleasure alone, to feel the pleasure of this moment together.

You pull a fistful of her hair now, drawing her ear close enough to your mouth to bite gently on the lobe, to send a shock of exhilaration through her skinny frame. “You’re a filthy fucking anal whore, Yeseo. I’m going to fuck the creampie out of this asshole. Just know I own you, and you need a real man inside of you. Say it.”

Yeseo purrs. “Nnn, nngh. Nn, yesss, Daddy, you own my hole, you own all my holes, your slut, just want your cock always in me, fuck my fuck, oh, ohyes, godd, do it, please!”

Again you claim this sweet sin, and push on through to the end of her depths, till you’re bottomed out in her ass. Yeseo wiggles ineffectively, fruitlessly, letting you work her anus on your girth.

“How does it feel, baby girl?” Mashiro asks, and you begin to draw your cock slowly. Yeseo howls and squeezes your member, her anus unable to take the stretch any more, yet unwilling to let it go. It takes the weight of a greater instinct for her to move her hips away from you. You help pull back, but it’s equally mind-agonizing, mind-numbing, but eventually you come out cleanly.

Through gasping breaths, Yeseo says, “C-can I ride it instead? That, that was too much.”

Mashiro giggles, nods. “Daddy can lie down for you, sweetie. Lay him out and sit your pretty little butt on him.”

You lean against the headrest and spread out your legs, giving Yeseo free range to work your cock. Much quicker now she takes your cock inside, sinking down on the cock to an easy half. Then, Yeseo relaxes and soon her ass claps against your pelvis, earning a moan from you both.

“Wow, you’re a natural.” Mashiro says.

“Yeah, oh, fuck, I practiced, this position, oh, mmhm. On, haaa, on a toy. Wow.”

“But, the real thing’s better.” When Mashiro starts touching Yeseo’s clit, even more globs of semen leave her cunt.

Yeseo just nods to that, her eyes meeting the lord in her head, her mouth dangling open. “Mhmm, so big, s-so hard, and, umph, and, haahh.”

You quickly ascertain that while Yeseo is certainly practiced in her riding, she is no match for Mashiro’s experience. Here, you don’t mind—the grip of her warm and willing walls wrapping around your cock, her pussy clamping at air in response. Your mouth, open and hungry, is captured by Mashiro, french-kissing you. She’s a warm, comfortable presence beside you, watching you watch the pornographic scene of the inexperienced girl fucking herself like a needy anal whore. Yeseo, from her expression, is obviously getting the hang of it: her fucking is getting faster, the cock that enters her quickly leaving in rapid pace, her pleasure quickening in its growth. Yeseo bucks up, slips down, trying to give you as much pleasure as possible

Insofar as Yeseo can find purchase in her brain-melting daze, she’s cumming so very quickly and so damn hard. Yeseo is so tightly gripped at your cock you can only imagine the spasms she must be going through. For your troubles, she sprays juice all over your abdomen. As if from the deepest part of her orgasm, her last shreds of coherence, an almost non-fathomable concept, give way to a smile, to a laugh. She collapses on top of you, her cheek against your chest.

“I’m… Daddy’s…”

“Cum dump.” You sit up, wrapping your arm around her back. “I’m not done with you, not until I’ve left my cum in your asshole.”

She nods. “I’m your slut, Daddy.”

You take Yeseo from the bed, and carry her over to the side, bending her over the nightstand, holding her neck and keeping her pressed against the wood. Her small hands reach behind her, taking hold of your shaft and guiding you into her anus. A single thrust is enough to seat her all the way to the hilt, and it doesn’t take long before you’re pistoning into her, her ass jiggling.

Mashiro’s got her hand buried in Yeseo’s hair, pushing her down harder against the wooden surface. She’s a beautiful girl, your girlfriend, her pussy soaked from watching you use this other girl. “Make a mess for Daddy,” she says. “Cum around his cock, milk that cum out like you deserve.”

With Yeseo bent over like this, it’s a tight fit for the both of you. But you rail the woman. No mercy. All the restraint you had when taking the virginity of either hole is gone now, nothing but raw need and animal instinct driving the motion. The wet smack of your balls against her pussy, the squeaks of her own need, the sounds of the room fill you, fill her, fill Mashiro, and there’s no stopping you from taking Yeseo’s ass like you mean it.

It’s all Yeseo can do to hold onto the edge of the nightstand for dear life. For good measure, Mashiro spanks the slut. The slut loves it. She’s basically humping the furniture now, trying to get any kind of friction on her clit, any kind of sensation to heighten her pleasure.

In this moment, the world could be falling apart around you, but you wouldn’t care. You just want to keep pounding away at this beautiful woman’s ass. Your hands grip her hips, and you thrust inside as far as you can.

Yeseo’s breath catches as she feels her ass clench around the base of your cock. Her face is one of pure ecstasy, her mouth forming a perfect O shape.

“Oh fuck, oh god, aaaah,” Yeseo cries out. “I’m gonna cum, fuck, Daddy, I’m cumming!”

You don’t announce it as loudly, just a sharp groan, solid grip of her hips, pulling her down onto your cock where balls-deep you unload into her. Your second climax is no less powerful than the first, shooting rope after thick rope of hot cum into Yeseo’s asshole. You can feel it twitching around you, like Yeseo’s trying to milk every last drop out of your cock. She’s gasping for air, her body shaking. Mashiro kisses her neck and shoulder to soothe her.

You pull out slowly, letting her feel the loss of your cock. A glob of semen slips out of her gaping asshole, a strand of cream down her lithe legs.

Finally, you’re spent, the well of your lust and energy dry, the strength of your legs gone, the strength of your arms gone, the strength of your mind gone. The energy to do anything more than lay in bed is beyond you now.

Yeseo can’t even do much of that, and you have to help carry her to the bed, where the three of you lie.

“Fuck. Is it… usually that much?” Yeseo asks, her fingers sliding between her thighs, feeling her sticky hole and slit.

Mashiro giggles. “No. Not by a long shot.”

“You’re so fucking tight Yeseo-yah, of course you’d get filled up so much.”

“But, is this, like, how it is? Like, I’m gonna feel it for days?”

“It’s not too bad, after a while. But yeah, you’ll definitely be sore. I think I still am.”

“Okay, Daddy.” Yeseo leans into you, resting her head on your chest. On your other side, Mashiro joins in too. Yeseo sighs.“It was really, really good. I… I knew it would be, but I had no idea. You were so gentle at first, and then so rough, like I needed it.”

“Well, I’m glad,” Mashiro says. “And don’t worry. It gets better every time.”

“Really?”

“Mhm. You’ve got a long way to go, Yeseo-yah, if you wanna get as good as Unnie.”

“You’re a good fuck,” you tell Yeseo. “You’ve got talent, Yeseo-yah.”

She giggles. “Thanks, Daddy.”

Mashiro looks at you, smiling, and kisses your cheek. “So what do you think, Daddy? You okay with this being a regular thing?”

“I… yeah. I can deal.”

“Good. Because next time, you’re fucking us both. Together.”

Better Things ft. Karina, Ningning

Ningning is a doormat.

Ningning is your girlfriend.

Ningning is some girl who lives with you and if she were your girlfriend, you probably would have had sex with her before a dozen other women. If she were your girlfriend, you probably wouldn’t have had sex with those women. If she weren’t a doormat, she would have left when she caught you in bed with another girl the first time. Would have left when you made her watch the seventh time. Would have left after she ate your creampie out of some random girl you just met at a club. That’s why you can’t even bring yourself to feel guilty about taking advantage of her.

Well, that, and new pussy’s better than guilt.

But to say better implies some level of good. It’s fine. You’re exhausted. Exhausted from work. Exhausted from dealing with people. You’re so exhausted, yet Ningning greets you in the doorway with open arms and a warm hug like she has the energy in the world. Like you’ve ever given her an ounce of that energy back. She’s wearing a red tank top that shows off her cleavage and short shorts that cling to her toned legs. That could’ve worked before, could’ve made you carry her straight to the bedroom.

The doormat must have waited where the doormat belonged, all day, as it tightens its embrace.

Ningning releases you and gives you a chaste kiss on the cheek. The sweetest smile on her face. Eyes like your next words are precious gold. “Welcome home, babe.”

Could’ve made you feel warm inside. You have no gold left to give. “Work was shit.”

“I’m sorry,” Ningning responds. “You seem stressed.” She leans in for another kiss, trying to comfort and soothe you with her affection. Give Ningning an inch or six or seven, and she’ll take 26 miles. You don’t have the energy for a marathon.

You pull away. “I’m tired,” you say dismissively, already making your way to the couch without acknowledging her further.

Ningning pouts. “Right. Of course. Go rest on the couch. I’ll get you a drink.”

She returns with a glass of water, but you wish it were something stronger as she settles in beside you on the couch. “You’re really are tense, babe,” she says with concern, running her hands over your shoulders and neck. “I… I could help. Daddy.”

Your pet name sounds forced, calculated out of her mouth. It has been too long since you’ve truly desired or pleasured Ningning, and she makes sure you’re aware of it every time she tries to initiate intimacy with you. And even when she does manage to catch your attention, it’s only because other women have used her as an unwilling participant in their own sexual encounters with you.

So when she begs and pleads with you now, it’s easy to brush off her advances and ignore her kisses. But as she continues to whisper promises and titles like “Take your stress out on me” and “Daddy’s good girl,” a dark idea begins to form in your mind.

Suddenly, Ningning’s hand slips down to stroke you through your trousers and her lips attach themselves to your neck like a leech. She must sense the shift in your demeanor because she becomes more desperate and persistent in her seduction.

You remain silent, mulling over her offer. Suddenly, Ningning’s grip tightens on your bulge and she exclaims “Daddy! See? You’re getting hard already. That means I can use me now, right? Please, I’ll be so good for you.”

The rush getting to your head makes you reply in earnest for the first time. “You’re right.”

Ningning gasps softly, her lips forming a grin. “I-I am?”

“Yep. I need a good fuck.”

Her hand slips from your pants as she springs up, jubilant and bouncing with excitement. “Yes! You deserve it,” she exclaims, her eyes shining with glee. “How do you want me? Which hole do you want to jerk off with? To dump your cum into?”

You pull out your phone.

Instantly, her joy turns to disappointment as she realizes what this means. “Daddy…why? But…but why?”

You open Tinder and show her all the matches you have.

“No.” She pouts, her face genuinely forlorn. “No, please, no, Daddy, I’ll do anything. Not another random whore. I’ve been so good, I did such a good job getting you hard. Why do these sluts get your cock?”

“You barely did shit. You’re not good, you’re just desperate.”

“Please!” She’s back to clinging to your arm, back to giving you desperate pecks on your cheek and wherever she can peck, but you don’t let her kiss your lips, turning your face away. “Kiss me, use me, anything! What do I have to do? Stroke your cock faster? Gag on your big Daddy dick? Be your personal porn star all day? Please, tell me, I, I need you so bad.”

Your gaze vacillates between her and your phone.

“Your cum, I need it. I need you to stretch me out. Daddy, I need you to grope me, throw me around, force your dick down my throat, anything, please, I need you! Please, use your bitch.”

You have made your decision. “Maybe later. After I hook up with a hotter girl. You can have seconds.”

She has to hold back a tear, shuddering, trembling in frustration. “Later?”

You nod and look down at her, sternly.

“Okay. Yes. Of course, yes, Daddy, you need to… feel good after, after a stressful day. Seeing you happy is more important, and I’m not doing a good enough job.”

“You’re not.”

She swallows hard. “Yeah. So if one of those sluts can make you feel better than me… I suppose I can wait my turn.” The kisses that punctuate each of her words, that travel to wherever you allow them, slow down. She has left marks and saliva all over you.

“Are you done?” You hold up your phone. “If you want me to use you sooner, then I’ll have to find someone sooner, right?”

“Yes, I understand.” She sits up, her hands clasped together demurely. “Wait. But, you’re still hard.”

“And?”

“May I suck you, Daddy?” she asks.

You shake your head. “I’ve got better things to do with my time than you.”

Ningning begs with her eyes, pouting and pleading. “I know, I know. I’m just a useless needy slut who can’t satisfy you… but at least I can warm your cock with my mouth. Right? I’ll keep quiet while servicing your cock and you can keep swiping on Tinder.”

You lean back in thought.

“You know I can be a good cock warmer for you. If that’s all I’m good for… please?”

You examine her face—adorable and needy—her lips twitching as if she’s about to burst into tears. She is right. Those very lips are heavenly wrapped around your shaft, sipping and slurping on your cockhead. “Fine,” you say.

“Yay!” she celebrates. “Thank you, oh my god, thank you, Daddy.” She gives you one last kiss on the lips before going to her place. On her knees, between your legs, in front of the couch. It’d only be more appropriate with your feet on her.

Your focus remains on your phone as you begin searching for a hot girl to hook up with.

“It’s been so long since I tasted your—”

“I thought this was for my pleasure,” you say. Hearing her speak instead of feeling her mouth on your cock annoys you.

“Sorry. You’re right. This is for you. Doesn’t matter what I want.” She unbuckles your belt and pulls down your trousers.

You nod as you return your attention to the phone screen. You’ve been picky with the girls you swipe for, but this time, you’re looking for anyone with a hot face and nice tits. While your girlfriend is certainly cute, she doesn’t exactly fulfill those criteria, especially not now. Especially not tits.

Ningning presses her face against your underwear and takes a long whiff, a smile growing. She runs her tongue on your boxers, marking them with some saliva; its dampness seeps through the fabric.

Grabbing her hair, you say, “Dumb bitch, begging for scraps, did I ask you to do that?” You yank, causing her to wince in pain.

“Ow, n-no. I’m sorry, Daddy.” After looking into her eyes for a few seconds, you let go of her hair, then Ningning immediately frees your cock. She’s mesmerized as if she’s never seen it before, and you find the target of her attention: the leaking pre-cum. She can’t help herself from giving your tip a kiss. “Okay, you can keep swiping,” she says. “I’ll make you feel so good while you find a tight hole to use.”

You don’t respond, instead doing just as stated. Left, left, left, left, left. It’s looking like one of those evenings. The only plus side is the simple sensation of pleasure as Ningning suckles slowly like a lollipop.

“Do my lips feel good? Is it nice having your pet warm your cock while you find prettier whores?” Truthfully, if there’s one thing Ningning is expert at, it’s sending shivers through your body with her mouth. She explores every inch of your cock with her tongue, skillfully tracing along the ridges and then sliding back down to your shaft.

Finally, you find a few pretty girls here and there. It’s still many more left swipes than right, but most of the women you swipe match immediately. However, you lose interest in most quickly.

“Ah, I, I luhhv, this, cah…” In between Ningning talking with a mouthful, you relish in the sounds of quiet sucking. It distracts you from your ankle-shallow conversations, the dumb pickup lines, the straightforward advances.

You’re tempted to grab her hair again and shove her lips down the base until she chokes and gags, but then Tinder would’ve been a waste of time anyway.

With her lips so diligently latched to your shaft, Ningning starts to drool. You give her one glance, and she immediately starts to lick your shaft clean. “I love cleaning your cock. That’s all I’m good for, I know. I love being on my knees for you, having your perfect dick in my mouth, looking up at you and seeing your lust… e-even if it’s for other girls.” A hint of sadness in her voice. But even as she knows she will never be enough for you, she finds pleasure in submitting to your desires and being on her knees for you. And despite her words, her actions show that she loves it just as much as you do—if not more.

The lazy blowjob continues for some time, your erection carefully nurtured by Ningning’s lips. You finally find the match you’re looking for, the hottest girl you’ve ever seen in your life. Karina, 23. Every picture hardens your dick more than anything this cockwarmer toy of a woman can do. Whether it’s a casual crop top or an elegant low-cut black dress, her ample cleavage leaves little to the imagination. Karina was the one for tonight. Your conversation with her quickly becomes sexual, which becomes an invite to your place.

