Sgooners

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You wake up to nothing.

No sound, no obvious reason. Just that animal-brain instinct that something is off.

Your room is dark. The only light comes from your phone charging on the nightstand, a faint glow that barely illuminates anything. You blink, disoriented, trying to figure out what woke you—

There's someone in your doorway.

Your heart drops into your stomach.

A figure, standing completely still. Just stanced up in the darkness like something out of a horror movie, silhouetted against the dim hallway light. Tall, slender, and unmoving.

You make a sound. Not words, just a confused grunt, and you're starting to sit up when the figure moves.

Fast.

She launches herself at you, (you barely have time to register it's a she), before the weight hits you, knocking you back down into the mattress. Hands grab your shirt, yank you upward, and then there's a fist connecting with your face.

Pain explodes across your cheek. Your head snaps to the side.

"You piece of shit—"

Another hit. This one catches your jaw and you taste copper, feel your teeth cut into the inside of your mouth. You're still trying to process what the fuck is happening when she hits you again, and this time survival instinct kicks in.

You shove. Hard. Catch her off-balance and she stumbles back off the bed, and in the split second of space you scramble up, hands raised.

The hallway light is just bright enough now that you can see her face.

Holy shit.

"Yunjin??"

"Yeah." She steadies herself, and even in the darkness you can feel the fury radiating off her. "Surprise, asshole."

This isn't real. This can't be real. You're still asleep, having some fucked up nightmare brought on by all those death threats—

She comes at you again and you dodge, barely, feeling her fist whistle past your ear. Your back hits the wall. She's fast, faster than you expected, and she's aiming for your face again but you duck and her knuckles crack against the wall behind you.

She swears—in English, then Korean—and you use the opening to shove past her, trying to get to the door, but she grabs the back of your shirt and yanks. You go down hard, knees hitting the floor, and then she's on top of you, trying to pin you down.

"You fucking—stay still—"

"Get off me you stupid—" You twist, manage to throw her off-balance enough to roll, and suddenly you're the one on top, straddling her, and you grab her wrists to stop her from hitting you again.

She bucks. Hard. Almost throws you off, and you have to use your weight to keep her pinned. But she's strong, core tight from years of dancing, and she's gets a leg up between you and kicks. 

You go flying backward, hit your dresser, and the impact knocks the air out of your lungs.

Can’t breathe. Can’t think. Just scramble to your feet as she gets up too, and you’re both standing there in your bedroom, breathing hard, and this is insane. This is fucking insane.

“How did you—”

“Shut up.” She spits blood—you must have gotten her mouth at some point—and wipes her lips with the back of her hand. “You’ve been running your mouth all night. Thought you were safe, huh? Thought you could just say whatever the fuck you wanted?”

“It’s just—it’s just Twitter—”

“Just Twitter?” She laughs, but there’s no humor in it. “You’ve been doing this for months. Every performance, every interview, every goddamn thing we do, you’re there talking shit. Making up lies. Calling me—”

She comes at you again and this time you’re ready. You catch her arm, use her momentum to swing her around, and she slams into the wall. Not hard enough to really hurt, but enough to stun her for a second.

You should run. You should be running right now, getting the hell out of your apartment, calling the cops—

But you don’t.

“You can’t just break into someone’s house—”

“Watch me.” She pushes off the wall, grabs you by the collar, and this time when she punches you, you feel something in your nose crack.

Blood. Immediate and hot, pouring down your face, and the pain is blinding. You swing wildly, more instinct than aim, and connect with something soft. She makes a sound—hurt or surprised, you can’t tell—and her grip loosens.

You shove her. She stumbles backward, trips over something on your floor, and goes down. You’re on her immediately, pinning her shoulders, and for a second you think you’ve won—

Then she gets her legs up, wraps them around your waist, and flips you.

You land hard on your back, all the air driven out of your lungs again, and then she’s straddling you. Sitting on your stomach, weight pressing down, and when you try to buck her off she leans forward, plants her hands on your chest, and puts all her weight on you.

Can’t move. Can’t breathe properly with her pressing down on your ribs.

“Fucking stay—” She’s breathing hard, hair falling out of its ponytail, and there’s blood on her mouth. Her lip is split. There’s a bruise forming on her cheek where you must have caught her. “Stay down.”

You try to buck again. Can’t. She’s got you pinned completely, thighs tight around your sides, and every time you try to move she just presses down harder.

Both of you are fucked up. Your nose is definitely broken, blood still pouring down your face, and your cheek is swelling where she hit you first. Your ribs ache. Your jaw throbs. There’s blood in your mouth, on your shirt, dripping onto the floor.

She’s not much better. Split lip still bleeding, bruise darkening on her face, and when she shifts her weight you see her wince. You must have gotten her ribs or stomach at some point.

For a long moment you just stare at each other, both trying to catch your breath, and the adrenaline is starting to fade enough that reality is setting in.

Huh Yunjin. From Le Sserafim. Is sitting on top of you. In your bedroom. At three in the morning.

After beating the shit out of you.

“Worth it?” she asks, and her voice is rough. “Was it worth it? All that shit you said?”

You should apologize. Should beg her not to call the cops, not to press charges, should do literally anything except what you actually do.

“I mean,” you say, and you can hear how nasal your voice sounds with your broken nose, “I wasn’t wrong about the high notes.”

Her eyes widen. Then narrow.

“Are you fucking serious right now?”

“Just saying. The criticism was valid—”

She punches you again. Not hard—she’s tired, you can tell—but enough that your head snaps to the side and fresh pain blooms across your already-fucked face.

“You never learn, do you?” She’s leaning over you now, face close to yours, and you can smell her—sweat and perfume and copper from the blood. “You just can’t shut the fuck up.”

“It’s a personality flaw,” you mutter.

She shifts her weight, adjusting her position, pressing down harder to make sure you stay pinned, and—

Oh.

Oh no.

Your body has apparently decided that this—getting beaten up by a K-pop idol who broke into your apartment—is somehow sexual. Because you’re getting hard. Right now. With her sitting directly on your lap.

Please no. Not now. Not—

She freezes.

Felt it. She definitely felt it.

Her eyes widen, then drop down to where she’s sitting on you. Back up to your face.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?”

“It’s not—” You start, but you’ve got nothing. No excuse. Your body has betrayed you in the most mortifying way possible.

She stares at you for a long moment. Then she shifts her hips deliberately, grinding down once, and the pressure makes you gasp despite yourself.

“Oh my god.” A laugh escapes her, disbelief mixing with something else. “You’re actually hard right now. I just beat the shit out of you and you’re—”

“It’s not on purpose—”

“Doesn’t matter.” She grinds down again, watching your face, and you can’t help the way your hips twitch up involuntarily. “This is what gets you off? Getting your ass kicked?”

“No, I—fuck—” You try to buck her off but it just creates more friction and you both feel it. “It’s just adrenaline or—”

“Adrenaline.” She’s smirking now, despite the split lip, despite the blood. “Sure. That’s why you’re getting harder.”

She's not wrong. You are. And she’s still sitting right on it, can feel every time it twitches, and the humiliation is somehow making it worse.

“So here’s what’s going to happen.” She leans back, hands still planted on your chest, and the shift in angle presses her directly against you. “You’ve been running your mouth for months. Talking shit, acting tough behind a screen.”

“That’s not—”

“Shut up.” She presses down harder and your breath catches. “You’re going to shut the fuck up for once and let me talk.”

You close your mouth.

“Good boy.” The words are mocking, but there’s an edge to them now. “You wanted my attention so bad? You’ve got it. But I’m in charge now.”

Your heart is pounding. You can’t tell if it’s fear or something else.

“Here’s the deal.” She shifts her weight again, a slow roll of her hips that has you biting back a sound. “I came here to beat some sense into you. Clearly that didn’t work, since you still can’t shut up.”

“I mean, the high notes really were—”

She puts her hand over your mouth. Presses down.

“Stop. Talking.” Her other hand slides down your chest, over your stomach, and stops at the waistband of your sweatpants. “Since violence didn’t teach you a lesson, let’s try something else.”

Your eyes widen.

“What, scared now?” She’s not smiling, but there’s something sharp in her expression. “You talk so much shit online. Let’s see if you can back it up in person.”

She takes her hand off your mouth.

“This is insane, you broke into my fucking ho—"

“And you spent months harassing me online.” Her fingers slip under your waistband. Not moving yet, just resting there. “So we’re both doing insane shit tonight. Difference is, I’m the one on top.”

You should be protesting. Should be pushing her off, getting away, anything but lying here while she—

Her hand wraps around your cock.

“Fuck—” The word escapes before you can stop it.

“See? You can say something other than criticism.” She strokes once, slow, and your hips jerk up despite yourself. “Hard as fuck too. This really does it for you, huh?”

“It’s not—” But you can’t finish the sentence because she’s stroking you properly now, hand moving in steady pumps, and it’s been so long since anyone else’s hand—

“Not what?” She tilts her head, watching your face with that same intense focus she had while hitting you. “Not turning you on? Because your cock is saying different.”

You bite your lip, trying not to react, but she sees it. Sees the way your breath is coming faster, the way you can’t quite control your hips, and she laughs.

“This is perfect.” She lets go—you actually make a disappointed sound—and sits up properly. “You know what? I came here pissed. Wanted to make you hurt.”

She reaches down, grabs the hem of her shirt.

“But this?” She pulls it over her head, tosses it aside. Black sports bra underneath, and even bruised and bloody she’s—fuck. “This is better.”

You’re staring. Can’t help it. Her abs are visible even in the dim light, definition from years of training, and there’s a bruise forming on her ribs where you must have gotten her. Somehow that makes it hotter, proof of the fight, proof this is real, not just some weird wet-dream—

“Eyes up here.” She snaps her fingers. You meet her gaze. “Here’s how this is going to work. I’m going to fuck you. You’re going to take it. And maybe—maybe—if you’re good, if you shut the fuck up for once, I’ll let you cum.”

“You can’t just—”

“I can.” She reaches for your sweatpants, starts pulling them down. You lift your hips automatically and she notices, smirks. “See? You want this.”

She’s not wrong.

Your cock springs free when she gets your pants down to your thighs, and the way she looks at it—assessing, considering—makes you throb.

“Not bad,” she says, like she’s commenting on the weather. Then her hand is back on you, stroking firm and steady, and you can’t stop the groan that escapes.

“That’s better.” She shifts forward, still straddling you but positioned differently now, and uses her free hand to push up her own shorts. No panties underneath. You catch a glimpse—she’s already wet. 

“Like what you see?” She’s watching you watch her, and when she runs a finger through her folds, coating it in wetness, you actually whimper. “Yeah. You do.”

She brings that finger to your mouth.

“Open.”

You do. She slides her finger between your lips and the taste hits your tongue—salt and something sweet and undeniably her. You close your lips around it automatically, sucking, and her eyes darken a little.

“Fuck,” she mutters. “Okay. Okay, here’s—”

She pulls her finger out, positions herself properly over you, and—

“Wait—” You manage to get out. “Are we really—”

“Damn fucking right we are.” She’s already lining you up, tip pressed right against her entrance. “I’m not stopping now.”

“This is a stupid—”

“So is harassing someone online until they break into your house.” She sinks down.

Just the tip at first. The heat of her is overwhelming, tight and wet and perfect, and you both make sounds—her a sharp inhale, you something closer to a whine.

“Fuck, you’re—” She adjusts her angle, sinks down another inch. “—bigger than you look.”

“Is that a compliment or—”

She drops all the way down.

The sensation of being completely inside her hits you both. She gasps, head falling back, and you can’t breathe, can’t think, can only feel how tight she is, how wet, how she’s clenching around you like her body is trying to pull you deeper even though there’s nowhere left to go.

“Oh fuck,” she breathes. “Okay. Okay, this is—”

She lifts her hips. Drops back down. Finds a rhythm.

You’re inside Yunjin.

That thought keeps trying to surface through the haze of sensation, but she doesn’t give you time to process it. She starts riding you immediately, no warm-up, just lifts her hips and drops back down in a rhythm that’s confident and deliberate.

“Fuck—” You grab her hips instinctively and she slaps your hands away.

