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Starring : Male oc x Kwon Eunbi & Karina Aespa & Yujin Ive
Warning: These theme were contained incest, Mother-Son, Brother-sister, Voyager.
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Your father.
How does his figure come to mind? Is he a suitable man to be a role model for you? Is he a responsible man?
The answer was that he is an great man,responsible man and good father figure.
A question that has been ingrained in your mind all along.
How could you stabbing your father in the back by playing with fire with your mother? Messing with your sister and family. Shouldn't you be ashamed of the depraved things you did to your mother and older sister?
What if he knew about it, about the immoral and taboo things that you all have done.
And what you will do if that happens is...
***
The first thing you registered wasn't the dawn light filtering through the curtains, or the familiar ache in your shoulders from last night's exertion—it was the wet heat engulfing your cock before you'd even opened your eyes. Your hips jerked forward instinctively, a groan tearing from your throat as consciousness crashed over you in waves.
"Mom..." The word slipped from your lips in a sleep-thick whisper as consciousness seeped back in—each syllable weighed down by the syrupy haze of pleasure already coiling in your gut.
Your eyelids fluttered open to the obscene sight of Eunbi's lips stretched around your morning erection, her cheeks hollowed with practiced suction that sent jolts of electricity down your spine.
Eunbi pulled back with a wet pop, strands of saliva clinging to her swollen lips as she smiled up at you through her eyelashes—that same smile that used to greet you over breakfast bowls of steaming rice.
"Good morning, baby," she murmured, her voice husky from sleep and misuse, before swallowing you whole again with a groan that vibrated through your entire length.
Eunbi's mouth constricted around you with terrifying precision—that warm, wet vise of a throat milking your cock in rhythmic pulses timed to the twitch of your balls. You felt it first in your lower spine, that electric tightening no amount of willpower could stop.
"Mom—I'm gonna—" The warning tore from your throat half-strangled as her fingers dug into your thighs, nails biting flesh through the thin blanket.
Her response was to hollow her cheeks violently, the suction so abrupt your vision whited out as your hips jackknifed off the mattress.
The first spurt hit the back of her throat with a wet slap you felt in your molars. Eunbi's nostrils flared as she swallowed instinctively, her eyelashes fluttering like a hummingbird's wings against your trembling stomach.
You watched, hypnotized, as her throat worked around each subsequent pulse—the bob of her Adam's apple synchronizing with your contractions as she drank you down with shameless greed. A stray pearl of cum escaped the corner of her stretched lips; her tongue darted out to catch it with a slurp that made your softening cock twitch against her chin.
"Oh… So amazing, Mom," you groaned, still shuddering from the aftershocks as Eunbi pulled back with a wet pop. She chuckled—a low, throaty sound that sent heat pooling right back into your spent cock—while wiping the last glistening strands from her lips with the back of her hand.
"Take a shower first," she murmured, already sliding off the bed with that effortless grace that shouldn't exist after what you'd just done.
"Let me cook breakfast for us.”
After finishing the shower, steam still clung to your skin as you padded toward the kitchen, the scent of sizzling garlic and sesame oil pulling you forward like a lifeline.
The first shock wasn't the heat—it was the way morning light caught the curve of Eunbi's bare thighs beneath her apron straps, the fabric barely covering the swell of her ass as she bent over the stove. The second was the thin black strap of her thong cutting between those familiar cheeks, so obscenely visible you choked on your own breath.
Your palm connected with her right cheek before rational thought intervened—a sharp smack that made her yelp and nearly drop the spatula.
"Ouch... Baby!" Eunbi straightened with an exaggerated pout, rubbing the spot where your handprint bloomed pink across her skin. Her nipples peaked visibly beneath the apron's thin fabric as she fake-glared at you over her shoulder, the effect ruined by how her thighs pressed together instinctively.
"Oops... Sorry Mom," you lied, stepping closer to press against her back, your still-damp towel brushing her legs.
"I can't stand to see your juicy ass just... sitting there." Your fingers traced the thong's edge where it vanished between her cheeks, feeling her shiver against you.
Eunbi's gasp hitched when your index finger breached her tight rim, her cooking chopsticks clattering against the wok as her hips jerked forward instinctively.
The startled noise she made—half-protest, half-pleasure—dissolved into a shuddering moan as your tongue followed where your finger had been, lapping at the puckered flesh with slow, deliberate strokes that made her thighs quiver. Sesame oil sizzled violently in the pan behind her, forgotten as her fingers scrambled against the stovetop for purchase.
"Baby... What are you doing?" Her voice came out strangled, the syllables fracturing when your tongue swirled tighter around her rim, probing deeper with each pass.
The apron strings trembled against her bare waist where you'd untied them earlier, the fabric gaping open to reveal the flushed curve of her ass as you spread her wider.
"Trying to taste this one of yours hole , Mom," you murmured against her skin, the words vibrating through her sensitive flesh before diving back in with renewed hunger.
The salt-bitter tang of her musk flooded your senses as you worked her open with your tongue, each flick and thrust drawing out another broken sound from her throat. Her thong, already damp with arousal, stretched taut between her cheeks as her hips rocked back against your face in helpless little jerks.
Eunbi's protest dissolved into a wet gasp as your cockhead caught against her clenched rim, the slick friction drawing a shudder through her entire body.
"But—ah—mommy is cooking, Baby," she breathed, her fingers scrambling against the stovetop for purchase as her hips jerked backward instinctively. The wok behind her hissed violently as garlic burned, the acrid scent mingling with the musk of her arousal as you pressed forward—just enough to make her tight ring stretch around your tip without yielding.
"Are you refusing me to fill this hole of yours, Mom?" you murmured against the nape of her neck, teeth grazing the damp strands of hair clinging to her skin.
Your hands slid around her waist, fingertips digging into the softness of her belly before dragging upward to palm her breasts—still warm from sleep, the nipples pebbled beneath your touch.
Eunbi's hips jerked back against your cock with sudden, desperate urgency, her fingers scrambling against the stovetop as burning garlic filled the kitchen with acrid smoke.
"No... Mommy wants—" Her breath hitched when your thumb circled her clit through damp fabric, "—Mommy wants you to fuck her ass, baby."
Your grin widened into something feral as the wrinkled pucker of Eunbi's asshole fluttered against your cockhead, her body tensing then yielding in alternating waves that mirrored her ragged breathing. The first inch slipped in with obscene ease—her tight ring stretching around your girth with a wet pop that made her gasp sharp enough to cut glass.
"Your so big, baby," she whimpered, fingers scrambling against the stovetop as her thighs trembled—not in resistance but in anticipation.
"Fuck—you're so tight, Mom," you groaned through clenched teeth, the words scraping raw against your throat as Eunbi's anal muscles fluttered around your cock in frantic pulses. The heat was suffocating—a wet, clenching vice that threatened to milk your orgasm from you before you'd even found a rhythm.
Eunbi's body arched backward like a bowstring pulled taut, her hips rolling instinctively against yours as her asshole gradually adjusted to your girth. You could feel the exact moment her muscles stopped resisting—that subtle shift from painful clenching to hungry pulsing as her rim fluttered around your cock.
"That's it, Mom," you growled against the damp skin of her shoulder, fingers tightening around her hips hard enough to leave fleeting white marks.
"Take it all."
The first full thrust punched a scream from Eunbi's throat—high and shattered like broken crystal—her fingers scrambling against the stovetop as her legs trembled violently. Her hips jerked backward to meet your next thrust with startling precision, her body moving with a rhythm that felt both practiced and desperate. The apron strings trembled against her bare waist where they'd come undone, the fabric gaping open to reveal the flushed curve of her ass as you spread her wider with each snap of your hips.
Eunbi's moans shattered into fragmented whimpers with each thrust, her back arching as her apron straps slid down her shoulders. The fabric pooled around her waist, exposing the heavy swell of her breasts just as your hands closed over them—her nipples pebbled instantly beneath your palms.
"Urgh... Baby... Fuck Mommy's ass like that," she gasped, her words slurring as her hips rocked back to meet your movements. Your fingers dug into the soft flesh, kneading with rough urgency as her tits spilled between your fingers, the heat of her skin searing against yours.
The rhythmic slap of skin against skin filled the kitchen, drowning out the hiss of burnt garlic in the pan.
Eunbi's breath came in sharp, fractured gasps, her body trembling as you pistoned into her tight heat. Every time you pulled back, her asshole clung to your cock like a vise, reluctant to let you go, only to swallow you whole again with a wet slurp that sent shocks of pleasure up your spine. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, the soft weight of them a delicious contrast to the punishing grip of her ass around your length.
"Mommy, I want to cum," you gasped, fingers biting into the soft flesh of her hips as her asshole pulsed around you in erratic contractions. The words tasted like shattered glass on your tongue—sharp and dangerous and exhilarating.
Eunbi twisted her head to look at you over her shoulder, her lower lip caught between her teeth in a way that made her look twenty years younger. Sweat dripped down her temples, tracing the delicate hollow of her throat before disappearing beneath her askew apron.
"Inside, baby," she panted, rolling her hips backward with a filthy grind that made you see stars. "Cum inside Mommy's asshole."
The command tore through you like lightning.
Your hips snapped forward without conscious thought—one brutal, final thrust that buried you to the hilt in her clenching heat. The orgasm ripped through you with violent precision, your cock twitching as thick ropes of cum painted her inner walls white.
You felt each pulse—deep, shuddering bursts that made Eunbi's knees buckle beneath her. Her answering moan was muffled against her own forearm, her teeth sinking into the tender flesh as her body convulsed around you.
Hot semen flooded Eunbi's tight channel in viscous spurts, each jet hitting deeper than the last as her anal muscles milked you with greedy precision. The sensation was obscene—her body pulling your seed in with each contraction as if determined to claim every drop.
You could feelthe exact moment your cum began leaking around your still-hard cock, the warm slickness mixing with the sweat dripping down her trembling thighs.
Eunbi's breath came in fractured gasps as she slumped forward against the stovetop, her fingers scrambling for purchase against the now-cold pan. Her apron straps slid completely off her shoulders, pooling around her waist like a discarded afterthought. The burnt garlic scent had long been overpowered by the musk of sweat and sex—a heady combination that made your spent cock twitch inside her.
"Fuck," you groaned, your voice raw as you slowly pulled out, watching with rapt fascination as your cum dribbled from her gaping rim.
"Are you satisfied now?" she huffed, her lips pursed in a mock scowl that couldn't disguise the swollen redness from earlier.
A single strand of hair clung to her damp temple, her apron now properly retied though slightly askew, hiding the evidence of what you'd just done to her against the kitchen counter.
You caught her wrist before she could retreat, pressing a kiss to the inside where her pulse fluttered like a caged bird.
"Not even close," you murmured against her skin, grinning at the way her breath hitched despite her exasperated eye roll.
Then after minute ago, the kimchi fried rice was slightly burnt at the edges—just how you liked it—with crispy bits of garlic clinging to the underside of the fried egg Eunbi had placed on top.
You looked at your mother and then dared to speak after you hid a fact that might surprise her later.
"Mom, I need to say something".
"If you say, I'm pretty to want myself to leave you for the next round, forget it, Baby", Eunbi looks joking but you're serious.
"No, Mom!"
From the serious tone of your speech that made Eunbi turn into serious, "Say it, Baby!"
"Mom, Actually..."
****
"Noona....Karina Noona, wait me, please! "
Karina's stiletto heel clicked sharply against the pavement as she spun around, the midday sun catching the dangerous glint in her narrowed eyes.
"Do you know how much it hurt me," she hissed through clenched teeth, her manicured fingers curling into fists at her sides, "to defend that whore instead of your own sister?"
You dropped to your knees without thinking, the concrete biting through the fabric of your jeans as you stared up at her. Shadows from the overhead awning striped her face unevenly, making her expression unreadable except for the furious tremble of her bottom lip.
"I'm sorry, Noona," you whispered, the apology tasting like ash in your mouth, "I know I'm wrong. I regret it that I didn't... I don't believe you.”
Karina's arms remained crossed, the sharp angles of her elbows catching sunlight as she listened with an expression carved from ice.
You could see the exact moment public scrutiny pricked her composure—her shoulders tensing as passersby slowed their steps, murmurs rising like steam from pavement cracks.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" The whisper tore from her clenched teeth, her stiletto tapping an erratic rhythm against concrete.
Karina's fingers flew to her temple, nails digging crescent moons into skin as she hissed through bared teeth: "Jesus Christ. You fucking embarrassed me. Get up! Now.”
"I won't stand up until you forgive me, Noona," you repeated, louder this time, drawing curious glances from passing students whose whispers prickled the back of your neck like static electricity.
Karina's jaw tightened visibly—you watched the muscle twitch beneath her pearl-pale skin—before her shoulders slumped in exasperation.
"Okay, fine," she hissed through clenched teeth, her manicured fingers flicking dismissively as she glanced around at the gathering onlookers.
"I forgive you. Now get your ass up, now", The last word cracked like a whip, her heel grinding against pavement for emphasis.
You smiled—too sharp, too tight—and followed Karina's staccato footsteps down the alleyway, her stilettos clicking like a metronome counting down to something inevitable.
"About the video you sent," you started, your voice carefully neutral despite the acid churning in your gut, "is it true that Yujin and—"
Karina whirled so fast her hair lashed your cheek like a whip. "Do you think I'm lying, huh?" Her manicured finger jabbed into your sternum hard enough to bruise.
The words tasted like sawdust in your mouth even as you said .
"It's just one minute... So it's possible to deepfake, right?" You swallowed hard, watching Karina's expression twist with something between pity and disgust," They can't do it, right?”
"Follow me!" she snapped without turning, her voice sharp enough to slice through the humid afternoon air.
"Where—?"
"To prove to the fucking blind eyes of yours that fucking whore cheat on you, asshole," she hissed over her shoulder, nails biting deeper as she cut through an alleyway strewn with discarded takeout containers.
The motel's neon vacancy sign flickered like a dying heartbeat as Karina dragged you through the peeling lobby doors.
The receptionist barely glanced up from his magazine—some faded gossip rag featuring a decade-old celebrity scandal—until Karina's stiletto cracked against the linoleum like a gunshot.
"I need lemonade," Karina announced, her voice slicing through the stale air.
Her fingers drummed an impatient rhythm on the chipped countertop, French tips clicking like tiny knives.
The receptionist blinked slowly, his gaze drifting from Karina's heaving chest to the sweat beading on your temple.
"Sorry miss," he drawled, scratching at a patch of stubble, "we don't have that."
"It's hot here," she repeated through clenched teeth, the words sharp enough to slice through the motel's stale air.
"I heard your lemonade is fresh."
The receptionist—a gaunt man with nicotine-stained fingers—didn't even glance up from his magazine this time.
"Like I said, miss," he drawled, flipping a dog-eared page with deliberate slowness, "we only got Orange."
You blinked, sweat trickling down your temple as the exchange coiled tight around your ribs like barbed wire. Something about the way Karina's heel tapped morse code against the floorboards—three quick, one slow—made your stomach drop.
Then with a grin Karina said, "I'll make it lemonade," her crimson lips curling around the words like a predator baring teeth.
The receptionist smiled—a slow, knowing thing—and handed the key to Karina while saying, "Welcome miss, I hope you like our service later," his yellowed fingernails brushing her palm just a second too long.
After taking the elevator and passing through several hallways of the hotel room, the two of you arrived at the far end of the room without a number.
The key turned with a rusty screech, the motel door swinging open to reveal a room that smelled of Pine-scented bleach and something darker underneath. Your pulse hammered against your ribs as Karina's stiletto heels clicked across the threadbare carpet—each step precise as a sniper's bullet—toward the lone monitor humming on the dresser.
"What room is this, Noona?" Your voice came out hoarse, cracking like cheap varnish on the last syllable.
Karina's reflection in the darkened screen showed lips curving slow as a sickle moon.
"You'll find out," she murmured, fingers trailing across the monitor's power button and pressing it.
The monitor flickered to life with a static hiss, revealing a grainy CCTV-style feed that made your stomach drop. There she was—Yujin, unmistakable in her school uniform.
"What the hell is this, Noona?" The words tore from your throat like shrapnel.
Karina's fingertip tapped the monitor with a manicured click.
"Proof," she said, voice dripping with venomous triumph, "This is a video captured by a mini camera in one of the rooms of this motel. On live."
The screen flickered with digital ghosts—Yujin's familiar laugh lines pixelated into something strange. Your fingers twitched toward the monitor as if you could reach through and shake her by the shoulders until this stopped being real.
"Noona, this has to be—" Your throat closed around the lie.
Then the screen flickered again, and then the door swung open. The figure that stepped inside moved with a familiar gait—shoulders slightly hunched, that particular way of turning his wrist when pushing hair from his eyes. Your breath caught in your throat like a hooked fish as the man pulled Yujin into a crushing embrace, his hands already working at her uniform buttons with practiced efficiency.
The man lifted his face from Yujin's neck, his profile illuminated by the bedside lamp—You know him. You're familiar with him. He knows you better.
He is your father.
"Still don't believe it?" Karina voice was flat, lifeless, like the hollow tone of a doctor delivering terminal news.
You keep silent.
Actually, you already know that your father and Yujin had an affair secretly through a video sent by Karina the other day, But you tried to deny it until it was proven now.
The screen pulsed like an open wound—Yujin's bare thighs clamping around your father's waist as he lifted her onto the motel bed with a grunt that vibrated through the tinny speakers. Your vision tunneled until all that remained was the obscene glide of his tongue along her collarbone, the way her fingers twisted in his graying hair with possessive urgency.
The screen burned brighter than the overhead bulb—Yujin's lips stretched obscenely around your father's cock while her fingertips traced the veins bulging along its length. A wet pop*echoed through the tinny speakers as she pulled back, her tongue darting out to lick the flushed head with theatrical slowness.
Your father groaned, his fingers tightening in her hair—that same paternal grip that once steadied your bicycle now forcing her mouth deeper onto his shaft.
The monitor's speakers crackled with Yujin's breathy moan—"Daddy... You fuck me so good"—as your father's hips snapped forward, plunging his cock into her with a wet slap that made your vision pulse red at the edges.
His hands, the same ones that once patted your head after little league games, now gripped Yujin's thighs hard enough to leave crescent-shaped indents in her flesh.
It was disgusting and pain inside your heart.
Karina's stiletto tapped a nervous rhythm against the motel's threadbare carpet, her breath coming in shallow bursts that fogged the stale air between you.
When you turned your head toward her, her cheeks burned crimson—not from anger, but from something darker, wetter. Her thighs squeezed together instinctively, the whisper of nylon against nylon louder than the tinny moans still spilling from the monitor.
"You... you like this," you breathed, watching her pupils dilate as your father's grunts punctuated Yujin's falsetto cries.
Karina's protest tore through the stale motel air like a paper-thin lie, "No, I don't!" Her fingers twitched against yours, slick with sweat despite the AC unit rattling in the corner.
On screen, Yujin arched backward with a silent scream as your father's hips pistoned forward—the motel bedframe slamming against the wall in a rhythm that matched Karina's suddenly shallow breathing.Her grip tightened with each thrust, her manicured nails biting crescents into your palm.
You watched—transfixed—as Karina's lower lip disappeared between her teeth, her free hand drifting unconsciously to the hem of her skirt. The harder your father fucked Yujin on screen, the more Karina's thighs pressed together, the nylon whisper of her stockings louder than the tinny audio feed.
The monitor's glow painted Karina's trembling lips blue as your father's grunts filled the motel room—each thrust against Yujin's body seeming to vibrate through Karina's tense shoulders. Her breath hitched when Yujin's back arched on screen, fingers clawing at the sheets while your father's hips pistoned with brutal efficiency.
Karina's knees buckled slightly, her stiletto scraping the carpet as her thighs pressed tighter together.
"I hate this," she whispered hoarsely—but her hand was already guiding yours beneath her skirt with desperate urgency. The lace trim of her panties was soaked through, heat radiating through the damp fabric before you even touched skin.
Karina's breath hitched as your fingers brushed the soaked lace clinging to her folds—her thighs tensed, then parted with a shudder that betrayed her earlier protests. The monitor's glow painted her trembling lips blue as Yujin's falsetto cries filled the motel room, each moan seeming to vibrate through Karina's body like an electric current.
"Touch me, please ," she whimpered, her manicured nails digging into your wrist as she ground against your tentative fingers.
The anger and emotion over Yujin's and your father's betrayal needed an outpouring, and now, Karina offered it.
Your fingers squeezed Karina's labia with punishing force, the wet heat of her arousal slick against your knuckles as she gasped into your mouth. The kiss wasn't tender—it was teeth and tongue and the metallic tang of blood where her lip split against yours.
Karina whimpered, her body arching toward you even as her hands scrambled at your shoulders in weak protest, her stiletto digging into your calf as she rocked against your palm with frantic urgency.
The monitor behind you flickered—Yujin's ecstatic scream tinny through cheap speakers—as you shoved Karina backward onto the motel bed. Her skirt rode up around her waist, revealing the ruined lace of her panties stretched taut between trembling thighs.
You didn't bother removing them—just yanked the fabric aside with a tearing sound that made Karina's breath hitch, then drove two fingers into her without preamble. Her back arched off the mattress, a broken moan escaping her throat as her hips jerked to meet your thrusts.
Yujin's voice crackled through the tinny motel speakers—"Daddy, I want to cum"*—her whimper punctuated by the rhythmic slap of flesh against flesh.
Your fingers inside Karina stuttered, then matched the brutal pace on screen thrust for thrust. The wet squelch of Karina's arousal filled the stale air louder than the monitor's audio, her thighs clamping around your wrist like a vise as you crooked your fingers just so.
"Fuck—yes—like that," Karina gasped, her head thrashing against the yellowed pillowcase.
The monitor's flickering light painted sweat-slick streaks down her neck, each moan from Yujin seeming to spur her hips into a more desperate grind. You watched Karina's abdomen clench, the muscles fluttering beneath her skin as her orgasm built—so close, so fucking close—while your father's grunts through the speakers grew louder, more urgent.
The tinny speakers crackled with Yujin's falsetto scream—"Daddy, I'm cumming!"—just as Karina's thighs clamped around your wrist like a vice.
Her back arched off the motel bed with a violence that sent her stiletto flying across the room, the heel cracking against the baseboard as her hips bucked wildly. You felt it before you saw it—the sudden gush of warm liquid flooding your fingers, her inner muscles pulsing in erratic contractions that soaked the ruined lace of her panties and left dark streaks on the motel's threadbare sheets.
Karina's breath is still choking but emotions are still hanging in your mind, emotions betrayed, anger and disappointment.
Suddenly, the monitor's speakers crackled—your father's guttural moan slicing through the motel room's stale air as he pounded into Yujin with renewed fervor.
"Urgh... Karina... Your pussy is so beautiful, my daughter. Daddy wanted to cum inside you."
You froze.
Confused.
The words hit like a physical blow—sharp and sudden—leaving your lungs empty.
Karina's breath hitched beside you, her body going rigid as tears welled in her widened eyes. They spilled over in silent streaks, tracing the contours of her flushed cheeks before dripping onto the motel's yellowed sheets.
The monitor's flickering light caught the wet tracks, making them gleam like exposed nerves.
Karina's lips trembled—her carefully painted lipstick smeared in jagged streaks like war paint after battle. Tears spilled from the folds of her eyes in hot, silent rivers, cutting through her foundation in glistening tracks.
"I can explain," she whispered, the words cracking like thin ice underfoot.
***
"Mom, Actually, Dad is cheating on you" .
The wry smile that curled her lips didn't reach her eyes—those dark pools reflected only the ghost of something long anticipated.
"I knew it," she murmured, turning the words over like a stone smoothed by river currents.
"Since when?" Your voice cracked like dry wood in a silent house. The kitchen smelled of burnt garlic and something sour underneath—sweat, maybe, or the metallic tang of betrayal lingering in the air. "And why did you let it?"
She wasn't looking at you—her gaze fixed somewhere beyond the window where afternoon light sliced through the blinds in sharp lines.
"It's been a long time," she said, the words measured, careful. A confession wrapped in cellophane. "And the reason for this is because I just want to maintain the integrity of our family.”
Eunbi's thumbs traced the curve of your cheekbones, her touch lingering where sweat had dried in the afternoon heat. The pads of her fingers trembled slightly—not with hesitation, but with something darker, hungrier.
Your mother was gone now, replaced by someone whose pupils dilated when your breath hitched.
"But all of that doesn't matter anymore," she murmured, pressing closer until the heat of her body bled through your shirt. "I've found something more precious than all of those things", she leaned in, her breath hot against your ear.
"And it's you. I love you, baby." Her teeth grazed your earlobe, sharp enough to make you gasp.
(Alice's Sohee X Dreamcatcher's Yoohyeon X Male Reader) Wordcount: 10113 words
You press your body down against Sohee’s back, pinning her smaller frame into the mattress as you thrust deep into her tight pussy from behind. She’s lying flat on her stomach, completely naked. Her legs are slightly spread beneath you. Her cute face is turned to the side, cheek pressed against the sheets. Her mouth is open in a constant stream of soft moans. Her dark hair is messy and fanned out across the pillow.
You’re in full prone bone position, your chest pressed against her back, hips flush against her round ass, cock buried deep inside her dripping cunt. The angle is deep. Every slow, heavy thrust makes her body sink further into the bed as you grind against her.
“Fuck… baby.”
You groan into her ear. Rolling your hips, you push your cock even deeper into her tight heat.
“You feel so fucking good like this.”
Sohee whimpers, her fingers clutching the sheets.
“Ahh… oppa… it’s so deep…”
Her voice is muffled against the mattress. Her pussy clenches hard around your shaft as you slowly pull back and drive in again. Those hard, long strokes make her ass jiggle softly with every impact.
You slide one arm under her chest, wrapping it around her soft tits and pulling her upper body slightly up against you while your other hand grips her slim waist. The new leverage lets you fuck her harder with deep, possessive thrusts that make the bed creak beneath you.
Sohee’s moans grow louder and needier. Her tight little pussy gets wetter with every stroke, coating your cock and dripping down onto the sheets. Her ass feels perfect against your pelvis. Big, soft, round, and warm as you pound into her. You lean down and kiss the side of her neck, then gently bite her shoulder as you start fucking her with more force. The wet sound of your cock sliding in and out of her soaked cunt fills the room.
“Mmm-! Harder… please…”
Sohee begs, pushing her ass back against you as much as she can in this pinned position.
“Fuck me harder, oppa…”
You growl softly and give her exactly what she wants. Your hips snap forward faster, driving your cock into her pussy with deep, relentless strokes. The position lets you completely dominate her, your weight pressing her down, your cock reaching places that make her tremble and whimper uncontrollably beneath you.
Sohee’s legs kick weakly against the mattress, toes curling as pleasure overwhelms her. Her soft ass cushions your hips as you grind against her. Just as you start picking up the pace even further, thrusting harder into her wet heat-
Ding-dong
The doorbell rings through the apartment.
Both of you freeze instantly. Your cock is still buried deep inside her, throbbing against her walls. Sohee’s breath catches in her throat. You wait a few seconds, hoping whoever it is will go away. When nothing happens, you slowly start moving again with gentle, shallow thrusts, trying not to make too much noise as you stay buried in her pussy.
Sohee whimpers. Her voice is shaky with both pleasure and disappointment.
“O-oppa… stop… please…”
She manages, even as her pussy clenches around you involuntarily.
The doorbell rings again. It sounds louder and more impatient this time.
You groan in frustration, hips still pressed tightly against her ass. Neither of you moves. Your cock twitches inside her, desperate to keep going.
Ding-dong
A third, longer ring echoes through the apartment and Sohee lets out a soft, frustrated sigh.
“We… we have to get the door…”
You sigh as well and lean down, pressing one last tender kiss to the back of her head, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair.
“Fuck… okay.”
You slowly pull your cock out of her pussy, watching as her tight hole clenches around nothing. Sohee lets out a soft, needy whine at the sudden emptiness. Then, she pushes herself up on shaky arms and quickly adjusts her dress, pulling it back down over her ass and thighs. Her cheeks are flushed, hair slightly messy, and her legs look unsteady as she stands up. You quickly pull your pants back on, still painfully hard and frustrated. The two of you walk toward the front door together, Sohee trying to fix her hair with her fingers while you stay close behind her.
Whoever is at the door better have a damn good reason for interrupting.
The moment the door swings open, you both see Yoohyeon standing there. Sohee’s cousin. She looks absolutely devastated. Her eyes are red and puffy, fresh tears streaming down her cheeks. Her usual bright aura is completely gone. She’s still in her practice clothes, hair slightly messy, shoulders slumped.
“Sohee-ya…”
Yoohyeon’s voice cracks as soon as she sees her cousin.
Sohee’s eyes widen in shock.
“Unnie?! What happened?!”
You take a few steps back instinctively, giving them space. Your cock is still painfully hard in your pants, throbbing from being buried inside Sohee just moments ago. You were really hoping this would be a quick interruption so you could get right back to fucking her senseless… but judging by Yoohyeon’s face, that’s clearly not happening.
“I’ll get you some water.”
You mutter quietly, excusing yourself and heading toward the kitchen. You keep one ear open as you grab a glass and fill it with cold water. From the entrance, you hear Yoohyeon’s broken voice.
“I… I caught him cheating.”
She sobs into Sohee’s arms.
“I came home early from practice and he was… he was in our bed with another girl. I just… I left. I didn’t know where else to go…”
“Oh my god, unnie…”
Sohee’s voice is full of sympathy. You hear her pulling Yoohyeon into a tighter hug.
“Come here… I’m so sorry. That bastard. Are you okay?”
You walk back from the kitchen with the glass of water just as Sohee gently leads a crying Yoohyeon toward the living room couch. Sohee has her arm wrapped comfortingly around her taller cousin’s shoulders, rubbing her back.
Yoohyeon sits down heavily on the couch, still sniffling. Sohee sits right beside her, holding her hand. You quietly place the glass of water on the coffee table in front of them. Yoohyeon gives you a weak, teary-eyed nod of thanks, but she’s clearly too emotional to say much.
Sohee glances at you for a brief second - a mix of apology and lingering heat in her eyes - before turning her full attention back to her cousin.
“It’s going to be okay, unnie.”
She says, stroking Yoohyeon’s hair.
“You can stay here as long as you need. We’ve got you.”
Yoohyeon leans against Sohee’s shoulder, fresh tears falling.
“I feel so stupid… I really loved him…”
You stand awkwardly a few steps away, but then glance toward the entrance and notice a medium-sized suitcase sitting by the door. Yoohyeon must have brought it with her. Not wanting to just stand there awkwardly while the two cousins talk, you quietly pick it up and carry it down the hallway to the guest room. You set the suitcase neatly beside the bed, giving them some privacy. When you return to the living room, the atmosphere is heavy with emotion.
Sohee is still sitting close to Yoohyeon on the couch, one arm wrapped around her cousin’s shoulders. She’s speaking in the sweetest, softest voice, gently stroking Yoohyeon’s hair and rubbing her back.
“It’s not your fault, unnie. He’s the idiot who ruined everything. You deserve so much better… You’re beautiful, talented, and kind. He never deserved you.”
But when Sohee briefly glances up at you, her eyes tell a completely different story. There’s clear, burning anger in them. A sharp, protective fury directed at Yoohyeon’s now ex-boyfriend. Her jaw is slightly clenched even as she keeps her voice gentle and comforting for her cousin.
Yoohyeon keeps sniffling, fresh tears soaking into Sohee’s shoulder as she clings to her.
“I just… I thought he loved me…”
You stay quiet, standing a respectful distance away. Sohee continues consoling her for several more minutes until Yoohyeon’s sobs slowly start to ease. Her crying turns into soft, tired sniffles. Sohee gently wipes the tears from Yoohyeon’s cheeks with her thumb and offers a warm smile.
“Unnie… how about you take a nice hot shower? Wash all of today off. Then we can go out and eat something good. My treat. We can talk more, or just eat and forget about that trash for a while. What do you think?”
Yoohyeon nods weakly, managing a small, grateful smile.
“…Okay. Thank you, Sohee-ya. I’m sorry for showing up like this…”
“Don’t apologize.”
Sohee says, hugging her again.
“You’re family. You can come here anytime.”
Yoohyeon slowly gets up and heads toward the bathroom, still looking drained. Sohee watches her go with concerned eyes before turning back to you.
The moment Yoohyeon disappears down the hallway, Sohee lets out a long, frustrated sigh. The sweet expression she wore for her cousin vanishes, replaced by visible irritation. She looks at you, biting her lip, clearly still worked up from both the interrupted sex and her cousin’s situation.
The second Yoohyeon closes the bathroom door behind her, Sohee snaps. Her eyes blaze with a mix of frustration and raw lust. Before you can even say anything, she pushes you hard toward the armchair. You stumble back and drop into it, and Sohee immediately climbs on top of you, straddling your lap. Her dress rides up her thighs as she yanks your pants down just enough to free your hard cock. Without a single word, she grabs your shaft, lines it up with her soaked pussy, and sinks down hard.
“Fuck-”
You groan as her tight heat engulfs you completely. Sohee doesn’t ease into it. She starts riding you immediately, fast and aggressive, slamming herself down onto your cock with unusual force. Her hips snap violently, taking every inch of you again and again. The armchair creaks under the rough rhythm.
It doesn’t take long before the anger fully takes over. Her riding turns savage. It’s now hard, angry bounces that make her ass slap against your thighs.
You groan too.
Slap!
Sohee’s hand connects sharply with your cheek. Her eyes are dark and commanding as she snarls right in your face.
“Shut the fuck up.”
You swallow the next moan, heart racing. You don’t mind this side of her at all. Not when she’s using your cock like this to vent her rage. Her tight pussy squeezes you mercilessly as she rides you even harder, grinding and bouncing with pure aggression.
But Sohee can’t stay completely quiet either. Soft, angry moans and heavy breaths start slipping from her lips despite her best efforts. She presses her lips together tightly, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as she tries to hold back her sounds. Her nails dig into your shoulders through your shirt as she fucks herself on your cock.
“Sohee… slow down a little-”
She leans in fast and sinks her teeth into your earlobe, biting hard enough to make you hiss.
“Be quiet.”
You can barely hear the sound of the running shower over Sohee’s heavy breathing and the wet sounds of her pussy sliding up and down your cock. She keeps destroying herself on you, chasing her own release while using you to take out her anger at her cousin’s ex. Her hot breath fans against your ear with every moan she fails to hold back. Her tight walls flutter and clench around you as she rides you like she’s trying to break you.
Her hips keep slamming down onto you with raw, desperate force, riding your cock like she’s trying to punish it. Her tight pussy grips you harder as she grinds and bounces with furious need. You can feel her getting closer. Her walls flutter aggressively around your shaft.
And you’re right there with her. Your hands dig into her ass, helping her move faster as the pressure builds rapidly in your core. Both of you are breathing hard, trying desperately to stay quiet with Yoohyeon just down the hall in the shower.
Sohee suddenly leans forward and sinks her teeth into your shoulder, biting down hard through your shirt to muffle the loud moan threatening to escape her. The sharp pain only turns you on more. You bite your own lip, stifling your own groans as your cock throbs violently inside her.
Then it hits both of you at the same time. Sohee’s pussy clenches tightly around your cock as she cums, her whole body shaking on top of you. Her walls milk you rhythmically, squeezing and pulsing as if trying to drain you completely. You thrust up into her one last time and explode, pumping thick ropes of cum deep into her cunt. You fill her up to the brim, groaning into her hair as you empty everything you have inside her.
For a few long seconds, the only sounds are your heavy breathing and the faint noise of the shower running. Sohee slowly lifts her head from your shoulder, her face flushed and eyes slightly dazed. She looks at you with a mix of satisfaction and guilt.
“I’m sorry…”
She whispers, still sitting on your cock.
“I couldn’t hold back.”
You shake your head, still catching your breath.
“It’s okay.”
But Sohee shakes her head, looking genuinely apologetic.
“No… I’m sorry that we won’t have as much intimacy now that Yoohyeon unnie is here. She needs me right now, and I…”
You reach up and gently cup her cheek.
“Hey, it’s really okay. The most important thing right now is that Yoohyeon feels better. We can be patient.”
Sohee’s expression softens. She leans in and kisses you deeply, her lips lingering against yours for a long moment.
“Thank you.”
She shifts slightly and winces.
“Ah… your cum is leaking out.”
With a small, embarrassed laugh, Sohee carefully lifts herself off your cock. A thick trickle of your cum drips from her pussy down her inner thigh. She quickly pulls her dress back into place, trying to clean herself up as best as she can with her hand.
She gives you one last soft smile before standing up on slightly shaky legs.
“I should put on some underwear before we go out.”
You slowly wake up in your bed, blinking against the morning light filtering through the curtains. It’s been exactly one week since Yoohyeon showed up crying at your door. And it’s been one of the most sexually frustrating weeks of your entire life.
You stretch your arms, feeling the familiar ache of unmet need between your legs. Your cock is already half-hard just from the thoughts running through your head.
The situation with Yoohyeon has been… challenging.
She hasn’t been home that often, which is the only thing keeping you sane. Most days she leaves early for intense workouts or long practice sessions at the company, trying to burn off the pain from her breakup. But whenever she is home… she makes it incredibly difficult.
Yoohyeon has apparently decided that “comfortable” clothing means as little fabric as possible.
Just two days ago you walked into the kitchen in the morning and found her standing there in nothing but an oversized t-shirt and a pair of tiny black panties. The shirt barely covered her ass, and when she reached up for something in the cabinet, you got a full view of her long legs and the underside of her chest. She didn’t even flinch when she noticed you. She just smiled sleepily and said good morning like it was completely normal.