Ningning notices your smile. “Did you get a match?” she asks gleefully. “Did you find a new pretty whore to break?” Her lips are more active on your shaft now, gliding up and down with renewed enthusiasm.

“Yep.”

“Ahh.” She releases your shaft, sticking out her tongue as saliva bridges from her bottom lip to your tip. With puppy dog eyes, she looks up at you and timidly asks, “I-is she prettier than me?”

“Duh.” You show her Karina’s pictures. “She has bigger tits too.”

Ningning looks down. “That’s great, Daddy,” she says quietly. She perks herself up by kissing your dick. “I’m glad you found a better whore to fuck. When will she be here?”

“In a few hours.”

“Okay, Daddy. I’ll take care of this cock. I’ll keep it nice and warm and wet. You can just relax until she arrives. ” She returns to her duty, her lips a pillowy cushion, and she sucks with no complaint.

You idly browse your phone while Ningning keeps her lips sealed around your shaft like it’s the most precious thing in the world. When you get up for snacks, she follows you around the house, never letting go of your cock for fear of losing it forever. Returning to the couch, you lie down and watch some shows while Ningning remains on her knees, expertly sucking away.

It’s not until you receive the text that Karina is on her way that you finally pull a half-asleep Ningning off of your dick. You quickly gather yourself and prepare for Karina’s arrival.

The doorbell rings. You answer the door. Your jaw practically drops to the floor when you open the door. Karina stands before you, clad in a tight pink tube top that shows off the toned shape of her midriff and accentuates the weightiness of her ample breasts. So much skin on display that you hardly know where to look first. A tantalizing hint of vanilla fills the air, adding to the already-charged atmosphere.

“Hello, handsome,” she purrs, her voice naturally sultry. She leans in for a kiss before even stepping inside.

The kiss lingers longer than expected, your tongues dancing with a hint of alcohol, perhaps wine. Her hands find their way to your shoulders while yours rest on her waist, reveling in the softness of her smooth skin. Eventually, you release each other from the passionate embrace. “Wow. Hello, Karina. You look absolutely stunning.”

“Aw, thank you.”

You invite her inside. “Make yourself comfortable.”

“I’m glad we matched so quick. Your pics were such a tease.” Karina pokes you in the chest.

“And I’m glad you accepted my invite,” you reply with a grin.

She giggles. “How could I say no? Straight to the point. And trust me, I could definitely blow off some steam today.” Karina scans the living room, then freezes when she notices Ningning sitting there.

You bury your face in your hands; you completely forgot about her.

“Who’s that?” Karina asks with an arched eyebrow. “You didn’t mention anyone else joining us.”

Ningning speaks up: “I’m Dad—”

“She’s nobody,” you say.

Karina laughs, her gaze lingering on Ningning’s figure. “Nobody? Really?” She turns back to you with an impish grin. “Well, she’s quite gorgeous. Maybe she could join us and make things even more fun?”

Ningning practically bounces in her seat. “That would be amazing! Can I please join, Daddy?”

Karina runs her hand down your chest, causing you to catch your breath. “So she calls you ‘Daddy’, huh? That’s interesting.” Her eyes flicker over Ningning before returning to you with an impish glint. “Well then… what do you say… 'Daddy’?”

Hearing the pet name spoken by Karina in such a seductive tone sends a shiver down your spine, and you release a quick exhale. “Just you and me. All night long.”

“Ooh, when you put it like that…” Karina trails off with a smirk. “You better not disappoint.” She wraps her arm around your neck and goes in for a deep kiss, your lips locked together as your tongues swirl in each other’s mouths. At this moment, it’s easy for you to forget about your own girlfriend waiting in the living room, stumbling inside while still entwined with Karina.

“Daddy, p-please, I’ll behave,” Ningning stutters out from behind you. “I can make you feel good too. I promise, I’ll be a good girl.”

Karina’s lips part from yours with a soft moan, and the sound thrums through your body like a sweet melody. More than anything else, you want to hear the notes of those moans louder and harder and over and over again. Karina catches sight of Ningning watching them from the corner of her eye and chuckles playfully. “Oh, honey, look at that face. She looks like she’s about to cry.”

“Ignore her.”

Karina smirks—a deadly thing. “Ignore her, huh? Sure.” She gives you one last lingering kiss before breaking away with a satisfied sigh. “Now show me where your bathroom is so I can freshen up.”

You lead the way, but before you can show Karina into the bathroom, you get distracted by the creamy skin of her neck and begin kissing it fervently. Your kisses trail back up to her lips, and once again your tongues dance together. You’ve kissed Karina more in the past few minutes than you have your girlfriend in a long time.

Karina shudders when you pull away. “Ffuck, this is gonna be an incredible night, huh?” She runs a hand through your hair before giving you a sly smile. “You’re such a good kisser. No wonder you have her wrapped around your finger… say, what’s her name?”

“Doesn’t matter. Just think of her like my house pet.”

Karina’s teeth sink into her bottom lip. “Damn. Okay,” she says, nodding, “get comfy in your bedroom, babe. I’ll be ready in just a moment.”

You nod and watch as Karina disappears into the bathroom. When you head back to the living room, you find Ningning quietly sobbing to herself.

Holding her chin with a firm and unyielding grip, you force Ningning to look at you, and her eyes widen in fear. “What the fuck?”

“Wh-what?” Ningning sniffles.

Giving her cheek a few light slaps, you scowl at her. “Don’t 'what’ me, or give me those puppy dog eyes. Why the fuck are you still here?”

“I-I, I’m sorry,” Ningning stammers through her sobs. “I don’t know… I thought maybe I could join in or take care of you afterwards or…”

Echoes of a crack, you land a harder slap on her cheek, leaving a red mark behind. “I am not fucking you!” you snap. “Do you really think I would waste my time with someone like you when I have a goddess like Karina in my home?” You let out a heavy sigh. “What am I going to do with you?”

Ningning avoids making eye contact as she apologizes once again.

“Fine,” you say, standing up. “Follow me to my room.”

“Really?”

“Just do as I say.”

You sit down on the edge of your bed and point to the floor in front of you, a spot that is all too familiar for Ningning. She obeys without question, kneeling by your crotch as you tug down your pants and underwear to reveal your soft cock. You then yank Ningning’s head down towards your lap.

“What do I—” she starts but is cut off by your hiss.

“Are you stupid? What have you been doing for the past few hours?”

Ningning whimpers quietly. “Yes, Daddy.” She begins stroking you with her small hand.

“Use your mouth,” you command.

“Right, right.” She quickly swallows your member, her lips dragging along its flaccid length. As you harden in her mouth, she gags when it hits the back of her throat, but diligently she cleans up all the saliva.

You close your eyes, picturing Karina instead, and after a few minutes, pictures in your mind materialize as the door opens.

“Hey, what do you think—” Karina’s voice trails off as she sees Ningning between your legs, servicing your now fully erect cock. “I thought you said she wasn’t joining us,” she says with a giggle.

“Well, I’m just using her to get you ready for me,” you reply. Despite the ministrations of Ningning’s lips and tongue, your attention is solely focused on the woman standing in front of you.

Karina steps closer, her eyes fixated on Ningning. “That’s such a turn on, seeing her between your legs like that,” Karina says, smirking.

Ningning moans happily as she continues to orally service your dick.

“Look at her,” Karina says, “such a cute thing.”

“No, look at you,” you reply. “That top looks perfect on you. Your body’s perfect.”

“Thank you, babe. I wore this just for tonight.” Karina brings her hands to her chest, and you must be drooling when she squeezes. “You like?”

You nod. “You’re the hottest girl I’ve ever seen, Karina.”

Ningning lets out a sad whimper around your cock.

Karina sits down on the edge of the bed next to you, watching intently as Ningning works to get your cock even harder with her mouth. “Wow, your cock is perfect. She’s almost got you ready for me.” She grabs your jaw and pulls you in for a kiss.

You’re in a new endless world of bliss, Karina’s lips on yours, Ningning’s lips on your cock. The sound of her blowjob is noisy, wet, sloppy, but you notice only the moans coming out of Karina’s mouth into yours. And even better than that is when Karina presses her full breasts against your arm, giving you visions of what’s to come—hours of playing with those breasts greedily between your fingers.

Again, when Karina releases the kiss, she lets out a light moan, and it’s the prettiest thing you’ve heard. “I can’t wait to ride that big fucking cock.”

“You don’t have to wait.” With a firm grip on Ningning’s hair, you pull her off your cock and toss her onto the floor with a gentle thud. “Get a condom for me,” you command.

Ningning lays on the ground, spit-covered lips quivering. She can’t make eye contact with you or Karina. “Yes, Daddy.”

Karina’s legs rub together. “She’s such an obedient girl.” She brings her legs over and straddles you before she starts making out with you once again.

Though your hands are all over her body, they naturally find their way toward her breasts.

“Yeah, fuck, touch me,” Karina says breathily, “feel me up.”

“Your tits are incredible, holy shit.”

“Just having your pet isn’t enough for you?” Karina asks playfully.

You shake your head. “But you’re more than enough.”

Karina’s lips press firmly against yours, her teeth grazing your lower lip in excitement. As you deepen the kiss, you can taste the faint hint of her lip gloss mingled with the subtle tang of your own blood. Her hands begin to explore, trailing down your body until they reach your shaft. Like Ningning before her, she struggles to fully wrap her fingers around your girth. “Fuck, you’re so thick,” she whispers in awe.

You let out a deep groan as Karina starts to twist and slide her hand up and down your wettened cock. Just then, Ningning’s soft voice interrupts your passion-filled moment. “Here’s the condom, Daddy,” she says softly.

“Put it on with that dirty little mouth of yours.”

Karina giggles then brings her lips back on yours, brings her tongue back into your mouth.

“You, you really want me to…”

You give her a stern look.

“Of, of course, Daddy. Whatever you want,” she nervously replies before awkwardly scooting towards where you’re sitting. You can see that she’s struggling to find the space between you and Karina straddling your lap. Eventually, you hear the sound of the condom packet opening and feel Ningning putting it on with her mouth.

Karina’s moans get louder, and she runs her hands through your hair.

“It’s on, Daddy,” Ningning announces timidly as she sits next to you, her hands resting meekly on her thighs.

You and Karina seem to want to kiss forever, Karina especially reveling in the spectator; however, she breaks it first. “Get on your back,” she says, her eyes piercing into yours. “I’m riding you and this fucking beautiful dick into the bed.”

As you both shuffle around and get comfortable, you push Ningning aside to the corner of the bed. You sink into the pillows while Karina kneels above you, gazing at you with hungry desire.

Ningning’s tiny voice is barely audible as she begs, “Can I watch? Please, Daddy?” Her eyes gleam with admiration and delight at the sight of you and Karina together. “I love seeing you feel good. I promise I’ll be quiet, I won’t interrupt.”

There might have been words in your right ear.

Karina laughs as she positions her slender figure over your cock. She takes hold of it and guides it towards her entrance with expert precision. “Are you just ignoring her? That’s pretty fucking…” She sinks down into your length and moans loudly, musically. “Hot, oh, fuck, you feel so good.” Her pussy clings closely, warm and snug around you.

Feeling dizzy with pleasure, you grab onto her shapely hips as she moves on top of you. She moans in response and adjusts to fit your entire length inside of her, her hand feeling your hardness through her slim waist.

“Wait, fuck, please. Don’t move yet.” Karina gasps. She begins to gyrate her hips back and forth, causing your head to spin even more. With that body and those tits and that tight hole and that impossibly perfect face contorting with bliss, any man could cum before the first thrust. But somehow, you manage to resist as she begins lifting herself, then fucking into you slowly. “That’s, that’s it. Nngh.”

All the while, your eyes are dead set on her tits, waiting to watch them in action.

As Karina drops herself down onto you again, coating your dick with her juices, she starts to bounce at a steady rhythm. Even though they are confined by fabric, her ample breasts jiggle enticingly with each motion. “Fuck, that’s too good,” Karina says, moaning, closing her eyes. Then, she opens them as she looks over to where Ningning is squirming. “Aww, look how she’s eyeing your cock. When was the last time you fucked her?”

“Hm. Maybe a month ago.”

“God, you’re so mean to her. I can’t imagine depriving someone of this amazing dick.” She moans as your length hits a particularly sensitive spot inside her, and then she leans down to grab your face. “I love it.” There, she kisses you while her ride starts to intensify. You love the weight of her tits, and the loud slapping sound of her ass bearing down over and over.

“I’ll come back later, Daddy.” Ningning’s voice is filled with dejection before fading away.

As Karina rides you cowgirl style, she sits up straight once again, her toes curling, her breasts bouncing, and her hair flying around her. You reach for her tube top, and she helps pull it up. You didn’t think this ride could get better—then, the drop, as her boobs are set free. There’s a magical ripple, so plenty for your eyes to feast on. And while the way her tits drop is hypnotizing, the way they bounce without the restraint of fabric is even more so. Karina brings her arms up and you assist her in removing the top completely before flinging it aside, leaving both of you bare and vulnerable to each other’s touch.

In this new position, sitting up against the headboard, you lean in to kiss Karina deeply before trailing down to explore every inch of her body. Your lips linger at her long neck, her defined collarbone, and her lithe arms, but always find their way back to her luscious breasts where you suck on each pink nipple with fervor.

“Yeah, yeah, fuck, just like that, I’m so, so sensitive there.” Karina moans breathlessly as she grinds against your cock. Her body vibrates with pleasure, and you can feel the clench of her cunt around your cock, tightening and relaxing with every deep thrust.

As you notice her soft mewling turn into breathy gasps, you intensify your actions: while your lips are latched to one of her firm nipples, and one hand is massaging her other breast thoroughly, your free hand goes down to her clit, rubbing in neat circles, causing her to arch her back and cry out in pleasure.

“Fuck, yes! Gonna, gonna cum!” Her words are punctuated by deep groans of pleasure, and you revel in her vocal responses, the sound of her deeper voice more harmonious to your ears than your girlfriend’s high-pitched cries.

Her legs tremble as she slows down, giving you the opportunity to take control. You thrust upwards with determination, while simultaneously stimulating every sensitive spot on her body. Karina throws her head back, and she cums on your cock gracefully; you give her no quarter, pounding her through every pulse of her orgasm. Her cunt’s tight grip makes you lightheaded, but you continue as a machine, worshipping her tits with your mouth and fingers, playing with her clit, until she’s driven to new heights of pleasure.

After many long and languid inhales and exhales, Karina sighs contentedly, her body sated from the intense lovemaking. “I haven’t cum that good in so long. Fuck.” She pulls you close and kisses you deeply like the gratitude spoken didn’t just escape her tongue. “So you haven’t fucked her like this in a month? I almost feel bad for her.”

“Don’t.”

“Sure.” Karina playfully taps your shoulders, her fingers dancing over your skin. “Well then, I think it’s only fair that I reward you for that.”

With a soft wet pop, she lifts herself off of your slick member, the condom shining in the dim light of the room. She kneels before you, hunger in her eyes as she looks at your throbbing cock. Her tongue darts out to moisten her lips in anticipation.

“Do you have another condom?” she asks.

“Yeah, it’s over by the drawer,” you reply, still trying to catch your breath from the intense ride.

She scoffs. “Yet you made her… whatever.” Karina’s fingers graze your skin as she peels off the condom, the cool sensation a stark contrast to the heat emanating from her body. “Trust me, this much feels better. Plus I want to taste your precum.”

She aligns your shaft between her perfect breasts, the soft sensation of them cushioning your cock. “Fuck, Karina. I’ve never done this before,” you say with a gasp.

