ChaewonPlzBiteMe

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Imagines

GFriend Kinky Imagines (GFriend, ~500w)

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No shit, she had prepared you for this all week by showing you pics of her family, the matching names, key facts, as well as come up with the jingle to help you.

Your gazes met each other, not that you two were actually a pair, but her sparkling eyes had your heart in her grasp just as much. It was hard for your eyes to leave the boundary marked by those raised cheeks and long eyelashes. It felt like winning the lottery that you came together, but doubted the stars would let you wish for more than being fellow students.

“One day I will return the favor,” she said.

The face that emerged when the door opened didn’t seem familiar—as if Chaewon could prepare you for everything—but his middle-aged face was wide, as if you had Sung Dong-il himself before you with his strong smile that was visible in his eyes, his voice just as deep. “Ha, ha-ha, Kim Chaewon, the national fucking I-doll!”

“Ahaha, Uncle Kim, long time no see!” Chaewon jumped into his embrace, smiling and giggling. More steps came running towards the door once they heard the name just announced, and Chaewon greeted them. “Seungchan, Seungjoon, you’re here, too?”

“Of course, they are, Chaewon. I can’t leave them at home,” the uncle answered for them. He set her down before turning towards you, his eyes mustered you up and down. “Since when do you have a boyfriend? Isn’t he a little short to impress you?”

You could only offer a shy smile in response. “Huh? Oh, must be the stairs. Hello, Mr. Kim, I’m—” A hand bumped against your nose as you bowed, the flinch cut you off, before lowering to cover your mouth.

“—no, he isn’t, Uncle, but please don’t tell mom and dad!” Chaewon hushed.

Were you not invited to pretend? Can’t even fake it with her…

Two kids peeked from behind the uncle’s side, a bed sheet ghost and a paper skeleton.

“Appa, why didn’t you tell us about Kim Chaewon!” Seungjoon shouted, face filled with glee upon seeing the idol he adored, white sheets flattering from arms flapping.

“Is that the boyfriend? Wow!” Seungchan marveled, luminescent bones cupping his cheeks, and Chaewon shook her head.

The uncle turned around to push his kids to the side and beckoned you two to enter, giving both of you a knowing look—damn it, he’s making guesses about why you were invited. Chaewon just ignored his smirk and took the lead, stepping in first onto familiar ground, and immediately found herself surrounded. “No, we are family. No hugs or kisses!” Chaewon, unspooked, unfazed, tried to untangle herself from her inquisitive cousins.

A torrential gust hushed you inside, the first drops fell soon after. You followed them through the hallway into the spacious living room. The table was set with an assortment of seafood, but the main dish was nowhere to be seen yet.

The two cousins were the only ones dressed for the season. You recognized her family from the pictures Chaewon had shown you. Chaewon surprised her father with a hug from behind, and with that everyone noticed your presence. While Chaewon chatted with him, you greeted everyone one after another and did the minimum to introduce yourself; until you were about to address her mother, a graceful woman in a white blazer and black trousers, hair tied up in a bun; but she addressed someone else first.

“Chaewon, this is…?”

“Yes, my boyfriend, so please stop pestering me about it,” she shouted from across the room.

Glad someone was here to introduce you.

“Mrs. Lee, nice to finally meet you! You have already heard my voice over the phone. We met two years ago, actually, and I hope that you will approve of me today!” You bowed, as would be customary, and rose to meet Chaewon’s glare. ‘Keep interactions to a minimum, so your disappearance will not be missed’, she had instructed, but you were more than happy to gain her parents’ liking.

“Ah, yes, I remember, her ‘manager’. I don’t know why she never thought of telling us about you.”

“T–to be honest, we still aren’t sure whether it’s something permanent ourselves,” you said. An admission you weren’t prepared to make had slipped through. Great, we’re off to a terrific start.

“I’m curious, how did you two meet?” the mother asked as she looked you up and down. The undertone was that Chaewon is too busy to be approachable, hence her reservation. “Please don’t tell me it was love at first sight,” she laughed with skeptical countenance.

Little did her mother know that it was Chaewon who had thrown the anchor around you, not the other way around.

“Yeah, uh, I bump into her repeatedly—,” you chuckled at first, but you had to give a serious answer, “—erm, in the gym.”

It was true. One day you were so immersed in the weightlifting routine on the bench, oblivious to the bulge forming between your legs, onset from the increased blood pressure. Suddenly, your attention was caught by a certain short-haired girl sipping from a straw. She glanced curiously in your direction, her gaze directed downwards. Captivated by her mesmerizing eyes, her small and familiar face, you found yourself dazed, stunned, and the weight slipped from your grip. The barbell came crashing down just like her drink bounced on the floor. The impact literally took your breath away, and from that day on you knew that Chaewon was remarkably strong and, let’s say, well-built. She single-handedly removed the obstacle, and you could not help yourself but glance upwards at those firm butt cheeks, how they filled out her pants and gave them shape, causing your sweatpants to lift themselves with the weight off your chest. Both of your faces lit up red, the heat apparent to each other. You were unharmed, actually, but Chaewon was quick to point out that you needed assistance more below than above.

You had never intended to fuck her daughter—but she did conjure in you a very legitimate interest to do so.

This was not the part of the truth you should reveal to her mother—don’t relay the bad news as the first impression. The ‘concise’ response had done little to satisfy her stern expression, given that she was raising a corner of her mouth; guess encounters such as these did not exist in her generation yet, and you doubted she would ever be interested in adding strawberry flavor to a plain yogurt, instead believing that celibacy before marriage had a bonding kind of magic. In addition, there was no need to mention that Chaewon excelled at gripping far better than you did yourself.

“On campus? You study Music and Performing Arts together with her, then?”

“Uh, I’m in economic and social sciences, actually,” you said. Pursuing those two useless fields meant you were studying twice-waged unemployment in redundancy, but how was she supposed to know that? Ask for your convoluted papers and read them? You continued prattling on, trying to persuade her mother of your educated nature: “Behavioral economics is a very intricate field. I focus on what drives people and gets them off; the temptations and fallacies they fall for; the things they do to gain pleasure, erm, wealth, and—”

Chaewon cleared her throat as her sister set the bowl with jajangmyeon down.

A hail of rain fell outside, but it did not deter from the feast. Chaewon and her father found themselves seated on one end of the long table, while the two kids were on the other end. You faced the two residing ladies across the table and had the uncle next to you.

“Did you two kiss yet?” Seungchan asked, and the uncle tried to hush him by placing a shrimp in his bowl and a click of his tongue.

You leaned forward, helping Seungjoon to rearrange the crab’s legs into a spider while thinking of an answer for a short moment until you had ironed out the kinks of your humor.

“In my dreams, she’s blowing me…,” you said mischievously, and after a pause just right for her to punch you in the arm—worth it for the laugh—you added, “…some kisses!”

Read: no. Hope the kids weren’t grown enough to understand the innocuous words. You were the only one laughing.

The uncle picked the crab apart, unwrapped a leg, and Seungjoon balked at the piece shoved into his mouth, spat it out again, rinsing out the pungent salt taste with pumpkin juice.

Picking up some sweet and jelly noodles and ogling it, you glanced at Chaewon and flashed her a teasing grin. “Reminds me, you never send me any naked n00d13s.”

“Don’t play with your food,” Chaewon hissed as she gulped down a load herself. You were used to her being pushy towards you, to be dismissive of your approaches, so this didn’t come as a surprise. But you saw her turn away when she noticed her lips curling; certainly she ran your joke in her head again.

Yeah, she’d never admit you were any funny, not that this would hamper your outlook to go all the way with her, though. You had already managed to lay the pipe in rubber, so replacing it with raw steel was just a question of persistence.

“You two seem to get along well,” Ms. Lee said, her lower lip pressing against her upper.

“Mom, no, we’re not arguing with each other. Just leave it to this silly economist to fail in marketing his promiscuity well,” Chaewon said. You could barely keep the food in your mouth.

“Huh?” Her mother raised an eyebrow.

“Prowess! Sorry, those sound so similar.” Chaewon waved her chopsticks to say no, but the slick noodles slid off. If there was something she could handle worse than your jokes, it was a slip; those were sure to ruin her day. They refused to be caught in her sticks, jumping through her fingers, she had to resort to tissues to bind the goo.

“We do engage in discussions of ‘testing inter-disciplinary boundaries’ a lot, quite frequently, actually,” you continued for Chaewon, winking at her. She brought her palm to her face; most likely she was thinking back to your terrible ‘idols getting fucked by the economy’ jokes.

Mrs. Lee shook her head. “Do you trust him?” she asked her daughter. A dangerous question since you dreaded the answer. You had been very mindful of any boundary of respect, but so far, she had never reciprocated any attempts of actual intimacy.

“I trust his sleight of hand,” Chaewon answered with an innocent smile. It was the only proper answer she could offer in honesty, she really did love your party tricks, what your fingers could do—too bad you didn’t have a card deck with you today.

You chuckled at the response. “You know who else got hands?” you whispered to Chaewon, but others surely heard it, too, but they couldn’t see your hand sliding up and down her thighs, rubbing them and squeezing—they only saw your smirk. “The devil. And he uses them for holding.”

How frightening, just think of the evil things the dark lord could do.

When you attempted to sneak below her skirt, she swiftly rose from her seat, causing your hand to collide against the table with a yelp. “I won’t let you in through my back door, ever,” Chaewon muttered as you contorted your face. Her sister could barely hold her laughter, as did her uncle. So much for ‘trusting your hands’.

“So, you’re the Satan who’s gonna seduce away our Chaewon?” the sister asked.

Sounds like you’re the expert on anything indecent now. Funny, considering that sex was a topic not to worry Jesus, so why would the Anti-Christ use it against him.

“Hm, if I were the scary Satan—,” you said, and turned to Chaewon, voice in a hush (can’t say this to her family), “—Halloween’s the naughty day to impregnate myself an idol—” You burst out laughing when she thrust her elbow in your side. “—ha-ha, not that I have one, don’t worry!”

“Stop it with those jokes,” Chaewon growled. When her bangs threw a shadow over her eyes, her cheeks pinched her own button nose, with her teeth clenched behind her squared lips; you hated to incur her wrath, though you loved to watch her fume.

How else would you make it onto Santa’s favorite list, after all, if not by the allure of the vixen next to you.

Her mother shifted her curiosity to you, who was caught in a laughing fit, with a serious expression. “What about you? What do you like about her?”

Calm down, let’s think. You can’t say anything about her being so pretty, beautiful, her small face, her narrow frame, her toned body, or anything about her looks—such a simplistic mindset was not good for business, even if you were to use an acceptable (contemporary) phrasing like ‘ayoo, she’s got dem visuals, slayyy’. Though you didn’t even have to feign being impressed by her attitude, as she sported a character trait well worth sharing:

“Chaewon stands against everything I have learned about human behavior. People hate risk and would avoid danger at all costs—like paranoids—rather than to chance a gain. But Chaewon, she is, I tell you, so confident, so fearless about everything she does, with such a ferocity…”

The conviction with which she approached both challenges and desires was truly awe-inspiring, how she was so hot and fierce despite her delicate appearance jumped into adversity and uncertainty. To the marveling nodding that erupted you could only think:

‘Thanks for coming to my TED talk, even though I just told you that she’s a real freak in the sheets.’

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Everyone kept on eating, chatting, and, to your luck, avoiding more questions about your ‘relationship’.

The longer your eyes roamed across the table, the more food you discovered. Prawns, scallops, shrimp, squid as large rings and whole small pieces, bamboo shoots, mushrooms, or sliced eggplant; all tasted delicious and even richer when laced or dipped in one of the many sauces such as ginger, garlic, hoisin sauce or lemon grass. Everyone helped themselves in abundant amounts and no one was shy to ask others to reach for far-away servings.

“Pass the soy sauce, please, dadd—” Chaewon quickly looked away as she covered her mouth, but it was too late.