“No touching.” She pins your wrists above your head with one hand. Stronger than she looks, and you’re still weak from the fight. “You don’t get to touch until you earn it.”

“That’s not—ah—” She clenches around you mid-sentence and your words dissolve into a groan.

“What was that?” She’s smirking, bouncing on your cock with steady rolls of her hips. “Couldn’t hear you over all that moaning.”

“I wasn’t—” But she does it again, drops down hard and grinds, and yeah, you’re definitely moaning.

“That’s what I thought.” She releases your wrists but the warning is clear. “Keep your hands to yourself.”

You grip the sheets instead, knuckles white, because watching her ride you is going to make you cum embarrassingly fast. Her tits bouncing in that sports bra with each drop, abs flexing as she moves, the way her face is flushed despite the cool confidence in her voice—

“Still think my performances are shit?” She punctuates the question with a hard drop that has your cock hitting deep. “Still think I can’t deliver?”

“That’s—that’s not the same—”

“Not what?” Another bounce. The wet sound of her pussy taking your cock fills the room. “Not the same as singing? You’re right. This is better.”

She’s soaking wet. You can feel it dripping down your balls, coating your thighs, and the slick sounds are obscene. Each time she drops down there’s a squelch that should be embarrassing but just makes you harder.

“God, you’re so wet,” you manage.

“Yeah, and?” She doesn’t slow down. “Beating your ass got me worked up. This is just—fuck—convenient.”

“Convenient,” you repeat, and even now you can’t help yourself. “Sure. That’s why you’re riding me like you’re trying to break my—”

She slams down hard enough that your back arches off the floor.

“Like what?” Her voice is dangerous. “Finish that sentence.”

You don’t. Can’t. She’s clenching around you rhythmically now, and combined with the riding it’s too much.

“That’s what I thought.” She leans forward, hands on your chest, and the angle change makes you hit even deeper. “You’re all talk. Can’t back it up.”

That pisses you off more than it should.

“I’m not the one who—” You grab her hips despite the warning, pull her down as you thrust up, and she gasps. “—who broke into someone’s house because of mean tweets.”

“You—” She tries to slap your hands away but you hold on, matching her rhythm with your own thrusts. “Let go—”

“Make me.”

Wrong thing to say. She immediately adjusts, plants her feet flat on the floor, and starts really riding you—hard, fast drops that have your cock slamming into her, and you can’t hold on. Can’t do anything but grip her hips and take it.

“Fuck—oh fuck—” Your voice breaks.

“Yeah, not so talkative now, are you?” But her voice is breathy too. She’s getting close, you can feel it in how she’s tightening, how her rhythm is getting erratic. “Gonna cum already? That fast?”

“No—” Lie. You’re absolutely about to cum. Your balls are tight, pressure building at the base of your spine, and every time she drops down on you it gets worse.

“You are.” She grinds down, circles her hips, and you can feel every inch of her wrapped around you. “I can feel it. Your cock is throbbing.”

“So is your pussy,” you shoot back, and her eyes flash.

“Shut—ah—shut up—”

“That the best you got?” You don’t know why you’re still talking. Some self-destructive part of your brain that won’t let you just take it. “Thought idols had stamina. You’re already—fuck—”

She cuts you off by riding you harder. Faster. Her thighs are shaking with the effort but she doesn’t stop, just keeps bouncing on your cock with wet slaps that echo in the room.

“Still talking?” She’s panting now, sweat dripping down her neck, her stomach. “Let’s see—see if you can talk with your mouth full.”

She leans down and kisses you.

It’s not romantic. Still tastes like copper from both your split lips, mixing with spit, and it’s more teeth than anything else. But it shuts you up effectively, and she takes advantage—speeds up even more, chasing her own orgasm while kissing you hard enough to bruise.

You’re not going to last. Can’t last. The pressure is too much, building and building, and your thighs are tensing, hips trying to thrust up but she’s got you pinned with her weight.

“Don’t you dare,” she mutters against your mouth, like she can feel how close you are. “Don’t you fucking—”

Too late.

Your orgasm hits and it’s overwhelming, starts at the base of your spine and explodes outward. Your cock pulses inside her, once, twice, pumping cum deep into her tight pussy, and you’re groaning into her mouth, hands gripping her hips so hard you’re definitely leaving bruises.

She doesn’t stop moving. Keeps riding you through it, rolling her hips to milk every pulse, every spurt, and you can feel it—feel yourself emptying into her, so much cum that it’s already leaking out around your cock, dripping down your balls.

“There it is,” she mutters, breaking the kiss. “Fucking finally.”

But she’s still going. Still bouncing on your cock even as it starts to soften, oversensitive and almost painful, because she hasn’t finished yet. Her hand slides between your bodies, fingers finding her clit, and she rubs quick circles while your cum squelches out with each movement.

“Wait—too much—” You’re squirming now, the overstimulation making your nerves scream, but she doesn’t stop.

“Deal with it.” She sits up properly, really working her clit now. “Not done yet—fuck—almost—”

You grab her thighs—fuck the rules at this point—and help, pulling her down each time even though it hurts, and the wet sounds are even louder now. Your cum mixed with her wetness, coating everything, making a mess on your stomach, the floor.

“Fuck, look at you,” you manage, voice wrecked. “Taking my cum and still—still—”

“Shut up, I’m close—” Her fingers move faster, more desperate. “Shut up, shut up—”

She cums with her head thrown back, a sharp gasp that turns into a moan, and her pussy clamps down so tight on your sensitive cock that you actually whimper. You feel her pulsing, clenching rhythmically, and more wetness floods out—hers mixing with yours, running down your thighs in warm rivulets.

Her whole body shudders through it. Thighs trembling on either side of you, abs clenching, and she’s making these small desperate sounds that she probably doesn’t realize she’s making.

When she finally stops moving, you’re both gasping for air. Again.

---

She collapses forward onto your chest, and you can feel your cum leaking out of her, dripping down onto your stomach in warm streaks. Neither of you move for a long moment, just breathing hard, and you can see everything from this angle—her pussy still stretched around your softening cock, the creamy white mess where you're connected, how her thighs are shaking.

"You came so much," she mutters, and you can hear the disbelief in her voice.

"Yeah, well—" You shift slightly and more leaks out. "Your fault."

She lifts her head to glare at you, and even fucked out and messy she's gorgeous. Sweaty hair stuck to her forehead, lips swollen from kissing, that bruise on her cheek somehow making her hotter.

"My fault? You're the one who—"

"Who got broken into and assaulted?" You can't help yourself. "Yeah. Terrible person, that's me."

Her eyes narrow. "You're still talking shit."

"It's what I do."

She tries to slap you. You catch her wrist, and suddenly you're wrestling again—weaker this time, exhausted and slippery with sweat and cum, but she's trying to pin you and you're not letting her.

You get a leg up, use the leverage to flip her.

She yelps as her back hits the floor, and then you're on top of her, pinning her wrists, and the position change makes your cock slip out completely. More cum spills out of her pussy, thick and white against her thighs, and you can't stop staring at it.

"My turn," you say.

"You can't even—you already came—"

She's right. You're soft, spent, but watching her underneath you like this—hair spread out on the floor, tits heaving as she catches her breath, your cum literally leaking out of her pussy—your body is apparently capable of rallying faster than expected.

"Give me a minute," you mutter, and you lean down to kiss her neck, her collarbone, working your way down.

"What are you—"

You kiss her tits through the sports bra, then lower, down her stomach. She's so sweaty you can taste salt on her skin, and there are bruises forming where you grabbed her earlier. 

When you reach her thighs, you can see the mess up close. Your cum dripping out of her swollen pussy, coating her inner thighs, and without thinking you lean in and lick a stripe up her thigh, tasting yourself mixed with her.

"Oh my god—" Her hips jerk. "What the fuck—"

"Cleaning up my mess," you say, and do it again on the other thigh.

"That's—you're—" She can't seem to finish a sentence, just watches as you lick your own cum off her skin, and her pussy clenches, pushing out more.

By the time you've cleaned her thighs, you're half-hard again. And she notices.

"Seriously?" She props herself up on her elbows to look at you. "Already?"

"Told you to give me a minute." You grab her hips, flip her over onto her stomach. "Hands and knees."

"Bossy now?" But she gets up, positions herself on all fours, and the view—fuck. Her ass in the air, pussy swollen and used and still leaking your cum, and when she looks back at you over her shoulder there's a challenge in her eyes.

"You gonna just stare or—"

You line yourself up and push back in.

She's so wet from the cum and her own arousal that you slide in easily despite being only half-hard, and the sight of your cock disappearing into her used pussy makes you throb. You can see everything from this angle—how stretched she is, the white ring of cum forming at the base as you bottom out, the way her ass looks pressed against your hips.

"Fuck—" She drops her head down, elbows on the floor. "So full—still so full of your cum—"

"Yeah?" You pull out slowly, watching your cock emerge coated in white, then push back in. "You like that? Like being full of my cum?"

"Shut up—" But her pussy clenches around you.

You start moving properly, finding a rhythm, and it's messy. Each thrust makes wet squelching sounds, cum being pushed deeper or forced out to drip down her thighs, and your hands are gripping her ass, fingers digging into the muscle.

"This what you wanted?" You're breathing hard, exhausted but can't stop. "Wanted to put me in my place?"

"You're still—ah—still talking—"

"Yeah, and you're still taking my cock." You slap her ass—not hard, you're both too tired for that—but enough to make it jiggle, to leave a red print. "So who really won here?"

She laughs, breathless and surprised. "You're unbelievable."

"You broke into my house."

"You harassed me for months."

"You're riding my dick anyway."

"Fuck you."

"You are," you point out, and thrust harder to emphasize it.

She moans, loud and unrestrained now, and you can see her face turned to the side, eyes closed, mouth open. She's close again—you can feel it in how she's tightening, how her back is arching to take you deeper.

"Touch yourself," you tell her. "Make yourself cum on my cock."

She does, hand sliding between her legs to rub her clit, and the added pressure makes her pussy clench even tighter around you.

"Fuck—fuck, I'm gonna—"

"Do it." You're close too, somehow, despite having just came. "Cum for me."

She does. Her whole body goes rigid, a sharp cry escaping her, and you feel her pussy spasm around your cock, trying to milk you even though there's probably nothing left. You keep thrusting through it, drawing it out, watching her fall apart.

You don't cum again—can't, you're completely spent—but you keep going until she's pushing back at you weakly, oversensitive.

When you pull out, the sight is obscene. Her pussy is gaping slightly, cum pouring out in thick streams, coating everything, and her legs are shaking so bad she collapses flat on the floor.

You collapse next to her. Neither of you move for a long moment.

"Okay," she says finally, voice hoarse. "Okay, that was—"

"Yeah."

She sits up slowly, wincing, and you watch as she tries to find her clothes. Her shorts are soaked through with cum and sweat, but she pulls them on anyway, then her shirt.

"I'm gonna feel this for days," she mutters.

"Good."

She looks at you, and despite everything—the fight, the mess, the insanity of it all—she's almost smiling.

"If you keep tweeting," she says, heading for the door, "I'm coming back."

"Promise?"

She doesn't answer. Just leaves, and you hear your front door close.

You lie there on your bedroom floor, covered in sweat and cum and completely destroyed, and grab your phone.

847 notifications.

You open Twitter, look at your drafts, and close the app.

Maybe you'll give it a rest for tonight. 