“Figured as much. Your other plaything’s tiny tits could never compare to this, right?” Karina smirks before letting a glob of spit drip from her lips. Your dominant tendencies seem to have rubbed off on her and it turns you on even more.

But what really turns you on is the warmth and plushness of her breasts against your sensitive skin. She takes charge, using her skilled hands to stroke your cock as she holds her breasts together, creating a delicious pressure. Her movements are both gentle and firm as she guides you between her cleavage with precision. Each time your tip pokes out from between her breasts, she gives it a lick or a kiss that sends shivers through your body and elicits groans from deep within your lungs. And every time she does so, she manages to get just enough of the taste that she craves, as she keeps you on a plateau of pleasure and causes you to leak beads of semen.

You can’t help but move your hips in rhythm with her while she continues to stroke you with her breasts. She notices and soon lets you take control, allowing you to thrust at your own pace. When you feel yourself getting closer to climax, you slow down and start kneading her breasts—first softly, then harder as your desire and arousal build. You treat her absurd body with the roughness it deserves, pulling her up from her knees by her malleable tits. “Oh, shit,” Karina says as you throw her onto the bed, “I love how rough you are.”

Eventually, the two of you end up fucking in every corner of the bedroom, finding places where you haven’t fucked Ningning or even any other woman. You have Karina arched over the dresser as you enter her from behind, her moans mingling with the sound of rattling wood. You carry Karina, both hands sinking into the flesh of her buttcheeks, giving you both a workout. You two move to the floor, where a torrid round of reverse cowgirl shows off how her ass was as perfect an asset as her tits.

But the most intense and primal position is when you have her pinned against the door, her breasts and face pressed against it, her arm pulled back as you fuck her standing—well, she’s only standing because your cock is propping her up, her legs jelly. In this frenzy, Karina is both a willing participant and a willing object, surrendering herself to the pleasure that awaits in each new position and location.

“Yes, yes! Just like that!” Karina cries out as sweat drips down her back; you lean over to taste the saltiness as you nibble on her neck.

And right there, in that position against the door, you make Karina cum again. This time, she squirts violently and her release sprays onto your legs, onto the floor, clear liquid making a mess between her thighs. You hear a whine from the other side of the door. You can’t ever be accused of neglecting your girlfriend of her needs.

As if drawn by an uncontrollable magnetism, the two of you find your way back to where you started: you lying on the bed, and Karina riding the life out of you. Her breasts bounce with each thrust and your hands can’t resist kneading them roughly. Red marks appear on her otherwise flawless skin, adding to the passionate chaos of the room. This roughness only intensifies Karina’s tightness around your cock as she begs for more.

“You love it when I’m rough?” You growl into her ear. “Love feeling this big dick pounding into you?”

“God, yes! Fuck me back!” Karina exclaims.

Suddenly, Ningning opens the door. “Daddy, I just—”

But she’s interrupted as Karina shouts and another wave of orgasm wracks through her body, causing her to pull away from you, too sensitive to continue. “Oh… my god,” she says, out of breath. “I can’t believe you made me cum again.” Karina’s lips dive into your neck, her wetness dripping down your thighs onto the sheets that you and Ningning share.

“Ningning’s whisper breaks through the heavy atmosphere, her voice tinged with concern. "I just wanted to check up on you,” she says softly. “You’ve been at it for a while. It’s almost midnight.”

Karina disentangles herself from the crook of your neck and moves to lay her head on your chest. Looking at Ningning with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, she lets out a playful laugh. “Yeah, he’s been fucking me senseless for a while now. Damn, he’s good.”

A smirk spreads across your face.

“I…uh…” Ningning struggles to find the right words, unsure whether to express pride or sadness.

“You just wanted to watch, didn’t you?” Karina says, running her hand down your bare chest. “You naughty little thing.”

You chime in, “Oh, I know her well. She was listening the whole time, pressed against the door with her ear. I could hear her.” You’d ask if she made herself cum. You don’t care.

A blush creeps onto Ningning’s cheeks as she nods shyly.

“Wow, she is soo needy.” Karina looks down and notices that your erection is still going strong. “Fuckin’ hell, you stud. Haven’t cum yet?”

“Nope.”

Karina peels herself off of you and lies down next to you on the bed. “Here, I’ll lay down so you can pound my pussy until you cum. Does that sound good to you?”

You waste no time positioning your cock between her legs, then you grab her ankles and place them over your shoulders.

“Oh shit, yes…” She draws in a sharp breath as you thrust into her all at once, causing her eyes to roll back in ecstasy. “God, fuck, I’m still so turned on…” Her words become moans as you piston into her, your primal instincts taking over.

You watch as Karina’s irresistible breasts jiggle with each and every thrust, her soaked pussy gripping onto you tightly.

“You don’t care if she watches do you?” Karina giggles like she’s drunk off your cock. “Looks like, ngh, you don’t care what she does at all. Hnn…” She looks at Ningning, who is standing by the door, unable to look away. Karina pats the bed to her. “Come here, join us on the bed. You can get a closer look at Daddy’s cock going in and out of me. Don’t you want to see how I please your Daddy? Watch him fuck my brains out. Watch why he’s choosing me over you.”

“Daddy, wait—”

Karina moans. “Hurry up or get out, I don’t think your Daddy gives a fuck.”

Ningning only hesitates one more second before dragging her feet over to the bed.

“Good girl,” Karina praises as Ningning lies down next to her obediently.

“Can you touch me, Daddy? Please? Or will you just hold my hand while you—”

You swat her hand away when she reaches out towards you, causing Karina to erupt in laughter. “Looks like she’ll just have to watch.”

You kiss Karina like you love her, like she’s your girlfriend, or your wife, or your long-lost love you haven’t seen in years. It must be breaking Ningning’s heart, but you can’t see or care, with Karina’s face the only face in your mind. The only reminders of Ningning’s presence are the occasional whimpers and moans that escape from her lips.

“Come on, babe,” Karina urges with a fierce kiss, “don’t hold back. I want to make you cum in front of her.” She places her hand on your chest, slowing your movements. “Flip me over and rail me, babe. Give me everything she wants.”

You swiftly pull out and bring Karina to her hands and knees.

“Ooh, that’s it.” She moans loudly as you push her head down and thrust into her from behind. Her back arches, showcasing the perfect curve of her ass.

As your movements become more forceful, Karina’s moans echo through the room and she clings to the sheets with desperation. You finally make eye contact with Ningning, her hands buried in her shorts and her breath ragged as she watches you and Karina together.

“God, you’re so rough. Yes!” Karina shouts.

Meanwhile, Ningning’s gasps and moans grow louder as she tries to pleasure herself. Despite her best efforts, it seems that nothing can satisfy her.

“Do it,” Karina says, looking back, “cum for me!”

All of the sensations come crashing together—the movement of Karina’s body, the tightness of her pussy around you, and the sight of your girlfriend watching as you fuck another woman. With one final rough slam, you burst inside Karina, gripping her ass cheeks and calling out her name. Every last drop is drained from your balls as you fill the condom to the seams.

After the intense pulsations subside, you loosen your grip on Karina’s ass and she collapses onto the bed, breathing heavily and moaning in satisfaction. “Holy fuck. That was amazing,” she says between giggles. She notices that Ningning has not stopped pleasuring herself this entire time, her fingers slick with wetness as they slide in and out of her swollen folds. “Looks like I’m not the only one who thought so. You enjoy seeing your man blow his load in another woman so much, don’t you? Are you pretending to be me right now?”

You are surprised by Karina’s bold words, but not surprised at Ningning’s increased moans and trembling body as she reaches her desperate climax because of those words, likely making a mess of her underwear.

“That’s so hot,” Karina purrs with a wiggle of her hips. Your half-hard cock remains inside of her as she speaks. “Give me a few more thrusts before you pull out.”

You oblige, gazing up at the ceiling while Karina wrings every last bit of pleasure from you into the condom. She disentangles herself from you and leans in for a kiss.

“Mmh, that was fun. We should do that again sometime. Oh, and can I use your shower?” Karina asks.

“Of course,” you reply. “Actually, do you mind if I join you in a sec?”

She nods, smiling. “Sure, babe. That sounds nice.” Karina heads to the shower with a flick of her hair over her shoulder, drawing the attention of both you and Ningning to her toned buttocks.

Ningning lies on the bed, spent on her own self-pleasure. “Did, mmnh, did you have fun, Daddy? Was she good for you?”

Stretching, you remove the condom from your now-flaccid member. “The best.”

“Nnh.” Her breathing quickens. “That looks good.”

You offer her the condom, almost filled to the brim with your load.

“F-for me? Really, Daddy? I can have your yummy cum?”

“Sure.”

She’s excited for the first time in a while. “Yes! Thank you! Oh, thank you, thank you, Daddy!” Ningning takes the cum-filled condom and brings it to her lips, drinking the cum out like a woman parched in the desert. Her lips make wet, sucking noises as she swallows up the thick, sticky globs of semen. “Oh god, Daddy, you taste so good.”

Each gulp of cum elicits a moan from Ningning as she savors it. You can tell that she’s still sore from her last orgasm, and despite that, her hand snakes its way back down to fingerfuck herself again. She keeps the condom in her mouth for a while, making sure she doesn’t miss out on a drop, turning it inside out to be sure—even when it’s empty, she gets herself off again with her lips wrapped around the used protection.

As Ningning prepares to bring herself to another climax using the condom around her fingers as a substitute for your cock, you excuse yourself and head to the shower. What a doormat does with her time does not concern you. You have a shower to hop into and an actual woman to enjoy it with.

The Strongest Man Alive

The moon—a weak thing—casts a soft glow through your curtains, illuminating the tangled sheets and two figures and eight limbs entwined. Bae Joohyun. Yours. And yours, she tastes of soju. You push away the curtains of her dark brown hair. You must do better than the moon if you want to see her face.

You don’t want to see her face. How weak. Want can’t be enough. Want is the moon whose light could never push.

Of course, it’s need, this need above gravity—you will fly under your own power to see her gentle eyes shaped like almonds, the scrunch of her petite nose, or the tinge of pink on her cheeks. Such a tinge, you’ve pulled into her milky skin with each kiss.

Of course, it’s need: if you could draw something so symmetrical as the oval of her face, you would be putting your work in galleries. Instead, you find yourself here, marveling at the slope of her jaw. At the slope of her jaw, your lips dance, taste one bead of sweat. Then, you’re latched to her neck, making her moan.

Her body yearns against yours. Arms around your neck, your stomachs press together like puzzle pieces (more like magnets: two separate things now one). Her legs, those endless legs, lace around your hips as if they’ve been there your whole life. They’ve been there for twenty-six days, if you were to start counting from when you first asked her out. They’ve been there for five years, if you were to start counting from when you first met her as a friend of a friend. They’ll be there forever, because why would you bother counting down when you could count up.

But you couldn’t count up how you got here. The nights you shared in your bed or Joohyun’s bed were innocent, simple: movies, warm kisses, cuddles. You had expected even slower than that. The lurid moans or the hands on your ass weren’t part of the plan. There never could have been a plan. You didn’t understand how fate penciled in you and Joohyun as a couple. The woman eight years your senior, aloof and intimidating and introverted. You’d overwhelm her with energy. She’d scare you with an icy glare.

This isn’t Joohyun.

Love and care as a person is closer to your real Joohyun. As you aspire to redden and purple her sensitive neck with your lips, her gaze into you is as a stronger light, the morning sun, whose warmth is true and full. The air too, whatever is left between your bodies, crackles with heat, making sleep and a timeful waking for work both distant dreams. Your hand runs down the back of her neck, over thin layers of sweat on her skin, before slipping under her shirt to explore further.

Asymmetries and imbalance—you’re understanding these are inescapable parts of you and Joohyun, the longer you count the time together. She’s the leader. You’re the follower. She might be examining your gluteus maximus like a butcher inspecting meat, pulling you by the chin to kiss your lips again, but you have to ask her: “Do you mind if I touch you lower?” See, gravity is the moon is weak is if as if gravity is not Joohyun’s, and in her orbit you float and careful to stay, you seek permission even when you don’t need it.

Float higher. Joohyun giggles. It’s an often sound, not often enough. “Of course, handsome.” That’s Joohyun’s voice playful and light and airy as a cloud; this is Joohyun dark and dangerous and knife in hand—"Touch me wherever you like.“

Because if she says it like that, like she’s honestly out to kill you, honestly out to stab you in the heart and in the brain and in the nerves until she’s carved out everything that isn’t just primal reaction and until something gets cold and hardens and presses against her midriff—and when she does it again, "Go ahead, touch me,” and she grabs your wrist and makes you place your hand on her asscheeks—then how are you supposed to react when she says:

“How do you feel about… letting me suck your dick?” Lip bite and all?

This isn’t Joohyun. It really isn’t Joohyun. Not those eyes, not this soon. Not the woman who dressed modestly, who kept her distance from other men, who fiercely protected her female friends. Your Joohyun would ask for patience. And you were content with your Joohyun. But then, your Joohyun was an image, based on an external shell of a woman, and you can’t imagine the real, soft, fleshy bits exposed more than Joohyun right now. And this Joohyun, were you less or more content with this one? Man, take the blowjob—you, an idiot, instead ask, “Now? Suck? T-tonight?”

“Yes, honey,” she replies, but her voice is not so sweet. It refuses to let up, to let go of the boning knife; it stays deep, twisting your stomach. “I didn’t ask for tomorrow.”

Nothing more that you want, but unable to answer, you kiss her again with newfound urgency. Your fingers sink into her ass, and you taste her moan on your tongue. A breathless noise, a hint of a cloud, as if this might tip the balance or untwist the blade. And then a mote of a daring idea in your mind blossoms to sudden action without thinking. “Only if you beg for my dick,” you say, with a seriousness that keeps your mouth open. You were not the weakness and the unweight of a pithy satellite.

Joohyun raises a brow. It’s over. It’s all over. Goodness. You had one chance with the prettiest woman, and now what? But then she grins wide. “Oh, look at you. How bold.” This is a smaller knife, used to pare the skin off of fruits, and the pride off of men, so you pout and she pets your head, and you feel better and you feel smaller. “No, I’m kidding, baby. That was really hot. Do it again.”

You look down. You are the weakness and…

“I’m sorry, I swear, you did great. I would gladly beg for your cock any day.” Joohyun sits up against your hardwood headboard, looks at you through her long, fluttering lashes. “Please? Pwease? Pretty pleeease, can I suck your cock?”

This isn’t Joohyun. And this isn’t a paring knife, nor a boning knife, nor a playful cloud of words. This is a spoon that eats ice cweam. She pushes her chest together, tempting with cleavage peeking out of her bra top.

In response, you let out a soft whimper.

“Aww, does that mean yes?” she asks.

“Mhm,” you say, a shy nod in addition.

“That’s my man,” she says. That must be the natural truth already. Joohyun said so.

As you sit up to copy her, she pushes you back down using a gentle hand on your chest.

“Just relax and let me take care of you, baby. Be a good boy and trust me.” This knife… it cuts your sandwiches in a diagonal, and you think maybe this time, there is a hint of honey in her voice. She coos as she slides between your legs and tugs down your pants with her teeth. When your ankles are free of the pants, Joohyun returns her head by your thighs, and says with a sigh, “Ahh, it’s like unwrapping a present. Look at that pretty bulge of yours.”

You understand this as a rhetorical command, but still, you look, because by that pretty bulge rests Joohyun’s face, and you shudder at its proximity. And while the knife metaphor is over, the mouth literal is more evocative than ever. She trails fingers down your chest and stomach while lips linger on your underwear. When she laps at your bulge, even if she only uses the very tip of her tongue, saliva’s wetness seeps through the fabric. Even if the tip of her tongue is scalpel-precise in tracing your cock’s outline, your own pre-cum must be seeping too. Her every motion is subtle but effective; you’re already mewling loudly, already writhing beneath her.