You could only chuckle at the slip, and the gentleman in you stood up to reach for the bottle, only for your hand to bump into a butterfly sweeping across the table as it tried to land right where you were headed. You felt compelled to blush when looking into the owner’s eyes—not that you were hedging feelings for the older sister.

The wordless attempt at ceding the bottle to her was interrupted by the momentum of the bulwark crashing into your hand, nearly throwing everything over—the uncle voiced his apology immediately. Another hand joined the fray, unassuming of the smashup happening—the lady of the house. Both the cousins were confused and piled in regardless.

Everyone had reached for the bottle, really everyone, except for her actual father, who was visibly embarrassed.

The slip may have made it known what your ‘relationship’ entailed; at least you were sure her sister had taken only a second to guess who the pet name was directed to, since she was smirking at you.

“That’s a lot of babysitters for Chaewon, but everyone knows I’m the best daddy after her own,” Uncle Kim shouted, pointing at himself. He had found what unfolded in front of him very amusing and his boisterous laughter commented the smashup of hands.

“Chaewon is our bias!” Seungjoon exclaimed and raised his arm to throw his hand into the fray once more to make his point.

“Guys, please stop it,” Chaewon muttered, her head lowered.

You leaned over to her ear, and perhaps you should have thought up a better joke than the one you would whisper to her now: “Please don’t tell me this a case of ‘Sharing is Caring’—” Her hand made it clear to the whole room that she had enough of this. With a thwack everyone became silent—it stung—until Chaewon stood up, chair falling over, and with an audible sob she dashed up the stairs and a door slammed into the hinges.

You followed her up the stairs, you had to take responsibility for slipping into the family get-together and ruining the mood; but you were lost, every door resembled each other, how were you supposed to know behind which would be her room.

“Second door on the right!” the sister shouted.

“Go get her, boy!” came from the uncle, to which her father yelped, and laughter ensued.

You knocked on the door. “Chaewon, I’m sorry, that joke was not appropriate,” you said in a pensive voice. Some seconds passed before you got a response.

Muffled through the door, she asked you to come inside.

The handle clicked open smoothly, the hinge glided without a hitch; it was obvious that this was a door less used, and it wouldn’t be again anytime soon.

She had not bothered with the lights, so neither would you. Her face was lit solely by the moon glaring through the clouds and the window behind her, as well as the occasional flash of thunder.

“It wasn’t the joke,” Chaewon said in contemplation. “Funny, not appropriate, but still funny…”. The way she trailed into a pause, gaze directed at the ceiling, gave you a chance to look around her room.

There was an empty desk, the chair seated straight, unmoved in ages. Old schoolbooks and teen romances were stack on the shelves, but most of the space was now used for decorations. The bed she sat on was pristine, apart from the crease around her butt. She hasn’t been here often since she lived in the dorms.

It was evident in her voice that she had been bothered by something completely else.

“Do you see how annoying it is? My family tells me to get a fucking boyfriend; at the same time it’s so annoying to have one.”

Well, say goodbye to your chances, though she sure didn’t mean you (right?).

“I don’t know about you, but I’m more than happy to enjoy the food,” you said, trying to change the topic.

“So that’s why you came with me!?” she said, brows furrowed.

“What are you on about?” you countered.

In hindsight, it was obvious that Chaewon had never been interested in the dinner. She was incredibly annoyed when her mother called her ahead of schedule for their weekly chat, interrupting you two mid-session and snapping her out of her happiness. You left for the kitchen, rummaging through the fridge for snacks while half listening to their conversation. The topic of the family dinner was brought up, and on which good friends to invite, you raised your voice to her dismay. “Who was that? Your manager? We can invite him, too, I guess…” Any further attempts to clarify your relationship—‘just a friend’ was not appropriate, apparently—only further soured her mood, she was about to decline, but your enthusiasm persevered through her refusal. She was due to visit again anyway, not to mention the prospect of delicious food. What could go wrong, right?

Well, not that her attitude towards you was anything out of the ordinary today.

“Sorry. I don’t know what my issue exactly is… but I do have to be sorry for today…” Chaewon threw her head forward, cradling it in her hands before ruffling her hair. “I need to treat you better than this. It–It’s not like I don’t like you, so I should stop with this ‘keeping you at a distance’ thing; especially since we fuck a lot,” she continued to unload her thoughts.

“Oh.” You pulled up a corner of your mouth. Did Chaewon just acknowledge you as a friend? As in, recognize the intrinsic value of ‘friend’ in ‘friends with benefits’?

“Oh,” you repeated, stressed, this time to signify that her message has sunk in.

“Yeah, oh~. So, why are you here, why did you come upstairs, daddy?” She asked you with a finger against her chin pointing to lips in half a filled circle and tongue about to spill out.

You gulped hard. What a sudden change. It was all in the way she said it, this is how she wanted to be consoled, her stress relieved; and you weren’t exactly just passing through, so might as well take the plunge—if there wasn’t one concern you had: “Isn’t this your parents’ place?”

“And this is my room… You did bring that huge package with you, right?” Her eyes sparkled with mischief, her fingers twirled to beckon you closer as she stood up.

She was right, no piece of furniture had been safe, nor any room, so why would it matter if it’s someone else’s home this time. Of course, you always had a stimulus package ready for her, wherever you went.

Time to mirror her smirk.

Starting at her waist, your fingers traced them upwards, shrinking her top in the process. What was under the wraps was quite impressive; one hand glided over her stomach, admiring her chiseled abs; the other kneaded her perky breasts, her nipples were quick to bore themselves into your palm as your fingers dug into her flesh.

“Pick me up,” she said. Your hands went down to lift her thighs from below and pull her into you. Chaewon eagerly jumped into your embrace, slinging her arms around your shoulder, her face bubbled up to yours. This up close, her breath tickled your skin, causing goosebumps to rise not only where it brushed your cheeks, but also sent shivers down your entire body in anticipation.

This would be the first in the wave of intimacies washing in today.

Those lashes on her brilliantly sparkling eyes fluttered right in front of yours—something that you had never seen, she had never shown you before. “Don’t I need to give you something nice for coming today,” she whispered.

There it was, that playful innocence that always captivated you and didn’t let you go. That hair that bounced around with every word she spoke. Those eyes so endearing that they melted your heart. Those cheeks so red as if wanting to tell you something, so close to touching yours. That adorable nose gliding up to you. Those soft lips that slowly parted, that captured your own—at that moment, she stole your breath away.

At that moment, when your lips connected, Chaewon gave you the stars, she let you into her world. Her fingers running through your hair kept you connected. Contact with her lips was enough to send your heart racing, but her hot breath fueled it on, sending it into overdrive. Her tongue stoked the embers, put coal on your fervor, warmed up the oven.

To let her feel the heat you pulled off her top completely before you held the nape of her neck. Your lips unlatched from hers and first moved to trailing along her jaw, like you were rubbing your beaks against each other—now officially two birds of a feather—before your tongue traced her throat up and down. It did not stop there, you moved further below to appreciate her collarbone.

Your other hand dug into her thigh of steel, gripping her flesh and then roaming that ass, an area where you sensed quite an opportunity for exploration. Knowing that Chaewon trained hard, and feeling that she had worked out was a dichotomy that surprised you every time again, her firm muscles behind her tender skin just felt amazing, kneading them churned your crucible to forge your very own steel, heat rising in- and outside.

It was not long until Chaewon could grind herself against your bulge.

You set the fairy princess down onto the bed, her short hair spread into a tousled flower, face undimmed by the dark clouds, her smile gentle like the calm before the storm. She dragged your shirt off as you slid her skirt down her slender legs, throwing them onto the desk, her panties hit the chair.

Climbing over to her face, your package loomed over her, ready to be unwrapped, ready to quell the craving you saw in her hungry mouth. She drew her tongue across her lips as she removed the cloth containing your bulge.

Bending down to her hip, you rubbed her flushed folds while she admired the contents of your package. Its length may pale to a noodle, but the jajangmyeon, in turn, did not remotely compare to your girth, not even when twirled around chopsticks. Yet Chaewon gripped your penis unlike she held the utensil, her fingers were anything but delicate when stroking you. She grasped a burning red rod so hot it could burn her hands; and as long as it burned, she could not stop her desire.

You, in turn, knew better than to be gentle with her. You gave her lower lips soft slaps, making her shiver and whimper with each hit until her folds quivered, inviting you in. First a finger, then a second joined in driving deep into her wet core to perform their magic, to lift her hip and make her roll. She squirmed and purred, but her eyes never faltered from your penis, her hand felt up the emanating hotness. Your cock welcomed it, as if seeking for strangulation at her hands.

There was a lot of mutual stroking going on, a lot of strong gripping and fondling.

Chaewon confirmed the intensity of the hotness by running her tongue along your penis before circling your testicles. “Next time we should do a BBQ,” she said with glee, her fingers glided up and down your shaft. “I already know what to heat the coal with…”

“How whipped are you for boy juices?” you said as you wagged the bait above her and she opened up.

Before yielding full control of your cock to Chaewon though, you first rattled with your saber, playfully slapping her face with your cock. She closed her eyes, flinching from the gentle whacks and turned her face to show you her other cheek. You had to chuckle at her adorable snarl.

In an attempt to cool off the incandescent steel, Chaewon engulfed the flaming sword in her mouth, letting it sizzle in the pool of her saliva. Her throat embraced the intrusion, its faint outline visible, but you continued to push onward so deep until she had a fire in the belly.

Speaking of, there was something missing, so you paused to give her room to speak. “Wait, what was your famous line again?”

She raised an eyebrow, confused at first, though after a second, ‘Fine,’ she probably thought with an eye roll, she stretched her arm out to initiate her magical girl transformation sequence.

“Fear-not, be my—!!!”

You thrust forward, sinking your penis inside again, the whole nine yards of it.

“—*glug*, *glug*, *glug*!” Though it sounded more like do-do-dok.

Oh yes, there was no thing such as free bailouts without concessions, not even for the cutest of idols, ha-ha.

Startled at first, Chaewon quickly surrendered to the slow pistoning as your fingers went in and out of her; going deep and curling to go up, thumb quickly swiping over her clit as if dealing cards. Both of you lost control over your hips; you from the vibrations of her humming, whatever could make it past your cock; and her from getting her hip roiled up by the bottom deal. Both started twitching after not many minutes, hums and moans getting louder.

Unable to endure against your fingers any longer, Chaewon was first to give in to the pressure, sending out a light rain, so wispy compared to the downpour outside, dull voiced breaths like the rumbling clouds. Worn down from the thrusting, you, likewise, surrendered to the stimulation, erupting with a torrent of ejaculate down her throat, the copious contents clotting up her esophagus.

Save the volcano jokes for later, for you were giving her a first taste of Christmas early.

She had to cough when you removed your penis, some globs of cum landed against her arm, nonetheless she clapped and clasped her hands, shaking her head in glee. “Thanks to the devil, I ate well today!”

Oh, what a cute little girl, she will take after your humor well. You were in stitches, unable to hold yourself, and her shove sent you from your knees onto your butt.

“I hate you for what you said earlier about Satan,” she said.

This was proof that your banter did make it through her hard shell, hard to suppress a smile from the joy of this realization.

“You sure do love a cock stuck up your throat, hm?”

Chaewon raised herself and angled her legs. She brought your wet hand to her mouth, nibbling on your fingers, before answering. “Only when your fingers are stirring me up, too.”

You leaned over, reaching for your pants to grab the small companion for your big package out of your wallet. “Who’ll pay for the next round?”

Chaewon jolted up, trying to block your wrist. “No-no, no rubber, aren’t you against planned obsolescence?”

“Huh? You, jeez, that’s some kind of jest, right?” you said, looking back at her.

She slung her arms around your neck, smile impish yet earnest. “Did I stutter? It’s part of ‘something nice’~, so not today,” Chaewon said and tilted her head before her eyes widened. “Wait! You are going to stay around, right?”

“Is this about loyalty?”

“What else.”

“You know how I think about monogamy: It’s basically sexual socialism!”