Then again… you are free tomorrow.

~~~

The moans grew louder, more desperate. You could hear the faint rustle of sheets, the sound of her hand moving between her legs. She’s thinking about him, you realized with a pang of jealousy you couldn’t explain. Your dad. The thought of her touching herself while remembering him sent a jolt of heat through you, irrational and consuming.

Without thinking, you set the glass down and moved toward her room. The door was slightly ajar, moonlight spilling across the floor. You pushed it open, your heart pounding in your chest, and there she was. Jisoo, lying on the bed, her body arching as she pleasured herself. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted as she gasped his name. “Your father…” she whispered, her voice breaking.

Something inside you snapped. “Jisoo,” you said, your voice low but firm.

Her eyes flew open, and she froze, her hand still between her thighs. “W-what are you doing here?” she stammered, pulling the sheets up to cover herself. Her face flushed with embarrassment, but there was something else in her eyes—something you couldn’t quite place. “Go back to your room. Now.”

But you didn’t move. Instead, you stepped closer, your legs carrying you to the edge of the bed before you could stop them. “I heard you,” you said, your voice rough with emotion. “I heard you calling for him.”

Her breath hitched, and she looked away, her cheeks burning. “It’s not what you think,” she whispered, but the lie was obvious in her trembling voice.

You reached out, your fingers brushing against her cheek, and she flinched. “Jisoo,” you murmured, leaning in. “You don’t have to be alone.”

Her eyes met yours, wide and uncertain, and for a moment, you thought she might push you away. But then, something shifted. Her hand moved to your wrist, her grip tentative but not insistent. “This is wrong,” she breathed, her voice barely audible.

“Do you want me to stop?” you asked, your lips inches from hers.

She hesitated, her gaze flickering to your mouth. And then, without a word, she closed the distance between you, her lips brushing against yours in a kiss so soft it almost felt like a dream. You froze, your heart racing, but then she deepened the kiss, her hands tangling in your hair as she pulled you closer.

The taste of her was intoxicating—sweet and desperate, like she’d been holding back for far too long. You kissed her back with equal fervor, your hands sliding down her body to grip her hips. She moaned into your mouth, her body arching against yours, and you could feel the heat radiating from her even through the sheets.

“Jisoo,” you murmured against her lips, your voice husky with need. “Let me take care of you.”

She hesitated for a moment, her eyes searching yours, before nodding slowly. “Okay,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “But… be gentle.”

You nodded, your heart pounding as you peeled back the sheets, revealing her body in all its glory. Her skin glowed in the moonlight, her curves soft and inviting. She was perfect—so perfect it almost hurt to look at her.

You started with her lips, kissing her slowly and deeply, your hands exploring every inch of her body. She moaned softly, her fingers threading through your hair as you trailed kisses down her neck, nibbling gently at the sensitive skin. She tasted like salt and something sweet, like the scent of her perfume mingling with her natural musk.

“You’re so beautiful,” you murmured against her skin, your breath hot against her collarbone.

She shivered, her hands tightening in your hair. “I missed this,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “I missed… being touched.”

“I’ll touch you,” you promised, your lips moving lower, down her stomach, until you reached the apex of her thighs. She tensed as you kissed her there, her breath hitching as you licked a slow, deliberate stripe up her folds. She tasted like heaven—sweet and musky, with a hint of salt that made your head spin.

“Oh, God,” she gasped, her hips jerking as you licked her again. “That’s… that’s so good.”

You didn’t respond, too focused on the task at hand. You licked and sucked at her clit, your fingers slipping inside her as you worked her body into a frenzy. She moaned loudly, her hands gripping the sheets as her hips bucked against your mouth. You could feel her getting closer, her body tightening as her moans grew more desperate.

“I’m… I’m going to—” she started, but you cut her off with a deep, hungry lick that sent her over the edge. She cried out, her body convulsing as her orgasm ripped through her, her juices coating your tongue. You didn’t stop, licking and sucking until her moans turned to whimpers, her body trembling with pleasure.

When she finally came down, she was panting, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “That was… incredible,” she breathed, her voice shaky.

You crawled back up her body, kissing her softly. “You’re incredible,” you murmured, your hands sliding up her thighs. “Let me show you how much I adore you.”

She hesitated, her eyes searching yours, before nodding slowly. “Okay,” she whispered, a shy smile playing on her lips. “But… go slow.”

You nodded, your heart racing as you positioned yourself between her legs. “Whatever you want,” you promised, your voice low and husky.

She reached up, her fingers brushing against your cheek. “I want you,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “But… I’m scared.”

“You don’t have to be scared,” you murmured, leaning down to kiss her softly. “I’ll take care of you.”

She nodded, her eyes closing as you slowly entered her. She was tight, her body clenching around you as you pushed inside. She gasped, her nails digging into your back, but she didn’t tell you to stop. Instead, she wrapped her legs around your hips, pulling you deeper.

“Move,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need.

You obliged, slowly thrusting into her, your movements gentle and deliberate. She moaned softly, her body arching against yours as you set a slow, steady rhythm. It was unlike anything you’d ever experienced—the way her body felt around you, the way she moved with you, the way she looked at you like you were the only thing that mattered.

“Jisoo,” you murmured, your voice rough with emotion. “You feel… amazing.”

She didn’t respond, too lost in the moment to speak. Her hands moved to your shoulders, pulling you closer as her moans grew louder. You could feel her getting closer again, her body tightening around you as her breath quickened. You picked up the pace, your thrusts becoming more urgent, more desperate.

“I’m close,” she gasped, her nails digging into your skin. “Don’t stop.”

You didn’t, your hands gripping her hips as you drove into her again and again. She cried out, her body convulsing as she came undone beneath you. You followed her over the edge, your release hitting you like a tidal wave, your body shuddering with pleasure as you spilled inside her.

For a moment, neither of you moved, the only sound in the room your ragged breathing. And then, she reached up, her fingers brushing against your cheek. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice soft and tender.

“Are you okay?” you asked, your voice filled with concern.

She nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. “I’m… better than okay,” she admitted, her eyes shining with something you couldn’t quite place. “But… what happens now?”

You hesitated, your mind racing with possibilities. “What do you want to happen?” you asked, your voice low and husky.

She didn’t answer immediately, her gaze flickering to your mouth. “I… I don’t know,” she admitted, her voice trembling. “But… I don’t want this to end.”

The room was still thick with the scent of your shared passion, the air heavy with unspoken desires. Jisoo’s fingers traced lazy patterns on your chest, her head resting against your shoulder. Her breath was warm, her body still flush against yours. You could feel the rapid beat of her heart, a mirror to your own.

“There’s… something I need to tell you,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

You shifted slightly, propping yourself up on your elbow to look down at her. Her eyes were dark, filled with a mix of fear and longing. “What is it?” you asked, your voice soft, encouraging.

She hesitated, her lower lip trembling as she struggled to find the words. “I… I’ve had these… thoughts. Fantasies. For a long time now. Even before… before your father passed.” Her cheeks flushed a deep red, and she glanced away, unable to meet your gaze.

Your heart pounded in your chest, a mix of curiosity and arousal stirring within you. “What kind of fantasies?” you asked, your voice low, almost a growl.

She swallowed hard, her fingers twisting in the sheets. “I… I’ve imagined… us. Together. Like this. But… more. Much more.” Her voice was barely audible, but the words sent a jolt of electricity through you.

“Tell me,” you urged, your hand reaching up to gently tilt her chin, forcing her to look at you. “I want to know everything.”

Her breath hitched, and for a moment, she looked like she might pull away. But then, her eyes met yours, and you saw the raw need burning within her. “I’ve thought about… you dominating me. Taking control. Making me yours.” Her voice trembled, but there was a hunger in her words that made your blood heat.

“Jisoo…” you murmured, your hand moving to caress her cheek. “Is that what you want? For me to take control?”

She nodded, her eyes wide, almost pleading. “Yes. I’ve… I’ve never been able to admit it before. But with you… I feel safe. I feel like I can finally… let go.”

Your heart swelled with a mix of emotions—desire, protectiveness, and something deeper, something you couldn’t quite name. “Then let go,” you whispered, your lips brushing against hers. “Let me take care of you.”

She moaned softly, her body arching into yours as your lips met in a searing kiss. Her hands tangled in your hair, pulling you closer, her tongue darting out to meet yours in a passionate dance. The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent, more demanding.

When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless, your bodies pressed tightly together. Jisoo’s eyes were dark with desire, her lips swollen from your kiss. “Please,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need. “I need you.”

You nodded, your own desire burning brightly within you. “Turn over,” you commanded, your voice firm but gentle.

She hesitated for a moment, her eyes searching yours for reassurance. When she saw the determination in your gaze, she slowly turned onto her stomach, her body trembling with anticipation.

You straddled her hips, your hands moving to massage her shoulders, feeling the tension melt away under your touch. Your lips found the nape of her neck, trailing soft kisses along her sensitive skin. She moaned softly, her body arching into your touch.

“You’re so beautiful,” you murmured, your hands moving down her back, tracing the curve of her spine. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

Her breath hitched, and she turned her head to look at you over her shoulder. “Then take me,” she whispered, her voice filled with need. “Make me yours.”

Your heart pounded in your chest, and you nodded, your hands moving to grip her hips. You positioned yourself at her entrance, feeling her wetness coating your length. Slowly, you pushed forward, inch by inch, until you were fully sheathed within her.

Jisoo gasped, her body tensing for a moment before she relaxed, her back arching as she pushed back against you. “Yes,” she moaned, her voice filled with pleasure. “More.”

You began to move, slowly at first, savoring the feel of her tight warmth enveloping you. Her moans grew louder, her body writhing beneath you as you set a steady rhythm. Your hands moved to grip her hips, holding her in place as you thrust into her, each movement driving you both closer to the edge.

“You feel so good,” you groaned, your hands moving to her ass, squeezing the soft flesh. “So fucking perfect.”

Jisoo moaned, her head falling forward as she pushed back against you, meeting your thrusts with equal fervor. “Harder,” she begged, her voice trembling with need. “Please, harder.”

Her words sent a surge of desire through you, and you complied, your thrusts becoming harder, more intense. The sound of skin against skin filled the room, mingling with her sweet moans and your own groans of pleasure.

You reached around her, your hand finding her clit, your fingers circling the sensitive nub. She cried out, her body tensing as you pressed against her sweet spot. “Oh god,” she moaned, her hips bucking against you. “I’m so close.”

“Come for me,” you growled, your fingers working her clit as your thrusts became even more erratic. “Let go, Jisoo. Let me feel you.”

She cried out, her body trembling as her orgasm washed over her. Her inner walls clenched around you, milking your length as she rode out the waves of pleasure. You groaned, your own release building as you continued to thrust into her, driving her higher and higher.

When she finally came down from her high, her body went limp, her breathing ragged. You pulled out, your own need still burning within you. You flipped her over, her eyes wide with surprise as you positioned yourself between her legs.

“I’m not done with you yet,” you growled, your lips crashing down on hers in a searing kiss. She moaned into your mouth, her hands tangling in your hair as you pushed back into her, your thrusts hard and demanding.

Her legs wrapped around your waist, pulling you deeper as she met your thrusts with equal intensity. The room was filled with the sounds of your passion, the air thick with the scent of your desire.

“Yes,” she moaned, her nails digging into your back. “Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”

You groaned, your hips slamming into hers as you felt your release building. “Jisoo,” you groaned, your voice filled with need. “I’m going to come.”

“Yes,” she moaned, her body trembling with anticipation. “Inside me. Please.”

Her words were all the encouragement you needed, and with a final thrust, you came, hot and hard, filling her with your release. She cried out, her own orgasm crashing over her as she clenched around you, milking every last drop from you.

When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless, your bodies glistening with sweat. You collapsed beside her, pulling her into your arms as you both tried to catch your breath.

“That was…” she began, her voice trailing off as she tried to find the words.

“Amazing?” you supplied, a smirk playing on your lips.

She giggled, a sound that made your heart swell. “Yes,” she admitted, her eyes shining with happiness. “Amazing.”

