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It would be another long week, Jae thought to himself as he half-heartedly packed things into a suitcase. Visiting the family for the holidays was something he had to do every year. They had been going to the farm since he could remember, always in the three or four days surrounding Christmas and always right when he'd love to be at home re-watching all first three seasons of Game of Thrones and partying with his friends on break from school.
But that didn't change the fact that he'd be in the backseat of the car for the 5-hour drive south to their grandparents' farm that very morning. He would still have to endure his sister's music choices or his dad on the cell phone for work - and all for an extra-long weekend with the ENTIRE family.
It wasn't all bad; it was always a blast. Jae was usually just irritable when he anticipated being unable to stretch his legs for that long. The family farm was full of great features and plenty of space for all twenty-some of his family coming in to stay. Their grandfather had done well for himself and had built guest cabins to house each of their children's families, all oriented around an impressive central building for he and their grandmother. The goal was to keep the family returning each year; it had worked like a charm so far.
So, as Jae packed in the car, his younger brother and sister got in the car with their parents and headed for the farm, and he tried to focus on all the good things that would come out of his trip. He was fond of spending time with his cousins with whom he'd so long been close; he'd get quite a bit of relaxation time, and he might even be able to blow off some steam in town with his cousins if they got to feeling rowdy. In particular, his cousin Haerin, who was closest to him in age, was always fun to hang out with. He might be inclined to find her attractive if he weren't her cousin, but he'd tried his best not to think of her that way.
When he arrived at their family's cabin, "Owl Perch," known for the large painting of an owl over the fireplace, he would have been hard-pressed not to find Haerin attractive. Dressed in a white golf shirt and jean shorts, she was positively adorable and just as much so when she came with her breasts bouncing over to the car before Jae could even step out. She sent her greetings, saving the last one for her favorite cousin, Jae. She threw her weight on him a bit more heavily than the rest, greeting him with:
"Jae, I'm willing to bet you need a beer after that drive—" she knew me too well. “Do you mind if I steal Jae from you and we say hi to grandma and grandpa and maybe sneak a beer, Uncle?"
"Sure, Haerin," said Jae's father, "but Jae, you're carrying in your suitcase, I'll leave it out here for you."
"Yes, Pop!" Jae said with a drawl, heading off behind his bubbly little cousin. At 18, she hadn't yet graduated high school, unlike Jae, who was already a sophomore in college. He was willing to bet she would enjoy maintaining her innocence while walking around any college campus with that figure. As do many girls Haerin's age, she had a perky pair of breasts peeking out through the unbuttoned neck of her snug polo. They looked more prominent than he remembered on her tiny frame. She was athletic from her dancing at her high school (yes, naturally, the little brunette was a dancer), but Jae liked to think she hadn't quite taken on the snootiness he was accustomed to like the dancers he had gone to school with. Despite her looks, he truly liked her ability to have fun in any situation and be genuinely interesting.
So while they walked in stride to the "big house," as they'd all taken to calling it, Jae and Haerin began to catch up while Jae recalled what he'd liked so much about his younger cousin. She updated him on everything in her life, mostly typical of a cute, brunette high school dancer, but Jae eagerly took in all her rambling. Haerin did the same thing for Jae, grilling him about what college would be like and whether he had a girlfriend. They eventually said hi to their grandma and grandpa and grabbed that much-needed beer, opting to enjoy it on the massive front porch as they awaited the rest of their relatives. Haerin stretched out her long, thin legs and inadvertently displayed their tanned and toned nature in full to her admittedly affected cousin.
The rest of the family shuffled in little by little, and by early evening, they were gathering in the big house for their kickoff dinner. Jae and Haerin split up at one point to unpack their things and get situated for the week. When he next saw her, it was amongst the hollering youngsters and warm droll of the entire family in the large foyer of the big house. It seemed like it went on forever; there were so many family members and much to catch up on. Yet, after what could have been an hour, their grandmother called for everyone to head to the dining room. It wasn't until they were all seated that Jae saw Haerin in her slender, light dinner dress that hugged her frame.
As usual, Haerin sat near Jae and the other cousins their age. There was Jae's younger brother and sister, Haerin's two older brothers, and the three children of both families of his father's older brother and sister. It could get a little overwhelming at times, but once the commotion died down, Jae shared a host of laughs and cajoling with his cousins and siblings. Haerin was alluring to Jae; he couldn't help but take in her glowing nature and how she sparkled when she smiled. His eyes moved involuntarily to Haerin's chest when she giggled and pushed her breasts together innocently. But it was more than just her handful-sized breasts and gorgeous smile that did it for her; it was simply a shine.
She touched his arm, and he caught her eye once or twice as she looked at him. If Jae hadn't been so caught up in her angelic aura, he might have said she looked seductive, but it was lost to him. The meal came without further thought about his growing affection for his cousin (save that she caught his gawking eye when her shoulder strap slipped down, and the dress revealed slightly more skin than before).
So the two talked, mingled after the meal, and helped with cleanup—stopping for the occasional exchange of a laugh or bump of the hip when Haerin passed Jae in the kitchen. When they were cleaning up the flour from the pasta-making, they got into it with each other, extending fingers swiped across a flour-coated cutting board toward each other defiantly.
They swiped a cheek here and there and closed their eyes; Jae's hand felt something soft before quickly moving away and taking a defensive stance. Doing the same, Haerin began laughing adorably as she reveled in their battle. She looked down at her chest… so did Jae. A precise imprint of a finger in the white flour, or no…. it was four fingers. If he looked closely, it became clear what his hand had grabbed at when they were horse-playing;
Haerin saw it, too. But it was only a fraction of a second that Haerin's brows raised and eyes met Jae's before she looked away and returned to her business. It made him feel strangely… comfortable, considering the potential embarrassment of the situation. He went bustling about the kitchen with his cousin and the rest of the cousins and certainly didn't fail to miss that Haerin had made no move to wipe his handprint from her breast—four fingers on the skin and the palm over the thin top of her dress. The eking thought lingered though, a prodding announcement going off in their heads that something was feeling differently. Something they hadn't seen coming. Something that made Haerin continue her flirtatious interactions with her cousin even though they were family. They were family! But once again, the moment came and went. Haerin was going her separate way and Jae his before they reconvened for movie night in the big house's colossal family room.
Everyone took their places, the parents pairing up near their favorite brother or sister and the cousins sticking together across the room. Their cousins littered the floor, and Jae lay sideways on a comfy chair, with Haerin taking a seat on the rug, leaning back on the vast cushion.
Once again, his eyes floundered at seeing his petite brunette cousin, now in a taut black tank top and gray cotton short-shorts. The drawstring of the tiny shorts dangled below just a sliver of Haerin's taut stomach. It revealed itself more when Haerin stretched her arms above her head, and Jae couldn't be sure, but he thought he saw the sparkle of a piercing at her belly button. Even sitting there, trying as he might to ignore her when the movie started, Jae began to sense her as the younger ones started to settle. She was wearing some kind of lotion, she must have, he thought, as his eyes unintentionally inspected her slender leg and looked for signs of it. He could feel her soft brunette hair against his legs sprawled out on the couch. He could hear her breathing, and his eyes again found the rising and falling of her bosom seen just over her shoulder.
So when Haerin first turned to address him, he hadn't even realized…
"Earth to Old Jae!" Haerin whispered, louder this time after her cousin hadn't answered the first time, "Got any room left on that couch, or are you going to make me sit on the ground the WHOLE time?"
"Oh…Uh… I can get up," Jae said, stuttering and leaning upward as if to give her his seat.
"No, silly, just scooch back a bit. I'll lie in front of you," Haerin said, smiling and ambling up toward him. He barely had time to move before she plopped down in front of him and was lying in front of him almost close enough to be spooning.
He wondered if anyone would find the new position of his cousin strange, but upon looking about the room, he saw that most adults were slumbering or simply not looking toward them, and the cousins were all lain out on the floor in front of them. His worry subsided, if only until his little cousin turned her head a bit to ask:
"Would you mind sharing the blanket a bit? It seems I came a bit underdressed," she said, causing Jae to give her body a once-over with his eyes and smile in agreement.
He grabbed the edge of it and tossed it over the two of them, once again scanning the room to see if they'd attracted any attention. They seemed to be in the clear… wait… what was that? Upon throwing the blanket over his cousin, he hadn't noticed until it had settled atop them that Haerin had scooted back and her soft little tush was snuggled directly into his lap so that he could feel her warmth through their clothing. What's worse was… oh no… he had, in all the commotion of his cousin laying so close and arousing him, become slightly erect. It was more than somewhat erect though, there was simply no way that Haerin didn't feel his cock pushing against her.
But she didn't say anything, look back, move, or even hint at her disapproval. Maybe she hadn't felt it.
'Oh God,' Jae thought, feeling Haerin's pert little ass move against his stiff cock. She wasn't ignoring his growing problem; that was for sure. He thought maybe she was just trying to preserve some of her dignity and move out of the way, but another flex of her bum and he was nestled snugly between her cheeks. If there had been any doubt, it was cleared when she wiggled her adorable bum rhythmically against him for a never-ending period of seconds.
This was too much for him… It was so sudden, so unexpected. But it wasn't unwanted; he had somehow figured that out in his mind right at about the time that Haerin had started pressing her cheeks against his increasingly hard member. So when she began wiggling that way, his hands got the better of them and grabbed at his cousin greedily. They reached her hips and tugged at them, causing Haerin to settle deeper against him, his shaft pressed firmly between her butt cheeks. They reached for her abdomen, one feeling a piercing where he'd first imagined it, the other testing whether she'd let him near her chest.
Neither of them had bothered to check, but they remained undetected beneath their blanket. As Haerin felt her cousin submit to her playful teasing, his hands landing daringly higher up her body, she had felt the same desire as Jae. Somewhere between watching how he got along with her younger sisters, how he'd picked her up so strongly when he'd first arrived, and his intoxicating presence as she sat beside him at dinner…she had felt this coming too. So when he came short of her breast and placed his hand upon her ribcage she unquestionably moved it the rest of the way to her chest, where it came to grasp at her tit and feel the erect nipple beneath her shirt.
Taking her acceptance as permission, he started emboldening his fingers' movements. The fingers of the hand upon her breast began searching to pinch her nipple gently through the cotton. The other hand, flattening upon her belly, began sliding further southward. Upon his palm, Jae could feel the scratch up the metal piercing, but her skin was unutterably smooth. He slid his palm, the tips of his fingers making contact with the scrunchy material of her elastic waistband. They hesitated there momentarily, wondering if he should press on, with his eyes looking guiltily about the room to see if he'd been stopped.
But Haerin was much to aroused to stop now, she thrust her butt defiantly into her cousin's lap and felt his shaft squeeze between her cheeks. And he knew what that meant, pressing his fingers into her soft skin to slide beneath the band. His fingers pressed on, expecting to find resistance but not finding it. She must have shaved recently, very recently. Her mound was smooth and soft, urging his fingers lower. Still they probed and found only the soft warmth of her young pussy. Slowing upon the first touch of her outer lips, they stopped there, waiting.
Haerin moved her hips to urge him onward, but to no avail. He just stayed there, one hand tucked down the front of Haerin's tight little shorts and the other firmly palming her tit. 'What was he waiting for,' she thought, 'surely now he hadn't lost his nerve.' She tried the juke of her hips once more but nothing. She was about to turn around and sort things out when she saw her older cousin Jinwoo looking their way.
He'd always been fond of her, or perhaps it was more her looks. Maybe he was too fond of looking at her at times, but they'd never gotten to know each other well, so she just found it harmless. But now he was looking their way, and Haerin could only wonder whether he knew what she could feel- that Jae's hands were anywhere but where a cousin's hands were supposed to be.
She had to test him, and she thought fast. She looked right at him and stuck her tongue out, smiling. He hesitated for a second, keeping his composure in his stare before cracking and smiling her way. The embarrassment of being caught staring by his cousin and the adorableness of her look had prevented him from seeing anything more.
Jae's hand had stopped though, and in the few seconds that followed Jinwoo looking away, they had returned to her belly and retreated from their much desired place at her quim. She gave him two quick squeezes of her bum as if in apology or out of encouragement for him to press on. He responded a little, thrusting back against her and beginning to move his hand about once again on her breast. When she had him confident once again to get more affectionate, she was practically ready to fuck him right there on that couch in front of the whole family.
And Jae was nearing the same point; his naughty little cousin's antics and the way her petite frame felt against him were too much to bear. Only hours before he had been admiring the way she'd grown up and now he had her wrapped in his arms with her soft butt wrapped snugly around his cock. So as his hand pressed back beneath the final barrier of her shorts, they both held their breaths a little… God, they wanted each other.
A loud sound came on the TV; both Jae and Haerin's eyes shot to the television where the closing song and credits had begun to play. For his life, Jae could not remember what they had been watching. All this incestuous touching with Haerin had him…. WAIT, he still had his hands all over her!
He quickly removed himself from his precarious placement all over his cousin, and Haerin slid forward on the couch. They separated, and the blanket drooped between them as the lights flipped on and their grandparents began saying their goodnights. Jae was lying there like a deer in the headlights, hoping not to attract unwanted attention. They didn't receive any and remained like frozen bodies until the children had all successfully pleaded to start another movie.
Some of the adults decided to leave, and among them were his aunt and uncle, who insisted that their daughters, including Haerin, come to bed. So Haerin got up, tossing a parting glance at her elder cousin, who couldn't quite make heads or tails of it, though he was pretty sure his cousin wasn't finished with him yet from the looks of it. He stayed for probably half an hour more before becoming bored with his now regrettably alone situation on the couch.
He bid the family farewell and headed back toward his family's cabin. He couldn't take his mind off what had happened between him and his cousin the whole walk. On one hand, it had all been so sudden, and this was his cousin he had been spooning in there. He thought he should be feeling guilty but couldn't quite bring himself to do so. That was the other hand- the part of him that knew that the gorgeous little brunette he'd seen as he pulled up to the farm or sat next to admiringly at the dinner table was irresistible to him. He knew that if he could, he'd have ravished her tiny body right there on that very couch. The thought that the whole family would have seen didn't seem to faze that side of him at all.
That side of Jae won out as his feet carried him toward his bedroom; heck, that side of him nearly diverted him to Haerin's bedroom instead. But it was also that side of him that came upon what awaited him when he opened the door to his bedroom. His bedroom was situated below the rest of the house, the hill it was built on giving him his walkout and a lot of privacy. But it wasn't the beautiful view over the moonlit pond… he thought maybe he was seeing things. But there, laid out on the bed and sunk into his comforter, was the unmistakable body of Haerin herself. Moreover, she wasn't quite how she'd been when she left him on the couch. Well, she was mostly the same, save the shorts that were pushed down and bunched around her ankles as she lay face-down on the bed. As he'd felt before, she wasn't wearing any panties, and her ass looked just as amazing as it had felt against his lap, arched slightly there on the bed - there was no way she was sleeping like that.
He stood in the doorway, stunned and unable to believe what he was now staring at. He again cast his eyes from head to toe, his heart jumping at the sight of the gorgeous brunette dancer. She wasn't looking at him; she looked asleep. What an odd way to fall asleep, he thought with a smile as he closed the door behind him.
"Haerin," he whispered, taking a step towards her.
"Haerin," he called to her, louder now.
But still she didn't move, and as he came to her side, she kept up the act, if it was an act. Jae didn't catch it in the dark, but Haerin smiled when he first called to her, unable to keep a straight face until just before he'd move close enough to see it.
He was short of breath as he moved behind her. Her pussy was glistening even in the low light; she must have been touching herself recently or having a delightful dream. Her white ankle socks were stretched over her feet, barely at the edge of his bed. Her shirt was still on, but it was pushed up just below her breasts, leaving everything below naked and fully visible to her cousin's lustful eyes.
There was a reason she was here, not in her bed, bottomless, or in the PJs she'd brought. And despite the part of Jae that had him hesitating to touch Haerin earlier that night, screaming that he couldn't, Jae was moving ahead without him. His hands moved to his athletic shorts and pushed them down, boxers and all, with Jae stepping out of them handily. His cock sprang to attention; it had been ready since the second he walked in the room. His mind was set to its purpose.
Jae moved forward and pressed his knee to the bed. His cousin didn't make a sound even as her body moved on the bed, even as he lifted his other leg and straddled her. 'There's no way she's asleep,' Jae thought, 'and this is what she's here for anyway,' he convinced himself. As he felt it, his hand pointed the head of his cock toward its target, the tiny opening he could see between the legs of his slumbering cousin.
He could feel his thighs against the naked lower half of his cousin and his hands took hold of her sweet young ass. He briefly debated checking for certain whether she was awake or not, but when he felt the heat of her opening against the head of his penis, all bets were off. Sleeping or not, he had to fuck her, he had to sink his cock at least once into the little brunette who had been torturing him all day. And so, he took a deep breath, and just before he could sink his rod into Haerin's amazing little pussy, she surprised him. He couldn't see it in the dim light of her bedroom, but with his hands grasping her soft cheeks he could feel her butt move in the direction of his penetrating head.