No, seriously, most see this as an archaic practice for restricting the amount of concurrent partners, when it was in fact a uniform distribution strategy of spouses, and as a result everyone would be provided their equal share—even worse, one would be stuck for life. This would hamper any chance to accumulate wealth members for a harem.

To agree to her on such a rationale would be an oxymoron as absurd as imposing rules upon a free market, like tieing up the invisible hand; no more playing around. But this was about Chaewon. Fuck.

“I’m serious, or I’m not going to let you!” she shouted as she pushed you on your back with the same fiery vigor you saw in her eyes, the fierceness she spat out her words every bit as scorching. “Whatever, I’m telling you, today is a good day to do it, so no talking back. No chance to escape this. Fuckin’ come here, breed me and choke me now, daddy!”

She threw herself on top of you, seized your lips to shut you from more complaints and pressed her pelvis into you, hands furiously stroking you to hardness again. Chaewon sure did insist, she wouldn’t give up on you, and who were you to deny her. No, you wouldn’t quit on her. Let her cast the spell—called raw sex—that’d bond you together.

The contrary course of action to the basic nature of economics aside: whatever the risks may be, the premium you could reap will be more than worth it. She let you stick around, she let you stick it inside, and now she wanted to be stuck with you. So be it.

Pushing her on her back again told her you’d abide, that the game’s on. It was time to play a new deck.

On the mark of the dark sky roaring and a lightning striking downward, you entered Chaewon. Her nose scrunched up when your penis parted her walls. Her eyebrows above her closed eyes pressed themselves together further the deeper you reached inside of her. She let out a breath she did not even realize she was holding.

With a finger on her clit you slowly rubbed away her tension, soothing her and relaxing her. Her murmuring dictated the pace of your scalding hot rod entering her, though when you read her wrong, her hand pushed against your chest to give her the room she needed to adjust.

Over time, you settled into a speedy rhythm, moving in a somewhat even cadence. Now comfortable, her eyes regained the brilliance that made you forget about the world, even slowing the beat of your heart to match your breathing.

While your hands were still free, they roamed her waist and chest and thighs, across her flat stomach, feeling up her abs that were more defined than yours; your eyes were fixed on her face, at most wandering as far as her sizable tits on her lithe frame.

Chaewon face was remarkably small, such a precious complement to her heavily lightsome body. Your faces were mere inches apart, so close that your breaths were blowing onto each other’s skin, your brows where brushing through her flustered hair, the desire in her eyes spurring you on. Her cheek snuggled into your palm, she purred, like a cat fully Chaewon knew you were the one to give her what she wanted. After a moment, her dainty fingers wrapped around your forearm, tugging them downwards.

“Are you ready?” you asked and received a nod in return. “Remember the safe word?” Her hands slid up and down your arm, this would be her quick way out.

“Remember to keep tapping,” you told her as your hands moved down to her neck, but you would not press down yet.

While your hips continued to create a soft breeze through her throat’s narrow passage, you stroked her neck, feeling the subtle vibrations caused by the air scraping against the inner walls of her throat. Your fingers ran along her jawline, then traced from her pursed lips, brushing against the warm breath from her nose, to under her chin where her arteries pulsated and hummed from voicing moans. At the point where her throat transitioned into her chin, at the soft curve where there was no cartilage, once she breathed in, here you applied firm pressure, causing her breath to sink as your fingers exerted force.

Silence set in. Chaewon would be in your care now. You shall deliver her to heaven.

You resumed your thrusting, hips gradually gaining pace until outright crashing down.

“You know, I’m surprised you don’t have a display of vibrators in your dorm, seeing how horny you are all the time,” you said. She clenched her eyebrows together—though unable to hide the twinkle in her eyes—a funnel through which to bore back into where that comment came from. Obviously, you knew where she had them stashed, just wanted to remark the lack of open and ready access whenever an itch arose, since she had to hide it from her members. Now she’s got you, and oh boy, can you take her breath away better than a dildo can.

Chaewon clawed outwards with one hand, fingers rumpling up the blanket and pulling towards her. You helped her pile up the cushion on the other side into a comforting nest, putting her back into an arch. You picked up her pillow and placed it under her waist. Her hip was now at an angle at which your penis hit just the spot where you could see her pupils dilate with each thrust, as if your length could reach all the way through her body.

Her face slowly flared up red from the blood clogging in her head, unable to drain past the literal bottleneck you created, its contents had nowhere to go. With the constriction above that reflected, amplified the waves your hips made from below, and her whole body confined in the seclusion beneath you, her mind was left to focus on floating in the raging ebb and flow, to distil her bliss from the surge breaking against her core and for the noise to drown out all thoughts. The silence was interrupted by her chest hitching with each thrust.

Her delirious eyes could do nothing but stare at yours as you came closer to steal a peck; seemingly helpless, but her gaze imposing, nonetheless. She yearned to be put in this position, to be suffocated between the rock she laid on and the hard thing that speared her. Her intense, fiery eyes kindled in voracity with the frenzy building within her, contained from blowing out until you let her. She squeezed your arm in rhythm with your thrusts and relaxed when you were on your way out.

You were not a believer in manifestations and ominous omens, but both the wind and hail were pounding the window as if demons were knocking on it; the low rumbling after thunder cracked added to the mockery. Mix it with the gargling grunts Chaewon made under your steady pounding, and an uninitiated person would have double the reason to be scared.

This was a fine line to tread. It was not about the feeling of you being in control, or in delighting yourself by hurting her. This was about Chaewon chasing any and the biggest forms of ecstasy, even if it meant running at breathtaking velocity towards a cliff; it was your task to not let her fall past the edge into the abyss. She wanted to climb the mountain, push herself to the limit, rise high up where the air was thin, and the sense of satisfaction was at its peak.

You would wait until Chaewon came peeking over the edge before you pulled her back down. The long flight downwards was what let the dopamine soar the highest.

Her fingers were steady around your arm, squeezing hard as if being hunted by the devil. But Chaewon was not afraid, for she was enjoying the hunt. Every crash of your hips brought her closer to the peak, and she had to make it to the top with what’s left in her lungs. Every wet gargle meant the last traces of air escaped her—something to blow her eyelids into a flutter, something to break the hold and let the storm in. Just when she could glance into the devil’s eyes, when it would enthrall her and grasp her by her breath, until then you’d wait.

Yes, there she comes, there she comes; there she is—

You let go of her neck neither one beat too early, nor too late, yet her impulse for inhaling was faster. With a hoarse gasp, the air shot, no, outright exploded into Chaewon, just the right thunder to set off the combustion that sent shock waves throughout her body; it set her senses ablaze and lit up her mind. As if struck by lightning, her chest shot up and her hip followed, which bent her waist in a way like she did see the devil. Her eyes followed the flames upwards, her limbs stretched out and retracted in a spasm. Chaewon was so engrossed in quaking and groaning that she could not even curse whatever had possessed her.

Rushing down from her head, an abounding tide swashed over her hip, smashing against her dam with such a mind-blowing pressure that it broke and poured out unhindered. Outside, the fine spray fell like a drizzle, instantly pearling up on your skin and mingling with the sweat; the warm droplets, when tumbling down, left a cool sheen as does a comforting shower on a sunny day.

“Holy fuck, Chaewon, are you fine?!” you shouted.

She had trouble gargling out even a single coherent syllable through her guttural groans. “No—fuck!” She started to curse the air—the very thing that gave her life, made her blood red—punctuating it with jabs of words that veered back into groans, dragged out until she ran out of breath again.

Chaewon needed a moment to reel back from her bluster, for the ghastly winds to calm down as the eye of the storm drew over.

In this light state of her mind, still gasping and panting, she slung her arms around your neck, reeling you back in, and her eyes blinked to clear away the smoke from fire and darted around until they found yours. Through the haze, the only thing she was looking for was you. Her lips curled upwards, her legs wrapped around your waist beckoned you on, giving a nudge towards what she wanted to give to you, even though you’d have considered this as your only option anyway: more, until she’s filled.

Holding her tight, laying on top of her, your bodies were separated only by the heat radiated, the sweat exuded. Your hips pressed forward, setting the engine in motion again, for one piston to push into another. Steady, gentle as a teddy, there were many more cards to shuffle until you could deal them out. The vibrant red hue had barely faded from her face, with her skin still so hot to the touch and her chest doing its dearest to appreciate the unfettered air through your movements.

Sweat pearled from your head down to hers, falling like the rain. Some moments later, your brow furrowed slightly as your forehead sunk, coming into contact with hers briefly, not that your exertion had gone unnoticed before with how loud you were grunting, soon after you landed on the pillow beside her. You both kept babbling gibberish into each other’s ears, delighting scraps of nothings saying everything and subdued moans attesting of the mutual desire.

Even though you took care not to crush her supple frame under you, it felt more like her adventurous nature and demanding behavior urged you to give her everything you had, her suffocating pull compelled you to pound her with your whole weight, with how tight she fastened herself you set out for your own sprint at breakneck speed. Each time you slammed down her roar hitched and her arms clung round you harder, on every movement of your hips the bed frame squeaked.

Muffled through her moans, she asked you to come inside.

No doubt, there was nothing that she wouldn’t give you now.

For the coming storm Chaewon braced herself by sinking her teeth into your shoulder. No matter how hard your hips bucked and rolled into her, she kept her teeth seated. Her fangs tore at your seams, prying apart the scaffolding of your composure.

No attempt had ever been made to stop the volcano from erupting; quite the opposite, she had done everything to blow on the flames.

Just a few more thrusts, with the last crumbs of your willpower that held your hips together gone, until you, like her, burst, with every muscle tensing up and the electricity coursing through your body, through peristaltic convulsions you pumped load after load of the cum Chaewon wanted so dearly deep into her; your vision blanked out as your body strained itself to give her everything, in this languorous void of your mind all hell was let loose, with each spurt a tirade of thunder lighted your head in translucent red as you let out a rumbling deep bellow.

It would be hard to tell how much you came inside of her, with how wet everything was down there.

You turned around, limbs lax and splayed; and she rolled after you into an embrace, straight into a peck on her forehead. She had not minded the peck earlier, and she sure didn’t seem to mind it now.

“Much grateful, wow, this was so much different,” you said. You had never felt any more intimate with her, today has been really enchanting with her. “Really, Chaewon, thank you.”

“Thanks for coming today, daddy~.” Her cheeks were gleaming through her raving. After the tempestuous act, the turbulent storm had passed, the sky was still gloomy, the sun had already set, though at morning the sun also rises, until then you’d have to suffice with her pleased smile. All things are worth their price, this is how you’re able to tell it.

“I’m curious, why do you keep calling me daddy?”

“You should know this yourself. Don’t you love me even more when you feel like you own me,” she said and grabbed your arm to wrap it around her neck like a scarf, the outline of where you had held her still visible. “I get to ask something, too: Why do you keep making economy and idol jokes?”

Ha, she may have tuned in to you watching lectures, but apparently she missed the part where you took knowledge from the unlikeliest of sources and applied it to the ‘research’ of entertainment and media (no, totally didn’t watch fan cams all day and night…). All in the name of science, be assured.

“See, despite all the things the bible says about humans, the Matthew principle doesn’t hold for idols.”

“How so?” Chaewon looked up at you.

“Simple as that, idols at the bottom get fucked, and I fuck the idol at the top, too. Everyone gets shafted equally, no progressive scale.”

Her palm met her forehead, why did she even ask? “Your brain really only grows in your balls…”

“Hey, can’t help it. ‘Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.’ I fuck others, for they fuck me back,” you chuckled. The pole train never stopped, not until you’d starve, at least. What a good thing that you didn’t decide to study computer science instead, economists turn out to be so much more prolific, especially in their jokes.

“When we go down again, do me the favor and put a bridle around your tongue…,” Chaewon said, voice trailing off annoyed as she lowered her head and closed her eyes.