You smiled, pulling her closer as you pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. “We have a lot to figure out,” you murmured, your voice filled with affection.

She nodded, her eyes meeting yours. “But we’ll figure it out together,” she whispered, her voice filled with determination.

You nodded, your heart swelling with a mix of emotions. Together. That word had never sounded so right.

But before you could respond, she leaned in, her lips brushing against yours in a soft kiss. “There’s more I want to show you,” she murmured, her voice filled with a mix of desire and curiosity. “Will you… will you let me?”

Your heart pounded in your chest, and you nodded, your eyes locked with hers. “Show me everything,” you whispered, your voice filled with need.

She smiled, a wicked glint in her eyes, as she leaned in, her lips brushing against your ear. “Then let’s not waste any more time,” she murmured, her voice filled with a mix of excitement and desire.

And with that, she pulled you into another searing kiss, her hands exploring your body with a newfound urgency. You groaned, your own hands moving to explore her body, each touch sending a jolt of electricity through you.

The night was far from over, and as you lost yourself in her touch, you realized that this was just the beginning. Together, you would explore every taboo, every fantasy, and every desire. Together, you would become something more than you ever thought possible.

Her breath hitched as your lips trailed down her neck, each kiss leaving a mark that she would feel for days. Her fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you closer, urging you not to stop. Her body was a map of desire, and you were determined to explore every inch.

“You’ve been so good to me,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need. “But I need more. I need you to do something for me.”

You pulled back slightly, your eyes searching hers. “What do you need, Jisoo?”

Her cheeks flushed, her eyes filled with both shyness and longing. “I want you to… breed me,” she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. “I want to feel you inside me, filling me completely. I want to be yours in every way possible.”

The words sent a shiver down your spine, your body responding instantly to her request. You didn’t hesitate, didn’t question the taboo of it all. Your need for her was too strong, too primal to resist.

Without a word, you lifted her into your arms, carrying her to the bed and laying her down gently. Her body trembled with anticipation, her legs parting as she gazed up at you with a look of pure desire. You knelt between her legs, your hands gripping her hips as you positioned yourself at her entrance.

Her breath came in shallow gasps as she reached down, guiding you to her. When the tip of your cock touched her slick folds, she whimpered, a sound that drove you wild with lust. Slowly, you pushed into her, inch by agonizing inch until you were fully seated inside her tight, wet warmth.

“Oh god,” she moaned, her nails digging into your shoulders. “You feel so good. So… perfect.”

You began to move, your thrusts slow and deliberate as you savored the feeling of her tight walls clenching around you. Her moans grew louder, her hips rocking in time with your movements. It wasn’t long before the need to claim her, to truly make her yours, became overwhelming.

“Roll over,” you commanded, your voice rough with desire.

She obeyed instantly, moving onto her hands and knees, her back arched and her ass raised in the air. You gripped her hips tightly, thrusting into her with a newfound urgency. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by her cries of pleasure.

“Yes! Yes! Just like that,” she screamed, her body trembling as you pounded into her. “Breed me. Make me yours. Fill me with your seed.”

Her words drove you to the edge, your thrusts becoming erratic as you felt your orgasm build. But you weren’t ready to give in just yet. You pulled out, flipping her onto her back and positioning yourself over her. Her legs wrapped around your waist, pulling you deeper as you thrust into her again.

She arched her back, her head thrown back in ecstasy as you leaned down to capture her lips in a searing kiss. Your tongues tangled, your bodies moving together in perfect harmony. Her nails raked down your back, her hips lifting to meet each of your thrusts.

“Please,” she begged, her voice desperate and needy. “I’m so close. Don’t stop. I need to feel you cum inside me.”

Her words were your undoing. With a groan, you buried yourself deep inside her, your cock pulsing as you released your seed. She cried out, her body convulsing around you as she reached her own climax, her walls milking every last drop from you.

For a moment, you stayed like that, both of you trembling with the aftershocks of your pleasure. But as the haze of lust began to clear, you knew this wasn’t the end. You pulled out, your cock still hard and ready for more.

“On top,” you said, your voice firm as you guided her into position.

She straddled you, lowering herself slowly onto your cock as she moaned in pleasure. Her hands rested on your chest as she began to move, her hips rolling in a slow, sensual rhythm. You gripped her hips, helping her to move faster, your thrusts meeting hers in a perfect, synchronized dance.

Her moans grew louder, her body moving with a wild, desperate need. She leaned down, capturing your lips in a heated kiss as she continued to ride you. Her pace quickened, her body trembling as she neared her climax once more.

“I’m going to cum,” she gasped, her voice filled with both excitement and fear. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

You thrust into her harder, your hands gripping her hips tightly as you felt your own orgasm building. Her body tightened around you, her cries of pleasure filling the room as she came. The feeling of her walls clenching around you pushed you over the edge, and with a groan, you released inside her once more.

She collapsed onto your chest, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. You held her close, your hands stroking her back as you both tried to catch your breath.

“That was…” she began, her voice trailing off as she struggled to find the words.

“Amazing,” you finished, your voice filled with awe.

She looked up at you, her eyes filled with a mix of love and desire. “We’re not done yet,” she said, her voice filled with a newfound determination. “I want more. I want to try everything.”

Her words sent a thrill through you, your cock twitching with renewed interest. But before you could respond, she was already moving, her lips trailing down your chest as she positioned herself between your legs. She looked up at you, her eyes filled with a hunger that matched your own.

“Let’s see how long you can last,” she whispered, her tongue darting out to lick the tip of your cock.

You groaned, your hands tangling in her hair as she took you into her mouth, her tongue swirling around your length. Her lips moved down your shaft, her head bobbing as she sucked you with a skill that drove you wild. But as much as you enjoyed the feeling of her mouth on you, it wasn’t long before the need to be inside her again became too much to bear.

You pulled her up, guiding her to straddle you once more. She lowered herself onto your cock, her body moving in a rhythm that was both slow and sensual. Her hands rested on your chest as she began to move faster, her hips rolling in a way that drove you to the brink of madness.

“You’re so big,” she moaned, her voice filled with pleasure. “You fill me so completely.”

Her words were your undoing, your orgasm building within you as she rode you with a desperate need. Her cries of pleasure filled the room, her body trembling as she reached her own climax. With a groan, you released inside her once more, your seed spilling deep into her waiting womb.

But even as the pleasure consumed you, you knew this wasn’t the end. You weren’t done with her yet. And as you gazed up at her, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her pleasure, you knew that she wasn’t done with you either. Together, you would explore every taboo, every fantasy, and every desire. And you knew that this was just the beginning.

“More,” she begged, her voice filled with a wild, desperate need. “I need more. Please, give me more.”

And you were more than happy to oblige.

The room was still, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex. Jisoo’s chest rose and fell rapidly, her body still trembling from the intensity of your last encounter. Her eyes, dark and hungry, locked onto yours as she leaned in, her lips brushing against your ear.

“Let’s take this to the balcony,” she whispered, her voice dripping with a dangerous blend of mischief and desire. “Where anyone could see.”

Your heart pounded in your chest, the mere thought of exposing yourselves to the world sending a thrill through your veins. This is madness, you thought, but the fire in her eyes was impossible to resist. You nodded, your voice barely above a whisper as you replied, “Lead the way.”

Jisoo smirked, her hand sliding down to grasp yours as she pulled you off the bed. Your bodies were still slick with sweat, the cool air of the room a stark contrast to the heat that radiated between you. She dragged you through the dimly lit hallway, her steps quick and purposeful, until you reached the sliding glass doors that led to the balcony.

As she pushed the doors open, the gentle night breeze greeted you, caressing your skin like a lover’s touch. The neighborhood was quiet, the only sounds being the rustling of leaves and the distant hum of a car engine. The moon hung low in the sky, casting a soft, silvery light over everything.

Jisoo turned to you, her eyes gleaming with a predatory excitement. Without a word, she stepped onto the balcony, her bare feet making no sound against the smooth tiles. She leaned against the railing, her body silhouetted against the night sky, the sheer fabric of her nightgown doing little to hide her curves.

“Come here,” she commanded, her voice low and sultry.

You obeyed, stepping closer until you were standing right in front of her. Her hands reached for the hem of her nightgown, lifting it slowly, teasingly, until it was gathered around her waist. She spread her legs, baring herself to you completely, the moonlight glistening off her wetness.

“Fuck me,” she said, her voice a mix of command and plea. “Fuck me right here, where anyone could see.”

Her words sent a jolt of electricity through you, your cock hardening at the sight of her spread open before you. You stepped closer, your hands gripping her hips as you positioned yourself at her entrance. She moaned softly as the tip of your cock brushed against her, her body already trembling with anticipation.

“Hard,” she whispered, her nails digging into your shoulders. “I want you to fuck me hard.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. With a low growl, you thrust into her, burying yourself to the hilt in one swift motion. Jisoo’s head fell back, a loud moan escaping her lips as you filled her completely. Her body arched against the railing, her hands gripping it tightly as you began to move.

The sound of skin against skin filled the air as you pounded into her, each thrust driving her closer to the edge. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, her nails scratching down your back as she begged for more.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she cried, her voice echoing into the night. “Fuck me harder!”

You obliged, your pace quickening as you drove into her with a savage intensity. The balcony rail creaked under the force of your movements, but neither of you cared. The risk of being seen only fueled your desire, the thought of someone stumbling upon this scandalous scene making it all the more exhilarating.

Jisoo’s body trembled, her legs wrapping around your waist as she pulled you deeper into her. Her pussy clenched around you, her walls tightening as she neared her climax. Her nails dug into your flesh, her voice a mixture of moans and curses as she urged you on.

“I’m close,” she gasped, her breaths coming in short, ragged bursts. “Don’t stop, please, don’t stop!”

You gritted your teeth, your own pleasure building as you felt her tighten around you. With a final, hard thrust, you sent her over the edge, her body convulsing as she came undone. Her scream of pleasure was muffled by her hand, but it was loud enough to carry into the night.

As her orgasm washed over her, you couldn’t hold back any longer. With a groan, you released yourself deep inside her, your seed spilling into her waiting womb. Your bodies shuddered together, the intensity of the moment leaving you both breathless.

But even as the aftershocks of pleasure subsided, Jisoo wasn’t done. Her eyes met yours, dark and lust-filled, a wicked smile playing on her lips.

“Again,” she whispered, her voice filled with a wild, desperate need. “I want more. Fuck me again.”

The night was far from over. And as you gazed at her, her body still trembling with the echoes of her pleasure, you knew that you would give her exactly what she wanted.

“More. I need more.”

“Fuck me."

Jisoo’s breath was still ragged, her chest rising and falling as she clung to you, her nails leaving faint crescents on your skin. Her eyes, dark and filled with an unrelenting hunger, locked onto yours. “I want to bare your child,” she whispered, her voice trembling yet resolute. “I want us to be bound together, forever.”

The words hit you like a thunderclap, sending a shiver down your spine. Her desire wasn’t just about passion anymore—it was about something deeper, something primal. You could feel the weight of her words, the gravity of what she was asking, and it only stoked the fire burning inside you. Without a word, she grabbed your hand and dragged you back inside, her steps hurried, her body swaying with purpose.

Her bedroom awaited, dimly lit and filled with the faint scent of her perfume. But what caught your attention immediately was the array of toys scattered across her dresser. Dildos of various sizes, vibrators, and other devices you didn’t even recognize. And then, your eyes landed on it—an anal plug, sleek and glinting under the soft light.

Jisoo noticed where your gaze had fallen and let out a low, throaty laugh. “Go ahead,” she teased, her voice dripping with anticipation. “Use it on me. I want to feel everything.”