'Or did it?' he questioned. But it didn't matter because nothing else was in his head when he first felt himself enter Haerin's forbidden tunnel. It was so warm and wet already; he couldn't believe the feeling - it consumed him. Sinking into her, feeling her insides wrap around him and surround him with wonderful heat, he could feel himself still holding his breath. He finally breathed fresh air when he heard his cousin Haerin take one, herself. It was cute, a little gasp as he entered her and her fingers grasped at the pillow her head lay gently on.
Jae leaned forward, pressing the final inch or two of his length into his cousin. As his hips met her cheeks and his hand left her ass to push back a lock of hair, he checked her face to see if she was still pretending to be asleep. She was, the corners of her mouth feigning a slumbering peacefulness still. She was helpless to him though as he withdrew, once again feeling her pussy walls sliding against the sensitive tip of his penis. Her mouth became an adorable grin, and she could not betray the delicious pleasure her cousin was delivering her.
Jae took another peak at the angel's face, finding her beautiful brown eyes peeking through barely opened lids. Her teeth flashed white with a sexy smile, and then she pursed her lips gently before saying,
"Bad boy, you can't put your big cock in your little cousin…"
It was a whisper, sleepily spoken, but it made Jae shiver with excitement.
"Don't do it again, you can't fuck your naughty cousin's tiny…" she quivered as his tip lingered at her entrance,
"tight…" she uttered as it left her clinging lips and then tapped down upon her pulsing and sensitive clit,
"wet…………" he lined up, she was still whispering.
"ooooo…..ugghhhhh," she squealed as Jae plunged forth into her and took her needy pussy once more.
It was a quicker plunge this time, her slutty and intentionally unconvincing words of refusal had assured that. Jae needed to be buried inside the little brunette immediately. He found her back arched again, though, willing him deep into her womb as she met his thrust with her own.
Her back formed a sloped arch just north of her bubbly white butt -- a perfect place for his hands to brace himself to fuck her harder, if she wanted it, 'did she?'
"what if I just wandered into the wrong room cuz' I was so… ooouuuwhhh…" he penetrated Haerin again, finding himself balls deep before she could finish her sentence, "sleepy and a little drunk?…..uugggh fuck it's big….."
Jae tried to formulate a response to explain why he'd just decided to push his cock into the slumbering dancer he'd found bottomless on his bedspread. She beat him to the punch:
"or what if that sleepy and kinda drunk little girl wanted you to ……..unnngggghhh…." she trembled as he unsheathed once more, "stop being so…..mmmnhh…. gentle," she directed her eyes toward him and spoke directly: "fuck her the way you wanted to when you saw her dance a few weeks ago."
She was right; weeks before their trip, he'd gone one weekend with his parents to see Haerin dance for an idol audition. In her short skirt and belly hugging uniform top, he remembered being forcibly immersed in a daydream of her rhythmically swinging hips moving not to the music but along the course of his cock, as it was now. And so, wanting her now and remembering how much he wanted her then, he took hold of her supple lower back and plunged his entire length into her in one strong movement.
She cooed, and she flexed at the hips into his depressed fingertips, but she didn't discourage him as he removed himself and hesitated only a fraction of a second before impaling her once more. He started to build a rhythm and so did the gentle smack of her cheeks against him as he poked at her naughty pussy entrance and then buried himself deep into her core easily in her soaked state.
He wanted to be deeper, to feel more of her tiny pussy sucking him in, but he couldn't. Instead, he slid out, leaving her empty and lonely, before filling her eagerly once more. Over and over he fucked her from behind, his weight depressing her lovely body into the pillow-top. She looked so intolerably sexy there - all he could do to appreciate it was fuck her more.
And she was beginning to show her appreciation in her ways. Her back reached the peak of its arch, her butt thrust proudly into the air. Her moaning and fidgeting increased, so much so that he could feel her beginning to get antsy and so pinned down beneath him. Though he, admittedly, took a few more greedy strokes deep inside of her to savor the prone position he was fucking his sexy little cousin in, he eventually realized the potential benefits of releasing the squirming little minx to act out her naughty desires on him.
Pulling himself from her heated center, he took hold of his rigid shaft and wiggled his tip about her entrance and to her ultra-delicate button. She hummed with pleasure before trying to wriggle her way free so she could fuck him the way she wanted. He let her free but first caught her when she'd made it to her back and revealed more of her taut body to his wanting eyes.
Haerin's eyes found his, wondering why he'd stopped her when he saw what he wanted. She pecked him first, pursed lips against his unsuspecting ones. But when his hand reached the bottom of her already scrunched tee, she laid on him a kiss he'd not soon forget. Their tongues intertwined, their lips melded, their hands searched for the next place to touch.
And so they went on, making out like two teenagers, Haerin was a teen, and the softness of her body, the perkiness of her tits and the sweet youth in her moaning and cooing made her the most desirous one on earth at that moment. So he let her roll about him, straddling him now as she worked her hips just right to reinsert her cousin's member.
"Is this what you want, Jae?" she whispered again. "Do you want me to put this monster back inside?" She took a grasp of his head and shaft and rubbed it hastily against her moist lips.
"I've wanted to fuck you for so long, uggggghhhh," this time it was Haerin urging his cock into her, "I've even thought about you when my ex was fucking me a few times…..oooooohhhh…. but he was never so……..uhhhh….. fucking…… big."
"Ohhh…..Jae, it feels so good!" Haerin exclaimed as she came to rest atop her cousin with his cock lodged as profoundly within her as possible. Jae wondered whether they could be heard, worrying more when Haerin started to gasp and move up and down.
In and out his big cock went, stretching Haerin's pussy walls as it filled her, and feeling it release suction as his tip peered between her lips on withdrawal. Haerin placed her hands on his chest, only able to appreciate its firmness and her cousin's physique. She braced herself there, her elbows close enough together that her perky teen titties squeezed between. With a beautifully arched lower back, Haerin bounced her hips off her cousin's as she impaled herself over and over.
"Oh my God Jae, fuck me right there," he took hold of her hips, helping her, "keep fucking me like that…..ooouuuhhh…" he clapped his hips against hers causing him to bottom out inside her continuously.
Jae rolled Haerin onto her side, spinning her about just so that he was spooning her in front of him, but her back lay flat against the bed. Sprawled out there in front of him was her beautiful body, ready to be filled with her cousin's incestuous cock and her tits ready to be held in his hands. Their hands touched as they both reached to guide Jae's cock home. Haerin smiled as her cousin closed his hand over hers, and they both connected Jae's tip with the mini brunette's opening.
He lingered for what seemed like an eternity for both of them but was only actually a few seconds before burying himself to the hilt once again in her sprawled out body. Her tiny ass looked so cute curled in front of him, white and smooth and soft and all the better when seen with his cock sliding through into her pussy.
"Haerin, I'm getting close," Jae warned, her increased tightness in this position catching him off guard. The feeling of her body so fuckable and bendable to his will, and the softness of her amazing breasts jiggling in his hands as he slammed into her suddenly had him unsure whether he'd be able to contain himself inside his cousin.
"I'm not on birth control….ooooo… fuck…. You can't come inside me, Jae…." She whispered loud enough for Jae to hear still, feeling a pang of disappointment strike him. "Daddy didn't want me getting any ideas, so he wouldn't let me get it! Don't cum inside me….. ooooouaahhh…." She pleaded as his cock sank and retreated mid-sentence, "I could get pregnant…. You don't want…Uhhhhhghh… to get your little cousin pregnant, do you?"
Jae didn't have an answer for her. He was pretty much speechless at the words that had come out of her mouth. Hearing her say 'daddy,' and the talk about getting her pregnant had his cock pulsing out of control and it was all he could do to keep sending it in and out of Haerin's quim.
"But you can't come yet, honey….. ugghhhhh…." She pleaded as he rammed her again,
"I'm so close… just like that…… oooouwhhhhh….. don't stop!" she cried.
Jae was spreading her cheeks a bit to get a good angle with which to penetrate her, and he had found the perfect one. As he slid his thick rod into her repeatedly, she began to squirm, flexing and twisting involuntarily as his tip poked her just right inside.
"Riiiiiggghtt ttttttherrree….. RIGHT THERE…"
She was getting louder, and Jae had to move a hand to gently cover her mouth so they didn't attract an audience. Placing a few fingers over her lips she quieted, and surprised him by taking a finger in her mouth and sucking it, so only the sexy hum of her moans escaped around it. With one hand wrapped snugly around her to hold her close, and the other being licked at by her dexterous tongue, Jae was fucking his cousin harder than ever.
She was yelping and squealing at one point, still with her lips pursed around his finger to quiet her. She even nibbled a bit on it when the pleasure became too much. But it didn't hurt, the feeling of her warm pussy engulfing him was all he could feel.
"Don't stop….. don't stop….. don't stop….." she was able to breathe out.
He couldn't stop; he wanted her to have the orgasm of the lifetime, and from the quaking of her body in his arms, he figured she was having it. But what he didn't expect for, halfway through the little dancer's pleasure-fit, was for her taut, wet, little hole to clamp down on him as her insides spasmed in climax. He didn't expect them to suck at his invading member and send him over the edge unwillingly.
And though he immediately tried to pull his spurting cock from inside her, Haerin had already locked a leg around his and dug her butt deep into his lap to fill herself as she came. He could do nothing, and you could scarcely blame him as he began to flood his cousin's womb with his forbidden seed. She shook and she moaned, she could feel the warmth of his cum adding to the spreading heat of her orgasm, and it caused her eyes to roll backward in disbelief.
She cooed and gasped for air as her cousin painted her insides with sperm. She felt so incredibly naughty then, come-to enough to know that it was her cousin that was filling her pussy up with his spunk so wonderfully, and feeling so naughty and sexy because of it.
She jammed her cheeks into his lap, taking his cock as deep as it would go; she felt the movement urge another pump from his tip, deeper into her than before. Jae trembled at the incredible sensitivity the brunette minx's fidgeting had brought to light.
He held her tight, her t-shirt bunched up over her chest and his arm and hand pressing her titties this way and that. He knew she had been serious when she'd asked him not to cum in her, but as he thrust one final time into Haerin, his cock let out a defiant last stream of seed. He was indescribably pleased, balls-deep in his naughty cousin and feeling their combined fluids mixed inside her.
They both looked down as his hand took the base of his immersed shaft and slid it from her glistening lips. The walls immediately closed behind his retreating cock, and when his head finally departed from between her clinging labia, it was followed by an obvious stream of his cum. They watched her freshly-fucked opening as more of his sperm bubbled out.
"Oh no," she said, "oh no…"
Jae didn't know what to say, and when he saw her a pulse of his jism come from inside her he knew that they were probably in some trouble.
She looked too sexy though, naked and glistening with sweat, still smiling despite the predicament. She didn't look disappointed or even as worried as he. Therefore, he didn't feel as bad when he decided to go for it and point his softening, but not nearly soft cock back toward her opening and shove forward. He felt their fluids guiding him quickly in, and she was still just as hot inside as seconds before. They both inhaled sharply, and Haerin gave Jae a discerning look. But she couldn't look upset for more than a second when the very same sensitivity that Jae felt had Haerin's face revealing her pleasure, unable to be concealed.
"Jaennnn…." She whined. "You came so much…. It's all inside me. What if I get….. you know…."
Jae slid back a bit and buried himself once last excruciating time. Haerin yelped, too. "Pregnant?" Jae replied smartly.
"Yeaaahhh…. Oh God, it feels so good…"
"You're right…" Jae said smiling, "that would be very bad…" he flexed his cock as much as he could inside of her.
"You know, you aren't supposed to fuck your naughty little cousin…" Haerin said, putting a hand against his face.
"Oh yeah?" Jae questioned, leaning into her.
"And you aren't supposed to fill her naughty pussy with so much of your hot… sticky… cum."
Jae couldn't help himself, kissing his cousins feverishly. His tongue explored hers, which she offered willingly, and his hands began to search her body once more. His fingers played at the piercing on her stretched tummy. His cock may have slipped from her for the moment but it didn't matter, because he was inside her teen pussy again not a few minutes later. The two cousin's fucked through most of the night.
The next day, he and Haerin took care of the (incest pregnancy) situation, taking advantage of it once behind one of the barns on the property, with Haerin's hands pinned against the red siding as her cousin stuck himself straight up into her. They fucked in the shower and once in a changing room when they went into town.
Jae knew he shouldn't be so excited to be banging a brunette dancer like Haerin since she was his cousin. Still, as he pumped into her on the floor of the pontoon boat their grandparents had let them take out together and then released his umpteenth jet of cum into her, he simply didn't care. And when Haerin missed her period a few weeks later, it was only after he'd filled her correctly face down on the kitchen counter at his college apartment that she'd revealed her little secret.
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It would be another long week, Jae thought to himself as he half-heartedly packed things into a suitcase. Visiting the family for the holidays was something he had to do every year. They had been going to the farm since he could remember, always in the three or four days surrounding Christmas and always right when he'd love to be at home re-watching all first three seasons of Game of Thrones and partying with his friends on break from school.
But that didn't change the fact that he'd be in the backseat of the car for the 5-hour drive south to their grandparents' farm that very morning. He would still have to endure his sister's music choices or his dad on the cell phone for work - and all for an extra-long weekend with the ENTIRE family.
It wasn't all bad; it was always a blast. Jae was usually just irritable when he anticipated being unable to stretch his legs for that long. The family farm was full of great features and plenty of space for all twenty-some of his family coming in to stay. Their grandfather had done well for himself and had built guest cabins to house each of their children's families, all oriented around an impressive central building for he and their grandmother. The goal was to keep the family returning each year; it had worked like a charm so far.
So, as Jae packed in the car, his younger brother and sister got in the car with their parents and headed for the farm, and he tried to focus on all the good things that would come out of his trip. He was fond of spending time with his cousins with whom he'd so long been close; he'd get quite a bit of relaxation time, and he might even be able to blow off some steam in town with his cousins if they got to feeling rowdy. In particular, his cousin Haerin, who was closest to him in age, was always fun to hang out with. He might be inclined to find her attractive if he weren't her cousin, but he'd tried his best not to think of her that way.
When he arrived at their family's cabin, "Owl Perch," known for the large painting of an owl over the fireplace, he would have been hard-pressed not to find Haerin attractive. Dressed in a white golf shirt and jean shorts, she was positively adorable and just as much so when she came with her breasts bouncing over to the car before Jae could even step out. She sent her greetings, saving the last one for her favorite cousin, Jae. She threw her weight on him a bit more heavily than the rest, greeting him with:
"Jae, I'm willing to bet you need a beer after that drive—" she knew me too well. “Do you mind if I steal Jae from you and we say hi to grandma and grandpa and maybe sneak a beer, Uncle?"
"Sure, Haerin," said Jae's father, "but Jae, you're carrying in your suitcase, I'll leave it out here for you."
"Yes, Pop!" Jae said with a drawl, heading off behind his bubbly little cousin. At 18, she hadn't yet graduated high school, unlike Jae, who was already a sophomore in college. He was willing to bet she would enjoy maintaining her innocence while walking around any college campus with that figure. As do many girls Haerin's age, she had a perky pair of breasts peeking out through the unbuttoned neck of her snug polo. They looked more prominent than he remembered on her tiny frame. She was athletic from her dancing at her high school (yes, naturally, the little brunette was a dancer), but Jae liked to think she hadn't quite taken on the snootiness he was accustomed to like the dancers he had gone to school with. Despite her looks, he truly liked her ability to have fun in any situation and be genuinely interesting.
So while they walked in stride to the "big house," as they'd all taken to calling it, Jae and Haerin began to catch up while Jae recalled what he'd liked so much about his younger cousin. She updated him on everything in her life, mostly typical of a cute, brunette high school dancer, but Jae eagerly took in all her rambling. Haerin did the same thing for Jae, grilling him about what college would be like and whether he had a girlfriend. They eventually said hi to their grandma and grandpa and grabbed that much-needed beer, opting to enjoy it on the massive front porch as they awaited the rest of their relatives. Haerin stretched out her long, thin legs and inadvertently displayed their tanned and toned nature in full to her admittedly affected cousin.
The rest of the family shuffled in little by little, and by early evening, they were gathering in the big house for their kickoff dinner. Jae and Haerin split up at one point to unpack their things and get situated for the week. When he next saw her, it was amongst the hollering youngsters and warm droll of the entire family in the large foyer of the big house. It seemed like it went on forever; there were so many family members and much to catch up on. Yet, after what could have been an hour, their grandmother called for everyone to head to the dining room. It wasn't until they were all seated that Jae saw Haerin in her slender, light dinner dress that hugged her frame.
As usual, Haerin sat near Jae and the other cousins their age. There was Jae's younger brother and sister, Haerin's two older brothers, and the three children of both families of his father's older brother and sister. It could get a little overwhelming at times, but once the commotion died down, Jae shared a host of laughs and cajoling with his cousins and siblings. Haerin was alluring to Jae; he couldn't help but take in her glowing nature and how she sparkled when she smiled. His eyes moved involuntarily to Haerin's chest when she giggled and pushed her breasts together innocently. But it was more than just her handful-sized breasts and gorgeous smile that did it for her; it was simply a shine.
She touched his arm, and he caught her eye once or twice as she looked at him. If Jae hadn't been so caught up in her angelic aura, he might have said she looked seductive, but it was lost to him. The meal came without further thought about his growing affection for his cousin (save that she caught his gawking eye when her shoulder strap slipped down, and the dress revealed slightly more skin than before).