“Ah, right, what do we tell your mom? Does me coming inside you mean we are together?” you asked. The generosity of her allowing you into her most vulnerable place had to mean something, you hope. No more façade? Of course, you’d still keep mum about getting to tap an idol, but from your point of view, the deal was pretty much sealed now.

She will grow you into a proper man, an economist that is in equal measure blessed to give and to receive. In turn Chaewon will obtain all the economic emotional boosts and bailouts she’d need. (And you’re going to teach her a lot about the economy, too.) More than gladly you’ll accompany her for more funny business.

And yes, you need to report back to the higher authorities after you’d handed out the stimulus package; only then could you pop the big question.

“Still friends with benefits… just tell her we’re actually friends now… and the benefits, he-he…,” she purred and nudged her head onto your chest, slowly drifting into a nap. “Your arms are my oyster.”

Benefits aside, here she was, a little cub in its nest, a small bean cradled between your arms, her cheek squished against your heart, eyelashes resting on top her pillow-y eyelids. That once uptight innocence was so mellow to watch now.

The perfect treat for your tricks.

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When opening the door, two sets of bottoms fell to the floor with a squeal—you were met with two stunned faces; their ears weren’t latched tightly enough to the wood and the seal had come off.

“It-It sounded like someone was dying inside…,” Seungjoon tried to explain himself. Seungchan on the other hand was not as shy, his voice bright: “When will the child come?”

Chaewon prepared to retort in response to the impudence, but you were quick to hold her back. Squatting down to face them eye-to-eye, you asserted yourself as a worthy opponent to their small forms and harnessed a bold aura to negate their improper remark.

“Let me challenge you kids to find yourself someone who looks at you like Chaewon looks at me.”

You could not help but laugh, and of course Chaewon sent you flying for this silly joke, her foot connecting not with your butt but with your balls instead. With your face on the floor, contorted in pain, you could not help but say in a strained voice:

“Kiddos, when you joke about that… remember that I could have been your daddy… but Chaewon kicked me over the fence…”

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A/N for end: I’m so sad that not everyone of the family got enough screen time 😭.

FML, I started this draft in early June (so three months plus) and re-pitched this as Halloween just last week. I hope I did not piss off any actual MBAs. The puns got out of hand really fast.

The good thing about taking so long to write is, I get to collect a lot of ideas and even more jokes.

O’ cute Hayang, her hair so white and smooth, and face so round, her cheeks so bubbly bright. Lee Mujin hath invited her today, desired here and now, with Jiwon. Some songs they sing, perform a lull duet. Her tense so high before she comes on stage, on edge, ’spite she hath all the confidence. Her issue not her poise but something else: She dreams the seat beside Jiwon so near, this delicate fine woman so close and warm. Impressed by her sophistication much, admiring long her face, long brows, long nose. She longs for rubbing cheeks together firm, across her dimple deep, to feel her skin, and even put a hand on hers to hold. Desires close consort with her so deep.

She needs to rid those thoughts of love and heart, ’bout holding hands ’fore the camera. How outrageous, so preposterous, she fears that others think they fornicate. She dreads that thoughts betray her live or worse! Best convert fear and dread into excite’, by frighten off unmeant scared feelings with an even stronger fun delight so quaint. She needs to find relief for her blushed cheeks, so that her cheeks art white pure jade later; be full of bubbling cheers instead of lewd, thus never be attainted pure semblance.

Or was it lust bestirring thoughts of filth, O’ Gosh that would be worse than butterflies. Wherefore her inner crave doth go beyond held hand, perhaps chance most a little kith. A girl unmet of satisfaction she was not, no that’s fo sho, think else would baffle her. Thence unacceptable it was. Taboo! If such raw lust be overcome her head… Before it gets the better side of her, unvalve compulsion ’fore it clouds her head, unleash the steam before it’s etched on film; such urge she now and here must fight herself, so it not pesters her chaste thoughts on set.

But horny is a stout concoct’ of minds, it came swift over her without a touch. So fast her core in heat it raised and grew, it needs some outer guidance to chastize. Her body seemed so eager unto self, her long white dress gave way, her hand guidest. So down her finger went, unclasp her jeans, a finger suffocates the kindling flame, to choke off fire ’fore ruin’d innocence, so keen to sate her longing heat for Jiwon.

“Thou ’rt so fair. Thine likeness pure not lewd!”

’Twas odd to say, not ’nough of thirst could quench, so sad her thought of Jiwon unmeet it seems.

Now think a taste still lingered in her mouth, a gift hath been imparted yesternight, been smothered much in Nakko’s tinder was. Her lips bright, always puckered, always arched, through it her tongue towards the heaven speared, her tongue made all the shapes and forms; she lapped her up a hungry dog so wild, inside she wiggled, writhed, and hit the spots, again and until Nakko dry and blessed.

’Tis all because of Nakko’s thighs ’round her; void breath a vile rebuke of innocence, hence Nakko churns her up so much more high. Hereafter hither in and thither out, her finger dash’s and jerks and twists and turns, each tiny push became a mighty surge. Oft over hip it flows and rolls and bucks, her thighs make shudders, quivers, waves so strong, small curling toes in her pink sneaker shoes.

Her spoon shakes up her mind, stirs up the pot, so long as until all the thoughts art fryed. Hot heat is building, pressure boiling hard, therefore her struggle holding back near vain; in search of yearn resigns ’self unto come.

“For pain upon me thou hath caused with shame. With wrath thus truly know, that thou art hexed! Lee Nagyeong, fuck thee! Fuck thee much and more.”

With this the lid came off, her mouth agape, the broth out spilled and spritzed to everywhere, the pot it shook, the wooden spoon outflung.

But when she openeth dem eyes aghast, still ragg’d in breath and legs still quivering, as much her eyes still giddy of the heat. A woman brown hair light there stands in front, but not a hallucination of hers. Beneath white top her skin is visible, her shoulder open, bare, so smooth and ’thrall, her lips so luscious, her eyes so wide. So quick, Hayang shuts lid and valve, her blush, her folds art barred, yet moist’ seeps through. The temp’ inside Hayang ’gain rising high.

“Whence doth thou think to be so wanton wicked?” Asks Park Jiwon, her smirk so sly and hot. Such jealousy apparrent, lits her eyes, she sees a meal prepared, well done with love. Now hungry, Jiwon wants to dive into the pot.

“If thy self-service be the food of love, let me play on, for joice together tastes!”

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A/N: This was a digital-only straightforward top-to-bottom writing-in-the-dark, first draft churned out in three days (~16h, plus ~7h of editing), without any notes at all, after we challenged each other to a BFH.

Direct your complaints at the regional kpop branch office. Send likes to CK. First attempt at BFH. My conclusion is, I’m incapable of a ‘haze-fueled’ thing. No, really, I don’t write when horny. I hope it’s still a delightful read.

Disclaimers: Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. I wish it were real, though (/jk my stories are not my fantasies).

No person or entity associated with this story received payment or anything of value, or entered into any agreement, in connection with the depiction of clothing products.

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You were about to beeline straight to bed, past the living room and across the hallway, when the miniscule sound of the front door unlocking stopped you in your tracks.

In walked your girlfriend, Kwon Eunbi, her features hidden by a wide hat and sunglasses as idols commonly did when incognito. Loose jeans and ankle-high boots concealed her lower body; while the upper half was covered by a waist-long trench coat—even though it was high summer, where the temperatures stayed hot into the evenings.

You turned and pointed at the kitchen, greeting her as she sorted her boonie hat. “There’s food in the microwave, should I—”

“—Ah, I brought you something from work.”

“Huh, weren’t you at a photoshoot?” You scratched your head, watching her put the hand bag away; nothing worthwhile appeared to be inside, so this time perhaps it wouldn’t be branded pencils from the agency. But what would it be, then?

“Oh, don’t worry, you’ll like it.”

With her beautiful face uncovered, her blush rosé lip gloss parted and darted forward, the wooden heels jabbed the parquet and reverberated in the narrow convexity. You were given a very short countdown and no chance to evade. Eunbi slung her arms around your neck and her lips latched onto yours. Your breath had already escaped ahead of the impact.

After stressful schedules, usually you two made it to the couch first before dropping, maybe at least the arch of the living room when she had given some steamy performances (*cough* she was still wet after coming home *cough*). But today, Eunbi seemed extra avid, already completely unhinged at the doorway.

While staggering backwards, driven by her body pressing into yours, her breasts squishing into you, your back pushed open the door already set ajar. With wobbling steps you aimed for the couch. Well, actually you were wandering around blind. Her tongue attempted to give guidance, pushing yours around adverse to wherever you steered—but your clouded brain did not pick up any patterns from her moist stirrings.

Your leg got caught on the table; although low, that would prove to be even more fatal, sending you both in a tumble. Holding onto the tightness of her embrace, you two crashed short of the couch and the fall scattered the orderly arrangement laid on top. The mess was a hindrance to easy access for what you needed next.

Eunbi pulled off. “I think we lost the lube,” she laughed. Her wide smile wanted more. She climbed onto the couch. Her voluptuous body blocked out even the sun. Her curves in the shades turned your head with her movement. She turned and sat down with your head lodged between her thighs. Your face reflected her radiant gleam, so bright not just from the exuded warmth from her jeans.

“Do we need it?”

“Fuck you…,” she said nonchalantly, raising a corner of her mouth. You were not to question her, and you’d realize soon enough. Her hands reached for her coat.

“This is the gift, by the way,” she added. Her fingers untwirled the loops with elegant and smooth motions to open the curtains with the flaps flying.

Her jeans were unbuttoned, giving a peek at the infamous lettering stitched on brown cotton. Your eyes followed her waistline upwards across her soft stomach, until your gaze hit her mounds from below. Needless to say, you did not make it as far as her face, and she knew better than to not condone you for it.

Fit, toned, shaped, voluptuous. There were many words to describe Eunbi’s body, but the one thing she deserved the most: worship and appreciation.

Every day you had her felt like Christmas. You gulped hard. “Yes, fuck me….”

With haste, you quarried for the bottle, knocked over from earlier. Her thigh blocked your view and did not let you go. Under her watchful smirk your hand fumbled for the familiar shape, going through device remotes short and long, snack cans narrow and girthy, a bottle very viscous and a few ounces—yes, that’s the one.

You had a guess what she wanted the lube for, but you’d have to start at the bottom first.

Straightening your back and shifting your legs a tad away, you pulled your head down and unlaced her boots, gently sliding them off. Black was on the menu today. She changed her nail polish as often as her schedules, but black was a regular. It may even be your favorite (though the vibrant ones weren’t far behind) due to the stark contrast with her surrounding pale skin, so strong that the eye catching dark void was glossy even in this dim light.

Your hands rubbed her soles as your tongue circled around each toe before engulfing them in your mouth, where you could suck on them in reclusion and drown them in your admiration. Giving her your undivided attention, anywhere, unabashed, provided not just you with a sense of gratification and satisfaction, it also spurred the swelling excitement within you both. Finally, having paid her toes the tithe they were due, you pulled back again, this time to tug at her jeans.

In a wave she lowered the hem, and you picked up the torch to reveal her magnificent gems that were her sizable gams. While Eunbi was one of the shorter among her (very much) taller peers, none could match her in the shape of her legs. And you made sure to show how much you wanted to appreciate them by snailing a moist trail upwards—literally legs for days. Your dedication was answered with a satisfied smile. Your hands did not stay idle in treasuring her thighs, getting a good feel along the way.

Eunbi took loving care of her body, keeping it in a fit shape (the kind that fit her, that she’d be proud of) so well to the point where she often became horny when looking at herself. It was a natural consequence that she wanted to indulge in her body together with you.

Across the valley that was her toned stomach (especially when she lifted her arms, like right now), beyond the speed bump that was the elastic band with green lettering, you hit upon a steep incline.

The highly coveted crown jewels of idol royalty.