You didn’t hesitate. Your hands moved with a mind of their own as you picked up the plug, feeling its smooth surface. Jisoo turned her back to you, bending over slightly, her ass swaying as if inviting you. You trailed your fingers along her skin, feeling her shiver under your touch. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, you pressed the plug against her entrance.

Her breath hitched, and she let out a soft whimper as you pushed it in, inch by inch, until it was fully seated inside her. “Ah!” she moaned, her voice breaking as she clutched the edge of the bed. “Yes, just like that… oh God…”

You could feel her trembling beneath your hands, her body reacting to the intrusion with a mix of pleasure and pain. But before she could catch her breath, you turned her around and pushed her onto the bed. Her eyes were wide, her lips parted as she stared up at you, her chest heaving.

You leaned down, your hands finding her throat, and squeezed just enough to make her gasp. Her pupils dilated, and she moaned, her hips lifting off the bed as if begging for more. You didn’t make her wait. Positioning yourself between her legs, you thrust into her with one hard, deep stroke, your cock burying itself inside her to the hilt.

Jisoo screamed, her back arching off the bed as you began to move, each thrust sending shockwaves through her body. “Yes, yes, yes!” she chanted, her voice rising with each movement. Her hands clawed at your arms, her nails digging into your skin as you fucked her with a relentless rhythm.

The room grew steamy, the air thick with the sounds of your bodies slapping together, her moans, and your grunts. Sweat dripped from your forehead, mingling with hers as you leaned down to capture her lips in a bruising kiss. She kissed you back with equal ferocity, her tongue tangling with yours as she whimpered into your mouth.

“Harder,” she begged, her voice breaking. “Fuck me harder. I need to feel you… I need you to claim me.”

You obliged, your thrusts growing more forceful, each one driving you deeper into her. Her walls clenched around you, her body tightening as she neared the edge. “Oh God, I’m going to come!” she cried out, her voice raw with desperation.

Your hand moved to her clit, rubbing it in quick, frantic circles as you continued to pound into her. Her screams filled the room as she came, her body convulsing around you. But you weren’t done. You kept going, your cock driving into her over and over, your own release building with each thrust.

“Fill me,” she pleaded, her voice hoarse. “Please, I need you to fill me. I want to feel you inside me… I want to bear your child.”

Her words pushed you over the edge. With a guttural groan, you came, your seed spilling deep inside her. Jisoo moaned, her body trembling as she felt you pulse within her, her own climax washing over her again. Her legs wrapped around you, pulling you closer as if trying to keep you inside her forever.

When your thrusts finally slowed, she lay beneath you, her chest heaving, her skin glistening with sweat. But even as she caught her breath, her eyes burned with a need that hadn’t been satisfied. “Again,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I want more.”

You groaned, your body still tingling from the intensity of your release. But the look in her eyes, the way her hands clung to you, told you that she wasn’t done. And neither were you.

Pulling out of her slowly, you flipped her onto her stomach, positioning her on all fours. Her ass was still adorned with the plug, and you couldn’t resist giving it a small tug, eliciting a gasp from her. “You’re insatiable,” you growled, your voice thick with desire.

She looked back at you over her shoulder, a wicked grin on her face. “Only for you,” she purred, her hips swaying enticingly. “Now, fuck me like you mean it.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. Gripping her hips, you slid back into her, the sensation of her tight, wet walls around you making you groan. Her moans filled the room as you began to move, your thrusts hard and unrelenting. Jisoo met each one, her body moving with yours as she urged you on.

“Yes, yes, just like that!” she cried, her voice breaking as her pleasure built again. “Don’t stop, don’t ever stop!”

You could tell she was close, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps as her body tightened around you. With a final, hard thrust, you sent her over the edge, her screams echoing in the room as she came. You followed shortly after, your release spilling into her once again.

As you both collapsed onto the bed, your bodies entwined, Jisoo turned to you, her eyes filled with a dangerous mix of love and obsession. “You’re mine,” she whispered, her voice fierce. “And I’m never letting you go.”

Her hand moved to your cheek, her touch tender yet possessive. You could see it in her eyes—the desire, the need, the unrelenting hunger. And you knew, deep down, that she wasn’t just talking about tonight.

She wanted more. And you were powerless to resist.

The night lingered, heavy with the scent of sweat and passion, the weight of Jisoo’s declaration still hanging in the air. “You’re mine.” Her words echoed in your mind as you lay beside her, your body still humming with the aftershocks of what had just transpired. Her breathing gradually steadied, but her grip on you didn’t loosen. If anything, it tightened, as if she was afraid you might slip away.

You turned to face her, your eyes meeting hers in the dim light of the room. Her expression was soft now, the dangerous edge of obsession momentarily giving way to something far more tender. She reached out, her fingers tracing the outline of your jaw, her touch so light it sent shivers down your spine.

“I needed this,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I needed you.” Her lips parted, and for a moment, you thought she might say more. But instead, she leaned in, her mouth brushing against yours in a kiss that was surprisingly gentle. It was slow, deliberate, as if she was savoring every second of it. When she finally pulled away, her eyes were glistening with unshed tears.

“I’ve been so lost,” she admitted, her voice breaking. “Ever since he died, I’ve felt like… like I’ve been floating. But with you, I feel grounded. I feel alive.”

Her words hit you like a punch to the gut. You’d always known she was struggling, but hearing her say it out loud made it so much more real. You reached up, your hand cupping her cheek as you wiped away a stray tear with your thumb.

“You’re not alone,” you murmured, your voice thick with emotion. “I’m here. I’ll always be here.”

She smiled at that, a small, fragile thing, but it was enough to make your heart ache. She leaned into your touch, her eyes closing as she let out a shaky breath. For a moment, you just stayed like that, the silence between you comfortable, intimate.

But then her eyes fluttered open, and there was a spark in them—a spark that you’d come to recognize all too well. It was the same look she’d given you before every other time she’d made a demand of you, and it sent a thrill of anticipation coursing through your veins.

“I want more,” she said, her voice low and husky. “I want all of you. Every part of you. I don’t want to wait anymore.”

You didn’t need to ask what she meant. You could see it in her eyes, feel it in the way her body pressed against yours. She wanted you, and she wasn’t going to stop until she had you completely.

The days that followed were a blur of passion and intimacy. Jisoo’s need for you only grew, her hunger insatiable. It was as if she’d been holding back for so long, and now that she’d finally let go, there was no stopping her. She sought you out at every opportunity, her hands and lips always eager to claim you. And you, for your part, were more than happy to oblige.

But it wasn’t just about the physical aspect. There was a deeper connection between you now, one that went beyond the bounds of what you’d ever imagined possible. You could see it in the way she looked at you, the way she touched you. It was love, pure and unrelenting, and it scared you as much as it thrilled you.

Weeks turned into months, and before you knew it, Jisoo was standing in front of you, her hands resting on her belly. She was glowing, her skin radiant, her smile wider than you’d ever seen it. And yet, there was a nervousness in her eyes, a vulnerability that made your heart ache.

“I’m pregnant,” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.

The words hit you like a ton of bricks. You’d known it was a possibility—hell, you’d both been practically trying for it—but hearing her say it out loud made it real in a way you hadn’t been prepared for. You stared at her, your mind racing, your heart pounding in your chest.

She stepped closer, her hands reaching out to take yours. “This is what I’ve always wanted,” she said, her voice soft but firm. “A family. With you.”

You couldn’t speak. You couldn’t think. All you could do was pull her into your arms, your hands splayed across her belly as you held her close. She melted into you, her body trembling as she buried her face in your chest.

“I love you,” she whispered, her voice muffled against your skin. “I love you so much.”

The words were like a balm to your soul, soothing the doubts and fears that had been gnawing at you. You tightened your arms around her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “I love you too,” you murmured, your voice thick with emotion.

She pulled back slightly, her eyes searching yours. “This is real, isn’t it?” she asked, her voice trembling. “What we have… it’s real.”

You nodded, your eyes never leaving hers. “It’s real,” you promised. “And it’s not going anywhere.”

She smiled at that, a radiant, beautiful smile that made your heart skip a beat. Then, without warning, she leaned in, her lips capturing yours in a kiss that was filled with all the love and passion you’d come to expect from her. It was slow, sweet, and so incredibly tender that it made your chest ache.

When she finally pulled away, her eyes were shining with unshed tears. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice so soft you almost didn’t hear it. “For giving me this. For giving me everything.”

You didn’t know what to say to that. There were no words that could possibly convey the depth of your feelings for her. So instead, you kissed her again, pouring everything you couldn’t say into that one, perfect moment.

Later that night, as you lay in bed with her, her head resting on your chest, she looked up at you, her eyes filled with a mix of love and mischief. “There’s one more thing I want,” she said, her voice low and husky.

You raised an eyebrow, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “Oh? And what’s that?”

She sat up slightly, her hands moving to the hem of her shirt. Slowly, she pulled it up, revealing her swollen belly and the full, heavy breasts that had only gotten more pronounced with her pregnancy. She looked at you, her eyes dark with desire.

“I want you to drink from me,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need. “I want to feel you take everything I have to give.”

Your breath caught in your throat, your heart pounding in your chest. You’d never seen her like this, so vulnerable, so raw. And yet, there was a power in her, a strength that took your breath away.

You didn’t hesitate. You leaned in, your lips closing around one of her nipples, and you began to suckle, the warm, sweet milk filling your mouth. She moaned, her hands tangling in your hair as she held you close, her body trembling with pleasure.

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Take it. Take all of it.”

You did, your lips and tongue working in rhythm as you drank from her, savoring every drop. She moaned again, her back arching as she pressed herself closer to you. Her hands tightened in your hair, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps.

“Don’t stop,” she begged, her voice trembling. “Please, don’t stop.”

You had no intention of stopping. You were lost in her, in the taste of her, in the feel of her body against yours. And as you continued to drink from her, you knew, with absolute certainty, that this was where you were meant to be. With her. Forever.

The next morning, the sunlight streamed through the kitchen windows, casting a warm glow over the room. Jisoo stood at the counter, her hips swaying slightly as she busied herself with preparing breakfast. The air was thick with the scent of coffee and freshly baked bread, but there was something else lingering beneath the surface—a tension that had been building between the two of you since last night.

You leaned against the doorway, watching her. She was in one of her silk robes, the fabric clinging to her curves like a second skin. Her long hair was tied up in a loose bun, a few strands falling against her neck. The sight of her was intoxicating, and you could feel the heat beginning to pool in your groin.

"Good morning," she said, her voice soft but with a hint of something else—something that made your pulse quicken.

"Morning," you replied, stepping into the kitchen. You moved closer to her, your eyes never leaving hers. She turned to face you, and for a moment, the world seemed to stand still. Her lips were slightly parted, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. You could see the desire in her eyes, the same desire that had been simmering between you for weeks now.

Without a word, you reached out and pulled her to you, your lips crashing against hers in a kiss that was full of raw need and unspoken longing. She moaned into your mouth, her hands gripping the front of your shirt as she pressed herself closer to you. The kiss deepened, and you could feel the heat radiating from her body, the way her heart was pounding against your chest.

"Jisoo," you breathed against her lips, your voice husky with desire. "I need you."

She pulled back slightly, her eyes searching yours. For a moment, she seemed to hesitate, her gaze flickering to the windows, to the world outside. But then she looked back at you, and there was a fire in her eyes—a fire that had been ignited and refused to be extinguished.

"Take me," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Right here. Right now."

You didn’t need to be told twice. You kissed her again, your hands moving down her body, gripping her hips and lifting her onto the counter. The dishes clattered to the side as you pushed them out of the way, your focus solely on her. Her legs wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer as you kissed her neck, your teeth grazing the soft skin there.

"Yours," she moaned, her fingers tangling in your hair as you nipped at her skin, leaving a mark that would be hers to remember this moment by. "I’m yours."