So the two talked, mingled after the meal, and helped with cleanup—stopping for the occasional exchange of a laugh or bump of the hip when Haerin passed Jae in the kitchen. When they were cleaning up the flour from the pasta-making, they got into it with each other, extending fingers swiped across a flour-coated cutting board toward each other defiantly.
They swiped a cheek here and there and closed their eyes; Jae's hand felt something soft before quickly moving away and taking a defensive stance. Doing the same, Haerin began laughing adorably as she reveled in their battle. She looked down at her chest… so did Jae. A precise imprint of a finger in the white flour, or no…. it was four fingers. If he looked closely, it became clear what his hand had grabbed at when they were horse-playing;
Haerin saw it, too. But it was only a fraction of a second that Haerin's brows raised and eyes met Jae's before she looked away and returned to her business. It made him feel strangely… comfortable, considering the potential embarrassment of the situation. He went bustling about the kitchen with his cousin and the rest of the cousins and certainly didn't fail to miss that Haerin had made no move to wipe his handprint from her breast—four fingers on the skin and the palm over the thin top of her dress. The eking thought lingered though, a prodding announcement going off in their heads that something was feeling differently. Something they hadn't seen coming. Something that made Haerin continue her flirtatious interactions with her cousin even though they were family. They were family! But once again, the moment came and went. Haerin was going her separate way and Jae his before they reconvened for movie night in the big house's colossal family room.
Everyone took their places, the parents pairing up near their favorite brother or sister and the cousins sticking together across the room. Their cousins littered the floor, and Jae lay sideways on a comfy chair, with Haerin taking a seat on the rug, leaning back on the vast cushion.
Once again, his eyes floundered at seeing his petite brunette cousin, now in a taut black tank top and gray cotton short-shorts. The drawstring of the tiny shorts dangled below just a sliver of Haerin's taut stomach. It revealed itself more when Haerin stretched her arms above her head, and Jae couldn't be sure, but he thought he saw the sparkle of a piercing at her belly button. Even sitting there, trying as he might to ignore her when the movie started, Jae began to sense her as the younger ones started to settle. She was wearing some kind of lotion, she must have, he thought, as his eyes unintentionally inspected her slender leg and looked for signs of it. He could feel her soft brunette hair against his legs sprawled out on the couch. He could hear her breathing, and his eyes again found the rising and falling of her bosom seen just over her shoulder.
So when Haerin first turned to address him, he hadn't even realized…
"Earth to Old Jae!" Haerin whispered, louder this time after her cousin hadn't answered the first time, "Got any room left on that couch, or are you going to make me sit on the ground the WHOLE time?"
"Oh…Uh… I can get up," Jae said, stuttering and leaning upward as if to give her his seat.
"No, silly, just scooch back a bit. I'll lie in front of you," Haerin said, smiling and ambling up toward him. He barely had time to move before she plopped down in front of him and was lying in front of him almost close enough to be spooning.
He wondered if anyone would find the new position of his cousin strange, but upon looking about the room, he saw that most adults were slumbering or simply not looking toward them, and the cousins were all lain out on the floor in front of them. His worry subsided, if only until his little cousin turned her head a bit to ask:
"Would you mind sharing the blanket a bit? It seems I came a bit underdressed," she said, causing Jae to give her body a once-over with his eyes and smile in agreement.
He grabbed the edge of it and tossed it over the two of them, once again scanning the room to see if they'd attracted any attention. They seemed to be in the clear… wait… what was that? Upon throwing the blanket over his cousin, he hadn't noticed until it had settled atop them that Haerin had scooted back and her soft little tush was snuggled directly into his lap so that he could feel her warmth through their clothing. What's worse was… oh no… he had, in all the commotion of his cousin laying so close and arousing him, become slightly erect. It was more than somewhat erect though, there was simply no way that Haerin didn't feel his cock pushing against her.
But she didn't say anything, look back, move, or even hint at her disapproval. Maybe she hadn't felt it.
'Oh God,' Jae thought, feeling Haerin's pert little ass move against his stiff cock. She wasn't ignoring his growing problem; that was for sure. He thought maybe she was just trying to preserve some of her dignity and move out of the way, but another flex of her bum and he was nestled snugly between her cheeks. If there had been any doubt, it was cleared when she wiggled her adorable bum rhythmically against him for a never-ending period of seconds.
This was too much for him… It was so sudden, so unexpected. But it wasn't unwanted; he had somehow figured that out in his mind right at about the time that Haerin had started pressing her cheeks against his increasingly hard member. So when she began wiggling that way, his hands got the better of them and grabbed at his cousin greedily. They reached her hips and tugged at them, causing Haerin to settle deeper against him, his shaft pressed firmly between her butt cheeks. They reached for her abdomen, one feeling a piercing where he'd first imagined it, the other testing whether she'd let him near her chest.
Neither of them had bothered to check, but they remained undetected beneath their blanket. As Haerin felt her cousin submit to her playful teasing, his hands landing daringly higher up her body, she had felt the same desire as Jae. Somewhere between watching how he got along with her younger sisters, how he'd picked her up so strongly when he'd first arrived, and his intoxicating presence as she sat beside him at dinner…she had felt this coming too. So when he came short of her breast and placed his hand upon her ribcage she unquestionably moved it the rest of the way to her chest, where it came to grasp at her tit and feel the erect nipple beneath her shirt.
Taking her acceptance as permission, he started emboldening his fingers' movements. The fingers of the hand upon her breast began searching to pinch her nipple gently through the cotton. The other hand, flattening upon her belly, began sliding further southward. Upon his palm, Jae could feel the scratch up the metal piercing, but her skin was unutterably smooth. He slid his palm, the tips of his fingers making contact with the scrunchy material of her elastic waistband. They hesitated there momentarily, wondering if he should press on, with his eyes looking guiltily about the room to see if he'd been stopped.
But Haerin was much to aroused to stop now, she thrust her butt defiantly into her cousin's lap and felt his shaft squeeze between her cheeks. And he knew what that meant, pressing his fingers into her soft skin to slide beneath the band. His fingers pressed on, expecting to find resistance but not finding it. She must have shaved recently, very recently. Her mound was smooth and soft, urging his fingers lower. Still they probed and found only the soft warmth of her young pussy. Slowing upon the first touch of her outer lips, they stopped there, waiting.
Haerin moved her hips to urge him onward, but to no avail. He just stayed there, one hand tucked down the front of Haerin's tight little shorts and the other firmly palming her tit. 'What was he waiting for,' she thought, 'surely now he hadn't lost his nerve.' She tried the juke of her hips once more but nothing. She was about to turn around and sort things out when she saw her older cousin Jinwoo looking their way.
He'd always been fond of her, or perhaps it was more her looks. Maybe he was too fond of looking at her at times, but they'd never gotten to know each other well, so she just found it harmless. But now he was looking their way, and Haerin could only wonder whether he knew what she could feel- that Jae's hands were anywhere but where a cousin's hands were supposed to be.
She had to test him, and she thought fast. She looked right at him and stuck her tongue out, smiling. He hesitated for a second, keeping his composure in his stare before cracking and smiling her way. The embarrassment of being caught staring by his cousin and the adorableness of her look had prevented him from seeing anything more.
Jae's hand had stopped though, and in the few seconds that followed Jinwoo looking away, they had returned to her belly and retreated from their much desired place at her quim. She gave him two quick squeezes of her bum as if in apology or out of encouragement for him to press on. He responded a little, thrusting back against her and beginning to move his hand about once again on her breast. When she had him confident once again to get more affectionate, she was practically ready to fuck him right there on that couch in front of the whole family.
And Jae was nearing the same point; his naughty little cousin's antics and the way her petite frame felt against him were too much to bear. Only hours before he had been admiring the way she'd grown up and now he had her wrapped in his arms with her soft butt wrapped snugly around his cock. So as his hand pressed back beneath the final barrier of her shorts, they both held their breaths a little… God, they wanted each other.
A loud sound came on the TV; both Jae and Haerin's eyes shot to the television where the closing song and credits had begun to play. For his life, Jae could not remember what they had been watching. All this incestuous touching with Haerin had him…. WAIT, he still had his hands all over her!
He quickly removed himself from his precarious placement all over his cousin, and Haerin slid forward on the couch. They separated, and the blanket drooped between them as the lights flipped on and their grandparents began saying their goodnights. Jae was lying there like a deer in the headlights, hoping not to attract unwanted attention. They didn't receive any and remained like frozen bodies until the children had all successfully pleaded to start another movie.
Some of the adults decided to leave, and among them were his aunt and uncle, who insisted that their daughters, including Haerin, come to bed. So Haerin got up, tossing a parting glance at her elder cousin, who couldn't quite make heads or tails of it, though he was pretty sure his cousin wasn't finished with him yet from the looks of it. He stayed for probably half an hour more before becoming bored with his now regrettably alone situation on the couch.
He bid the family farewell and headed back toward his family's cabin. He couldn't take his mind off what had happened between him and his cousin the whole walk. On one hand, it had all been so sudden, and this was his cousin he had been spooning in there. He thought he should be feeling guilty but couldn't quite bring himself to do so. That was the other hand- the part of him that knew that the gorgeous little brunette he'd seen as he pulled up to the farm or sat next to admiringly at the dinner table was irresistible to him. He knew that if he could, he'd have ravished her tiny body right there on that very couch. The thought that the whole family would have seen didn't seem to faze that side of him at all.
That side of Jae won out as his feet carried him toward his bedroom; heck, that side of him nearly diverted him to Haerin's bedroom instead. But it was also that side of him that came upon what awaited him when he opened the door to his bedroom. His bedroom was situated below the rest of the house, the hill it was built on giving him his walkout and a lot of privacy. But it wasn't the beautiful view over the moonlit pond… he thought maybe he was seeing things. But there, laid out on the bed and sunk into his comforter, was the unmistakable body of Haerin herself. Moreover, she wasn't quite how she'd been when she left him on the couch. Well, she was mostly the same, save the shorts that were pushed down and bunched around her ankles as she lay face-down on the bed. As he'd felt before, she wasn't wearing any panties, and her ass looked just as amazing as it had felt against his lap, arched slightly there on the bed - there was no way she was sleeping like that.
He stood in the doorway, stunned and unable to believe what he was now staring at. He again cast his eyes from head to toe, his heart jumping at the sight of the gorgeous brunette dancer. She wasn't looking at him; she looked asleep. What an odd way to fall asleep, he thought with a smile as he closed the door behind him.
"Haerin," he whispered, taking a step towards her.
"Haerin," he called to her, louder now.
But still she didn't move, and as he came to her side, she kept up the act, if it was an act. Jae didn't catch it in the dark, but Haerin smiled when he first called to her, unable to keep a straight face until just before he'd move close enough to see it.
He was short of breath as he moved behind her. Her pussy was glistening even in the low light; she must have been touching herself recently or having a delightful dream. Her white ankle socks were stretched over her feet, barely at the edge of his bed. Her shirt was still on, but it was pushed up just below her breasts, leaving everything below naked and fully visible to her cousin's lustful eyes.
There was a reason she was here, not in her bed, bottomless, or in the PJs she'd brought. And despite the part of Jae that had him hesitating to touch Haerin earlier that night, screaming that he couldn't, Jae was moving ahead without him. His hands moved to his athletic shorts and pushed them down, boxers and all, with Jae stepping out of them handily. His cock sprang to attention; it had been ready since the second he walked in the room. His mind was set to its purpose.
Jae moved forward and pressed his knee to the bed. His cousin didn't make a sound even as her body moved on the bed, even as he lifted his other leg and straddled her. 'There's no way she's asleep,' Jae thought, 'and this is what she's here for anyway,' he convinced himself. As he felt it, his hand pointed the head of his cock toward its target, the tiny opening he could see between the legs of his slumbering cousin.
He could feel his thighs against the naked lower half of his cousin and his hands took hold of her sweet young ass. He briefly debated checking for certain whether she was awake or not, but when he felt the heat of her opening against the head of his penis, all bets were off. Sleeping or not, he had to fuck her, he had to sink his cock at least once into the little brunette who had been torturing him all day. And so, he took a deep breath, and just before he could sink his rod into Haerin's amazing little pussy, she surprised him. He couldn't see it in the dim light of her bedroom, but with his hands grasping her soft cheeks he could feel her butt move in the direction of his penetrating head.
'Or did it?' he questioned. But it didn't matter because nothing else was in his head when he first felt himself enter Haerin's forbidden tunnel. It was so warm and wet already; he couldn't believe the feeling - it consumed him. Sinking into her, feeling her insides wrap around him and surround him with wonderful heat, he could feel himself still holding his breath. He finally breathed fresh air when he heard his cousin Haerin take one, herself. It was cute, a little gasp as he entered her and her fingers grasped at the pillow her head lay gently on.
Jae leaned forward, pressing the final inch or two of his length into his cousin. As his hips met her cheeks and his hand left her ass to push back a lock of hair, he checked her face to see if she was still pretending to be asleep. She was, the corners of her mouth feigning a slumbering peacefulness still. She was helpless to him though as he withdrew, once again feeling her pussy walls sliding against the sensitive tip of his penis. Her mouth became an adorable grin, and she could not betray the delicious pleasure her cousin was delivering her.
Jae took another peak at the angel's face, finding her beautiful brown eyes peeking through barely opened lids. Her teeth flashed white with a sexy smile, and then she pursed her lips gently before saying,
"Bad boy, you can't put your big cock in your little cousin…"
It was a whisper, sleepily spoken, but it made Jae shiver with excitement.
"Don't do it again, you can't fuck your naughty cousin's tiny…" she quivered as his tip lingered at her entrance,
"tight…" she uttered as it left her clinging lips and then tapped down upon her pulsing and sensitive clit,
"wet…………" he lined up, she was still whispering.
"ooooo…..ugghhhhh," she squealed as Jae plunged forth into her and took her needy pussy once more.
It was a quicker plunge this time, her slutty and intentionally unconvincing words of refusal had assured that. Jae needed to be buried inside the little brunette immediately. He found her back arched again, though, willing him deep into her womb as she met his thrust with her own.
Her back formed a sloped arch just north of her bubbly white butt -- a perfect place for his hands to brace himself to fuck her harder, if she wanted it, 'did she?'
"what if I just wandered into the wrong room cuz' I was so… ooouuuwhhh…" he penetrated Haerin again, finding himself balls deep before she could finish her sentence, "sleepy and a little drunk?…..uugggh fuck it's big….."
Jae tried to formulate a response to explain why he'd just decided to push his cock into the slumbering dancer he'd found bottomless on his bedspread. She beat him to the punch:
"or what if that sleepy and kinda drunk little girl wanted you to ……..unnngggghhh…." she trembled as he unsheathed once more, "stop being so…..mmmnhh…. gentle," she directed her eyes toward him and spoke directly: "fuck her the way you wanted to when you saw her dance a few weeks ago."
She was right; weeks before their trip, he'd gone one weekend with his parents to see Haerin dance for an idol audition. In her short skirt and belly hugging uniform top, he remembered being forcibly immersed in a daydream of her rhythmically swinging hips moving not to the music but along the course of his cock, as it was now. And so, wanting her now and remembering how much he wanted her then, he took hold of her supple lower back and plunged his entire length into her in one strong movement.
She cooed, and she flexed at the hips into his depressed fingertips, but she didn't discourage him as he removed himself and hesitated only a fraction of a second before impaling her once more. He started to build a rhythm and so did the gentle smack of her cheeks against him as he poked at her naughty pussy entrance and then buried himself deep into her core easily in her soaked state.
He wanted to be deeper, to feel more of her tiny pussy sucking him in, but he couldn't. Instead, he slid out, leaving her empty and lonely, before filling her eagerly once more. Over and over he fucked her from behind, his weight depressing her lovely body into the pillow-top. She looked so intolerably sexy there - all he could do to appreciate it was fuck her more.
And she was beginning to show her appreciation in her ways. Her back reached the peak of its arch, her butt thrust proudly into the air. Her moaning and fidgeting increased, so much so that he could feel her beginning to get antsy and so pinned down beneath him. Though he, admittedly, took a few more greedy strokes deep inside of her to savor the prone position he was fucking his sexy little cousin in, he eventually realized the potential benefits of releasing the squirming little minx to act out her naughty desires on him.
Pulling himself from her heated center, he took hold of his rigid shaft and wiggled his tip about her entrance and to her ultra-delicate button. She hummed with pleasure before trying to wriggle her way free so she could fuck him the way she wanted. He let her free but first caught her when she'd made it to her back and revealed more of her taut body to his wanting eyes.
Haerin's eyes found his, wondering why he'd stopped her when he saw what he wanted. She pecked him first, pursed lips against his unsuspecting ones. But when his hand reached the bottom of her already scrunched tee, she laid on him a kiss he'd not soon forget. Their tongues intertwined, their lips melded, their hands searched for the next place to touch.
And so they went on, making out like two teenagers, Haerin was a teen, and the softness of her body, the perkiness of her tits and the sweet youth in her moaning and cooing made her the most desirous one on earth at that moment. So he let her roll about him, straddling him now as she worked her hips just right to reinsert her cousin's member.