Because you’re Sohee’s boyfriend, she seems to trust you completely. There’s zero shame in her eyes when you accidentally walk in on her half-dressed. That trust somehow makes it even worse. If she was actively teasing you, at least you could feel guilty about looking. But she’s just… comfortable. Natural. And that makes staring at her tall, toned, incredibly sexy body feel like torture.
On top of that, your sex life with Sohee has taken a serious hit. The two of you have only managed to sneak in quick, quiet sessions twice in the past week. No more rough fucking in the middle of your apartment. Just careful, hushed sex when Yoohyeon is either asleep or out.
You shuffle out of the bedroom still half asleep, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. Your hair is messy. Your eyes are barely open. And your morning wood is straining against the fabric. The apartment is quiet. Sohee left early for her schedule. She’d kissed your cheek and whispered goodbye before slipping out. The door to Yoohyeon’s guest room is wide open. She must have left for practice or the gym already.
You yawn and start heading toward the kitchen for some water when your phone vibrates in your hand. You unlock it and nearly drop the phone.
Sohee sent you three new pictures.
The first one shows her in a tight red off-shoulder top and jeans, looking over her shoulder with a seductive little smirk, her waist and hips on full display. The second is a close-up of her face, finger on her lips, eyes full of mischief. The third is her posing playfully, midriff exposed, that little silver chain around her waist catching the light.
“I miss having you inside my ass every night, oppa…”
Your cock twitches hard. The frustration of the past week hits you even harder. All those interrupted moments, quiet quickies, and having to hold back because Yoohyeon is staying here… it’s been driving you insane.
You don’t even make it to the kitchen. You stumble over to the couch and drop down. You pull your boxers down just enough for your throbbing cock to spring free. You open Sohee’s pictures again and wrap your hand around your shaft. Your mind floods with memories. How tight and hot her ass always feels. The way she moans when you stretch her open. How she pushes back against you when you fuck her deep.
Your hand moves faster. You stare at the picture of her ass in those tight jeans and imagine pulling them down, spreading her cheeks, and sliding your cock into that perfect, tight little hole. The way she always whimpers and clenches around you when you’re buried balls-deep in her ass…
“Fuck… Sohee…”
You groan, stroking harder now.
Your hips start bucking slightly into your fist as you lose yourself in the fantasy, remembering how she used to beg you to cum inside her ass, how she’d squeeze so perfectly around you when she came.
In your head, she’s bouncing on your cock in reverse, her tight hole swallowing every inch as her ass ripples with every drop. You can almost feel how hot and snug she is, how she clenches around you when she gets close.
Your hand strokes faster, your groans filling the quiet living room as you chase the fantasy. Your head rolls back against the couch, eyes half-closed, lost in the memory of how her ass used to milk you every night before Yoohyeon moved in.
You let out a low, needy groan-
A soft gasp on your left.
Your head snaps to the side.
Yoohyeon
She’s standing there frozen in the hallway entrance, wearing a blue cropped zip-up jacket and tiny denim shorts. Her eyes are wide, mouth hanging open in shock as she stares directly at your hand furiously stroking your hard cock in the middle of the living room.
For a split second, time seems to stop.
Yoohyeon’s gaze flicks from your face, down to your exposed cock, and back up again. Her cheeks flush bright red, but she doesn’t immediately look away. She just stands there, stunned.
You freeze mid-stroke, heart hammering in your chest, cock still twitching in your grip.
For several long, agonizing seconds, neither of you moves or speaks.
Then Yoohyeon’s eyes flick up to your face again. Her lips move like she wants to say something, but no words come out. She swallows visibly. Then her gaze drops back down to your cock for a brief moment before snapping back up again.
“I… I thought you left with Sohee…”
She finally whispers. Her hands fidget nervously at her sides.
You quickly try to pull your boxers up, but it’s far too late. She’s already seen everything.
“I’m… fuck, I’m sorry.”
You stammer, face burning with embarrassment. Your heart is pounding so hard you can hear it in your ears.
“I didn’t know you were still home.”
Yoohyeon bites her lower lip, looking incredibly flustered. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, but she still hasn’t turned away or walked back to her room. The silence stretches again. Your cock twitches in your lap, still painfully hard. Yoohyeon’s eyes drop to it once more. She quickly looks away, but not before you catch the way her thighs press together.
“I should… I should go.”
She mumbles, but her feet don’t move. Her voice is a shaky mix of embarrassment and something else. The air feels thick with tension. The images of Sohee are still open on your phone, lying on the couch beside you. Yoohyeon’s eyes flick toward the screen for a split second before returning to you. She looks torn between bolting back to her room and staying right where she is.
“I’m really sorry.”
You say again.
“I thought I was alone. Sohee left early and the door to your room was open so I assumed…”
Yoohyeon swallows hard, cheeks still burning.
“It’s… it’s okay. I didn’t mean to walk in on you. I just forgot my charger and…”
Her eyes flick down to your cock again for a second before she forces them back up to your face.
You should cover up. You know you should. But the way she’s looking at you - flustered, curious, and clearly turned on - makes you hesitate.
“It’s been… a really long time for me.”
She admits quietly, almost like she can’t stop the words from coming out.
“Since my ex… I haven’t had sex in months. And even before that… I didn’t feel desired. He barely touched me toward the end.”
Her voice cracks slightly as she continues.
“I thought I was over it, but walking in on you like this… seeing you so hard and horny… it just reminds me how long it’s been since anyone wanted me like that.”
Your hand slowly moves back to your cock without you thinking about it. You wrap your fingers around the shaft and give it a slow stroke, right in front of her. Yoohyeon’s eyes widen as she watches you, but she still doesn’t turn away.
Your gaze travels shamelessly over her body. The cropped jacket hugs her chest. Her toned stomach is on display. Those tiny denim shorts barely cover her long legs and perfect ass. She looks incredibly hot standing there.
Yoohyeon’s breathing quickens. Her thighs press together as she watches your hand move up and down your cock, her eyes dark with a mix of shock and undeniable arousal.
“You look really good right now.”
You say quietly, still stroking.
“Really fucking sexy.”
“I… I can’t believe you’re so hard right now… for me.”
Her gaze stays fixed on your throbbing cock.
“Of course I am. You have an amazing body, Yoohyeon. Look at you… so fucking hot.”
She blushes deeply. Then she glances away for a second, suddenly self-conscious.
“Sohee probably has a better body than me…”
“Your body is just as amazing as Sohee’s.”
Yoohyeon glances at you, a shy but pleased smile tugging at her lips. The compliment seems to boost her confidence, even though her cheeks are still burning red.
She steps a little closer. Her eyes drop to your cock again as you continue jerking off to her.
“I… I can’t stop looking at it.”
She admits in a hushed, embarrassed voice.
“I know.”
You reply with a small smirk.
“You’ve been staring.”
Yoohyeon blushes even harder, but she doesn’t deny it. Instead, she moves closer until she’s standing right in front of you. Then, slowly, she lowers herself down until she’s kneeling between your legs, her face now level with your throbbing cock.
“It looks even bigger from this angle…”
Her warm breath ghosts over the sensitive head of your cock, making it twitch hard in your hand. You can feel the heat of her exhale on your skin.
“Yoohyeon… are you sure about this?”
She looks up at you from between your legs. Her big eyes are shiny with hesitation and desire. Her cheeks are flushed a deep pink. After a moment, she shyly nods.
“I… I want it really bad right now. And… it’s not like you’d be cheating if I just give you head, right?”
You open your mouth to respond - you’re not entirely sure her logic holds up - but before you can form a single word, Yoohyeon leans forward and wraps her soft, warm lips around the head of your cock. She starts her blowjob slow, caressing your cock with loving licks.
A few minutes later, Yoohyeon rises from her knees. She climbs onto your lap, straddling you on the couch. Her legs settle on either side of your thighs as she sits down, pressing her body against yours. The heat of her core radiates through her shorts as she settles right on top of your throbbing, saliva-slick cock. She looks down at you, cheeks flushed, clearly nervous but excited. She reaches down between your bodies and gently guides your slick cock between her warm, thick thighs, pressing them tightly together.
The moment her soft, smooth flesh envelops your shaft, you let out a deep, involuntary moan.
“Fuck… Yoohyeon…”
Her thighs are incredibly soft yet toned. Years of dancing and working out has given them that perfect plush thickness. The heat radiating from her skin combined with how tightly she squeezes them around your cock feels heavenly. Your hands instinctively move to her thighs, gripping and kneading the soft flesh. Your fingers sink into her skin as you squeeze and caress them, completely mesmerized.
Yoohyeon lets out a shaky moan, biting her lip.
“I’m… I’m getting so wet. Just from how much you love my body… it turns me on so much.”
Because of the slightly awkward angle on the couch, you can’t thrust properly between her thighs. Instead, Yoohyeon starts grinding against you. She rolls her hips slowly at first, then with more need. Her thick thighs slide up and down your cock while the rough fabric of her denim shorts rubs against the top of your shaft at the same time. The contrast is overwhelming. The silky softness of her inner thighs hugging and caressing the sides of your cock, while the coarse denim drags teasingly along the top.
Your head spins from the sensation.
Every grind makes her shorts press down harder, the seam rubbing right against your sensitive skin as her warm thighs squeeze you tighter. You can feel how wet she’s getting. The heat from her core soaks through the thin denim as she grinds harder, chasing her own pleasure while pleasuring you. She leans forward, pressing her chest against yours as she continues rolling her hips, sliding her thighs along your throbbing cock.
“Does it feel good…? My thighs…?”
“Yes…”
You groan, hands still gripping and kneading her thick, soft thighs.
“It feels fucking amazing…”
Yoohyeon keeps grinding on you, rolling her hips in slow, needy circles. The combination of her warm thighs squeezing your cock and the rough denim rubbing against you is driving you crazy.
“I can almost feel your pussy through your shorts.”
Yoohyeon gasps at your words, her hips stuttering for a moment. Then she looks down at you with hungry eyes.
“We could… get even closer.”
Her voice trembles with arousal.
“You could rub your cock against my bare pussy…”
She pauses, breath hitching as she adds in a shy but desperate tone:
“And if it slips in… it slips in.”
Your heart hammers in your chest. Yoohyeon is already reaching down, hooking her fingers into the waistband of her tiny shorts, ready to pull them down and wiggle them off her hips.
But suddenly, a brutal wave of guilt crashes over you like ice water.
“What the fuck am I doing?”
This is Sohee’s cousin. You’re in a relationship with Sohee. You live together. She trusts you. And here you are, letting her heartbroken cousin grind on your cock and offer to let you fuck her.
It’s wrong. So fucking wrong.
“Wait-Yoohyeon, stop.”
You say, grabbing her wrists before she can pull her shorts down any further. She freezes, looking at you with wide, confused eyes.
“I’m sorry.”
The guilt twists in your stomach.
“This is wrong. I can’t do this. I can’t cheat on Sohee… especially not with you.”
Yoohyeon stays still on your lap for a moment, her face flushed. She looks disappointed, embarrassed, and still visibly aroused, but she doesn’t argue. She slowly releases the waistband of her shorts and sits back a little. Her shoulders slump and her lower lip juts out in a huge pout as she looks at you with hurt eyes.
“…Then why did you call me hot? Why did you say all those things about my body if you don’t actually want me?”
You shake your head quickly.
“That’s not it at all, Yoohyeon. You are hot. Really fucking hot. Your body is incredible. But this… this is about me and Sohee. I can’t do this to her. Especially not with you. You’re her cousin. It’s wrong.”
You keep trying to explain, but even after you run out of words, Yoohyeon still looks like she’s taking it personally. Her eyes are glassy as she slowly climbs off your lap. She stands there for a second, then lets out a quiet, defeated sigh.
“Okay…”
She turns and walks toward her guest room, her steps shaky and unsteady. Her back looks tense, and you can see her shoulders trembling slightly as she disappears down the hallway.
The moment her door clicks shut, you groan and slump back against the couch, running a hand through your hair.
“What the fuck did I just do?”
You were so close. Sohee’s incredibly hot cousin was on your lap, thighs wrapped around your cock, offering you her pussy… and your stupid conscience ruined everything. Your cock is still hard, slick with her saliva, throbbing painfully in the open air.
Your mind starts racing, desperately trying to justify what just happened - and what you almost did.
“She’s been heartbroken for a week… Wouldn’t it actually be helping her if I fucked her ex out of her system? She clearly needs to feel desired again… Maybe Sohee would even understand in this situation…?”
The denied pleasure and frustration from the entire week surge up again, clouding your judgment. Your cock twitches hard at the thought of Yoohyeon’s thick thighs and tight body. Before you can talk yourself out of it, you stand up and start walking toward her room.
You push open the door without knocking. The sight that greets you makes your cock twitch. Yoohyeon is lying completely naked on her bed, legs spread wide. One hand is between her thighs, two fingers buried deep in her pussy as she pumps them slowly. Her other hand is covering her mouth, but it’s not enough to hide the mix of soft, desperate moans and quiet sniffles escaping her.
She’s visibly turned on - her pussy is soaked, juices coating her fingers and dripping down to the sheets - but she also looks heartbroken. Tears cling to her lashes as she fingers herself, clearly trying to deal with the rejection and her own overwhelming arousal at the same time.
The moment you step inside, her eyes snap open. She freezes, fingers still buried inside herself.
For a second, neither of you moves.
Then you climb onto the bed, crawling between her toned legs. Yoohyeon’s breath hitches as you grab her thighs and push them further apart. Without saying a word, you lean down and drag your tongue slowly up her soaked slit.
“Ahh-!”
Yoohyeon’s hips jerk.
You don’t hold back. You bury your face between her thick thighs and devour her pussy, licking, sucking, and tongue-fucking her with raw hunger. You focus on her clit, sucking it between your lips while sliding two fingers inside her tight, dripping hole.
Yoohyeon goes crazy almost instantly.
“Oh my god-! Oppa-!”
She moans, one hand flying to your hair, gripping it tightly. Her hips buck wildly against your face as she grinds her soaked cunt against your tongue. Her sniffles turn into full, needy cries of pleasure.
“Fuck-! Yes-!”
Her thighs tremble around your head, squeezing you as you eat her out. You lick every drop of her wetness, curling your fingers inside her to hit that sensitive spot while your tongue flicks rapidly over her clit. Yoohyeon’s back arches off the bed, her free hand clutching the sheets as broken, desperate moans spill from her lips. Her pussy clenches hard around your fingers. She looks completely lost, tears still in her eyes from earlier, but now her face is twisted in overwhelming pleasure as you devour her dripping cunt.
“You taste amazing.”
Your voice sounds muffled to you because you speak right into her pussy and your ears are covered by her thighs.
“So fucking sweet…”
Yoohyeon whimpers, her thighs trembling around your head as she grinds against your mouth.
Then, in a shaky, desperate voice, she says something that makes you pause.
“You… you can put your cock in my ass if you want…”
She breathes, cheeks burning red.
“If putting it in my pussy feels like cheating… then my ass is okay, right? I know you and Sohee do a lot of anal…”
You lift your head from between her legs, looking up at her flushed face in surprise. Her eyes are glassy with lust and lingering sadness.
“I’m sorry…”
She continues softly, biting her lip.
“I probably cost you so many orgasms this week by staying here. You must be so frustrated…”
You stare at her for a moment. Your cock is aching, still slick from her earlier blowjob.
“If it’s really okay with you…then yes.”
Yoohyeon nods quickly, her expression a mix of nervousness and clear need.
“It’s okay. I want it. I want to feel you… please.”
You pull back, giving her room. Without hesitation, Yoohyeon rolls onto her back and smoothly pulls her long legs up and back. She folds herself in half, hooking her arms behind her knees and spreading them wide apart until her thighs are pressed against her shoulders.
Your breath catches. She looks absolutely incredible like this. Incredibly flexible, her toned body bent and fully exposed. Her soaked pussy and tight pink asshole are completely on display, glistening and twitching under your gaze.
“Fuck, Yoohyeon…You look fantastic. I didn’t know you were this flexible.”
She blushes deeply but keeps her feet next to her head, breathing shakily as she presents herself to you.
You uncap the bottle of lube you just got from the bedroom and pour a generous amount directly over her exposed pussy and asshole. The clear liquid drips down her folds and over her tight hole, making everything shiny and slippery. You add even more, making sure she’s thoroughly coated. Then you squeeze some lube onto your own cock, stroking yourself a few times to spread it evenly.
You step closer and slide your slick, lubed-up cock between her glistening pussy lips, not pushing inside, just gliding slowly up and down through her soaked folds. The heat of her pussy feels incredible against your shaft as you rub the underside of your cock along her slit, coating yourself in her juices and the lube.
Yoohyeon lets out a broken whimper, her body trembling in the folded position.
“Ahh… oppa…”
Her eyes flutter open and closed as your cock teases her dripping entrance without penetrating her.
You slide your lubed cock up and down between her glistening folds one last time, teasing her soaked pussy, before finally moving lower. You press the swollen head of your cock against her tight asshole. Yoohyeon’s breath catches. She closes her eyes tightly, her forehead furrowing in concentration as she tries to relax and take you.
You push forward slowly. The sheer amount of lube makes it significantly easier. Her tight ring of muscle gradually stretches around your thick head, allowing you to sink in. Yoohyeon lets out a shaky, strained whimper, her folded body tensing beneath you. You stop once you’re about halfway inside her ass, giving her time to adjust. The heat and tightness around your cock are overwhelming.
After a few moments, you start moving with slow, gentle, shallow strokes. You only fuck her with the first half of your cock, pulling back until just the head remains inside before sliding back in again.
“Ahh… fuck…”
Yoohyeon moans, eyes still squeezed shut. Her voice trembles with a mix of discomfort and pleasure as her ass slowly gets used to the intrusion.
“It’s so big…”
You keep the pace slow and careful, savoring the incredible tightness of her ass. Every shallow thrust makes her whimper and moan, her folded legs trembling in the air. Her pussy continues to drip with arousal, the lube and her juices making everything messy and slick. You grip her thighs for support, watching intently as your cock disappears halfway into her tightest hole again and again. Yoohyeon’s breathing gradually becomes heavier. Her whimpers slowly turn into longer, needier moans as her body starts to relax and accept you.
You grip Yoohyeon’s thighs tighter and start pushing deeper. Your cock sinks further into her tight ass with each thrust. The excessive lube makes the slide smoother. Yoohyeon’s mouth falls open in a silent cry at first, then she lets out a loud, broken moan as you bury more of your length inside her.
You gradually pick up the pace, fucking her harder. The wet, filthy sound of your hips slapping against her lubed-up ass starts echoing through the quiet apartment.
“Ahh-! Oppa-!”
Yoohyeon cries out, her voice getting louder and more desperate. Her folded body shakes with every thrust as you drive deeper into her ass.
The more you fuck her, the messier it gets. The clear lube mixes with her natural juices and turns creamy white from the friction. Every time you pull back, thick strings of the creamy mixture stretch between your hips and her ass, only to break and smear across her ass cheeks when you thrust back in.
You start pounding her harder, the plap plap plap sounds growing louder and more obscene as you bury nearly your entire cock inside her tight ass with every stroke. Yoohyeon’s moans turn into shameless, high-pitched cries that fill the room.
“Fuck-! It’s so deep-! Ahh-!”
Her pussy continues to drip and clench visibly above where your cock is stretching her asshole. Her legs tremble in the air as she takes every deep thrust, her eyes glassy with overwhelming pleasure.
The creamy lube coats both of you now, smeared across her ass, dripping down to her pussy, and covering the base of your cock. Long, sticky strings keep connecting your bodies with every pull back, making the sight even filthier.
You grip her thighs hard and fuck Yoohyeon’s tight ass with deep, steady strokes, the creamy lube making every movement slick and messy. Her moans grow louder and more desperate as you stretch her open. But on one particularly hard thrust, your cock slips out of her loosened hole completely. The slick head drags heavily upward through her soaked pussy lips, gliding between her dripping folds.
Yoohyeon gasps sharply, her entire body jerking at the sudden sensation.
Before you can even react, she whimpers urgently.
“Put it back in… please-! Put your cock back in my ass…”
Her voice is needy and broken, clearly craving the fullness. You quickly grab your cock, align it with her creamy, stretched asshole again, and push back inside her. Yoohyeon lets out a long, relieved moan as you sink back into her tight heat.
Yoohyeon is now lying flat on her stomach, face pressed into the pillow. You’re kneeling above her legs, spreading her firm ass cheeks wide apart with both hands as you fuck her tight asshole from behind. Your hips slap against her ass, the creamy mixture of lube and her juices coating both of you. Yoohyeon’s moans are muffled by the pillow, but her body keeps pushing back against you, silently begging for more.
“Fuck-your ass is so tight…”
You spread her cheeks wider so you can watch your thick cock disappearing into her stretched hole again and again. Yoohyeon’s hands clutch the sheets tightly, her back arching as she takes every deep stroke. The obscene, wet sounds of you pounding her ass fill the entire room as you use her. Your hips continue slamming against her soft cheeks. The creamy lube makes everything obscenely wet and slippery as you fuck her harder.
Your orgasm is slowly building. A heavy pressure grows in your balls as you watch your cock disappear between her spread ass cheeks again and again.
You start fucking her faster. Rougher. The sound of your hips slapping against her ass grows louder and sharper. Yoohyeon’s eyes roll back into her head as she takes the brutal pace, her mouth open in a constant stream of broken moans and gasps.
“Ahh-! Fuck-! Oppa! You’re so deep-!”
Her body jolts forward with every hard thrust, her hands fisting the sheets tightly. You grip her ass harder, spreading her cheeks wide as you rail her without mercy.
“I’m gonna cum soon-”
You groan, feeling your climax rapidly approaching.
Yoohyeon whimpers desperately, pushing her ass back against you.
“Please-! Cum on me! I want to feel it-!”
You give her a few more strokes, slamming into her tight asshole with everything you have. Then you pull out at the last second.
You stroke your cock furiously as thick, heavy ropes of cum shoot across Yoohyeon’s back and ass. You cover her smooth skin with your load, long streaks landing from the middle of her back all the way down to her round ass cheeks and dripping into her crack. Yoohyeon moans weakly, trembling beneath you as she feels the warm cum splatter across her skin. Her asshole twitches visibly, still slightly open from how hard you fucked her.
You keep stroking yourself until every last drop is drained onto her, marking her as your thick cum slowly drips down the curve of her ass.
The front door to your apartment opens and Sohee steps inside, kicking off her shoes. She had come home earlier than expected after her schedule got canceled. The apartment is quiet except for the sound of the shower running in the bathroom.
“Oppa? I’m home!”
No answer.
She frowns and walks further inside. That’s when she hears faint, muffled moaning coming from the bathroom. Female moaning. Curious and a little concerned, Sohee quietly approaches the bathroom door, which is slightly ajar. She peeks inside.
The sight that greets her makes her freeze.
Yoohyeon is pressed flat against the steamed-up shower glass, completely naked. Her tits and left cheek are squished against the transparent surface. Her mouth hangs open in a silent cry of pleasure. Her eyes are half-lidded, completely lost in ecstasy. Behind her, you have one hand tangled tightly in her wet hair, the other gripping her waist as you fuck her hard from behind. The shower is running, water cascading over both of your bodies as you thrust deep into her ass. The wet slapping sounds echo through the bathroom with every snap of your hips.
For a brief second, pure anger flashes across Sohee’s face. But then she really looks at Yoohyeon’s expression. The way her cousin’s face is wrecked with pleasure, eyes rolled back, mouth slack, completely overwhelmed by how good she’s being fucked. Sohee’s anger slowly fades. A strange, complicated mix of emotions crosses her face: jealousy, surprise, and eventually… understanding. She watches for a few more seconds as you continue pounding her cousin’s ass. Yoohyeon’s moans grow louder and more broken.
Sohee bites her lip.
She’s actually… happy.
Her cousin had been so heartbroken for weeks. And right now, Yoohyeon looks like she’s finally feeling desired again. Like someone is properly taking care of her.
Sohee steps inside quietly and turns off the shower. The water stops running over your bodies, leaving only the sound of wet skin slapping together and Yoohyeon’s broken moans. You turn your head in surprise. Sohee meets your eyes, a mix of heat and possessiveness in her gaze. Without saying a word, she steps forward, grabs your face with both hands, and pulls you into a deep, hungry kiss. You moan into her mouth as you continue fucking Yoohyeon’s tight ass, your hips still snapping forward. Sohee kisses you passionately, her tongue sliding against yours while you ruin her cousin right in front of her.
Yoohyeon whimpers at the sudden shift, her cheek still pressed against the glass.
Sohee eventually pulls back from the kiss. She looks down at her cousin and smirks.
“Move over for a second, unnie.”
Yoohyeon obediently pulls off your cock and turns around. She drops to her knees on the wet shower floor and immediately wraps her lips around your cock, sucking you eagerly while Sohee quickly unbuttons her jeans and tugs them down to her knees, along with her panties.
You turn Sohee around so she’s facing the shower wall. She braces her hands against the tiles, arching her back and pushing her ass toward you. Her perfect, round ass is fully exposed. You press the head of your cock - still slick from Yoohyeon’s ass and mouth - against Sohee’s tight asshole and start pushing in. Sohee lets out a long, satisfied moan as you stretch her open, sinking deeper into her familiar heat.
Once you’re buried inside her ass, you start fucking her properly with hard, deep strokes that make her moan. The sound of your hips slapping against Sohee’s ass fills the bathroom as you rail her from behind. Yoohyeon stays on her knees beside you, occasionally licking and sucking your balls while you pound her cousin’s tight asshole.
Sohee looks back at you over her shoulder, eyes full of lust.
“Fuck me harder, oppa. Use my ass like you were using hers.”
You grip Sohee’s hips tightly and fuck her ass with deep, harsh strokes, burying your cock to the hilt inside her. The tight, familiar heat of her ass squeezes around you perfectly as you rail her against the shower wall.
“Fuck-yes, just like that.”
Sohee moans and pushes her ass back against you.
Yoohyeon, still flushed and breathing heavily, stands up and moves right beside her cousin. She braces her hands on the wall next to Sohee, arches her back, and pushes her ass out as well.
Her voice is shy but needy as she looks back at you.
“Me too. Please… use my ass again.”
The sight of both women standing side by side, bent over and offering their asses to you, makes your cock throb inside Sohee. You pull out of your girlfriend and immediately shift over to Yoohyeon. You spread her cheeks and push your cock back into her freshly fucked asshole. Yoohyeon lets out a loud whimper as you sink deep inside her again.
You alternate between them.
You fuck Yoohyeon hard for several deep strokes, making her moan and tremble, then pull out and slam back into Sohee’s tighter, more familiar ass. Back and forth, switching between their holes, pounding one for a few thrusts before moving to the other.
The bathroom fills with the obscene sounds of wet slapping skin and their mixed moans.
“Ahh-! Oppa-!”
Yoohyeon cries out as you drive into her ass.
“Fuck me harder.”
Sohee demands when you switch back to her, pushing her ass back onto your cock greedily.
Both of their asses feel amazing with Yoohyeon’s being slick and tight and Sohee’s being warm and familiar. You spread their cheeks wide as you alternate, watching your cock disappear into one tight hole after the other. Their moans blend together, creating a filthy harmony as you use both of their asses in quick succession.
Sohee looks back at you with a wicked, satisfied smirk while Yoohyeon’s legs shake every time you thrust deep into her. You keep switching between them, fucking Sohee’s perfect ass, then Yoohyeon’s eager one, over and over, lost in the overwhelming pleasure of having both women bent over for you.
You pull out of Sohee’s ass and immediately slam into Yoohyeon’s, making her cry out. Then back to Sohee. Then Yoohyeon again. Both women reach behind themselves, grabbing each other’s ass cheeks and spreading them wide open for you, offering their holes eagerly. You drive them forward with every hard thrust, pressing their bodies against the cool shower wall as you switch back and forth between their tight asses.
Sohee turns her head toward her cousin. Without a word, Yoohyeon leans in and the two of them start kissing each other messily, tongues sliding, moans muffled into each other’s mouths as you continue fucking their asses in turns.
You have Sohee completely folded in a full Nelson position. You’re sitting on the edge of the bed with Sohee in your lap, her back pressed against your chest. Your arms are hooked tightly underneath her knees, hands locked behind her head, forcing her to stay folded in half. Her red top is bunched up above her tits, the fabric stuffed between her teeth to muffle her loud moans. Her legs are spread wide, completely exposing her holes. You thrust up hard into her asshole, fucking her deep in this helpless position. Sohee is forced to watch everything, her own stretched, gaping asshole taking every inch of your thick cock as you pound her.
Right in front of her, Yoohyeon kneels on the floor, watching with wide, shocked eyes and an open mouth. Her gaze is locked on the sight of your cock destroying Sohee’s tight ass, mesmerized by how deep you’re going and how her cousin’s hole stretches around you.
“Mmmph-! Mmmph-!”
Sohee moans into her own bunched-up top, drool dripping from the corner of her mouth as you rail her asshole mercilessly in front of her cousin.
Yoohyeon’s hand unconsciously moves between her own legs, touching herself while she watches you wreck Sohee’s ass.
You keep Sohee locked in this position, your arms hooked under her knees and hands behind her head, folding her petite body in half. Her top muffles her loud, desperate moans as you thrust up hard into her tight ass. Sohee’s eyes are glassy, forced to watch every inch of your thick cock stretching and gaping her own asshole right in front of her.
Yoohyeon is kneeling close, eyes wide with lust as she watches you destroy her cousin’s ass. She’s breathing heavily, completely mesmerized by the sight. She leans in closer, face just inches away from where your cock is pounding into Sohee. Between your deep thrusts, Yoohyeon sticks her tongue out and does her best to lick the messy connection, dragging her warm tongue across your shaft and Sohee’s stretched rim whenever you pull back.
“Mmmph!!”
Sohee cries out into her top, her body shaking violently at the added sensation of her cousin’s tongue licking her gaping asshole while you fuck it.
Yoohyeon moans softly as she tastes the mix of lube, Sohee’s juices, and your cock, eagerly licking every time you give her an opening. Her tongue swirls messily around the point of penetration, making everything even wetter and filthier.
You start fucking Sohee even harder, slamming up into her ass with hard strokes. The lewd sounds of your cock destroying her tight hole fill the bedroom. Sohee’s muffled moans grow louder and more frantic. Her body starts trembling uncontrollably in your arms. After an entire week without a proper orgasm, the overwhelming pleasure finally pushes her over the edge.
She cums hard.
Her asshole clenches like crazy around your cock as her first real orgasm in a week crashes through her. Her eyes roll back, legs shaking in the air while her entire body convulses. A long, broken cry is barely contained by the fabric between her teeth as her pussy squirts slightly, dripping down onto your balls and Yoohyeon’s chin.
Yoohyeon whimpers excitedly, still licking eagerly around your cock and Sohee’s spasming asshole as her cousin cums. Sohee’s body twitches and jerks in your strong grip, completely lost in ecstasy for the first time in days.
As Sohee trembles and shakes through the aftershocks of her intense orgasm, still folded in your arms, Yoohyeon looks up at you with wide, eager eyes.
“Can… Can I try that position too?”
You nod. You slowly lift Sohee off your cock, her gaping asshole twitching as your thick length slides out of her. Sohee lets out a soft, satisfied whimper as you gently lower her onto the bed. Yoohyeon quickly takes her cousin’s place, climbing into your lap with her back against your chest. You hook your arms underneath her legs, folding her in half just like you did with Sohee. Your hands lock behind her head, putting her in a helpless hold. Her flexible body bends easily, her ass and dripping pussy completely exposed right in front of her face.
Sohee, still recovering, sinks down to her knees on the floor between your legs. She leans forward and gives your cock a few eager, sloppy sucks, coating it thoroughly with her saliva and the remnants of her own ass. Then she grabs your slick shaft and guides the head straight toward Yoohyeon’s tight asshole.
“Be a good girl and take it.”
Sohee says, her voice rough, looking up at her cousin.
“Tear her ass up, oppa.”
You push forward. Yoohyeon’s eyes widen in shock as she feels your thick cock stretching her asshole again. Because of the position, she has a perfect, close-up view of her own ass being penetrated. Her mouth falls open in disbelief as she watches inch after inch of your cock disappear into her tight hole.
“Oh my god…I can see it… I can see my ass taking your cock…”
You start fucking her with slow, deep strokes, letting her feel all of it. The position makes her completely helpless, folded in half, legs in the air, forced to watch her own asshole getting stretched and used. Every thrust makes her moan loudly, her eyes glued to the lewd sight of your cock pumping in and out of her. Yoohyeon is completely overwhelmed, moaning and whimpering as she’s forced to watch herself get her asshole destroyed in the most exposing position possible.
“I… I can’t believe it…”
Yoohyeon whimpers, eyes wide with disbelief as she stares down at the sight.
“I can see your cock… going so deep inside my ass… Oh my god, it looks so big…”
Her voice cracks, her gaping hole stretching visibly around your thick shaft.
Sohee, still kneeling between your legs, watches with dark, aroused eyes. At one point, she reaches up and gently stops your movement.
“Wait a second, oppa.”
She grabs your slick cock and slowly pulls it out of Yoohyeon’s ass. Yoohyeon’s asshole remains open for a few seconds, visibly gaped, pink insides showing as it twitches and slowly tries to close.
Both girls stare at it in awe.
“Look at that…Her ass is so open… you really wrecked her.”
Yoohyeon lets out a broken, embarrassed moan at the sight of her own gaped asshole, cheeks burning bright red.
Sohee doesn’t let her recover for long. She quickly lines your cock back up with Yoohyeon’s twitching hole and pushes the head back inside. You immediately resume fucking her - harder this time - driving your cock deep into her loosened ass.
“Ahh-! Fuck-!”
Yoohyeon cries out, eyes still glued to the filthy sight.
Sohee leans in closer, pressing her face between Yoohyeon’s spread thighs. She starts eating her cousin’s dripping pussy with enthusiasm, licking and sucking on her swollen clit while you continue pounding Yoohyeon’s ass from below.
The dual stimulation makes Yoohyeon lose her mind. Her moans turn into high-pitched, desperate screams as she’s forced to watch her own asshole getting destroyed while her cousin eagerly eats her out at the same time. Her body shakes violently in your strong hold, completely overwhelmed by pleasure.
Sohee moans into Yoohyeon’s pussy, clearly enjoying herself as she licks and sucks, occasionally letting her tongue brush against your cock as you thrust in and out of her cousin’s ass.
You feel your orgasm rapidly approaching as you continue pounding up into Yoohyeon’s tight ass. The combination of her spasming hole and Sohee’s eager mouth on her pussy is pushing both of you closer to the edge.
Yoohyeon suddenly lets out a broken, high-pitched cry.
“I’m-I’m cuming-!”
Her entire body convulses violently in your hold. Her ass clenches and spasms hard around your cock as a powerful orgasm crashes through her. Her pussy gushes against Sohee’s tongue, juices dripping down as her asshole milks you rhythmically, trying to pull you even deeper.
Sohee moans happily into her cousin’s pussy, licking her through the intense orgasm.
You groan deeply, barely able to hold back anymore.
“Yoohyeon… I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna creampie your ass-”
“Yes! Please…!”
Yoohyeon begs.
“Cum inside me-! Fill my ass, please-! I want it…!”
Sohee pulls her mouth away from Yoohyeon’s pussy, looking up with lust-filled eyes as she watches your cock disappear into her cousin’s gaping asshole.
“Do it, oppa.”
Sohee encourages.
“Fill her up. Pump her ass full of your cum. She needs it.”
You slam up into Yoohyeon one final time and explode deep inside her ass. Thick, heavy ropes of cum shoot straight into her bowels as your cock pulses violently. You groan loudly, holding her folded body tightly as you empty everything you have inside her, flooding her tight ass with your load.
Yoohyeon whimpers and moans helplessly, feeling every spurt as you creampie her. Her ass continues to twitch and squeeze around you, milking every last drop. Sohee watches with dark fascination, biting her lip as she sees your cock buried to the hilt inside her cousin, pumping her full.
When you finally finish, you stay buried deep inside Yoohyeon’s cum-filled ass, all three of you breathing heavily in the afterglow.
You slowly wake up to the most incredible sensation: warm, wet mouths working your cock with obvious hunger.
Your eyes flutter open, still heavy with sleep, and it takes you a second to process what you’re seeing.
Sohee and Yoohyeon are both between your legs.
Sohee is on the left, sucking slowly and lovingly on the head of your cock, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. Yoohyeon is on the right, licking and kissing along the side of your shaft, occasionally sucking on your balls. Both girls are completely naked, hair messy from sleep, eyes shining with lust as they worship your morning wood.
“Fuck…Am I still dreaming?”
Sohee pulls off your cock and smiles up at you, eyes full of mischief.
“Good morning, oppa.”
She purrs, stroking your slick shaft.
“We woke up horny… and decided we could share.”
Yoohyeon blushes but doesn’t stop licking along your length.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about yesterday.”
She admits shyly.
“It’s been so long since I felt this… wanted. I need more.”
Both of them look starving for it.
Sohee leans down and takes you back into her mouth, sucking you deeper while Yoohyeon licks wherever Sohee isn’t covering. They work together perfectly, one sucking your cock while the other licks your balls or the base, then switching without a word. Their tongues occasionally meet and brush against each other around your shaft, making the sight even filthier.
You can’t believe this is real. After an entire week of barely any sex because of Yoohyeon staying over, now both cousins are eagerly sharing your cock first thing in the morning, clearly hungry for more after finally getting properly fucked last night.
Sohee pops off again, stroking you fast with her small hand while Yoohyeon sucks on the head.
“We were talking…”
Sohee says with a naughty smile.
“And we both agreed we don’t want to stop yet.”
Yoohyeon nods eagerly, looking up at you with big, needy eyes as she swirls her tongue around your tip.