Your hands moved to the front of her robe, tugging it open to reveal her bare breasts. They were fuller now, swollen with milk, and the sight of them made your cock ache with need. You leaned down, taking one of her nipples into your mouth, your tongue swirling around the hardened peak. She gasped, her back arching as she pressed herself closer to you.

"Yes," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Drink from me. Please."

You did, sucking gently at first, then harder as the warm, sweet liquid filled your mouth. She moaned, her hands gripping your shoulders as she pressed herself closer to you. The taste of her was intoxicating, and you could feel the heat building in your groin, the desire threatening to consume you both.

"More," she begged, her voice trembling. "I need more."

You complied, switching to her other breast, your lips and tongue working in rhythm as you drank from her. She moaned again, her back arching as she pressed herself closer to you. Her hands tightened in your hair, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps.

"Don’t stop," she begged, her voice trembling. "Please, don’t stop."

Y/n chuckled, trying to play it cool despite the heat rising in his cheeks. “How could I say no to you, Lisa? Especially after that picture you sent.” He glanced down at her, his eyes lingering on the way the sunlight made her skin gleam.

Lisa smirked, her lips curving into that familiar, irresistible smile. “Oh, so that’s what convinced you? Not my charming personality?” She leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear. “Or maybe… you just couldn’t resist the idea of having me all to yourself out here?”

Before he could respond, she pressed her lips to his in a kiss that was equal parts passion and promise. His hands instinctively found their way to her waist, pulling her closer as the boat rocked gently beneath them. When she finally pulled away, her eyes sparkled with a mix of affection and mischief. “Thank you for saying yes,” she whispered, her voice soft but laced with something deeper. Something hungry.

He smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “You don’t have to thank me. I’d do anything for you, Lisa.”

Her expression softened for a moment before her playful demeanor returned. “Good. Because I have big plans for today.” She stepped back and gestured toward the horizon, where a secluded beach came into view. The sand was pristine, the water crystal clear, and the only sound was the gentle lapping of waves against the shore. It was paradise—and Lisa looked like she belonged there.

As they anchored the boat and waded to shore, Lisa wasted no time. She kicked off her sandals and ran toward the water, her laughter echoing in the air. Y/n followed more slowly, carrying a bag with towels and sunscreen, but his eyes never left her. She turned to face him, her hands on her hips, and called out, “Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to join me?”

He set the bag down and shook his head, a smile tugging at his lips. “Give me a minute. Someone has to make sure you don’t burn to a crisp.”

Lisa rolled her eyes but walked back to him, her movements slow and deliberate. She lay down on the towel he spread out, stretching her arms above her head in a way that made his mouth go dry. “Fine. But don’t take too long,” she teased, her voice low and sultry.

Y/n knelt beside her, squeezing some sunscreen into his hands. He started at her shoulders, his fingers working in slow circles, and he couldn’t help but notice how soft her skin felt under his touch. Lisa sighed contentedly, her eyes closing as he moved down her arms, then up her neck. When he reached her lower back, she giggled, squirming slightly. “Ticklish?” he asked, grinning.

“Maybe a little,” she admitted, looking over her shoulder at him with a glint in her eye. “But don’t stop. You’re doing a great job.”

He chuckled and continued, his hands moving lower to her legs. By the time he finished, Lisa was practically purring under his touch. She sat up and stretched, her body arching in a way that made his pulse quicken. “Thanks, baby,” she said, leaning in to kiss his cheek. Then, without warning, she jumped to her feet and dashed toward the water.

“Lisa!” he called after her, but she was already knee-deep in the surf, turning to face him with a playful smirk. “Come on, Y/n! Don’t tell me you’re scared of a little water!”

He hesitated for only a moment before kicking off his shoes and following her. The water was cool against his skin, a welcome contrast to the heat of the sun. Lisa watched him approach, her gaze steady and filled with an intensity that made his stomach flip. When he was close enough, she reached out and grabbed his hand, pulling him deeper into the water until it lapped at their waists.

“See? Isn’t this better than sitting on the beach?” she asked, her voice soft but teasing.

“Depends,” he replied, his tone light but his eyes locked on hers. “What exactly did you have in mind?”

She stepped closer, her body pressing against his as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “I was thinking…” She paused, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, “…that maybe we could make some waves of our own.”

His breath hitched, and he tightened his hold on her waist. “Lisa…”

“Don’t tell me you’re shy now,” she murmured, her hands trailing down his chest. “We’re all alone out here. No cameras, no fans, no distractions. Just you… and me.” Her fingers hooked into the waistband of his swim trunks, tugging lightly. “So, what do you say? Want to see where this goes?”

His heart pounded in his chest, and he could feel the heat building between them. “Always,” he breathed, his voice rough with desire.

Lisa’s smile widened, and she leaned in to capture his lips in a kiss that left no room for hesitation. Her hands slid lower, exploring every inch of him, while the water swirled around them, heightening every sensation. As the waves crashed nearby, drowning out the world beyond their shared passion, Y/n knew one thing for certain: he would follow Lisa anywhere.

The kiss deepened, Lisa’s lips pressing hungrily against Y/n’s as the water lapped at their bodies. Her fingers traced the curve of his jaw, her touch electric, before she pulled back slightly, her eyes glinting with mischief. “You’re not getting out of this that easily,” she teased, her voice low and sultry.

Before Y/n could respond, Lisa reached behind her back, her fingers nimbly untying the strings of her bikini top. She let it fall into the water beside them, revealing her perfect, sun-kissed chest. The sight took his breath away, and he couldn’t help but stare, his heart pounding in his chest. “Your turn,” she whispered, her gaze locking onto his.

Y/n hesitated for just a moment, his hands hovering near the waistband of his swim trunks. But the way Lisa looked at him—like she wanted to devour him whole—left no room for doubt. With a quick motion, he slid the fabric down his legs and kicked it aside, leaving nothing between them but the cool, salty water.

Lisa’s lips curled into a wicked smile as she took in the sight of him, her eyes roaming over his body with unmistakable hunger. “Mmm, much better,” she purred, closing the distance between them once more. Her hands found his chest, her nails grazing lightly over his skin, sending shivers down his spine. “But I think we still have some… unfinished business.”

Her words were soft, almost drowned out by the sound of the waves crashing around them, but they sparked something primal within him. He gripped her hips, pulling her closer until their bodies were flush against each other. The water swirled around them, its coolness a stark contrast to the heat radiating between them.

“What did you have in mind?” Y/n asked, his voice rough with desire.

Lisa’s answer came in the form of another searing kiss, her tongue sliding against his as she pressed herself against him. Her hands roamed lower, caressing his abdomen before wrapping around his length, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from him. She stroked him slowly, teasingly, her eyes never leaving his. “I want you to fuck me right here, right now,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need.

The raw vulnerability in her tone caught him off guard, but it only fueled his desire further. He cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing over her cheeks as he searched her eyes. “Are you sure?” he asked, though he already knew the answer.

“Yes,” she breathed, her grip tightening around him. “I need you, Y/n. I can’t wait any longer.”

That was all the confirmation he needed. In one swift motion, he lifted her, her legs wrapping instinctively around his waist as he carried her toward the shallows. The water came up to just below his hips, providing enough support while still keeping them mostly submerged. Lisa’s arms wound around his neck, her lips finding his again in a desperate, hungry kiss.

Her movements were frantic, her hips grinding against his as she sought friction. Y/n groaned into her mouth, his hands gripping her thighs as he positioned himself at her entrance. He paused for a moment, savoring the way her breath hitched, her body trembling with anticipation.

“Y/n…” she whimpered, her fingers digging into his shoulders. “Please.”

That single word undid him. With a slow, deliberate thrust, he pushed into her, the sensation overwhelming as her warmth enveloped him. Lisa gasped, her head falling back as her nails raked down his back. The water around them seemed to pulse in rhythm with their movements, the waves crashing louder as if echoing their passion.

He started slow, wanting to savor every second of this moment. But Lisa had other ideas. Her hips rocked against his, urging him to move faster, harder. “Don’t hold back,” she panted, her voice strained with desperation. “I want to feel all of you.”

Her words ignited something deep within him, and he obeyed without hesitation. His thrusts became rougher, more urgent, each one driving her closer to the edge. Lisa clung to him, her cries mingling with the sound of the ocean as she met his movements with equal fervor. Every touch, every movement, was amplified by the way the water caressed their skin, heightening their pleasure to unimaginable levels.

“Fuck, Lisa…” Y/n growled, his grip on her tightening as he felt his own release building. “You feel… so good.”

She moaned in response, her nails digging deeper into his skin as her body tightened around him. “I’m close,” she gasped, her voice barely audible over the roar of the waves. “Don’t stop…”

He didn’t. Instead, he drove into her with renewed intensity, each thrust pushing her closer to the precipice. When she finally broke, her entire body shuddering with ecstasy, he followed her over the edge, his own release washing over him like a tidal wave.

For a moment, all that existed was the two of them, suspended in the ocean’s embrace as the aftershocks of their passion rippled through them. Lisa’s breathing was ragged, her forehead resting against his shoulder as she tried to steady herself. Y/n held her tightly, his own heart racing as he pressed a gentle kiss to her temple.

“That was…” Lisa began, her voice trembling slightly as she struggled to find the words.

“Amazing,” Y/n finished for her, his lips curling into a satisfied smile. “You’re amazing.”

She lifted her head to look at him, her eyes still clouded with desire but softened by affection. “You’re not so bad yourself,” she teased, her fingers brushing against his jaw. “But don’t think this means I’m done with you yet.”

A chuckle escaped him as he kissed her again, this time slower, more tender. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

The speedboat bobbed gently on the waves as Y/n and Lisa made their way back to shore, their bodies still humming with the aftermath of their passionate encounter in the water. The sun had dipped lower in the sky, casting a golden glow over the horizon, but neither of them paid much attention to the beauty around them. Their focus was entirely on each other.

Lisa’s fingers traced idle patterns on Y/n’s chest as she leaned against him, her breath warm against his skin. “You know,” she murmured, her voice dripping with playful mischief, “we’re not done yet.”

Y/n raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Oh? What else do you have in mind, Miss Manoban?”

She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she lifted her head to meet his gaze, her dark eyes glinting with a mix of hunger and adoration. Her hand slid down his torso, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake, before it came to rest just above the waistband of his shorts. Her touch was deliberate, teasing, and utterly intoxicating.

“I think,” she began, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper, “you know exactly what I have in mind.”

Before he could respond, she shifted her weight, pushing him lightly so that his back pressed against the padded seat of the boat. Her lips crashed into his with a fierceness that stole his breath, her fingers tangling in his hair as she deepened the kiss. This wasn’t just a kiss—it was a declaration, a demand.

When they finally pulled apart, both panting slightly, Lisa’s smirk widened. “Let’s go somewhere more… private,” she said, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Y/n nodded, his heart racing as he guided the boat toward the wooden paddock they had passed earlier. The structure jutted out over the water, offering a secluded spot away from prying eyes. As soon as the boat was secured, Lisa hopped onto the dock, her movements fluid and graceful, like a predator stalking its prey.

She turned to face him, holding out her hand. “Come on,” she urged, her voice laced with anticipation. “Don’t keep me waiting.”

He took her hand, letting her pull him onto the paddock. The wood beneath his feet felt cool and solid, a stark contrast to the heat radiating between them. Before he could even steady himself, Lisa pushed him backward, her actions swift and decisive. His back hit the floor with a soft thud, and she was on him in an instant, her body straddling his hips as she leaned down to claim his mouth once more.

Her kisses were relentless, each one deeper and more urgent than the last. She ground against him, the thin fabric of her bikini doing little to hide the heat of her core pressing against his growing arousal. Y/n groaned, his hands gripping her thighs as she rocked against him, reveling in the friction.

“Still not sore?” he teased, his voice rough with desire.

Lisa pulled back just enough to look him in the eye, her grin wicked. “Not even close,” she purred. “And don’t think for a second I’ll let you off easy this time.”