"Is this what you want, Jae?" she whispered again. "Do you want me to put this monster back inside?" She took a grasp of his head and shaft and rubbed it hastily against her moist lips.
"I've wanted to fuck you for so long, uggggghhhh," this time it was Haerin urging his cock into her, "I've even thought about you when my ex was fucking me a few times…..oooooohhhh…. but he was never so……..uhhhh….. fucking…… big."
"Ohhh…..Jae, it feels so good!" Haerin exclaimed as she came to rest atop her cousin with his cock lodged as profoundly within her as possible. Jae wondered whether they could be heard, worrying more when Haerin started to gasp and move up and down.
In and out his big cock went, stretching Haerin's pussy walls as it filled her, and feeling it release suction as his tip peered between her lips on withdrawal. Haerin placed her hands on his chest, only able to appreciate its firmness and her cousin's physique. She braced herself there, her elbows close enough together that her perky teen titties squeezed between. With a beautifully arched lower back, Haerin bounced her hips off her cousin's as she impaled herself over and over.
"Oh my God Jae, fuck me right there," he took hold of her hips, helping her, "keep fucking me like that…..ooouuuhhh…" he clapped his hips against hers causing him to bottom out inside her continuously.
Jae rolled Haerin onto her side, spinning her about just so that he was spooning her in front of him, but her back lay flat against the bed. Sprawled out there in front of him was her beautiful body, ready to be filled with her cousin's incestuous cock and her tits ready to be held in his hands. Their hands touched as they both reached to guide Jae's cock home. Haerin smiled as her cousin closed his hand over hers, and they both connected Jae's tip with the mini brunette's opening.
He lingered for what seemed like an eternity for both of them but was only actually a few seconds before burying himself to the hilt once again in her sprawled out body. Her tiny ass looked so cute curled in front of him, white and smooth and soft and all the better when seen with his cock sliding through into her pussy.
"Haerin, I'm getting close," Jae warned, her increased tightness in this position catching him off guard. The feeling of her body so fuckable and bendable to his will, and the softness of her amazing breasts jiggling in his hands as he slammed into her suddenly had him unsure whether he'd be able to contain himself inside his cousin.
"I'm not on birth control….ooooo… fuck…. You can't come inside me, Jae…." She whispered loud enough for Jae to hear still, feeling a pang of disappointment strike him. "Daddy didn't want me getting any ideas, so he wouldn't let me get it! Don't cum inside me….. ooooouaahhh…." She pleaded as his cock sank and retreated mid-sentence, "I could get pregnant…. You don't want…Uhhhhhghh… to get your little cousin pregnant, do you?"
Jae didn't have an answer for her. He was pretty much speechless at the words that had come out of her mouth. Hearing her say 'daddy,' and the talk about getting her pregnant had his cock pulsing out of control and it was all he could do to keep sending it in and out of Haerin's quim.
"But you can't come yet, honey….. ugghhhhh…." She pleaded as he rammed her again,
"I'm so close… just like that…… oooouwhhhhh….. don't stop!" she cried.
Jae was spreading her cheeks a bit to get a good angle with which to penetrate her, and he had found the perfect one. As he slid his thick rod into her repeatedly, she began to squirm, flexing and twisting involuntarily as his tip poked her just right inside.
"Riiiiiggghtt ttttttherrree….. RIGHT THERE…"
She was getting louder, and Jae had to move a hand to gently cover her mouth so they didn't attract an audience. Placing a few fingers over her lips she quieted, and surprised him by taking a finger in her mouth and sucking it, so only the sexy hum of her moans escaped around it. With one hand wrapped snugly around her to hold her close, and the other being licked at by her dexterous tongue, Jae was fucking his cousin harder than ever.
She was yelping and squealing at one point, still with her lips pursed around his finger to quiet her. She even nibbled a bit on it when the pleasure became too much. But it didn't hurt, the feeling of her warm pussy engulfing him was all he could feel.
"Don't stop….. don't stop….. don't stop….." she was able to breathe out.
He couldn't stop; he wanted her to have the orgasm of the lifetime, and from the quaking of her body in his arms, he figured she was having it. But what he didn't expect for, halfway through the little dancer's pleasure-fit, was for her taut, wet, little hole to clamp down on him as her insides spasmed in climax. He didn't expect them to suck at his invading member and send him over the edge unwillingly.
And though he immediately tried to pull his spurting cock from inside her, Haerin had already locked a leg around his and dug her butt deep into his lap to fill herself as she came. He could do nothing, and you could scarcely blame him as he began to flood his cousin's womb with his forbidden seed. She shook and she moaned, she could feel the warmth of his cum adding to the spreading heat of her orgasm, and it caused her eyes to roll backward in disbelief.
She cooed and gasped for air as her cousin painted her insides with sperm. She felt so incredibly naughty then, come-to enough to know that it was her cousin that was filling her pussy up with his spunk so wonderfully, and feeling so naughty and sexy because of it.
She jammed her cheeks into his lap, taking his cock as deep as it would go; she felt the movement urge another pump from his tip, deeper into her than before. Jae trembled at the incredible sensitivity the brunette minx's fidgeting had brought to light.
He held her tight, her t-shirt bunched up over her chest and his arm and hand pressing her titties this way and that. He knew she had been serious when she'd asked him not to cum in her, but as he thrust one final time into Haerin, his cock let out a defiant last stream of seed. He was indescribably pleased, balls-deep in his naughty cousin and feeling their combined fluids mixed inside her.
They both looked down as his hand took the base of his immersed shaft and slid it from her glistening lips. The walls immediately closed behind his retreating cock, and when his head finally departed from between her clinging labia, it was followed by an obvious stream of his cum. They watched her freshly-fucked opening as more of his sperm bubbled out.
"Oh no," she said, "oh no…"
Jae didn't know what to say, and when he saw her a pulse of his jism come from inside her he knew that they were probably in some trouble.
She looked too sexy though, naked and glistening with sweat, still smiling despite the predicament. She didn't look disappointed or even as worried as he. Therefore, he didn't feel as bad when he decided to go for it and point his softening, but not nearly soft cock back toward her opening and shove forward. He felt their fluids guiding him quickly in, and she was still just as hot inside as seconds before. They both inhaled sharply, and Haerin gave Jae a discerning look. But she couldn't look upset for more than a second when the very same sensitivity that Jae felt had Haerin's face revealing her pleasure, unable to be concealed.
"Jaennnn…." She whined. "You came so much…. It's all inside me. What if I get….. you know…."
Jae slid back a bit and buried himself once last excruciating time. Haerin yelped, too. "Pregnant?" Jae replied smartly.
"Yeaaahhh…. Oh God, it feels so good…"
"You're right…" Jae said smiling, "that would be very bad…" he flexed his cock as much as he could inside of her.
"You know, you aren't supposed to fuck your naughty little cousin…" Haerin said, putting a hand against his face.
"Oh yeah?" Jae questioned, leaning into her.
"And you aren't supposed to fill her naughty pussy with so much of your hot… sticky… cum."
Jae couldn't help himself, kissing his cousins feverishly. His tongue explored hers, which she offered willingly, and his hands began to search her body once more. His fingers played at the piercing on her stretched tummy. His cock may have slipped from her for the moment but it didn't matter, because he was inside her teen pussy again not a few minutes later. The two cousin's fucked through most of the night.
The next day, he and Haerin took care of the (incest pregnancy) situation, taking advantage of it once behind one of the barns on the property, with Haerin's hands pinned against the red siding as her cousin stuck himself straight up into her. They fucked in the shower and once in a changing room when they went into town.
Jae knew he shouldn't be so excited to be banging a brunette dancer like Haerin since she was his cousin. Still, as he pumped into her on the floor of the pontoon boat their grandparents had let them take out together and then released his umpteenth jet of cum into her, he simply didn't care. And when Haerin missed her period a few weeks later, it was only after he'd filled her correctly face down on the kitchen counter at his college apartment that she'd revealed her little secret.
The vintage clock on the bedside table had a habit of skipping a beat every thirty seconds, a rhythmic hiccup that usually annoyed the neighbors through the thin walls of the apartment. Yuna, however, was currently focused on the sensation of her own heartbeat thumping in her ears, her muscles feeling like overcooked noodles. She tried to lift her arm to brush a stray lock of hair from her face, but her limb felt heavy, as if it had been replaced by wet cement.
"I don't have any power," she murmured, her voice sounding small and breathless. She wasn't talking about the electricity in the room, which was humming steadily from the bedside lamp, but the sheer, physical capacity to move a single finger.
You let out a soft laugh and pulled her closer, the fabric of the sheets damp and clinging to your skin. The air in the room was warm, smelling of salt and skin. "It's okay, baby," you whispered, kissing the crown of her head. "I'll take care of you."
She let out a long, shuddering exhale, sinking further into the mattress. The aftermath of the last few hours had left her completely spent, her body still buzzing from the repeated squirt that had left her gasping and shaking. She looked up at you, her eyes slightly glazed but full of a quiet, contented warmth, leaning into your chest as if trying to merge her heartbeat with yours.
As the silence settled back into the room, punctuated only by that clicking clock, you shifted slightly to get more comfortable. "Babe," you said, your voice grazing her ear, "next month is our anniversary. What do you want?"
Yuna didn’t answer immediately; she simply pressed her forehead against your collarbone, her breath hitching in a way that suggested she was still recovering from the peaks of the last few hours. The silence stretched, not out of hesitation, but because the weight of her contentment was so heavy it felt physical. When she finally spoke, her voice was a fragile thread, barely audible over the rhythmic hiccup of the clock.
"A dinner with you," she whispered, the words trembling. "And shopping. I just want to spend the day... just us."
You felt a small, knowing smile tug at the corner of your mouth. You knew her preferences—the way she loved the ritual of getting dressed up, the quiet thrill of picking out something small and meaningful to keep as a memento of a specific day. You shifted your leg, feeling the lingering dampness of the sheets, and tightened your hold on her. "That's the easy part," you murmured, kissing her temple. "What else?"
She shifted then, her body sliding against yours with a slow, languid friction. She looked up at you, her eyes searching yours with a sudden, focused intensity that cut through her physical exhaustion. "I want you to do something special for me," she said, her voice regaining a bit of its strength, though still shaky. "Something you’ve never done before. Something that... surprises me."
Choi Jiwoo x Enami Asa x Hong Eunchae x Jang Kyujin x Kang Haerin x M!reader
Tags: daddy!kink but so sub!f they dom!f
WC: 4.6k
The Bad Batch: Part 3 of 4 [1][2]
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“Surprise!,” the crowd of five cheered. You squinted your eyes, overcome by the loudness of their voices, and grabbed onto their arms to pull them in hastily – Haerin, Kyujin, Jiwoo, Eunchae, and Asa, in that order. You slammed the door shut before your neighbors could catch the commotion.
“You’re joking.”
“Nope!,” Eunchae offered you a box with a simple, pink-frosted cake in it.
“I–”
“Happy birthday, sir!,” Kyujin came in for a hug, the rest piling on.
“H-how did you–,” you struggled with a compressed chest.
“Jiwoo remembered you mentioning which bus station you ride from,” Asa giggled.
“And how did–”
“I remembered your birthday!,” Haerin smiled. “We gave you a cake last year too, remember?”
“Okay, can we–,” you struggled, squirming out of their arms.
“We missed you, sir!,” Jiwoo pouted. “You never dropped by the museum again.”
“I– sorry, it’s jus–”
“And you didn’t call us over after that night, sir,” Kyujin added.
“Well, that’s because–”
“Sooo, we’re here now!,” Eunchae clapped. “All together.”
“Can we all please,” you raised your voice, “take a seat?”
They let go of you, rattled and visibly distraught by the attitude you regretted expressing instantly.
“N-no, ladies,” you sat at your table, rubbing your temple. “I’m sorry. Genuinely, thank you. It’s just– it’s like, 11AM on the first day of winter break, and it’s 5 against 1 here.”
“But we really missed you, sir,” Eunchae pouted. The rest of them looked downtrodden as they sat around you: Kyujin on the table, Haerin and Jiwoo on the chairs near you, Asa on your lap, and Eunchae by your feet – all looking at you with sad puppy-dog eyes.
“Hey, don’t look at me like that– argh,” you sighed in resignation. “Okay, okay. Seeing as you’re all… here, I assume we’re all aware of all the… the…,” you couldn’t bring yourself to mutter the profanities out loud.
“The sex?,” Asa chuckled.
“It wasn’t sex,” you defended hastily, “but yes.” They agreed with gladdened, reminiscent smiles.
“I genuinely thought those were one off things,” you continued. “Even when you rearranged my office, Kyujin and Haerin, because you started working at the university for real.”
“B-but we dropped by,” Kyujin pouted. “We were always waiting for you to ask.”
“Oh,” you replied. “And Asa, Jiwoo, you looked fairly alright when you gave that tour on your own!”
“We were looking for you afterwards to go out again,” Jiwoo pouted too. “We couldn’t find you.”
“Oh… sorry?,” you shrank in your shoulders. “Who organized this, by the way?”
Eunchae raised her hand. “After we saw you at the dorm, we were trying to guess who you might have gotten roped up with. Then we asked Haerin, and she told us about the connection, and then we all kinda met up together. Now we’re friends!”
“And you guys aren’t… fighting?”
“Of course not, sir!,” Asa clapped. “We even wanted to surprise you the day we found out. Because you were basically gone. And we missed you.”
“I see,” you nodded. “I’m genuinely sorry, girls. I really am.”
“It’s okay, sir!,” Asa cheered, kissing you on the cheek. “We’re here now.”
A smile slowly formed in your face, your chest warming up and your body relaxing.
“This is still weird, but… Thank you, girls. But also… my birthday is still tomorrow.” You stood up to show them the house, or what little of it you could. “Please, spend the rest of the day here? You’re very welcome here.”
“Actually, sir,” Jiwoo looked at you, eyes piercing into yours, “we wanted to stay over for the whole weekend.”
You hadn’t realized with your franticness and the jackets they hadn’t yet removed until this moment that they were all wearing identical, stereotypical school uniforms, and carried with them packed bags. The realization hit you like a truck: their coming together was not as innocent as you might have initially thought.
“This isn’t just about celebrating my birthday, is it?”
“We are celebrating your birthday, sir!,” Kyujin grinned. “Or rather… we’re celebrating daddy’s birthday.”
Asa and Eunchae pulled your wrists and started walking you to what they assumed was your room. Having assumed correctly, they sat you by the edge of your bed, all kneeling in front of you with expectant eyes.
“We missed you, daddy,” Haerin smiled. “Just say what you want today and it’s yours.”
You could feel yourself grin like a young boy – how could you not? – but a part of you wanted toy with the very apparent desperation bubbling in their bones.
“Okay,” you began, “then what if I told you I wanted lunch right now?”
“Told you we should have bought the maid costumes instead,” Asa sideeyed Haerin.
“We have all day, daddy,” Jiwoo smiled. “We can have lunch after we’ve caught up.”
“And what is there to catch up on?,” you taunted. “We can talk about anything you want.”
“We don’t want to talk, daddy,” Kyujin bounced in subdued frustration. “We– we want you.”
“I’m right here,” you said, crawling up the bed. “Show me what you wanna do. But lunch after.”
“Eunchae, order some food,” Asa commanded. “You’re the youngest.”
“B-but–”
“Don’t worry, I don’t think daddy’s going anywhere,” Jiwoo smiled. “We’ll leave some for you.”
Eunchae growled, then walked briskly out of the room to make a phone call. The rest stood up and crawled to the bed, smiles plastered all over their faces.
In mere seconds, the robe you hurriedly wore and the boxers you only had on before they knocked were now off you once again.
“Aw, daddy’s not hard yet,” Asa pouted at your manhood.
“But it’s so big still,” Kyujin remarked, and the rest laughed.
“Girls, come on now,” you teased. “Eunchae made this happen. Maybe we should wait for her.”
“I agree,” Kyujin replied, slowly wriggling your boxers back on.
“We’ll let her have daddy’s first kiss today,” Haerin suggested, and everyone agreed.
Jiwoo and Haerin went immediately for your bare chest, planting kisses all over your nipples and teasingly flicking their tongues over it. Your breath raced in an instant, the feeling tingly and unexpectedly arousing.
Asa and Kyujin went for an earlobe each, audibly sucking and tongues teasing its edges. Their breathing was steady, determined to elicit your reactions.
You grasped at whatever you could: Kyujin’s ass, Jiwoo’s hair, the bed – anything to release the tension of their pleasurable assault.
“You wanted this, daddy?,” Haerin purred, looking up at you with Jiwoo.
“I think he does,” Asa cooed, eyes looking down at your fully erect cock peeking underneath your boxers still.
Eunchae ran back into the room. “It’ll be here in about an hour,” she declared.
“Eunchae!,” Jiwoo grinned. “We waited for you.”
“Give daddy a kiss,” Haerin added, the two making space for her to crawl over you. Eunchae’s hair fell to the sides of your head, focusing your gaze onto her hungry eyes.
“Happy birthday, daddy,” Eunchae grinned, slowly lowering her lips onto yours. They were soft, careful, subdued; you could feel a latent aggression lying deep within her cheeks, her and the rest of them and their hands running all over your skin.