(Male Reader x Kiss of Life's Natty, 3.6k words) Tags: Office sex, Office gangbangs, Office relationships, More HR violations than your office handbook has room for, Vaginal sex, Creampies, Oral sex, Natty earns herself a fat juicy promotion, Also wow does she look really hot, Protected sex, Office politics, And a distinct lack of morals
Being a manager could be such a pain. When you were not busy fending off absurd requests from Corporate about the latest techo-babble, you were dealing with enough banal office drama to put a high school to shame. It was frankly surprising the amount of hijinks an office of a hundred workers could get up to, and if the company wasn't paying you so goddamn much you would have resigned years ago rather than deal with it every day. But alas, you always managed to stop yourself from hitting send on your two-week notice by glancing at your check, before sighing and carrying on. This past month had been especially grueling, with the arrival of a new hire named Natty, who had taken over as a clerk from Brenda in HR (who had retired and was now living it up in the Bahamas, and getting gangbanged by her "amigos" every night); and had turned out to be quite the slut...
The morning so far had been relatively tame, with only a handful of tongue lashings and praise to distribute. Frank from Operations had once more been reminded to stop pissing all over the floor, and Betsy from Sales had been firmly rejoined for harassing old mister Shultz about his supposedly monster dong (you had it on good authority that the man was in fact packing, provided you shove several viagra down his throat first). The accountants had been congratulated for somehow conspiring to pay everyone on time, presumably on accident, and the lead janitor consulted regarding the onset of stains appearing all over the office. You therefore had time in your schedule to ask your secretary to call in the newest problem child to grace your loveless little nest, and you idly mute the Teams meeting with the C-suite you were in and jot down some notes while you wait. Five minutes later and the Office Problem flounces in, all silken curves and bubbly youthful energy crammed into an outfit that would have gotten her sent to HR had she not been HR. She was also wearing knee-high heeled boots for some bizarre reason.
One Ms. Natty (nobody bothered to use her last name) languidly slides into the proffered chair in front of your desk, preening at your attention and wiggling her body to better present her assets for your inspection. No doubt her young mind was stuffed full of erotic delusions about what was going to happen in your cozy corner office, but you were quite simply going to fire her skanky ass. It had barely been a month and already it was an open secret that Natty was the office bicycle, which you ordinarily wouldn't have minded, free-use sluts kept morale up, except for the fact that she was unable to control her passions in the workplace. You had walked in on her engaging in sexual activity no less than nine separate times, with different partners during each occurrence no less! And the janitors were, in a word, growing more than a touch annoyed about having to clean up spilled sexual fluids as if they were working at a whorehouse or the like.
The first time, you had found Natty squatting down in the break room, stroking an employee with either hand while sucking them off with an enthusiasm that was dearly lacking in her workflow. Then you had spotted one of the Sales ladies munching on her cunt like she was starving, and the third time you had caught her next to the supply closet getting her shelves rearranged. Natty had also been responsible for the traffic jam around the bathroom last Tuesday, where apparently most of the male office staff had lined up to plow her nubile holes, and next you had eyed her grinding rather proactively on Mr. Shultz's lap (who coincidentally had no pants on for some odd reason). Things had only gone downhill from there, as you had observed her getting spit-roasted no less than twice in a row, before watching her getting made airtight near the printers by the interns, whose youthful gusto had resulted in a truly appalling mess on the floor. Finally, just yesterday you had found Natty elbow-deep in the head of Accounting, who was busy hosing the carpet down with streams of truly noxious squirt. Naturally, she was the most popular employee in the office, and had single-handedly caused a 28% drop in work efficiency.
So, leaning forward in your chair across the wide expanse of your desk, you stare Ms. Natty straight in the eyes, and calmly inform her that you were letting her go. Her reaction was, predictable. The girl starts babbling and bawling, her perfect makeup (god knew how she kept it up while getting fucked all day) smearing as tears run down her face, and she blubbers out a question, "But. But WHY, sir? It's only been a month!" to which you sigh and explain that her distracting the entire office was the issue, and also that her work was also noticeably subpar. Further tears follow, "Is-Is it because you've, um, caught me at work?" Natty sobs in realization, and you are forced to inform her that her promiscuity was not the problem, rather the sheer scale of it; nobody was getting any work done because they were too busy trying to fuck her! You recline back in your chair as your words bounce around her skull, Natty visibly pondering what you said before insight flashes behind her eyes and she gives you a sultry smirk, "Or is it because... I haven't given you any yet?" she beams as a slight flush rises on your face, "Oh, I'm so sorry, of course the boss should have priority! Let me..." Natty smoothly rises out of the chair and starts to saunter around your desk, her wide hips swaying from side to side. Sigh.
Natty perches herself on the edge of your desk, plumping out her bare thighs as she dangles one foot dangerously near your crotch, "So tell me, sir, is there anything I can do to keep my job?" She coos, seductively fluttering her eyelashes over her rose-tinted glasses, "I mean," she runs a hand down her chest to the clench of fabric obscuring her crotch, "You've seen what I can do, so," Natty licks her pouty lips, "What will it be, sir?" Nine times out of ten you would have simply laughed her out the door and told the little slut to collect her things on the way out, but you were feeling particularly... bored. It had been a year or so since you had gotten drained at the office, and you were curious to see if this common cumdump could match the costly escort you had brought in last time. So you roll your chair back a bit, and tersely tell her to try her best, and you will consider keeping her around. Natty's face lights up and she lets out a squeal before composing herself and hopping off the desk and sultrily kneeling before you, "Please, relax sir, I'll do all the work for you. You are the boss after all!" she giggles somewhat nervously before running her hands up your legs and slowly unzipping your pants, slipping a delicate hand inside to pull out your manhood.
With tender grace, Natty leans forward and kisses your cock, gently smooching every inch of it until she unlimbers your balls and gives them the same treatment as well. She looks eagerly up at your stony face for your approval, and when she doesn't find it she hurries along to the messy work of getting you erect. With your member barely stiffening under her demure endearments, she promptly pops your meat into her mouth and starts sucking on it like her life depended on it; which in a sense, it did. Natty's cheeks hollow as she strains to engorge your penis, her tongue lapping desperately at it as it slowly fills her mouth. Just as her head starts to bob though, your secretary knocks on the door and you hurriedly push your chair forward, forcing the young clerk to scamper backwards under your desk, where she retains enough of her wits to continue doing her job. Your secretary pops her head in, glancing around as she looks for Natty before raising her eyebrows in confusion. You maintain your calm as you ease your hips upwards, pining Natty's head against the underside of the desk as you force your length into her throat, causing her to gag as quietly as possible. You roll your eyes at your secretary, waving irritably at the closed door to your private bathroom and informing her that Natty was busy cleaning herself up inside after a substantial bawling. Your secretary snorts in amusement, as the girl in question snorts spittle onto your crotch as she struggles to breathe, tapping plaintively at your leg for you to relent, before telling you to call her when Natty needed to be escorted out and closing the door once more.
Natty was starting to use her teeth to communicate her distress, and so you relax, allowing her to pull up enough to gasp for air as she drools all over your genitals. After several moments mercy, you press upwards again, thoroughly testing her gag reflex as you lazily pump away at her face until her frantic coughing had subsided somewhat. When you finally roll your chair back, Natty stumbles out from under your desk, hacking up reams of spittle before looking blearily up at you, "I-I-Was that good enough, sir? I-I'm better at using my mouth than deepthroating, so can I...?" You flick her concerns away by telling her that it had been satisfactory, but that she needed to make you finish if she wanted to remain employed at this (laughably) prestigious company. Nodding frantically, Natty returns to sucking your cock, and was indeed better at using her tongue than tripping her gag reflex, until she abruptly stops and surges to her feet. She sways unsteadily before unbuttoning her short shorts and pulling them down to her knees revealing tantalizing hints of her dark vulva, "Um," she blushes, "You can use this hole as well, sir. But," she glances around, "Do you have protection? I'm not on birth control so..." You direct her to the proper drawer, and soon cool latex sheaths your erection before she kicks her shorts off and awkwardly attempts to join you in your armchair.
You refuse her however, telling her to clean herself out first, no matter what she claimed, you would rather not be fucking your inferiors semen out of her slutty hole, and she blushes as she leans back against the desk and complies. Shyly, she starts to rub at her clit, absentmindedly groping herself before remembering she still had her shirt on and pulling that off as well to reveal a lacy pushup bra that soon joins the rest of her clothes on your desk. Natty's body was classically curved, with much of her flesh going to her shapely thighs and ample ass, though her perky breasts were not unimpressive as well; even if she did constantly push them up to exaggerate their size. The girl pleasures herself in front of you, and once she has moistened herself up she puts her fingers to good use sloshing expertly into her slit. Judging by the sticky mess coating her fingers, Natty had indeed been truthful when she said that she always used a rubber, and soon she was gazing lustfully at your cock, "Mmmmph," she moans, "Can I sir? Please let me sit on it, I promise I won't disappoint you this time..." And when you nod in permission she hurries forward to straddle you, unbuckling and pulling down your pants as she reaches down and strokes some blood back into your diminished dick until it was erect once more. Then with a sultry groan, Natty sits on it.
Sordid heat douses your cock as it slips into the warmth of Natty's belly, her pussy devouring every inch of you until her vulva kisses your root. Her soft breasts press against your face as she wraps her arms around your neck, she looks breathlessly down at you, "Oh sir! You are so... big! You're filling me up!" Her body shudders as she slowly rises before sliding back down it again, her wet folds dragging along your rubbered shaft as she squeezes you tightly, "Please," she gasps, "Cum in me whenever you want, I'll ride you-Oh! Until you finish!" Natty bounces enthusiastically on your manhood, your crotch soon becoming soaked as her pussy drools down onto it, her hips plying the air as she does her best to work your load out. While her head might have been mediocre, Natty's pussy was snug and wet, and before you can stop yourself your hands move to grasp her cheeks, clenching her ass tightly as she rides you. She gasps at this sign of approval, "Oh, sir! Yes! Use me! You can fuck me every day I promise!" Then she cums on your cock, her whole body quivering as yet more cream splatters onto your skin, and with her face bright red, she leans down and kisses you hungrily. You were not entirely too enthused about it, but Natty certainly was, her tongue shoving its way into your mouth as she grinds needily on your dick.
Seemingly surprised that your cock remained unconquered, the young slut leans dangerously backwards, grasping your chair's arms tightly as she searches for the right angle to finish you off. Sweat shimmers on her tanned skin as Natty pushes herself in desperation, her stomach clenching as it grips your shaft for all that it was worth, "Just. Fucking. Cum already!" she hisses in frustration, before remembering her place and begging, "Please cum in me sir! I'm trying my best here!" And to be fair, her best was starting to work on you, your hands squeezing her butt tightly as your balls laboriously start to rise; until with a grunt you haul her back onto you and fully down upon your cock. Natty gasps in relief and pleasure as you finally give in and empty yourself into her, slamming her nubile body against you as you fill the condom with your load. You stifle a groan as her cunt tries to crush your manhood, squeezing it like a vice as it works out every drop of cum in your shaft. When you are finished, she collapses against your chest, breathing heavily as she recovers, her face nestled against your neck. Once she has recuperated enough, you slap her ass to signal for her to unmount you.
Natty scrambles off you, looking worried, but before you could rise she returns to her knees and starts pulling the condom off for you. She waves the swaying sack in front of her face before giving you a sleazy smile and emptying it into her mouth, swallowing every last drop. Natty grimaces slightly, before leaning forward and cleaning your crotch up with her mouth, her tongue lapping up her own juices, "Did-Did I satisfy you, sir? Please?" Her demureness returns as she looks meekly up at you, pausing in her washing as she awaits your answer. You muse upon it, while she had hardly been the best partner you had been with, it had been reasonably entertaining so... You nod, and grandly inform her that her position was secure, and Natty beams with relief, "Oh! Thank you, sir! Thank you!" and to show proper appreciation, she starts sucking you off again. Your dick was still sensitive from orgasm, so it was not long before the stimulation from her eager slurping has you rigid once more. You sigh in enjoyment, and make the sort of decision that you were paid six figures for. You idly inquire that having saved her job, what would Natty say about a promotion? At which the whore stops, and stares up at you in wonder before a grin breaks through her chaste expression.
Natty smoothly stands and bends over your desk, reaching both hands backwards to spread her cheeks to reveal her flushed slit along with her dusky asshole, "I would say," she purrs, "Pick a hole, sir. I'll be your fuck-slut any day of the week!" Fired by a lust that had been often diminished of late, you rise as well, shuffling closer and slapping your member against her sodden labia, causing her to moan eagerly. You grasp her waist to hold her steady, and shove your cock into her pussy until your balls kiss her clit. Natty groans, "Oh fuck, sir! I can feel you... wait!" She glances back in horror, "You forgot to put the condom on!" Whereupon you smack her rear, and cheerfully inform her that as your personal assistant, she would be yours to use exclusively, and so you would not need to worry about contamination from other employees. Natty's eyes widen as she processes this, before giving in and smirking, "Oh, so I'll be getting promoted from the office cumdump to the boss's personal cumdump?" she shudders, her folds moistening noticeably, "Cum in me raw then, sir. Use me however you want!"
And so you do. The clapping of her cheeks was thunderous, and it was a damn good thing your door was soundproofed for security reasons, otherwise the whole floor would have heard it. Natty moans loudly as you plow her from behind, her walls gripping you all the tighter now that you were fucking her unprotected. If anything, the risk of impregnation excites the slut, and you hear her muttering excitedly under her breath about getting knocked up on her boss's desk. Natty's pussy had been wet before, but now it was downright soaking, her juices running down your thighs as her lips slobber all over your shaft. With the added stimulation of her bare skin upon yours, it was not long before your balls are twitching upwards once more. Natty notices your thrusts deepening, and she eagerly urges you on, "Oh fuck, are you going to cum in me, sir? Please, do it! Make me your slut! Oh fuck I'm going to get pregnant!" she screams as you pound away at her curvaceous rear until with a groan, you empty yourself into her. This time your seed spurts directly into Natty's fertile pussy, slowly filling it with your semen as she shakes in the throes of an orgasm.
When you finally leave the warmth of her body, you stagger backward and collapse into your chair, thoroughly exhausted by your exertions. Natty looks winded as well, but she still dutifully plops between your legs and starts sucking her creamy leavings off of your cock, while your own gift to her drips out onto the carpet. Once she had done a reasonable job cleaning off the worst of the mess, she gingerly rises to her feet, grabbing her clothes from your desk and slowly pulling them on, "So...um," she coughs awkwardly, "I am getting that promotion, right?" You wave in acknowledgement, and Natty smiles smugly, "Also, were you serious about the exclusive thing? Because uh, I am kinda popular..." You consider this, the impact on morale would be significant if the office were to suddenly lose access to Natty's free-use holes, so... You compromise, she could sleep with as many women as she liked, but she could only use her mouth to pleasure men. Natty thinks about it, before shrugging, "Sure why not? Okay so, will you be needing me again today or...?" You dismiss her with some warmth, and once she has finished struggling into her tight outfit (her panties were no doubt soon inundated), she waves in goodbye and saunters out of the door as if she had not just been bent over and plowed like a cheap whore by her manager. Your secretary peeks inside thoughtfully, and when your eyes meet, you can tell she has inferred exactly what happened, and she winks knowingly, wiggling her tongue between two fingers to indicate your shared bond. Was there anyone Natty hadn't fucked?
With a tired sigh you roll your chair forward once more, and start mentally thinking about what excuse you could use to fit another HR manager into the budget, when you realize that while the executive meeting had been muted, you certainly had not been, and your camera had been on the entire time. Utterly mortified, you frantically unmute the call's audio as a dozen somber faces stare back at you from the virtual meeting room. But before you could muster any excuses they break into laughter and raucous cheers, congratulating you on your excellent performance! The C-Suite howl and pound at their desks in approbation, causing more than a few heads to quizzically pop up in front of them before being pushed back down again. You are shocked and more than a little relieved to hear that the executive team had been extremely impressed, and were adding you to the fast track for promotions, they needed a man like you who could fuck on the team! After all, nothing was more tedious than having some prissy loser who wouldn't join in the weekly executive orgies! With that stunning information bouncing between your ears, the meeting ends, and you consider just what a morning it had been.
It seems like it would become even easier to resist hitting send on your resignation, mostly due to it being difficult to reach for your mouse while you were busy pumping Natty's nubile pussy full of cum.
In the cutthroat world of K-pop, where idols rise and fall like shooting stars, S2 Entertainment was fighting to stay relevant. Kiss of Life, their flagship girl group, had debuted with moderate success—catchy tracks, viral choreography, and a fresh concept blending sultry R&B with high-energy performances. But the industry was unforgiving. With bigger agencies like HYBE and SM dominating the charts, S2 needed a game-changer: a new boy group to expand their roster and boost revenue.
The company's CEO, Mr. Kim, was under immense pressure from investors. Quarterly reports showed declining streams, and rumors swirled about potential mergers. "We can't afford another flop," he barked during an emergency board meeting in early 2026. "Our trainees are our future. Push them harder. Use every resource we have."
That "every resource" included leveraging their established idols. Natty and Julie, two of Kiss of Life's most charismatic members, were summoned to the executive office one rainy afternoon. Natty, 22, with her Thai heritage, curvaceous figure, and powerful vocals, exuded confidence. Her ample breasts and hourglass shape had earned her a dedicated fanbase, but she hated how the industry objectified her. Julie, 21, the group's main rapper and dancer, was known for her sharp features, and killer twerk moves that stole the show in their performances. Her petite, athletic build—especially her small, perky butt—drove fans wild, though she often felt self-conscious about it.
"Ladies," Mr. Kim said, leaning back in his leather chair, "we have a promising trainee. Alex. He's 18, fresh from auditions. Small, skinny kid—barely 5'6" and maybe 130 pounds soaking wet—but his vocals are raw talent. Dance potential too. Problem is, he's got focus issues. Distracted, inconsistent. We need him debut-ready in six months for our new boy group project. You're going to mentor him personally."
Natty crossed her arms, her fitted top hugging her curves. This is bullshit, she thought. We're idols, not babysitters. But if we say no, it'll look bad on our evaluations. "Why us specifically, sir?"
"Because you're the best at what he needs: vocals from Natty, dance from Julie. And... let's be honest, your presence might motivate him. He's a young guy. Use that." Mr. Kim's implication hung in the air like smoke. Julie fidgeted, her mind racing: Motivate? What does that even mean? We're not eye candy
They left the meeting with no choice. Refusal could mean reduced promotions for Kiss of Life, or worse—contract renegotiations. The pressure was on: Help Alex succeed, or watch their own careers stall.
The practice room in S2's Seoul headquarters was a sterile space—mirrored walls, polished floors, and speakers blaring bass-heavy tracks. It was late evening, after Kiss of Life's own grueling schedule. Alex arrived first, nervous and out of place. The 18-year-old trainee was indeed small and skinny, with messy dark hair, wide eyes, and a lanky frame that made him look even younger. He wore baggy sweats, trying to hide his lack of muscle. Oh man, training with actual idols? Natty and Julie? This is insane, he thought, his heart pounding. He'd been a fan since their debut, secretly obsessing over fan cams—Julie's hypnotic twerking in their title tracks, how her small, firm butt moved with precision, and Natty's sultry stage presence, her curves bouncing subtly during vocals.
Natty and Julie entered, both in casual workout gear: Natty in a cropped top that accentuated her full breasts and high-waisted leggings hugging her hips, Julie in a loose tank and shorts that showed off her toned legs and that infamous perky rear. They exchanged glances—This better be quick, Natty thought reluctantly. Julie sighed inwardly: He's just a kid. Let's get through this.
"Hi, Alex," Natty said with a forced smile, her voice warm but professional. "I'm Natty, this is Julie. The company wants us to help you polish your skills. Vocals with me, dance with her. Let's start with warm-ups."
Alex nodded eagerly, but as they began stretching, his eyes wandered. Julie bent over to touch her toes, her small butt perking up in those shorts. God, it's even better in person, he thought, his mind fogging. Then Natty demonstrated a vocal exercise, her chest rising and falling with each breath, her breasts straining against the fabric. Focus, dude, he scolded himself, but it was hopeless. His performance was sloppy—missed notes, awkward footwork.
Julie noticed first, mid-dance demo. She was showing him a basic hip pop, her body twisting into a light twerk for emphasis. Alex's gaze locked on her ass, transfixed. Is he... staring? she thought, a mix of annoyance and unease. "Alex? You with us?"
"S-sorry," he stammered, blushing. "Just... tired, I guess."
Natty pulled Julie aside during a break. "He's not focusing. At all. And I think I know why," she whispered, glancing at Alex who was pretending to review notes but stealing peeks. The company's riding us hard on this. If he bombs, it's on us.
Julie bit her lip. "Yeah, he's obsessed with... well, us. But what can we do? We can't just yell at him."
They shared a reluctant look. The pressure from Mr. Kim echoed in their minds—no excuses, get results. Fine, Natty thought grimly. If he's distracted by our bodies, maybe we use that to our advantage. Get it out of his system. Julie nodded, though her stomach twisted: This feels wrong, but the group needs this win.
Back in the room, Natty approached Alex with a sly smile. "Hey, we see you're having trouble concentrating. Maybe we can help... relieve some tension? So you can focus better."
Alex's eyes widened. "W-what do you mean?"
Julie stepped closer, her voice teasing but hesitant. "You like watching me dance, right? Especially the twerk parts?" She turned slightly, giving her small butt a playful shake. God, I can't believe I'm doing this, she thought.
Natty leaned in, her breasts brushing his arm accidentally-on-purpose. "And I bet my curves are distracting too. Let's make a deal: We help you... release... and then you promise to train hard."
Alex swallowed hard, his skinny frame trembling. Is this real? "O-okay..."
They locked the door, the room's mirrors reflecting everything. Julie started slow, teasing him with a close-up twerk, her perky ass inches from his lap. "Like this?" she murmured, her thoughts screaming: Just get it over with.
Natty pressed against him from the front, her hands on his shoulders, letting him feel her soft breasts. "Focus on us now, so you can focus on training later," she said, her voice laced with reluctance.
The door clicked shut, the sound echoing louder than it should in the suddenly too-quiet practice room. The mirrors threw back every angle: Julie's lithe frame turning slowly, Natty's softer curves shifting as she stepped closer, and Alex frozen between them—skinny shoulders hunched, cheeks flaming, his baggy sweats doing nothing to hide how quickly his body was betraying him.
Julie exhaled through her nose, a small, frustrated sound. This is so messed up. But if it gets him to actually learn the choreo instead of staring like a lost puppy every five seconds… fine. She rolled her shoulders, trying to channel the same confidence she used on stage. "You really can't take your eyes off my ass when I twerk, huh?" she said, voice low and teasing even though her stomach twisted. She turned her back to him fully, hands sliding down to rest on her thighs. "Watch closely then. Maybe if I give you the real thing you'll stop daydreaming through practice."
She started slow—hips rolling in a lazy circle, the kind of warm-up move that looked innocent until she dropped lower. Then the bounce came: sharp, controlled pops that made her small, firm cheeks jiggle just enough under the thin fabric of her shorts. The motion was hypnotic, precise, the same one that had millions replaying their latest comeback fancams on loop.
Alex's breath hitched audibly. Holy shit, it's right there. Moving like that. For me. His hands twitched at his sides, unsure whether to hide the obvious bulge or just let it happen. He felt tiny next to them—5'6" and barely any muscle, like a kid playing dress-up in trainee clothes—but right now that didn't matter. His mind was blank except for the rhythm of her body.
Natty watched from the side, arms crossed under her chest (which only pushed her full breasts up higher, not that she meant to). He's practically drooling. Poor kid's never gonna survive six months of this if we don't drain the distraction first. She stepped behind him, close enough that her warmth pressed against his back. Her voice dropped to a murmur near his ear. "She's good at that, isn't she? Keep watching. Let it build."
Julie glanced over her shoulder, catching his wide-eyed stare in the mirror. A reluctant smirk tugged at her red lips. "You like it when I go lower?" She sank into a deeper squat, thighs flexing, ass pushing back until it almost brushed his crotch. Then she grinded—slow, deliberate circles, the friction of fabric on fabric sending sparks up both their spines. God, he's so hard already. This is actually working? She hated how her own pulse quickened; hated more that part of her found the power rush kind of… interesting.
Alex whimpered—a small, broken sound he couldn't hold back. "J-Julie… please…"
"Please what?" she teased, grinding a little harder, feeling him throb against her through the layers. "Use your words, trainee."
Natty's hands slid around from behind, palms flat on his narrow chest. She could feel his heart hammering like it wanted out. "He's shaking," she said to Julie, almost conversationally. "Think he can handle more?"
Julie straightened slightly, then dropped again—faster this time, twerking right against him in short, filthy bursts. Each bounce pressed her perky cheeks flush to his hardness, the rhythm relentless. "He's handling it fine," she muttered, voice breathier than she intended. Why does this feel kinda good? Stop thinking, just finish it.
Alex's head tipped back against Natty's shoulder. "I—I'm gonna—"
"Not yet," Natty whispered, one hand drifting lower to palm him through his sweats. She squeezed gently, just enough to make him gasp. "You wanted this distraction gone, right? Let Julie finish her little show first."
Julie spun to face him, dropping to a crouch so her face was level with his hips. She didn't touch—just hovered, lips parted, blowing a warm breath over the tent in his pants while her hips kept rolling in tiny twerks behind her. "Look at me," she ordered softly. "Not my ass this time. My eyes. And hold it until I say."
He tried—really tried—but the sight of her bangs falling forward, lips so close, combined with the way her body still moved… it was too much.
Natty leaned in, pressing her soft breasts against his arm as she stroked him faster through the fabric. "Come on, baby. Let go. Then we can actually teach you something."
That did it.
Alex bucked once, twice—then came hard with a choked moan, hips jerking into Natty's hand while his gaze stayed locked on Julie's smirking face and the hypnotic sway of her hips. Warmth soaked through his sweats; his skinny frame trembled like a leaf.
They let him ride it out, Julie finally standing and brushing her hands on her thighs like she'd just finished a normal rehearsal. Natty stepped back, wiping her palm discreetly on her leggings. Both women exchanged a quick, uncomfortable glance—We did what we had to. Right?
After a long silence, Julie cleared her throat. "…Feel more focused now?"
Alex nodded frantically, still panting, cheeks scarlet. "Y-yes. Thank you. I—I'm sorry. I'll do better. Promise."
Natty gave a small, tired smile. "Good. Because next session we're running the full choreo. No more staring. Got it?"
"Got it," he whispered, voice hoarse.
Julie turned toward the mirrors, already restarting the track on her phone. "Then let's go again. From the top."
As the beat kicked in, Alex straightened his posture, eyes forward—finally, properly—on the choreography instead of the bodies teaching it.
The next training session came two days later, same mirrored practice room, same late-evening hush after the rest of the building had mostly emptied. February 27, 2026—outside the windows, Seoul was still clinging to winter, streetlights smearing gold across wet pavement. Inside, the air was already thick with anticipation and something heavier.
Alex arrived early again, changed into fresh sweats, hair still damp from a quick shower. He’d spent the last forty-eight hours replaying the previous session in his head on loop—Julie’s grinding twerk, Natty’s hand stroking him through the fabric, the way they’d both looked at him like he was a problem they’d reluctantly solved. I promised I’d focus, he told himself, adjusting his hoodie to hide how nervous he already felt. No staring. No distractions. Just choreo.
Natty and Julie walked in together, both in slightly different outfits tonight. Natty wore a black sports bra that left very little to the imagination—her full, round breasts pushed up and together, the deep cleavage impossible to ignore even when she wasn’t moving—and high-waisted compression leggings that sculpted every curve of her hips and thighs. Julie had on an oversized cropped hoodie and bike shorts so tight they might as well have been painted on; the fabric hugged the pert swell of her ass like a second skin.
They greeted him with careful professionalism.
“Ready to run the full routine?” Natty asked, already cueing the track on the speaker.
Alex nodded quickly. “Yeah. Let’s do it.”
The first run-through actually went… okay. He hit most of his marks, kept his eyes on the mirror instead of their bodies, even managed to match Julie’s sharp isolations during the chorus. Julie gave a small, surprised nod when he nailed the footwork transition she’d drilled into him last time. Maybe it actually worked, she thought. One messy handjob and he’s suddenly competent?
Natty felt a flicker of relief too. Good. Company pressure off our backs for a minute.
Then came the partnered section.
The choreographer had added a dramatic lift near the bridge—nothing crazy, just Alex scooping under Natty’s waist from behind while she arched back into a dramatic lean, one leg extended, head tilted so her long hair spilled over his shoulder. On stage it would look powerful, sensual, romantic. In practice, with only the three of them…
Natty positioned herself in front of him. “Okay, on the count of eight. Hands here—” She guided his skinny arms around her waist, right under the swell of her breasts. “Firm grip, but don’t squeeze too hard. Lift on the drop.”
Alex swallowed. Her skin was warm through the thin fabric of the sports bra. Her perfume—something sweet and expensive—filled his nose. And when she leaned back into the dip, demonstrating the angle…
Her breasts pressed heavily against his forearms. Soft. Warm. Impossible to ignore. Every time she breathed, they shifted, the deep valley of her cleavage rising and falling right in his line of sight. Don’t look down. Don’t look down. Don’t—
He looked.
Julie, standing off to the side counting them in, noticed immediately. She saw the way his eyes glazed, the slight tremble in his hands. Oh no. Not again. “Alex,” she said sharply. “Eyes up. Focus on her face, not… everything else.”
Natty felt it too—the way his grip tightened involuntarily, fingers digging a little too deep into the soft flesh above her hips. She exhaled slowly through her nose. Kid’s hard again. I can literally feel it pressing against my lower back. She didn’t pull away, though. The company wanted results. And if this lift was part of the debut choreo, he had to get it right.
“Let’s try again,” Natty said, voice calm but edged. She reset, arching back into him once more. This time she pressed deliberately—rolling her hips just enough that her ass brushed the front of his sweats on the way down. “Like this. Feel the timing.”
Alex whimpered under his breath. The friction was torture. Her curves were everywhere—breasts spilling over his arms, hips grinding subtly against him with each practice rep. She’s doing it on purpose. They both are. Fuck, I can’t—
On the third attempt the lift went wrong. His arms shook, he overcorrected, and instead of a clean dip they ended up chest-to-back, her body flush against his front, breasts mashed against his forearms so hard he could feel her nipples through the fabric.
Julie stepped forward, arms crossed. “Okay, stop. You’re not even hearing the count anymore.”
Alex’s face was beet red. “I’m sorry—I’m trying—”
“You’re trying,” Natty finished for him, gently disentangling herself but not stepping far. She turned to face him, hands on her hips, chest still heaving from the exertion. “But you’re distracted. Again.” Her eyes dropped pointedly to the very obvious tent in his sweats. “We can either keep pretending this isn’t a problem… or we can handle it. Again.”
Julie rubbed her temple. I cannot believe we’re doing round two. But if he keeps dropping her during that lift, the choreographer’s gonna report back to Mr. Kim and then we’re all screwed.
She sighed, long and suffering. “Fine. But this time we make it quick. And you better lock in after.”
Natty gave him a slow once-over, then stepped closer, pressing her body against his front again—deliberately letting him feel every soft inch of her breasts against his narrow chest. “You like these, don’t you?” she murmured, voice low. “That’s why you can’t focus during the lift.”
Alex could only nod, throat dry.
Julie moved behind him this time, hands sliding around his waist to palm him through the sweats. “And you still can’t stop thinking about my ass either,” she added, pressing herself flush to his back so he could feel her perky cheeks against his lower spine. She gave a tiny, teasing grind—just enough to make him buck forward into Natty.
They worked him together like that: Natty rolling her hips against his front, letting her breasts drag up and down his chest with every breath; Julie grinding slow circles from behind, whispering filthy little encouragements in his ear.
“Gonna come for us again?” Julie teased, squeezing him through the fabric. “Get it all out so you can actually hold her up next time.”
Natty leaned in, lips brushing his earlobe. “Come on, baby. Right here, between us. Then we finish practice like professionals.”
It didn’t take long.
Alex shuddered hard, hips jerking between them as he spilled into his sweats for the second time in three days. His skinny frame shook; a broken moan slipped out before he could stop it.
When it was over, they stepped back in unison. Natty wiped her hands on her leggings again. Julie adjusted her shorts, avoiding eye contact in the mirror.
“Better?” Natty asked, voice neutral.
Alex nodded, panting. “Y-yeah. Much.”
Julie restarted the track. “Then from the top. And this time—when we get to the lift—you keep your damn eyes on her face.”
He did.
The lift was perfect on the next try. Clean. Strong. Focused.
The rumor mill in S2 Entertainment's trainee dorms moved faster than any comeback teaser drop.
It started small: a whispered comment in the cafeteria line the morning after the second "special session." One of the older trainees, a tall 19-year-old named Minho who'd been grinding for three years already, noticed Alex walking out of the main practice room at 1 a.m. with flushed cheeks, messy hair, and—most tellingly—a slight limp in his step like someone who'd just run a marathon in sweats.
Alex froze like a deer in headlights. "Y-yeah, just… long practice. Natty and Julie are really pushing me."
Minho raised an eyebrow. "Pushing you, huh?" He laughed it off, but later that night in the shared room, he muttered to the bunk below him, "Kid's getting private lessons from KioL members. Bet it's not just dance."
The skepticism came quick.
"Bro, no way," said Jihoon, the group's self-proclaimed realist, scrolling through his phone. "They're idols. They don't risk their careers for some skinny 18-year-old. Alex probably just tripped during a lift and bruised his ego."
Another trainee, a quiet visual named Seungmin, shrugged from his bed. "I saw Julie leave the building with him once. Looked normal. Maybe they're just good sunbaes."
But the doubt wasn't universal. By the next afternoon, a small cluster in the gym—three guys stretching before vocal class—were trading theories.
"I heard she was grinding on him," one whispered.
"Grinding? Like, actual grinding?" another scoffed. "Come on. That's fanfic shit."
"Swear on my trainee contract. Someone saw the lights still on in Studio 3 at 2 a.m. And Alex came out looking like he'd seen God."
Alex tried to ignore it. He kept his head down in group classes, answered questions with short nods, avoided eye contact. But every time he passed the main hallway and caught sight of Natty or Julie heading to their own schedule, his stomach flipped. They know. Some of them know. Fuck.
Meanwhile, Natty and Julie felt the shift too.
During a quick water break in their third session together (three days after the lift incident), Julie leaned against the mirror, towel around her neck. "The trainees are talking."
Natty wiped sweat from her cleavage, sports bra still clinging. "Of course they are. Alex isn't exactly subtle when he limps out of here."
Julie snorted despite herself. "We need to be more careful. Or… stop."
Natty gave her a long look. "Can we stop? Mr. Kim texted me this morning. 'Progress looks promising. Keep it up.' If we back off now and Alex starts slipping again…"
Julie groaned, sliding down the mirror until she was sitting on the floor. "I hate this. But yeah. Fine. One more time. Different approach though. No more dry-humping in the middle of the room like horny teenagers. If we're doing this, we do it smarter."
Natty smirked, though her eyes were tired. "Smarter how?"
Julie thought for a second, then glanced at Alex—who was across the room pretending to review choreo notes on his phone but clearly listening. "We make him choose how he wants it this time. Let him say it out loud. That way if anyone ever asks, he can't pretend it was all us forcing him."
Natty raised an eyebrow. "Cruel."
"Practical."
They called him over.
Alex approached like he was walking into a lion's den, skinny frame hunched, eyes darting between them.
Julie crossed her arms under her small chest. "Sit."
He sat on the floor between them, back against the mirror.
Natty crouched in front of him, close enough that her breasts nearly brushed his knees. "The rumors are starting. People suspect something. So we're being extra careful from now on."
Julie knelt beside her, voice low. "But you're still getting distracted. We can see it. Every time I twerk or Natty breathes too hard, your brain short-circuits. We need to fix that before evaluation next week."
Alex swallowed. "I-I'm sorry. I'll try harder—"
"No," Natty cut in gently. "Trying isn't enough anymore. We're going to help you again. But differently. And you're going to pick how."
Julie leaned closer, her bangs falling forward. "Options. Pick one. We do it, you come, you focus for real after. No more half-assed practices."
She held up one finger.
"Option one: I sit on your face. Full weight. You don't touch—just tongue and breathe me in until you can't anymore. I control the pace."
Two fingers.
"Option two: Natty uses her tits. Titjob. You stay dressed, she presses them around you, slides, squeezes. You watch the whole time."
Three fingers.
"Option three: We both use our hands and mouths. Double blowjob/hand combo. Teasing, edging, no rushing. You beg when you're close."
Natty added softly, "Or say none of the above and we walk out. But then the next time you stare during choreo, we're done helping. Your call, trainee."
Alex's breathing was already ragged. His mind spun—images crashing together: Julie's perky ass smothering him, Natty's soft, heavy breasts wrapped around his cock, both of their lips and tongues working him in tandem.
He looked between them, face burning, voice barely a whisper.
"I… I choose…"
Alex stared at the floor for what felt like forever, cheeks burning hotter than the practice room lights. His voice came out small, barely above a whisper.
“Option… two.”
Julie raised an eyebrow, a tiny smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth despite the reluctance still lingering in her eyes. “Natty’s tits. Bold choice, trainee.”
Natty let out a soft, almost amused huff. She shifted her weight, the black sports bra stretching taut across her chest as she did. “Alright then. But listen carefully—we want this over fast. You come quick, we clean up, we go back to actual practice. No dragging it out. Understood?”
Alex nodded frantically. “Y-yes. I’ll… I’ll try.”