Her words sent a shiver down his spine, and he knew she meant every single one of them. She reached behind her to untie her bikini top, letting it fall away to reveal her perfect breasts. The sight alone was enough to make his head spin, but then she moved lower, her fingers working quickly to remove the rest of her swimsuit.

Y/n watched, transfixed, as she stood briefly to rid herself of the final piece of fabric. Her body was a masterpiece, toned and flawless, every inch of her radiating confidence and sensuality. When she knelt back down, she didn’t waste any time reaching for his shorts, yanking them off with a practiced ease that left him exposed to the cool ocean air.

She ran her hands along his length, her touch light but deliberate, and he couldn’t suppress the moan that escaped him. “Lisa…” he breathed, his voice trembling.

“Shh,” she whispered, leaning down to kiss him again. “Just let me take care of you.”

And then she was sinking onto him, her warmth enveloping him completely. Y/n’s hands flew to her hips, instinctively guiding her movements as she began to ride him. Her rhythm was slow at first, almost tantalizingly so, as if she wanted to draw out every ounce of pleasure. But it didn’t take long for her pace to quicken, her need becoming too overwhelming to ignore.

Her nails dug into his chest as she moved, her breaths coming in short, desperate gasps. “Fuck, Y/n,” she moaned, her voice ragged. “You feel so good.”

His grip on her tightened, his own control slipping with every roll of her hips. He thrust upward to meet her, matching her intensity as their bodies moved in perfect sync. The wooden floor creaked beneath them, but neither of them cared. All that mattered was the connection between them, the raw, unbridled passion that burned hotter with every passing second.

Lisa’s head fell back, her dark hair cascading down her back as she lost herself in the sensation. “Harder,” she demanded, her voice barely above a whisper but dripping with urgency. “I want you to ruin me.”

Her words were like a spark igniting something primal within him. He flipped them effortlessly, pinning her beneath him as he drove into her with renewed vigor. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, deeper, and she cried out, her nails leaving faint marks on his shoulders as she clung to him.

Their bodies collided again and again, the sound of skin against skin echoing in the quiet stillness of the evening. Lisa’s moans grew louder, more unrestrained, her pleasure building with every thrust. She was close—so close—and Y/n could feel his own release looming, threatening to overwhelm him.

“Y/n…” she gasped, her voice breaking on his name. “I’m gonna—”

Her sentence was cut off by a sharp cry as her orgasm took hold, her body tightening around him in a way that sent him spiraling over the edge. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, groaning her name as he spilled inside her, his hips jerking erratically until the last wave of pleasure subsided.

For a moment, they lay there, breathing heavily, their hearts pounding in unison. Lisa’s fingers stroked idly through his hair, and when he lifted his head to look at her, she smiled softly. “That was…” she began, trailing off as if words couldn’t possibly capture what she was feeling.

“Amazing,” Y/n finished for her, his lips brushing against hers. “You’re amazing.”

She chuckled, the sound low and sultry. “You’re not so bad yourself,” she teased. “But don’t think this means I’m done with you yet.”

‘Yes, that performance was so great, i agree. But i want to see “more” performance from you- and you have to show that to me privately’

You moving behind her to lock the door, and get your crotch rubbing to her shorts that has showed the curve of her ass throughout the show.

‘I saw you on stage actin’ wild on the act that you did, bend your ass to the dancer. It should be me. That's how the hoes respond to it. I wondered if that will happens to me, bend your ass to me and getting your ass landing on my dick. And don’t worry, this night will longer than you thought- because i already blasted when i watched you perform’

You pull her closer to get more effective rubbing, leaning to the door and move up and down to her groove between buttocks.

Lisa sees the white stain on the sofa.

‘Is that your cum on the sofa?’

‘Yes’

‘You had cum so much. You’re really love my performance. Aren’t you?’

‘Definitely’

Lisa starts to move her ass in opposite rhythm. She’s down, you up, she’s up, you down. Your hands grab both of her butt to move more directions.

‘Oh- Lisa, your ass so fucking soft and big. You’re really have an ass exercise- and i can see that you do it really great. I will proud and appreciate on the result for your trainer then’

You pulled her shorts down to the ground to see her roundly ass. You touch on her pantie, turns out it’s already wet.

‘Oh you wet? You’re really horny you little slut’

‘Yes. After the show has done. I hope someone will fuck me after the show. I nearly can’t hold it at the moment- but still continue the show with my craving. And then it’s you, you just covered my mouth and rubbed my ass like a fucking pervert’

The heat conversation had turned you on. You start to asking her for stripping.

‘Can you do a little stripping for me?’

‘Never give a chance to a pervert. But since we both have the same feelings. I'll do it for you. Go to the sofa’

You trying to move to the sofa together while hugging and kissing her, both of the bodies were so hot.

You sit down on the sofa, close to the white stain spot.

‘This is where you had cum to me right?’

‘Yes’

‘I’ll recreate it and add more parts for you, extended version of my performance’

Lisa rubbing you for a few time and stand up, move her face and kisses you. Then she bends down and move her hands to your thighs, to your pant, and start to rubs more on your crotch.

‘You know what. I already have a boyfriend. But I still acting slutty to every man, because I love to see their’s pants start to stretching by looking at me with lust. But like I said, never give a chance to anyone, I’ll let their pants poked it. But for you, I’ll let you feel relief’

Lisa gives a desired eyes to you, licks her own lips, and starts to dancing with the same choreography on stage. You feel like you’re watching a 4D Lisa’s performance right now, sensing on where she touch, smelling Lisa’s perfume, same movement as the performance that you watched on the TV when you masturbated on the sofa.

Lisa grinding on you for a couple minutes. Your pants feeling so tight right now. She sees it and starts to asking you.

‘Can i take off your pants?’

‘Whatever you want to do’

Lisa has pulls everything down, only showing your hard dick. Then, she starts to spitting on your dick, rubs it for a few time and ready to sit on it.

‘Wait? No Blowjob?’

‘Yeah. It waste my time. My boyfriend waiting for me outside right now’

‘Oh! It’s look like our night will end shortly’

‘Psssst. Did I say that I will show you my extended performance? I’ll never end it until your dick extends my fucking pussy’

Then, Lisa sits on your dick and puts it in for only one attempt. She had swalla your dick disappear inside her tight pussy.

‘Ahh- Oh god. It's so good. FUck- puts it deeper daddy. I want to feel your dick hitting the wall. Then, I will make you pray for Jesus when i ride, make you born again. EXTEND MY PUSSY NOW’

You don’t waste your time anymore. You starts to drilling her pussy by your cock, fast and deep. Its make Lisa groans everytime when you drill and hit her wall.

‘Oh fuck, daddy. You fuck me so good. I’m feeling choking on your dick right now- You rub my clit so fucking good. You might fuck me better than my boyfriend, that motherfucker never do it raw like you. To being honest, he still waiting for me to fuck him tonight, to celebrate the moment. But i might find a better one’

While Lisa was riding. Her phone was ringing, her boyfriend has called her, for disappearing for too long.

‘Ah- My boyfriend calling me. I have to answer him’

You pull her to try not to answer the call.

‘What?’

‘I have an idea, bring that phone to me’

‘Alright’

Her phone is still ringing, you have an idea to do something with her. You place Lisa’s phone above her clit, using her shaking phone as a vibrator. You put your 2 fingers to fingering her and push her phone to get more shaking waves, and switching to your dick and fuck her.

‘Awwww- That’s such a brilliant idea. Never have a man who has more creative than you, especially my fuckass boyfriend. He will never think about this, just fuck the corners me and sleep, used me and treated me as a useless whore. But look at you, you treat this sex so good’

The phone had rang for a minute and stop, that’s make Lisa’s enjoying time have to stop.

‘Aw fuck, Why it stopppp?’

‘It won't stop until he will get an answer from you. If you want to still enjoy my fingers and dick, don’t answer him’

‘Ohhhhhhh You are so clever. He will think that I’m sulking on him, turns out I’ve been fuck with a guy right now. He always not answer my calls, now he might think that he has get his karma’

Time has passed, you see the notifications on her phone, 8 missed calls with 14 messages from her boyfriend who’s still looking for her girl before it stops, that’s made her did 4 orgasms, 2 squirts and 1 cumshot inside her. Lisa nearly can’t stand by her own legs.

‘My boyfriend is getting silent right now. Should I call him now?’

‘You should’

Lisa grabs her phone and quickly facetime her boyfriend.

‘Oh Darling.. I’m so happy to see you again. You disappearing for so long, it makes me worry. Where are you right now?

‘Babe. I’m at the backstage, changing the clothes’

Then, Lisa posing her naked body to him.

‘Darling! It’s not a time to tease me. Where are you right now!'

‘At the west side’

‘OK. I’ll send my people to pick you up’

‘Alright. I’ll hang up-’

‘No, darling. I want to make sure that you’re safe and got picked securely’

Her boyfriend won’t hang up the call. You have to hide from the camera at the corner of the room, to avoid getting caught. Now, Lisa try to pretends to wearing the clothes, but she tries to tease her ass and wriggles it to you. It makes you jerk off to her ass that far away from you just only the corner. You want to run to her and fuck her, to show how slut she is, that her boyfriend never knew, but you have to hold it.

While she wriggles it, Lisa saw her boyfriend pursing his lips, his camera starts to shake a little bit, the sigh just pass through the phone. Lisa suspected that her boyfriend might be doing something right now.

‘Hey! What you doin' ’

‘I- I'm just scared to lose you, darling. M-My hands were shaken when i trying to find you and i feel so good when i see your face again'

‘You're not doin’ anything right?’

‘Yes, darling. A-Anyways, I got a news that my people are already close to where you at right now. So, when they knock, you answer them that you’re here’

‘OK Babe’

‘I miss you’

‘M- Me too’

After answered her boyfriend. Lisa starts to moving far away from the camera to suck your dick.

‘Hey Darling! Where you go?’

Lisa didn’t listen to him, just went straight to you and kneels down on her knees.

‘I should warn you about this, but my blowjob skill can make a tough guy like you scream. Remember, we're still on that phone, don’t scream’

‘I don’t trust you’

‘You’ll know. Let’s continue the performance, fuck whoever that will interrupt us’

Lisa gets your dick into her mouth and starts to sucks it with fast pace, not even start at slow pace. Lisa didn’t give you a time to prepare. Because of that, you have to cover your mouth and try not to scream. Lisa sees your reaction and laughs a little.

‘Haha. That’s what I said. Hold on tight, daddy’

You have to pin down the floor because of how strong her blowjob skill is. She continue sucking it but not hiding the bubbling noise. But she doesn't care right now, suck it until you cum on her.

‘Are you about to cum? Nod your face to answer’

You nod your face, sending a signal that you’re closer. Lisa uses her hands to help you cum faster. After that, you had cum, it was full on her face. She licks it to taste it and thumbs up to you.

She went back to the facetime call with her boyfriend again.

‘Darling. What was that noise?’

‘What noise?’

‘Uhh- The blub-blub, gluk-gluk noise. I heard it minutes ago’

‘I didn't hear it, it must be the wind. You worry about me too much, look at me, I’m fine’

‘OK. But what's on your face?’

‘It just sweat-’

Lisa got interrupted by a knock at the door.

‘Lisa knock knock knock Lisa. Are you in there?’

‘Yeah, wait a second’

Lisa answered them, but before she will open the door. Lisa runs back to you to ask something.

‘Do you want the show to end?’

‘Nooo I don’t want it to end’

‘Me too. But I have an idea’

‘What?’

‘But can you watch my performance with other people?’

‘Huh? What do you mean?’

‘Trust me. The show will be so fucking great, might be the greatest show of all time’

Lisa smiled before she comes to the door and open it. She sees 3 tough guys standing at the door, while she isn't wearing her clothes yet.

‘Hey Ms. Lisa! Wearing your clothes first!’

They covering their eyes, you see their reaction and laugh at them.

‘Hey boys. Never seen a naked woman before? Thanks for picking me up. But first, come inside the room first’

The boys walk to the room with their eyes still covering. She grabs the first man’s hand and leads them into the room.

‘Alright boys, open your eyes’

When they open their eyes, they see you standing close to Lisa with naked body.

‘Hey! Who are you! Why you naked! Did you do anything to Ms. Lisa! I will tell her boyfr-’

Lisa covers one of the boys mouth and invites them to see the show.

‘Enough. Do y’all want to see the show? But you have to watch it with this guy right here’

Then, Lisa starts to do the same movement as you had got, bending her ass against the boys' crotches, moving from left to right until she heard the moans from each of them.

One of the boys can’t hold it longer. He starts to take off his pants and rush to her. You and other boys have to stop him. But Lisa said.

‘Hey! Don’t stop him. Come fuck me at the sofa. All of you’

Lisa moving to the sofa and start to rubs her pussy to build herself and got stared by the men.

‘What the hell are you waiting for? Come destroy this fucking pussy already’

You and the boys rush to her. Start touching her body, one guy puts his fingers into her mouth, another guy teases her tits, the last guy starts to caress her entire body, and you fingering her. 4 guys in the room for one girl, might be everybody’s first time. Everybody in here are already naked, it makes Lisa see the dicks clearly.