“Looks like someone is excited.” Joohyun uses her teeth again, now fully freeing your arousal from its confines. Your cock springs out and nearly hits her face, and she lets out a delighted squeal and takes control of the unruly actor with her small fingers. “I’m excited too. Gosh, it’s so cute how hard you are.”

As you lay there, breathless and trembling with desire, Joohyun gazes with adoration and palms along your hardened length. “Please,” you say like you don’t know what you’re asking for.

Contented, Joohyun purrs, grazes her nails on your shaft, traces sinuous patterns down your pulsing vein. “You’re so precious,” she whispers. Then, stricter (more knife): “But I don’t hear enough begging yet.”

You’re pathetic, weightless, suspended on four strings for each of your four limbs and Joohyun is your puppetmaster and Joohyun is your everything so with your everything, you say, “Please, I need it so bad. Need to feel your mouth on me, n-now. I’m a good boy, please, I’ll be good for you, I’ll do anything for it. You said you’d take care of me, p-please, I need you to…”

Joohyun places a finger on your lips, and you gulp.

“Aww,” she responds with a soft chuckle, soft kisses traveling up your length. “Anything? Hmm…” With each deliberate swipe of her tongue, especially as it crosses the ridge to your cockhead, the most concentrated bundle of nerves, unexpected sounds escape from deep within your throat. Nothing, it seems, is ever in the plans, but especially not the low, throaty, bubbly noses, or the high whiny pitches you make. As her lips ghost over the tip of your cock, you want to grab her hair, to command her to suck—no, you don’t.

This isn’t you.

If Joohyun expects you to wait, whether it’s the next few seconds or until the next moon phase, you will wait.

So you wait.

Now the warmth of her breath is like the warmth of her skin is like the quiet warmth of a distant star, only felt in the deepest calm of the night.

Her dark eyes pierce you with their gaze, dark as to match the inky blacks that surround such a faraway body.

Outside, the wind hums low, like it too is aware of the moment between you and Bae Joohyun. But no one, not even nature, can understand truly.

It’s all so hot, so bright, so loud.

After a moment too long and not a moment too soon, Joohyun closes her mouth over your cockhead. It’s slow, so slow, like she’s tasting this inch and considering the merits of its flavor, then she’s savoring the next inch, where she compares and contrasts its mouthfeel. Embarrassingly loud, you groan as she takes more of you in, creating a vacuum seal with her lips. And as if the wet sounds aren’t enough, she hums around you, sending vibrations that might start at your cock but cascade through your body. Every now and then, her tongue darts out to flirt around your frenulum while her equally adept hands twist your shaft and fondle your ballsack.

Suddenly, her sucking becomes fast and urgent like a storm rolling in on a sunny day. Her eyes narrow in concentration, a look you’ve only seen during arcade dates or board game nights—she’s trying to win something, and the prize lies in your balls.

You shut your eyelids like you don’t want tears to escape, clench your thighs like you want her to lose for once. “Fuck, wait,” you grit out through your teeth, “wait, wait, I’m gonna cum if you keep going like this.”

Joohyun hesitates for a moment, as though her blowjob is a runaway train. But then she composes herself and pulls away from your cock with a playful smack of her lips. “Aww? Already?” she asks, and you’re unsure if she’s teasing as usual or in genuine dismay. “Thank for letting me know, sweetheart. I’ll slow down.”

She adjusts her pace: her lips linger on the base of your shaft, waning crescent, or your sensitive cockhead, waxing gibbous, and her hand has settled on a firm grip of your testicles—and none of that bodes well for your endurance. Joohyun knows exactly what she’s doing to you; whenever she makes eye contact, the corner of her lips tugs into a sly smile.

“Think you can handle more?” she asks, low and husky. “I don’t wanna push you too far.”

She might—she will. Nevertheless, even more unbearable is the mere thought of the lack of her warm and wet ministrations on your member. “Please, keep going. It’s okay.”

“Promise?” She sticks out her pinky finger. You interlock your finger with hers. Though her hand is small and delicate compared to yours, the weight of the deal is not so. You’ve just signed a pact with the devil, but all your blood has already rushed to your cock so there’s no way you had enough ink. It seems hell’s denizens have no respect for legal authority: Joohyun’s mouth rushes back to a vigorous rhythm along your shaft, this time allowing more foamy spit to escape the sides of her mouth. Like a sloppy drunk, she talks with a mouth full of you. “I want you to enjoy thih… but I also wanna be a little selfish and worship your cock, pwopehly—” she coughs. “And I can’t do that if my precious man cums too early. So I need you to be brave and strong. You'ww be bwave, wight?”

You mouth “I’ll be fine” and you’ve just lied to Joohyun. You wouldn’t be surprised if you suddenly filled her mouth with your load, though you’d feel guilt at the lack of forewarning. You find yourself growing louder and more desperate with each pass of her lips.

“That’s it, moan as much as you want, babe. I love hearing you.”

“Nngh, fuck, you make me feel so good,” you say, groaning, grunting, panting.

Her eyes shine with admiration, with honesty: she truly loves every sound she extracts from you. “Well, you make me feel more than just good. I think I’m in love with sucking your cock. No, I know I am. The way it pulses in my mouth, mmm, fuck… it makes me dripping wet.” She licks her lips. “I wanna give you all the pleasure in the world. You deserve it.”

To prove her point, Joohyun takes a break from your dick and focuses on your testicles instead. She engulfs them one by one, sucking and licking like they are the ripest, juiciest fruit; you must be incredibly delicious because her teeth graze and tug carefully at the loose skin, making you feel heavy and lightheaded simultaneously. Despite your length resting heavily against her forehead and nose and the mess of saliva across her face, Joohyun remains the epitome of beauty.

“No one else gets to see me like this, my love,” she says, winking—usually, that’d be deliberate, but you wager it’s the sticky saliva and pre-cum dripping from your cock onto her face. Despite the debauchery of the moment, she still manages to look adorable with one eye closed and the other half-open as if she’s trying to perfect her winking technique.

Your hands instinctively tangle in her hair, unable to restrain yourself any longer as the intensity increases, both balls in her mouth.

“Close again?” she asks, releasing you from the confines of her mouth with only her fingers remaining on clean-up duty: first, she takes care of the frothy mess on her face and untangles wet strands of hair; then, she collects the sheen on your cock before licking each digit clean. She crawls up the bed, her petite form hovering above you until her face is right next to yours again. You could have never signed a deal with the devil because this is an angel. The angel presses her lips to yours, a tantalizing and bittersweet combination of her saliva mixed with your own juices.

“Does that feel better, babe? I know how much you love to taste my lips.”

“Mmm, I do, thank you.” Even more than that, however, the kiss is a welcome reprieve from the constant barrage of ecstasy at your genitals. Like earlier tonight, your hands roam over her body. However, now you don’t just stop at her smooth curves and pert behind. Your fingers trail lower, finding their way to the warm, wet space between her thighs. As you trace her slick slit, she moans into your mouth, and you realize she wasn’t lying. Her cunt is soaked. You’re jealous of how much pleasure she can derive from giving pleasure. There is little resistance for your digits to glide inside, a knuckle deep, then two. In a frenzy, her hands roam as well, exploring your every dip and muscle, save for your throbbing erection and twitching balls. Again, you welcome her prudence, though you pay her in kind with a fingerfucking that accelerates.

“Mhm, yes, that’s it, touch me like that.” Joohyun’s gasps interweave each kiss. “You’re amazing, such a good, good boy. I’ll make you cum such a big load in my mouth soon, I promise.”

The thought of it inspires you: you bring your fingers to your lips and taste the remnants of her pleasure, salty and tangy and addicting. She watches you with a mixture of amusement and desire, her cheeks flushed.

“Is it really that good?” she asks, her voice betraying her usual confidence or playfulness as she breathes heavily.

“The yummiest,” you reply with a lustful grin, already planning to tongue-map every inch of her cunt later. For now, your focus is fixed on the pleasure Joohyun can bring you elsewhere on your body. Your mind races as her rosy lips part in happiness and glisten like freshly picked strawberries. To say your dick is throbbing is an insult to throbbing; it’s a bundle of fireworks ready to set off at any time. “Can… can you suck me again?”

“You sure?” Joohyun asks with a gentle stroke of your cheek, a slight pout, raised brows. There’s genuine concern in her tone, however mild, but it quickly falls back to cheeky. “Maybe I should just keep kissing you again.” Her pillowy lips press against yours, your jaw, your cheek. Sucks on your neck. Nibbles on your ear. Isn’t enough.

You plead, your voice raw and exposed, “No, I need it. Need your mouth on my cock again. Need to cum.”

Joohyun’s eyes light up with mischief and she leans in close, her sweet breath caressing your face as she purrs, “You’re so fun to play with. And it’s adorable how much you want this.”

Suddenly, her demeanor shifts and she becomes stern once more. “Say ‘please’ if you need it that bad,” she demands.

You comply forthwith, the word slipping from your mouth like a sigh.

Before any of your reactions can inform your brain, Joohyun’s lips and tongue envelop your aching cock. Then all the information comes all at once. Light as the fastest hits first as your eyes capture the determination in hers, the way her brows furrow in concentration, how her hair flies about in the sudden action. Then comes the heat, as your length disappears into the depths of her mouth, and the sound of glucks and other carnal oral noises reach your ears last.

Your replies have devolved into incoherent babbling by now; the only word you can repeat is the one she’s made you say, and as much as you echo “please”, she swallows your dick at just the right pace—just the wrong pace. Fast enough to make you whip your head back, slow enough to leave you on the brink of climax.

“Keep begging all you want, you’re not cumming until I’ve had my fun. You want to explode into my mouth, don’t you?” she taunts—look at the stripe Joohyun makes with her tongue. Is she cleaning the saliva on your shaft or covering it further is a question that’s repeated ten times for the ten licks between the hundred dips of her mouth. “You want to pound that perfect cock into my throat and coat it with your load?” Wow, it’s like she’s in your head. Incredible. “Okay. Yeah. I can do that.” And with a deep swallow, your head’s in her as she takes you all the way down, and holds down, long enough for a single tear to swell in her eye.

Joohyun’s nose jams against your stomach, and her eyes twitch—it’s the wink again, or so you’d think if you didn’t feel your tip jab the back of her throat. A bubble of thick saliva becomes bubbles as determined as she is to ignore her own need to breathe. With every clench of her throat around you, sparks course your nerves, or maybe it’s not just the pressure, but the sight of the distension at her neck. Either way, you’re unsure how lightning has yet to strike your rod. Every gag seems calculated, designed to make you squirm, and she has an uncanny ability to recognize the approach of your climax. As though through the pulse of your cock vein, she knows when to pull back just when your hairs start to raise, when the goosebumps form. The buildup of static denied its discharge. You would try to thrust your hips into her, regardless of whether you should or shouldn’t but should’s or shouldn’t’s are aren’t’s when she’s holding your thighs down. Joohyun manages to treat your cock like a toy to tease and please herself with, despite her fucking her own face into it.

“You must be trying so hard…”

Joohyun pauses momentarily, breathes out through her nose, before another deep swallow.

“Not to explode…”

One more swallow.

“Into mommy’s mouth… right?”

And then it happens. With a primal cry, you release everything you have into Joohyun’s waiting mouth, her eyes widening in surprise before she eagerly swallows every last drop. Your body trembles with pleasure as she continues to suck you clean, your mind blissfully numb. Even after you finish Joohyun continues to suckle gently on your cock, sending aftershocks of hot bliss through your body; however, the overstimulation is a bucket of cold ice that has you gripping the sheets and begging through loud groans: “Please, please, ahhh.”

“Please, what?”

You shake your head as your thighs clench and your eyes roll back. You’re still pulsating, still unloading onto her tongue as her lips pucker and lock around your dick. “No, t-too much,” you say.

“Sensitive? Aww, baby.” But there’s a glint of mischief in her eye that makes you question her. Before you can protest, she takes you back into her mouth, working her tongue around the underside of your shaft and suctioning with her lips, pushing herself down into your root until she has wrung you out into her stomach.

When she eventually pulls herself off your sore and spent member, Joohyun’s mouth stays open. “Wow, I’ve never done that. I’m so, so sorry… I swear, I’m not some crazy nympho obsessed with your cock or anything.”

You’re not sure you believe. You are sure you forgive her. As you catch your breath and bask in the afterglow of mind-altering bliss, Joohyun’s head weighing on her thigh, you wonder if what’s so irresistible about your cum to her—she’s still playing with a glob of it in her mouth. When she gulps, she lets out a satisfied sigh.

“Hmm… seems like you really, really liked when I said a certain word. Or at least your dick did,” Joohyun suggests, flicking at and toying with your softness, making you jump.

As her eyes captivate yours, she poses a question that rocks your world.

“Would you like me to be your mommy—” “Yes.”

Iff ft. Yujin

It is necessarily true that there exists an ideal number of offspring for each human female from a purely genetic standpoint. Our distant ancestors who survived countless millennia of famine, warfare, and disease were those whose genomes encoded a certain target number for offspring; this number was close enough to just above two children that random fluctuations in fertility could never deviate much below or above that figure. For these women, at least, natural selection would penalize having either fewer or more children than their genes desired, as this would diminish the proportion of their offspring in subsequent generations. This principle extends even today: A 2021 study by Hutchings revealed significant variability in the number and size of offspring among species, driven by genetic and developmental factors. This suggests a non-fixed ideal number of offspring, adapting to societal changes and living conditions.

Even after tens of thousands of years, we are still these animals. That is, Homo sapiens sapiens does not differ greatly from its parent species Homo sapiens when it comes to such biological imperatives as sex and reproduction. Yet only a fraction of people maintain a lifestyle that mirrors contingent strategies favored by evolution, resulting in a massive imbalance between evolved psychology and modern life. Although humans may no longer face the constant threat of starvation posed by an unforgiving wilderness, problems evolve in the same way—we do not have nearly enough children to replace the adult population, at least in many developed countries. The United States, Canada, Australia, and many European countries are experiencing population decline, but nowhere is this phenomenon more exacerbated than in East Asia, with particularly acute examples in China, Japan, and South Korea. Our subject for examination lies within the context of the latter nation, wherein perhaps a solution may be found through the example of Ahn Yujin.

You and Yujin are going to work toward fixing this new, evolved problem by starting a family. With her fervor and your virility, you just might do this single-handedly—if not, at least you two will leave that target number in the dust. The world will thank you, and you, the world, for yielding you Yujin. The future is assured, so long as you can satisfy your breeding needs.

Yujin fits the archetype for having large numbers of offspring: there must have existed designs for Yujin’s body as the template for prolific breeders. Even the most conservative anthropologist would admit Yujin’s hips are ideal for childbearing, especially in proportion to her height. Her breasts are not the largest, but they are certainly sufficient enough for breastfeeding—and if not that, at least your own tit-sucking pleasures. Her lithe body was built to breed, and above any physical attributes, the mind within only confirms that impression.

She is eager, insatiable, and obedient. You tell her to strip, and she is naked in seconds. You tell her to go on all fours, and she is on all fours. You tell her to put her lips around your cock, and she is deepthroating you in an instant. And when you tell Yujin that she’s now your little puppy to train and use as you please, she follows your command gladly.

Her greatest fantasy is being bred hard and often, and this is the fantasy most oft fulfilled by you, her master. It starts with the collar around her neck: an innocuous thing, leather and black, with a silver buckle in the front, and a ring in the back through which you put a leash. When she has that collar on, she is not the confident, witty, ambitious woman who commands everyone’s attention—she is your pet, “Puppy”, as so engraved in delicate silver script on the black leather.

The collar rarely leaves her neck at this point, a couple of years into your relationship. By now, she’s your live-in pet.