Your teeth grazed her mounds lightly a few times, giving her muted tingles, before kneading her breasts with your lips. The pressure on her flesh was not punctured, but firm enough to evoke a nasal sign of approval. The sheen of saliva you left on her, both the trail and from tasting her breasts, evaporated in just a few moments to an airy chill, so you kept adding more, going low and up again to freshen them up. Light bites once in a while stung her, brought her out of her trance of relishing the admiration she received.

“May I?” you asked, pulling away and shook the bottle, warmed to the touch.

Eunbi nodded and shifted around to kneel on the couch, as you lost your pants and worked the lube onto your penis. Another squirt on her breasts (“Fuck, this shit’s still cold!”) and you were ready to unite your scepter with her double orbs.

The bra parted exactly right, the triangular cut was wide open (while still looking decent), allowing you to align your cock between her breasts. She filled out the cloth even more now with you lodged in-between and her hand squeezing them together. Eunbi truly deserved her nickname, she was eunbig enough to wrap around and smother your shaft in a soft embrace.

This act was not an excuse for you to watch her knead her own breasts, though you could not help delighting yourself in such a gorgeous display, with her face looking up at you, searching for a reaction, and her voluptuous flesh being squeezed and shifting around like dough in a mixer. You aided her in the strenuous work by thrusting your hips when she was moving down, which was easier in intention than done, given that you couldn’t go far when standing.

“The CK is not exactly a… sexy cut…. But goddamn it, we can keep this pair, right?”

“Lube’s gonna leave a stain,” she said, ogling the dark blots below as they grew from the seams. The fringes were already drying up.

“I… hope that won’t be a problem?”

“Ha, yeah, well, no one knows I took them home. Yet.”

Eunbi flashed you a grin, cheeks raising into prominence before diving. Her tongue circled around your tip, choking you out of a reply.

You couldn’t be sorry for ruining the cloth now, not before you took the chance to cream the queen and added a few more spots yourself. Only then would you worry about getting rid of the blemishes. Maybe try the washing machine first, give it a spin. Oh yes, your head was in a twirl, thinking about the water sloshing around into a vortex, mind floating along with the flow. She increased the pace. The feathery tingles buckled your hips from the shudders induced by her slick actions on your shaft. Gosh, the shapes she drew with her wet organs. The cresting wave was about to hit the open door, threatening to spill out, and all the things you wanted to drench—

“—ffu—whack—”

—someone suddenly stopped the drum. The colossal whirling forces of nature, with the rug pulled away, first crumbled, then collapsed into itself. The massive downward tides clashed, and from the bottom a rogue wave shot upwards—a single spurt managed to leave your cock to hit square on her chin before her fingers tightened into a ring at the base. Empty and confused quivers followed, ears rumbling from the hollow pressure, hips spasming from wanting to give, to provide, but nothing more came through.

You found a shoulder to steady yourself with jelly legs trembling. A strained throat struggled to curse whatever befell you. Her hand braced your waist, and she sure could feel the turmoil that your muscles had gone through just now.

Eunbi’s arched brow told you everything: nothing shall spill unless her will. “Don’t thank me yet ’til you get to come inside,” she chuckled.

She gave your groin a push for your weak legs to flop onto the couch. A fresh sheen of sweat darkened the surface. Eunbi followed you right after with a mellow giggle. Pulling the panties aside and swiftly ensuring alignment, Eunbi mounted herself on you. Your breath sank as she lowered herself. Only for the first descent would she go slow, then she picked up velocity.

You may not have come yet, but you felt just as sensitive. Eunbi knew that. Your groaning and hoarse muffles confirmed it.

With her body pressing you into the cushions, you gave in to the fact that you could not dictate the speed at which she took you. Her contour blocked out most of the hallway glow, visible faint around the corner. Some last scraps glimmering through her black hair. Her head lowered until the side of her face was underlined by scattered rays, bringing her ethereal beauty to light. She bent forward for her bosoms to fill whatever remained in your view; all residual thoughts of your day were squashed by her humongous tits.

Surrounded, smothered, with nowhere to go, you were in the happy position to charge in all directions. Anywhere your tongue lunged out, wherever your chin winded up for your mouth to snap at, you managed to grasp her skin and flesh. By roaming your hands and arms across her back you pressed on the attack with ferocity. But despite all your best efforts, Eunbi was relentlessly gyrating her hips on your cock, her tight muscles—concealed within the opulent body—clenched around your shaft and rubbed it up and down as her taut stomach glided on yours over the layer of combined perspiration. Any shiver caused by your numerous offensives rippled through her as a flinch, a shudder in her folds. It was not long until Eunbi matched her moans to yours in volume.

Each quiver of her core sent an electrifying tingle through your penis and your hips started twitching. Wide movements smeared your sweat all over the couch, with enough momentum to outright stamp the marks deep into the material. Dry slick soon turned sticky, but each of you powered through, the humping never let up the bouncing. Still muffled, you could not tell whose breath was hitching more.

Everything melded further together the more you focused on not yielding to whatever your shaking hips wanted to do. Was everything you tasted now actually her transpiration; maybe your own; the natural flavor of her skin; or even the glistening gold from the sovereign’s orbs? Whatever stray and irrelevant stirabouts of which tastes the liquid were carrying that your brain had concocted up would be dropped right now.

Eunbi lowered her voice slowly to your ear, luscious lips scraping across your cheeks. You already knew what she wanted, you were more than ready, and just the brush of her whisper had sufficed to let you loose.

The air carried the demand of milk for the queen’s tea. Without doubt, what better way to serve it than by her favorite regalia!

At her behest, your body was finally granted the permission to unbuckle any and all holds, to unleash the boy juices from their restraints. The rumbling of your hips churned even more ferocious waves into the already violent sea, shaking the ship that was your lap, and on this unsteady deck milk was attempted to be poured, actually more like spilled, straight into the tea pot, filling it to the brim and beyond. Mutual groans, as if thrilled following along the action, accompanied each time your penis pulsed and shot out more spurts. Copious amounts of the white liquid spilled out. What couldn’t be accommodated in time ran along your most intimate connection to blend with the abundant fluids and drip out as the purest testimony of your dedication.

Tea was ready to be presented. The frothiness of chai latte was one of her secret pleasures. Obviously, she had never divulged this favorite of hers to anyone before.

Eunbi drew her tongue across her lips. But when she took hold of the kettle, shifting higher to pour herself an aromatic cup of blissful sweetness, eyes already closed, she slipped on all the sweat that covered you both. Eunbi fell down your cock again, letting out a deep groan, and from the sudden impact the kettle was dropped. The capsizing turn of events spilled out all of her love liquids. A tide sprayed from your connection that infused with what was in the puddle.

Panting, taking long breaths, you finally had the opportunity to behold the mess made on the couch and around. The sprawled clothes barely did a thing to cover the objects thrown off the table. The intensity of your combined exertion was evident in how much the set of remaining clothes on her was soaked. A literal lake had formed beneath you, its reaches pooling in any crevice and the valley where you sank in.

All those waves and splashes were not just some lecherous metaphors your mind had come up with. “Fuck, we should have put a towel down,” you gasped.

Eunbi scooped up some with her hand formed into a cup and brought it to her mouth.

The queen was not quite amused from the spillage, yet more than content and satisfied with what she could savor.

Perhaps next time Eunbi should do a home & bath CF, then. You’d love to watch her come home in a bathrobe, still glistening wet (or provide a bucket load yourself, do we pick white or clear?).

“Overruled. The prosecution may proceed.” You approached her small face, her hair covering the forehead accentuated how round and adorable it was—already more than enough grounds to close this case. While with the ring gag she could not smile, Mashiro still raised her cheeks and her eyes bored themselves into your heart, the sight stirring a flurry of palpitations within your chest; your heart could barely cope with this intense attack of this wordless allure.

“I shall present sufficient evidence and even testimony at once,” you said, a hand feeling for her heartbeat even though your own was skipping, crumbling. Your other hand gently cradled her cheek, a finger rubbing around her dimple.

“We have the incriminating evidence right here in front of us. The tools of murder are still hard at work, and they are not shying away to attack an officer of the court in an attempt to obstruct the justice—another charge that shall be levelled!” you added. “Furthermore, I shall call myself as a witness. May I present my testimony of how much the plaintiff has suffered at the hands of this adorable cutie?”

“You’re just wretending,” Mashiro snickered. The way she said those words made you look away in feigned agony, compelling you to clutch your heart from her out-of-character betrayal.

“Silence, please. This is a court of law, and I expect you to behave, ’Shiro.” You stood up and flung a hand lightly across her breast, making her squirm. “Except for counting—”

“—Hwan.”

“The prosecution will suggest a deal: plead guilty to the charge of attempted murder by cuteness, and we will agree to a lesser sentence of just a hundred flocks instead of a thousand.”

You smacked her ass cheek and the shock rippled through her thighs; she counted.

“Newwah! Your Honor, I request that all ewidence we examined thoroughly and in a whair wanner.”

“Agreed,” you said. You ran a finger over her already wet folds between those spread legs, and it looks like someone was anticipating the ‘examination’ already. A harder smack on her other cheek made her whimper. “Shree.” While thinking of ways to punish her for her crime, you added, “The court will consider all evidence presented. Thoroughly.”

One by one you would set out to prove the charge, that Mashiro wreaked havoc to your heart, and you would start top to bottom. Taking a closer look at her almond-shaped eyes, you felt your chest tighten once more. Her gaze looked you up and down, studying the expression in your face before wandering down to your groin and noticing that her sparkling eyes had no effect there yet. Like a Dachshund waggling its tail in heat she drew her tongue over the ring gag and stuck it out and wiggled it. Such an improper display in this official room was not in order and so you made to stifle her excited organ with your finger.

Her tongue was quick to envelop your finger as it entered her mouth, trying to entangle you and lock you in place. Her wrapping herself around your fingertip and spreading her saliva over it imparted imaginations of what she could do to your penis, and these imaginations sent fuel downwards, as well as made your chest even tighter. With the other hand you unclasped the ring gag and slid it up your finger.

“Show me your dimples, I need to examine them,” you said to her. But what she did was contrary to what you expected. Mashiro extruded her lips and with those puckered lips she sucked in your finger, the tongue twirling around it. Her dimples disappeared. Unbelievable. Clear as her sparkling eyes, it was an obstruction of justice, destruction of evidence. “A grave mistake,” you muttered, shaking your head. Removing the finger from her wet embrace and clasping the gag, you dragged a wet trail down her round chin, between her sizable breasts, across her toned stomach (that she never shows) to her moist folds before giving her a thwack on her butt.

“—hngh, four! How is this a fair trial? Your Honor, you are clearly biased!” Mashiro shouted, now that her mouth was unrestrained.

“You are right in that regard, Mashiro. You are my bias,” you chuckled. Even with the obfuscation of evidence going on, the Jury—guess who—had more than enough findings to reach a verdict. “I am both Judge and Executioner, and by virtue of my office, for all the abhorred crimes you have committed, I shall sentence you to… capital punishment!”

You put the wet metal piece down on the table and picked up lube and a ball gag in turn. You held the gag in front of her, ready to fasten it. “Any last words?”

She looked you in the eyes fiercely. “Yes, I hereby invoke the ancient right of trial-by-intercourse!”

Another mistake, her lack of etiquette.

“Defendant, you are in the presence of our most venerable Judge, you will address me properly.” You could barely contain a smile forming on your face. Your hand connected with her breast again, and she counted like a good girl.

“Your Honor,” she emphasized those two words, “I wish to prove my innocence and settle this dispute once and for all.”

“Very well, I accept your challenge. The Prosecution shall summon the plaintiff—yours truly—to take up the fight.” You covered your penis in copious amounts of lube while working it to full mast. “And who might rise to your call?”

Mashiro rolled up her eyes before pointing with her chin. “This cunt down there!” she exclaimed. You followed her gaze down with a smile.

“Prepare yourself for the Rod of Justice, then. May it find the victor and grant them the truth!”