‘All buff guys in here, and it's all big as I expected. I can’t wait to get all of your dicks inside me’

Lisa puts two hands on two guys, you and one guard got a stroking from her. Another guard put his dick on her face and pushed it into her mouth. Last guy rubbed his dick against her pussy, teasing her to get wetter.

Lisa is unable to talk right now, only a mumble voice from her, but the boys don’t care, still continue enjoying her body. Suddenly, the guard who rubs her clit shove his dick in her, making her moan in the throat. Also, another boy just deepthroat her at the same time.

‘Gluk gluk. i- so fawki-ing goo- AHH IT HORT, BUT SO GOOD. YOUR DICK IS STRETCHING ME’

Her body was shaking because of the movement from her lower body, it also caused her trembling voice. All guys doing their own thing. The meat slapping sound was so loud that people might have heard it from outside. 

Then, the first guy had cum inside her, same as the guy who got sucked. 

‘ahem ahem- I didn’t tell you to cum inside me! Whatever, for the full experience. Y’all can cum inside. COME DESTROY MY MIND AND ALL OF MY HOLES’

The boys didn’t hesitate. Another guard moved himself from her hand to her entrance. You also move yourself to her mouth. Lisa’s eyes looking down and up, meeting yours and smile.

‘Ready to destroy my throat next? Daddy?’

‘Always ready Lisa. I’m glad that i have this moment’

‘Me too. WAIT- I FORGO-’

You didn’t let her finish the sentence. You pushed your dick at full-length into her mouth. You can feel that it has hitting her throat. You grope her face to get a shape and start drilling her mouth. The second guard also cramped inside her.

The second guard had already loaded inside her. Lisa starts to touch her thigh and knows that the first two guys had loaded a lot. You’re about to blasted.

‘Lisa. I’m about to cum’

‘Do it’

You deepthroated her for the last time before you came inside her throat, the second time for her. Lisa starts to cough and some of the seed just splash out,

‘Gulp. Damn. This taste so good. You're choking me’

Lisa has got a gangbang from 4 guys in a room for 30 minutes. 2 guards were slept on the floor, leaving a guard and you continuingly fuck her until Lisa can’t handle it anymore. And then leaving her a rest.

10 minutes later. Lisa finally charged herself from the intense sex. Lisa grabbed her phone on the floor and tried to contact someone. You see it and decide to ask her.

‘Hey. Who are you calling?’

‘My boyfriend’

‘He might be mad right now for not calling him back’

‘Haha funny. But I have a bad news’

‘What?’

‘My phone was so hot’

‘So do you-  I’m sorry. What do you mean?’

‘It means… The calling was active for the whole time since I teased you. And, i didn't turned off the camera and microphone, and the spot that we were fuckin-’

Lisa starts to point to the spot where her phone was placed and the place where she got gangbang by 4 guys. It was a spot that the camera on her phone could definitely see.

‘I think my boyfriend might saw it. That’s why i can’t contacting him right now’

You are worrying that you might get a legal punishment from her boyfriend.

Later, Lisa got a voice message from her boyfriend.

‘Darli- I mean Lisa. I will tell the truth. I saw it for a whole time, you’ve just- had sex with another guy. I see it in the camera. This breaks my heart. Why are you doing this to me? Am I doing anything wrong? Why can't I hold your heart forever? How can this situation happen to me? I still loving you Lisa, I still lov-’

Lisa stops his recording and blocks him after that. You also listened to his message and start talking to her.

‘Damn. This shit make me nearly throw up’

‘Yeah. Everytime I sulk, he always sends this type of message to make up with me. But recently, maybe 2 weeks ago. I found his sextape that he and his bestfriends had sex with another girls, and one of the girls is my high school friend’

‘Oh shit’

‘Yeah, i guess this is might be his karma, or this is my revenge’

You talked with Lisa for a few minutes, trying to calm her down.

‘So. What you will do after this’ 

‘I might try to make up with him for few attempts, if I can't do it, I might officially announce that I'm single. But since I have found you…’

Lisa starts touching you again. Her sex appeal never loses, even her messy makeup. You still feel the same since the first time you met her.

‘Since I already found the best one. Why do I have to change the option? Why do I have to sacrifice my pussy to another man? Even though I am living a slutty life, but since I already found it, I should settle down with the person who I think is the best. Right, daddy?’

Lisa grabbed your head and kissed you, getting an intense kiss.

‘I guess the show is still going’

‘That’s what i’m trying to tell you, daddy’

In the end, Lisa and you decided to date privately. People still think that her ex-boyfriend and Lisa are still in a relationship. Little did they know. Her boyfriend never came back to her after that gangbang session. 

Lisa tilted her head, hat dipping low. “Hmm… am I?” Her hand trailed down, absentmindedly tugging at the tie of her bikini bottoms before letting it go again. She stood, brushing sand from her thighs, and offered you a hand. “Come on. The sun's almost gone. Let’s head back before the mosquitoes decide we’re dinner.”

The walk to the villa was quiet, save for waves crashing and Lisa’s humming. She walked ahead of you, hat bobbing slightly, crop top swaying. Every time she glanced back, there was that sly curve of her lips—like she knew exactly how much she was driving you crazy.

The villa’s glass doors slid shut behind you, muting the sound of the sea. Lisa tossed her hat aside and padded barefoot across the wooden floor, heading straight to the fridge. She grabbed two cold cocktails, condensation dripping as she handed you one.

She sat close—too close—legs brushing yours as she sipped, eyes locked on you over the rim of her glass. Finally, she smirked. “You really can’t hide it, you know.”

“Hide what?” you asked, feigning ignorance.

“The way you’ve been looking at me all day. Like you want to eat me alive.” She set her drink down, leaning so close you could feel her breath tickle your ear. “Do you?”

Your throat tightened. “Lisa…”

She pulled back just enough to search your face, her grin widening at your hesitation. “That’s what I thought.”

Lisa swung one leg over your lap, settling onto you with deliberate slowness. The thin fabric of her bikini bottoms pressed against you through your shorts. She rested her hands on your shoulders, eyes sparkling with playful challenge.

“You had your chance to deny it,” she whispered, brushing her lips over yours without closing the distance. “Now I want to see how badly you really want me.”

Her mouth finally captured yours, soft at first, then hungrier, teeth grazing your bottom lip. You kissed back eagerly, hands moving instinctively to her waist. She guided them higher, sliding your palms under her crop tee. Your fingers grazed warm skin, then the curve of her breasts—bare. No bra.

Lisa gasped into your mouth when you cupped her fully, nails digging lightly into your shoulders. “Mmh, that’s better,” she purred, rocking her hips slowly, grinding against you until your breath hitched.

You trailed kisses down her jaw, to her neck, then lower, tugging her shirt upward. She lifted her arms and let you peel it off, tossing it aside. Her chest rose and fell quickly, nipples already hard from the teasing breeze of the open window. You leaned down, sucking one into your mouth, tonguing the sensitive peak.

Lisa threw her head back with a soft moan, rolling her hips harder against you. “Fuck… don’t stop.”

Your hands roamed her back, then slid down to cup her ass through the bikini fabric, squeezing as she ground down. The friction made her whimper, nails raking through your hair as she held you closer to her chest.

But then, just when you thought she’d let it go further, Lisa pulled back with a wicked grin, lips swollen and glistening. “Not yet.” She climbed off your lap, standing tall and breathless, her skin flushed. “I want more than this. Come with me.”

She led you by the hand into the villa’s master bedroom, where floor-to-ceiling windows framed the ocean beyond. The sky was streaked with pinks and oranges, waves crashing gently below.

Lisa stopped at the edge of the bed, turning to face you. Her fingers hooked into the strings of her bikini bottoms, slowly tugging until the knot unraveled. The fabric slipped down her legs and pooled at her feet. She stood there completely naked now, skin glowing in the dim light.

“Your turn,” she murmured, eyes flicking to your clothes.

You stripped quickly, each layer leaving you more exposed under her watchful gaze. Lisa bit her lip when you finally stood bare before her. She stepped close, dragging her nails lightly down your chest, then pushed you onto the bed.

Climbing over you, she straddled your waist again, lowering herself with agonizing slowness until you sank into her warmth. Both of you gasped, the sudden tight heat stealing your breath. Lisa set the pace, rocking gently at first, her hands planted on your chest.

“God, you feel so good,” she moaned, tossing her hair back. She rode you deep, slow and deliberate, grinding her hips in circles that made you groan.

Your hands gripped her thighs, guiding her rhythm, but Lisa smirked, slapping one hand away. “No. I’m in control.” She leaned forward, bracing on your shoulders, hips snapping faster now.

The sound of her skin slapping against yours mixed with the creaking bed and her soft, broken moans. You couldn’t resist any longer—you grabbed her waist and flipped her onto her back, pressing deep inside her as her eyes widened.

“Fuck—yes!” she cried, legs wrapping around your hips. You thrust harder, faster, each movement making her back arch, breasts bouncing with every impact. Her nails raked across your shoulders, leaving burning trails.

You shifted, pulling her hips up slightly and plunging deeper, hitting a spot that made her scream out. “Right there, don’t stop, please!”

Her walls clenched around you, her moans rising with each thrust. She was close, trembling beneath you, gasping your name between desperate whimpers. You buried your face in her neck, driving harder, faster, until she broke with a loud cry, body shuddering violently as her climax hit.

Her release pushed you over the edge. With one final deep thrust, you spilled inside her, groaning against her skin. Both of you collapsed together, breathless and sweaty, hearts racing.

For a long moment, only the sound of waves and heavy breathing filled the room. Lisa’s chest rose and fell rapidly, her skin glistening under the fading sunset. She smiled lazily, brushing damp strands of hair from her face.

“See?” she whispered, tracing patterns on your chest with her fingertip. “I told you I’d make you melt.”

You chuckled weakly, kissing her temple. “You win.”

She shifted closer, curling against your side, her leg draped over yours. The ocean breeze cooled your heated skin as you held each other, the world outside fading to night.

Lisa sighed contently. “This vacation… just got a whole lot better.”

You looked down at her, brushing a thumb over her cheek. “I think it’s just the beginning.”

Her lips curled into that same teasing smile, softer now. “Good. Because I’m not letting you go.”

Leaning against the railing of a gleaming white yacht twice the size of mine, hair blowing in the breeze, oversized sunglasses perched on her nose like she didn’t know exactly how much she stood out. But she knew. Of course she knew.

She was wearing a silk dress—barely that. Pale blue, clinging to her hips, fluttering high enough in the wind to show long, bare legs and the way she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her nipples peaked visibly beneath the fabric. Her thighs gleamed in the sun.

Then he appeared. Tall, broad-shouldered, dark-haired. Matteo. Her new boyfriend. Ultra-rich. Probably Italian. Probably had a private jet and a chef who called him sir. He walked up behind her like he owned her—and she leaned back into it like she wanted to be owned.

They talked. I couldn’t hear a word. But I saw his hand slide down her arm, brushing her hip. I saw her tilt her head, point toward us. Toward me.

She knew.

They both did.

She wanted me to see.

She bent forward slightly, pressing her chest to the railing, presenting herself. Her dress fluttered up, revealing everything. No panties. Just bare skin and the promise of something filthy. He stepped behind her, pulled her hips back.

I gripped the binoculars tighter.

He fucked her right there.

I watched as he slid his cock between her legs, slow, deep, purposeful. Her mouth opened in a moan I couldn’t hear but knew. I’d heard it before. I’d made her sound like that. But now it was his name she gasped, his cock she gripped with her soaked, greedy cunt.

Her back arched, ass bouncing with each thrust. Her hands clutched the railing, knuckles white. She didn’t hold back. She wanted to be seen. She looked straight at us, face flushed, lips parted in a perfect little O of pleasure.

Matteo slapped her ass. She moaned louder.

My jaw clenched. My cock was hard, heavy against my thigh. I should’ve looked away. I didn’t.

Her hand moved under her body, circling her clit. She spread her legs wider, letting more light hit her slick, dripping folds. She twisted her hips to give me the best view. She knew exactly what she was doing.

"Fuck me harder!" she shouted, voice carrying over the water. "Let them see me cum!"

He obeyed.

Their bodies slapped together, wet and brutal. I watched the way her breasts bounced beneath the silk, the way her thighs shook. Her orgasm hit like a wave—her body convulsed, her scream echoing.

My hand moved down my stomach. I palmed myself through my shorts. I hated her. I loved her. I wanted to be the one wrecking her again.

Matteo came inside her. I could tell by the way his hips jerked, the way her body softened around him. He didn’t pull out. He stayed there, deep, holding her, whispering something against her ear that made her smile.

Then she turned.

Climbed onto a deck chair. Spread her legs. Still glistening. Still dripping.

He dropped to his knees between them, buried his mouth in her pussy, licking her clean like she belonged to him. Her moans were louder now. Her fingers tangled in his hair.

She came again, legs shaking, face beautiful in the sun. I watched every second.

When she finally pushed him away, panting, he stood. She rose too. Walked to the railing.

She looked straight at me.

Lifted her hand. Blew a kiss.

Then she dipped her fingers between her legs, scooped up his cum, and sucked it off with a smile.