Julie stood up first, brushing imaginary dust off her bike shorts. “We’re locking the door again. And no phones, no recording, nothing. This stays here.” She walked over, clicked the lock, then dimmed the overhead lights just enough that the mirrors reflected softer shadows instead of harsh fluorescents. If we’re doing this, at least make it quick and clinical, she thought. He’s already leaking pre-cum through his sweats just from saying it out loud.
Natty knelt in front of him again, closer this time. She hooked her thumbs under the bottom hem of her sports bra and slowly—almost teasingly—peeled it up and over her head. Her full breasts spilled free, heavy and round, nipples already stiff from the cool air and maybe something else she refused to name. She didn’t cover herself; instead she cupped them from underneath, lifting slightly, letting them settle with a soft bounce.
Alex’s breath stopped entirely.
“Eyes here,” Natty said quietly, voice firm but not unkind. “You wanted this. So look.”
She shuffled forward on her knees until she was straddling his outstretched legs, not quite sitting on his lap but close enough that the heat of her body radiated against him. She leaned in, pressing her bare breasts together with both hands, creating a perfect, soft valley right at the level of his crotch.
Julie moved behind Alex, kneeling so she could hold his skinny shoulders steady. “Pants down. Just enough.”
His hands shook as he pushed the waistband of his sweats and boxers past his hips. His cock sprang free—average size, but painfully hard, flushed dark and already glistening at the tip. He whimpered at the sudden exposure.
Natty didn’t waste time. She leaned forward, enveloping him completely between her breasts. The warmth was immediate, overwhelming—soft skin sliding against sensitive flesh, the natural weight of her chest pressing him in from both sides. She squeezed gently with her arms, creating slick, perfect friction as she began to move.
Up. Down. Slow at first.
“Like that?” she murmured, watching his face. His eyes were glued to the sight—her nipples brushing the underside of his shaft with every stroke, cleavage glistening slightly from the light sheen of sweat already on her skin.
Alex’s hips jerked involuntarily. “Y-yes… fuck…”
Julie leaned closer to his ear from behind. “Come on. Don’t make us work for it. Just let go.”
But he didn’t.
Natty picked up the pace—faster slides, more pressure, letting her breasts bounce a little with each motion so he could feel every jiggle. The wet sound of skin on skin filled the quiet room. She even tilted forward once so the head of his cock brushed her collarbone, leaving a shiny streak there.
Still nothing.
His breathing was ragged, body trembling, but he wasn’t close—not yet. Every time she thought he was about to tip over, he’d tense and hold back, eyes squeezing shut like he was fighting it.
Julie frowned. “Dude. You’re lasting way too long for someone who was basically humping air five minutes ago.”
“I—I’m trying,” Alex gasped. “It’s just… it feels too good. I don’t want it to end yet.”
Natty paused mid-stroke, breasts still wrapped snugly around him. She looked up, expression caught somewhere between annoyance and reluctant understanding. “You’re serious.”
He nodded miserably. “Please… can I… can I touch them? Just a little? While you keep going?”
Julie and Natty exchanged a long glance over his head.
Julie sighed. “Fine. But only because we need you to finish eventually. And you stop the second we say.”
Natty released the pressure just enough for him to move. “Go ahead.”
His skinny hands came up hesitantly—like he was afraid they’d vanish if he moved too fast. He cupped the undersides first, feeling their weight, thumbs brushing the soft curves. Then higher, palms sliding over the tops, fingers splaying so her nipples peeked between them. He groaned low in his throat, hips rocking up into the tunnel she’d made again.
Natty resumed her rhythm—slower now, letting him control the pace a little. Every time he squeezed gently, she pressed back harder, rewarding the touch with more friction.
Julie watched from behind, one hand resting lightly on his shoulder. Part of her wanted to roll her eyes at how long he was dragging this out. Another part—the part she hated admitting existed—found the way his face looked right now almost… fascinating. Pure, desperate worship.
Minutes stretched.
He explored every inch he could reach—tracing the underside with reverent fingertips, thumbing her nipples until they hardened even more, pressing his face briefly between them when she leaned close enough. Natty let him. She even arched her back a little, giving him better access, though her cheeks were flushed now too.
“Still not there?” Julie finally asked, voice tight.
Alex shook his head, panting. “Almost… just… a little more…”
Natty sped up again—faster, tighter, slicker from all the pre-cum he was leaking. His hands gripped harder, thumbs circling her nipples in frantic little patterns. His hips stuttered.
“There—” he gasped. “Fuck, I’m—”
This time he didn’t fight it.
He came with a full-body shudder, spilling thick ropes across the tops of Natty’s breasts, some hitting her collarbone, a few streaks landing on her chin before she tilted her head back. His moan was broken, almost pained in how intense it was. His skinny frame jerked hard between them, hands still clutching her like she was the only thing keeping him grounded.
When it finally ended, he slumped forward, forehead resting against the soft valley between her breasts, breathing like he’d run ten kilometers.
Natty stayed still for a long moment, letting him come down. Then she gently pried his hands away and sat back on her heels. Cum glistened on her skin in pearly streaks. She looked down at it, then up at him with a tired half-smile.
“Happy now?”
Alex could only nod weakly. “Thank you… both of you.”
Julie stood, grabbing a pack of wet wipes from her gym bag and tossing them to Natty. “Clean up. We’re not done tonight. You’ve got twenty minutes to recover, then we’re running the lift sequence again. And if you get distracted even once…”
“I won’t,” he promised, voice hoarse. “I swear.”
Natty wiped herself down slowly, deliberately letting him watch the last traces disappear under the wipe. “Good boy.”
They gave him space to pull his pants back up while they re-dressed. The room smelled faintly of sex and sweat now, but the mirrors showed three people who—at least on the surface—looked ready to get back to work.
Julie restarted the track.
“From the top. Lift on eight.”
This time, when Natty leaned back into his arms, Alex kept his eyes locked on her face the entire time.
The lift was flawless.
The evaluation day arrived faster than any of them wanted.
March 3, 2026—early afternoon in S2 Entertainment’s main performance hall. Floor-to-ceiling windows let in pale winter light, but the room felt stifling anyway. Folding chairs had been set up in neat rows for the small audience: Mr. Kim at the center front, flanked by two senior managers, the choreographer, and a vocal coach scribbling notes. A single camera on a tripod recorded everything “for internal review.” The pressure was tangible, like static electricity in the air.
Alex waited backstage in a small holding area—black fitted shirt, slim jeans, hair styled forward to look sharper than his usual messy trainee look. He was bouncing on the balls of his feet, skinny frame vibrating with nerves. Don’t fuck this up. Don’t stare. Don’t get hard. Just perform. The memory of Natty’s breasts wrapped around him three days ago kept flashing uninvited—soft, warm, endless. He squeezed his eyes shut and forced a deep breath.
Natty and Julie were already on stage, positioned as “demonstrators” since the routine was partially a duo lift sequence. They’d be joining Alex for key parts to show proper execution. Natty wore the performance version of her practice outfit: cropped black top with strategic cutouts that framed her cleavage, high-waisted shorts hugging every curve. Julie had on a cropped hoodie unzipped just enough to show toned midriff, bike shorts, and her signature bangs swept to one side. Both looked every inch the idols—polished, untouchable.
Mr. Kim’s voice crackled over the intercom. “We’re starting in two minutes. Alex, you’re up first with the solo verse, then transition to partnered section with Natty and Julie. Full run-through. No stops unless I say.”
Alex stepped onto the stage. The lights dimmed to rehearsal mode—soft spots, no blinding strobes yet. Music cued.
He started strong.
Vocals were raw but on-pitch, footwork sharp from all the drilled repetitions. During the chorus build, he hit every isolation Julie had beaten into him. The small audience murmured approval. Mr. Kim even leaned forward slightly, nodding.
Then came the lift.
Natty moved into position in front of him—back to his chest, arms raised gracefully. On the drop, he scooped under her waist like they’d practiced a hundred times. She arched back into the dramatic lean, head tilting, long hair cascading over his shoulder. Her breasts pressed firmly against his forearms again, the cropped top doing nothing to hide how soft and full they felt even through fabric. The cutouts let skin touch skin in places.
Alex’s grip stayed steady.
Eyes locked forward—on the back of her head, on the mirror beyond, anywhere but down at the deep valley of cleavage rising and falling with her controlled breaths. He lifted clean, held the pose for the required four counts, then eased her down with perfect timing.
No stumble. No shake. No obvious distraction.
Julie slid in next for the quick partnered twerk-sync section—side by side, mirroring each other’s hip pops. Alex matched her rhythm without missing a beat, gaze fixed on her reflection in the mirror instead of the hypnotic bounce of her perky ass. He even added the extra shoulder roll the choreographer had wanted, earning a small thumbs-up from her when the music paused for transition.
The routine ended on a clean group pose: Alex center, Natty and Julie flanking him, all three breathing hard but composed.
Silence for a beat.
Then Mr. Kim clapped—slow, deliberate.
“Impressive,” he said, standing. “Significant improvement. Vocals have matured, dance execution is debut-level. The partnered work…” He paused, eyes flicking between the three of them. “Very natural chemistry. Almost too natural.”
Natty felt her stomach drop. Too natural? What does that mean?
Julie kept her face neutral, but her fingers twitched at her sides.
Mr. Kim stepped closer to the stage edge, gaze lingering on Alex a second longer than comfortable. The boy was flushed—post-performance adrenaline, sure—but there was also a glassy, almost euphoric afterglow in his eyes. The same look he’d worn leaving the practice room after their last “session.” Mr. Kim’s brow furrowed slightly.
“Alex,” he said evenly. “You seem… particularly focused today. Whatever Natty and Julie have been doing in those late-night sessions, it’s working.”
Alex swallowed. “Th-thank you, sir. They’ve been great mentors.”
Mr. Kim’s smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I’m sure they have.” He turned to Natty and Julie. “Ladies, excellent job guiding him. But I’d like a private word with you both after this. Progress report details.”
They nodded in unison, polite smiles plastered on.
As the small group dispersed—managers murmuring among themselves, choreographer already texting notes—Alex caught Natty’s eye. She gave him the tiniest nod: You did good. Julie mouthed “proud” behind Mr. Kim’s back, but her expression was tight.
Backstage, once the others cleared out, Alex slumped against the wall, adrenaline crashing. I didn’t fuck up. I actually did it. But the high was laced with unease. Mr. Kim had noticed something. Not the sessions exactly—but the aftermath. The way Alex looked at them now wasn’t just trainee-to-sunbae respect anymore. It was worshipful. Hungry. Lingering.
Natty and Julie joined him a minute later, slipping through the side door before their “private meeting.”
Julie leaned against the opposite wall, arms crossed. “You killed it. Seriously. No distractions. Not even during the lift.”
Natty stepped closer, voice low. “But Mr. Kim clocked something. He’s not stupid. If he starts asking questions…”
Alex looked between them, panic creeping back. “What do we do?”
Julie exhaled sharply. “We play it cool. Say it’s strict training, repetition, tough love. Nothing more.”
Natty studied Alex for a long moment—his flushed cheeks, the way his eyes still drifted to her chest for half a second before snapping up. “And you,” she said softly, “keep that post-nut clarity going. No more private sessions unless he slips again. We can’t risk it.”
But even as she said it, part of her felt a strange pang. The power dynamic, the way he’d lasted so long last time just to savor her body… it had been intoxicating in a way she hadn’t expected.
Julie pushed off the wall. “Come on. They’re waiting for us. Act normal.”
As they headed toward Mr. Kim’s office, Alex trailing a step behind, he couldn’t help one last glance—at Julie’s swaying hips, at Natty’s curves shifting under the cropped top.
He told himself it was the last time.
The evaluation had gone better than expected. Mr. Kim’s praise still echoed in their ears as the three of them slipped away from the performance hall and into one of the unused vocal booths on the lower floor—soundproofed, windowless, forgotten. The door locked behind them with a soft click.
Julie leaned against the mixing console, arms crossed, still buzzing from the performance high. “You actually pulled it off. No staring, no shaking, no obvious boner during the lift. I’m… impressed.”
Natty sat on the edge of the small couch, legs crossed, cropped top still clinging to her sweat-damp skin. She looked at Alex—really looked. The boy was different now. Still skinny, still small, but there was a quiet confidence in his posture he hadn’t had two weeks ago. And his eyes… they burned.
“We said this would be the last time,” Natty reminded him gently. “One reward to lock it in. Then we stop. For real.”
Alex nodded slowly. “I know.” He stepped closer, voice low. “But if it’s really the last… I want to choose again.”
Julie tilted her head. “You already had your pick last time. Natty’s tits. You dragged it out for twenty fucking minutes.”
“I want both of you this time.” He swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing. “Both of you… sucking me. Together. At the same time.”
Natty’s eyebrows shot up. Julie let out a short, incredulous laugh.
“Then,” Alex continued, quieter, “I want to fuck you. Both of you. And come… inside.”
The room went dead silent.
Julie straightened. “No. Absolutely not. We’re not raw-dogging a trainee. Pregnancy risk, STI risk, career-ending scandal risk. Hard pass.”
Natty shook her head too, though slower. “Condoms or nothing. And even then… we’re pushing it. This whole thing has already gone way too far.”
Alex’s expression didn’t waver. “Okay. Condoms. I promise. Just… let me feel you. Both of you. Please. One last time.”
They exchanged a long look. Julie rubbed her temple. We’re idiots. But he did nail the eval. And Mr. Kim’s watching us now. If we cut him off cold and he cracks… Natty sighed, resigned. Fine. One stupid, final mistake. Then we’re done.
“Condoms,” Julie repeated firmly. “You wear one the whole time. You pull out before you come—no, scratch that. You come on our stomachs or tits. Nowhere inside.”
Alex nodded quickly. “Deal.”
They moved fast—almost mechanically at first.
Julie dropped to her knees first, tugging his jeans and boxers down in one motion. Natty joined her a second later, both on the floor in front of him. His cock was already rock-hard, flushed and leaking.
They didn’t tease long.
Julie took the head into her mouth—hot, wet, tongue swirling around the slit while her hand pumped the base. Natty leaned in from the side, lips sliding along the shaft, tongue tracing the thick vein underneath. They met in the middle, tongues brushing each other as they worked him in tandem, sloppy and uncoordinated at first, then finding a rhythm. Julie sucked harder, cheeks hollowing; Natty lapped at the underside, humming softly so the vibration traveled straight through him.
Alex’s hands fisted in their hair—gently at first, then tighter. “Fuck… both of you… like that…”
He didn’t last as long in their mouths as he had between Natty’s tits. Minutes, maybe. His hips stuttered, thighs trembling.
“Stop,” he gasped. “Not yet. I want… inside.”
They pulled off with wet pops, lips shiny. Julie wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “Condom. Now.”
Alex fumbled in his pocket—thank god he’d come prepared—and rolled one on with shaking fingers. Thin, clear latex. Looked legitimate.
Julie went first.
She pushed him down onto the couch, straddled him without preamble. Bike shorts shoved to the side, no panties underneath—she sank down slowly, taking him inch by inch. Tight. Hot. She hissed through her teeth. “Fuck… you’re thicker than you look.”
She rode him hard—short, sharp bounces, small ass slapping against his thighs. Alex gripped her hips, thrusting up to meet her, eyes locked on the way her perky cheeks jiggled with every drop.
Natty knelt beside them, kissing his neck, whispering encouragements. “Good boy… fuck her like you mean it…”
Julie came first—quick, surprised, clenching around him with a muffled curse. She climbed off, legs shaky. “Your turn,” she told Natty, voice rough.
Natty pushed Alex flat on his back. She peeled off her shorts and climbed on reverse—facing away so he had a perfect view of her ass and the way her pussy swallowed him whole. She rolled her hips in slow, filthy circles, then picked up speed, breasts bouncing heavily with each downward thrust.
Alex watched, mesmerized—the curve of her back, the jiggle of her ass, the way her wetness coated the condom. He reached around, fingers finding her clit, rubbing fast circles.
Natty moaned—loud, unfiltered. “Shit… right there…”
She clenched hard around him, coming with a full-body shudder. That was his cue.
He sat up suddenly, arms wrapping around her waist from behind, still buried deep. “I’m close… fuck…”
Julie, watching from the side, narrowed her eyes. “Pull out. Remember?”
Alex nodded—too fast. “Yeah… yeah…”
But he didn’t.
At the last second, as the first pulse hit, he yanked the condom off in one smooth motion—latex snapping free—and slammed back inside Natty bare.
Natty gasped. “Wait—!”
Too late.
He came hard, hips jerking, spilling deep inside her with thick, hot spurts. His moan was broken, almost pained. “Fuck… Natty… sorry… couldn’t…”
She froze—body still trembling from her own orgasm—feeling every pulse, every warm flood. Her mind blanked for a second. Then reality crashed in.
“You fucking idiot,” she hissed, shoving off him. Cum leaked out immediately, dripping down her thigh. She scrambled for tissues, wiping frantically.
Julie was already on her feet, furious. “You promised. You absolute piece of shit.”
Alex curled in on himself, panting, cock still twitching against his stomach. “I… I’m sorry. It felt too good. I couldn’t stop.”
Natty stood, legs shaking, pulling her shorts back on over the mess. Her voice was low, deadly calm. “This is over. Right now. You breathe a word of any of this—to anyone—and we tell Mr. Kim everything. Every session. Every time we ‘helped’ you focus. Your debut? Gone. Your career? Over before it starts.”
Julie pointed at the door. “Get out. Clean yourself up somewhere else. And don’t look at us in practice again unless it’s professional.”
Alex dressed in silence, head down. He paused at the door, voice small. “I really am sorry. And… thank you. For everything.”
Neither answered.
He left.
The door clicked shut.
Natty sank onto the couch, staring at the floor. Julie stood frozen for a long moment, then finally sat beside her.
They didn’t speak for a while.
Eventually Natty whispered, “We need Plan B. And STI tests. And we never do this again. Ever.”
Julie nodded. “Never.”
Outside, in the hallway, Alex leaned against the wall, heart still racing.
He’d crossed a line he couldn’t uncross.
But deep down—twisted and wrong—he didn’t regret the feeling.
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Joon,” she said, not turning around. “They’re here.”
Her boyfriend looked up from his laptop, where he’d been pretending to work on freelance translations. In truth, he’d spent the last hour watching videos of people restoring old furniture. “What’s here?”
“The packages. The new shelving unit for the study, the ceramic planters, and the big one—the rice cooker with the fermentation setting. She finally turned, holding her phone up. “All three arrived at the village post office. They said pickup by six.”
Joon pushed his glasses up his nose. “All three? Natty, the last time I tried to carry one of your ‘small’ packages from the bus stop, I threw out my shoulder for a week.”
Natty crossed her arms. She was smaller than him by a foot, but her stare had the weight of tectonic plates. “I have a deadline. And you promised you’d help more with the house stuff.”
He sighed, running a hand through his dark, perpetually messy hair. “Fine. But I’m taking the hand truck.”
The village post office was a fifteen-minute walk down a winding road lined with persimmon trees, their branches bare and claw-like. Joon had just managed to drag the hand truck out of their storage shed when a voice called out from the neighboring house—the only other occupied property on their little lane for the next half kilometer.
"Are you planning to move a mountain or just a very ambitious IKEA order?”
Ken emerged from his gate, wiping grease off his hands with a rag. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and Black—originally from Atlanta, as he’d told them the week they moved in. He’d come to Korea three years ago for an automotive engineering contract that kept getting extended. Theirs was a friendship born of proximity: a nod over fences, a shared complaint about the spotty internet, the occasional gift of homemade kimchi from Natty in exchange for Ken’s excellent sourdough.
The room was dead silent, a brutal contrast to the deafening noise that had filled her ears for the last few hours. Karina collapsed onto her bed, the mattress sinking under the weight of her body, still vibrating with adrenaline. The air conditioner hummed softly, cooling the sweaty skin on her thighs and chest, but it couldn't put out the fire burning in her crotch.
With trembling hands, she pulled her phone from the back pocket of her black skirt. The screen lit up with a blue glow in the room's darkness, revealing a notification that made her smile beneath the mask still covering her face. A message from a private fan group on KakaoTalk: "Did you see the photos of the girl on the bench? Those eyes... and that outfit..."
Karina opened the attached link. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw her own image, but not as she knew herself. On the screen, she was a stranger. A pagan goddess standing in the middle of Seoul's asphalt. There were five high-quality photos: one where her breasts arched over the shop window glass, another with her legs spread open and moonlight (or maybe a streetlamp) illuminating her wet pubes, and a final one where she looked at the camera with bright eyes behind dark sunglasses.
The comments were voracious. "Who is it?", "That mouth... that smile", "She looks so dirty." Karina felt a shiver run down her spine. It wasn't just the physical act that excited her; it was the validation of her secret. They—the strangers—now possessed a part of her that no one at SM Entertainment knew. She, the perfect leader, the flawless image, had been reduced to an anonymous object of desire for people who would never know her real name.
She stood up and walked toward the full-length mirror. The black mask still covered her mouth, but her eyes, now without glasses, shone with wild lust. She looked at her chest; the white blouse was wrinkled, buttons still open, showing red skin where sweat had dried. Her nipples were still erect, hardened by the cold air conditioner and the memory of others' gazes.
"This wasn't enough," she murmured to herself, her voice raspy. "It was just an appetizer."
The night in Gangnam was different from the day. The sun had given way to a fine rain falling on the cobblestones, making the neon lights of Gucci and Samsung signs shine brighter. People walked faster, seeking shelter under umbrellas or awnings, but the crowd in the entertainment districts remained dense. Karina felt the night air screaming for another dose of exposure.
She put a black leather jacket over her shoulders to protect herself from the cold and light rain, but didn't button it all the way. She left it open so the white blouse and her figure remained visible. She lowered the dark sunglasses to the bridge of her nose, leaving her eyes exposed to the night world. The plan was clear: go out again, but this time without the bench as a refuge. This time, she'd head where people stopped for longer.
She walked toward the Gangnam-daero metro station. It was a massive transit point, full of tired faces returning from work or leaving bars. The air smelled of rain and cheap perfume mixed with cigarette smoke. Karina stopped at the edge of the escalator going down to the platforms.
There, among the crowd, she decided to act. She didn't want to be seen by everyone, but enough to feel that pressure in her stomach. She approached a concrete pillar near the security check where a small group of men were waiting for the train. She leaned against the cold wall, letting the leather jacket fall open at her sides.
With a slow, deliberate movement, she slid her hands under the white blouse. This time it wasn't just a touch; she stretched the fabric down below her chest, exposing her bare breasts to the humid metro air. The black bra barely covered her nipples, which hardened even more with the contact of the cold.
One of the men, a young guy with a big backpack, stopped looking down and fixed his gaze on her. Karina looked directly at him through the dark glasses, keeping the mask on to hide her mischievous smile. He swallowed hard, visibly confused seeing such an elegant woman (despite the costume) exposing herself in a public place like that.
"What are you doing?" he whispered, though she knew he'd barely be heard over the noise of the approaching trains.
Karina didn't answer with words. Instead, under the thin white blouse, she let it fall down her body. Her breasts, barely covered by the tiny bra, moved slightly with each heavy breath. The fine rain coming in through the metro doors hit her shoulders, but she didn't move.
Then, with her free hand, she pulled the black skirt up to her waist. The cold air of the tunnel brushed against her thighs and crotch. She was already wet; what should have been her most private part was there, mixing with the sweat from the night. The fabric of the black thong stuck to her skin like a second layer, but now, without the blouse covering it, everything was visible for anyone looking in her direction.
The train arrived with a sharp whistle and the doors opened. Passengers started boarding, pushing past each other. Karina stayed still on the edge of the platform, a statue of flesh and desire among the anonymous crowd. A few men boarded the car and passed right in front of her. Their gazes dropped instinctively: first to her bare breasts, then to her lifted skirt, and finally to her exposed crotch under the metro rain.
One of them, an older man in a grey suit, stopped right beside her before entering. He looked her up and down with a mix of curiosity and contained lust. Karina felt her legs trembling, not from the cold, but from anticipation.
"Do you like it?" she asked in a barely audible whisper, lifting her gaze to him. "Do they like seeing a girl like me down here?"
The man blinked, confused by her audacity. Karina smiled behind the mask, a smile only he could guess at. He nodded slowly, not taking his eyes off her bare breasts.
"Yes," he responded with a raspy voice. "Mu... much."
Karina entered the car and sat in an empty seat near the door. She let herself fall back, letting her body stretch out along the full length of the bench. The leather jacket fell to the floor, revealing her legs and wet crotch completely to the eyes of all passengers passing down the aisle.
The train started moving with a rhythmic clatter. Every jolt made her breasts move freely and her nipples more exposed outside the bra, let her skirt ride higher, and let her skin brush against the wet thong fabric. She closed her eyes and let the sound of metal on tracks fill her mind. It was no longer just rebellion; it was a ritual.
As the train advanced and she started hearing the sounds of phones taking photos, she knew she was the muse for those pictures everyone would use at home... just imagining all those men coming to give themselves pleasure in bed seeing her... even some married ones surely would reject their wives that night to dedicate proper time to the photos and videos being taken of her right now. Karina felt pleasure start rising from her crotch up to her throat. She didn't need to touch herself to feel it. The gaze of strangers, the cold rain on her breasts, the complicit silence of the metro... all was enough.
But she knew this would pass too. Tomorrow, when she woke up, the photos would be in more places, and she'd have to decide whether to go out again or stay locked in her fame bubble. For now, however, she let herself be carried by the current of the train, an anonymous queen on a throne of metal and flickering lights, knowing the whole world was watching even if no one knew who she really was.
When the train arrived at her destination, she stood up with difficulty, legs still trembling. She put the white blouse back on, but this time didn't button it all the way. The leather jacket covered her only partially as she walked toward the exit, leaving behind a trail of looks and whispers that were already starting to circulate in passengers' phones.
Karina stepped out into Gangnam's night air where the rain had stopped but the asphalt still shone like a black mirror. She adjusted the dark glasses over her nose and smiled for herself.
"Tomorrow will be another day," she whispered. "And maybe... maybe we won't need masks."
She disappeared into the crowd, leaving behind the echo of her own footsteps and the memory of how it felt to be seen, really seen, for the first time in her life.
A/N - Basically two fics combined into one. The grey dress from Seulgi's Wuhan fanmeet blew my mind (scroll a bit down to find it), and this fit with the yellow dress somehow added more to the damage to my heart.
“miss you already… hurry back?”
This is the photo Seulgi sends to me in the morning, as I am trying to finish my 30 minute run, just five minutes away from the resort that Seulgi’s team booked for her.
Not a simple good morning text. Not asking where I am. Just sending me a selfie with her all dolled up, because Seulgi is very aware of the effect she has on me and she knows I will drop everything and run back to her. Seulgi practically has me on a leash, and I am all too happy to oblige anytime she tugs on the proverbial leash.
Under the harsh sunlight, I squinted hard to see her selfie. I see Seulgi wearing a silky pale-yellow (The Red Velvet girls take their representative colors very seriously, as I have witnessed) sleeveless top that clings to her body, the fabric draped low and soft across her chest, the opening for arm big enough to show the soft swell of her left breast, made to look all the more prominent as she is leaning on her left side. Her gray shorts ride high on her toned thighs, the hem teasing the edge of the chair. Her dark hair is pulled back into a low, messy bun with a few soft strands framing her face, and Seulgi is looking off to the side with that calm, sultry expression, lips slightly parted.
My cock twitches hard against my shorts before I even finish processing it. Seulgi’s body looks relaxed and glowing, that yellow silk glowing against her skin, the way her thighs look so smooth and bare. I can practically smell the sunscreen and pool water on her, the faint vanilla of her lotion mixing with the warm Bali breeze. My thumbs shake as I type back “on my way” and I’m already turning around, practically sprinting the last stretch of the run till the resort is in sight.
I find Seulgi still lounging around the pool, her staff nowhere to be seen. She looks at me through her sunglasses and instantly realizes she successfully pulled me to where she wanted me; sweaty and panting right in front of her, eagerly waiting to see what she does next. She stands up from the chair and walks towards me, hands me her phone, and asks, “Could you take a photo of me sitting? I can’t find any of my team members.” and smirks. Seulgi’s smirk is enough to let me know that whatever she has planned for next, she did not want her staff to be present in the immediate vicinity.
I squat down, with her phone in hand, prepared to take her photos. She almost sits down in front of me, her top riding over her back a bit, showing off her toned back, and the hem of her skirt gets pushed up further to remind me how absolutely delightful her bare thighs are. As I get too engrossed looking at her thighs, to make me put my attention back to the task in hand (which is to take pretty photos of her), she purses her lips and blows me a noisy kiss, the kind that hollows her cheeks just a little, and reminding me off all the things she can and has done with her lips. I press the shutter button, back to reality enough to take her photos, but the combination of her body, pose, and approach proving too much for me to think clearly.
Seulgi stands up, checks the photos of hers that I took, and clearly delighted, kisses me on the cheek, still acting innocently as if she does not know just the touch of her naturally pouty lips anywhere on my skin is enough to make me feel like a dog in heat. Seulgi is in a mood to tease me today, and she keeps her lips pressed against my cheek longer than she usually does, slightly parting her lips to push the tip of her tongue against my skin, sending a jolt of lust throughout my body.
Seulgi immediately steps backward, her lips now curved in a teasing smile, as she says, “Baby, can you wait here for a few minutes? I have something I need to find in my bedroom, and we can go have breakfast after I find it.” All I can vocalize is, “yes, baby, take your time.”, because after all these years of being with Seulgi, her touches and invitations still feel like the first time.
After a few minutes, just when I start feeling that my blood has stopped rushing to my cock, I receive another selfie from Seulgi. It is a mirror selfie from her bedroom. She is sitting on the side of her bed, one leg crossed over the other, her skirt riding up even further, making her thighs look like a five course michelin meal, her top thigh pressing down on the lower one so her muscle dimples slightly. “Can’t find what I was looking for. Help me?”
My body starts moving before my mind even processes anything, because my body is well aware of the combination of Seulgi and her bedroom and what usually comes next. I rush from the swimming pool to the bedroom, and push the door open, heart hammering. I see Seulgi sitting on the edge of the huge king bed exactly as if she’s been waiting for me to burst in. She’s still in the same pose as the photo, but now she has her back slightly arched so the satin pulls tight across her breasts. Her bun is a little messier now, a few more strands loose around her face, and she’s looking right at me with that same sultry, knowing smile.
Seulgi tilts her head innocently and asks, “Do you know what I was looking for, baby?” She bites her lower lip, eyes darkening as she continues in a low, breathy voice: “I was looking for that perfect mouth, the one that knows exactly how to lick me slow and deep until my legs shake. And those hands, the ones that pin my thighs open and curl inside me just right.” Seulgi uncrosses her legs slowly, letting them fall apart so you can see how wet she already is.
“I searched everywhere, but I couldn’t find them… so I had to text you.”
The leash snaps. I can’t hold myself back anymore, crossing the room in two steps.
I drop to my knees right in front of her on the cool tiled floor, the impact jarring my bones but I don’t care. My hands slide up her smooth calves, over her knees, and hook into the waistband of those gray shorts. Seulgi’s breath hitches audibly. Seulgi plants her feet on the edge of the bed so her thighs part just enough for me to tug the fabric down. I peel the shorts off slowly, savoring the way the material drags over her skin, revealing the smooth, bare, and undeniably wet pussy I’ve been aching for since that photo hit my phone. She’s glistening, her pussy wet and puffy, the soft pink folds shining in the natural morning light, her natural musky scent overloading my olfactory sense immediately.
“Fuck, Seulgi…” I breathe in the smell that is uniquely Seulgi, leaning in and pressing a soft, open-mouthed kiss right above her clit, feeling her shiver.
“Mmm, baby…” Seulgi whispers in her sirenlike low voice, one hand threading gently into my hair. “You don’t have to be so gentle… but I like when you start slow.”
I don’t need more permission. My middle finger traces her pink, glistening slit first, slowly, tentatively, spreading her wetness from her entrance up to her clit and back down. She’s soaked completely, a bit of her warmth leaking on the bed already. I push inside Seulgi gently, just one finger to the first knuckle, feeling her walls flutter and clench around me. Seulgi feels so tight, so warm, and the little gasp she lets out as she looks at herself in the bedroom mirror makes my cock throb painfully, but I ignore my own need, focusing on Seulgi’s pleasure only.
I add a second finger, curling them slowly, stroking that soft spot inside her while my thumb circles her clit in lazy circles, my thumb wet from Seulgi’s arousal. Seulgi’s head falls back, a soft moan spilling from her lips as she closes her eyes, “Ahh… just like that baby.”
I lean in, the smell of her arousal feeding my own more as I move closer to Seulgi’s pussy, and replace my thumb with my tongue on her clit, my two fingers never stopping their movement inside her. I lick her clit tentatively, flat and slow at first, then move to licking broad stripes up her pussy, tasting her sweet, tangy arousal. Seulgi tastes like heaven, warm and slick and unmistakably hers. I suck gently on her clit, then flick the tip of my tongue against it while my fingers keep pumping in a steady rhythm. Her hips start to roll against my face, nothing less than a primal dance, chasing the pleasure, and her fingers tighten in my hair. Seulgi opens her eyes again, half lidded with pleasure already, looking at our reflection in the mirror again, me on my knees between her open legs lapping hungrily, her nipples pebbled under her yellow top, her arousal further fueled by watching herself be pleasured this way.
I pick up the pace gradually as my fingers thrust deeper, faster, curling harder with every stroke. My tongue moves quicker, sucking and licking with more pressure, the wet, obscene sounds of me eating her out growing louder. Seulgi’s moans turn breathier, higher, right as her pussy gets wetter.
“Baby, yes, keep going like that.” Her thighs start to tremble around my head as they rest on top of my shoulders. “I’m close already.”
I don’t slow down. I flatten my tongue and press it hard against Seulgi’s clit while my fingers fuck her faster, wet, squelching sounds filling the room. Her whole body tenses, back arching, eyes closed, her thighs wrapping around my head hard; and then she comes with a broken cry as her walls clamp down around my fingers in rhythmic pulses, a fresh gush of wetness coating my hand and chin. I keep licking her through it, my fingers keep moving inside, gentler now but not stopping, drawing out every last shudder as she rides the highs of her orgasm, moaning my name in a soft voice.
Seulgi’s orgasm only fuels my own desire to pleasure her more, pushing her to highs she has not experienced before. I keep going, my fingers bury themselves more inside Seulgi’s pussy now, picking up the pace and thrusting steadily again while my tongue laps at her oversensitive clit. Seulgi’s eyes fly open, breath catching in a startled whine, as she looks at my head buried between her thighs.
“B-baby, wait, it’s too sensitive..” Her voice cracks, but her hips are still twitching toward my mouth, greedy even as she says it, as her beautifully toned thighs wrap around my head harder.
I look up at Seulgi, lips shiny with her cum, locking eyes, showing how hungry I am for her taste and for her pleasure as I say, “Not stopping, baby. If it is too much, use our safe word.”
I dive back in harder this time with renewed vigor, my tongue rougher, sucking Seulgi’s clit into my mouth with more pressure, fingers pumping faster, curling inside her again and again and again. The wet, filthy, almost squelching sounds are much louder now, her juices dripping down her pussy and my wrist onto the sheets. Seulgi’s moans turn into desperate, broken sobs of pleasure, as she opens her eyes again to look at her reflection, face contorted with bodily bliss.
“Fuck, fuck, oh my god, please don’t stop..”, Seulgi’s legs start shaking violently against my head, heels digging into my back. I can feel her second orgasm building already, faster and sharper than the first. Her walls flutter wildly around my fingers, and I smell a sharper, muskier smell coming from her body, signalling her imminent release.
Then Seulgi snaps, her back bows hard, her upper body almost parallel to the bed. A raw, guttural cry tears from her throat as she squirts. Hot, clear fluid gushes over my fingers and straight onto my tongue, splashing my face and chin and dripping down my neck. I keep licking and fingering her through it, drinking her in, the taste flooding my mouth intoxicating me and pushing me to keep going. Her whole body convulses, thighs clamping around my head so tight I can barely breathe, but I don’t pull away.
I keep going relentlessly now, tongue working her clit in tight, fast circles, fingers slamming into her soaked pussy with wet, filthy thrusts, made easier with her squirt but simultaneously difficult with her pussy contracting around my fingers. Seulgi’s voice goes hoarse, eyes rolling back, lashes fluttering.
“Baby, I can’t, too much, ahh—fuck” She’s babbling, tears of overwhelming pleasure slipping from the corners of her eyes. Her body is trembling nonstop, abs clenching, chest heaving, nipples pebbled and visible under that yellow satin top, but woefully ignored. Another orgasm crashes through Seulgi almost immediately, even stronger, and she squirts again, somehow harder this time, soaking my face and the sheets beneath her.
I still don’t stop. My jaw is aching and fingers tired, my hand and face drenched in her, my pants straining against my hard cock and wet from the precum from pleasuring Seulgi for all this time, but the sounds she’s making, the desperate, broken little whimpers and moans only make me hungrier and to push her to ecstasy. Her thighs are quaking uncontrollably now against my head, her grip in my hair almost painful.
Her eyes are glassy, half-lidded, body going limp between waves of pleasure as the overstimulation pushes her right to the edge of consciousness. Her breathing is ragged, little broken moans spilling out with every flick of my tongue, every thrust of my fingers. She’s right there—teetering, trembling, almost gone.
Seulgi’s voice cracks into a sob. “I can’t, too much—gonna black out, red, RED!”
I stop immediately at Seulgi using our safe word. I look up at her flushed, wrecked face, cheeks wet with tears, lips parted, chest rising and falling under the rumpled yellow top, and while my body is driven by lust completely, my heart makes me stop.
I move up and hold her almost limp body softly against mine, worry clouding my thoughts, as I ask, “Baby, you okay? Too much?”