No longer did Mashiro need to say anything anymore, so she was rendered muffled, silenced. You gave your cock a few more strokes before you started to insert a moan into the woman, her deep and lengthy and drawn-out exhalations were so endearing. Her eyes were fixed on yours, her hazel darkness harnessing your adoration for her to devour your soul, the remaining void sucking you in deeper. The emphasis was on deep, as deep as you could go. Just like her tongue did before, her folds accommodated your penis into their already-wet embrace, with added slickness from the lube.

The Prosecution was now in bed with the Defendant, but this was done so in the name of justice.

With the easygoingness of a patron entering their favorite snuggery, with the speed of them stuffing their mouth before bursting, with the ambition of a detective inside a ‘case’, you thrust your penis inside and savored the feeling of her walls wrapped around you. She parted and opened when you went inside, letting you relish in her tight embrace and examine her folds, her stomach, her chest, her lips, nose, eyes.

The ache in your chest grew the longer you took a close look at her features. The longer you felt her around you, the more your heat grew. The more her wrists and ankles strained from your thrusting, the louder her moans leaked through the gag. When you pulled out, those aches added to the void that wanted you back in.

“It was foolish not to confess,” you said before delivering a smack, and the sound of her shrill protest attested to her keeping account of the tally, even if vaguely. Your hips worked steadily to exercise the punishment by the verbatim wording of the law.

Wiping a glob of spit trailing from her mouth, you tried it and its taste turned out to be a potent toxin for your weak heart. Your finger brushed against softness of her lips, heightening the impact she had on you. Her breasts were no less soft, kneading them added to both your joyous delight and pending demise, as well as to her ticklish squirms. You felt for her breath on her stomach, for rhythmic and arrhythmic movements alike. You felt up the ridges and plains there and where the sheen of sweat amalgamated into droplets and where they would be running. With the gag, every moan of hers sounded throaty—even if high in pitch—the vibrations could be felt on her stomach.

Between the tension and relaxation Mashiro found a sense of bliss. When her limbs strained, when the straps twisted her skin, it gave her pain; she was pulled out of any and all thoughts. When they went slack, her mind was scattered, free to roam. Each time she was moved from one end to the other on the chair, her head was flushed clean, adding to the pressure building up inside of her whole body, tipping the scale further towards tension. She held it all in just fine until you groped her meaty thighs, fingers digging into the sensitive areas; your other hand went to rub her folds, adding fuel to the boiling pot, working her towards that shrill rice cooker squeal.

Drips of her innocence leaked out; she sprinkled you with copious amounts of dew, lots and lots of little dots for you to connect and frame her with; their warmth sizzling and decomposing your strength. Her hips quivered, the shiver ran not only up her spine but also down her legs into her toes. Her pristine, jade-toned skin was now blushed with red, symbolizing the vitality of her fertility; the essence of her life and her very soul were visible in the depths of her eyes. She lost her gaze, her eyes widening as her pupils dilated and shook, creating a black hole that tugged at your heart and twisted your composure.

Mashiro has been subjugated by the force of law, but the session was far from over. Justice has not yet been exacted to the full amount of the sentence.

The Prosecution had their own hill to climb, but you were close to the peak already. Never faltering in your thrusting, your steady rhythm delivered righteousness deep into her core, the gratification that you received in return was impartial and rich. Your heart was racing, its beat audible in your ears, the throbbing manifesting itself in your cock. With the plethora of evidence at hand, everything indicated that Mashiro was extremely adorable and cute; which was extremely dangerous, you had to finish this before you succumbed to this trial.

While Justitia may have been a resolute woman, she had you as her Boogeyman to deposit justice where a female could not. Leaning in until you looked her deep in the eye—absolutely not judgmental at all—, watching her regain her gaze while you sensed her beat with your own heart, you gave her one last determined thrust. Sunk inside, deep to the hilt, with a final groan you unloaded the spirit of truth into her. Spurt after spurt you pumped everything into her, everything your body could muster up until you felt lightheaded. As you laid on top of her, your legs gave out and the wave of dizziness cradled your face onto her fluffy marshmallows.

“Fuck, ’Shiro, I have to call for a recess, I really need it…,” you gasped with your last breath as the world around you swayed and twirled and everything faded to black.

Mashiro may have persevered in the trial-by-intercourse, but she will have to live with your sweat slathered all over her body and your cum inside of her. She shook around, though the restraints did not let her move far, and your exhaustion did not allow her gagged squeals reach through your ears.

The banging beats were not enough to drown out the screaming fog that clouded his head. Standing at the railing, he lit himself a cigarette. His eyes roamed over the lively crowd dancing and jumping below as his thoughts drifted to other places, however failed to quell the noise. The flashing lights were blinding but did nothing to distract him.

The car was gone, along with her. Would it finally bite him after what he did?

His love had broken away, ousting him. His offspring, fond of seeing him again at first, had also rejected him. He had always prided himself on being a good man, but in the last years it was hard to keep his composure. Things happened when it slipped, and now everything he did was faced with nothing but repulsion, nothing but fear. The frustration gnawed at his mind. He had been wandering this world and nothing came his way. Nothing would be handed to him on a silver platter now. No, he would have to take life into his own hands. He would have to seize everything he wanted, everything that was his. He needed to get his daughter back.

Trying to focus on the surrounding chatter only added to the noise in his head. Smoke curled from his lips as he exhaled, slowly dissipating unlike his thoughts.

He played with his drink to pass the time between thoughts, swirling the ice cubes around, the liquid swashing over the stains in different colors. A lot of cocktails had been tried, but none of them had satisfied him yet, so he held on to the same glass, hoping to find something in its shape that would make him feel better.

The folks here were talking about all kinds of things, about sports and gossip, about friends and family and acquaintances, about recent events and achievements. Everyone had something to say and someone to listen, to comfort and cheer each other. Everyone, except for him. But he tried to tune his ear to every chat anyway, even though he could barely relate.

He eavesdropped on the women below talking in a language he identified as Japanese. The scraps of their far-away speech strung together an unfamiliar song that he could get lost into. The change in pitch formed a melody that comforted his soul. That continued until he suddenly recognized his own language, with two syllables in the stream of mumbling that startled him. His eyes widened, his mind roused from the thoughts, his pupils darting around until he found the two female figures, just joined by a third person.

“Haven’t heard from her all day,” one said. Both had long black hair and long and narrow faces, one thinner than the other, similar in height and perhaps age—hard to tell. Quite pretty, he thought, maybe he should get them for tonight. From the way they were standing, they seemed to know each other, but their heads were turned toward the third person, both leaning towards her to work against the noise.

“She won’t be coming today,” she replied, head shaking. Her bright and clear voice rang very familiar. From up here, he could not see her face, but the black hair, straight and long up to her neck, wrapping around her tiny head like a melon, was stirring emotions inside of him. Oh yes, she was here, he was sure of it.

He had an unobstructed view of them, of their curves and skin, down their cleavages. All three of them were clad in matching jeans wear, wrapped tightly around their bodies. The color of the sky engulfed their milky skin, accentuating their curves and exposing their slender waists. They were close to each other, bent forward, and still had to shout to be heard over the music. He bit his lip as he ogled them up and down.

“She told you?” one of the two asked. To this, the third woman tilted and shook her head again, silencing the topic.

Now he had a good idea where his daughter had run off to. His gaze remained fixed on them as they gradually shifted their focus to different subjects.

The smaller woman, perhaps half his age, emptied her drink and turned around to mingle with the crowd, her hips swaying to the beat of the music, and his eyes followed her. The looks she gave to others as she danced with them. Those sparkling eyes that cheered other people up. Chaewon was a selfish bitch if Yunjin had really gone to her place to hide from him. She showed up here, uncaring, to party like nothing had happened, unaware of his wrath.

She had made a big mistake by coming here.

He slammed his glass onto the table, where it collided with the others before shattering. He put out his cigarette on the table, dragging a trail of ashes and unburnt tobacco. After all, he would not have to return once he was finished with her. His mind was numb, clouded, fogged, worries amassed, but focused on something clear now. He clenched his fists as he walked down, pushing through the crowd.

Whether Yunjin did hide out at Chaewon’s or not, either way he still had unfinished business with her: The last time, when he approached her, she had denied his advances. Chaewon knew his face from her best friend, who had shown her the estranged father who suddenly disappeared one day. Using his daughter’s name as the reason for the rejection had made him angry. What kind of lame excuse could she possibly have for refusing a night of passion with him? Why else would she come here if not to get into other people’s pants, even if it turned out to be someone’s wife—or a friend’s father. Could it be that she did not like men? What a ridiculous reason for turning him down, he thought.

He towered over the crowd, shoving past anyone who didn’t see him coming. He used his hands both to push them aside and to steady himself. It was not warm in the club, not even down here, but it was humid on the lower level, with the mass of people exuding their sweat. In a clearing amidst the forest he spotted the melon hairdo, hunched over with someone else, their own faces reflecting on the phone screen. His lips curled into a wide, eager smile, ready to meet her.

“Why ain’t you staying home,” he yelled at her from behind. She shuddered before turning around, pale in the face when she had recognized the voice, eyes going round as her mouth. But her face turned serious again in an instant when her eyes saw no ghost, putting her phone away.

That was not the best pick-up line, he had to admit, but it certainly got her attention. His approach was too rash, he should slow down a bit. It occurred to him now, playing the nice guy card would maybe persuade her to let him get back at his daughter.

“I… I wanted to apologize for last time,” he slurred out, but her eyes narrowed when she looked him down. Girls in clubs had their share of creeps, so he doubted that it was enough to fool her. Him slightly wobbling on the spot did not help for his impression.

“What do you want…?” Chaewon furrowed a brow. She had known something was amiss when Yunjin had come to her, face red and marked with blemishes, her appearance disheveled, and her emotions clearly in turmoil. And now her friend’s father was approaching her; the timing of it all seemed too coincidental, raising suspicions within Chaewon. She hatched the hope that he could be shaken off with ease.

Similar thoughts raced through his mind. How much had Yunjin told Chaewon? What game would he have to play to reach her? The fact that Chaewon had not fled yet indicated that she was either not in the know, or very brave.

“It was unreasonable for me to lash out like that when you refused,” he added. “You know I’m a nice guy, right?” Whether he was truly sorry or not was for her to find out. Perhaps Chaewon did already see past his facade, doubting all his intentions.

What he had gathered from last time was the only reason she would have rejected her could be that they were in a relationship. Not just out of respect for a best friend’s blood. An unreasonable assumption was drawn, but it was not like he could be reasoned with. But what mattered more to him: she was in his way to Yunjin.

“There…,” he stumbled, taking a moment with his words. “There may be something you could help me with…”

With a stiff upper lip Chaewon shook her head. “I don’t really think so…”

She had made it clear to her friend’s father already that she despised him. There was nothing to talk about.

“I know my daughter is at your place,” he blurted out, blurry eyes focused on her face, trying to read her. Chaewon lowered her head in suspicion, but kept her attention raised. Since she did not flinch, he could not tell if she knew something.

She had not realized it when Yunjin came to her looking like a shipwreck that did not survive a storm, but seeing the father approach her today and say that had shot an arrow through her heart. Most creeps did not take a rejection well, so she had thought that taking his daughter into consideration would be effective. But Chaewon had only fueled his anger, no matter how unreasonable it might have been, and directed his wrath at her best friend, accidentally serving her as a scapegoat. Now she regretted the excuse she had brought last time, she should have chosen differently if she had known.

The person next to her noticed that this appeared to be a fight and barged in, her familiar eyes meeting Chaewon’s before she looked over at him. “Hey, Chae, is this guy bothering you?” she said, the wave of her chin making it clear that it was directed at him. The long wavy black hair helped him connect the outline of her face with the voice he had heard before. Her frame was slim like her face, but the muscles she had were defined. He doubted that she would be able to oppose him, though, if she dared to cross him.