You don’t even remember the last time you used a condom. That was months ago, at least—a year? Ever since she moved in, you’ve been savoring Yujin’s raw, slick walls on your cock, and she gets off on the all-filling feeling of your semen seeping into her fertile womb. If it weren’t for the pill, Yujin would have been knocked up long ago. Despite that, each time you make love, you talk about breeding, playing at dreams of impregnating her with plenty of pups. She moans “please” on each thrust, and you know exactly what she’s begging for when she whispers that “Master’s cum is gonna be Daddy cum any day now.” When the two of you are ready, there is no doubt that Yujin will become the mother of your children.

You and Yujin have many ways of making love, ranging from rough hair-pulling to gentle adoration. But one element always remains the same: the collar that transforms her into a wild, lustful creature, erasing all thoughts as soon as it’s clasped around her slender neck. Her urgent pleas for you to release your load deep inside her are often met with little resistance, but occasionally you like to make her work for it—teasing and edging her until she whines and begs, this desperate bitch in heat. Then, you offer her a choice: continue being edged for another hour or allow yourself to impregnate her with your potent seed, guaranteed to result in triplets. Which will it be?

The answer, of course, is that both are correct. Why should we deprive ourselves of what nature gave us? If one woman loves being bred, why not breed her constantly? If another wants to be edged, why deny her? False dichotomies like these remain pervasive. Be sexually dominant or submissive; enjoy sex or romance; fuck like rabbits or make love tenderly—these can all exist together, if we so allow them to.

For example, there are always two women at play with your girlfriend: the Yujin who is a vibrant social butterfly, curious and never satisfied with sitting still; and the Yujin who lives and breathes your cock in daily routine, the Yujin who will happily let you lock her away in a dark room if you promised to give her your cum. You love both Yujins: a charming conversationalist, always cool and collected; a horny, obedient slut, who you train to do tricks in exchange for cum, who will only bark if her master so demands. There is no need to choose between these two Yujins, and you would not dream of doing so.

Or, consider the most misleading of dilemmas, being a young couple with kids, or being a young couple that stays together. Humans have grown rich enough and powerful enough to craft a society where the worst thing that could happen to a young couple—pregnancy at an inconvenient time—no longer threatens them in the same way. Now that people no longer have to marry their first stable match or die alone, now that everyone has gotten a little bit smarter and more independent, the universe is filled with possibilities for love and affection. This future child you make with Yujin could grow up in an environment where they would want for nothing, especially not siblings, for you’ll give them plenty to spare. Thus, to knock Yujin up is hardly the disaster it would have been in our primitive past. Rather, you both should celebrate it.

This is not to say that every single person is the same. Not many women are as dedicated to the goal of impregnation as Yujin, and not many men are as driven to fill a receptive body with their progeny as you are. The series of coin flips and card draws that led to your personalities, to this relationship that binds you, is quite unlikely to repeat itself.

Yujin recognizes the rarity of the match. Even in the first meeting, she was as astute as a hunter dog, scenting prey, noting all the signs in the forest that you were the one. That night, after your friend invited Yujin to the bar, small talk quickly became deep conversation. Yujin asked your opinion on something. You gave it. Yujin replied, “Oh, I like a guy who takes charge.” A few minutes later, she said she had to use the bathroom. She left her purse with you. Yujin did not return for another ten minutes, and when she did, it was with flushed cheeks and sweat on her brow. You asked her what took so long, and she answered, “You’re so hot. I might have… been doing something naughty.”

“Bad girl,” you said.

At this point, your friend knew to leave.

You understand that Yujin is still the same girl, only with more of herself exposed to you—not just literally. She’s been hinting at the concept of properly mating for weeks now, but she needed you to make the first move. It’s a bit like old times, the nights after you met, the weeks you danced around each other’s desires. Whenever she hinted at her interest, you weren’t stupid enough to be oblivious—every word dripped with innuendo, every glance a flirt, every movement an invitation. But you built tension with purpose. She was too special to sleep with on the first date. In much the same way, what was once mere fantasy, empty talk of impregnating Yujin during sex, is starting to take on the shape of reality. In this sense, here returns Yujin the hunter dog, searching for a new quarry: your future family.

However, this is not lust alone. The chemicals that control desire can’t do all the work in this relationship. When Yujin asks you more frequently about your opinion on having kids, you don’t ignore it as simple pillow talk; she is gauging your willingness to commit. Because you love her, because she’s right for you, past the sex and the fantasies, you take her seriously. Yujin speaks with infectious enthusiasm about her friends who have recently become mothers, all of whom are convinced that you two would make fantastic parents. Casually, she mentions she’s not taking birth control anymore.

“I might be ovulating soon.” “The doctor said I’m in my prime right now.” “Do you think I’d be a good mother? You’ll be a good daddy, for sure.”

To that last question, you assure her, over and over, with the certainty that Yujin deserves. “The best mommy. I promise.”

You find her researching baby names. Starts looking up parenting tips and ideas for nursery decorations. She’s even helped you plan out your dream family home. There’s something different about how Yujin looks at you. She’s thinking about pregnancy, not just as a topic of conversation, not just as a fetish, but as a goal.

Concerns and fears, worries and hopes, you discuss them thoroughly, sometimes after sex, when Yujin is too tired to move and she lies in bed with your cock still inside her, cum on her lips, your hands around her belly feeling her body and dreaming of what it might become. Talks of plans become more and more serious as you set aside money and time for this future family, thinking about moving out from this modest apartment to a proper house. But ultimately, here is Yujin, in your arms, by your side, an angel’s face, eyes stolen from the stars as they twinkle.

Like when you first fell in love, everything lovely about Yujin becomes magnified, so how could you deny her? You hold her close and promise that you’ll do anything to make her happy, to make her dreams come true. She whispers back, “I know. I’ve never felt so loved.”

It isn’t long before Yujin becomes more brazen. As you try to fall asleep, you hear wet sounds next to you as Yujin’s fingers dive in her pussy, presumably to the idea of you impregnating her. The next morning, she confirms your suspicions, this time sending you a video from the bathtub as she masturbates and talks dirty about how much she worships your cum. She sends you amateur porn of women taking three creampies three times in a row, or pregnant women squirting milk onto the camera lens while riding a man.

Then, there’s the actual sex between the two of you. “Do you want to knock me up? Come on, let’s just do it now. Please? Can’t you tell I need it?”

You’re glad to continue teasing and edging Yujin until her desire is too much to bear, her eyes watering and face contorted with desperation. Her raw pussy tightens around you even more, begging for release. You tell her it’s up to Master before pulling out and spraying cum over her stomach. Obedient as ever, she cleans it up and swallows it down but her frustration is clear—she wants to be filled completely. You’re truthfully equally as ready to impregnate Yujin, sooner rather than later; you want to watch your seed blossom within her, want to see her stomach swell, her tits fill up with delicious milk, and her nipples grow fat with lust. The smell of her slick sex is intoxicating whenever you slip a hand down her pants, or spread her pussy wide open to taste.

After settling all the necessary financial and personal matters, Yujin stays busy with buying pregnancy tests, making lists, and studying every bit of advice on how to conceive. You each tell your families that you’re trying, which is a funny way of saying “I’m going to fuck enough sperm into your fertile daughter that she’s guaranteed to bear our children, and we’re going to do it so often that she might as well never leave my cock,” but you suppose that “trying” is the more polite way of putting it. Yujin’s mother has already started preparing the nursery, and your parents are talking about visiting to help watch over her when she gets farther along in the pregnancy. You’re ready to move into your new place, but not before this apartment where you first made love has its proper send-off.

You thought you’d witnessed the limits of Yujin’s vulnerability. However, you’ve never seen your girlfriend quite as desperate, needy, and pathetic as you do on the morning you decide it’s time to breed Yujin.

For days, you’ve teased her relentlessly—marked her bare neck with bruises and bite marks, denied Yujin her collar until she’s earned it, edged her with your fingers and mouth, fucked her fast and rough, used her as a living fleshlight, edged her more with toys. Made her watch as you jacked off onto her abs, fed her a throatful, or plugged up her ass with a thick load.

“Master, please,” she begged, over and over, as her pussy clenched on nothing. With her body painted abstract expressionist—soaked in cum like you’re marking territory—you needed multiple towels to clean the slumberous Yujin so that the sheets weren’t too sticky. Left one towel under her legs to catch her dripping arousal. By the time she went to sleep last night, her guts were full of your cum, while her mind was void of all thoughts except for one: the place your seed had yet to reach, aching to be fulfilled like the rest of her body.

When you wake early and find Yujin’s body pressed against yours in bed, her sleep is fitful, due to this very lack of semen inside her womb. She tosses, turns, her body hot. You touch her forehead with your hand to check for a fever, but it’s just the heat of her arousal making her sweat. You run your fingers down her spine. Her skin feels flushed. Looks it too, how red her cheeks are. The sun has barely begun its ascent, so its color makes her glow further. Your fingertips reach her tailbone, then slip lower, where you press against her clit. Her breathing quickens as she rouses awake, and you pull your hand back.

With each breath, her tits rise and fall; they feel heavier than usual in your hands. The mingled scents of sweat and sex surround you, but beneath it all is an added note that stirs your arousal. It’s a familiar smell, one that always drives you wild. You recognize the telltale signs of Yujin’s hormones going into overdrive, intensifying her already insatiable desires. Her nipples, already normally sensitive, become almost painfully hypersensitive to every touch. She can’t get enough of your scent, pressing her nose against your chest, armpit, neck, and groin—anywhere she can inhale your intoxicating musk.

It’s time. Yujin is ovulating today.

Yesterday, you checked the calendar and the apps and the notes; however, none of the charts factor the most important variable: your instincts. Yujin looks so damn adorable when she wakes up, eyes bleary, hair disheveled, mouth still sticky with drool, legs spread, and a wet spot in the towel from where her pussy has been leaking—this was always going to be the day.

You gently stroke behind your puppy’s ear, brushing her cheek with affection. “Morning, my love” comes out as your softest whisper.

Yujin stirs in response, nuzzling her head against your shoulder as she slowly wakes from her slumber. She yawns and blinks several times before finally locking eyes with you, a sleepy smile spreading across her face. “Good morning, Master,” she says, shifting closer to give you a gentle kiss on the lips. Then another ten kisses. Twenty. “I had the weirdest dream.”

You smile against her lips as you run your fingers through her tousled hair. “Do tell.”

She seems to remember that you’ve been edging her for days, her thighs rubbing together, the scent of her slick arousal thick in the air. Yujin giggles and buries her face in your chest. When she finally looks up again, her cheeks are tinged red, and Yujin avoids your gaze. “I dreamed… that you were fucking me—”

“Of course,” you interject, grinning. You reach down between her legs, returning to her folds, feeling how hot she’s gotten overnight. It takes no effort to slide one finger inside your girlfriend.

“—and then you came inside of me, and it was so warm, and I was so full, and…” Yujin trails off as you add another finger. “And then the next day, I felt different. Like something inside of me changed.”

“Oh?” Your hand moves steadily in and out of her tightness as she speaks.

“Yes,” Yujin murmurs, her breath coming out in short gasps. “It felt like there was a weight in my stomach, but not physically. It was hard to explain, but it just felt off.”

You continue to pleasure Yujin with your fingers, watching as she writhes beneath you. She lets out a whimper at the sensation and spreads her thighs wider for you. As her body responds to your touch, she whispers with breathless urgency:

“So I put my hands on my tummy, trying to figure out why things felt so off, and then… Oh! I can’t believe I’m telling you this!” she exclaims, hiding her face in your chest again.

“Everything. I want to hear the whole dream.” You push deeper, curling your fingers inside her, searching for her G-spot. She moans, and you hear the faint squelching of her slick leaking out.

“Master!” she says, panting, louder, gasping for air. “I—oh god—I just knew it! I had your pups inside me. I knew, because my belly felt heavy, and my body felt strange, and there was a pressure on my chest, and, and my nipples were so, so sensitive, and when I touched them, milk came out, and—” Yujin cuts herself off with another sharp yelp, your fingerfucking reaching a crescendo. “Master! Please!”

You chuckle. “That was quite vivid, puppy.” Withdrawing digits from your girlfriend’s warmth, you sit up and position yourself behind her, pressing her soft curves into your body—she’s always been such a perfect fit, in your lap, in your arms, in your life. On your cock too, as it nestles comfortably between her round, plump buttocks.

She shivers at your touch, and you know from the tremble that Yujin’s close to her peak.

“Today.”

Yujin’s eyes widen in surprise as you utter the single word. It’s almost magical, the way that one word can turn a dream into a reality more than any other before it. You understand her desires and share them with equal passion—although, at this moment, could anyone want anything as much as Yujin right now? Her breathing hitches even more as desire floods through every inch of her body. Her glazed eyes stare back at you with pure love, the dilated pupils barely showing any trace of color.

You nod, confirming what she already suspects. “Yes, Yujin, today is the day.”

A single tear gathers at the corner of her eye, threatening to spill over. Her voice quivers and trails off as she struggles to speak. “Master…” Her breath catches in her throat. “Are we really… going to—”

You lean in and capture her lips with a deep, passionate kiss. “Yes,” you whisper against her skin, sending shivers down her spine. “We are going to have a baby. Babies.”

She moans loudly against your lips, unable to contain her excitement, as she grinds her body against yours. “Nngh, oh my god, yes, yes! Yes, I want to have my Master’s puppies! Please, please, fuck my pussy, breed me, I love you, make my womb yours, breed me, breed me, breed, m-me, mmmh—” Her babbling dissolves into a series of incoherent noises, her mind lost to the lustful haze of your touch.

You reach up and grasp Yujin’s nape firmly but gently, pulling her closer to you. “You’ll be a good puppy for Master today, won’t you?” You raise an eyebrow expectantly.

Yujin murmurs and whines, sounding like a dog who has been chastised, though she nods quickly.

“Good. We’ll have all day today, and the whole weekend to fuck, to fill you with my seed. You can be as loud as you want. I don’t want you to restrain anything. I want to see you lose yourself completely, and I don’t care who hears. Fuck the neighbors. We’ll be leaving soon anyway.” Your smirk widens.

Stroke her cheek, then pat her head and point to the floor next to the bed.

“On the ground, puppy.”

Yujin slides off the edge of the mattress and kneels, her eyes never straying from your length, soft and hanging between your legs. A small gasp escapes her lips as she leans closer to your cock, her tongue slipping out between her teeth in anticipation. She releases a soft hum, murmuring, “I adore your scent, Master.” With reverence, she snuggles against your cock with her cheeks and forehead, inhaling deeply as if testing the notes of a fine wine. Her lips part and her tongue darts out to cover your balls with her saliva. She finds pleasure in drooling on them, feeling their weight, and hearing you moan with enjoyment when she takes both in her mouth. As she feels the tension building between her thighs, she rubs them together for some relief.

She wraps her arms around your thighs and pulls herself closer, burying her nose in your crotch. As Yujin looks up at you, between big and pleading eyes, your shaft lays on her face, covering her mouth and nose. Every expression of submission, lust, and desperation hardens your cock. None match her unflinching smile while she lathers your sack in attention and spit.

Though her voice is muffled by your sack, she whimpers anyway, “Pwease, Master, cahn, I suck yow cock? So… yummy, mmnh.” She lets each ball pop out of her mouth slowly, lines of drool connecting them to her glistening lips.

On this small hunt, Yujin’s hand snakes towards your groin, but you don’t plan on letting Yujin wring your balls dry so easily; you swat her hand away. “Ah-ah. You said you’d be a good girl.”

Yujin’s head drops in shame, her apology barely audible.

“What was that? Speak up,” you demand.

She takes a deep breath before speaking louder. “I’m sorry, sir.”