Seulgi lets out a shaky, breathless laugh that turns into another soft moan, her fingers gently stroking my hair even as her body continues to twitch with aftershocks in my embrace, as she whispers, “Fuck… I am okay, baby. It was too much, but I loved it.”, voice hoarse and wrecked and so full of love it makes my chest ache.
My worry dissolves completely, an almost smug smile replacing it, satisfied with the way I could push Seulgi to her limits and how well she took it. “That’s my girl. I already can’t wait to travel around the world in 30 days with you, baby.” as I hug her closer and let her ride out the aftershocks of pleasure I was responsible for.
The hotel room in Wuhan feels like a luxurious cocoon after the electric chaos of Seulgi’s fan concert earlier tonight. The floor-to-ceiling windows frame the glittering skyline of Wuhan, the neon lights bleeding across the river and distant skyscrapers outshadowing the night stars. I’m sprawled on the massive sectional sofa, phone in hand, scrolling through the official Red Velvet instagram update that just dropped. The photo is enough to stun me for a straight minute (even after dating her for all these years, I could never get used to her beauty.) - Seulgi’s looking straight at the camera, those sharp, smoky eyes lined perfectly, lips glossy and slightly parted, the draped neckline framing her collarbones like an invitation. One of her shoulders is bare, another draped with her silky smooth hair. She’s fresh off stage, still radiating that post-performance glow, and I can’t stop imagining peeling it off her right there under the spotlights.
The door to the suite clicks open. Seulgi steps in, still in her post-concert sweats and a loose hoodie, hair pulled back in a messy ponytail, cheeks flushed from the encore cheers. She spots me on the sofa and her face lights up with that shy, tired smile that always hits me straight in the chest. “Hey, baby,” she says softly, kicking off her sneakers and padding over. “Did you see the photos? They just posted them.”
I sit up, pulling her down onto my lap before she can protest. My hands slide under the hoodie to rest on her bare waist, thumbs tracing the warm skin there. “I did. You looked insanely sexy in that gray dress. Like you were daring the whole audience to stare. And your navel, good God. So fucking hot in that dress.”
Seulgi laughs, low and breathy, nuzzling into my neck. Her skin smells like stage makeup, faint vanilla lotion, and the clean sweat of dancing under hot lights. “You liked it that much?”
“Liked it?” I grip her hips tighter, voice dropping. “I was scouring through Twitter, watching every single photos and videos of you and thinking about how badly I wanted to fuck you right there on stage. Bend you over the edge of the platform in front of everyone, lift that dress up, and bury my cock in you while the lights were still flashing.”
Seulgi’s breath catches, a shy yet seductive smile playing on her lips. “Baby… that’s so dirty. You know I’d let you if we could get away with it.” Her fingers trace my jaw, eyes darkening. “But since we can’t… what if I put the dress back on for you? Right now. Just us.”
I feel a bit lightheaded, imagining the possibility, asking, “You serious?”
Seulgi bites her lip, already reaching for her phone on the coffee table. “My stylist’s still downstairs packing. One call and she can bring it up.” Her voice turns teasing, that playful lilt I love. “You want to fuck me in it? Pretend we’re back on stage?”
“God yes,” I groan, kissing her hard, excited beyond measure. “Call her. Please.”
She giggles against my mouth, dialing quickly as she enjoys my desperation, sitting on my lap still. The conversation is short and professional, no hint of the actual intention. “Yes, unnie… just the gray one from tonight. Yes, the full look. Thanks.” She hangs up, tossing the phone aside. “Ten minutes. She’s bringing the whole thing—dress, earrings, everything.”
Those ten minutes stretch like torture. I keep her on my lap, hands roaming under her hoodie, palming her breasts through her bra while she grinds slowly against the hard line of my cock, making out like teenagers, restless and excited and messy. “I wanted you so bad on that stage,” I murmur into her ear, just as I stop sucking on her tongue. “Watching you dance, that dress moving with your body, how confident you were tonight.”
“Mmm… you should have texted me, baby.” she whispers back, nipping my earlobe and sucking on it lightly. “I could have worn the dress back to the hotel room and we could have started already..”
A knock at the door. The stylist hands over a garment bag with a knowing little smile and leaves without a word. Seulgi disappears into the bedroom to change, and when she emerges five minutes later, my mouth goes dry, my head empty.
It’s even better in person. The gray fabric drapes over her like liquid smoke, one shoulder completely exposed, the cowl neckline plunging just enough to frame the swell of her breasts. The sheer midriff panel shows off her flat, toned stomach with visible navel, the ruching at the waist cinching everything perfectly before the skirt flows down with that teasing slit up one thigh. Her hair is loose now, straight and glossy like in the photos, the silver butterfly earring sparkling. She’s barefoot, the dress pooling slightly around her ankles on the carpet.
“You like this?” she asks, doing a slow turn. The fabric shifts, clinging to her ass and hips.
“Love that.” I speak in a low, restrained voice, standing up and pulling her close immediately. My hands slide over the silky material, feeling the heat of her body underneath. “Now sit on the sofa. I need to taste you first.”
Seulgi obeys, visibly excited on the effect she has on me as she sinks back onto the cushions, legs parting just enough for the dress to ride up her thighs. I drop to my knees between them, pushing her dress up further. I ignore her bare, wet pussy completely, instead, my mouth finds her stomach immediately, kissing the warm, smooth skin. She tastes like salt and vanilla, the faint metallic tang of stage sweat and her vanilla body lotion still clinging to her. I drag my tongue slowly across her belly, circling her navel with the tip.
“Fuck, your navel is perfect,” I murmur against Seulgi’s skin, licking deeper into the little dip. It’s small and delicate, a soft oval that quivers when I suck gently on the rim. “So fucking cute. Looks like it was made for my tongue.” I worship it slowly, lapping around and inside it, feeling her abs tense under my mouth.
Seulgi’s fingers thread into my hair, a soft moan escaping mixed with a giggle at feeling tickled, “Baby… that feels so good. Keep going.”
I move higher, kissing up the exposed midriff, then detour to her left armpit. The skin there is impossibly soft, warm, with the faintest trace of her deodorant mixed with her natural scent, sweet, musky, a bit tangy from all the dancing at the fansign and not showering. I lick a long, slow stripe along the curve, tasting the subtle saltiness, inhaling hard and nuzzling into the warmth. Seulgi gasps at the novel sensation, thighs squeezing my sides. “Oh god… you’re really worshipping every inch tonight.” she breathes against my head, voice husky. “I love when you get like this.”
I spend minutes there, licking and sucking gently, my hands sliding up her sides under the dress to cup her breasts. Then I move back down to her navel, circling it again with my tongue while one hand finally slips between her legs. Seulgi has been wet ever since she sat on my lap, but she is soaking now, no panties, just bare, slick heat. I finger her slowly, two digits curling inside while my mouth keeps worshipping her bare stomach.
But the need to be inside her has been building for the last 4 hours, and I cannot wait anymore. I pull back, standing and tugging her up by the hands. “Balcony. Now. I want you looking out at Wuhan while I look at your ass and fuck you.”
Seulgi’s eyes gleam with excitement. She leads me to the wide glass doors of the balcony, with a clear, panoramic view of the city. I spin her around, pressing her front against the glass door. Her hands grip the cool metal of the door handles, as I lift the back of the dress, bunching the silky fabric around her waist. Her ass is perfect; round and firm and perky, the skin smooth and glowing under the city lights. I squeeze both cheeks hard, redding them just from the squeeze, as I spread them, mesmerized by the way they jiggle slightly under my palms.
“Baby, I love your ass so fucking much” I groan, spanking her right asscheek with a sharp crack. “So fucking perfect. Tight and soft at the same time.” Seulgi arches her back, pushing back against my bulge. “Fuck me. Right here.”
I free my cock, already throbbing, and rub the head along her slick folds, covering my tip instantly. Then I push in slowly, inch by inch, feeling Seulgi’s walls stretch and clench around me. The dress still covers her upper body completely, the gray fabric draped elegantly over her back and shoulders while her lower half is exposed to the night, for my eyes only.
“Good God, you feel like heaven already,” I moan as I push my length inside her slick, warm, inviting pussy. I grab her hips, and start thrusting slowly at first, savoring how my cock feels the texture and the warmth inside of Seulgi’s cunt, the way her ass ripples with every impact.
Seulgi moans loudly as I push into her, pushing against my cock more, like she wants even more. “Go harder.” She looks over her shoulder to look at my eyes and bites her lower lip. “Pull my hair, baby. Take me, I am yours.”
I wrap her silky black hair around my fist and yank her head back gently but firmly, arching her neck. Seulgi is visibly excited being dominated like this, her face pushed against the glass door, her tight grey dress fluttering in the wind as it covers her upper body, ass bouncing against my hips as I start fucking her harder. Skin slaps against skin, loud and wet and obscene, the smell of her arousal and sweat making me heady with lust.
I spank her again and again when I am not grabbing her hips, alternating cheeks, watching them flush pink under my hand. “This ass was made for me. It’s only mine to spank.” Between my spanks and her moaning my name, Seulgi manages to say, “Yes, spank me harder, I love when you get all horny and possessive like this. God, baby, your cock feels so good inside me.”
The kinky talk flows out of Seulgi between moans as I drive into her from behind, hair still being pulled by my hand. “I’ve been thinking about us going public, you know? Walking the streets of Europe… Paris, maybe. Making out against some old stone wall while tourists walk by. No one would recognize me with my hair down and sunglasses on. But if they did…” Her pussy clenches hard around me once, as if her pussy is responsible to prove the sincerity of her words, making me almost cum then and there, as she smiles shyly looking back at me. “I’d give them a show. Kiss you messier, let you slide your hand under my skirt right there on the sidewalk. Let the world see how much I belong to you.”
Seulgi’s words push me closer than I would like, fueling my possessiveness further. I thrust slower now, wanting to hear what more she has to say, the wet sounds of her pussy and my hips thrusting against her ass almost enough to drown her voice out. I release her hair to grab both her asscheeks again, spreading her wider, pounding deeper. “Tell me more,” I whisper as I lean forward over her back.
“I want to ride you in a café in Rome,” she pants, voice wrecked. “Skirt hiked up under the table, your fingers inside me while we drink espresso. Or in Berlin… fuck me against a graffiti wall at night, my legs around your waist. Even if someone films it, I don’t care. I’d moan your name loud enough for the whole street to hear. You’re mine, baby. And I want everyone to know.”
Seulgi’s body starts trembling, both from my relentless pounding and spanking and from sharing her public fantasies with me. I feel her walls squeezing against my cock rhythmically, attempting to drain my cum ASAP. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” she cries out. “Don’t stop, baby!”
Seulgi cums hard on my cock, thighs shaking, a gush of wetness soaking my balls and dripping down her legs. The moans from her sirenlike voice fills my ears, as I keep thrusting through her orgasm, drawing it out, her pussy clenching rhythmically around me as it feels the bliss.
I’m right at the edge myself, cock throbbing, balls tightening, holding myself back from cumming just to hear her fantasies in full. “Seulgi… I’m so close.”
She pulls off me suddenly, spinning around with a wicked, breathless smile. The dress is still perfectly in place on her upper body, draped elegantly over her chest and shoulders, the sheer midriff now slightly damp with sweat. Seulgi drops to her knees and whispers, “Cum on me,” looking up with eyes laced with lust. “All over my face, my chest, my stomach. Mark me in this dress, ruin it for everyone else.”
I stroke myself fast, impossible to hold myself back anymore. Seulgi opens her mouth, tongue out. The first burst of cum lands across her cheek, dripping down to her lips. The next hits her chest, painting the gray fabric and the swell of her breasts, covering the perkiness from her left nipple with a bit of my cum. I point lower with my cock as the last streaks of my cum shoots across her stomach, covering the sheer panel and leaking to her navel. Seulgi moans softly, catching what she can on her tongue, the rest glistening on her skin and the expensive dress.
Seulgi looks up at me from her kneeling position, a smile of pride on her cum-stricken lips, her grey dress ruined by my cum, marked by it, as she licks her lips, adjusts her messy black hair and suggests, “Keep a memoir of this, baby. Take a photo of what you did.”
I grab my phone from my pocket, snapping a quick photo of Seulgi exactly like this: kneeling on the balcony, gray dress still draped elegantly over her torso, face and chest and stomach streaked with my cum, the Wuhan nightlights painting her in neon and shadow from behind her. Her eyes sparkle as the shutter clicks.
I pull her up gently, kissing her cum-smeared lips, tasting myself on her tongue. As we wrap each other with our bodies, standing and looking at the Wuhan city sights, I cannot help but feel a strong sense of warmth and love, Seulgi’s confession of her fantasies making a permanent mark in my heart.
Seulgi murmurs, nuzzling herself closer in my embrace, “I meant what I said about Europe. It doesn’t have to be in Europe, but it definitely has to be you.”
Tags : Cum Inside, Anal, Sex Addiction, Creampie, Kissing, Double Penetration, Sex Toy, Dominance, Multiple Partners, Gag, Forced, Bondage
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That evening, the streets around the convenience store were as quiet as usual after nine o’clock. Karina, a 25-year-old female idol famous for her beautiful face and her sexy, supple figure, had just bought some snacks for her long evening of dance practice. Her long black hair swayed gently as she walked, a small shopping bag hanging from her right hand. Her large, alluring breasts swayed lightly beneath the thin T-shirt she was wearing, making her feel slightly uncomfortable in the chilly night air. She was unaware that two dark shadows were following her from behind, their steps slow but steady.
Suddenly, a rough hand clamped over her mouth from behind. Karina flinched, her innocent eyes widening in fear. The first man’s burly body pressed her against the wall of the narrow corridor, his hot breath and the pungent smell of alcohol stinging her nose. “Shut up, whore,” the man whispered in a vicious voice, his iron-like grip clamping downher shoulders. The second man, calmer but with eyes full of sadism, grabbed her legs and lifted Karina’s body into the black van that had suddenly appeared. She struggled, but her strength was no match for theirs. Karina’s heart was pounding, her mind racing: this must be a nightmare, but the pain in her arm was real. They drugged her with a wet cloth, and the world went dark.
When Karina came to, she found herself in a stuffy, unfamiliar room; the air was thick with the smell of damp and sweat. Her hands and feet were tightly bound with rough rope to an old wooden chair, her legs spread wide apart. Her supple body, which usually danced with grace, was now trapped; her breasts rose and fell rapidly as she gasped for breath. The first man, with a muscular, athletic build and a fierce face covered in small scars, stood before her, grinning. “Wake up. Tonight you are ours.” His voice was rough, full of dominance, making Karina shiver. The second man, slimmer but with a gaze as cold as a knife, nodded slowly, his hand already holding a coil of extra rope.
Karina tried to scream, but the first man immediately moved closer, his thick finger pressing against her lips. “Don’t you dare scream; tonight you’re just our sex doll.” He forced Karina’s mouth open, shoving in a hard, slippery red rubber ball, and tied it tightly behind her head. The ball pressed against her tongue, causing saliva to drip from the corner of her mouth. Karina felt sick; her eyes were glazed over, her face now full of resigned fear. She couldn’t speak, only snorting softly through her nose, her body trembling. Her mind was screaming: help, someone save me. But the room was isolated; only the sound of their three breaths echoed.
The second man switched on a bright spotlight, bathing Karina’s body in light. The two of them began setting up the recording equipment: a black camera tripod, a small microphone, and cables strewn across the concrete floor. The first man adjusted the camera angle to face Karina directly, the cold lens staring at her like a monster’s eye. “Record everything, so your fans can see this,” he said with a coarse laugh, his hand touching Karina’s chin and forcing her face towardsthe lens. Karina closed her eyes, but the second man gently pinched her cheek, forcing her to open them. “Look at the camera, whore. Show how scared you are.” The second man’s voice was calm, yet full of satisfaction, sending shivers down Karina’s spine.
As the camera began to roll, the red light flashed, and the first man moved closer.
His rough hands grabbed Karina’s T-shirt, tearing it open roughly until her large breasts were exposed. Her smooth, white skin contrasted with the straps, her pink nipples already hard from the cold and fear. Karina hissed through the ball gag, tears streaming down her cheeks. She was resigned, her body motionless, only a slight tremor betraying her panic. The first man
grinned, his rough palm covering one of her breasts,squeezing it hard until the soft flesh spilled between his fingers. “Look at this,
breasts that drive men mad,” he muttered, his voice full of lust.
The second man joined in, his hands—smoother yet firm—pinching Karina’s left nipple. He twisted it gently at first, then harder, causing Karina to squirm in her chair. The pain was sharp, but there was a strange tingling sensation—one she hated—that made her grow increasingly submissive. “Your nipples are incredibly sensitive, aren’t they? Like a professional whore,” said the second man in a teasing tone, his eyes savouring the look of fear on Karina’s face. They took turns squeezing and pinching; Karina’s breasts turned red from the pressure, her nipples swollen and sore. Karina closed her eyes, her breath coming in gasps through her nose, saliva dripping from the ball gag onto her bare chest. Her mind was in turmoil: do I want to fight back? But the bonds were too tight, and the two men were too terrifying.
They didn’t stop there. The first man loosened the restraints on Karina’s legs for a moment, only to spread her legs wider and tie them back to the chair legs. Her shorts were roughly torn off, leaving her vagina and bottom exposed. Karina felt a cold draught touch her sensitive skin, sending a shiver through her body.The second man chuckled softly, his hand touching her inner thigh, moving slowly upwards until it touched her vaginal lips, already damp with fear. “You’re already wet, aren’t you?” he whispered, his finger rubbing gently yet mercilessly. Karina shook her head weakly, but her voice was muffled; only a soft moan escaped her lips.
The first man moved closer to Karina’s side, his nose pressing against hersoft and slightly sweaty. He licked it gently at first, his rough tongue sweeping over the sensitive skin;the salty taste made him snort with satisfaction. “Your armpit tastes lovely, like honey,” he said, then licked deeper, his teeth biting lightly. Karina squirmed slightly, a mixture of disgust and strangeness churning in her stomach, but she surrendered, her eyes gazingblankly at the ceiling. The second man joined in, licking her other armpit, his tongue slow and deliberate, leaving a trail of cool wetness. The two of them licked in turn, their hot breath stinging Karina’s skin, making her feel like an animal being toyed with.
Suddenly, the first man forced a kiss on her. He released the ball gag briefly, but his hand clamped down on Karina’s jaw, forcing her lips apart. His mouth, reeking of tobacco, pressed against Karina’s lips; his tongue forced its way in, roughly exploring her mouth. Karina choked, trying to pull away, but the second man held her head from behind. “Kiss me, or we’ll make it worse,” threatened the second man. Karina gave in, her lips moving weakly, tears streaming down her face. The kiss was long and sickening; the first man’s tongue sucked on hers, leaving a bitter taste in her mouth. After that, the gag ball was put back in, silencing her completely.
They picked up a large black dildo from the bedside table; its surface was slick with lubricant. The second man held it, pressing it against Karina’s vagina. “Now, feel this,” he said, pushing gently but firmly. The tip of the dildo touched her vaginal lips, then slid in slowly, stretching the inner walls. Karina writhed violently; the sensation of fullness and pain drew a muffled groan from her mouth. The dildo was halfway in; the second man twisted it gently, rubbing a sensitive spot inside. Karina’s body was sweating, her breasts swaying with every small thrust. She was terrified, her mind praying for this to end, but the first man grinned, his hand squeezing her bottom.
Not satisfied yet, the first man picked up a second dildo, smaller but ribbed. He turned Karina’s body slightly, despite the restraints, and pressed it against her arsehole. “Your arse is tight, darling. It’ll feel good once it’s stretched,” he muttered, pushing the tip into her tight anus. Karina let out a muffled scream; a searing burn shot through her as the dildo entered slowly, inch by inch. They gripped her hips, thrusting in turn, the dildos in her vagina and anus moving in sync, making her supple body tremble violently. The sensation of being filled in two places made Karina dizzy; her fear was mixed with the forced sensation she hated. Tears kept streaming down her face, but she surrendered, no longer struggling, simply waiting to see what they would do next.
The camera kept rolling, the red light flashing tirelessly. The first and second men looked at each other, sinister smiles on their faces. “This is only the beginning, Karina,” said the first man, his hand still gripping the dildo in her anus, ready to push it in further. Karina closed her eyes, breathing heavily, her little heart hoping for a way out of this hell.
The first man roughly pulled the dildo from Karina’s anus, leaving the hole throbbing with pain and slightly gaping. Karina writhed feebly, her breath coming in gasps through the ball gag, tears streaming down her innocent cheeks. Her supple body was drenched in sweat, her large breasts rising and falling rapidly, her nipples red and swollen from earlier pinching. The second man pulled the dildo from her vagina; a mixture of lubricant and mucus dripped onto the concrete floor. “Enough with the dildo, now it’s time for the real thing,” muttered the first man in a vicious tone, his eyes brimming with lust. He grabbed the rope behind Karina’s head, releasing the rubber ball gag with a single strong tug. The ball gag fell to the floor with a wet thud, Karina’s saliva dripping heavily from her wide-open mouth
Karina immediately screamed, her voice breaking with fear and resignation. “Please… don’t! Let me go!” Her screams echoed through the stuffy room, but her tone was more of a weak whimper, her body trembling violently as the ropes bound her hands and feet to the chair. Her eyes widened, her innocent face pale, her thoughts spinning in chaos: this is the end, they’re going to kill me or worse. The second man chuckled softly, his hand touching Karina’s chin and forcing her face upwards. “Too late, whore. You’re ours now. Just Go on, scream—no one will hear you.” His voice was calm yet cruel, making Karina shiver even more violently.
The first man wasted no time. He unzipped his trousers, pulled out his already hard, thick cock, its veins bulging like a vicious snake. It was at least twenty centimetres long, the head red and glistening with pre-ejaculate. “Open your mouth wide,” he ordered roughly, his strong hands gripping Karina’s black hair and pulling her head forward. Karina shook her head weakly, her lips trembling. “No... please, don’t put it in my mouth! I... I don’t want to!” But the second man held her jaw from the side, forcing her mouth open. The first man’s cock was thrust straight in, slamming against Karina’s tongue and hitting the back of her throat deeply.
Karina choked violently, her eyes wide with shock, tears streaming down her face. The cock filled her mouth; it tasted salty and the smell of the man’s sweat made her feel sick. The first man began to move his hips, fucking Karina’s mouth with rough thrusts, the head of his cock slamming against her throat repeatedly. “Suck it, don’t just stand there!” he barked, his hand pressing Karina’s head deeper. Karina struggled slightly, but the ropes bound her, leaving her helpless. She gave in, her tongue forced to touch the shaft of the cock, her saliva mixing with the man’s fluid. A muffled groan escaped her mouth, “Mmmph... stop...” but that only made the first man more savage, his thrusts faster.
The second man didn’t stand idly by. He unzipped his trousers too; his cock was longer but slimmer, already fully erect. He took turns with the first man, pulling his partner’s cock out and shoving his own into Karina’s mouth. “My turn, feel this one,” he said calmly. Karina let out a soft scream as the second cock entered, going even deeper, making her choke and cough. They took turns fucking her mouth, their hands clenching her hair and jaw, forcing her to swallow their cocks. Karina’s mouth was full, her cheeks puffed out, saliva dripping onto her chin and her bare breasts. Her mind was shattered: I’m like a cheap whore.
After a few minutes of brutal thrusting, the first man took his turn again. “I’m coming! Swallow it all, you slut!” he groaned, his hips moving faster. Karina felt the cock throbbing in her mouth, then suddenly a hot burst gushed out. Thick, salty semen filled her mouth, flooding her throat until she choked and coughed. A few drops trickled from the corner of her lips, but the first man pressed her head down, forcing her to swallow. “Don’t waste it, it’s a gift for you.” Karina swallowed with difficulty; the bitter taste made her retch slightly, but she submitted, her eyes already vacant.
The second man took his place immediately, fucking Karina’s mouth with a slow but deep rhythm. “Now it’s my turn, open wide,” he whispered, his hand pinching Karina’s nipple to make her comply. Karina moaned, “Enough… please…” but her voice was muffled by the cock entering her again. Soon, the second man also reached climax; his ejaculation was more forceful, spurting into Karina’s mouth until it overflowed. Warm semen flowed down her chin, mixed with saliva and tears. She was forced to swallow again, her body shaking violently; the disgust and fear made her dizzy. They both laughed, wiping their cocks on Winter’s lips before tucking them back into their trousers.
Not satisfied, the first man cut the ropes binding Karina’s legs with a small knife, then the second man cut her hands. Karina’s body slumped limply to the floor, but they immediately lifted her up like a doll. The first man lay on the dirty floor, pulling Karina onto his hips. His cock was hard again; he positioned Karina’s vagina directly above it and thrust inside with a single forceful stroke. “Ahh, your pussy is so tight!” he groaned; the walls of Karina’s vagina stretched violently, the pain mixed with pleasure making her scream. “No! Get out… it hurts!” But the second man from behind held her hips, his cock thrusting into Karina’s anus, which was still slick from the dildo earlier.
The double penetration began; the first man’s cock fucked her vagina from below, his up-and-down thrusts making Karina’s breasts sway wildly. The second man entered her arse, his cock thrusting deep, stretching her tight arsehole. Karina screamed in resignation, “Oh, stop… both of you… I can’t take it!”Her supple body is pinned between them, the two cocks moving in unison, filling every orifice with a savage rhythm. The sensation of being filled in two places is torturous; the walls of her vagina and anus rub against each other through a thin membrane, creating a strange sensation she hates. The semen from her mouth still lingers in her throat; her breath comes in gasps amidst the forced thrusts.
The second man, whilst fucking her arse, began to lick Karina’s body greedily. His tongue swept across her sweaty back, down to her bum and back up to her armpits again. He bit gently at her soft skin, his fingers slipping forward to rub Karina’s clitoris whilst the first man continued to fuck her vagina. “Your body feels good, wet all over,” he murmured, his tongue tracing the curve of her waist and moving up to her breasts, sucking on her swollen nipples. His fingers entered her vagina alongside the first man’s cock, stretching her wider, making Karina writhe violently. He forced another kiss, his lips pressing against Karina’s neck, his bite leaving a red mark. Karina surrendered completely, her screams turning to sobs, “Enough… I… I’ve lost…”
They quickened their thrusts, their cocks pulsing in her vagina and anus simultaneously. The first man came first, a hot creampie gushing deep into Karina’s vagina, filling her womb with thick semen. “Take it all in your pussy!” he groaned.
The second man followed, his ejaculation flooding her anus; warm fluid dripped out as he pulled his cock out. Karina collapsed between them, her body limp, her holes throbbing with pain and full of semen flowing out. Tears dried on her cheeks, her eyes vacant, her mind shattered: I’m ruined now.
The first man got up, grabbed his mobile phone and connected it to the camera. “Perfect footage. Now, just upload it online, and your fans will see this," he said, grinning. The video was uploaded within minutes, titled 'Karina Double Raped'. Soon, notifications flooded in—the video went viral, racking up millions of views within the first hour. Karina lay on the floor, breathing weakly, unaware that the outside world already knew about the incident.
Hello all! I present to you my submission for our server's latest prompt challenge, where my task was to write a story using the time of sunset, and the added challenge of "The story must open with the end of the time duration, then rewind to the beginning and play through again".
Hope you guys like it <3
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"You lasted longer than I thought you would," she says between breaths, and even now—completely fucked out, thighs still trembling—she's got that fucking pleased little smirk on her face.
You don't have the energy to respond, just managing to flip her the bird while you stare at the ceiling, pulse still racing.
There are scratches down your back that sting when you shift position, her nails having carved you up badly when you'd finally pinned her against the mattress.
The sheets are ruined—no saving them. Not with the mix of sweat, cum, and whatever's left of Yujin's makeup smeared across the fabric. She's sprawled beside you, chest still heaving, her hair a complete disaster fanned across the pillow. Her sundress is crumpled by the door, one strap torn clean off.
Yujin rolls onto her side to face you, and you can see the aftermath of everything that just happened all over her body. Her lipstick is smeared from her mouth to her jaw, dark bruises already forming on her neck and collarbones. Cum is still leaking from between her thighs, making a mess on skin that's flushed and marked with your fingerprints.
"Worth it though, right?" She traces a finger down your chest, lazy and satisfied, like she's admiring her handiwork.
"You're impossible," you finally manage.
"You love it."
She's not wrong.
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Six hours earlier, you'd been stupid enough to think this would be a normal date.
Yujin had texted you that morning with a simple "pick me up at 2 <3" and you'd thought—fine, easy. Lunch, maybe walk around, watch the sunset over dinner. Standard relationship stuff. You should've known better the second you pulled up and saw what she was wearing.
The sundress is light blue, thin cotton that does absolutely nothing to hide the fact she's not wearing a bra. It hugs her waist before flowing down to mid-thigh, and when she bounces over to the car, you can see everything move in ways that make it very clear she planned this outfit specifically to fuck with you.
It's working.
"Hi baby," she says sweetly, sliding into the passenger seat and leaning over to kiss your cheek. Innocent enough, except her hand lands directly on your thigh and stays there while she buckles her seatbelt.
"You're evil," you tell her.
"I'm adorable." She grins, adjusting the dress that's already riding up her thighs. "Where are we going?"
"That café you wanted to try."
The drive is only ten minutes, but Yujin makes it feel like an hour. Her hand doesn't leave your thigh, fingers tracing lazy patterns while she chatters about her week. Every time you glance over, she's doing something designed to distract you—adjusting her hair so the dress pulls tighter across her chest, crossing and uncrossing her legs, biting her bottom lip while she looks out the window.
At the café, she orders an iced vanilla latte and immediately wraps her lips around the straw in a way that's just absolutely not necessary for drinking coffee.
You watch her take a slow sip, eyes locked on yours.
"What?" she asks, like she doesn't know exactly what she's doing.
"Nothing," you mutter, taking a drink of your own coffee and trying to focus on literally anything else.
She leans forward on her elbows, and the neckline of her dress dips low enough that you can see the curve of her tits. "You seem tense."
"I'm fine."
"Mm." She doesn't believe you, and that little smirk says she knows exactly why you're tense.
You finish your coffees and decide to walk through the nearby park since the weather's nice and you're clearly a masochist. Yujin loops her arm through yours, pressing close enough that you can feel the heat of her body through that thin dress.
"Isn't this romantic?" she says, full of fake innocence as her free hand traces up your arm.
"Very," you say flatly.
She's already sliding that hand down, lacing her fingers with yours, bringing your joined hands to rest at her hip where the dress cinches.
The park is busier than you expected—couples on blankets, families with kids, people walking dogs. Yujin doesn't seem to care. She steers you toward a quieter path lined with trees, and the second you're out of immediate sight, she stops and turns to face you.
"I want a picture," she announces, already pulling out her phone.
"You take like fifty pictures a day."
"And I'm going to take fifty-one." She steps close, arm around your waist, phone up for a selfie. You're about to smile when her ass presses back against your crotch—a deliberate roll of her hips.
You grab her waist on reflex.
The camera clicks.
Wow. That is not a graceful expression.
"Perfect," she says, grinning at the photo before tucking the phone away.
She doesn't move away from you. You don't let go of her waist. She leans her head back against your shoulder.
"You're being very well-behaved so far."
"I'm being patient."
"And how long do you think that'll last?" She turns in your arms, and suddenly you're face to face with her, close enough to kiss. Her hands slide up your chest, fingers playing with the collar of your shirt. You can smell her perfume, feel her breath against your mouth.
"Yujin—"
"What?" Those big, innocent eyes blink at you, like she's never done a thing wrong her entire life. Her thigh presses between your legs, just enough pressure to make her point. "We're just taking pictures, baby."
Someone walks past on the main path and you step back, mostly to maintain some semblance of dignity in public. Yujin just laughs, bright and delighted, before grabbing your hand and pulling you back toward the park exit.
"Come on, I want to look at the shops before dinner."
The boutique she drags you into is small, full of expensive clothes and a bored-looking attendant who barely glances up when you enter. Yujin immediately starts browsing through racks, pulling out dresses and holding them up against her body.
"What do you think of this one?" A black one that would barely cover her ass.
"It's short."
"That's not a no." She grins and drapes it over her arm, moving to the next rack. You follow behind. Her fingers trail over the different materials, hips swaying just a little more than necessary.
She disappears into the dressing room with three dresses, and you lean against the wall outside to wait. The curtain doesn't close all the way—you can see flashes of movement, the sundress pooling at her feet. Then her hand appears, crooking a finger at you.
"I need a second opinion," she calls out.
You glance at the attendant, who's fully absorbed in her phone, and slip behind the curtain.
Yujin is standing in just her panties. Holding up one of the dresses in front of her body.
Not wearing it.
The dressing room mirror shows everything—the curve of her bare tits, those panties sitting low on her hips, the cheeky smile that says she knows exactly what she’s doing.
"Well?"
"You're not even wearing it," you point out.
"I wanted to see your reaction first." She drops the dress entirely, closing the small distance between you. Her hands find your belt, fingers tracing the leather. "Are you going to do something about it?"
"There's a person right outside."
"So you'll have to be quiet." She's already popping the button on your jeans, and fuck, her hand sliding into your boxers is not helping your resolve.
You grab her wrist, stopping her before this gets completely out of hand. "Get dressed. We have dinner reservations."
The look she gives you is pure frustration, but there's need underneath it. "You're no fun."
"I'm RESPONSIBLE."
"I don't like responsible," she pouts, but she lets you pull her hand away and picks the sundress back up. You slip out before you do something stupid.
She emerges a minute later. Doesn't buy any of the clothes she tried on.
She does, however, grab your ass when you're walking out of the store.
"An Yujin."
"Hand slipped!"
The restaurant is one of those places with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the water. You'd picked it specifically because Yujin mentioned wanting to watch the sunset over dinner.
Romantic as hell. Seemed like a good idea this morning.
You’re having second thoughts.
The golden light of the sunset coming through the windows catches in Yujin's hair when she sits down, makes her skin glow in a way that's entirely unfair. She's gorgeous in normal lighting, but with a sunset behind her she looks… unreal.
"This place is beautiful," she says, and she actually sounds genuine for once, looking out at the water where the sun is starting to paint the sky in shades of orange and pink.
"Yeah," you manage, trying to focus on your own menu and not the way the light is hitting her.
The waiter comes by and you both order—she gets the salmon, you get the steak, and she requests a wine she definitely can't pronounce but sounds expensive. (She knows you’re paying, after all). She's suspiciously polite, ordering without any funny business.
Then the waiter leaves and you feel her foot slide up your calf.
"Yujin."
"What?" She’s staring at the sunset like she’s never done a thing wrong in her life.
"We're in public."
"I'm just getting comfortable." She blinks at you as her foot reaches your thigh and stays there, and you become very aware of how thin her dress is, how the sunset behind her makes it… almost see-through in places…
The wine arrives and she takes a slow sip, eyes on you over the rim of the glass. When she sets it down, her hand disappears under the table, and a second later you feel her fingers on your knee, sliding up your thigh with clear intent.
"Can't you just wait for the food," you plead, grabbing her wrist under the table.
"I'm not hungry for food." She leans forward, and the neckline of her dress dips dangerously low. The sunset behind her creates this halo effect that would be romantic if she wasn't currently trying to get her hand on your cock in a public restaurant.
You don't let go of her wrist, keeping her hand firmly on your thigh and nowhere else. "Behave."
"Make me," she says, and there's that fucking smirk again.
The food arrives. You let go of her hand so the waiter can set down the plates.
Yujin thanks him sweetly. He's barely gone before her hand is back—making it all the way to your crotch before you can stop her.
She palms you through your jeans, and fuck, you're already half-hard from her teasing all day. Her fingers trace the outline of your cock while she cuts into her salmon with her other hand like nothing's happening.
"How's your food?" she asks conversationally.
"Yujin, I swear to god—"
"You should try the salmon, it's really good." She takes a bite, and her hand squeezes you just enough to make you bite back a groan.
The sun is almost touching the horizon now, the entire sky turning brilliant shades of orange and red. The light hits her face and she looks like a fucking angel.
An evil little cock-teasing angel who’s decided getting you off under the table is way more fun than eating.
"You're so hard already," she murmurs, leaning closer like she's sharing a secret. Her hand works you through the denim, and you're trying to keep your expression neutral while she's clearly enjoying watching you struggle.
"Stop," you say, but it comes out strained.
"You don't want me to stop." Her thumb finds the head of your cock through your jeans, rubbing in slow circles. "You've been wanting to fuck me since I got in your car."
She's not wrong, and you're done.
You grab her wrist, pull her hand away. Harder than necessary. "We're leaving."
"But we haven't finished—"
"Now, Yujin."
Pure triumph on her face. This is exactly what she wanted.
She doesn't argue, just grabs her purse while you flag down the waiter and hand him your card without even looking at the bill.
The sun is halfway below the horizon when you walk out, the sky on fire with color, and Yujin is practically skipping to the car.
She beats you to the passenger side, slides in with that pleased smile still on her face.
You're barely in the driver's seat. She's already leaning over the center console, hand on your thigh again.
"That was mean," she says, not sounding very sorry at all.
"You started it." You turn the key and pull out of the parking lot faster than necessary, and the sky is deepening now—brilliant orange fading to pink and purple at the edges.
"So you're admitting I won?"
"I'm admitting I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk."
The way her breath catches is supremely satisfying, but she recovers quick. "Promises, promises."
Her hand slides higher on your thigh and you grab it, pinning it in place. "You're going to make me crash."
"Then drive faster."
"You… want me to make our crash worse?"
"Just drive, idiot!"
The sunset is in your rearview mirror now, the sky ahead darker where night is already creeping in. You make it maybe two minutes before her other hand finds your belt, and you have to move your grip to catch that one too.
"Yujin."
"What? I'm just sitting here." She's absolutely not just sitting there—she's shifted in her seat so that dress is riding up her thighs, and when you glance over at a red light, you can see the lace edge of her panties.