Chaewon smiled back, and her eyes searched for an answer, looking back and forth between the two. Behind the Japanese-speaking girl she saw the other one. The chance to avoid a confrontation with him was here. Hope was on her side. But what would be the point of avoiding him? Burying her head in the sand would not rid him out of her life—after all, they had met again. “Yeah, it’s Yunjin’s father again…,” she said at first, but on second thought… She had to confront him, put an end to it, fight him off before things escalated. Chaewon was not afraid of storms, for she was learning how to sail her ship. She had to face her mistakes, but without dragging her friends into the mess. Maintaining her serious attitude, she told them that, “I will handle him.”

He chuckled, both amused and annoyed by her boldness. Yeah, let’s see how much of him she can pack until she crumbles, he thought. He leaned forward, his face above hers, his smile as wide as her eyebrows hidden beneath her hair. Her closed lips were bigger than her round eyes, her whole face small and round, so adorable yet attractive. In his drunken stupor, he did not bother to hide the fact that he was ogling down at her cleavage, strong memories of lusting after those incredibly protruding breasts on that slender body fresh in his mind. He put a hand on her arm and leaned down to her ear. “Mind if we talk outside,” he asked, his chin pointing toward the exit. “Not so loud… No one disturbing…”

In any other context his smile might have been friendly and his words considerate. She did not retreat from his approach, even though she could just barely keep her nose from scrunching under his breath, she maintained her strong posture. Chaewon would not let herself be intimidated by this man. She had taken it upon herself to try to burn him, to throw him into the Black Sea and to stand guard at the Bosporus, never to let the monster lay hand on anything in the Aegean ever again. She could neither give up, nor give in. Without a word, without batting an eye, she gave them both a glance before turning around and making her way out of the crowd.

He chuckled again as he followed, passing the tall woman who came to aid with a mischievous grin. “Family matter, don’t worry… it’s about my daughter,” he said to her, not that he thought that it would keep her settled. From the brief glance, her cat-like eyes and the way her tall face ended in her pointed chin were alluring. The dignified lucidity of her fair skin was arousing. Surely a face to remember, he thought, to desire, the satisfaction it would give to him to wipe the annoyed frown that she gave to him. Chaewon sure had a pretty friend, so delicate, too.

Outside, the only people around were gathered at the entrance, taking a smoke and chatting in their circles. And it would be none of their business what the two had to talk about. Chaewon settled for a corner behind the club, far enough for no one to listen on them, but still close enough to call for help should the need arise.

The place was littered with garbage and spilling dumpsters, torn sacks pouring out their reeking organics. It was as if the alley had not been emptied in weeks—it had to do for the moment, though. She turned around, locking her arms, her stare expecting him to keep the distance; not that he would heed her, though. Not until he could see the pores on her skin. Seeing her small frame in the open, fair skin lit, tinted by the evening sky, had flipped a switch inside of him.

“So, are you two a couple, or what?” he spat out, furrowing a brow just like Chaewon. His mouth was eager to get back at her, for all the reasons, the fiery ire for her, his anger over their last encounter had never subsided, never pushed into the background. No, it had driven him for the last days, the stare she had given him, the same as last time, had commanded his course. His legs got him closer to Chaewon, seeing those round eyes and the filled eye bags below made him want to run his tongue across her tears once he had his way. “Admit it, you didn’t want me because of Yunjin!”

“It’s… not about her…,” Chaewon said as she took a step back. She could not fathom what he had said, where he had based his assumption from. No, he had looked at her with the very same gaze that would look everywhere but at her eyes. The touch of his hand was rough and had penetrated any boundary of respect. The moments they had were unpleasant, both her fair skin and her nose had suffered, not speaking of what her ears had to endure and the repulsive thoughts he had stirred in her mind. Chaewon doubted that revealing her opinion of him would change anything now, but she hissed it out anyway: “You are both an asshole and a creep!”

The instant she realized there would be no exchange of words, the moment she changed from expecting a glimmer of reason to confronting him, he drew his tongue across his lips. Words would be of no help from here on. His fire had to be quenched, and the evil torments she had unleashed upon the world needed to be locked back into the box that she had opened.

So, as she receded to maintain her distance from him—which was not that far—, Chaewon stuck her head out slightly, her lower lip pressed itself against her upper, her jaw quaked as she chewed on air. Saliva pooled under her tongue that she scooped up. With a sudden burst of air, before she had turned around and dashed away, she launched a stream of arrows, hot and flaming, straight at his face. His head recoiled from the globs that hit his eyelids, but in a blind reaction, he leaped forward, keeping up with her while wiping the spit away.

Bass was oozing through the walls, flashing through the open windows. Fast beats pulsating, but Chaewon’s heart was beating even faster. Her legs kept her away from him, for now at least, and she screamed for help, but once a wondering ear looked back down, they were already around the next corner. Behind her was the furious panting, the guttural groaning that drove her forward, not because she was frightened, but because she had not calculated how to confront him yet. Until she did, Chaewon would have to keep away from his scales, and hope to find a way to fight or lead him into a crowd where she could find help. There were barely any people out at this time, though, even more so in this maze far from the main streets.

She sprinted through the labyrinth of alleys, going for the direction where she saw more than one way in the junction, trying one after another, but it took no end. Now Chaewon cursed that she had rejected her friends’ support, and again that she was so foolish to meet him out in the secluded open. It frustrated her, but having him on her tail at least meant that he would not be in front of her.

Until—

Both paths led to a dead end. Not a sign of anyone living here—no doors, no windows—only desolate walls, and intertwined pipes, and an ever-growing pile of stinking garbage, torn and sprawled out, spilling its foul contents. But she could not allow herself to be bogged down, she had to keep going. Chaewon spun around and propelled herself toward him, actually diverting to the side at the last moment, trying to get past him. Despite her speed, he managed to close in, shoving her off-balance, causing her to stumble and trip. Her knee scraped over the coarse asphalt, the burn throwing an unwelcome boulder in front of her tracks.

“What is my daughter to you that you would protect her like this?” he yelled. He hated not getting what he wanted. She stood in the way to both his daughter and her delectable body. Her defiance made his blood boil, the fierce expression she gave him roused his hardness.

As Chaewon rose to her feet, she held up her arms to fend off against his outstretched grasp, his fingers tightened around her. She twisted around to break free again. He kept snapping his claws at her, causing her flinch and step back, each strike long-winded. She tried to evade rather than block his hands, as each block of his blows and clutches either forced her to stagger backward, arms throbbing with pain, or tangled her into a struggle, the danger being pulled nearer to him.

Stepping backwards, Chaewon dodged his clutches, drawing away from his pursuit, desperately seeking for an opportunity to break off and sprint away. Seizing a chance that wasn’t truly there, she made an attempt to flee, only to have her arm yanked back. However, Chaewon was far from a helpless damsel in distress. Unable to escape his grip this time, she lunged at him, hitting him with a kick that stole his breath and loosened his hold a bit, albeit temporarily. Despite bringing the man to stumble backward with the next strike, he refused to give up his clutch on her. At the mercy of his grip, her feet barely touched the ground as she spun around, a cry echoed against the walls, before a sharp yelp escaped her lips upon crashing into a rough surface.

Pressed against the wall, Chaewon kept flailing around, her thighs swatting away his attempts to part them. Refusing to let herself be restrained, her hips swung around to evade his knee attempting to lock her legs. His attempts to grope her tits was met with the same cursory success as his hands failed to maintain their grasp. When he forced his whole body against her, enclosing her and trapping her against the wall, Chaewon mustered up every ounce of strength she could gather. With a strong push she thrust her body off the wall, pushing him away and escaping his clutches—but not for long. He steadied himself and launched at her once more, the impact sending her to the ground again. The abrupt touchdown rattled her, stealing her breath.

As Chaewon landed on her back, her bare back slid against the rough ground, across bits of refuse. The knee she had braced against him slipped, unable to stop him from crashing forcefully into her. The repugnant smell from his body caused her nose flaps to flare in revulsion, and the stench got worse when he grinned wide open, showing his fangs to her. “You fucking deserve what’s coming your way!” he shouted, his panting adding volume to his anger.

“I’m not as fragile as you think!” she screamed back.

“Go ahead, take a swing. My neck is right here,” he taunted, tilting his head back and laughing. As she swung her elbow towards his neck, the blow impacting with a thud, he did not budge. Undaunted, she struck him harder, wielding her arm like a club. Yet, his grin showed no signs of fading. With a swift motion of his fingers, the buckle of her belt snapped, and dragged her torn jeans away, exposing her thighs and ass to the sharp asphalt. Just as swiftly, his own pants were undone, freeing the grown bulge, unleashing the pent-up lust.

“Cute little girls… think they are heroes…,” he muttered to himself. He grasped those pillars, the ones marking the end to her world that he was trying to breach, drooling at the sight of her strait. Pushing them aside, he reached the boundary to escape out of the Black Sea and break into the place she guarded the most. She spewed a non plus ultra, and when faced with mere mortals, they would end their journey, forced to turn back. But this monster… Its grin reached wider and wider… “You are in for a lot of pain, girl…”

It hurt her when he did manage to force himself inside her vagina, the chafing gave her pain, but she did not let up in her struggle. She would not let herself succumb at the invasion of a monster, at the violation by a man, not easily and not ever.

“You will never…,” she groaned. It was not like she was terrified, mortified, that he managed to touch her most private parts. Chaewon would not let herself be caged and be done with her as others liked. She would push through the pain and deny him the satisfaction he craved. “…have what you wish for!”

She possessed the strength to endure the agony, she was convinced of it. Chaewon clung tightly onto the hope that she could outlast the torment. With gritted teeth, she held back the river of tears that welled within, knowing that a single day of suffering paled in comparison to the combined misery and delight of a lifetime. Until she saw the light once again, she would return hell to where it came from.

“Fuck you!” Chaewon unleashed a roar as loud as a majestic lion, her glowing red mane enveloping the sky, tracing the outline of the clouds. The will to fight persevered. With vigor, she sank her teeth into him, her head thrusting forward in a bold assault. A scream erupted from him as her teeth found their target, leaving deep marks upon his arm. Her anger was running hot, yet her breath lacked the scorching heat to cauterize the wound left behind. Another arm of his took its place in the assault, knuckles drawing across her cheeks, leaving a trail of stinging scrapes upon her skin.

Despite managing to contort her face in pain, there was still this defiance in her eyes. While her expression held an allure that captivated him, attracting him to the small face filled with intensity, it also fired a desire to wipe that expression off her face. The conflicting emotions kept him excited, the twilight between being enchanted by her delicate yet strong expression and the urge to assert his dominance over her. His thrusting was unsteady, her efforts to resist him kept throwing him off. But he relished the moments when his hands connected with her skin, leaving it red or swollen, or his hardness making its way inside of her, her walls rubbing over his glans. The satisfaction was well worth the fight, justifying every moment of struggle he had to put up with.

“I’m going to make the biggest mess in distress out of you.” He looked her up and down, audibly sucking in air through his teeth. The heavily washed blue of her jeans attire nearly white, the cut articulating her thin frame, the crop showing off her toned stomach and hinting at her sizable cleavage on such a slim body. His hands wrangled with hers to squeeze her tits. “But you’re still the best dressed bitch I ever saw.”

“You’ll see… what I’m made of,” Chaewon said. “I’m not a doll—” Globs of spittle hit her square in the face, his forceful exhalation, the first taste of his venom. Her face contorted with disgust, her nose scrunched up, she kept her lips pursed to not allow any of the vile liquid to enter her senses. It blinded her, and when she felt hindered in her ability to fight back, the wave of fear gripped her for the first time.

Exhausted from the battle against her limbs, Chaewon found herself hoisted into the air, only to be hurled back to the ground again. This time her belly hit the asphalt, causing her elbows and face to scrape against its abrasive surface. As she struggled to raise herself, his firm hand pressed against her neck, immobilizing her, and locking her to the ground, the smelly garbage right at her nose. Her legs trashed about, but unable to hit him. His knees pinned her thighs down, pressing them into the asphalt. In the midst of her distress, he thrust himself into her once more, eliciting her to grit her teeth. His weight bore into her, and as he slammed himself down, she felt overwhelmed, overpowered, like being crushed, suffocated, as if the very life was being squeezed out of her.