You place your palm gently on top of her head, relishing the softness of her fur beneath your fingertips. “What a good little puppy!” You say it with a hint of scorn, just the way she likes it - you can tell by the way she shivers in anticipation. Your voice turns serious. “If you want a treat, you have to earn it, right?”

Yujin nods eagerly, her eyes still downcast.

“Let’s make sure you remember your tricks first.”

With hopeful anticipation, she looks back up at you. It has been months since you’ve gone through this routine, the times the two of you delved deeper into this kink. When you first broached the subject, Yujin had played coy, but she took to it so naturally. And now, she’s back in character perfectly. You run your hand through her hair, scratching behind her ear like an indulgent owner would for their well-behaved pet. Yujin leans into your touch, panting softly in contentment as she nuzzles against your hand.

“Sit,” you order.

Your obedient pet Yujin complies at once and sits upright on her haunches. Her posture is impeccable, with knees pressed together, hands neatly resting on her thighs, and back straight as a rod. You hold out your hand with the palm facing up, and she eagerly places her chin in it. As she gazes up at you with adoration and trust shining in her eyes, you can’t help but feel a sense of pride and ownership over this beautiful creature. It’s moments like these that make you believe she was truly made for this canine role.

“Stay,” you command, your intense gaze bearing down on Yujin. She fights to remain motionless, every muscle in her body trembling. But she is not a perfectly trained robot; sometimes a bratty, needy side emerges from within her. Rising from the bed, sheets rustling underneath you, you hold out your cock in front of her face. As if to say, look, here’s the toy, puppy, as if daring her to lick it. You could thrust it into her mouth like a gloryhole and she wouldn’t even flinch. But that’s not why you’re here. You’re testing her. As if sensing your thoughts, she parts her lips slightly and you can practically smell the saliva building up in her mouth. Not good enough. In response, you smack her face with your hard length, the sound reverberating through the room. “Stay means stay,” you remind her firmly.

She takes a deep, shuddering breath and squeezes her eyes shut, fighting to regain control over her body. After a few moments, she steadies herself and stares straight ahead, ignoring the throbbing member in front of her with impressive discipline.

You run your fingers through the soft fur of her head and praise her, “Such a good girl.” With your other hand, you hold out your palm and command, “Paw.” Yujin doesn’t hesitate; she places her paw gently in your hand and allows you to shake it. A small smile tugs at the corners of your mouth as you see how easily she follows your commands. “And now, roll over.”

Yujin’s cheeks flush a bright shade of pink as she gets onto all fours before she rolls onto her back, fully exposing herself to you. The warm morning sunlight streams through the bedroom window, highlighting every curve and dip of her flawless skin. Her wet pussy is on full display, inviting and tempting you further. Every subtle movement of her hips captivates you as she meets your gaze with adoration and devotion shining in her eyes. A shy grin plays on her lips, but there is no doubt: Yujin loves being your devoted puppy, always eager to please and serve you in any way possible.

Yujin lies sprawled out on the cool, hardwood floor of your bedroom, her body aching with desire. Her thighs are parted wide, exposing her glistening, craving pussy to you. The scent of arousal fills the air as she squirms impatiently, her clit protruding from its hood in a swollen and red state. You can see the evidence of hours of teasing and foreplay in the puffy, engorged state of her labia. As you lean down and run your fingertips over the softness of her inner thighs, Yujin shudders under your touch, her muscles tensing and trembling with pleasure.

“Such a good girl. Just a few more, then you get your treat,” you whisper, your voice low and seductive. “On your feet, puppy,” you say, accompanied by a finger gesture.

Yujin rises gracefully, her arms lifting high above her head and crossing at the wrists. As she arches her back, pushing out her chest, she bites her lip and gazes at you with an intense longing. You come closer. As you cup her breast gently in your hand, Yujin shudders under your touch. To your caress, she arches deeper while she presses herself into your palm. Her body silently pleads for release from the building tension within her—she’s not so silent. You continue to massage and explore her soft flesh, feeling the heat radiating from every inch of her skin. When you pinch her nipple between thumb and forefinger or knead the pliant tissue beneath your fingers, Yujin lets out soft whimpers.

Her nipples are hard as diamonds, and a hair’s trigger away from causing another orgasm so soon with their sensitivity. They look delectable and you can’t resist giving them the attention they deserve. It’s also practice for when Yujin is pregnant, as you plan on sucking on them regularly then. Your lips start at her collarbone, eliciting moans from Yujin, before moving down to dive into the valley of her cleavage. You kiss and nip at the pale, sensitive skin of her tits before finally reaching her buds. You lose track of time as you lavish attention on Yujin’s breasts, slicking them with your saliva until she looks like she’s about to pass out in pleasure—the puppy truly is so sensitive there. But she stands strong for you, eager for more.

“Oh, god,” you murmur huskily, your voice dripping with desire as you imagine Yujin’s full, milk-filled breasts in your hands. “I can’t wait to see them when you’re pregnant. So much milk, so juicy and ripe.” A smile spreads across Yujin’s face at your words, her eyes shimmering with a combination of desire and love for you. You clear your throat. “Now, bow.”

With practiced grace, she drops to her knees and bows her head in submission, her forehead touching the ground. Her long hair tumbles around her face, tickling her flushed cheeks. As she lifts her head to peek up at you through her thick lashes, a slight smile plays on her lips. She is proud of herself for remembering all the tricks, but her expression is still pleading for more.

“Mmm, turn around. All fours. One last time.”

She complies, getting onto all fours and arching her back to present her ass to you. Her legs spread wider, revealing the slick pink folds of her pussy, glistening with moisture and awaiting your touch. For further measure, with one hand on each cheek, she pulls apart the mounds of her ass to expose her tight puckered asshole. Her juices flow freely down her thighs, leaving a trail on the hardwood floor beneath her as she quivers with anticipation.

“Well done,” you praise, lowering yourself to the cool floor to caress Yujin’s head, back, and firm ass. You run both your index and middle fingers along her slick slit, feeling the heat emanating from her core. With two fingertips against her entrance, you spread open her folds to inspect how ready she is for you before pushing in. Yujin moans and grinds her hips against your hand, craving more of your touch. You chuckle and withdraw your fingers from your girlfriend’s dripping pussy; they glisten with her sweet nectar as you hold them up for her to see, like delicate strands of silk. You’d say she’s ready.

She whimpers at the sudden lack of touch and watches intently as you lift your slick-covered digits to her nostrils. She inhales deeply, bites her lower lip, and squirms, her breathing ragged and quick.

“Does my little pup enjoy the scent of her own arousal?” you ask, a smug grin on your face. “That’s the smell of a fertile bitch, eager to be bred.”

Yujin eagerly nods her head, her eyes shining with desire as she opens her mouth, inviting you to let her lick your fingers clean.

You smirk at the display of submission; it sends a thrill down your spine, a jolt straight to your cock. “Beg like a good dog,” you command, “then you can have my fingers to suck on.”

After a deep breath, she barks like a loyal canine, then whimpers in need. Her voice is barely audible as she pleads for what she desires. “Please,” she begs, her words coming out in soft whines like a dog begging for scraps. “Master, can I please suck on your fingers? I need it so badly.” You let out a small chuckle at her plea, knowing that Yujin has been eagerly awaiting this moment. You smear some of her juices onto her cheek, causing her to instinctively try and lick them off but she quickly restrains herself.

You shake your head and tut disapprovingly, making a mental note to be stricter with Yujin during her training sessions. “Not quite good enough,” you reprimand her lightly. Tears begin to prick at the corners of Yujin’s eyes at your rejection and she sniffs back a sob. “Master…” she starts again, only to have her voice break off into whimpers and heavy breathing. “P-please let me taste myself on your fingers. I know I’ve been a dirty whore but you take such good care of me and my needy pussy. And I-I’m sorry for making a mess on your fingers but please, please let me clean them.” Her words are rushed and desperate as she begs for your approval.

You’re amazed at how well Yujin can act in these moments, pulling out all the stops to get what she wants. You suppose the intense teasing and edging you subject her to only adds to the sincerity in her words. Finally, you hold your fingers out to her, tracing teasing circles on her lips. Yujin obediently parts her mouth and takes your digits inside, her tongue swirling and dancing along the surface with eager diligence. She sucks harder, hollowing her cheeks and drawing your fingers deeper, until a low moan escapes from deep within her throat, causing a pleasurable vibration against your skin. Her gag reflex kicks in when the knuckles of your fist brush against the soft palate of her mouth, but she pushes through it, determined to please you.

As you slowly withdraw your fingers from her quivering, red lips, a slick sound echoes throughout the room. Your eyes are dark with hunger as you gaze down at Yujin, who looks up at you with adoration and submission. “How does your sweet pussy taste today, my little puppy?” you ask in a low, commanding voice.

Her breath hitches at your words, her eyes fluttering shut before she responds, “It tastes so good, Master, thank you, thank you. My pussy is always fresh and sweet for you.”

You take a moment to taste her yourself and confirm her words—she’s right. You continue. “You don’t look satisfied. What is it that you really want?”

Her hand trembles as she reaches out to touch yours. “Please, sir,” she begs in a hushed tone, “knock me up. I want your cum inside me so badly.” Her cheeks flush with arousal as she continues, “I know I can be a naughty puppy sometimes, but my pussy is dripping wet and begging for every drop of your seed. I need to be bred by your big and thick cock… by my perfect Master’s cock. It’s unmatched and I couldn’t even imagine wanting anyone else.”

Yujin’s grip on your hand tightens and her entire body quivers with anticipation, her eyes widening and mouth slightly agape as she takes deep breaths. She may look like a mess right now, but she’s your mess and you love every inch of her in this moment.

Her breath catches in her throat as she confesses, her voice trembling with raw desire. “You’re all I ever think about when I touch myself,” she admits, the words pouring out of her in a torrent of pure desperation. “And I always pretend it’s you who brings me pleasure, not my stupid toys when you’re away at work.” A deep blush spreads across her cheeks as she continues, “You own me, Master… and you own my pussy. Please cum inside me and make it yours forever.”

Yujin falls silent after her confession, her face beet red. But she can’t tear her gaze away from yours, as if seeking your approval and permission for her deepest desires.

“Yujin, puppy, are you sure? Once I breed you, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop breeding you.” A wicked smile crosses your face as you continue, “I’m going to fuck you raw every single day and make sure to get you pregnant with my pups. It’s going to be nonstop baby-making from now on. Do you understand?”

Yujin nods, her messy hair bouncing around as she lets out a small bark of excitement. Her big eyes are wide and pleading, begging for your touch.

You coo softly, a smile playing on your lips as you stroke Yujin’s head with affection. You reach over the side of the bed and retrieve the familiar black leather collar, adorned with the word “Puppy.” Yujin’s eyes light up at the sight of her reward, and she sits patiently as you slip it around her neck, locking it in place.

“From now on, you’re not just wearing the collar at home anymore,” you explain. “But that doesn’t matter right? You’re my breedslut, so I might as well keep you leashed to the bed.”

Yujin shivers at the idea, and you can feel your desire growing as your fingers brush against her skin. Gripping her hair firmly, you yank her head upward, making sure her gaze remains locked on yours.

“This means you belong to me at all times, Yujin,” you growl. “You are mine, and no one else’s. Do you understand?”

Release your grip, and Yujin sinks back down to her knees in front of your erection standing tall. You’ve never seen her so nervous about giving you head, but her determination is evident. She opens her pretty, plump lips to reveal the pink interior of her warm mouth, but all you feel is warm breaths.

Yujin moves closer to you, her body radiating heat and anticipation as she guides your throbbing cock toward her lips with a gentle hand at its base. She gives the head a teasing kiss before taking it into her mouth, eliciting a deep, primal moan from deep within your throat.

As she sucks you off, you can feel her soft, wet tongue swirling and spiraling around your shaft, coaxing every last drop of pleasure from you. Every now and then, she comes up for air with a gasp, before eagerly diving back down to continue pleasuring you. Yujin is a true cocksucker, and she loves every second of it. Her eyes water as she deepthroats your cock with determination, refusing to stop even as it triggers her gag reflex.

“Such a good girl,” you say, running your fingers through her hair as you thrust deeper into her throat. “You’re my obedient little puppy, aren’t you?”

Yujin’s eyes roll back in ecstasy as she feels your cock filling her mouth and pushing against the back of her throat. With strings of saliva connecting her lips to your cockhead, she looks up at you with a mix of desire and submission.

“Yes, I’m your good puppy,” she says in a raspy voice, still gagging on your cock, a few nervous giggles, a few woofs for good measure, even as tears run down her cheeks. “I’m your slutty little puppy girl, and I love your cock and I need your cock and I’m going to suck it forever.” And she’s back to work, sucking and licking and gagging on your dick as if this is the only thing that matters to her in life.

Yujin’s technique is nothing short of impressive, utilizing all of her skills to bring you closer to the peak. Every move is calculated and precise, expertly designed to pleasure you in ways you’ve never experienced before. You firmly hold her head down, using her as your own personal fleshlight as you give rough thrusts into her warm, welcoming mouth. Yujin struggles for air but never pulls away, fully submitting to your desires. Her delicate hands reach up to massage your balls, adding an electrifying sensation to the already intense experience.

You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the brink, ready to explode down her throat at any moment. However, despite your animalistic instincts, every neuron firing within you is focused on breeding rather than covering her face and tongue with your seed. You know that it would be a waste to release such high-quality, potent cum anywhere other than inside her womb. Your rational brain understands this logic, even as your body screams for release.

Yujin will have plenty of time in her life to service you with her mouth; for now, her womb is more valuable in housing your powerful seed. Both your mind and body are in agreement on what they want - and right now, it’s nowhere near Yujin’s throat. As she continues to suckle on your throbbing member, you pull away from her grasp. Your hips ache with desire and a sense of incompleteness without Yujin’s perfect mouth pleasuring you, yet the rush of power coursing through your body is almost intoxicating.

“Puppy, on the bed. Now.”

Yujin scrambles to her feet, climbs onto the mattress. “What position, Master? Where do you want me?”

“On your back,” you growl, pulling Yujin by her hair onto the bed so that her body is flat against the soft sheets. Her head falls onto the pillows behind her as she looks up at you with wide, waiting eyes.“Good girl. Now lift your legs and spread them wide for me.”

She immediately obeys, bending her knees and exposing her wet slit to you. You take her ankles and bring them behind her head, folding the girl in half so that you can truly mate-press her, pin her down with your body weight. Her pussy lips are engorged and puffy, and her clitoris protrudes from beneath the hood, throbbing with arousal. She opens her pretty labia wider with two fingers. The pink hole looks small enough that you would be unsure how you’d fit, even though you’ve fit in there plenty of times, more than you can count.

“L-look, at it, D-Daddy,” Yujin stutters. “You’re not just my Master, you’re gonna be m-my Daddy, too.”

With a low growl, you press your aching cock against Yujin’s slick entrance. “You want it that bad? Beg for it.”

Yujin whimpers and bucks her hips, trying to get more of you inside her. Yujin’s voice fills with needy pleading. “Daddy, please, I’ll do anything for you. Please, I need your cock more than anything.”

“Anything?” you ask, your smirk widening.

Yujin nods eagerly, her hips bucking against yours. “Yes Master, anything! I’ll do whatever you want. Just breed me like the slutty little puppy I am.”

A wicked thought crosses your mind as you watch her squirm beneath you. “What if I tie you up like this and leave you here, completely at my mercy? You’ll be spread open and exposed, unable to move until I decide to fill you.”

Yujin gasps and moans at the idea, her body trembling with excitement. “Oh god, yes! Please do that! I’ll be your fleshlight, whenever, always, please, just cum in me right now!”

An evil grin spreads across your face as you thrust into her harder, reveling in the power and control you have over her.

You slide your cock into her slowly, savoring every inch of her tightness. Her warmth envelopes you and it feels like heaven subverting God in its perfection.