"You're insane."
"You love it," she says again, and manages to get one hand free to palm you through your jeans. You're fully hard now, have been since the restaurant, and her touch makes you grip the steering wheel hard enough that your knuckles go white.
The light turns green. You have to let go of her to shift gears.
She takes full advantage—gets the button of your jeans open before you can stop her.
"Jesus Christ, Yujin—"
"Keep your eyes on the road, baby." Her hand slips into your boxers, fingers wrapping around your cock, and the feeling of her actually touching you after hours of teasing makes you groan.
You catch her wrist but don't pull her away, too far gone to pretend you don't want this. The sky outside is streaked with the last colors of sunset, deep purple and orange, and her hand is stroking you slowly while you're trying to drive through downtown traffic.
"Let me reiterate. You, me, a semi-truck, all meeting in less than a second if you don't get your stupidly smooth hand off my cock."
She laughs but settles back in her seat, pulling her hand away with clear reluctance. You make it three more blocks before you have to pull over at another red light, and the second the car stops you're hauling her in for a kiss.
It's messy and desperate, her mouth opening for you immediately, and your hand finds her thigh, pushing that dress up until you can feel the heat of her through those thin panties. She's soaked, and when you press against her she makes this needy sound that goes straight to your cock.
Someone honks behind you and you realize the light's green.
"Fuck," you mutter, pulling back and trying to focus on driving. Your hand stays on her thigh though, high enough that your fingers brush against the lace edge of her panties every time you shift.
The sun is gone now, just the afterglow painting the sky, and you can see your building up ahead. Yujin sees it too, and her hand goes right back to your cock, stroking you through your open jeans.
"Almost there," she purrs, and you don't know if she means the building or something else entirely.
You pull into your spot and kill the engine, and then you're both out of the car and you're crowding her against the door, kissing her hard while she fumbles with your keys. She gets the door open and you're inside, kicking it shut behind you, and her back hits the wall in the entryway.
"Now?" she asks breathlessly, and there's triumph in her voice even now.
You don't even dignify her with an answer.
The dress hits the floor before you've even moved away from the door, and Yujin's hands are already pulling at your shirt, yanking it over your head while you work your jeans down. She's in just those lace panties now, and you can see the wet spot where she's been soaked for hours.
"Took you long enough," she breathes, but you shut her up by shoving her harder against the wall and kissing her like you're trying to devour her whole.
Your hand slides between her legs, fingers pressing against the soaked lace, and she gasps into your mouth. "You've been wet all fucking day, haven't you?"
"Since the car," she admits, hips rolling against your hand. "Maybe before."
You hook your fingers in her panties and drag them down her legs, and the second they're off you're dropping to your knees. Her eyes go wide.
"Wait, I thought you were going to—oh fuck!"
Your mouth is on her pussy before she can finish the sentence. Tongue dragging through her folds.
She tastes as good as she looks.
Your hands grip her thighs, holding her against the wall while you eat her out like you're starving for it. Maybe you are, after the torture she's put you through today.
"Oh god, oh f-fuck, yes—" Her hands fist in your hair, and she's trying to grind against your face, shameless and desperate. You focus on her clit, sucking it between your lips, and her whole body jerks.
You don't. You work her with your tongue until her thighs are shaking, until she's practically sobbing, and when she cums it's with your name broken on her lips and her pussy clenching against nothing.
She's still trembling when you stand up and kiss her, letting her taste herself on your tongue. "Bedroom. Now."
"Fuck the bedroom," she pants, already reaching for your cock. "Right here."
Her hand wraps around you and strokes, and you're so fucking hard it almost hurts. But you catch her wrist, spin her around so she's facing the wall, and kick her legs apart.
"You wanted this so badly," you growl against her ear, lining yourself up. "So take it."
You push into her in one thrust and she cries out, hands splaying against the wall for balance. She's so wet and tight that you have to pause, breathing hard, trying not to cum immediately like a teenager.
"Move," she demands, pushing her hips back. "Fuck me already."
"Greedy, aren't we?"
You pull out and slam back in, and the sound she makes is perfect—broken and needy and so fucking desperate. You set a brutal pace, one hand on her hip and the other sliding up to grip her throat, not squeezing, just holding her in place while you fuck up into her.
"Yes, yes, fuck, harder—"
The angle is incredible, and you can feel her getting wetter with every thrust, slick dripping down her thighs. Your grip tightens on her hip, hard enough to leave marks, and she loves it, pushing back to meet you.
"Is this what you wanted?" you ask, voice rough. "Teasing me all day just so I'd fuck you like this?"
"Yes," she gasps. "Knew you'd—ah!—knew you'd s-snap eventually."
You pull out suddenly. She whines at the loss.
Then you're turning her around, lifting her up. Her legs wrap around your waist automatically. You push back inside her, using the wall for leverage.
"Oh fuck, so deep—" Her nails dig into your shoulders, and you can feel her pussy clenching around you, tight and perfect.
You kiss her while you fuck her, messy and hard, and she's moaning into your mouth. The angle has you hitting the spot inside that makes her gasp every time, and her tits are pressed against your chest, nipples hard.
"Gonna cum again," she warns, "don't stop, please—"
"Cum on my cock," you tell her. "Let me feel it."
She does, her whole body tensing and then releasing, pussy spasming around you in a way that almost takes you over the edge. You carry her to the couch—fuck the bedroom—and lay her down, pulling out just long enough to flip her onto her stomach.
"Ass up," you command, and she scrambles to obey, presenting herself to you.
The view is impeccable—her pussy swollen and dripping, cum already leaking out of her. You push back inside and she moans into the cushions, and this angle lets you go even deeper.
You fuck her hard, hands gripping her hips. The wet sounds of your cock driving into her pussy fill the room.
She's babbling now—words barely coherent, just broken pleas and your name and "yes" over and over.
"So fucking perfect," you groan, watching your cock disappear into her. Wet coating your shaft. Dripping down to make a mess on the couch. "Look at you, taking it so well."
"More," she gasps. "Harder, p-please, I need—"
You give her what she wants, slamming into her with enough force that she has to brace herself against the arm of the couch. Her pussy clenches around you, still sensitive from cumming twice already, and you can feel how close you are.
Your hand slides around to find her clit. She practically screams, body jerking. "Can't, too much, I can't—"
"Yes you can." Your fingers rub tight circles. "Cum with me."
She's shaking, thighs trembling, and you can feel her getting tighter. You lean over her, changing the angle, and she sobs out something that might be your name.
"Gonna fill you up," you warn, thrusts getting erratic. "Gonna cum so deep inside you."
"Please," she begs, "please, I want it, want you to—fuck!"
She cums first, pussy spasming around your cock, and that's all it takes to drag you over with her. You slam in one final time and cum hard, spilling deep inside her while she moans. You can feel it flooding her, so much that it starts leaking out around your cock even while you're still inside her.
You stay buried in her for a long moment, both of you breathing hard, before finally pulling out. Your cum immediately starts dripping down her thighs, obscene and perfect, and she's so thoroughly fucked that she just stays there, ass in the air, too wrecked to move.
"Bed," you finally manage.
She makes a sound that might be agreement. You both stumble to the bedroom, collapse onto the sheets.
You should probably stop.
You don't stop.
You're on her immediately, pinning her wrists above her head, and she gasps when you push back inside her. She's oversensitive and so fucking wet—cum from earlier mixed with how turned on she still is—and the slide is almost too easy.
"Sure you can handle one more round?" she teases, but her legs are already wrapping around your waist, pulling you deeper.
"You started this," you remind her, rolling your hips. "We finish when I say we finish."
She moans, head falling back against the pillow, and you take the opportunity to bite down on her neck, hard enough to leave another mark. Her pussy clenches around you in response, and you can feel how swollen she is, how thoroughly fucked.
You let go of her wrists, brace yourself above her.
Her hands find your back. Nails dig in immediately, dragging down your shoulder blades as you thrust into her.
The sting is perfect.
"Fuck, Yujin—"
"Harder," she demands, and her nails scrape down your back again, definitely breaking skin this time. "Give it to me harder!"
You shift the angle, driving deeper, and she cries out. The bed frame is hitting the wall with every thrust, and the sheets are getting soaked beneath her—sweat and cum and her pussy dripping everywhere.
"Look at me," you tell her, and when her eyes meet yours they're glazed and desperate. "This is what you wanted all day, isn't it? To get fucked until you can't think straight?"
"Yes," she gasps, nails carving new lines down your back. "Yes, god, don't stop—"
You don't. You fuck her hard into the mattress, one hand gripping her hip while the other slides up to wrap around her throat. Not squeezing, just holding her there while you fuck her apart.
She's babbling again, that incoherent mix of your name and "fuck" and "please," and you can feel her getting close. Her nails are brutal on your back, scratching hard enough that you know you'll be marked for days.
"Gonna cum again?" you ask, and she nods frantically.
"Can't help it, you're so deep, I can't—"
"Do it," you command. "Cum on my cock one more time."
She does, and it's like her whole body seizes up. Her nails rake down your back viciously as she screams, pussy clamping down so tight around you that it's almost painful. The sensation drags your own orgasm out of you, and you bury yourself as deep as possible, filling her up for the second time.
You can feel it mixing with the first load, so much cum that it's leaking out around your cock, soaking into the sheets beneath you. When you finally pull out, the evidence is everywhere—her thighs covered in it, the sheets stained, her pussy absolutely wrecked and dripping.
You collapse beside her, and she immediately sprawls out, chest heaving. Her makeup is completely destroyed now, smeared down her face, and her hair is a disaster. She looks thoroughly, completely fucked.
Perfect.
Your back is on fire where she scratched you, and when you shift, the sting reminds you of every mark she left.
"You lasted longer than I thought you would," she says between breaths, and even now—completely fucked out, thighs still trembling—she's got that fucking pleased little smile on her face.
You don't have the energy to respond, just managing to flip her the bird while you stare at the ceiling, pulse still racing.
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Sorry for the wait! I have a big project waiting to go, and also maybe another Twice smut that should be out within the next week or two :)
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“Hey, what’s wrong?” Meng looked across the table at Crystal whose eyes were red. She was on the verge of crying.
“Nothing.” Crystal lied unconvincingly.
Meng and Crystal were studying in the library, preparing for their exams the next day. A couple of their friends have already left as it was already 8 pm. Crystal was still her usual bubbly self only minutes ago. Meng was not sure what made her cry.
“Come on, don’t lie to me. We have been study mates this whole year. This is not you. Tell me what happened.” Meng leaned over, offering her a tissue.
“I broke up with my boyfriend.” Crystal sniffed.
Everyone in school knew that Crystal’s boyfriend was an older man in his 40s. He was working at some large MNC and drove a red BMW 7 series. He was seen many times sending Crystal to the university. Meng was surprised to learn that they broke up as Crystal had often said that they would get married once she completes her studies at the end of the year.
Meng did not know what to say but he knew that they should get out of the library before Crystal turn on the waterworks.
“Let’s go somewhere to talk.” Meng suggested.
“Let’s get a room at the Hotel 81 nearby.” Crystal stood up, sweeping her things into her bag quickly. Meng was surprised at the suggested venue but hurried after Crystal out of the library.
The hotel was only about two streets away from the university’s library. Throughout, Crystal just walked quickly and determinedly towards the hotel without saying much. When Meng broached the subject about an alternative venue or suggested that they stop at Starbucks for coffee, Crystal just ignored him.
When they reached the hotel, Meng was a little embarrassed due to the hotel’s reputation as a venue for clandestine sex. Crystal had already entered the hotel. But Meng paused outside the hotel, checking to see if there are any familiar faces nearby. Satisfied that he would not be seen by anyone he knew, he quickly entered the hotel after Crystal. Crystal seemed very familiar with booking a room at the hotel as she was already holding the key and proceeding towards the lift when Meng entered. Meng hurried after her into the lift.
“Erm. You been here before.” Meng stuttered, trying to start a conversation with the sullen Crystal. The lift doors opened and Crystal simply walked out. Meng followed hurriedly after her. They found the room just two doors away from the lift and entered.
Crystal turned on the lights, threw her bag onto the chair nearby, pulled Meng into the room and closed the door. She pulled off Meng’s haversack and pulled him in for a kiss. Meng tried to resist but Crystal merely hugged him tighter, her tongue forcing open his mouth as she attempted to french him.
“Wait, Crystal. What is this all about?” Meng finally managed to push Crystal off.
Crystal stood staring at Meng for a second before sitting down on the side of the bed, covering her face with her hands, sobbing.
“I am sorry. It is just that I am so upset that my boyfriend broke up with me and on the day before my exams, that I thought perhaps if I had sex with another man at our usual rendezvous, I would get over it. Sorry Meng. I was not thinking right.” Crystal sobbed.
“It is okay, Crystal.” Meng sat down beside her, his hand covered her hands, patting her slightly, comforting her. “I was confused but I understand now.” Meng pulled Crystal’s head to rest on his shoulders.
“You must be thinking that I am such a slut.” Crystal sobbed.
“No, I don’t think that. I totally understand.” Meng said gently.
“Then fuck me. Fuck me till I can forget about that man.” Crystal looked up and stared at Meng.
“I knew it. You think I am a slut. Or a bitch.” Crystal turned away. “I know everyone is talking behind my back about my boyfriend being so much older. That I must be a slut, a bitch or whatever. Even you, Meng, whom I thought was my best friend in the uni think the same.”
“No, I don’t think so. I love you Crystal. If you did not have a boyfriend, I would have gone after you.” Meng confessed truthfully. Crystal was pretty and intelligent. What is there not to like about her. Many of their classmates would have gone after Crystal except they know that they could not compare to Crystal’s rich and successful boyfriend.
“Then prove it. Fuck me. Fuck me till I forget about him and only think about you.” Crystal got up and removed her dress. Meng gulped as he saw for the first time that Crystal had a very sexy body with perky breasts, perfect globes of ass, smooth skin and long legs. She quickly removed her red bra and panties, revealing two already erect pink nipple and sa shaved pussy. Meng’s cock hardened and strained against his jeans, making him uncomfortable.
Crystal pushed him down on the bed and began kissing him again. With lust overcoming him, Meng pushed Crystal away and quickly removed his clothes, his erect cock freed at last. Taking the initiative, he pushed Crystal back onto the bed and got on top of her, savouring her lips, breasts and pussy in turn. As he ravaged Crystal with his tongue, Crystal moaned in pleasure.
“Just fuck me!” Crystal was losing patience. Meng spread her legs and pushed his hard cock into her shaved pussy. As it entered the tight and warm hole, Crystal moaned even louder. Once it was fully engulfed, Meng took a moment to enjoy the pleasurable sensation. He started fucking her, harder and faster as Crystal grunted out sighs of pleasure with each thrust. He leaned on top of Crystal, kissing her, fucking her missionary style as his cock slides in and out of her. It did not take long before both of them reached their heights of pleasure. With Crystal moaning louder and louder, and Meng increasing his pace, both of them orgasmed at the same time. Meng shot his load into Crystal’s waiting womb, warming her insides with his semen.
Exhausted, Meng collapsed onto Crystal, giving her a small peck on the cheek. But Crystal was not satisfied. She pushed Meng onto his back and started sucking on his now flaccid cock, coated with their cum. She pulled and tugged at his cock, willing it to be hard again.
“What is it Crystal?” Meng gathered that Crystal was unhappy.
“Can you get it up again? I want to fuck some more.” Crystal continued jerking on Meng’s flaccid cock.
“I need to rest a while. We just fucked.” Meng tried to explain.
“You are so weak. My boyfriend can fuck me at least five times a night. And you are done after one time?” Crystal seemed exasperated.
“I can fuck you more than 5 times. I just need a rest.” Meng said defensively.
Crystal got up and rummaged in her bag. Meng was mesmerised by Crystal’s back and her perfect ass. His cock finally awakened.
“Crystal, see my cock is ready for second round.” Meng announced proudly.
Crystal returned with a blister pack containing 4 blue tablets and another with 2 yellow tablets. “Here, take these.” Meng took one tablet each and washed it down with a glass of water.
“What were they?” Meng asked, belatedly realising that he should have asked before taking them.
“Viagra and Cialis. My boyfriend takes them. Now fuck me till I am satisfied.” Crystal commanded.
“Get on my cock then.” Meng pulled Crystal towards him as she positioned herself onto his hard cock. She sat down slowly, feeling his hard cock enter her waiting hole. Once it was fully in, she rocked herself forward slowly, feeling his warm cock stretching her vagina walls before gyrating backwards. As she rode him, Meng sat up to suck on her beautiful tits again. This time, it took longer before both of them orgasmed again. As Meng shot his second load into her, he held onto her tight, enjoying the pulsating sensation as his cock send its second army into her womb.
When Crystal got off him, Meng was surprised that his cock was still hard. He mentally thanked whoever invented Viagra and Cialis before pushing Crystal on all fours and entering her from behind.
“Argh! So fast?” Crystal was surprised.
“I told you I am younger and stronger than your boyfriend. Sorry. Ex-boyfriend. I am gonna fuck you so many times that you will no longer think of him.” Meng was determined that he will outperform Crystal’s boyfriend.
Smacking her perfect ass, he fucked her harder then ever before in doggy style. The tablets seemed to not only have made his cock hard but has increased his lust for sex. He was pushing his cock harder and faster into Crystal and he could hear her appreciation as she screamed louder and louder with each thrust. Holding on to her hips tightly, he shot his third load into Crystal.
He did not allow Crystal to rest but simply flipped her over and raised his legs over his shoulders. Half standing, he pushed down his cock deep into Crystal’s pussy. Crystals’ body was only supported by her upper body as her ass was raised high into the air.
“What the fuck is this position?” Crystal gasped.
“This is the ‘make sure I pour all my semen into you and make you mine’ position.” Meng panted as he fucked her mercilessly. His beads of perspiration were now dripping all over Crystal’s breasts. As he pushed deeper and deeper, he felt his balls contract again, and he released his fourth load into her.
He released her and she lied down on the bed, seemingly exhausted and satisfied. He sat down on the bed and wiped his perspiration off. After shooting his fourth load, his cock had finally become soft again. I can’t lose to an old man, he thought to himself. He stood up and walked to the side table where the remaining tablets were. He popped in another Viagra and gave his cock a few quick strokes. Pleased that his cock hard become hard again, he pulled Crystal up from the bed and pushed her to face the window, drawing the curtains aside.
“Look, there’s our university. If any of our classmates or teachers are looking out of the windows, they will see me fucking you.” Meng whispered in Crystal’s ear, before ramming his hard cock into her pussy again.
Crystal’s breasts were pressed flat against the window as Meng pushed against her. As her pleasure grew, she became weaker. Her whole body, including her face were pressed against the windows and she could clearly see the cars and pedestrians below her. If anyone looked up now or as Meng said, if anyone in the nearby buildings were to look out of the window, they would see her naked body and Meng fucking her from behind.
She wanted to tell Meng to stop but Meng was already ready to ejaculate in her again. He gave a final, deep thrust before finishing a fifth load into her. Crystal could feel his semen flooding her womb again, joining the earlier batches of cum. But this time, as she was standing up, most of it leaked out of her pussy when Meng pulled his cock out.
Meng sat down on the bed and motioned her to come to him. He helped her straddle him and pushed his cock into her while she was sitting down facing him. He sank his head between her breasts, as he bounced her as he fucked her. Feeling that he needed to go in deeper, he stood up, carrying her. With her body weight pushing down, Crystal could feel Meng’s cock impaling into her, going far deeper than before. She screamed in pleasure as his cock touched pleasure points that she was not aware of before. Hearing Crystal’s screams, Meng could not hold back anymore and shot his load into her.
By now, both of them were too exhausted. They laid on the bed, Crystal in Meng’s arm as he fondled her hair.
“Are you satisfied yet, Crystal?” Meng asked softly.
“Yes. You are the best, Meng. I only want you to be my boyfriend now.” Crystal cuddled closer to Meng.
“Then I need you to let me fuck you some more. I think I took too much Viagra. My cock is still hard.” Meng took Crystal’s hand to caress his cock.
“My pleasure.” Crystal smiled before going down to suck his hard cock.
A/N: yeah, it's a late ahyeon fic i wanna write for her! all of a sudden yet again. enjoy reading y'all orenjideul and have a great day!
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“Good morning, daddy.” A familiar, faint voice scratches in your ears as you come up to your senses with something debauched beyond repair.
You’re not complaining waking up to this, because you’d never say no to your princess—she can’t quite grasp or absorb that word either.
“Ahyeon—fuck, god—a morning coffee would b-be better, no?” You’re already stuttering and she just laughs with your banter, completely having fun with your hardness that’s on her hand.
“For you, probably it is better, daddy.” She twirls her tongue over your sensitive head, your morning wood being harder than usual satisfying her beyond your imagination. “But for me, I want something for myself, and that is better.”
There she goes, running her hands on your abdomen while she slobbers over your erect cock. It always feels euphoric, downright amazing as she possibly had perfected the craft of mustering the perfect blowjob—apart from her skills, there’s always a feature of hers that elevates the experience when you stare at it…
Her eyes. Those doe, glistening blowjob eyes of hers never ceases to turn you on so much.
You love it and she knows it, so, she maintains her eyes darted towards you as she bobs her head leisurely, while attending the other hand towards your balls.
“Apparently my load on your face yesterday wasn’t enough?” You grunt after that, evidently comfortable on how Ahyeon’s mouth envelops around your shaft, as she pauses her advances with a loud pop.
“Yes, daddy. You didn’t even get to cum in me as my birthday wish? That’s unfair!" Ahyeon playfully raises her voice, possibly genuinely frustrated about what you’ve done to her—even with her brattiness out like she’s breathing air, you know that she can’t hide the fact about the satisfaction she felt on every rope of semen landing on her perfect face.
Even with salacious conversations like this, it keeps you going and you waste no time letting her know how great she’s doing. You eventually lock your hands onto her luscious hair, finding their way there and stroking it, which enables her to exert more effort onto her oral session. Now, finding your balls, she averts her attention there, sucking onto the globe as the other hand keeps the momentum going, you grunting in response.
“You brat—don’t act like you didn’t want t-that. Besides, you’ll eventually drain me for fucks sake.” The bed is sure as comfortable as her pillowy lips, alternating between her favorites to suck as the image down below becomes a pornographic blur, contradicting the cuteness of her face and the way it rests between your thighs.
“I will, daddy—you always want your balls drained by us. Should’ve brought Asa with me here, we could have had so much fun yesterday.”
That is true because the both of them in the same room is lethal when with you, an absolute unit of total filthiness and test of stamina, especially the older, Japanese girl she brought up.
“Well if she’s here, I might as well ruin her totally and you’ll just watch somewhere in the corner, no?” She pauses again, and this time, she expresses that familiar chiseled annoyance on her face, your tease pushing a button on her—you know she’s not taking it seriously, after all, she would love that.
It was her birthday and being neglected like that is no fun, but you love to ignite something in her.
“No, daddy! That’s totally unfair… Please don’t do that…” Ahyeon looks at you and pouts cutely, which melts you in an instant and you’re not even trying to hide it.
You can’t resist a girl like her for she’s clearly coded to be insatiable.
There’s wonders too whenever she’s being compared, or talking to someone that’s not her because now, she’s blowing you with profound fervor and enthusiasm that’s elevated than before. Her tongue swirls all over your length as she eagerly bobs her head onto your shaft, hollowing those cheeks whenever she takes you deep sends a haywire in your brain.
“Jesus, fuck—that’s good, princess. Keep blowing me like that—shit!” Your words are mere sounds on Ahyeon’s ear, not when her gags and squelching dominates around the room, and once it registers, she keeps up that pace of hers consistently. Her hand roams on your thighs and abdomen, drawing circles on it as her touch makes your cock throb against her snug mouth, and that alone makes her smile throughout the pistoning shaft.
You look down at Ahyeon after you’ve closed your eyes for god knows how long because of the pleasure, and the view is beautiful and filthy it’s perfect—drool a mess all over the vicinity of her mouth, black locks a perfect blur between her bobs, her perfect, dexterous hands skating around your body, her ribbon holding on for dear life and lastly, those doe, lust-filled eyes looking at your from time to time, seeking compliments and analyzing your actions.
All is perfect, and you couldn’t ask for anything more. Glad you’re the only man to experience this debauched epitome of class (in your vocabulary) and you will always love her for this, amongst all of the other things.
“God—your dick is so perfect, daddy—I would genuinely suck this for hours and hours and make you cum repeatedly.” Ahyeon dives in again, bobbing messily as she pops out with strings of her drool connected to your tip, a corrupted sight. “Would always love to see your beautiful cock cumming, daddy—all for me and me only.”
As selfish as she is, the feelings are mutual because at this moment, you would give Ahyeon her well-deserved rewards as long as your body can go and that only the both of you will get to see how this unfolds as the tension in the air gets hotter. You would always love how slutty and situationally complimenting her choices of words are and how it always riles you up—she knows how much you love how verbally she wants you and she’ll always keep that in mind.
“God—your mouth, princess. Your filthy, fucking mouth—keep t-that up, fuck—” Ahyeon keeps the pace consistent onto your cock, slobbering over hear favorite meal as she brings you closer to the edge, her hands working onto your balls and your body, stimulating you further.
“Daddy, I can’t believe how full your balls still are—must’ve filled up fast already, hm?” She averts her attention towards her treasured globes, fondling it and licking it as she’s excited for what’s inevitably coming soon.
“Yeah, how wouldn’t I when I’m with you, princess? Now, go on and keep on doing that until I cum.” She complied without hesitation, stroking your base furiously while her talented mouth does wonders around your length, eliciting the sexiest moans out of you as her noises and gags become louder. Her efforts to orchestrate a morning blowjob on you is commendable, knowing this fact: you remember not sleeping with her yesterday with her makeup on, just to let it run down her cheeks to elevate the pleasure she’s giving, and these elements are working like wonders.
With the way she’s pumping her mouth against your throbbing cock, hands on her balls fondling you gently to wring out your load sooner, and that besmirched sight of hers, it’s not to last for more than a minute. Her drool now forms a puddle onto the sheets and in the vicinity of your shaft, and the mess alone is another element that makes this experience hotter.
“Gonna cum—gonna fucking cum d-down your throat, princess.” Your announcement is fuel for her, bobbing her head with the fastest velocity she can muster as she takes you all in, your cock lodged up in the snug walls of her throat. You keep your hand buried on her dark locks, keeping her in place as you feel your balls tighten and then erupt everything in her sinful throat.
Spurt after spurt, you deposit everything as Ahyeon fights herself from gagging onto your length, keeping your tight grip on her head firm and steady.
“Keep it there—keep it all the way in, princess.” You cradle her, assuring her that she's doing good and once you feel every single drop of cum is not straight down her stomach after multiple gulps, you let her pull out and soon after, she catches her breath.
“God, I—” Ahyeon faintly whimpered, scooping some leftover cum on the corners of her mouth as the volume was a bit too much for her to take. “—that was too m-much, but I love it. Thank you for the breakfast, daddy…”
She looks up at your, hair messy, makeup an utter mess and her drool and your cum on the vicinity of her lips while still wearing that bubbly smile of hers that you always love to see. Even with your euphoric high dwindling down into nothingness, you still wanted to let Ahyeon do the honors, something that she always loves to do after an exquisite, filthy oral service.
“It’s a pleasure, princess. Now, what will you do after this?” As a bright woman like she is, you eagerly envelop her tongue on your sensitive head, jolting the pain and pleasure in you that makes you hiss a little. She holds your cock firmly, surprisingly hard even with a groundbreaking orgasm you had deposited inside her tight throat.
Ahyeon continues cleaning you off, not without questions inside her head that need answering. “So, mmfh—when will I earn your cum in my cunt, daddy? I feel like I deserved it enough already…”
Here comes her entitlement, but in your judgment, she is on the right track, the criterion fulfilled because all throughout the session you’ve had with her, she always has been a good girl despite her brattiness and her ego inflating her. “Maybe later, who knows? I may even invite Asa if you like…”
Ahyeon stops her bobs as she smiles at you cheerfully, evidently jovial with what you’ve said. “Really? Oh my god, you’re the best! But please promise me I won’t just watch all throughout…”
“Ahyeonie, do you think I was serious earlier?” The name switch makes her blush and it’s evident, but that raises all ears on her as she pouts at you. “I could never neglect you, or even Asa—it’s something I wouldn’t and never do.”
Ahyeon climbs over to kiss your abdomen as she looks up at you endearingly, feeling grateful for the treat you gave her. “Promise, daddy?”
“I promise that, princess.” Your fingers run towards her messy hair as Ahyeon keeps on kissing your body, until you invite her to do something more productive. “I think we should really have an actual breakfast rather than this.”
“We really should, daddy—I’m sorry.”
You reassure Ahyeon with a peck on the cheek once she skates up, then help her get up and out of the bed. “You shouldn’t be sorry, princess—you always do good and I love you for that.”
All just started to this, and all you can think of is how things will continue from this, now when you’re strongly considering stirring Asa to the mix.
That’s a lethal overdose you’re willing to take and at the end of the day, it will be a win.
The first of april arrived dressed like a prank, light on its feet, harmless in the way it made everything sound like it didn’t matter. It gave people permission to say things they would never dare to otherwise, to stretch the truth until it snapped and call it humor.
And you learned how to live in that space between truth and laughter.
“I like you, Kim Sooin.”
It was the same line, on the same day every year.
And the exact same escape plan right after.
“April Fools!”
She would always let you have that exit.
That was the thing about Sooin.
She never pushed, never cornered, never made you sit in something uncomfortable longer than you could handle.
She’d laugh, sometimes shake her head, sometimes nudge your shoulder like you’d just said something mildly annoying instead of something that could’ve changed everything.
“Do you rehearse that every year?” she teased once.
You grinned. “Only for you.”
“Liar.”
then she’d laugh again.
It was easy to throw words like that into the air, maybe a bit too easy since she was your best friend. Which meant you already had everything you weren’t supposed to risk.
You knew what she ordered even before entering a place.
You knew which songs she skipped and which ones she replayed three times without noticing.
You knew the exact tone of her voice when she was pretending she was fine and when she wasn’t.
And she knew you.
In ways no one else did.
So you built your routine carefully.
One day a year, you let the truth out for just a second or two.
The other 364, you kept it buried under jokes and familiarity and everything that made your friendship feel safe.
“I like you, Kim Sooin.”
You never shortened her name, never softened the words.
If you were going to say it, even as a joke, you wanted it to sound believable enough.
The first time you did it, she blinked in surprise, asked if it was real before you laughed it off.
The second, she caught on faster.
By the third, she was already smiling before you finished.
By the fourth, she started something from you.
“Just spit it out,” she said once, glancing at her phone before looking back at you, brows slightly raised.
You blinked. “What?”
“Your yearly performance,” she replied, leaning back like she had all the time in the world. “It’s already past noon, let’s just get it over with.”
You huffed a laugh, shaking your head. “I was waiting until we were walking home, y’know for suspense.”
“Mhm,” she hummed, unconvinced. “Sure you were.”
You watched her for a second.
The way she looked at you like this was normal, like knew whatever you were going to say, like it didn’t matter.
“I like you, Kim Sooin.”
She didn’t even blink this time.
Just tilted her head slightly, the corner of her lips lifting like she was waiting for the rest.
“April Fool’s. . ." you added, a beat too late.
“Wow,” she said flatly. “So convincing.”
You would’ve gone ahead with life if there wasn’t a small problem,
She was smiling.
It never broke anything.
No matter how many times you said it, no matter how real it felt when it left your mouth, it always folded neatly back into something harmless.
Something she could laugh at.
Something you could hide behind.
And maybe that’s why you kept doing it.
Because as long as it stayed a joke, you never had to find out what would happen if it wasn’t.
So you kept it there, carefully as time passed.
But something does change. It doesn’t happen all at once but in small moments that you caught onto.
Sooin starts sitting closer, close enough that your shoulders brush without either of you moving away, close enough that you start noticing how easily she fits into your space. She lingers more, after your classes, in and around your conversations, after everything that should’ve ended a few seconds earlier but doesn’t as if she was waiting for something.
Sometimes, you catch her looking at you, which wasn't the usual, easy, familiar look you’ve known for years. It was something quieter, something that makes you wonder if she’s thinking about that one specific day of the year.
You don’t ask because asking would mean stepping out of the safety you built.
And you’ve spent too long perfecting it.
So instead, you wait.
Days blur into weeks, weeks stretch thin into months. The calendar keeps moving forward like it doesn’t care what you’re holding onto.
And somehow, everything stays the same.
She still calls you when she can’t sleep.
Still complains about the smallest things like they matter.
Still walks beside you like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
But then there were moments where her hand brushed yours and didn’t pull away immediately, moments where her voice softens when she says your name, moments where she almost says something then doesn’t.
And every time, hope stretches a little further.
It could’ve led you into believing in something, a gut feeling.
You think about asking again, not as a joke, not on the first of April and without an escape plan behind it.
But every time you see her, every time she smiles at you the same way she always has, you hesitate.
Because what if it changes things?
What if it breaks the one thing you’ve never been willing to risk?
So you tell yourself, maybe deluded yourself with your own words.
just wait a little longer.
There’s time.
There’s always been time.
Until there wasn’t anymore.
Graduation day arrived in a blur of movement and noise. People gathered in clusters, calling out names, pulling each other into photos, holding onto moments like they could stretch them just a little longer. The air felt full, crowded with everything left unsaid.
You found her the way you always did, without trying.
She was standing a few steps away, surrounded by people, her expression brighter than usual, lighter in a way that caught your attention immediately. For a moment, something in your chest eased. It felt like everything had led to this, like maybe this was where things finally settled into place.
You took a step toward her.
Then another before you saw it.
It wasn’t obvious. It wasn’t something anyone else would have pointed out. It was just the way someone moved into her space, close enough that there was no hesitation, no uncertainty about where they belonged. It was the way she turned toward them without thinking, the way her expression shifted, softened into something steady and certain.
It was the kind of understanding that didn’t need to be explained.
You stopped, not because you wanted to, but because there was nothing left to move towards.
There was no sharp pain, no sudden break. Just something quiet settling into place, like a truth that had always been there finally deciding to make itself known. The waiting, the hoping, the way you had built something out of her silence, it all unraveled in that one small moment.
She looked up then, her eyes finding yours almost immediately.
Of course they did.
For a second, something flickered across her face. It might have been recognition, or guilt, or something softer that you didn’t stay long enough to understand.
Because you didn’t need to.
You gave her a small smile, something simple and familiar, the same one you had always given her. Not forced, not hiding anything, just enough to acknowledge everything you had been without asking for anything more.
Because before anything else, you had been her best friend.
And maybe that had always been where you were meant to stay.
You stayed still a moment longer, the bouquet heavy in your hand, the letter folded that had the words you had spent years shaping, the confessions rehearsed for every April first, now felt unnecessary, pointless even.
She had someone else. The thought had lodged itself quietly in your mind before, but now it made itself fully known.
You swallowed, the weight of unsent words pressing against your chest. You wanted to move closer, to let her see everything you had kept buried behind jokes and routines, but it felt selfish. Graduation was supposed to be a celebration, not a moment where you ruined everything you had cherished for fear of what might have been.
So you smiled, just a little, quietly, with all the warmth you could muster, and tucked the bouquet behind your back. You let your eyes linger on her just a beat longer, memorizing the light in her hair, the shape of her smile, the way her laugh sounded without you in it.
Then you turned. You walked away, letting the noise and movement of the crowd swallow the ache. Your hand kept the flowers hidden, your heart kept the confession safe. You would not ruin this moment.
You would let her be happy, even if it wasn’t with you.
As you reached the edge of the crowd, you allowed yourself a single glance back. She was laughing now, leaning close to him, her happiness unguarded. And though it tore at you quietly, you understood something essential, love doesn’t always mean being close to someone, sometimes it happened from afar with eyes that remembered someone’s whole entirety.
You exhaled. And in that breath, you let go. Not of her memory, not of the words you had always wanted to say, but of the idea that your happiness depended on her choice.
Tags: Fingering, Deepthroat, Porn, Creampie, Face Fucking.
A/N: Happy Birthday Danielle.
The debt was quite large, enormous, actually, gigantic. The company had buried her in lawsuits, demanding a sum of money she didn’t have and needed to come up with pretty quickly. On top of that, they’d blacklisted her, so she could practically get no work within the industry; under those conditions, not even a foreign company would dare sign a contract with her. So she had only a few options left for getting that money quickly.
In reality, the court ruling had given Danielle a reasonable amount of time to pay off her debt. At least in that regard, they were “kind” to her, but when you have the media and a multibillion-dollar company breathing down your neck, the last thing you want is to owe that company money. Especially not when it’s as large a sum as the one Danielle owed.
It wasn’t the best option, far from it, and certainly not the one she liked best, but at least they were going to pay her an obscene amount of money in just one month. An amount so high that it would be enough to pay off the debt she already had and even leave her with a few million to spare. That was an opportunity she couldn’t pass up for anything in the world. In any case, she was sure she was losing money, again, because the company she’d signed with would almost certainly make a fortune off this. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have offered her that deal. But she was somewhat desperate, and for the moment, that was her only option. So even though she felt a little scammed, she signed the contract anyway.
Actually, there was another option, but that one was much worse, terrible in Danielle’s opinion. She could easily have accepted those offers investors always made her, offers they’d been making for more years than she cared to admit. But that would mean giving up her freedom for far too long, and letting an unknown group of people do who knows what to her.
At least here the rules were clear, there was a script, and she had some control over what was happening. At least she could choose what she wanted to do and what was totally off-limits. She could ask for breaks from time to time if necessary. None of that would have been possible if she’d accepted the investors’ offer.