A piercing scream escaped from Chaewon’s lips, echoing through the walls. Her cries in despair grew louder with each reverberation, as her once unyielding control crumbled when she realized that he had lost the ability to resist him, left with only the submission to the force of his penetration. Unopposed, his thrusts intensified, he overpowered her with his raw strength, exploiting her vulnerable position.

“Your voice is kinda loud,” he said. The serpent sprawled itself over her body, engulfing her beneath him. The warmth of the sun slowly abandoned her as his repulsive heat replaced it.

“You are no fucking angel…,” he muttered. “No fucking goddess…” He would pound any semblance of uprightness out of her, smack her out of the sky with his rod. With each thrust, her body was driven into the rough asphalt, skin sore from the trail of thorns. The assault would become unbearable for her soon. “All high and mighty until you meet my cock and just gonna be my bitch.”

‘I am anti-fragile,’ she chanted in her mind, tirelessly repeated the mantra over and over again. She had to, if she were to keep herself sane, she needed to believe it. It was a lifeline she desperately clung to, her anchor of hope.

After all, even the word hopeless is not void of hope.

‘I am anti-fragile…’

Again and again.

Drops streamed down her cheeks as the relentless thrusts inflicted a sharp sting to her. His penis scraping against her walls felt agonizing, akin to tearing. “Is this how you protect my daughter…” He placed his foul mouth right at her ear. “Let me show you what I do with strong girls like you.”

He let out a deep groan every time he gathered his strength to thrust downwards, his hardness parting her walls repeatedly. Boom, boom, boom, with his heart beating he crashed himself into her. Her slim body felt so good to him when he ran his fingers across her strong back, her firm ass cheeks, the strong thighs with a mole on the left. Compared to Yunjin’s tall and curvaceous figure, Chaewon’s body felt as though her muscles were forged from steel. Despite appreciating her figure, the way it was built, and her determination did not waver yet, he harbored the same contempt for her as he did for the trash sprawled on the ground.

Chaewon’s mind was torn on whether to unleash a curse upon her best friend. It was Yunjin’s father that had brought her this pain. Had she not been friends with her, had she not thought about Yunjin when ‘handling’ him, she would never have been in this horrible situation. This fight, this struggle was not Chaewon’s choosing, yet it was brought upon her. But deep in her heart she knew that her wish to blame her friend should be forbidden. She shook her head and wailed in an attempt to rid herself of the thought.

It did not matter how much she was screaming. Even if someone had heard her plea for help, they would be scared off from how violent her screams were. She had no way to fight him anymore.

Maybe that would finally break her. Breaking points never seem too far away after a nightmare.

‘I am… anti-fragile…’

It was the hope that she hung onto that was letting her go through the torment again and again. Reliving the pain with each stab into her body anew made her remember her wrongdoings that had led her into this hell. The years of their warm friendship were short, but this day of a nightmare felt excruciatingly long. No, it was the very hope that prolonged her torture, which killed her from the inside. Her suffering was her own doing. Her inner strength enabled her to receive what she deserved in the first place.

‘I’m… anti… fragile… fragile… fragile… fragile…’

On the ground, amidst the veil of her tears, Chaewon glimpsed something in the abyss. It approached her from the darkness, a shimmering void that mirrored her own existence. Across the river that streamed from her eyes, she spotted her doppelgänger aboard a lone ferry, a vessel to escape this hell. In desperation, she reached out her hand towards herself, taking a step into the water and another, deeper, yearning for salvation. When the surface reached up to her waist, at that moment she began to pray then that she would fail, would surrender in another moment or two and let the deep have her. Imagined sinking down and down for all eternity, pressure to crush her flat and numb, to crush her so small that nothing and no one would ever have any need to harm her again. And right before she could take the leap on top, before she could relinquish her grasp on this world, the serpent of the sea emerged from the depths. It snatched her by the neck and pulled her downwards. It pressed her head down, hard into the floor, she would be forced to take its seed first before it would even contemplate her release.

‘I’m… sorry… Yunjin…’

“So much fight, all in vain,” he said, panting, as he admired the beads of perspiration running into her neck, the last glimmers of light sparkling, before diving in with his tongue. Tracing a slow and tantalizing path from her shoulder blades, he lapped up the results of her struggle, the labor of his raw power brought her to her fall. The taste filled him with satisfaction, a testament to his accomplishment.

Her screams and cries dwindled, faded into low groans, no longer resounding with the same fervor. He turned her face to meet her gaze, but her eyes, once alight with fire, now mirrored the darkened sky. Her heart lay shattered and fragmented, wrecked amidst the ruins of her hopes and determination. Her tear-soaked face looked as though someone had forcefully immersed her into the depths of water. She remained unresponsive to his attempts to shake her, even when the back of his hand struck her cheeks, she was lost in the pit of her desolation, devoid of any thread of hope to grasp and unwind. This diamond has lost its luster. “In mazes such as this… even heroes lose,” he laughed.

But he was not fully relieved yet, still deeply intoxicated with her. This small and golden apple was ripe for the tasting, the fruit that was denied to him. With brash strokes he ran his tongue across its skin, along the contorted and swollen cheeks, shivering but not flinching anymore. He savored the nectar that leaked from the garden he had brought to ruin, and the angel he had ravaged would bring him more.

He eagerly scooped up as much of the saline aroma as possible, relishing every moment as his tongue indulged in the taste, every trace and touch of her delighted him to no end. With his panting growing in volume as his penis throbbed harder and harder inside of her, his hips convulsed from the jolts of his stabbing thrusts. He clawed her and pulled her into him, leaving marks as his talons dug into her skin. Immersed in the satisfaction washing over him, he thrust into her one last time, deep to the hilt, and he shot his venom into the motionless girl, he would forever taint her and her world. Spurt after spurt, with each spasm of his whole body, his poison filled her core and spread from there.

His panting persisted until it dispersed into guttural, gargling sounds. He remained atop her, until his breath returned to him, until he could see the stars in the sky again, and for his muscles to ease their tension.

Lying sprawled among the scraps of trash, bearing his crushing weight, her legs were not stretched but spread outwards, arms extended in front of her, as if she had tried to crawl away, to break out. Her breath heavy yet ragged, uneven, slower than the pounding of her heart. Her chest shivered and trembled. The rancorous struggle had left a scar on the shade of the night, only the dimmest gleam shining through, barely illuminating her scratched and smudged skin.

He had done it again, imposing himself on someone else. But who was it that plunged her to her ruin? His own volition? The intoxication? Did his lust instigate him, or his anger? Would the beings up there save anyone of them?

Standing tall, looming over her, he lighted himself a cigarette, trusting in the qualms to quell his thoughts again. Yunjin’s mother would quickly discover that one rotten apple had spoiled the whole barrel. Merely ousting him had not been enough, and turning a blind eye to him did not protect them. Fines and punishments would not be enough.

A rational human would aspire to a more harmonious world, to bridge differences and work towards a greater good. In humanities there is the chance to learn from the past and the present, to embrace and accommodate divergences. No sane person would dare to trample over someone else’s dignity.

However, this abomination… For him, it did not matter if he realized it himself or not. Marginalized to horrible violence and degraded to repulsive vermin, subjected to emotional neglect, he was driven towards acts of despicable hatred. Such transgressions could not be overlooked, and his actions would forever condemn him. He would forever be unforgiven.

He threw the burnt stub, still glimmering, into the pile of trash and raised his head to the sky, as if looking for the next entity to judge him. He asked the silence: “Do you think I’m bad?”

His daughter, when she was little, used to caution him to be careful, make him aware, that it could start a fire, the damage it would cause to others. But she had fled, instead of stopping him, only leaving more fuel for his wrath. He shook his head. No, he would not succumb to conscience in this alley. It did not feel right for him to feel any remorse when he had been subjected to her betrayal. No longer did he want to be burdened by the weight of past grievances, both towards and by others, no longer subjugated to the morals of anyone else. He had no care for anything now and would live free of the petty tyranny of others. He had crossed too many lines to be redeemed, only one path remained for him. He would never go back. They would have to cut off his head and burn his remains to ash to end it. He would burn the bridge. ‘Burn it all…,’ his mind whispered to him. The world was his oyster. He did not have to be forgiven.

With his newly acquired possession slung over his shoulder, he strolled confidently through the secluded alleys to his car, not even one wondering eye to stop him. No curious glances or inquisitive stares to hinder him. He tossed his new “toy” onto the passenger seat before throwing himself behind the wheel.

Rummaging through her bag, he discarded anything that was of no use to him but smirked when he stumbled upon her bunch of keys. Tracing the greasy smudges on the screen to unlock her phone, he looked at the map, which would betray her home to him.

Once arrived, he lingered inside the car. Remaining seated, he lit another cigarette, disregarding the fact that there was no ashtray here. Unsure whether he strived to quench his anger or to thirst for more, he kept rummaging through her phone. The guardian angel had been defeated; he was in charge of her whole life now. Their chats, their intimate exchanges, pictures of their moments together. His fingertips glided over their faces, delicately caressing their cheeks, and tracing the contours of their lips. The pores on their skin and the sight of their puckered lips pressed together renewed the arousal in him once more. They were merely separated from his touch by a thin sheet of glass, but he no longer had to content himself with just admiring them solely on a screen.

Right here he had a fairy princess, she was so endearing bobbing up and down his cock. With her wing broken, an angel had fallen from the sky into his lap, while another one waited upstairs. Her hair was entangled with his hand, was guiding her head up and down, making sure his cock wormed its way into her throat. Her chest shook and twitched with each muffled sob. The cigarette became shorter and shorter with each huff he took, its glint kindled with each swipe of his finger.

He just flicked the burnt ashes into the air, with no regard for where they landed. There was no wind to carry the flakes far. Tiny specks appeared on the instruments, like bright freckles adorning her shoulder blades, while white dots sank in the waves of her hair.

“Save some for her,” he muttered, stopping her rhythmic movements. She had not finished satisfying him yet, but he felt sufficient contentment to follow his lust for vengeance, savoring each and every drop of it. His hardness would perpetuate this cycle of their pain and his pleasure, repeating it time and again. However, he was nearing his climax, so perhaps—

He put out the cigarette, just splashing it down wherever his elbow went, smugness spreading on his cheeks. He reveled in the strained shriek that filled his ears, in the runny drops that started to drip onto his thighs as he filled her throat with rope after rope of his come. The small mouth quaking and quivering around his glans gave him the satisfaction he wanted. The viscous liquid made her choke and cough, and as it got pushed up to her nose, she snorted out some of it. He kept twisting and turning the stump on her sore skin to make his point, how the anger she had aroused would burn her, how it felt to pour gasoline on fire.

With his toy in hand, veiled in the darkness, he dragged it behind him as he made his way to her place. To his beloved daughter, someone he had not seen for a long time, yet when he returned, she had greeted him by spitting upon his face. It seemed that anyone he showed kindness to mirror this behavior. Not caring to mask his presence, he rose the stairs with heavy stomps, the thuds well audible through the rooms beyond, certain to wake its occupants and haunt them.

His daughter had made a big mistake. He drew his tongue over his lips, then proceeded to open the door and enter as though it was his personal place, one hand moving to his zipper already.

A too-familiar wail of terror slammed the door shut.

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Do not accuse people of any orientation or use it as an excuse. You can’t hug away mental issues away. This is fiction. Every human is different.

Do not let him impart any tiniest glint of his thoughts onto your mind.

More A/N: It’s fucking annoying to write a character without a name (previous parts were xReader).

Notable credits / quotes:

“Andromeda Among the Stones” by Caitlín R. Kiernan (2003) First appeared in J. K. Potter’s Embrace the Mutation, edited by William Schafer and Bill Sheehan (Subterranean Press: Burton, Michigan).

“Faust, Part One” by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1808)

“rage on against the dying light” by mysterytwin (2017)

I don’t think I need to credit LE SSERAFIM stuff, lol.