Yujin’s breath catches in her throat as she feels you finally sink deep inside of her, a long, primal moan escaping her lips. Her body trembles with pleasure and relief as she cries out, “Yes Daddy, I need to be bred!” With each thrust, she lifts her hips off the bed in search of more depth.

But you take control, refusing to let her dictate the pace. Your movements are strong and forceful, slamming into her again and again, igniting screams of ecstasy from her throat. “You’re a breeding slut,” you growl as you continue to drive into her slick heat. “My breeding slut. Mine.” Her body quivers with each powerful thrust, unable to resist your dominance.

With a firm grasp on her ankles, you pull Yujin’s legs down to either side of your body, opening her up completely for your pleasure. Her tight pussy squeezes around you with each thrust, driving you wild with desire. “When your breasts are swollen and full,” you whisper in her ear, “I’ll milk them like a cow and make you drink your own cream.”

Her mouth falls open in bliss as she listens to your dirty talk. “Oh god yes!” she cries, her eyes rolling back in pure ecstasy. “Master, please breed me! Milk me! N-need it, so, so bad, mmfh, fuck!”

With each forceful thrust, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoes throughout the room. Waves of pleasure course through both your bodies as you ravage her cunt without mercy. The sight of her spread open and vulnerable beneath you is almost overwhelming. To distract yourself from the intensity, you roughly slap and squeeze her breasts, relishing in the satisfying jiggles and leaving red marks in their wake. “Puppy loves being punished, doesn’t she?” you taunt, reveling in her screams of pleasure mixed with pain.

As her moans crescendo and transform into frenzied screams, you instinctively cover her mouth, despite earlier boasts of being as loud as you both want. Seeing your girlfriend in such a state of ecstasy (eyes rolled back in pleasure or perhaps lack of oxygen) ignites your own desire. Determined to prolong this moment, you abruptly pull out and flip her over onto all fours. For a puppy like Yujin, what other position would be more fitting?

Without hesitation, you plunge back inside her from behind, causing her to cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. The new angle allows for deeper penetration, her walls constricting around you in a tight embrace. With one hand gripping her hip and the other tangled in her hair, you claim her as yours by bending over and sinking your teeth into the soft flesh of her neck. Her skin turns from its usual pale hue to a rosy pink or fiery red as you mark her with rough fingers and sharp slaps to her ass. A mixture of sensations floods Yujin’s body as she arches against you in submission.

Yujin meets your every movement with equal passion, pushing back against your length, as much as it may split her in half. Her arms give out and she collapses onto the bed as multiple waves of orgasm wash over her, until the metaphor spills out of her pussy in squirts. You have to pause for a moment and pull away from her tight heat to let her fully experience the intense pleasure engulfing her. Her thighs tremble and she struggles for breath, completely undone by your touch. And yet, this surrender to primal desires is nothing short of magic or art or beauty. She falls. Unwound, on her stomach, you give her as many moments as she needs. As she looks back at you through heavy-lidded eyes, a contented smile graces her lips.

It is necessarily true that humans have evolved a set number of genes that govern their physical form, and this number remains fairly consistent across different populations. However, there are exceptions: A 2015 analysis of DNA sequencing data found that the total number of human genes is not fixed, but varies depending on population, age, sex, diet, and other environmental factors. This finding is consistent with recent work that has demonstrated that the genetic code of a given cell is not static—instead, it changes slightly over time, as new mutations occur and older ones fade away. These mutations can affect the expression of certain proteins or alter the structure of certain RNA strands, thereby affecting how the gene is expressed and what function(s) the protein encoded by the gene fulfills. In short, our genomes evolve over time, and the process is not entirely random.

Humans have been around for thousands of generations, and yet they still exist today. Why do we believe that this pattern will continue for the foreseeable future when in reality, nothing is guaranteed? Evolutionary biologists have proposed a number of hypotheses regarding this question, including that humans are uniquely adaptable to environmental challenges and thus able to survive longer than many other species, and that our brains allow us to create tools that protect us from predators and disease. However, it is possible that these explanations are simply wrong. Perhaps humans were always meant to live forever. Maybe evolution made it so that we never grow old and die, and that death itself was merely an illusion created by our minds to keep us focused on surviving rather than procreating. Or maybe we will simply cease to exist someday. As long as chance determines our fate, we may never know for certain. But what remains clear is that relying on natural selection or external forces is not enough—we must actively make decisions in accordance with our individual interests.

This is not just abstract philosophy. This is the mindset you adopt as you forcefully drive your raw cock into Yujin’s dripping-wet pussy, her body responding eagerly to your every thrust. With her submissive form lying beneath you, legs wrapped tightly around your waist, you have complete control over the pace and depth of your lovemaking. And as much as you enjoy taking her from behind, this is the best way to ensure the creampie takes. It’s in your best interests. For the future’s best interest.

We do not dwell on hunger pangs or fatigue, nor do we dwell on the satisfaction of satiation; we do not dwell upon the emptiness we feel after a good orgasm, because we assume that it was merely a temporary state, one which we must return from eventually. This mindset is what allows humans to achieve great feats, but also holds us back from reaching our full potential. When we fail, we often place blame on ourselves and our own perceived inadequacies, rather than acknowledging external factors. And when we succeed, we often underestimate our own abilities and attribute it to mere luck. This is the complex nature of human existence—the ability to push past pain and discomfort, to push ourselves beyond our limits without fear of consequences. It is a gift bestowed upon us by our biology and has enabled countless achievements that would otherwise be deemed impossible.

As you enter Yujin’s tight and hot pussy, it feels as though it was custom-made for your cock. The fact that such a small and delicate thing can fit perfectly around you is a gift in itself. And despite having been with many women before, none have been as willing or enthusiastic as Yujin. Her moans fill the room with each thrust, her cries of pleasure echoing off the walls. You no longer care about being discreet. Let them hear. This is your bond, the mother-to-be of your children, irrevocably yours.

Yujin’s voice, strained and desperate, begs for you to breed her. Her arousal is evident in the way she teeters on the edge of climax so soon after her last. But you know all the ways to push her over the brink, and this is your favorite. Slowly, deliberately, you draw out each pump of your hips, driving her insane with anticipation. With one hand, you reach between her legs and toy with her clit, rubbing circles over the swollen bud and teasing it relentlessly. Your other hand wraps around her smooth neck, squeezing just enough to restrict her breathing as you pound into her desperately. She whimpers and whines, struggling for air, her wide eyes staring up at you in shock.

“I’m going to knock you up, puppy,” you growl into Yujin’s ear. Her body trembles with ecstasy as your cock thrusts deep within her, giving no mercy as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure racks through her, legs kicking wildly.

Humans are social creatures, defined by communication, which most commonly takes the form of exchange: exchange of ideas between individuals—we invented language for it—exchange of goods or resources, even exchange of genetic information through intercourse. This is the fundamental mechanism by which our species has survived and thrived for thousands of generations. Of course, exchange itself begets more exchange. For instance, offering food to someone may result in them giving you food back the next day, while giving advice can earn you gratitude and offers of assistance. In sexual relationships, this reciprocity can take the form of mutual pleasure and sharing intimacy. However, at times, the balance of power can become unequal and one-sided. You tighten your grip around Yujin’s neck, cutting off her air supply as she gasps and wheezes beneath you with wild eyes. At that moment, you have complete control over her and plenty of DNA to put inside her. Less girlfriend, more of a mere receptacle, Yujin lays limp in your arms. You feel closer to her than ever before while you build towards your own release.

Releasing your hold on her neck, she takes in deep breaths—her chest heaving with each labored inhale. Yet even these breaths are taken from her as you steal them back with kisses before finally consummating the act. Through it all, Yujin smiles against your lips—the roughness and love intertwining in a beautiful dichotomy that continues to prove false in practice. No need for words as she tells you how much she loves you, how much you love her. It is an unspoken bond between lovers, solidified in moments like these.

As you feel yourself reaching the edge of climax, your body tenses with anticipation. The sweet ache in your loins intensifies as you know that Yujin’s womb is aching to be filled with your potent seed, yearning for your offering, your gift to her. The scent of arousal fills the air, mingling with the sound of heavy breathing and skin slapping against skin. You are on the brink of eruption when suddenly, without warning, you feel her body spasm violently beneath you—exchange begets exchange—and her walls clench as though she’s out for every last drop of your load. And if she’s not out for that, at least she’s out—there is not a thought left on Yujin’s face, eyes crossed, her lips curled into a blissfully stupid grin as the euphoria of her climax consumes her completely, washing away all rationality and replacing it with pure ecstasy. Try as you may to hold back, there’s no stopping the freight train. Your own mind burns with the image of her face, knowing that this is the moment your child will be conceived. With one final thrust, you surrender completely to the waves of pleasure crashing through you both.

Yujin’s body continues to ride out the aftershocks, her walls clenching tightly around you as you fill her with your hot load. Your seed coats her insides, painting them with thick jets of sticky white liquid. She milks every last drop from your shaft as you convulse violently, lost in the throes of pure bliss. All other thoughts fade away as her pussy becomes your entire world, drowning out everything else.

In this moment, you imagine a future where Yujin remains your devoted pet forever. The thought fills your heart with joy and you know it will soon become reality. You will breed her until she is heavy with pups, and then do it again and again until… there is no until. This is your destiny, and nothing could make you happier.

As Yujin whimpers and nuzzles against you in post-orgasmic bliss, you cradle her close, stroking her hair and whispering soft words of comfort into her ear. “You’re going to be such a good mommy,” you groan, a swell of pride washing over you like the sunrise. And in this moment, you imagine a future where you could stay inside Yujin forever.

Before she relaxes, Yujin gestures towards the nightstand drawer and you rummage through it until you find a small dildo. She takes it from you and pushes it into her still-quivering pussy alongside your softening cock. It’s a tight and intense sensation, but one that you enjoy knowing that you are still locked inside her. You smile down at Yujin lovingly, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

“Good thinking,” you murmur, “we need to keep your pussy plugged tight so my seed can take hold.”

This detail may not have been mentioned in any books about conception, but you find yourself laughing and going along with it anyway. As your mind wanders to how important this is for Yujin (and how turned on she must be), you consider taking advantage of her other free hole despite your body tingling from the most intense climax of your life. But you decide to save that for another time.

As your shared exertions begin to subside, your bodies relax against each other. Yujin’s breathing slows as she drifts off into exhaustion. You finally pull out, but keep the toy in place to ensure none of your precious semen escapes. Finding a pair of panties nearby, you use them to secure the toy before covering Yujin with the blankets. You slip beneath the covers as well, pulling her close and holding her protectively until she falls asleep.

“I love you so much,” you whisper, planting a gentle kiss on Yujin’s temple before drifting off beside her, basking in the warm glow of the morning light. In this moment, you feel fulfilled and content in ways that words cannot express. You’ve never been happier or felt more alive. And wrapped in the arms of your perfect puppy girlfriend, soon to be your wife and the mother of your child, you know that this is where you belong, with many more days like this yet to come.

With that comforting thought in mind, sleep claims you both.

✦✧✦✧✦✧

As consciousness slowly seeps into your mind, you are greeted by the sound of slurping and wet warmth between your legs. Your eyes flutter open to see Yujin kneeling beside the bed, her lips wrapped around your cock. In her hand is the smaller dildo from earlier in the morning; on the floor underneath her is a larger silicone dildo with a suction base, which she’s slowly bouncing on. The scent of sex fills the room, accompanied by the soft moans coming from Yujin’s lips, received in vibrations by your member.

She sucks back and forth between the smaller dildo in her hand and your cock, as if cleaning both with fervent desire. Her taste buds must be bombarded with the flavors of dried cum and her own nectar, yet she continues to suck on both like candy. Despite having barely been asleep for two hours, your girlfriend seems to possess boundless energy.

“What are you doing?” you murmur groggily, rubbing sleep from your eyes. Glancing at the clock, you realize it’s not even noon yet. You must have only drifted off a couple of hours ago—but it seems like Yujin was too aroused to let you get any decent rest. The consequences of keeping her on edge for so long.

Setting aside the smaller dildo, Yujin pulls her lips away from your member momentarily, a strand of saliva connecting her mouth to your glistening cockhead. Her eyes sparkle mischievously as she says in a bratty tone, “Master, you promised me that you were going to breed me!”

A smirk crosses your face as you reply, “I did.”

“Nuh-uh,” she retorts. “I won’t believe it until I feel your baby growing inside my belly.” A devilish grin spreads across her face. “So until then, I’m not letting go of your cock!” With a playful giggle, she resumes pleasuring you orally while riding the dildo at the same pace. As her mouth goes down on your cock, she takes the toy deeper into herself.

You can’t help but agree with her logic—even with all day and all weekend, breaks for basic needs like eating and using the bathroom are inevitable. Might as well start now. Plus, Yujin looks so damn cute with her mouth full of your meat. It makes you want to cum in her throat just for being so adorable.

Your hand reaches down to stroke her hair, gently guiding her movements. “That feels good, Yujin. But just so you know, I plan on cumming in your pussy again, not your stomach.”

She nods with your shaft still between her lips, murmuring, “Yes, Daddy,” before returning to fervently sucking and stroking your length.

A content smile spreads across your face as you lean back against the pillows. Watching Yujin pleasure herself on your cock reminds you that this is exactly how things are meant to be between the two of you: Her worshiping your cock with her skilled mouth; you reveling in the sight and sensation. There is, of course, one more hole you’d like to fill while you’re still in bed, but it can wait till after breakfast. For now, you’re happy to let your girlfriend suck away.

The blowjob feels incredible—her mouth is so soft and hot that you can hardly stand it. Your fingers thread through her hair as you encourage her to bob down further and further onto your length each time. Even with the intensity of your last orgasm, you’re renewed by the sheer force of her devotion, ever a smile curling up at the corner of your lips as her eyes water with the effort of taking more of you into her throat. Yujin gags, her body convulsing as the tip of your shaft hits the back of her throat, but she refuses to stop, determined to swallow your entire length into her mouth and beyond—she loves it, craves it, needs it.

In a way, oral sex is evolutionary cheating: A female’s reproductive tract is optimized for conception, which requires a relatively high amount of energy to maintain, but oral stimulation doesn’t result in pregnancy; it’s a waste of energy. Thus, it makes little sense biologically for females to enjoy giving oral sex, but at least in the example on her knees, they love it more than the world. You watch in awe as she sucks you off, her eyes closed in concentration as she focuses all her attention on pleasuring your manhood. She moans softly, her tongue caressing the underside of your shaft while she continues to suckle, licking every inch of you. Her technique is flawless, and she knows it—she knows that every movement, every flick of her tongue sends shivers of pleasure up your spine, and she relishes the fact that you can barely contain yourself from cumming right in her mouth. She wants it badly, too—you can tell by the way she keeps looking up at you with those wide puppy eyes, pleading silently as if to say “please cum in my mouth, Daddy, I want to taste it, to eat it. We can keep breeding later, but I need this right now.”

You can tell that she’s not going to let up until you finish in her mouth, so there’s no point in trying to hold on. You let yourself fall over the precipice, and you groan loudly, your hips jerking forward involuntarily as you erupt, shooting hot jets of your semen straight down into her stomach, as her own orgasm hits her hard—she’s already so turned on that the feeling of your seed splattering into her stomach sets off her own climax immediately after yours, and her body shakes and trembles.

You pull out from her mouth with a wet pop, your cock slick with saliva as it slips free—it’s hard again already. Yujin is panting heavily, her body flushed pink from arousal and exertion. Her eyes are wide and bright, and they’re locked onto you, watching every little motion you make as if afraid to miss a single thing.