At the end of the day, she’d end up with a cock in her mouth and getting fucked for someone else’s entertainment, but at least there was a purpose to it. She did it in front of the cameras with a crew making sure everything went more or less smoothly, but it was much better than the other option. Making porn was better than practically becoming the sex slave of a bunch of decrepit old men, who only wanted her because she still looked young enough to feed their darkest fantasies.
At least here she could choose who to film with, which cocks she’d have to swallow. So far she’d been able to choose a young guy, a little older than her, and two guys in their early thirties. They were quite a bit older than her, but nothing compared to the old men she would’ve had to fuck if she’d gone with the investors. The next actor, with whom she would be filming today, was a man approaching forty. Quite attractive, and apparently quite popular in the industry. That would certainly give this movie more reach. Just what Danielle needed, more press. More news reports circling around her like vultures, and reporters trying to reach her.
So far, everything had been kept under wraps. They’d managed to keep the contract and the fact that they were already in their third week of filming a complete secret. No newspaper or reputable reporter had found out. Much less any of those sleazy influencers who had been talking her up, and lining their pockets, by talking about her. At least that was a small victory for her. She’d been hiding in L.A. for a month and no one knew a thing. By the time it all blew up, she’d already be long gone.
After the debacle that was the verdict against her and the enormous debt it left her with, Danielle was lost in life for exactly one week. After that, a prominent “film studio” had contacted her to offer her a lucrative deal. Pay off her entire debt plus ten million to shoot four movies in a month, one movie per week. Of course, the movies could be nothing other than pornographic.
Danielle was in shock after receiving the offer; even though she knew idols received those kinds of offers all the time, for her it was something new. She couldn’t believe someone would offer her something like that, she wasn’t exactly an innocent angel, but she had the image of a sweet, home-loving girl. Nothing like those sexy idols who are always showing skin and wearing outfits that make it look like they're about to have a wardrobe malfunction on stage. Maybe that’s why they offered it to her, or because they knew she was desperate and would end up accepting sooner rather than later.
First, she tried to find another way out, to see if anyone would hire her for any job in the industry. But she quickly realized she was on the blacklist and that no one would hire her, not even to promote toilet paper. So, accepting reality, she had no choice but to accept the offer to do porn. It was the last option she had left. Or at least the last decent option, even though what she had to do wasn't decent at all.
It wasn’t as if Danielle was a virgin or anything like that, but she didn’t just sleep with anyone either. Sure, there were some pretty compromising photos and videos out there, but that was something that, in Danielle’s opinion, everyone did. Even so, the things she’d done on camera in the first two movies she’d filmed had been by far her wildest sexual experiences so far; and now, in this third movie, she was about to take it all a step further.
The first movie had at least required a certain level of acting on her part. It was a simple story where she was caught shoplifting and ended up fucking the security guard so he’d let her go. The guy she filmed with was pretty attractive and treated her well enough that it wasn’t an unpleasant experience.
The second movie was straight-up porn. It was a compilation of three scenes: in the first, she had to give two actors blowjobs, and they ended up taking turns fucking her. The second scene was more blowjobs, but this time for a group that ended up giving her a bukkake. Finally, in the third scene, she had to have sex with the two actors again, but this time they double-penetrated her. After that, her ass burned for the rest of the week.
Finally, the time had come to shoot the third movie, which luckily required her to act again; though in reality, it was a pretty stupid role. The plot was that she was a spoiled girl who was doing poorly in school, and to save herself from punishment, she had to have sex with her stepfather. It was nonsense, but that kind of movie seemed to be quite popular these days.
For this movie, they’d given her a pretty peculiar outfit. It was a sort of school uniform, but modified to be more revealing. She wore a white blouse tied under her breasts to show her stomach, a plaid skirt that covered almost nothing, mid-calf socks, and white sneakers. The outfit was completed by a huge backpack she had to carry in the first scenes.
Her makeup was light, making her look younger than she really was, and they’d left her hair natural. The director had said that her curly hair made her look more “exotic.” Danielle rolled her eyes when she heard that.
Luckily for Danielle, the first day of filming had gone very well. Alex, her co-star for that movie, had guided her through the first scenes, which were when her stepfather discovered she had failed a test and threatened to punish her. Danielle’s character had had to beg him not to tell her mother, and had ended up seducing him to seal the deal.
The second day of filming had picked up right where they left off the first day. With Danielle sitting on Alex’s lap, looking at him with seductive eyes, and him slipping his hand under his stepdaughter’s skirt. When the director yelled “Action,” they both started kissing as if they were in a hurry, but without passion. Fortunately, Danielle was a good enough actress to mask that, or at least not make it cringe-worthy like in average porn. Alex was doing well too, but in her opinion, he was a little rough.
“You’re going to need more than that to buy my silence,” said Alex, sliding his hand deeper under Danielle’s skirt. Which was quite a lot, since the skirt didn’t cover anything, it barely reached a few inches below her buttocks, so Alex was already grabbing her ass.
Under the director’s watchful gaze, Danielle slowly stood up, swaying her hips in a sort of erotic dance. Which, to be honest, she wasn’t very good at. Not because she couldn’t dance, but because she was embarrassed and cringed at doing those things in front of a camera. Which was stupid in itself because she was filming porn, and that wasn’t even close to being the most embarrassing thing she’d have to do. It's even more ridiculous that she felt embarrassed about that, considering that she had to do all sorts of silly things in front of the cameras during her days as an idol. All for the entertainment of the masses.
“There’s so much more for you, Daddy.” Danielle let those words slip out as she touched her body and grabbed her small tits. Over the past few weeks, she’d had to do that a lot, offer her tits or her ass to tempt her co-stars.
“Let’s see what you have to offer.” Alex grabbed Danielle by the thighs and slid his hands up, under her skirt. Now came the moment that always was the hardest for Danielle when they started filming. More than all the dirty things she had to do in front of the camera, this was the moment that seemed the most terrible to her, and no matter how many times she’d done it, she still couldn’t get used to it.
Alex finished sliding his hands under her skirt to squeeze Danielle’s little ass, then lifted the fabric, revealing the underwear she was wearing that day. The camera zoomed in on a close-up of Danielle’s ass, showing white panties with pink trim. A piece of lingerie that seemed too innocent and out of place in a porn, but had been chosen precisely for that reason.
“I think we have a deal.” Alex drawled the words as he ran his hands over Danielle’s body, until he grabbed her ass and kneaded it. His hands almost completely covered the girl’s small, round buttocks.
Danielle shuddered as she felt her filming partner’s strong hands kneading her butt; she narrowed her eyes and opened her mouth slightly, taking care to always maintain a good angle for the camera filming her face. Of course, she’d been trained in that sort of thing when she became an idol, but keeping her composure when a man more than twice your age is grabbing your ass in front of a group of strangers, that was very different from a musical performance.
The good thing about filming that kind of porn was that there was no seduction; that real tension between the couple wasn’t necessary. It wasn’t that Danielle didn’t like that, but it made her job easier. To be honest, Danielle wasn’t that good of an actress, and jumping straight into the “action” helped her cope and distract herself from the fact that she was fucking a stranger in front of a group of strangers. Although, actually, by this point she already knew a few members of the film crew. One of them had even asked her for an autograph for his daughter, as stupid as it sounded, he’d asked her for it while Danielle was still naked and with her pussy full of cum.
Alex finally slipped his hand under the girl’s panties, kneading her soft flesh and sliding a finger down to the crack of her ass. The proximity to her private parts made Danielle let out a sigh. There it was, the inevitable moment when the charade ended and the sex began. Or at least the touching of private parts.
With one firm hand, the man gripped the girl’s buttock, and with the other, he rubbed her pussy through her panties. The cameraman crouched down to get a good shot of Danielle’s ass and the caresses Alex was giving her between her legs. There was another camera focused on the girl’s face, capturing every detail of her expressions.
Weeks ago, even before filming began, Danielle had decided that if she was going to do this, she was going to enjoy it. She couldn’t handle all the parts, of course, but at least she was going to get the most pleasure out of filming porn, out of having sex in ways she hadn’t even imagined in her wildest fantasies. So far, the experience with the first guy had been her favorite, but she had also discovered, to her own surprise, that she really liked having her face covered in thick, freshly ejaculated semen. On the other hand, what she’d liked the least was double penetration. She’d prepared herself with toys and massages on her ass, but even so, having two cocks stretching her holes at the same time was too much for her. Anyway, she didn’t complain that much and finished filming that movie like a true professional.
For this movie, they’d assured her that things would be calmer, at least for her ass, that she’d get a break from anal sex until next week, but not so for her mouth. Highlighted in fluorescent yellow in the script were the words “Deep Throat,” which made Danielle a little uncomfortable, but in reality, there was nothing she could do about it. This was one of the things the production company had insisted on, and under no circumstances could it be removed from the script. She just hoped it wouldn’t end up bothering her in the coming days as much as her anus had after the double penetration. At least she no longer had to worry about protecting her voice, since her singing career was over for good.
Alex’s fingers on her folds drew a soft moan from her. Danielle could feel the wetness from her pussy soaking through her panties, making the man’s fingers slide more easily, not that they really needed it, since Alex was not only twice her age but also nearly twenty centimeters taller than her, and of course much, much more muscular than Danielle. So his fingers were going to explore the girl’s private parts without any trouble anyway.
When Alex started pulling down her panties, Danielle shuddered. So far in this movie, she’d only had to show her ass and nothing else, but once her underwear was removed, her holes would be exposed. Without looking, she knew the camera was taking a close-up of her butt, not missing a single detail of how the man was spreading her butt cheeks and revealing the girl’s small, tight holes to everyone.
Danielle’s pussy was soaking wet, despite everything, she’d gotten wet, while her wrinkled anus stretched as Alex pulled her butt cheeks apart. She knew that just that one shot would be enough to drive her fans wild, that the screenshots and clips of her buttocks being spread and her holes stretched and exposed would flood the forums, that hundreds or perhaps thousands of fans would use them to pleasure themselves. But that helped her cope with the fact that she was now a porn actress, that she was performing those obscene acts in front of a group of people ready to capture it all on camera. The obscenity of her actions made her pussy get even wetter.
Fucking in front of the cameras and going further than any other idol had ever gone would allow her to be free at last. Pay off her debt, keep a few million, and disappear forever. Maybe in another ten years or so she’d start giving interviews again, charging a hefty fee for it, talking about how the industry had forced her into this as if she hadn’t chosen this path herself. It was true that she had been cornered, but it was also true that the sentence said nothing about paying off her debt in a single lump sum just a few months after losing the trial. Dani had chosen the easy way out but preferred to omit that detail.
The girl couldn’t keep her composure any longer when Alex shoved two fingers into her pussy. She put on her best face, closing her eyes and moaning so the cameras and microphones would capture it all. Just as her holes, her angelic face would sell tons of movies; that would probably be the most appealing part of it all. Jerking off while watching the former idol get fucked in different situations would be the greatest act of love/hate toward her. But at the end of the day, she’d still be a millionaire.
Despite having taken bigger and bigger cocks over the past few weeks, Danielle’s pussy still wasn’t quite used to being stretched like this. Alex’s thick fingers were filling her in a delicious way, making her feel full as her walls tightened around them. More moans escaped her, and she couldn’t help but move her hips to fuck herself. Alex laughed and said a few words to her that she wasn’t even interested in hearing.
A few months ago, Dani would never have done something like voluntarily grinding on top of someone’s fingers while moaning freely. But now things had changed quite a bit for her, and feeling pleasure in these small acts was important; it was part of accepting her fate.
To tell the truth, Danielel felt like she was in heaven. With her eyes closed and practically riding Alex’s fingers, she could forget how many people were watching her and focus on the pleasure. Her manager had told her that if she performed well and the movies sold well, she might be able to negotiate a bonus and get a bigger cut of the profits. That thought alone made her pussy get even wetter, but having Alex unbutton her blouse with his free hand and squeeze her tits helped too.
Of course, Dani wasn’t wearing a bra, there was no point in putting one on, which meant that as soon as her blouse was opened, her small breasts were completely exposed. Alex sucked on one while roughly squeezing the other. Danielle clung to his head and moved her hips faster, bending her knees slightly so his fingers could penetrate a little deeper. None of that was in the script; that scene wasn’t supposed to go that way, but they’d been told that the actors could improvise a little, so apparently everything was going well. The fact that the director let them do it meant the shots were turning out well, that Danielle could keep masturbating with the man’s fingers.
To tell the truth, the director was happy with what he was filming. The image of Danielle with her panties halfway down her thighs, riding Alex’s fingers while he licked her tits, was too perfect for an amateur actress. The director knew this would make millions and that the company would be happy with his work. His only problem was that he only had four chances to film Danielle because the girl was showing signs of loosening up at an incredible speed. For the first movie, it had taken him a while to get good shots, but now she was taking the action into her own hands. If only they could sign her as a recurring talent, that would make them mountains of money.
Of course, the novelty and the morbid curiosity of seeing the former idol turned porn star would only last a couple of months. That would guarantee strong sales for just a few movies, but after that, the girl’s loyal fans and porn addicts would keep spending their money on her. Danielle was quickly learning how to fuck on camera, and her body was perfectly suited to what was currently in vogue in the industry. She could surely have a long and lucrative career as a porn actress if she wanted to, or at least a longer career than she had as an idol.
The girl’s pussy clenched tightly around the man’s fingers, making it clear that her orgasm was near. Alex, like the seasoned actor he was, didn’t pressure her; he simply let her do her thing. He just spread his fingers apart every now and then to make her moan louder while continuing to devour her small tits. It didn’t take long for Dani to come; soon her juices ran down the man’s wrist, soaking his hand, while the girl’s small body trembled with pleasure and her moans reached a peak in volume.
Once again, Alex spread her ass so the camera could focus on his fingers sliding out of the girl’s pussy along with a load of her fluids; he then brought those fingers up to her face, and Dani understood immediately. Staring straight into the camera, Danielle sucked on those fingers drenched in her own cunt juices as if she were sucking on a lollipop. As the camera filmed a close-up of her face, the director shouted, “Cut,” but the girl kept sucking for a few more seconds until she was sure she had left Alex’s fingers completely clean.
What followed was utterly embarrassing for Dani. Without the pleasure to distract her, she was acutely aware that she was exposing her private parts to everyone, that anyone could see her ass and tits without any effort. An assistant saw her blushing and rushed over to bring her a robe to cover up, while Alex had the decency to pull her panties back up. Danielle had to admit that despite his roughness the man was actually quite nice.
After that, they touched up her makeup, changed her hairstyle by putting her hair in two ponytails, and gave her a new pair of panties. An assistant took the used ones to clean them or throw them away; Dani just hoped they didn’t end up in an online auction as a collector’s item. The very idea made her shudder.
For the next scene, they had to move to the bedroom. That’s where Danielle would have to suck Alex’s cock and where they’d end up fucking. Nervousness began to take hold of the girl because she’d have to deep-throat him, and she wasn’t sure if she could manage it or not. The director had given her a dildo of considerable size to practice with, but she was sure Alex was even bigger than the toy. Well, he’d have to guide her this time, at least when it came to putting his cock in her mouth.
Although they gave her new panties, the director told Dani to leave her blouse open, so this scene began with her sitting on the edge of the bed with her breasts exposed, while Alex stood in front of her completely naked. Dani almost fainted when she realized that Alex’s penis was actually much bigger than the toy they’d given her. How she was going to get all of that deep down her throat was a mystery to her, but it would surely end with the man forcing his member inside her.
“Breathe through your nose,” Alex whispered as Danielle gripped his cock with a trembling hand. “If you need to take a break, tap my thigh three times.” The girl nodded, grateful for the advice and for the consideration her partner was showing her.
“All right,” the director shouted, taking his seat. “Let’s start with a simple blowjob and work our way up from there until you’re fucking her throat.” Danielle swallowed hard at those words. “If you can’t hold back and you cum in her mouth, please let me know.” That last part was for Alex. “The idea is that we can film them fucking today too, and I don’t want to resort to fake cum. Understood?”
Both actors nodded at the same time without saying a word. Alex’s cock, who was more than used to this, was already half-hard. Meanwhile, the girl’s mouth had gone dry, and she couldn’t shake her nerves.
“Relax. If I cum in your throat, you can just let it out; you don’t have to choke trying to swallow it all.” Those words did nothing to calm Danielle, but she didn’t have time to say anything. The director gave the go-ahead once more, and the sound of the clapperboard made the whole room fall silent.
Since Danielle had Alex’s cock in her hand, she decided to start by jerking him off a little, mainly to get him fully hard. She stuck out her tongue to rest the head of his cock on it while continuing to move her hand. With her other hand, she began touching her breasts, pulling her blouse aside so the camera could get a better shot of her chest.
The next thing Dani did was pucker her lips to kiss the head of Alex’s cock and then start sucking gently without stopping the handjob. Danielle had watched a ton of movies to learn what she was supposed to do, and she was sure she’d more or less got the hang of all the important points.
Alex let out a soft sigh when Danielle gently grabbed his balls, weighing them in her hand, massaging them slowly as she took more and more of his cock into her mouth. Carefully, the girl swallowed as much of the member she was sucking as she could until she felt her mouth was full, then she pulled back, tilting her head back, and began giving a proper blowjob. She hollowed out her cheeks, sucking as she moved her head back and forth, never stopping to massage his balls and stroke him.
Danielle’s hands were rather small, but even so, it was still impressive that she could barely wrap her fingers around the full circumference of Alex’s cock. She could only just place her thumb against the nail of her index finger, and that was it; at some points, she couldn’t even manage that. In addition to the thickness, there was the length, which was no slouch either. Without a doubt, Danielle could say that this was the biggest cock she’d ever seen in person, which made her grateful that she didn’t have to film any anal sex scenes this week.
Even when she hit the back of her throat, Dani had only taken in a little more than half of the shaft, so she still had a good portion left to swallow until she had it all inside, as the script demanded. But she hadn’t managed much more than that with the toy they’d given her, partly because it felt like nothing more than a lifeless piece of plastic. At least right now she felt more encouraged to try because she could feel Alex’s heat and throbbing against her palate. Her tongue became one with the soft skin of his cock, and the taste of his pre-cum stirred something indescribable within her.
Danielle pulled the cock all the way out of her mouth, rubbed the head against her lips as she’d seen other girls do in the videos she’d been studying, and finally took a breath to take the cock as deep as she could. First it pressed against her palate, and then it went further until it hit her uvula. The girl fought back the gag reflex as the glans made its way into places where she had never had a cock before.
She had to lean back to gain some momentum and try again. This time it was a little easier, but she choked on her own saliva due to her inexperience. The film crew had told her it was okay if saliva leaked out and made a mess, that it would actually be beneficial for the shoot, so Danielle didn’t worry when she pulled the cock out of her mouth and a stream of saliva came out with it. The saliva dripped down the side of her mouth, and she did nothing to wipe it away. Instead, she tried again.
This time, Danielle felt the head of his cock pressing against the muscles of her throat, pushing its way in relentlessly. She had no way to check, but she knew she’d already taken almost the entire cock into her mouth, which, for her, was a major accomplishment given the length of the piece of meat she was sucking. At least her nose was now very close to her partner’s muscular torso.
“Alex, let her catch her breath one more time and then fuck her mouth. We don’t have time for this.” The director’s voice cut through the sounds Danielle was making as she sucked.
The man grabbed her by the cheeks and pulled her away from his cock. “Now comes the hard part. Remember to breathe through your nose, and if you really need to, hit my thigh. Otherwise, I’m not going to stop. If I do, I’ll get in trouble with the director.”
“Okay, okay. Just give me a few seconds to catch my breath.” Danielle realized her voice was trembling because she knew what was coming; she’d seen it in the movies. Alex was going to hold her head and fuck her mouth without mercy. That’s what the script called for, and that’s what the man would do.
“On the count of three, I want that cock in her mouth.” Even though he didn’t need to raise his voice that much, the director kept yelling so everyone could hear him from where he was. “One, two, and three!”
Using her pigtails as handles, Alex gripped the girl’s head tightly. She took a deep breath and opened her mouth. Instantly, she felt the cock thrust deep inside her, all the way to the same spot she’d reached herself. He pulled back to gain momentum and rammed into her again with even more force. This time she really had to fight the urge to vomit as Alex forced his entire length down her small throat. Danielle’s nose pressed against the man’s abdomen as he held her head in place to keep her from moving.
Her nostrils flared wide, letting in as much air as they could; for Danielle, it was the only way to keep from passing out with that hunk of meat blocking her throat. Without letting go of her head, Alex began to move his hips, fucking her mouth, or rather, her throat, pushing his cock in and out with what seemed to be a complete disregard for the girl’s condition. That didn’t surprise Danielle; after all, Alex was someone hired to fuck her, not a lover who cared about her. How stupid she’d been to forget that, letting herself be swept away by the man’s kindness.
After a few moments that felt like an eternity to Dani, Alex pulled his cock out of her mouth. Saliva dripped down both sides of her face as air rushed in through her throat now that it was no longer blocked. Showing her a little consideration, Alex slapped her face a few times with his cock, leaving saliva stains everywhere. Then he grabbed her by the pigtails again, and before Danielle could take a deep enough breath, she found her face pressed once more against her co-star’s body.
Danielle’s vision blurred slightly, and her ears began to ring from the lack of air. She knew Alex was saying something to her, probably the lines he had to say to keep the story going, but she couldn’t make out his words. All she could feel was the cock thrusting into her throat over and over without stopping, and the air whistling in as the airtight seal her body created broke.
She was about to slap Alex on the thigh, but all she could do was grab his leg while he continued to abuse her throat. In the back of her mind, Danielle thought that double penetration didn’t seem so bad after all; at least it allowed her to keep breathing normally. Of course, her butt was sore for several days, but at least that didn't leave her on the verge of passing out from lack of air.
She had no idea how much time had passed, but she was aware that Alex hadn’t taken his cock out of her mouth again, and she was no longer able to signal him to stop. Her nose couldn’t provide her with all the oxygen she needed, so she was slowly losing track of the world around her. She could only feel Alex’s strong hands gripping her pigtails and his cock throbbing violently against her throat.
Just as Danielle was about to let go, when she could no longer even hold on to the man’s thigh, she felt a strong throbbing in her throat, followed by something bursting inside her. A warm, thick fluid filled her throat and ran down her esophagus as the cock withdrew. Air tried to enter, but the semen blocked it. Danielle coughed, spitting out a large load of saliva and semen that fell onto her torso, staining her exposed breasts. She could practically feel the semen dripping down the sides of her mouth as she regained consciousness.
It was like a stream of white fluid flowing from his mouth and covering most of her chest. Saliva and semen poured out in an unusual amount, staining everything they touched. Danielle wasn’t sure how much semen a man normally ejaculated when he came, but the load Alex had shot down her throat felt vastly excessive.
Air deliciously filled the girl’s lungs as she took deep breaths amid the coughing that sent droplets of semen flying everywhere. Blood began to oxygenate her brain again, and she stopped feeling the haze that had clouded her senses. Little by little, she became more aware that Alex had come in her throat and that she hadn’t been able to hold it all back.
Now Danielle was gasping, trying to breathe normally. She realized she had slipped off the bed and was now sitting on the floor, but her head was still resting on the bed. Her blouse was completely open, revealing her small breasts rising and falling with her ragged breathing, while a camera panned from her abdomen up to her face.
Danielle’s state was pure pornography. Her hair was tousled, her eyes half-closed and brimming with tears, while her mouth remained open, gulping down as much air as she could. Her face was covered with splatters of semen here and there, speckled with a bit of saliva. The semen was now slowly trickling down to the girl's abdomen, seeping into her navel as it continued its slow descent. The director was thrilled with what the cameras were capturing; he’d practically gotten a boner from the excitement of the great scene he’d managed to get.
They left Danielle right there for a while. After a considerable amount of time had passed, someone picked her up and laid her on the bed. They wiped her torso and most of the stains from her face before letting her rest a little longer. When she finally felt strong enough to move, she rolled onto her side before sitting up on the bed.
“Here.” The director handed her a bottle of water. “Can you keep going, or do you want to stop?” The girl snatched the bottle from his hands and drank it in one long gulp. “We also have vodka, in case that helps you recover faster,” he added before she could answer his question. Danielle didn’t think getting drunk on set was the best option for her, so she shook her head.
When she finally spoke, the girl noticed that her jaw hurt a little and her throat felt sore. Like when you wake up and feel like you’re coming down with a cold. “If I don’t have to suck another dick, I can keep going,” she said in a weak voice, handing the empty bottle to the director. Without her even asking, he handed her a new bottle, which she downed in one gulp too.
In a gesture that under different circumstances would have seemed paternal, the director squeezed Danielle’s shoulder and, giving her a smile, said, “I’ll ask them to have some ice cream ready for you when we finish filming. That’ll help.” He gave her another smile before adding, “Do you want a specific flavor?”
“Me-mint with pistachio,” the girl replied, having to cough to make her voice sound more normal. “Thanks,” she added under her breath, but the director had already turned away and was gesturing to an assistant to come over. The guy jotted something down in a notebook and then disappeared through the door.
“Where’s Alex? Danielle’s almost ready.” The director’s voice cut through the murmur that had taken over the set. Someone told him where he was, and he was sent to fetch the actor. A few minutes later, Alex appeared in the doorway, still naked and with a boner again.
The first thing the actor did was walk over to Danielle and crouch down to talk to her. “I’m sorry,” he apologized. “Since you didn’t tell me to stop, I got carried away.”
“Yeah,” Danielle replied half-heartedly. “It doesn’t matter, really.” Although she was actually a little upset, she knew Alex was right. He was just doing his job, and since she didn’t give him the signal, he didn’t see the need to stop. The fact that she was choking probably made her throat tighten even more around his cock, which ended with him not being able to resist it and filling her throat with cum.
“Okay, okay.” The director interrupted them before the actors could exchange any more words. “Danielle, we’re going to put some fake semen on your torso and face. I want to maintain continuity with what we’ve already filmed. Alex,” he said, addressing the actor this time, “you’re going to strip her completely naked except for the stockings, those stay on. “We’re going to start with Danielle lying on the edge of the bed. First, you’re going to fuck her in that position, and we’ll finish with her on all fours. Got it?” The director waited for both actors to confirm they understood before continuing. “Other than that, you can improvise, but please, Alex, don’t touch the girl’s throat. All right, everyone to your positions!! I want one camera always on her face, we can’t miss any of Danielle’s expressions!!” With a few energetic waves of his hands, the man got everyone to work.
Hurried along by an assistant, Danielle lay down on the edge of the bed and shuddered when the guy let a stream of fake cum drip onto her tits. She surprised herself thinking that she preferred real cum because it was warmer than the fake stuff they were putting on her. When the assistant was satisfied with his work, he stepped aside, clearing the way for Alex. The clapperboard made its characteristic sound, and the cameras started rolling again.
Alex grabbed Danielle by the waist and yanked her skirt off. Soon her sneakers and blouse met the same fate, discarded in a spot the cameras didn’t bother to film. The girl lifted and spread her legs with a mischievous smile. “Here’s your reward for helping me keep the secret. Daddy” She delivered her lines, trying to use a seductive tone as she rubbed her pussy, offering her crotch to her fictional stepfather. If it weren’t for the camera recording her face, Danielle would have rolled her eyes at the stupidity of the script. But this was porn; the plot didn’t need to be good. It just needed a girl hot enough to drive everyone wild. Today, that girl was Danielle.
“Her panties were ripped off her body with unusual force, leaving her practically naked. A cameraman moved in to get a close-up of her pussy, which made the girl blush in an almost silly way. That same cameraman had already filmed her getting fucked in both holes at the same time; there was no point in feeling embarrassed in front of him just for showing her wet glistening pussy.
The truth was that the cameraman was struggling not to get an erection; even though he was used to this, Danielle’s pussy was still perfect. Her thin pink lips revealed an opening that led deep into her womb, while her hooded clitoris crowned the girl’s delicate vulva. It was a perfect image; the girl’s pussy was practically made for porn with its spotless form. It was impossible to see Danielle offering up her delicious cunt like that and not want to fuck her right then and there.
“Let’s see if your pussy feels as good as your throat,” Alex said mockingly, getting into character. The cameraman stepped aside so he could rub his cock against Danielle’s glistening lips. The girl shuddered, remembering the size of that cock, even though she knew it would be easier to take it in her pussy than down her throat. Still, it was a massive cock.
Under the watchful gaze of the cameras’ mechanical eye, Alex slowly penetrated Danielle. First he slid in the head, then with slow thrusts the rest of his length. Danielle opened her mouth in a silent moan because the man’s member was stretching her pussy like no one ever had before. It wasn’t painful; it just felt pleasurable in a different and new way.
The walls of her pussy were stretched just as her throat had been before, but they responded better. It took some effort, but Alex managed to get almost his entire cock into a pussy that seemed too small to accommodate it, but which was stretched to new limits. Danielle moaned this time, letting out those delicious sounds. Her angelic face contorted with pleasure. Alex began to fuck her, drawing out more moans and making her entire body tremble with his thrusts.
Truly, her pussy didn’t have as much trouble as her throat had accommodating Alex’s member. Although she did feel full and at the very verge of being ripped apart, for Danielle it was more pleasurable than having her mouth fucked. The ecstasy of the sexual act made her play with her own tits, small mounds crowned by nipples slightly darker than her pussy, which were almost as hard as the cock making its way inside her.
Never before in her life had she fucked as much as she had in the last few weeks, but nevertheless, Danielle continued to find pleasure in the new things she was experiencing. The way Alex was stretching her was driving her wild and made her forget that she had almost fainted because of him. Yes, that cock really did fit her pussy just too well.
Looking at the camera with fire and lewdness in her eyes, Danielle arched her back. Alex grabbed one of her breasts and thrust into her harder, making their hips clap together as skin met skin. Danielle wiped some of the fake cum from her face and used those fingers to rub her clit. For a second, she forgot she was on a film set with a bunch of people around her and let herself be carried away by the pleasure of being stretched by such a massive piece of meat.
Without warning, the girl couldn't take it anymore and came. A gush of fluids escaped from her pussy, but Alex didn’t stop; he simply kept thrusting into her while she rode the wave of sexual ecstasy. After all, in porn, the girls’ orgasms didn’t matter, at least not in this kind of porn. Here, it all ended when the guy came. But Danielle had to cling tightly to the blanket to withstand the waves of pleasure coursing through her petite body, intensified by Alex’s relentless thrusts into her tight cunt. Her walls tightened around the cock inside her, creating an even tighter seal than the one her throat had created.
Still on cloud nine, Danielle suddenly felt her pussy go empty. A loud pop echoed through the room as Alex's thick cock slipped out of her, coated in a layer of fluids that made it glisten. She almost protested at the absence of the cock inside her, but was cut off by Alex’s strong hands, which grabbed her and moved her as if she were a doll. The man turned her around and placed her on the bed in the position the director had specified. With her chest resting on the mattress and her ass raised.
Danielle felt more exposed than during the first shots when Alex spread her buttocks. She was sure her pussy now looked wetter and more open than before; her lips had probably swollen from arousal, making her look even more delicious on camera. The fans who had loved her so much would probably faint at the sight of her like this, on all fours with her holes exposed, begging to be fucked like a whore.
The person who accepted that invitation was Alex, who shoved his cock into her pussy before Danielle could miss it any more. This time it slid in more easily; her walls were already getting used to Alex’s size, so they now stretched more readily, which didn’t mean they were clenching any less tightly. Quite the contrary, the girl’s hungry cunt was squeezing the actor, perhaps demanding a release like the one her throat had received.
But for that, she’d have to wait. For now, Alex pulled her hair, lifting Danielle up and forcing her to use her hands to support her weight. The girl’s tits weren’t big enough to hang freely, but the arch of her back made them stand out just the same. Danielle thought that maybe Hanni would be much better for that, but she quickly pushed the memories of her ex-coworker’s tits out of her mind. It was better to focus on other things, like the delicious rhythm Alex had found for fucking her.
In an awkward angle for making love, but not for fucking in front of the cameras when you’re shooting porn, Alex kept ramming the girl’s tight pussy. The camera didn’t miss a single detail of how the massive cock slid in and out of a hole that was clearly too small to accommodate such dimensions, yet still managed to swallow it all. The difference in size was almost comical, since Alex was much bigger and more muscular than Danielle. His body felt like a mountain looming over the petite girl, who was being impaled and stretched by Alex.
The wet, obscene sounds of her pussy being fucked relentlessly mingled with Danielle’s uncontrolled moans. That would probably end up making her throat hurt more, but that was irrelevant now because Alex had reached a new depth inside her. Right now, the girl felt her partner’s glans hitting her uterus, making her see stars. Or maybe it was just sweat and a bit of semen that had gotten into her eye. Whatever the case, Danielle was ecstatic anyway.
Although she’d set out to enjoy the shoot as much as she could, after nearly fainting, she didn’t think she’d feel this way today. She’d planned to give the bare minimum to finish this movie and be done with it, but Alex was stretching her out and fucking her in ways she’d never experienced before. Her pussy felt full and tight at the same time, and he hadn’t even cum yet. Danielle drooled at the thought of how it would feel when his cock exploded inside her pussy. Despite everything, she’d liked feeling the warm cum flooding her throat, so imagining how it would feel to receive that same load almost directly into her womb made her walls throb in an almost sinister way.
Damn, you could tell Alex had experience filming porn because everything he did to her gave her pleasure. The way he pulled her hair, the way he said dirty and degrading things to her, half of which were his own improvisations, or the way he fucked her pussy without stopping. Everything felt wonderful to Danielle, who, even though she had come just a few minutes earlier, could feel the pleasure burning in her vulva and her abdomen beginning to contract again, threatening another orgasm.
“Daddy, please fuck me. Fill me with your cum.” The girl begged between moans, something she wasn’t supposed to do according to the script but that the director would surely appreciate anyway. Alex’s response was to fuck her harder, with greater intensity, until the girl rolled her eyes, not out of anger but out of pure pleasure.
Almost in unison, both actors reached climax once again. Alex’s cock exploded inside the girl, filling Danielle’s already tight pussy with the hot cum she’d been craving so much. She shuddered as he grunted, emptying his balls inside her pussy, shooting every last drop of cum. Danielle’s walls made sure to squeeze him tight as the most pornographic expressions she was capable of appeared on her face.
She kept her eyes tightly shut while her mouth was wide open, letting out moans that echoed all around. Danielle’s cheeks were red; the semen staining them wasn’t enough to soothe the burning sensation. The best part was that even if she wanted to, she wouldn’t be able to hide her face because Alex had her by the hair, right at the scalp, holding her head up. Letting the camera point straight at her face and capture every detail of the former idol’s expression.
A single shot of her face as she writhed in the pleasure of orgasm would probably have been worth a fortune a year ago, but now that she was just another porn actress, it would only serve to generate more interest in the movies she was filming, and to fuel the morbid fascination in an industry that had completely consumed her.
Carefully, Alex withdrew, making room once again for the cameraman to take a close-up of Danielle’s private parts. Her pussy had remained open as Alex’s cum dripped from her ravaged hole. A little higher up, her anus throbbed as if it were jealous of not receiving even a single lick. Air escaped from her pussy, causing the semen to bubble and making Danielle blush even though no one could see her, because when Alex let her go, she took the opportunity to hide her face between the sheets to try to preserve some dignity. A futile idea considering that these people had watched her get double-penetrated last week and, just a few minutes ago, had seen her nearly pass out while her throat was being fucked with no mercy at all.
But even so, exhausted and with a sore throat and pussy, her face covered in sweat and her hair a mess, Danielle thought that as an idol she’d had more demanding workdays. At least here they’d give her ice cream after filming without worrying she’d gain weight, and her partner was actually looking out for her. Certainly, the life of a porn actress, with all its pros and cons, seemed like an improvement over the life of an idol.
A/N: Happy Karina Day! This was written for an event on fanprose~
“You’ve been thinking about my tits all week, haven't you?”
“Absolutely not, babe.”
“Then why are you hard when I’ve only read the first line?”
“I—because it's you, Karina, how can I—”
She cuts you off, continuing to read the text off her phone. “Title says ‘Graduation’. ‘Not a question. Her hips roll forward. Everything leaves your body at once.’ Why does every god damn smut fic talk about my breasts? I don't even know the author because this is part of some stupid challenge event on Fanprose. The site's not even as popular as Tumblr!”
The hotel suite glows softly under warm lamplight, the city skyline twinkling beyond the windows. Your big titty goddess stands in the center of the room exactly like the photo the members took earlier — long black hair tumbling down her back, holding the small white strawberry cake on its little plate, lips parted in that signature playful pout.
The only difference from her Instagram post? She's almost naked, wearing the hotel’s bathrobe with presumably nothing underneath.
“Look, fanprose is so much better. There's in-line comments and this user named after some nut said: ‘I love it how a lot of Karina fics out there start with her tits. It's almost like they're iconic~’”
“C'mon Jimin, it's your birthday… let's not talk about this. You are incredible. The energy you bring to fan meetings, the way you hype everyone up, your laugh when someone teases you—”
She cuts you off with a theatrical sigh, lifting the cake so it rests right at chest height. “Yeah, yeah. My energy. My laugh. My sparkling leader personality. Don't change the topic.”
“C'mon Jimin, you started this whole convo…” you groan.
She shrugs and continues. “Let’s be real. We both know what every fancam, every comment, every single thing actually focuses on.”
You draw in a small breath, eyes darting around, trying to look at anything but her tits.
“I read that writerpeach one again — Fantastic Breasts and Where to Find Them. Thousands of words just drooling over these. And what was that phrase again? ‘Exposing her bare skin and massive tits no fabric can contain.’” Right as she says that, her free hand tugs the string on her robe, letting it fall open, exposing the deep, inviting valley between her breasts. She sets the cake aside, cups one heavy breast and lifts it, letting the full, teardrop weight spill generously over her palm.