Eunchae’s lips left yours for a brief second, then came back down, deeper and harder. Kiss after kiss after kiss, the bed began to shift and creak as the rest crawled up and closer to your face.
“I want to kiss daddy too,” Asa admitted bashfully.
“Let’s all kiss daddy together,” Eunchae suggested, smiling coyly back at you. “Give him a preview of what we’ll do later.”
“Can you handle us, daddy?,” Haerin teased. “All five of us at once this time.”
You laughed heartily. “No.”
“Try your best, daddy,” Kyujin cooed, planting a kiss under your jaw.
Your face was smothered by the multitude of light smooches to the tune of five sibylline and touch-deprived bodies begging for you in unison. You attempted to crane your neck in every angle, trying to surface for air, but their breaths surrounded you on all fronts. Any turn of the head merely opened up more surface area for any one of them, and they coated those spots in spittled marks.
They whispered their yearnings in chorus: your lips, your hands, your tongue, your cock, your load. They didn’t fight over you, but it was a contest of how long they had your lips all to themselves. In mere minutes you felt your face coated in the musk of five warm, spit-covered mouths, and your erection pressed even harder against the fabric of your boxers.
“We’ll do anything for you, daddy,” Jiwoo moaned.
“We’ll take care of you, okay, daddy?,” Haerin giggled.
“Just stay still for us, daddy,” Kyujin reassured.
“We’ll treat you right so good, daddy,” Asa cooed in your ear.
“Can we have your cock now, daddy?,” Eunchae begged, joined in by the rest whispering “please, daddy” like a prayer in desperation.
Any hungrier and these girls might have ripped through your clothing at the weak nod you could call a go signal. You could feel hands grasp at the garter of your boxers, freeing it for real. The cool air of the room that washed over your skin below was replaced by the gentle touch of their fingers.
“You’re so hard, daddy,” Haerin smiled, crawling down with Jiwoo to pin your arms down, still licking away at your neck. Asa and Eunchae hopped off you and took your legs, one each, to lie on while they marveled at your manhood. Kyujin sat on your torso, the underside of her skirt revealing a soft and dampened pair of panties.
And then, the first mouth made contact with your cock. Whose mouth it was was a mystery, only made more cryptic with the addition of two more. Jiwoo and Haerin stayed with you, kissing you in turns while the other whispered in your ear.
On the other end – only discernible by the changes in temperature and the ever-changing sensation of lips massaging the whole circumference of your shaft – your manhood was made a toy passed from mouth to mouth. Not a second too long spent on any one alone; not a moment too brief to keep your stimulation constant.
“Daddy can’t even look at us,” Jiwoo giggled. “He’s enjoying himself so much.”
“Wouldn’t it be fun to make him guess who’s sucking him?,” Haerin suggested.
“What’s the punishment for that?,” Jiwoo replied, “no cumming yet or he owes us more?”
“You’re gonna kill me, girls,” you gasped, your cock entering another mouth fully.
“Let’s ask the girls later,” Haerin joked, before kissing you and Jiwoo together, tongues writhing and slipping between each other.
“Hey, you should join in,” Kyujin invited, turning around to stare at you.
“See you soon, daddy,” Jiwoo winked, turning around to join the ritual. Kyujin turned around fully again, her face now the one looming over yours.
“If all five of us go, you might actually die,” Kyujin giggled.
“Literally– mmh– said that,” you groaned.
Kyujin grinned. “Just wanted to kiss you for a bit, daddy.” She locked lips with you, passing on a distinctly funky taste on your lips.
“Is that how my…”
Kyujin shushed you. “Don’t think about it.” She leaned to your ear. “But yes, and we love it.”
She turned around again, looking back at you. “Are you ready, daddy?”
You couldn’t even respond; your tip felt the pulsating tonsils of someone’s mouth before you could.
You couldn’t even hear anything either – your ears rang as the pressure mounted quickly in your groin. You heard the faint chorus of giggling, but even the ceiling started to gray out.
In then out, in then out. You could feel your whole length passed around in a circle. No one mouth hogged it all for herself; you were theirs to share, and they shared with efficiency.
You could picture in your head the five of them in a circle, smiling and giggling as one of them took you in whole. You could feel their eyes follow it as it twitched, their musty breaths clouding the air between them, their mouths gaping open ready for their turn. Criminal that you couldn’t witness it for yourself, but how could you when their whole routine was so choreographed, so pornographic? To have done it any other way would have been impossible.
You frantically tapped the bed as you felt your release almost ready to burst through. Your breathing turned into loud moans that nearly countered their collective humming, as lips and tongues continued to stroke you from all sides. The tapping almost didn’t get noticed; too far gone were they in their giggling, their trance centered on your member.
You wriggled with all your might, prompting them to stop all at once. You bucked your hips into the air, fighting off every urge to use your free hands to stroke and finish all over their faces – a sight that would have beaten any artistic work ever imagined – until you settled down, heaving with all your chest.
The girls sighed, watching as a few thin white streams trickled down your tip. You could hear them hum expectantly, their breaths climbing.
“We want you so bad, daddy,” Eunchae peered over. “Need your cock so bad.”
“Maybe we’ll milk him today?,” Asa added. “So he can fuck us tomorrow.”
Without pause, your cock received another helping of spit, this time dripping from their mouths in thick drops that hung from long strings that slid down your length. Dainty fingers wrapped your cock, first three, then another. Two hands felt your balls each, and another massaged your swelling head with bare fingertips. They moved slowly still, yet the sheer volume of having five independently moving stimulants felt more complex than any sex toy could have possibly felt.
“Cum whenever you want, daddy,” Haerin called out.
“He sounds like he’s close,” Asa giggled.
“He feels like he’s close,” Kyujin gasped, one hand almost fully clasping your jewels.
“Cum for us, daddy, please,” Eunchae begged.
“Cum for us.” Over and over the words echoed in your tiny room like it was the prayer of a congregation. And worship they did, their movements slowly escalating in speed.
You practically screamed your orgasm out of you.
Rope after rope, spurt after spurt. You could feel it land everywhere on your bed, thick and gelatinous as it plapped onto your sheets and your belly. Some must have landed on their faces, which they yearned for more of as they continued to stroke you while you were sensitive. Perhaps, cock-drunk as they were, they had barely noticed your release, because their begging had not ceased. And how else better to finish you than to lick every stray strand and spot of load that did not make it into a mouth.
With how ravenously they lapped at you, that too served its own test of strength, forcing your every muscle to stay the fuck still behind gritted teeth, until they had licked you clean.
Asa and Eunchae crawled up to your face, giggling at the sight of your agape mouth and lolled eyes.
“Guess he couldn’t handle us,” Eunchae giggled. “That was only 40 minutes.”
“Only?!,” you craned your neck up. “I-I think I need a shower.”
Asa patted your head. “You did great, daddy!”
Everything felt like a physical exercise with how strained you were in the past hour. Your legs wobbled as you got off the bed, finding your footing, while Jiwoo, Kyujin, and Haerin giggled to themselves on the floor.
The bed looked like the aftermath of a storm, damp and wrinkled like it had rained inside your room. The outline of your labored back was left imprinted over a much more abstract globule that most likely came from your groin.
They, too, looked like they’d gone through that same storm. Hair frazzled and unkempt at weird angles, already minimal makeup faded out, but more importantly uniforms left dampened by sweat, spit, and whatever manner of fluid mixture that came about.
And your member, limp, exhausted, and empty, swung around as you hobbled to the shower, where the warm water felt more therapeutic than it ever had been.
Hopping out of the shower, you found the girls also changing out of the uniforms into much looser clothing – shorts, t-shirts, and what seemed to be nothing else. In fact, some of their clothing looked familiar.
“Hey, that’s my sweater, Kyujin,” you interrupted. “And Asa, I just washed that shirt.”
“They look really comfy, daddy,” Eunchae teased.
You rolled your eyes. “Fine. But they’re staying here.”
Everyone congregated at the sofa, awkwardly standing in a row with plates in hand behind your couch while you sat alone. “Girls, ‘make yourselves at home’ is a very literal instruction,” you urged, and they filed in, taking a seat around you.
“So,” you began, seated at the sofa with lunch spread on your coffee table, “where did we leave off?”
The succeeding conversation covered just about everything else, specifically what everyone else was up to – Kyujin and Haerin’s graduate assistant work, Asa and Jiwoo’s new restoration gig, and Eunchae’s library woes – and a fuller explanation of how exactly they all came to know each other.
Not a single second went by that you were in isolation. Eunchae and Asa sat by your sides, hands resting either on your shoulder or your knees. Jiwoo, Kyujin, and Haerin sat by your feet, looking up at whoever spoke.
In the hour or so spent in conversation, your attention wandered to simple details: it was either the relaxation in their shoulders, or the stillness in their smooth legs, or how supply their shirts clung to their chests – which was the exact reaction they wanted. But above all those, what drained you was their attention: they stared at you like they were ready to pounce at you if you so much as sniffled. You weren’t quite sure you’d need to sniffle at all for them to pounce at you anyway, given the circumstances.
Were you falling for the honeypot? Increasingly so.
“God, you girls are a handful,” you sighed, attempting to pack up the dishes before being dragged back down.
“No work for you, daddy,” Kyujin smiled. “We got it.”
“Girls,” you chuckled. “I’m a grown man.”
“It’s your birthday!,” Eunchae lightly patted your arm.
“It’s tomorrow.” The complaint fell on deaf ears.
When lunch was over, you all sat in the same positions, chatting over a series idly played over Netflix. In reality, this was just another moment for the girls to have some more quality time.
Eunchae’s lips buried into your neck while she closed her eyes, its unassuming dryness making them bristle more so than glide over your skin. She breathed easy and softly like your scent was what she needed in her moment of need.
Asa sat quietly, leaning her head on your shoulder. Earlier she looked at your hand on her thin lap, moving to wrap your arm around her shoulders and pat your head. You absentmindedly ran fingers through strands of her hair, and she’d occasionally rub her cheek against your idle palm.
Kyujin clung onto your calf, her grip embracing it like she were hanging on to it off a ledge. Her cheek on your exposed knee molded against its bumps, and she would shift her position while leaving it fastened, like it anchored her.
Jiwoo, on the other leg, rested her smooth arms and chin on your thigh. She was still, the warm, steady breaths cut by sharp bursts of air that were the only indication she hadn’t drifted off to sleep while watching the movie.
And Haerin sat between your legs, your hand rested on the top of her head. You lightly scratched her scalp, petting as you could feel her sink her head into her shoulders in enjoyment.
If there was any tension in the moment, then it was only from the collective of five different metaphorical rubber bands slowly stretching thin. Time slowed, not to a grinding halt but enough that the minutiae of being surrounded and held so affectionately started to slowly coalesce.
You looked to Eunchae, who giggled. You looked to Asa, who puckered her lips teasingly.
You breathed in deeply, then out. The five looked at you with warm concern.
“You’re all particularly touchy today,” you sighed. “And it’s… cute. Frustrating, even.”
“Frustrating how, daddy?,” Asa raised an eyebrow.
You sideeyed her. “You girls gave me the best blowjob of my life a few hours ago, and here you are all pretending you don’t wanna do it again.”
Jiwoo bit her lip. “Is it that obvious, daddy?”
“Yes.”
Eunchae kissed your cheek, closer to your jawline. “Do you want us to stop pretending, daddy?”
That was it.
You held your breath, looking down at Eunchae. Asa did the same, prompting your attention towards her.
“Hey!,” Kyujin whined, climbing up to lean on your thigh and stare you down with a scowl. “I want your attention too.” Jiwoo and Haerin looked up at you too, bodies fully turned towards you.
You chuckled. “Girls. Calm down.”
“But daddy,” Haerin whined, now under Kyujin’s head, “we want you.”
Jiwoo’s hand snaked up onto your erection, there since the first hand touched you. “Don’t you want it too?,” she cooed. Haerin and Kyujin’s hands joined her, the feeling travelling up your abdomen and out of your chest.
“You’re actually going to kill me. I’m gonna get eaten alive.”
“Maybe,” Haerin shrugged. “But we can't help it, daddy. We’ve wanted this so bad.” She leaned in slowly, meeting your lips with caution and care. Your focus was locked into Haerin’s lips, slowly gliding over yours. Jiwoo leaned in to push Haerin aside slowly, also locking your lips with hers. Asa and Eunchae planted a few soft, heavily subdued kisses on your cheeks too, and you tensed up until your whole torso shivered.
It took a mighty amount of restraint from all sides to pause. The five were now almost cheek-to-cheek, surrounding you until the screen and the sunlight were fully blocked.
“One last for daddy, okay, girls?,” Eunchae smirked, all five of them on the floor as they pulled your cock free from your boxer shorts.
It felt like a hammer fell down – or perhaps, like your length, jerked up – when it flicked against your waistband. The girls were absolutely smitten, staring at it with yearning eyes and eager mouths.
“Daddy’s cock,” Kyujin sighed. “Still so big.”
“I love it so much,” Jiwoo smiled.
“How do you wanna do this, girls?,” Eunchae asked.
“Ladies–”
“I want his balls,” Haerin bit her lip.
“I’ll join you,” Asa giggled.
“Can we switch later?,” Kyujin asked.
“Ladies–”
“Relax, daddy,” Eunchae shushed you. “We’re just taking care of you.”
“And you get to watch this time!,” Kyujin grinned, kissing your tip.
“We’ll figure it out,” Jiwoo laughed, urging Eunchae to join her in licking your tip.
Just like that, five mouths came down upon your manhood once again.
How does one elaborate on such a moment? Detailing what each one of them did would make it appear they were five mouths doing their own things; highlighting the feeling would ignore just how hypnotizing the audiovisual masterpiece of glistening lips and tongues around your dick was.
But as Kyujin swirled her tongue over your head, Eunchae and Jiwoo slid their lips across your shaft, and Haerin and Asa sucked on your balls hard, you could only feel the paralysis of pure and peaking bliss. That they swapped around so easily – Kyujin replacing Asa, then Haerin with Jiwoo, then Eunchae with Kyujin, and so on – made it harder to focus on any of them as an anchor.
You were reduced to mumbling and shaky heaving from the overwhelming feeling on your balls, your head, and all sections of your shaft licked and sucked with gusto and coordination. And though you could feel your cock physically ache from earlier, you could barely keep yourself together with their collectively masterful control of your arousal.
“F-fuck, girls, s-slow– fu-uck…”
The swarm of lips and tongues crashed again into your groin like a wave on a barrier. Their full force still came over you, determined to squeeze what little you had left for the day. It felt so overwhelming not because they had become so brazen or daring – the collective obedience, the collective need for your manhood was in and of itself a force almost unstoppable, purely domineering.
Though your eyes were shut in exhaustion, you could tell from the giggles and the unmistakable sound of kissing that they were having fun with the coordinated chaos.
“Daddy, please cum for us,” Asa sighed.
“We’ve been good,” Kyujin mumbled, your cock still in her mouth. “Right, daddy?”
“F– yes,” you groaned, struggling to hold on to a head, a fistful of hair, to no avail.
“Look at us, daddy,” Kyujin begged, directing your gaze to all of their eyes and tongues pointed at one thing and one thing only: your dick.
You could feel your balls squeeze out their painful last, and you groaned and ground your teeth. “Gonna cum.”
They leaned in closer, waiting patiently and licking until it was too late to clench up and mutter a warning.
The first spurt was heavy, the second one heavier. Each spray landed on a face – one for each girl, stopped only by the sheer force of your intent to keep this going as long as possible. Each spurt yielded a light squeal from the five, remarking at how heavy your release was, and you could feel how absolutely spent you were with the deep ache in your core.
When you craned your neck down, the sight was picturesque: their faces were glazed in small globules of stray semen, mostly glistening with still-fresh spit. Their hair was in shambles, likely from rubbing up against each other and the sheer heat that emanated between your legs. Their smiles were wider than they’ve ever been, even if the smudged makeup might say otherwise. Back to where they were earlier.
And, of course, your erection, which twitched as you witnessed their spectacle.
“Still so hard, daddy,” Kyujin gasped.
“D-daddy,” Jiwoo gasped, “we’re drenched.”
“We want to make you feel good, daddy,” Eunchae moaned.
“We wanna empty your balls, daddy,” Asa added.
“Daddy deserves it, doesn’t he?,” Haerin grinned,
You spent the next less-than-ten minutes catching your breath, each of them occasionally breaking the lull with kisses on your legs or your shoulders.
“You haven’t cum in days, haven’t you, daddy?,” Eunchae teased.
And she was right: the flash of days passing by busy reading through essays and lesson plans had you unable to so much as rub one out. That explained both the volume and haste.
“It’s… it’s been a week.”
“Are you sure you aren’t drained yet, daddy?,” Kyujin continued, climbing onto your lap. You could feel your sore shaft pulse itself into hardness, and Kyujin giggled upon noticing it.
“We aren’t done yet, are we?,” Eunchae pouted.
“I can go for round 3,” Haerin added, coming up over Kyujin’s shoulder.
“Me too,” Jiwoo added, joining Kyujin on another lap. “Daddy looks ready.”
Asa pulled your face to her by the chin. “What’s it gonna be?,” she whispered.