“Yujin. We’re getting lunch. Then we’re fucking in the kitchen.” She beams and jumps up, excited to follow your orders. You smile to yourself; she’s such a silly girl sometimes. But you wouldn’t trade her for anything in the world.

You get out of the bed. “Come on, pup.”

Yujin follows after you eagerly, imagine a wagging tail behind her, and you both head downstairs to the kitchen.

In Motion

Jisoo flows through various yoga poses with grace and strength, her toned body clad in form-fitting pants. Despite the late hour, you made an exception for Jisoo tonight; she’s worth it. As she holds a challenging lunge, her thighs quivering from the effort, you admire her determination - one of the reasons why you cleared your schedule for this session. Besides, it’s technically Saturday now, so staying up to watch her is justifiable since you’d be working at home anyway. It definitely has nothing to do with wanting to appreciate the curve of her hips, or the arch of her back, or the way her ponytail sways as she moves into different positions, revealing the elegant line of her neck. Definitely not. Who would stay up this late just to watch someone sweat? Or to admire the sight of them in a sports bra, revealing their cleavage? Certainly not you.

“I saw that you landed that yoga sponsorship. It suits you perfectly,” you comment, catching a whiff of her jasmine-scented shampoo as she walks by for weighted squats. Your eyes linger on her backside before you correct her form.

A thin layer of sweat glistens on Jisoo’s forehead after finishing a set. “Thank you!” she pants, her chest rising and falling with exertion. “I never thought I’d be working out this late.” Her laughter fills the room and warms your heart.

The distant rumble of a sports car breaks your focus. Living just steps away from Elysium Fitness, these interruptions are common in such an expensive neighborhood. “Don’t worry about him. Just showing off,” you reassure Jisoo with a smile, and she chuckles in response.

As the night wears on, the bright white lights are replaced with warmer, softer lamps that are easier on the eyes. But the harsh lights of the city at night still seep through, casting a neon glow over everything. Your breathing matches the thuds of feet and weights hitting the floor as you both lie on mats for core work. You guide Jisoo through planks and leg raises until you’re both exhausted. With each movement, her top rides up and exposes more of her toned abs, testing your self-control. You’ve worked with plenty of beautiful actresses and models with stunning bodies, but there’s something about Jisoo that sets her apart.

During a break to sip water, Jisoo offers you a taste of her strawberry-flavored drink. The sweetness catches you off guard and elicits another giggle from her. Her laughter quickens your pulse in a way no workout ever could.

“Rough day on set?” you ask.

She lets out a sigh. Sitting on the floor, she leans back and supports herself with her arms behind her. Her chest rises and falls, covered in sweat. “Not just work,” she responds. “I broke up with him.”

Your eyes widen in surprise. “Really? Isn’t he still your co-star?”

“Yep.” She pops her lips, and you nod sympathetically at the awkwardness of the situation.

As you help her up after a strenuous set, your hands brush against her stomach and back. At that moment, your eyes meet hers in an intense gaze as she leans into you for support. Company policy strictly forbids personal involvement with clients, but denying Jisoo is impossible. The city lights seem to dance across her glistening skin, mixing with the scent of her perfume.

“I’m here whenever you want to talk,” you offer, gently massaging the tension from her shoulders as she relaxes into your touch. “You know I’m ready to help with whatever I can.”

She takes a deep breath before responding. “I know. That’s why I like you.” Your heart skips a beat at her words, and time seems to stand still as the sounds of your exertion fade away.

You try not to gulp. “You know, I actually have my massage license. So if you need me to work out anything else… promise I won’t charge extra.”

Jisoo stays still for a moment, then nods. “I think I like the sound of that.”

Together, the two of you walk towards the massage rooms. The gym is quiet and empty at this late hour, a stark contrast to its usual bustling energy during peak hours. As you enter, the sounds of grunting and heavy breathing are replaced by soft jazz music playing from the speakers. You close and lock the door behind you for privacy, even though it’s unlikely that anyone will disturb you in this peaceful haven.

But then you remember and go back to lock the door. “Hey, if you want to change in the locker room—”

“Keep it locked.”

The air is thick with tension as you wait for her to undress, every part of your body buzzing with anticipation. She begins by removing her shoes, then slowly pulls down her pants, revealing long and toned legs. It feels like she’s putting on a show for you, yet she still blushes and you look away out of respect. Her sports bra is the last thing to come off; you bite your cheek to avoid staring as she hands it over without meeting your gaze. Now wearing only a pair of panties, Jisoo lays face down on the table with a heavy sigh.

You start massaging her shoulders, feeling the gentle give of the springs beneath her weight. Your hands continue to move lower until they reach the small of her back where you pause for a moment, taking in a deep breath. You catch a whiff of sweat mixed with jasmine from her shampoo and a hint of strawberries from her flavored water. Her skin glistens with perspiration and you quickly grab some massage oil from the cupboard, generously pouring it onto your hands before returning to her. The shine of her fair skin, now glimmering with oil and muscle definition, has your breath catching in your throat. You continue kneading, now using oil to glide your hands all over her back, shoulders, neck—and you think you can hear her moaning softly, like a contented purr.

She turns over onto her back, exposing even more of herself to you. At first, she covers her breasts with one arm and avoids your gaze. But then she relaxes and lets her arms rest by her sides. Her breasts are small but perky and enticing. Her nipples are firm. You squirt out some more oil, slowly gliding it up and down her arms and legs until they shine in the warm dim light.

Jisoo lets out a soft moan as your skilled hands work their way deeper, releasing any tension or stress she may have had. It’s almost like a mockery to her, the way you only touch her limbs. Your gaze wanders over her body, tracing curves that you’ve only ever imagined caressing before. She tilts her back slightly, seemingly inviting you to explore her chest. But you resist, choosing instead to focus on her shoulders, collarbones, and sides—purposely teasing her with your careful touches. You maintain the facade of a professional masseur, suppressing your desires for now.

She turns back onto her stomach and you can’t help but notice how her beautiful butt jiggles slightly as she settles in again.

Once more, you start from her shoulders and work your way down her back. This time, she shudders as you continue massaging downwards, stopping just above the top of her thighs. You lean forward to whisper in her ear, “Would it be okay if I moved a little lower?” Your voice is husky with nervousness and desire as your fingertips brush against the smooth skin above where her panties sit.

She nods slowly, biting her lip nervously as she exhales heavily through clenched teeth. As your hands knead at her thighs, she moans louder this time. “C-can you take off my panties? They’re…starting to feel uncomfortable,” she whispers. Like she’s too embarrassed to admit it aloud.

“Of course,” you say, and your finger hooks into the waistband. Lowering, carefully, you peel her panties down her legs, and watch in awe: her pussy is soaked. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

“Mhm,” she moans, whiny. “Just help me relax, please.”

Without fabric in the way, you can really sink your digits into her backside properly. You can feel every ridge of her spine, every indent of muscle. You start to massage her glutes, circling and kneading them until you find that perfect spot. Her hips buck up involuntarily into your hands, begging for more as you bring relief to her tense body. You can’t deny yourself anymore; your hands slowly creep towards her butt cheeks and then lower still. As you work on her legs, your fingers somehow find their way between them, teasing her inner thighs, earning another moan. The scent of her arousal fills the room, and it’s almost too much for you. But you keep going, kneading, caressing, rubbing away all that pent-up tension. Your heart pounds in your chest as your thumb brushes against her clit, earning a tiny gasp from her lips. She’s wet and hot to the touch.

“How’s that?” you ask quietly.

“Good,” she breathes out between ragged breaths. “So good… keep going.”

That single brush becomes more purposeful, strokes of your fingers along her folds. She grips the edge of the table tightly, trembling under your touch like it’s somewhere between pain and pleasure, but listen to her whimpering—it’s all pleasure, and any pain is at your restraint.

“Please. More.”

You nod, feeling your heart race in your chest. Your fingers find their way to her core and gently part her folds as Jisoo sighs heavily. Her labia is swollen and wet, begging for attention, but you take your time, teasing them with the tip of your index finger before plunging inside her. She cries out softly, arching her back into the table. Your middle finger joins the first one inside her, stretching her tightness with a gentle pressure that she welcomes eagerly. Her mouth falls open in a silent ‘O’ shape and she grinds against your hand, seeking more. You smile against her back as you watch your fingers disappear into her hot, tight heat and begin to move them in and out in slow, steady strokes. Her pussy clenches around them, milking your fingers as you continue massaging her thighs and glutes. You can’t help but taste a droplet of sweat on her skin and lick it clean, savoring the mix of saltiness and jasmine on your tongue.

Jisoo’s moans grow louder now as you work your fingers deeper inside her while still massaging her outer thighs; she trembles under your touch as you apply just enough pressure to hit all the right spots at once. Your other hand reaches up to cup one of her breasts through the oil-covered skin, squeezing and rolling the nipple between your fingers while you pleasure her from below. She gasps at the mix of sensations before coming apart underneath you; warmth seeps through your fingertips as she climaxes hard behind you. Every muscle in her body tenses before relaxing with deep sighs that fill the room. Even then, you don’t stop; instead of slowing down, you continue to stimulate her, not wanting this moment to end. Minutes pass before she starts to calm down, and when she does, she pants heavily with an afterglow that fills the room. Finally, you sit back on the table, looking down at your sexy client as she lies there completely naked before you. She catches her breath raggedly, her chest rising and falling rapidly. You wipe away the remaining oil with a towel, then grab some fresh ones for both of you.

“Thank you, oh, fuck, that was incredible.” She makes eye contact with you. “Can you pass my clothes?”

You hand them over, your hands shaking a little as you watch her dress herself.

Suddenly, Jisoo grabs your hand. “I need to reward you for that.”

“What? No, it’s fine, that was plenty reward—”

But then she pulls you away, and you find yourself whisked through the empty gym once again—as an employee, you know this place like the back of your hand, but you have no idea where she’s taking you.

Whatever you were expecting, it wasn’t Jisoo on your lap while you were sitting on a gym bench in a squat rack. This position isn’t in any of your training programs.

“Wh-why here? If there’s anywhere someone could show up… I mean, there’s always crazy busy bodybuilders…”

“Shh.” Jisoo has a wicked grin. “Just relax.”

If you had to wager a guess, it would be the mirrors—no room has more mirrors than the weight room. And you’re thankful because you get to watch Jisoo work in her tight leggings and her sports bra. Though you’re certain that watching is only secondary to the sensation of it all. Of Jisoo clawing at your sweatpants, rubbing over your bulge. It is a close second, however, seeing the sweat on her tits again, or the curves of her back or her butt.

Jisoo’s kisses are gentle yet demanding, exploring every inch of your neck and chest as she leads the way. Her sweet panting against your skin adds to the forbidden feeling of being in a deserted gym at this hour. You slip your hands into her hair, running your fingers through the soft strands as she takes you deeper into her world with each slow, desperate lick along your muscles. You feel like you’re being worshiped by her tongue, and you wonder how a goddess can worship. Her body presses against yours, grinding against your hardness through the fabric of your sweatpants while she teases you mercilessly. The warmth between her legs beckons you closer as she moans into your neck, inviting you to take what she so clearly wants to give.

Finally, she pulls back and looks up at you with a mix of desire and vulnerability in her eyes. “Please,” she whispers, her voice raw with need. And before you can question it further, she pulls down your sweats and underwear together, freeing your erection from its confines. Her hands wrap around you, stroking slowly to test the waters as they glide up and down your length. You gasp at the sensation of her soft palms on your skin, feeling the calluses from hours of training mixed with her tender touch. Then she kneels down between your legs, pulling you to the edge of the bench with little effort. “You know how long I’ve been wanting to taste this?” Her rhetorical question has you imagining all the times in the past you’ve wanted to fuck her, all the times you’ve wanted to keep her bent over in her yoga pose and slid your cock inside.

You close your eyes as she takes you into her mouth, feeling a rush of pleasure as her warm breath tickles your skin. You grip the bar above her head tightly as she starts to move, her lips sliding up and down your length. You can’t resist leaning back into her touch, enjoying the sensation of her tongue swirling around your head before taking more of you in.

Her hand gently squeezes your balls while the other plays with your perineum, sending waves of pleasure through you. The sounds of her sucking and slurping fill the room, making it difficult to keep quiet. As she gazes up at you with a smirk on her lips every few moments, you feel like the luckiest man alive.

You watch as she admires herself in the mirror while bobbing on your cock. Her eyes never leave yours as she starts to stroke herself through her leggings, the leather creaking beneath you both. “Fuck,” she whispers before looking back up at you with determination. “I want you inside me.”

She stands up and quickly removes her shoes, pants, and underwear. There’s no teasing this time, just raw need and desire in her eyes. You wonder if this gym bench can handle the intensity she’s about to bring. Gripping onto the bars of the squat rack next to you, Jisoo positions herself above you with ease. She spreads saliva over your erection with her small hands, but there is already ample wetness from her own arousal. Slowly inch by inch, she takes all of you inside until she’s completely impaled on your cock. Her arms wrap around your neck and her eyes never leave yours as she moves her hips back and forth in a slow rhythm. The sound of the leather bench creaking only adds to the taboo excitement of the moment.

Her breasts sway with each thrust, brushing against your chest with each movement. You grab one firmly, feeling her nipple harden under your touch as she grinds down on you. Her breath hitches as she looks into your eyes again, both of you consumed by desire. It’s exhilarating to see her like this: uninhibited and craving more.

A glance in the mirror confirms how wild this situation is—the two of you making love in an empty gym late at night—but it only adds to the intensity for both of you. You watch her body move above you with a mix of arousal and pride as her trainer. You know just how much effort she’s put into maintaining her incredible figure, all the hard work and dedication despite her busy schedule and strict diet. And now, that same body is moving around your cock, her labia gripping onto you tightly. You thrust upwards to meet her movements, feeling her tight walls clenching and releasing around your length. Her eyes close as she leans forward, and you and Jisoo kiss passionately.

As you break the kiss, you say, “Show me how well you’ve learned your squats.”

Jisoo smiles. “Of course.” She slides up your cock, which slaps against your abs with a wet noise, covered in her slick. She turns around and gives you a full view of her backside. While you got a decent glimpse of it in the reflections, seeing it in full is like seeing a painting in person. Her neck, her shoulders, the muscles in her back. The hourglass shape along her waist and hips to her toned thighs. They’re enough to end a man with sight alone—and then she lowers herself on your cock once again, riding you reverse cowgirl as you lean back, your hands behind your head, in the sexiest core workout of your life.

She grinds down on you, making you beg for release as her act of worship continues.

Your fingers find their way to her hips, guiding her rhythm as you watch the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen grind on your lap. The sight of her ass cheeks bouncing, the sounds of wet flesh slapping against your cock, it’s all too much. Her eyes flutter shut in pleasure and she tosses her head back, moaning your name loudly in the empty gym. Her movements become faster, and harder against your grasp as she slides up and down your length with ease.

“Fuck,” she gasps between breaths, “you feel so good.” You bite down on your bottom lip hard enough to stifle a groan of approval as she rides you like a champion athlete. “I’m gonna… Fuck!” she shouts, as her legs tremble.

You sit up and wrap your arms around her torso as her body begins to shake, and here, you fuck her through her orgasm. You can see her eyes rolling in the mirror, and by the time your lips are on her neck, you only see the whites. You fondle her breasts, thrust upward into her, and feel her melt into you. “That’s it, cum on my cock.”

Jisoo’s moans get louder and louder. Slick warmth surrounds you as she cums, tightening around your cock. She feels so good that you can’t help but lose control too, though you manage to pull out before you start to pulsate. Regaining some of her awareness, she clasps her thighs together around your shaft, and you pump into the delectable pressure and friction. Fucking her thighs, you spurting and spraying all over her legs, her midriff, and her tits. You can feel her soft pussy lips still throbbing in sympathy, and the two of you ride out your climaxes together for what feels like forever.