“F-fuck, you’re all crazy,” you heaved. “No more. I’m tired.”
“Aww,” they collectively groaned.
“But daddy, you haven’t even seen us naked,” Haerin begged.
“Or fucked us,” Asa pouted, reiterating her earlier point. The thought was very convincing.
“You said tomorrow,” you bargained, “so we’ll– we’ll do it tomorrow.”
“Does that mean, no more…,” Jiwoo pondered, “no more kisses?”
“I wanna keep kissing you, daddy,” Eunchae leaned closer to your cheek.
“Pleaaase,” Kyujin begged.
“Yes, yes,” you acquiesced, “just… holy fuck, give me a break first.”
The girls laughed heartily, lips coming all over you once again, your face passed around once again. This time, you could hear them whisper “I love you”s with every kiss.
Tomorrow will be quite the test.
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A/N: the actual number of drafts and rewrites this took holy shit (1)
Gonna reblog this to make MY FACE the headlines cuz some idiot decided to start a fight with me. Anyways, he’s still crying to his mom cuz I guess he hasn’t been breast fed today🤷🏻♀️
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The final bell had long since surrendered its shrill cry, yet the ghost of Ms. Jung's three-hour marathon lecture still haunted the classroom like a dense fog that refused to lift. The fluorescent lights hummed their monotonous lullaby overhead, casting a sickly pale glow upon the rows of desks where bodies lay strewn like fallen soldiers after a particularly brutal campaign. Thirty students, thirty casualties of academic warfare, had collapsed in various states of defeat. Some had their faces pressed flat against the cool wood, arms dangling limply over the edges. Others had slumped sideways, cheek resting against their folded arms, mouths slightly agape as if even the energy to close their lips had been confiscated by the relentless drone of Ms. Jung's voice.
It was inevitable, really. When Ms. Jung took hold of a subject, she did not merely teach it. She inhabited it, she consumed it, she forced every living soul within earshot to endure a three-hour continuous siege of information that felt less like education and more like endurance testing. The only redeeming quality of the entire ordeal was that it had finally, mercifully, ended.
One by one, the survivors stirred. Backpacks were zipped with the sluggish movements of the walking dead. Chairs scraped against linoleum with agonizing squeals. Muttered farewells and groans of relief filled the air as the classroom slowly emptied, a procession of the exhausted dragging themselves toward the promise of freedom that waited beyond the school gates.
Yet three figures remained.
Yeji sat with her forehead resting against her arms, her dark hair spilling over the desk like a silk curtain. Her breathing was slow and measured, each exhale a soft sigh of resignation. Across the aisle, Yuna had her head tilted back, eyes closed, her chest rising and falling with the rhythm of someone who had forgotten what rest felt like. And then there was Seonwoo, slumped forward with his chin propped against his palm, staring blankly at the condensation ring his water bottle had left on the desk.
The silence stretched between them, thick and heavy with the weight of the day's exhaustion. Finally, Yeji stirred. She lifted her head with the effort of someone moving through deep water, her neck stiff from maintaining the same position for too long. She blinked several times, her vision adjusting to the harsh lighting, and slowly pushed herself up from the desk. Her movements were deliberate, careful, as if she feared her bones might shatter if she moved too quickly.
She reached for her bag, the leather strap sliding over her shoulder with a soft thump, and began the methodical process of packing her scattered notes and textbooks. The sound of papers shuffling caught Seonwoo's attention. He raised his head, his dark eyes focusing on her with the slow realization that they were not alone.
"Yeji," he called out, his voice rough from disuse after hours of silence.
She paused, turning to look at him with an eyebrow raised in question. "Hmm?"
"What are you doing after school?" Seonwoo asked, straightening up in his chair with a wince as his back cracked in protest.
Yeji zipped her bag closed and slung it over her shoulder, considering the question. "I am going to try a recipe," she said, a small smile touching her lips. "I saw it on YouTube last night. It is a Korean stew, the kind with the soft tofu and the kimchi that bubbles in the pot. The video made it look so warm and comforting, and I thought after today, after Ms. Jung trying to kill us all with boredom, I deserve something warm in my stomach."
"That sounds good," Seonwoo said, standing up and stretching his arms above his head, his shirt riding up slightly to reveal a sliver of his stomach. "But be careful, okay?"
"Careful?" Yeji laughed, the sound light and melodic. "It is just cooking, Seonwoo. It is not like I am defusing a bomb."
"I know, I know," he said, walking over to lean against the desk beside hers. "But still. Be careful when you are cutting the vegetables. Keep your fingers tucked in, knife away from your body. And when you are handling the heat, do not let the oil splash on you. Turn the flame down if it gets too high, and make sure you do not burn yourself on the pot handles. They stay hot even after you turn off the stove, so use the mitts. And-"
"Since when did you start caring about Yeji that much?"
The voice came from behind them, sharp and suspicious, cutting through Seonwoo's sentence like a blade. They both turned to find Yuna sitting up in her chair, no longer looking exhausted but rather studying them with an intensity that made the air feel suddenly colder. Her eyes darted between the two of them, narrowing slightly as if she were trying to solve a puzzle that had been placed before her.
Seonwoo froze, his mouth still slightly open from where he had been interrupted. He closed it slowly, his mind racing to find an explanation that would not raise further suspicion. "I... what do you mean?" he asked, trying to sound casual, though his voice came out slightly higher than usual.
"You know exactly what I mean," Yuna said, standing up and walking over to them. She crossed her arms over her chest, looking from Seonwoo to Yeji and back again. "You were giving her a full safety lecture. Since when do you care if someone burns their fingers on a pot handle? You do not even care when you burn your own fingers."
"I am just being a good friend," Seonwoo said, shrugging his shoulders in what he hoped was a nonchalant manner. "Is it wrong to tell someone to be careful?"
"It is not wrong," Yuna said, her eyes narrowing further. "It is just... strange. You two have been acting weird lately. Always whispering to each other. Always leaving class at the same time. Always finding excuses to sit together. I have been watching you both for weeks now, and something is definitely going on."
Yeji felt her heart begin to pound against her ribs, a rapid drumbeat of panic that she tried desperately to hide behind a mask of confusion. "What are you talking about, Yuna?" she asked, forcing a laugh that sounded brittle even to her own ears. "We are just friends. We have always been friends. Nothing has changed."
"Nothing has changed?" Yuna raised an eyebrow, stepping closer to Yeji. "Last week, I saw you two sharing earbuds in the library. The week before that, I saw Seonwoo buying you coffee before class. And yesterday, I could have sworn I saw you two holding hands behind the gymnasium. Explain that."
Seonwoo and Yeji exchanged a quick glance, a silent communication of panic passing between them. They had been so careful, so meticulous in hiding their relationship from Yuna. For two weeks, they had maintained their secret, stealing moments together in shadows and empty hallways, always looking over their shoulders to make sure no one was watching. And now, it seemed their careful facade was beginning to crack.
"We were not holding hands," Seonwoo said quickly, perhaps too quickly. "You must have seen wrong. Maybe we were reaching for the same book, or maybe-"
"Maybe you are lying," Yuna interrupted, her voice soft but firm. She looked at Yeji, her expression shifting from suspicion to something resembling hurt. "If something is going on between you two, you can tell me. I am your best friend, Yeji. I would understand. But do not lie to my face. That is what hurts."
Yeji felt a pang of guilt stab through her chest. She looked at Yuna, really looked at her, and saw the genuine concern and confusion in her friend's eyes. They had kept this secret for so long, not because they were ashamed, but because they had wanted to savor the newness of their relationship without the prying eyes and questions of others. But now, seeing Yuna's face, Yeji wondered if they had made a mistake.
"It is... complicated," Yeji said softly, looking down at her shoes.
"Complicated how?" Yuna pressed, stepping closer. "Either you are dating or you are not. Which is it?"
Seonwoo opened his mouth to answer, but Yeji spoke first. "We are... we are seeing where things go," she said carefully, choosing her words like stepping stones across a river. "It is new. Very new. We did not want to make a big deal out of it until we knew what it was. That is all."
Yuna looked between them again, her expression unreadable. For a long moment, the only sound was the hum of the fluorescent lights above them. Then, slowly, a smile spread across Yuna's face. It was not a full smile, not quite, but it was a start.
"You two are idiots," she said, shaking her head. "Did you really think I would not notice? I have known you both for three years. I can tell when something is different. But fine. Keep your secrets. Just... do not hide things from me anymore, okay? It makes me feel like I am not important to you."
"You are important," Seonwoo said quickly. "We are sorry. We should have told you."
"Yes, you should have," Yuna agreed. "But I will forgive you. This time."
Yeji let out a breath she had not realized she was holding. The tension in her shoulders eased slightly, though her heart was still beating fast. They had dodged a bullet, but only barely. Yuna knew something was up, even if she did not know the full extent of it. They would have to be more careful from now on.
"So," Yuna said, her tone shifting to something more casual, though her eyes still held a glint of curiosity. "What are you two doing tonight? Studying together? Going on a date?"
"I am going home," Yeji said, picking up her bag again. "My father is away on a business camp, so I will be alone. I was thinking of having a girls' night, actually. Yuna, do you want to come over? We could study together, watch movies, eat junk food. It would be fun."
Yuna considered the offer, her lips pursed in thought. "I wish I could," she said, genuine regret in her voice. "But I promised my mother I would help her with something tonight. Family dinner with relatives visiting from Busan. I will be stuck listening to my aunt talk about her cats for hours."
"Oh," Yeji said, trying to hide the disappointment in her voice. "That is too bad. I was looking forward to it."
"Sorry," Yuna said. "But hey, maybe another time?"
"Of course," Yeji said, smiling. "Another time."
Yuna gathered her things and headed for the door, waving goodbye. "See you both tomorrow. And Seonwoo?"
"Yeah?"
"Take care of her. I mean it."
"I will," Seonwoo promised.
As Yuna disappeared down the hallway, Yeji turned to Seonwoo. She glanced at him, then looked back toward the empty hallway where Yuna had gone. Then she looked at him again, her eyes holding a meaning that went beyond words.
"So," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I will be alone tonight. Completely alone. My father left this morning for his business camp, and he will not be back until the day after tomorrow. Just me, in an empty house, with no one to talk to, no one to keep me company. I will be all by myself, cooking that stew, sitting on the couch, probably bored out of my mind. Alone. Did I mention I will be alone?"
She emphasized the word "alone" each time, her eyes darting to him with a hopeful, suggestive glint. Seonwoo felt his pulse quicken as understanding dawned on him. She was not just telling him her plans. She was inviting him. Asking him, in her own subtle way, to come over.
A slow smile spread across his face, warm and eager. He understood the signal loud and clear.
Yuna suddenly popped her head back around the corner, making them both jump. "Hey, I forgot my phone charger. Have you seen it?"
"It is on your desk," Yeji said, her voice steady despite the sudden rush of adrenaline.
"Thanks," Yuna said, grabbing the charger. She paused, looking at Seonwoo's expression. "Why are you smiling like that? You look like you just won the lottery."
Seonwoo quickly schooled his features into a neutral expression. "What? No, I am not smiling. This is just my face."
"You are definitely smiling," Yuna said suspiciously. "What is going on?"
"It is nothing," Seonwoo said, waving his hand dismissively. "I just remembered a funny video I saw online. That is all."
Yuna looked unconvinced but shrugged. "Whatever. See you tomorrow."
As she left again, Yeji and Seonwoo waited a full minute in silence, listening to her footsteps fade away. Then Yeji turned to him, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"So," she whispered. "Tonight?"
"Tonight," Seonwoo confirmed, his heart racing with anticipation.
They gathered their things and walked out of the classroom together, down the long hallway lined with lockers, past the empty classrooms and the silent auditorium. The school was eerily quiet at this hour, the chaos of the day having given way to a peaceful stillness. Their footsteps echoed against the tile floor, a rhythmic accompaniment to their racing hearts.
As they reached the front entrance, they saw Yuna already halfway down the front steps, heading toward the school gate. She turned and waved at them, and they waved back. Then she turned left, heading toward the bus stop, while Yeji and Seonwoo turned right, walking in the opposite direction toward the residential streets.
When they were sure Yuna was out of sight, Yeji stopped walking. She turned to face Seonwoo, her bag sliding off her shoulder slightly. She looked at him with those dark, expressive eyes that had captivated him from the first day he had met her. Then, slowly, deliberately, she raised her hand to her lips and pressed two fingers against them in a kiss. She pulled her hand away and mouthed the words, her lips forming the syllables with exaggerated care.
"Saranghae."
Seonwoo's breath caught in his throat. He felt his chest expand with warmth, a heat that spread through his veins and made his fingertips tingle. He stepped closer to her, close enough that he could smell the faint scent of her shampoo, jasmine and something else, something uniquely her. He mirrored her gesture, pressing his own fingers to his lips before extending them toward her.
"Saranghae," he mouthed back.
They stood there for a moment, suspended in the golden light of the late afternoon sun, two figures on an empty sidewalk sharing a secret that felt bigger than the world itself. Then Yeji smiled, a real smile this time, bright and beautiful and meant only for him. She turned and started walking again, and Seonwoo followed, his heart light as air, already counting down the minutes until nightfall.
The evening arrived with a softness that seemed almost orchestrated for their meeting. The sun had surrendered to the horizon, painting the sky in strokes of violet and amber before fading into a deep, velvety blue. Streetlights flickered to life one by one, casting pools of warm yellow light upon the quiet residential streets. The air had cooled from the heat of the day, carrying with it the scent of blooming flowers and distant cooking fires.
Seonwoo stood before Yeji's front door, his hand raised to knock, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He had gone home first, as they had planned, showered and changed into fresh clothes, and told his parents he was going to a friend's house to study. It was not entirely a lie, he told himself. They would study. Eventually. Maybe. But first, there was the anticipation of being alone with her, truly alone, without the watchful eyes of teachers or classmates or well-meaning friends.
He knocked, three sharp raps against the wood, and held his breath.
The door opened slowly, revealing Yeji standing in the entryway. She had changed out of her school uniform into a loose-fitting sweater and comfortable leggings, her hair still damp from a shower and pulled back into a messy bun. She looked soft and approachable, the harsh lines of academic stress smoothed away from her face. When she saw him, her eyes lit up, and she stepped aside to let him in.
"Hey," she whispered, as if speaking too loudly might shatter the intimacy of the moment.
"Hey," he whispered back, stepping across the threshold into her home.
The house was quiet, the silence profound and heavy with possibility. Seonwoo slipped off his shoes and placed them neatly beside the door, following Yeji into the living room. The space was cozy, lived-in, with books stacked on the coffee table and a soft blanket draped over the arm of the couch. The lights were dimmed, creating an atmosphere that felt immediately intimate.
They stood there for a moment, unsure of how to proceed. The awkwardness was palpable, a living thing that seemed to fill the space between them. They had kissed before, stolen moments in empty classrooms and behind the gymnasium, brief touches of lips that left them both breathless and wanting more. But this was different. This was her space, her sanctuary, and they were alone with hours stretching before them like an unwritten page.
Yeji shifted her weight from foot to foot, her hands clasped in front of her. "So," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "Do you want to sit down?"
"Sure," Seonwoo said, following her to the couch.
They sat down, leaving a careful distance between them, both facing forward, staring at the blank television screen as if it held the answers to their nervousness. Seonwoo could hear his own heartbeat in his ears, a thunderous sound that seemed to fill the room. He wanted to reach for her hand, to bridge the gap between them, but his limbs felt heavy, frozen by the weight of the moment.
It was Yeji who moved first. She turned her head to look at him, her eyes wide and dark in the dim light. Seonwoo felt her gaze on him and turned to meet it. They stared at each other for a long moment, the air between them growing thick with tension. Then, slowly, Seonwoo leaned forward.
He pressed his lips to her cheek, a soft, chaste kiss that lingered for a heartbeat longer than necessary. Yeji gasped softly, her hand flying up to cover the spot where his lips had touched. She turned toward him fully, her eyes searching his face with a mixture of surprise and delight.
"Seonwoo," she breathed.
He did not answer with words. Instead, he leaned in again, this time capturing her lips with his own. The kiss was gentle at first, exploratory, a question asked and answered. But then it deepened, growing more urgent as weeks of pent-up desire finally found release. Seonwoo felt Yeji's lips part beneath his, and he responded in kind, their tongues meeting in a dance that was both familiar and thrillingly new.
He reached out, his hand finding her waist and pulling her closer. She came willingly, melting into his touch as if she had been waiting for this moment forever. The distance between them vanished, replaced by the warmth of her body pressed against his. The kiss continued, endless and consuming, until they were both breathless and trembling.
When they finally broke apart, Yeji's face was flushed, her eyes bright and unfocused. She reached up with trembling fingers and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, a nervous gesture that made Seonwoo's heart ache with tenderness. She stood up suddenly, her movements jerky and uncoordinated.
"This will not do," she said, her voice high and strained. "This will not do at all. We should study. You came here to study, right? We have that exam tomorrow. We should focus on that."
Seonwoo blinked, the haze of desire clearing slowly from his mind. "Study?" he repeated, the word feeling foreign on his tongue.
"Yes, study," Yeji insisted, already moving toward her bag. "We need to review the material. Ms. Jung will expect us to know everything. Come on, let us get our notes out."
She spread her books and papers on the coffee table, arranging them with meticulous care. Seonwoo watched her for a moment, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. She was nervous, he realized. Just as nervous as he was, perhaps more so. The thought was endearing, and it helped to settle some of his own anxiety.
"Okay," he said, pulling out his own notebook. "Let us study."
They moved to the floor, sitting cross-legged on the carpet with the coffee table between them. The next hour passed in a blur of mathematical equations and historical dates, their voices low as they quizzed each other and worked through problems together. Slowly, the tension began to ease. They laughed at a silly mistake Seonwoo made in his calculations. Yeji teased him about his terrible handwriting. He retaliated by tickling her side, making her shriek with laughter before they both remembered they were supposed to be quiet and clapped hands over their mouths, giggling like conspirators.
Yeji stood up to get snacks from the kitchen, returning with a bowl of popcorn and two glasses of water. They settled back into their positions, munching on the popcorn as they continued their review. The atmosphere had shifted from awkward tension to comfortable companionship, the kind of ease that came from truly enjoying someone's presence.
Then it happened.
Yeji reached across the table to point at something in Seonwoo's notes, her hand knocking against her glass. Time seemed to slow down as the glass tipped over, water spilling out in a cascade that landed directly in Seonwoo's lap. He jumped, a startled yelp escaping his throat as the cold liquid soaked through his pants, clinging to his skin with unpleasant chill.
"Oh no," Yeji gasped, her hands flying to her mouth. "Oh no, oh no, I am so sorry, Seonwoo. I am such an idiot. I am so sorry."
She grabbed a handful of tissues from the box on the table and began patting at his lap with frantic energy. Seonwoo sat frozen, acutely aware of her hands pressing against his thighs, the intimacy of the gesture making his face burn with heat that had nothing to do with embarrassment.
"It is okay," he said, his voice strangled. "It is just water. It will dry."
"But your pants," Yeji said, still dabbing at him with the tissues. "They are soaked. You cannot wear wet pants all night. You will catch a cold."
She paused, her hands stilling on his lap as an idea seemed to occur to her. She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his with a hesitant expression.
"I have some night clothes," she said softly. "My father keeps some here for when he visits, but they would be too big for you. But I also have some of my own... they are loose and comfortable. You could wear them. Just for now, while your pants dry."
Seonwoo stared at her, his mind struggling to process the offer. Wear her clothes? The idea sent a thrill through him that he could not quite name. To be wrapped in fabric that had touched her skin, to smell her scent on the material. It was an intimacy that felt almost more personal than the kiss they had shared earlier.
"I... are you sure?" he asked.
"Yes," Yeji said, standing up. "Come on. Let us go to my room."
She led him down the hallway to her bedroom, a space that smelled distinctly of her, a mixture of perfume and books and the faint scent of sleep. She walked to her closet and pulled it open, rummaging through the drawers inside. She pulled out several pairs of loose pajama pants, holding them up one by one to assess their size.
"These might work," she muttered, selecting a pair of soft cotton pants in a dark blue color. She held them out to him, then seemed to reconsider. She turned her back to him, facing the wall. "Okay, you can change. I will not look."
Seonwoo took the pants with trembling hands. He looked around the room, confirming that she was indeed not looking, and then began to peel off his wet jeans. The fabric clung stubbornly to his skin, and he had to wiggle and pull to get them off. Finally, he stepped out of them and pulled on her pajama pants. They were soft, impossibly soft, and they fit surprisingly well, though they were a bit loose around the waist. He tied the drawstring carefully.
"Okay," he said. "I am done."
Yeji turned around, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of him wearing her clothes. For a moment, she simply stared, her mouth slightly open. Then, a giggle escaped her, followed by another, until she was laughing outright, her hand pressed to her mouth to muffle the sound.
"What?" Seonwoo asked, feeling his face heat up. "What is so funny?"
"You," Yeji said between giggles. "You look... you look cute. Like a little boy wearing his older sister's hand-me-downs."
"I do not look like a little boy," Seonwoo protested, though he could not help the smile that tugged at his lips. "And this is your fault anyway. If you had not spilled water on me-"
"I know, I know," Yeji said, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes. "I am sorry. But really, you do look adorable."
She moved back to the closet, still chuckling. "You know what? Since you are already wearing my pants, you might as well wear a shirt too. It would be more comfortable than your school shirt. And it would match."
She pulled out a few of her own shirts, simple oversized tees that she wore to bed. She selected one, a soft gray shirt with a faded print on the front, and held it out to him.
"Want to wear my shirt too?" she asked, her voice playful but her eyes holding a challenge.
Seonwoo looked at the shirt, then at her. He could not refuse. He did not want to refuse. "Okay," he said.
Yeji smiled and turned around again, giving him privacy to change. Seonwoo pulled his shirt over his head, the fabric catching slightly on his chin before coming free. He stood there for a moment, shirtless in her bedroom, feeling the cool air against his skin. He reached for her shirt-
Click.
The sound was unmistakable. The sharp, digital click of a phone camera.
Seonwoo froze, his hand halfway to the shirt. "Yeji?" he said, his voice dangerous.
Another click. And another.
He spun around to find Yeji facing him, her phone held up, a mischievous grin spread across her face. She had not been looking away at all. She had been watching him in the mirror, capturing the moment he stood shirtless in her room.
"Yeji," Seonwoo growled, lunging toward her.
She shrieked and ran, dodging around the bed, her phone clutched tight in her hand. "No, wait, Seonwoo, it is cute! You look so good! I need to keep this!"
"Give me that phone," Seonwoo demanded, chasing her around the room.
"Never," she laughed, dancing away from his grasping hands.
He lunged again, and this time he caught her around the waist. They tumbled together onto the bed, falling sideways in a tangle of limbs. Seonwoo landed partially on top of her, his body pressing hers into the mattress. The phone fell from her hand onto the pillow beside them, forgotten.
They lay there, breathing hard, staring into each other's eyes. The laughter faded from Yeji's face, replaced by something softer, more vulnerable. Seonwoo could feel her chest rising and falling beneath him, her heart beating a rapid staccato that matched his own.
Slowly, deliberately, he leaned down and kissed her.
It was different from the kiss on the couch. That had been tentative, exploratory. This was certain, hungry. Seonwoo poured weeks of longing into the kiss, his hand coming up to cup her face while his body pressed more firmly against hers. Yeji responded with equal fervor, her arms winding around his neck to pull him closer.
His hand moved from her waist, sliding beneath the hem of her sweater. Her skin was warm and soft beneath his fingertips, and he felt her shiver at his touch. He explored the curve of her waist, the dip of her spine, before his hand moved higher, finding the clasp of her bra. He hesitated, asking permission with his eyes.
Yeji nodded, barely perceptible, and he unclasped it.
The fabric loosened, and Seonwoo pushed it aside, his hand closing around her breast. She gasped into his mouth, arching into his touch. He kneaded her gently, his thumb brushing over her nipple, feeling it harden beneath his touch. Yeji moaned softly, the sound vibrating against his lips, and Seonwoo felt his control beginning to unravel.
He broke the kiss, moving his lips to her neck, trailing kisses down the column of her throat. Yeji tilted her head back, giving him access, her fingers tangling in his hair. He nipped at her collarbone, sucked at the sensitive skin just above her pulse point, marking her in a way that felt primal and necessary.
His hand moved lower, finding the waistband of her leggings. He hooked his fingers beneath the fabric, tugging them down slightly. Yeji lifted her hips to help him, and the pants slid lower, exposing her panties. They were simple, cotton, pale pink, and the sight of them made Seonwoo's breath hitch in his throat.
He placed his hand between her legs, feeling the heat radiating from her core even through the fabric. Yeji gasped, her hips bucking slightly against his palm. He began to rub her gently, slowly, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. But Yeji's eyes were closed, her lips parted, her breath coming in shallow pants. She was wet, he could feel it, the dampness seeping through the cotton to coat his fingers.
"Seonwoo," she whispered, her voice trembling.
He leaned down to kiss her again, his hand continuing its slow, rhythmic movements. He was lost in the taste of her, the feel of her, the scent of her arousal filling his senses-
"Yeji? Yeji, where are you?"
The voice came from downstairs, loud and unexpected, freezing them both in place. It was a man's voice, deep and familiar, a voice that belonged to someone who should not have been there.
Yeji's eyes snapped open, wide with panic. "Appa," she whispered, the color draining from her face.
Seonwoo felt his blood turn to ice. Her father. The man who was supposed to be at a business camp, who was supposed to be miles away, who was supposed to be gone until the day after tomorrow. He was here. He was in the house. And he was climbing the stairs.
"Yeji? Are you upstairs?" The voice grew louder, footsteps echoing on the wooden steps.
Yeji moved with the speed of desperation. She shoved Seonwoo off her and pulled the blanket from the bed, throwing it over him. He scrambled to hide beneath it, pulling his legs up just as the bedroom door began to open. Yeji yanked her sweater down, trying to cover herself, but in her panic, she forgot one crucial thing.
Her pants. Her leggings were still pulled down, her panties exposed, and there was no time to fix them before the door swung fully open.
Yeji grabbed a pillow and placed it over her lap, hoping it would be enough to hide her state of undress. She tried to arrange her features into a mask of normalcy, though her heart was hammering so hard she was certain her father could hear it.
The door opened fully, and her father stepped inside. He was a tall man, broad-shouldered, with kind eyes that crinkled at the corners when he smiled. But now, those eyes were looking at her with concern.
"Yeji?" he said, taking in the scene before him. His daughter, sitting on the bed, looking flushed and disheveled, a pillow clutched to her lap. "What is going on? Why are you going to bed so early?"
Yeji forced a laugh, the sound brittle and false. "Oh, Appa, you startled me. I did not hear you come in. I am just... I am a bit tired, that is all. Ms. Jung gave us a very long lecture today. Three hours. I am exhausted."
Her father stepped further into the room, his brow furrowed. "But it is only eight o'clock. You never sleep this early."
"I know," Yeji said, gripping the pillow tighter. "But I really am tired. And... and I have been feeling a bit under the weather. Maybe I am coming down with something."
Her father crossed the room, his movements slow and deliberate. Yeji's heart rate spiked as he approached the bed. If he came any closer, he might see the lump under the blanket. He might see that her pants were down. He might realize that there was someone else in the room, hiding mere inches from where he stood.
He reached out, his hand coming toward her face. Yeji flinched, unable to help herself. But he only placed his palm against her forehead, checking for fever.
"You do feel a bit warm," he said, concern deepening in his voice. "Do you have a headache? Sore throat?"
"No," Yeji said quickly. "It is just... it is just my period. You know how I get. Cramps, fatigue. I just want to sleep it off."
Her father recoiled slightly, his hand dropping away. The mention of her period was enough to make any father uncomfortable, and Yeji knew it. She used it now as a shield, hoping it would make him back off, give her space, leave the room before he discovered their secret.
"Ah," he said, clearing his throat. "I see. Well, that explains why you look so flushed. You should rest then. Drink some warm tea. Do you need anything? Medicine?"
"No, Appa, I am fine," Yeji said, her voice tight. "Really. I just need to sleep."
Her father nodded, but instead of leaving, he moved to the chair by her desk and sat down. Yeji's blood ran cold. Why was he sitting down? Why was he not leaving?
"I wanted to talk to you anyway," he said, settling into the chair. "The business camp was cancelled. Some problem with the venue. So I came home early. But when I arrived, I saw a mess in the living room. Books everywhere, snacks, two glasses. It looked like you had a visitor. Was Yuna here?"
Yeji's mind raced. "Yes," she lied. "Yuna was here. We were studying together. She left a little while ago. She forgot to clean up before she left. I was going to do it after I rested."
"That was nice of her to come over," her father said, nodding. "You two have always been close. It is good to have friends who support your studies."
"Yes, Appa," Yeji said, her voice strained. "It is very good."
Meanwhile, beneath the blanket, Seonwoo was in a state of pure terror and agonizing arousal. He was trapped, completely trapped, with nowhere to go and no way to escape. He could hear every word of the conversation above him, could feel the weight of Yeji's father's presence in the room like a physical force pressing down on him.
But worse than the fear of discovery was the torment of his position. He was lying between Yeji's legs, her thighs on either side of him, her panties directly in his line of sight. He could smell her, that intoxicating scent of her arousal that had been interrupted but not diminished. Her thighs were damp with sweat, glistening in the dim light that filtered through the blanket, and he could hear the soft, shaky intake of her breath every time she spoke.
He could not help himself. The proximity, the danger, the sheer eroticism of the situation overwhelmed his rational mind. He leaned forward, his face brushing against her inner thigh, and placed a soft kiss on the sensitive skin.
Yeji jolted, her body going rigid. Above the blanket, she made a small, strangled sound.
"Yeji?" her father asked, his attention snapping back to her. "What is it? Are you in pain?"
"It is nothing," Yeji gasped, her knuckles white as she gripped the pillow. "Nothing, Appa. Just... just a sudden cramp. It will pass."
"Are you sure?" Her father leaned forward, his expression worried. "You look very pale suddenly. Maybe I should call a doctor."
"No," Yeji said, her voice rising in panic. "No, really, I am fine. Please, Appa, do not worry. Just... just let me rest. Please."
Seonwoo took her pleading as permission to continue. He kissed her thigh again, higher this time, his lips trailing a path of fire along her skin. He nuzzled against her, inhaling her scent deeply, his nose brushing against the damp cotton of her panties. Yeji bit her lip hard, her body trembling with the effort of holding back her reactions.
"Yeji, you are shaking," her father said, standing up from the chair. He took a step toward the bed, and Yeji's heart stopped.
"Please," Yeji begged, her voice breaking. "Please, Appa, just leave. I need to sleep. I need to be alone. Please."
Her father paused, studying her face. She looked desperate, wild, nothing like his normally composed daughter. He frowned, concern warring with confusion in his expression. "Yeji, is something wrong? You are acting very strangely."
"Nothing is wrong," Yeji said, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. "I just... I need to rest. Please, Appa. Please go."
He stood there for a moment longer, and under the blanket, Seonwoo took advantage of his hesitation. He slid his fingers under the edge of Yeji's panties, pulling the fabric aside to expose her fully to him. Yeji's breath hitched, her eyes widening. Seonwoo leaned in, his tongue darting out to taste her.
The sensation was electric. Yeji's hips bucked involuntarily, a soft moan escaping her lips before she could clamp them shut. Her father froze, his eyes narrowing.
"What was that?" he asked.
"What was what?" Yeji tried to sound innocent, but her voice was breathy, strained.
"That sound. Did you say something?"
"I... I coughed," Yeji lied. "My throat is dry. That is all."
Her father did not look convinced, but he seemed to decide that pushing further would not help. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Alright. I will leave you to rest. But if you feel worse, you tell me immediately. Understand?"
"Goodnight, Yeji," her father said. He turned and walked toward the door. Yeji watched him go, her body coiled tight as a spring, every nerve ending screaming with sensation as Seonwoo continued his ministrations beneath the blanket.
Her father reached the door and paused, his hand on the handle. He turned back to look at her one last time. "You know, you seem very flustered. Are you sure there is nothing you want to tell me?"
"Nothing," Yeji managed to say, though the word came out as a gasp as Seonwoo flicked his tongue over her most sensitive spot. "I am just tired. Very tired. Please, Appa. Goodnight."
He held her gaze for a moment longer, then nodded. "Alright. Sleep well."
He opened the door and stepped out, pulling it closed behind him with a soft click.
Yeji waited until she heard his footsteps retreating down the hall, until she heard the door to his own bedroom close with a muffled thud. Then, and only then, did she let out the moan she had been holding back.
"Seonwoo," she cried, her voice loud now, unrestricted.
She ripped the blanket off, revealing him between her legs, his face flushed, his lips wet with her arousal. He looked up at her with dark, hungry eyes, and she felt another wave of desire crash through her.
"You," she said, her voice trembling with a mixture of anger and lingering pleasure. "You are... you are impossible."
She sat up and smacked him on the head, though there was no real force behind the blow. Seonwoo yelped, more from surprise than pain, and scrambled up from his position between her legs.
"I could not help it," he said, his voice sheepish but his eyes still burning with desire. "You were right there. And you smelled so good. And I was already... we were already..."
"That was dangerous," Yeji said, though her lips were twitching, threatening to smile. "He could have found you. He could have lifted the blanket. Do you know what would have happened then?"
"We would be dead," Seonwoo said solemnly. "Dead and buried. Your father would have killed me, and then my own father would have killed me again."
"Exactly," Yeji said, but she was laughing now, the tension breaking into giggles that she could not contain. "You are crazy. Absolutely crazy."
"Crazy for you," Seonwoo said, leaning in to kiss her cheek.
Yeji wiped the kiss away with the back of her hand, her nose wrinkling in a pout. "That does not work. You cannot just kiss away your mistakes."
Seonwoo kissed her other cheek. She wiped that one away too.
He kissed her lips, a soft, sweet press of mouth against mouth. Yeji reached up to wipe it away, but he caught her hand, holding it as he kissed her again, deeper this time. She struggled half-heartedly, trying to maintain her pretend anger, but when he pulled her down onto the bed and began kissing her neck, she dissolved into laughter.
"Stop," she giggled, squirming beneath him. "That tickles. Seonwoo, stop."
He did not stop. He kissed a trail down her throat, across her collarbone, back up to capture her lips in a kiss that was no longer playful but passionate. Yeji's laughter faded, replaced by soft sighs and moans as he undid the buttons of her sweater, one by one, exposing her skin to the cool air.
He pushed the fabric aside, revealing her breasts, her nipples hard and begging for attention. Seonwoo gasped at the sight, the beauty of her laid bare before him. Yeji tried to cover herself, her shyness returning, but Seonwoo gently moved her hands aside.
"Do not hide," he whispered. "You are beautiful."
He lowered his head, taking one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently while his hand caressed the other. Yeji arched off the bed, her fingers tangling in his hair, holding him to her. He switched sides, lavishing equal attention on her other breast, until she was writhing beneath him, her hips grinding against his in a rhythm as old as time.
"Seonwoo," she breathed, her voice thick with desire. "Should we... should we stop? What about your father... I mean, my father? What if he comes back?"
Seonwoo lifted his head, looking down at her with eyes darkened by passion. "Do you want to stop?" he asked, his voice rough.
Yeji looked up at him, her heart overflowing with emotion. She thought of the danger, the risk, the potential for absolute disaster. Then she looked at him, really looked at him, and saw the love and desire mingled in his expression.
"No," she said, reaching for his shirt and pulling it up over his head. "I do not want to stop. I need you now. More than anything."
They lay back on the bed, skin against skin, the heat between them building to an inferno. Seonwoo kissed his way down her body, removing her panties completely, spreading her legs to gaze at her fully. Yeji felt a moment of vulnerability, of exposure, but it was quickly replaced by pleasure as he touched her again, his fingers finding her wet and ready.
"Seonwoo," she whispered, her voice breaking. "Do you have... do you have protection?"
He kissed her inner thigh, then looked up at her with a smirk. "Of course I do," he said. "I came prepared."
Yeji laughed, hitting him lightly on the shoulder. "You came prepared? When did you get so confident?"
"I have been planning this moment for weeks," he admitted, his voice soft. "Ever since you agreed to be my girlfriend. I have been carrying them in my bag, just in case. Just in case you ever wanted... just in case."
"Where is it?" Yeji asked, her heart swelling with affection for him.
"It is in my bag," Seonwoo said, sitting up. He pointed toward the door, and his face suddenly fell. "It is in my bag. In the living room. Where your father is."
The realization hit them both like a bucket of cold water. Yeji sat up too, her eyes wide with panic. "The living room? Your bag is in the living room?"
"I left it there when I came in," Seonwoo said, his voice rising. "I did not think... I did not know he would be here. Yeji, if he sees my bag, if he looks inside, if he finds the condoms-"
"Calm down," Yeji said, though her own heart was racing. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to think. "Okay. We need to get your bag. But we need to be smart about it."
She stood up and pulled on her shirt, not bothering with the bra or the pants. She walked to the door and opened it, peeking out into the hallway. The sound of running water came from upstairs, followed by the muffled sound of her father's voice. He was singing. He always sang when he showered.
"He is in the shower," Yeji said, turning back to Seonwoo with a grin. "He has a routine. Whenever he comes home from work, he goes straight to the shower and spends at least an hour in there, singing at the top of his lungs. We have time."
Seonwoo scrambled out from under the bed, where he had retreated in fear. "Are you sure?"
"Positive," Yeji said. "But we need to be quick. Go to the living room, get your bag, and come right back. I will wait here."
Seonwoo nodded, pulling on his shirt. He crept out into the hallway, moving on silent feet. Yeji watched him go, her heart in her throat. She listened to the sound of her father's singing, a loud, off-key rendition of an old trot song, echoing through the house.
A minute passed. Then two. Yeji began to worry. What if her father had finished early? What if he had heard something? What if-
The door burst open, and Seonwoo stumbled in, his bag clutched to his chest. He closed the door behind him and leaned against it, breathing hard. "Got it," he gasped.
Yeji rushed to him, taking the bag and dumping its contents onto the bed. Among the notebooks and pens, she found what she was looking for. A small box, unopened, containing three condoms. She held them up, her eyes meeting Seonwoo's with a mixture of excitement and nervousness.
"Three," she said, her voice breathy. "You came prepared for three?"
"I came hopeful," Seonwoo corrected, stepping closer to her.
Yeji placed the box between her teeth, holding it there like a promise, a tease. She looked up at him through her lashes, her expression seductive and inviting. Seonwoo felt his remaining self-control snap. He grabbed her waist, pulling her against him, and took the box from her mouth.
"What was that?" he asked, his voice low and rough.
"That," Yeji said, her hands moving to his pants, "was an invitation."
She pushed him back toward the bed, and they fell together onto the mattress, a tangle of limbs and desperate kisses. Seonwoo tore open the box, his hands shaking slightly as he extracted one of the foil packets. Yeji helped him, her fingers working with his to remove his pants, to roll the condom onto his length.
He positioned himself above her, looking down at her with a question in his eyes. She nodded, wrapping her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. He entered her slowly, carefully, feeling her tight heat envelop him inch by inch. They both gasped at the sensation, the fullness, the connection that felt like coming home.
They struggled at first to find a rhythm, their movements awkward and uncoordinated. But then, as if by mutual understanding, they found their pace. Seonwoo began to thrust into her, slow and deep at first, then faster as her moans urged him on. Yeji met him movement for movement, her hips rising to meet his, her nails digging into his back.
"Seonwoo," she gasped, her head thrown back against the pillow. "Oh, Seonwoo, please."
He kissed her neck, her shoulder, her lips, never stopping his movements. The bed creaked beneath them, a rhythmic squeaking that matched their breathing. Yeji felt the pleasure building inside her, a coil tightening with every thrust, every touch.
"I want to ride you," she whispered, her voice hoarse.
Seonwoo groaned at the image her words conjured. He pulled out, rolling onto his back, and Yeji climbed on top of him. She positioned herself above him, her hands braced on his chest, and slowly lowered herself onto him. The new angle made her gasp, her eyes fluttering closed as she adjusted to the sensation.
She began to move, rolling her hips in a slow, circular motion that made Seonwoo's vision blur. He gripped her waist, guiding her movements, watching her face as she found her pleasure. She was beautiful like this, wild and free, her hair cascading down her shoulders, her breasts bouncing with every movement.
"Yeji," he groaned, his control slipping. "I am close. I am so close."
"Me too," she panted, her movements becoming faster, more desperate. "Together. Let us come together."
They moved in perfect synchrony, their bodies speaking a language older than words. Yeji felt the coil inside her snap, her orgasm crashing over her in waves of pure, blinding pleasure. She cried out, her voice loud in the quiet room, her body convulsing around him.
Seonwoo followed seconds later, his release triggered by the feel of her climax. He thrust up into her one final time, burying himself deep, and let go, his own cry mingling with hers as they rode out the waves together.
Yeji collapsed onto his chest, her breathing ragged, her body slick with sweat. Seonwoo wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, his heart hammering against his ribs. They lay like that for a long moment, connected, complete, the world outside fading away.
"I love you," Yeji whispered against his skin.
"I love you too," Seonwoo replied, his voice thick with emotion.
They stayed joined for a while longer, reluctant to break the connection. Eventually, Yeji lifted herself off him, disposing of the used condom in the trash bin by her desk. She climbed back onto the bed, curling up against Seonwoo's side, her head resting on his chest.
He pulled the blanket over them, cocooning them in warmth. Yeji reached out and turned on the air conditioner, setting it to a low hum that would keep them cool without making them cold. They lay there, naked and sated, their limbs intertwined.
Seonwoo traced lazy circles on her back, his touch gentle and possessive. Yeji nuzzled closer, her leg thrown over his, her hand resting on his stomach. They did not speak, did not need to. The silence between them was comfortable, filled with the afterglow of their lovemaking.
Then, from upstairs, they heard it. Her father's voice, loud and clear, singing the chorus of his favorite song. They both froze for a moment, then burst into quiet laughter, burying their faces in each other's shoulders to muffle the sound.
"He has no idea," Yeji whispered, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"None whatsoever," Seonwoo agreed, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
They laughed again, the sound soft and intimate, a shared secret between lovers. Yeji turned onto her side, her back to Seonwoo, and he spooned her, his arm wrapping around her waist, pulling her flush against him. She could feel his heartbeat against her spine, steady and strong.
"Stay," she whispered. "Stay until morning."
"I will," he promised, his lips brushing against her ear. "I am not going anywhere."
They lay there in the darkness, the only light coming from the streetlamp outside her window, casting shadows across the room. Yeji felt safe, cherished, loved. She closed her eyes, letting the exhaustion of the day and their activities pull her toward sleep.
Seonwoo held her tighter, his face buried in her hair, inhaling her scent. He knew they would have to be careful in the morning, that they would have to sneak him out before her father woke up. But for now, in this moment, none of that mattered. All that mattered was her, warm and real in his arms, her breathing slowing as she drifted off to sleep.
He kissed her shoulder one last time and closed his own eyes, letting sleep claim him as well, wrapped in the embrace of the girl he loved.
The morning light filtered through the curtains with a gentleness that seemed almost apologetic for interrupting their peace. Yeji stirred first, her eyes fluttering open to find herself still wrapped in Seonwoo's arms, his breathing slow and even against her neck. For a moment, she simply lay there, memorizing the feeling of his warmth against her back, the weight of his arm draped over her waist. Then reality intruded, and she gently shook him awake.
"Seonwoo," she whispered. "Seonwoo, you need to wake up. We need to get ready for school."
Seonwoo groaned, his arm tightening around her in a silent protest against the morning. "Five more minutes," he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.
"No," Yeji said, though she was smiling. "If we do not leave soon, Appa will wake up. And if he finds you here, in my bed, wearing my clothes..."
That got his attention. Seonwoo's eyes snapped open, and he sat up quickly, looking around the room with the wild eyes of someone remembering where they were. "Right. Right. School. Clothes."
They moved with the efficiency of practiced secrecy, though this was the first time they had done this particular dance. Yeji found Seonwoo's jeans from the night before, miraculously dry now, and his shirt. He dressed quickly, hopping on one foot as he pulled on his pants. Yeji found her own uniform, fresh and pressed, and dressed with the same hurried movements.
"Okay," she said, checking her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was a mess, but she quickly brushed it and tied it back. "Here is the plan. You sneak out the back door. It leads to the alley behind the house. From there, you can cut through the park and get to your house. Change into your uniform and meet me at school. I will leave first, take the bus as usual. If we arrive at the same time, it will look suspicious."
"Got it," Seonwoo said, pulling on his shoes. He stood up and pulled her into a quick kiss. "See you at school."
"See you at school," Yeji echoed.
He slipped out the back door, disappearing into the early morning light. Yeji waited ten minutes, then gathered her bag and walked out the front door, calling out a goodbye to her father, who was still in his room getting ready for work.
The bus ride to school was uneventful, though Yeji's mind kept replaying the events of the night before, making her cheeks flush with heat every time she thought of Seonwoo's hands on her body. She arrived at school and walked to her classroom, her steps measured and casual.
She saw Seonwoo at the same moment he saw her. They had timed it perfectly, arriving from opposite directions at the classroom door. He looked fresh and alert, his uniform crisp, his hair still slightly damp from a shower. Their eyes met, and for a fraction of a second, a secret passed between them, a shared memory that made Seonwoo's lips twitch into a smile.
"Morning," he said, his voice neutral, though his eyes were warm.
"Morning," Yeji replied, equally casual.
They entered the classroom together, finding Yuna already at her desk, her head down as she scrolled through her phone. She looked up as they approached, her eyes narrowing slightly as she took in their synchronized arrival.
"Morning, Yeji," Yuna said, her tone suspicious. "Morning, Seonwoo."
"Morning," they chorused, exchanging a glance that Yuna did not miss.
Yuna studied Yeji's face with the intensity of a detective examining a crime scene. She leaned in closer, her eyes scanning Yeji's features with uncomfortable scrutiny. "Yeji," she said slowly, "is something wrong with your face today?"
Yeji's hand flew to her cheek, her heart skipping a beat. "What do you mean? Is there something on my face?"
"No, not like that," Yuna said, tilting her head. "You just look... tired. Really tired. Like you did not sleep at all last night. Dark circles under your eyes, your skin looks pale. Did you not sleep?"
The memory of the night before resurfaced with vivid clarity. Yeji thought of the bed, the blanket, Seonwoo's body pressed against hers, the hours of passion that had left them both exhausted and exhilarated. She felt her face heat up and quickly coughed to cover her reaction.
"It is nothing," she said, her voice slightly hoarse. "Just... just could not sleep well. You know how it is. Insomnia."
"Insomnia," Yuna repeated, her tone making it clear she did not believe a word of it. She looked at Seonwoo, who was suddenly very interested in his textbook. "Seonwoo, you look tired too. Dark circles. Did you also have insomnia?"
"I... uh... I was studying," Seonwoo said quickly. "Late. For the exam."
"Studying," Yuna said, her voice dripping with skepticism. "Right. Both of you. Studying. Separately. And both getting no sleep."
"That is right," Yeji said, avoiding Yuna's gaze.
The day proceeded with agonizing slowness, each class dragging by as Yeji struggled to focus on the lessons while her mind wandered to memories she should not be having in public. When the break period finally arrived, she stood up to get a snack from her bag, which she had placed on the floor beneath her desk.
She bent down, reaching for the bag, and as she did, her shirt rode up slightly at the back, exposing the waistband of her underwear.
Yuna, who was sitting behind her, caught a glimpse of the fabric and let out a sound of exasperation. "Yah, Yeji," she said, her voice loud enough to draw attention from nearby students. "When will you learn to wear your underwear correctly? You have put it on backwards again. The tag is in the front."
Yeji froze, her hand still on her bag. She felt the blood drain from her face as she realized the truth. In their haste that morning, in the dark room, she had grabbed her underwear from the floor and pulled it on without looking. She had indeed put it on backwards.
From behind her, Seonwoo, who had been listening to the exchange, spoke without thinking. "Exactly," he said, his voice carrying across the classroom. "You always do that, Yeji. Even yesterday, you wore it-"
He stopped. The words died in his throat as he realized what he had just said. The classroom went silent. Yeji slowly straightened up, her face pale as a sheet. Yuna turned to look at Seonwoo, her eyes wide with dawning comprehension.
"Yesterday?" Yuna asked, her voice dangerously quiet. "How would you know what she wore yesterday?"
Seonwoo opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again. No sound came out. He looked at Yeji, who was staring at him with a mixture of panic and resignation.
"Seonwoo," Yuna said, standing up. She looked from him to Yeji and back again. "Explain. How do you know what Yeji wore yesterday? Specifically, what she wore underneath her clothes?"
"I... that is..." Seonwoo stammered.
"We were... we were studying," Yeji said weakly. "Together. At my house. Remember? I told you. Yuna came over, but she left early. And then... and then Seonwoo came over. Later. To study. We were studying. And I... I must have mentioned it. That I put my underwear on backwards. In conversation. While studying."
"Studying," Yuna repeated, her voice flat. "At your house. Last night. Alone. And you discussed your underwear."
"It was... it was a funny story," Seonwoo tried. "She told me as a joke. Because it is a habit. She does it often. Put her underwear on backwards. So she told me. As a funny story."
Yuna looked at them both, her expression unreadable. The silence stretched out, heavy and suffocating. Then, slowly, a smile spread across her face. It was not a nice smile. It was the smile of someone who had just solved a mystery that had been bothering them for weeks.
"You two," she said, her voice low. "You two spent the night together. Did not you? That is why you are both tired. That is why you know about her underwear. That is why you have been acting weird for weeks. You are dating. You are sleeping together. And you lied to me."
Yeji and Seonwoo exchanged a look. There was no point in denying it anymore. The truth was out, exposed like a nerve.
"Yes," Yeji said softly. "We are dating. We have been for two weeks. And yes... last night... we were together. Alone. All night."
"We are sorry we did not tell you," Seonwoo added, his voice sincere. "We were not trying to hide it from you specifically. We just... we wanted to keep it private. Just for a little while. Until we were sure."
Yuna looked at them for a long moment, her expression softening. She sighed, running a hand through her hair. "You two are idiots," she said, but there was no anger in her voice anymore. "I knew. I have known for weeks. I just wanted you to trust me enough to tell me yourselves."
"We do trust you," Yeji said, reaching out to take her friend's hand. "We are sorry. Really."
"Yeah, yeah," Yuna said, waving her hand dismissively. "Just... next time, do not lie to me. And for the record, Yeji, you might want to check your underwear before you leave the house. Especially if you are going to be bending over in front of people."
Yeji's face turned red, and Seonwoo coughed to hide his laugh. Yuna looked at them both, shook her head, and finally let out a real laugh.
"Come on," she said, slinging her arm around Yeji's shoulders. "Let us go get some food. You look like you need the energy. And Seonwoo?"
"Yeah?"
"Take care of her. Or I will kill you."
"I will," Seonwoo promised, his eyes meeting Yeji's with a warmth that made her heart flutter. "I definitely will."
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