“Jesus, Jimin. What's gotten to you today?” You mumble, cock twitching at the sight. Drool starts to pool in your mouth and you take a big exaggerated gulp.
“Then there’s I’ve Got A Secret by mysonesecret. I’m the only ‘Ace’ who apparently got the position because of her fucking tits. All the other aces have normal or small chests, but me? Ace status just because these are huge. And the worst thing? I'm not even the main character. That Wonyoung bitch with such small tits fucking took my spot.”
You shake your head, reaching out to brush her hair back. “Baby, those are just fics. I love you and your sharp tongue when you roast the members, how you stay up late worrying about choreo, the way you get all soft and clingy with me after long days. Your tits are unbelievable, yeah, but they’re not why I’m here every single night.”
“Heh, you like my sharp tongue. I bet you like it the most when I lap your slit, you liar.” Karina’s eyes light up with mischief.
“I'm not lying…”
“Prove it, then. Because right now my tits are right fucking here.” She shrugs the robe off completely. Her bare breasts bounce free — full, heavy, perfectly shaped with a natural jiggle that draws your gaze instantly.
She scoops a thick fingerful of whipped cream from the cake and starts smearing it slowly across the upper slopes of her left breast, then the right. The cold white cream contrasts against her warm skin, melting slightly from the heat of her tits. The viscous cream flows slowly down the generous curves.
She continues to deconstruct her birthday cake, spreading and coating her entire tits white with cream.
“Fuck, Jimin… you look so disgustingly hot,” you mumble, drool leaking out from the side of your mouth.
“Yeah? Are you referring to me or my tits?” She cocks an eyebrow, before carefully placing two ripe strawberries on the slopes, one on each side, nestled into the soft flesh.
They don’t slide off. They sit perfectly in place, held by the sheer size and gentle outward curve of her chest.
“See this?” she teases huskily. “The strawberries are just sitting here like decorations. They don’t even slide because my tits are so big that they create their own little shelf. This whole cake is smaller than even one of my tits. If they were small and perky like the other girls, this cake would look massive. But no — my chest just swallows everything.”
You drop to your knees in front of her, mesmerised. “Jimin… you're insane.”
She laughs softly and presses her cream-smeared breasts forward. “Then lick. Lick while you continue lying to yourself that you love my dancing and not my tits.”
Your tongue drags across the slope, tasting the sweet whipped cream mixed with her warm skin. You suck one strawberry gently into your mouth, then lick at the cream underneath.
“Mmm, good boy,” she purrs, fingers threading into your hair. “Keep going. Suck harder. Feel how heavy they are? Tell me it’s my personality you love while you’re cleaning my tits like this.”
“I do love your personality,” you mumble against her skin, switching to the other breast and licking up more cream. “The way you take care of the girls, your voice when you sing soft parts—”
“Bullshit.” She smirks and scoops more cream, adding another layer so it drips messily down the slopes. “I bet that new one by Valentine Drifter. Appearances, was it? I bet it's the same. Probably all about my tits again.”
You glance up, still licking. “Actually, that one’s more about your thighs. The way your strong, pillow thighs fucked the OC’s cock until he came all over—”
She cuts you off instantly. “Wrong answer.” Without warning she pushes you onto the bed, climbs over your chest, and slides her cream-covered breasts down around your already hard cock. “Shut up and feel this instead.”
She presses them together tightly and starts fucking your throbbing cock with her tits, pumping slowly, drawing every stroke with slow, tortuous friction. No lube needed. The cream from before and the remnant saliva of your devouring is sufficiently enough to compliment the smooth glide of her tits.
Your hips twitch involuntarily at the pleasure, chasing after the bare minimum effort that Jimin is giving.
“F-faster, please—” you groan.
The strawberries on her chest have long since tumbled aside, rolling and leaving sticky trails as they land on your belly.
“Faster, huh?” she taunts, bouncing her chest harder so her heavy breasts slap against your abdomen. “That’s what happens when you try to talk about my thighs instead of admitting the truth. Look how your cock disappears between them. All that cream making it so slippery. If they were small you’d have nothing to fuck like this on my birthday.”
“Fuck, Jimin…” you groan, hips bucking up into the warm, soft tunnel she’s created. “They feel too good…”
She laughs breathlessly and keeps the pace. “Of course they do. Now what about that majorblinks one. Downright Iconic? Over three thousand fucking notes on Tumblr. Three thousand people lusting after my tits. That’s a large enough sample size, right? But I bet my tits are larger than that sample size.”
You can barely form words as she squeezes tighter and fucks you faster, the wet sounds filling the room. “Jimin… shit… they’re huge… so soft…”
“Exactly.” She lifts off your cock and leans forward, hair curtaining around you, letting her cream-smeared breasts smother your face for a moment. She rubs you with her tits, spreading cream and precum all over your face, before stuffing her left nipple into your mouth. “Suck on my milkers,” she demands.
Your mouth latches onto it, sucking with an intentional force until your cheeks hollow. You release her tit with a loud pop, sticking your tongue out to slobber all over her breast before switching to the other one.
“Fuck, I could eat these all day,” you moan, diving back in. “Your tits are so fucking huge, there’s literally endless amounts of meat for me.”
“Keep talking,” you say, taking whatever remains of the cake, spreading it all over her chest and torso.
“Tell me about that newest poem, Creaming Sheen.”
“Ah yes, that stupid poem written by AutumnyAcorn.” She pulls her tits off your mouth and goes back down, wrapping her cake loaded tits around your aching cock.
“‘Yoo Jimin, are you dreaming? Because you, Jimin, are my wet dream. Karina, ballerina, fuck her tits like a hyena.’ That nut writer is fucking nuts,” she grumbles, resuming her tit fuck. She continues to work her tits up and down your cock, pumping fast and hard. Each upstroke breaks and grinds the cake pieces into smaller bits; each downstroke squeezes the bits and cream into mush between the smothering titjob.
“That fucking nut wrote for so many idols, but ninety percent of them have small tits. The only times he mentions or writes me? It’s these.”
You thrust between her tits, hands coming up to squeeze the sides, fingers sinking deep into plush flesh. “The poem’s ridiculous… but your tits… they really are perfect… so heavy and warm… and fuck Jimin, your tits feel so good…”
She slows just enough to edge you, smirking as your growing orgasm abates.
“See? Even you can’t lie properly when they’re wrapped around your cock. The cake was tiny next to them. The strawberries sat perfectly on the slopes because there’s so much surface. Now beg me to go faster again.”
“Please… faster, Jimin. Your tits feel incredible.”
“Good boy.” She obliges, bouncing harder, the mess of cream, cake, and pre-cum making everything glisten.
The teasing continues for long minutes — her switching angles, making you lick more cream straight from her slopes, pressing her tits together tighter, occasionally smothering your face until you’re gasping. Every reassurance about her personality gets immediately undercut by her using her chest to drive you closer to the edge.
“You’re such a tit-drunk whore~” she laughs at you. “But cute.” She speeds up again, her heavy breasts jiggling with every stroke.
“Can you blame me?” You groan. At this point you're thrusting up into her tits, fucking them with heavy lust, chasing your high.
“Look at the mess. My whole chest is covered in cake and your pre-cum. Everything was just the starter. Now you’re going to add the real glaze.”
You’re throbbing hard between her tits, the pressure building unbearably. “Jimin… I’m so close…”
“Then do it. Glaze them. Cover my already cream-covered tits with more cream. Cover them with your hot cum. Paint them white on my birthday.”
With a deep groan you let go, hips stuttering as thick ropes of cum shoot across her breasts, mixing with the cake-mess in messy white streaks. Some lands on the upper slopes where the strawberries had been, some drips down the deep valley, coating her nipples and making everything glisten even more obscenely.
Karina moans softly at the feeling, looking down at the beautiful mess with a satisfied smirk. “Mmm, look at that. My tits are absolutely glazed now. Whipped cream, cake, strawberries, and your cum all mixed together. Way better than the original cake.”
She keeps slowly sliding her cum-and-cream-covered breasts up and down your cock, milking the last drops while you catch your breath. The sight is filthy and breathtaking.
Her massive tits shining with the combined mess, her long black hair framing her face, that playful yet smug expression.
For a long moment she just admires the view, occasionally lifting one breast to lick a streak of the mushed and mixed mess off her own skin, eyes locked on yours.
Finally she leans down, pressing her messy, glazed tits against your chest as she kisses you softly. Her voice is still teasing but warmer now. “I know you love more than just these. The insecure part of me just likes making you admit how much they drive you crazy. Especially today, on my birthday.”
You kiss her back, tasting a hint of sweetness on her lips. “They do drive me crazy. But so does everything else about you. Happy birthday, Jimin.”
“Best one yet,” she giggles, smiling wide.
She glances down at her cum-glazed breasts again, then back at you with a mischievous glint. “Now… round two. For real sex this time.”
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A/N: Happy Karina Day! This was written for an event on fanprose~
“You’ve been thinking about my tits all week, haven't you?”
“Absolutely not, babe.”
“Then why are you hard when I’ve only read the first line?”
“I—because it's you, Karina, how can I—”
She cuts you off, continuing to read the text off her phone. “Title says ‘Graduation’. ‘Not a question. Her hips roll forward. Everything leaves your body at once.’ Why does every god damn smut fic talk about my breasts? I don't even know the author because this is part of some stupid challenge event on Fanprose. The site's not even as popular as Tumblr!”
The hotel suite glows softly under warm lamplight, the city skyline twinkling beyond the windows. Your big titty goddess stands in the center of the room exactly like the photo the members took earlier — long black hair tumbling down her back, holding the small white strawberry cake on its little plate, lips parted in that signature playful pout.
The only difference from her Instagram post? She's almost naked, wearing the hotel’s bathrobe with presumably nothing underneath.
“Look, fanprose is so much better. There's in-line comments and this user named after some nut said: ‘I love it how a lot of Karina fics out there start with her tits. It's almost like they're iconic~’”
“C'mon Jimin, it's your birthday… let's not talk about this. You are incredible. The energy you bring to fan meetings, the way you hype everyone up, your laugh when someone teases you—”
She cuts you off with a theatrical sigh, lifting the cake so it rests right at chest height. “Yeah, yeah. My energy. My laugh. My sparkling leader personality. Don't change the topic.”
“C'mon Jimin, you started this whole convo…” you groan.
She shrugs and continues. “Let’s be real. We both know what every fancam, every comment, every single thing actually focuses on.”
You draw in a small breath, eyes darting around, trying to look at anything but her tits.
“I read that writerpeach one again — Fantastic Breasts and Where to Find Them. Thousands of words just drooling over these. And what was that phrase again? ‘Exposing her bare skin and massive tits no fabric can contain.’” Right as she says that, her free hand tugs the string on her robe, letting it fall open, exposing the deep, inviting valley between her breasts. She sets the cake aside, cups one heavy breast and lifts it, letting the full, teardrop weight spill generously over her palm.
“Jesus, Jimin. What's gotten to you today?” You mumble, cock twitching at the sight. Drool starts to pool in your mouth and you take a big exaggerated gulp.
“Then there’s I’ve Got A Secret by mysonesecret. I’m the only ‘Ace’ who apparently got the position because of her fucking tits. All the other aces have normal or small chests, but me? Ace status just because these are huge. And the worst thing? I'm not even the main character. That Wonyoung bitch with such small tits fucking took my spot.”
You shake your head, reaching out to brush her hair back. “Baby, those are just fics. I love you and your sharp tongue when you roast the members, how you stay up late worrying about choreo, the way you get all soft and clingy with me after long days. Your tits are unbelievable, yeah, but they’re not why I’m here every single night.”
“Heh, you like my sharp tongue. I bet you like it the most when I lap your slit, you liar.” Karina’s eyes light up with mischief.
“I'm not lying…”
“Prove it, then. Because right now my tits are right fucking here.” She shrugs the robe off completely. Her bare breasts bounce free — full, heavy, perfectly shaped with a natural jiggle that draws your gaze instantly.
She scoops a thick fingerful of whipped cream from the cake and starts smearing it slowly across the upper slopes of her left breast, then the right. The cold white cream contrasts against her warm skin, melting slightly from the heat of her tits. The viscous cream flows slowly down the generous curves.
She continues to deconstruct her birthday cake, spreading and coating her entire tits white with cream.
“Fuck, Jimin… you look so disgustingly hot,” you mumble, drool leaking out from the side of your mouth.
“Yeah? Are you referring to me or my tits?” She cocks an eyebrow, before carefully placing two ripe strawberries on the slopes, one on each side, nestled into the soft flesh.
They don’t slide off. They sit perfectly in place, held by the sheer size and gentle outward curve of her chest.
“See this?” she teases huskily. “The strawberries are just sitting here like decorations. They don’t even slide because my tits are so big that they create their own little shelf. This whole cake is smaller than even one of my tits. If they were small and perky like the other girls, this cake would look massive. But no — my chest just swallows everything.”
You drop to your knees in front of her, mesmerised. “Jimin… you're insane.”
She laughs softly and presses her cream-smeared breasts forward. “Then lick. Lick while you continue lying to yourself that you love my dancing and not my tits.”
Your tongue drags across the slope, tasting the sweet whipped cream mixed with her warm skin. You suck one strawberry gently into your mouth, then lick at the cream underneath.
“Mmm, good boy,” she purrs, fingers threading into your hair. “Keep going. Suck harder. Feel how heavy they are? Tell me it’s my personality you love while you’re cleaning my tits like this.”
“I do love your personality,” you mumble against her skin, switching to the other breast and licking up more cream. “The way you take care of the girls, your voice when you sing soft parts—”
“Bullshit.” She smirks and scoops more cream, adding another layer so it drips messily down the slopes. “I bet that new one by Valentine Drifter. Appearances, was it? I bet it's the same. Probably all about my tits again.”
You glance up, still licking. “Actually, that one’s more about your thighs. The way your strong, pillow thighs fucked the OC’s cock until he came all over—”
She cuts you off instantly. “Wrong answer.” Without warning she pushes you onto the bed, climbs over your chest, and slides her cream-covered breasts down around your already hard cock. “Shut up and feel this instead.”
She presses them together tightly and starts fucking your throbbing cock with her tits, pumping slowly, drawing every stroke with slow, tortuous friction. No lube needed. The cream from before and the remnant saliva of your devouring is sufficiently enough to compliment the smooth glide of her tits.
Your hips twitch involuntarily at the pleasure, chasing after the bare minimum effort that Jimin is giving.
“F-faster, please—” you groan.
The strawberries on her chest have long since tumbled aside, rolling and leaving sticky trails as they land on your belly.
“Faster, huh?” she taunts, bouncing her chest harder so her heavy breasts slap against your abdomen. “That’s what happens when you try to talk about my thighs instead of admitting the truth. Look how your cock disappears between them. All that cream making it so slippery. If they were small you’d have nothing to fuck like this on my birthday.”
“Fuck, Jimin…” you groan, hips bucking up into the warm, soft tunnel she’s created. “They feel too good…”
She laughs breathlessly and keeps the pace. “Of course they do. Now what about that majorblinks one. Downright Iconic? Over three thousand fucking notes on Tumblr. Three thousand people lusting after my tits. That’s a large enough sample size, right? But I bet my tits are larger than that sample size.”
You can barely form words as she squeezes tighter and fucks you faster, the wet sounds filling the room. “Jimin… shit… they’re huge… so soft…”
“Exactly.” She lifts off your cock and leans forward, hair curtaining around you, letting her cream-smeared breasts smother your face for a moment. She rubs you with her tits, spreading cream and precum all over your face, before stuffing her left nipple into your mouth. “Suck on my milkers,” she demands.
Your mouth latches onto it, sucking with an intentional force until your cheeks hollow. You release her tit with a loud pop, sticking your tongue out to slobber all over her breast before switching to the other one.
“Fuck, I could eat these all day,” you moan, diving back in. “Your tits are so fucking huge, there’s literally endless amounts of meat for me.”
“Keep talking,” you say, taking whatever remains of the cake, spreading it all over her chest and torso.
“Tell me about that newest poem, Creaming Sheen.”
“Ah yes, that stupid poem written by AutumnyAcorn.” She pulls her tits off your mouth and goes back down, wrapping her cake loaded tits around your aching cock.
“‘Yoo Jimin, are you dreaming? Because you, Jimin, are my wet dream. Karina, ballerina, fuck her tits like a hyena.’ That nut writer is fucking nuts,” she grumbles, resuming her tit fuck. She continues to work her tits up and down your cock, pumping fast and hard. Each upstroke breaks and grinds the cake pieces into smaller bits; each downstroke squeezes the bits and cream into mush between the smothering titjob.
“That fucking nut wrote for so many idols, but ninety percent of them have small tits. The only times he mentions or writes me? It’s these.”
You thrust between her tits, hands coming up to squeeze the sides, fingers sinking deep into plush flesh. “The poem’s ridiculous… but your tits… they really are perfect… so heavy and warm… and fuck Jimin, your tits feel so good…”
She slows just enough to edge you, smirking as your growing orgasm abates.
“See? Even you can’t lie properly when they’re wrapped around your cock. The cake was tiny next to them. The strawberries sat perfectly on the slopes because there’s so much surface. Now beg me to go faster again.”
“Please… faster, Jimin. Your tits feel incredible.”
“Good boy.” She obliges, bouncing harder, the mess of cream, cake, and pre-cum making everything glisten.
The teasing continues for long minutes — her switching angles, making you lick more cream straight from her slopes, pressing her tits together tighter, occasionally smothering your face until you’re gasping. Every reassurance about her personality gets immediately undercut by her using her chest to drive you closer to the edge.
“You’re such a tit-drunk whore~” she laughs at you. “But cute.” She speeds up again, her heavy breasts jiggling with every stroke.
“Can you blame me?” You groan. At this point you're thrusting up into her tits, fucking them with heavy lust, chasing your high.
“Look at the mess. My whole chest is covered in cake and your pre-cum. Everything was just the starter. Now you’re going to add the real glaze.”
You’re throbbing hard between her tits, the pressure building unbearably. “Jimin… I’m so close…”
“Then do it. Glaze them. Cover my already cream-covered tits with more cream. Cover them with your hot cum. Paint them white on my birthday.”
With a deep groan you let go, hips stuttering as thick ropes of cum shoot across her breasts, mixing with the cake-mess in messy white streaks. Some lands on the upper slopes where the strawberries had been, some drips down the deep valley, coating her nipples and making everything glisten even more obscenely.
Karina moans softly at the feeling, looking down at the beautiful mess with a satisfied smirk. “Mmm, look at that. My tits are absolutely glazed now. Whipped cream, cake, strawberries, and your cum all mixed together. Way better than the original cake.”
She keeps slowly sliding her cum-and-cream-covered breasts up and down your cock, milking the last drops while you catch your breath. The sight is filthy and breathtaking.
Her massive tits shining with the combined mess, her long black hair framing her face, that playful yet smug expression.
For a long moment she just admires the view, occasionally lifting one breast to lick a streak of the mushed and mixed mess off her own skin, eyes locked on yours.
Finally she leans down, pressing her messy, glazed tits against your chest as she kisses you softly. Her voice is still teasing but warmer now. “I know you love more than just these. The insecure part of me just likes making you admit how much they drive you crazy. Especially today, on my birthday.”
You kiss her back, tasting a hint of sweetness on her lips. “They do drive me crazy. But so does everything else about you. Happy birthday, Jimin.”
“Best one yet,” she giggles, smiling wide.
She glances down at her cum-glazed breasts again, then back at you with a mischievous glint. “Now… round two. For real sex this time.”
Isa’s grip on Y/n’s sleeves turned desperate. Gold chased under her skin in wild surges, not like the small flickers before. It was everywhere at once now. Her hands. Her neck. Her face. Her eyes.
“Y/n,” she gasped, voice breaking, “it is too much.”
He pulled her closer, arms bracing her weight. “I am here. I am not letting go.”
The sidewalk blurred around them. People skirted wide, some staring, some pretending not to. A car slowed briefly, then kept moving, the driver deciding this was not their problem.
Y/n’s only focus was Isa.
Her knees gave in completely.
He guided them down, half-kneeling with her on the concrete so she did not crash. She clutched at him, fingers tremoring so hard they shook his whole body.
The gold intensified.
It hurt to look at her directly, like staring into a bare bulb.
“Isa,” he said, heart racing, “talk to me. What is happening?”
Her breath hitched. “I do not know. It feels like... like something is trying to rip out of me. Or off me.”
Her words came in panicked fragments.
His grip tightened. “Do you want me to let go?”
“No.” Her voice went fierce for a heartbeat. “Do not you dare.”
“Then I will not.”
Light crawled up his arms where he held her.
It did not burn. It felt hot, yes, but not in the way of fire. More like the way your hands throb after they have been cold for too long and finally find warmth. Intense. Painful. Right.
Isa squeezed her eyes shut.
A sound tore out of her. Not quite a scream. Not quite anything human. A raw noise dragged from somewhere deep.
The gold around her flared.
Y/n swore as his vision went white at the edges. He ducked his head, pressing his forehead briefly to hers without meaning to.
“Stay with me,” he murmured. “Please. Stay.”
Her breath hitched again.
“Y/n,” she whispered. “If this goes wrong—”
“It will not.”
“You do not know that.”
“I do not care. I am still not letting go.”
She made a shaking, humorless laugh that turned into a sob halfway. “You are so stupid.”
“I know.”
The light swelled.
It was not just around them now. It poured out of her in waves, rolling down the pavement, painting the nearby building fronts in pale gold. People on the street stopped outright, some shielding their eyes. A child pointed, tugging at a parent’s sleeve.
Magic.
There was no hiding it anymore.
Y/n’s pulse pounded in his ears. He held Isa as if the world would tear apart otherwise.
She clung back with equal force.
And somewhere inside all that fear and pain and raw, ragged feeling, something clicked.
Later, Isa would not be able to say when it happened.
In this moment, she only knew this:
She was holding on to someone who refused to abandon her.
Someone who saw her terror and did not turn away.
Someone she had stayed for instead of running.
He was not a weapon. Not someone she had sworn to protect as a job. Not a stranger she would willingly die for just because it was the right thing.
He was Y/n.
The man who found her in an alley when she could not even stand.
The man who did not ask what she could do for him before deciding to help.
The man who made awful jokes when she was scared, who took days off work to research her curse, who let her cry without flinching, who held her like she was allowed to need it.
The man whose arms felt like home in a way nothing ever had.
She realized, through the roar of magic and her own heartbeat, that she did not want to leave him.
Not because it was righteous.
Not because it would save him.
Because she wanted to be with him.
Isa’s eyes snapped open.
The world through the gold glare was strange and sharp. Every edge glowed. Every color burned.
Y/n’s face was inches from hers.
Brows drawn, jaw set, eyes fierce and worried and so stupidly steady.
Something surged up in her chest then.
Stronger than fear.
Heartsore and bright.
Love.
The admission flooded her so suddenly she almost choked on it.
She loved him.
Not like a weapon. Not like a Guardian. Not like another self-sacrificing cause.
Simply.
Entirely.
Dangerously.
Her breath hitched.
In some deep, buried corner of her memory, something that had been locked down for what felt like lifetimes shuddered.
“He said...” she whispered.
Y/n blinked, barely hearing her over the hum of energy. “What?”
“Eun-joon.” Her voice shook. “He said the curse would only break if... if...” She squeezed her eyes shut again, pushing against the slick, cold barrier in her mind that had always kept the memory fuzzy and half-formed. “If I found someone who...”
The block clamped down.
Her head throbbed.
She pushed harder.
Pain lanced through her skull, sharp and cold, like ice driven behind her eyes.
“Isa.” Y/n’s hands moved to her face, thumb brushing her cheek, grounding her. “You do not have to force it.”
“I need to,” she gasped. “It is right there. I can feel it. If I say it, this ends.”
“Then we can find it another way. You do not have to hurt yourself.”
“No,” she whispered. “I want this. I want...”
She met his eyes then.
Really met them.
Something in his expression went soft and raw at the same time.
Her throat closed.
This was it.
It was not sacrifice this time.
It was choice.
Not martyrdom.
Love.
The words slammed through the block in her head like a hammer through thin glass.
True love.
The phrase finally surfaced whole. Clean. Simple. So infuriatingly, stupidly old-fashioned that if she had not been shaking apart, she might have laughed.
The curse had demanded true love freely chosen, freely given, unbound by duty or guilt or desperation.
It had demanded that she find someone who loved her without any of the old games.
It had demanded that she love them back in the same way.
She did.
She did.
“Oh,” she breathed.
The light around them flared white-hot.
Y/n’s thumbs were still on her cheeks.
Her hands moved before her brain caught up.
She grabbed his shirt.
Pulled him down.
And kissed him.
His breath caught in surprise.
Her lips were warm and shaking. Too soft for how desperate the moment felt. Too light and fierce at once.
For half a heartbeat, the world around them vanished.
No sidewalk.
No cars.
No watching strangers.
No old curses.
Just the press of her mouth against his.
The way his hands tightened instinctively in her hair and at the back of her neck.
The way something inside both of them gave way like a knot finally coming undone.
Y/n’s eyes fluttered closed.
He had imagined this, in the quiet, guilty corners of his mind he tried not to visit. He had wondered how it would feel. He had been sure he would never be allowed to find out.
Reality was nothing like any of those half-formed fantasies.
It was raw and gentle and burning and terrifying and right.
He kissed her back.
Carefully at first, like she might disappear if he pushed too hard.
She did not.
She made a small, helpless sound against his mouth and leaned in, fingers fisting tighter in his shirt as if he was the only thing holding her here.
The magic reacted.
The gold that had been wild and jagged suddenly focused.
It poured inward instead of out.
Isa gasped into the kiss as energy flooded through her. But it was not the tearing, ripping sensation from before. It was heat and light and weight being lifted, layers unspooling, shackles loosening one after another.
Her cat instincts, that constant prickle of fur under her skin, pulled tight—
And then snapped.
The sense of the small body waiting inside her dissolved.
Her magic, the true core of it, surged up from where Eun-joon’s shadows had buried it, golden and furious and alive.
Light exploded out of her in a shockwave that rippled across the street.
Windows rattled.
A streetlamp flickered and blew.
Passersby stumbled, shielding their faces.
Y/n and Isa clung to each other.
The collar at her throat burned hot.
For a second, Isa thought it would sear her skin.
Then she felt it crack.
A fissure split the cheap metal right down the center. Purple sparks sputtered feebly, then were devoured by the gold swelling up around it.
With a tiny, almost anticlimactic sound, the collar snapped and fell apart.
The tag with her name clinked to the ground.
The pressure she had lived with for so long, she had almost forgotten it was there, vanished.
Isa tore her mouth from Y/n’s with a gasp.
Her lungs felt too big. Her heart felt too loud. The world felt too sharp, like all her senses had been turned back up to an original setting after years of being muffled.
She stared at her hands.
Human hands.
No tremor of fur. No wrongness. Just skin.
She flexed her fingers.
No resistance. No static. No cold backlash.
Magic blossomed under her palms, golden and clean.
She choked on a laugh.
“Y/n,” she whispered, voice breaking. “Y/n, I...”
He was staring at her like she had singlehandedly rewritten his understanding of the universe.
“Isa,” he said hoarsely.
His hand lifted, almost disbelieving, to cup her cheek.
She leaned into it without thinking, eyes stinging.
The gold light around them dimmed to a soft glow, more aura than explosion.
She exhaled.
The absence of the curse was so sudden it left her lightheaded.
She laughed again, a wet, breathless sound that bordered on a sob.
“I can feel it,” she said, hands flying to her chest, to her neck, to the space where the collar used to be. “It is gone. I do not feel the leash. I do not...”
Her words crumbled under the weight of too much.
Tears spilled over.
Happy this time.
Shocked.
Relieved.
She lunged at Y/n and threw her arms around him, burying her face in his shoulder.
He caught her automatically, hugging her back so tight she squeaked.
“You did it,” he breathed against her hair, half laughing, half crying himself. “You actually did it.”
“We did it,” she corrected, voice muffled.
He pulled back just enough to see her face.
Her cheeks were streaked with tears. Her eyes were bright and wide. Her mouth was trembling, but smiling.
He had never seen her look so vulnerable and so powerful at the same time.
His thumb brushed away one of the tears.
“Isa,” he said softly.
She laughed and sobbed in the same breath and, without hesitating this time, grabbed his face and kissed him again.
Less desperate.
More sure.
His body remembered the shape of it immediately.
He made a helpless sound and leaned in, one hand sliding into her hair, the other curling around her waist.
The city blurred around them.
They kissed like the world had not given them much, but it had given them this, and they were going to take it.
Isa broke away after a moment, forehead resting against his.
Her breath fanned warm over his lips.
Her hands were still framing his face.
“True love,” she whispered, half in awe, half in exasperated disbelief. “It really was that.”
He huffed out a wet laugh. “Of course your curse was something out of a fairytale.”
“A very fucked-up fairytale.”
“The worst one.”
They both laughed, a little hysterically.
Isa’s smile trembled. “I remembered when I...”
Her cheeks went red.
He understood without her finishing.
“When you...” he echoed gently.
“Kissed you,” she muttered.
His heart flipped. “Yeah. I got that part.”
A tiny silence stretched between them, warm and charged.
He could have said it then.
The word that had been circling his tongue all day.
Love.
He could have told her outright.
She could have said it too.
Everything in her eyes said it already.
They were both still catching up to what their actions had already shouted at the curse.
Maybe they needed a moment to breathe before speaking it into the air.
Isa drew in a shaky breath and stepped back a fraction, hands dropping to his shoulders instead of his cheeks.
She wiped at her face, still smiling through the tears. “I am not turning into a cat.”
“You are not.”
“I am still me.”
“You are.”
“And you are still here.”
“I am not going anywhere.”
Emotion rippled across her features again.
“I...” she started.
Something on the ground near her foot caught her attention.
The broken collar.
The tag that had held her name like a joke now lying in two useless halves.
She stared at it.
Then bent and picked it up.
The split metal was cold in her hand. Lightless. Harmless.
She laughed, shaky and disbelieving, and closed her fingers around it.
“Finally,” she whispered.
Y/n watched her, his own chest too full.
For a moment, it felt like the world had righted itself.
The curse was gone.
Her magic was back.
He was holding her hand on a regular sidewalk under an ordinary sky.
They could go home.
Order chicken.
Figure out what came next slowly.
Together.
“Isa,” he said, softer than before.
She looked up.
He squeezed her fingers. “We should get you inside. You are glowing.”
“Literally or metaphorically?” she shot back automatically.
“Both.”
She huffed, wiping at her eyes again.
“Yeah,” she said. “Okay. Let us—”
Something whistled through the air.
Fast.
Low.
Y/n’s instincts screamed.
He barely had time to register the movement in his periphery before something slammed into him from the side.
Not a body.
A weight.
A force.
A net.
It hit him in the chest like a truck, driving the air from his lungs and knocking him off his feet.
“Y/n!”
Isa’s shout ripped through the street.
He hit the pavement hard, rolled, tried to get his hands under him.
The net tightened.
Not rope.
Lines of dark energy woven like cords, crackling with purple light. Every place it touched his skin burned cold. His muscles spasmed, refusing to obey.
“What the—?”
He tried to grab the edge and pull.
The strands shocked his palms and bit into his fingers, sending numbness racing up his arms.
He gritted his teeth and pulled harder.
It only drew tighter.
Isa whirled toward him, eyes blazing, gold light flaring in response to her panic.
“Y/n!”
She took a step—
And a familiar voice cut through the chaos.
“Well,” Eun-joon said pleasantly from the mouth of a nearby alley, “this is... unexpected.”
Isa’s head snapped toward him.
She went white with fury.
He stood there in his black coat, hands in his pockets, hair perfectly in place as if he had not just thrown a cursed net into a busy street. People around them were already backing away, suddenly deciding this was not a show they wanted a front-row seat to.
Eun-joon’s eyes traveled over Isa.
The glow.
The lack of collar.
The absolute absence of any feline aura around her.
He clicked his tongue.
“Congratulations,” he said lightly. “You broke it.”
Isa’s magic surged.
Light flared around her in a blazing halo.
“You,” she hissed. “I will—”
She moved.
Fast.
Faster than Y/n had ever seen her move.
But Eun-joon had not come unprepared.
His hand swept upward.
Purple sigils snapped into existence under Isa’s feet.
She felt them a fraction of a second too late.
The trap triggered.
Energy lashed up around her ankles like chains, yanking her to a halt mid-stride. She stumbled, cursing, and slashed a hand down, golden light smashing through the bindings.
They shattered, but the delay cost her.
While she fought the remnants of the spell, Eun-joon took three unhurried steps forward, lifted one hand—
And the net around Y/n dragged violently sideways.
Y/n’s breath tore from his chest as he was yanked along the pavement like a hooked fish. Concrete scraped his back, his shoulder. He tried to dig his heels in. The net jerked him forward anyway.
“Stop!” Isa screamed.
Her voice cracked.
Eun-joon’s gaze slid to her for a heartbeat.
In that heartbeat, Y/n saw something he had not seen before in the warlock’s expression.
Not smugness.
Not cold amusement.
Something tight.
Something close to anger.
“I told you once,” Eun-joon said mildly, as if they were still on that rooftop, “that death was boring. Clearly so is leaving you as a cat.”
He flicked his fingers.
The net lifted Y/n off the ground.
His stomach lurched as his feet left the pavement. The city spun for a second. He grabbed at the lines again. They hissed under his fingers, numbing them completely.
Isa’s magic slammed against an invisible barrier between them, gold veering off purple in sprays of sparks.
“Put him down,” she snarled, voice low and dangerous.
Eun-joon smiled thinly.
“I think not.”
He studied Y/n as if examining a new acquisition.
Up close, those amber eyes were worse. Too clear. Too empty.
“You were not part of this story,” Eun-joon said. “And yet here you are. Messy. Inconvenient. Useful.”
Y/n bared his teeth despite the cold creeping through his limbs. “Go to hell.”
Eun-joon’s smile widened. “I visit often.”
Isa’s magic flared again, brighter. She shoved a hand forward, a lance of golden light spearing toward Eun-joon’s chest.
He swept his arm in a lazy arc.
Shadows rose like a wall.
The beam hit it and fractured, spraying sparks across the sidewalk. Glass in a nearby storefront shattered with a sharp crack.
“Careful,” he chided. “You have only just gotten that body back. It would be a shame to burn it out so soon.”
Isa took a step forward, rage and fear rolling off her like heat. “Let him go. This is between you and me.”
“Ah,” he said softly. “That is where you are wrong.”
He turned Y/n slightly, showing him to her like a piece of leverage.
“Now,” he continued, “it is between you, me, and your... what is he, exactly?”
Isa’s jaw clenched.
Y/n met her eyes.
Her terror was naked now.
Not for herself.
For him.
“Let him go,” she said again, lower. “You want a fight, you get me. Not him.”
Eun-joon tilted his head.
“And what incentive do I have to play by your terms, Chaeyoung?”
“You want the Council?” she snapped. “You want them to see what you can do? Take me. They will come for me. You get your war.”
He chuckled. “You overestimate their attachment. They wrote you off already.”
The truth of that hit her, but she refused to flinch.
“Then what do you want?” she demanded.
Eun-joon’s gaze slid between them.
When he spoke, his voice was smooth and utterly devoid of hurry.
“I want you to remember that you are not untouchable,” he said. “Even with your curse broken. Even with your magic back. I want you to understand that every choice you make now has collateral.”
He let the words sink in.
Y/n struggled again, every instinct screaming at him to break free, get away, do something.
The net tightened like a mocking answer.
“You always believed losing yourself was the worst fate,” Eun-joon went on. “You were wrong. Watching someone else suffer because of you? That is so much more... instructive.”
“Do not,” Isa said.
He ignored her.
“You love him,” he said matter-of-factly.
Isa went absolutely still.
So did Y/n.
The warlock smiled, small and pleased with his own observation.
“How quaint,” he added.
“Shut up,” Isa snarled.
Eun-joon’s eyes narrowed, just a fraction.
“Love is leverage,” he said. “Always has been. I am very good at using it.”
He snapped his fingers.
The net jerked backward, carrying Y/n with it.
“NO!”
Isa’s scream tore down the street.
She flung her magic forward again, this time wild and sharp, less controlled, more desperate.
Golden blasts streaked toward Eun-joon.
He did not stand there and take them this time.
He moved.
Fast.
Too fast.
Shadows swallowed him and Y/n both, the net dragging its prisoner into the pocket of darkness with him.
For a split second, Y/n saw Isa’s face through the closing gap.
Fury.
Terror.
Love.
“I will find you!” she shouted, voice wrecked. “I swear—”
The shadows snapped shut.
The world twisted.
For Y/n, there was one more impression of light and street and Isa lunging forward, hand outstretched—
Then nothing but cold and dark and the echo of her voice in his head.
On the empty street, Isa dropped to her knees where he had been an instant before, hands slamming against concrete that no longer held anything.
Her breath came in harsh, broken bursts.
Around her, people were shouting, some filming, some running. Distant sirens wailed, drawn by the explosion of magic.
She did not hear any of it.
Her fingers curled into fists against the ground.
Tears blurred her vision.
The curse was gone.
Her body was hers.
Her magic burned hot and bright and ready.
And Eun-joon had taken Y/n.
Something inside her roared.
Golden light rose around her again, higher than before, not raw and unfocused now but laced with a new, terrifying clarity.
“He took him,” she whispered, voice shaking.
The words tasted like ash.
Then she lifted her head.
Her eyes burned.
Not with fear this time.
With rage.
Pure and clean and sharpened by love.
“I am coming,” she said, to the air, to the city, to the shadow that had stolen him. “Do you hear me, you bastard? I am coming.”
Power surged out from her in a wave.
Windows rattled in their frames. Streetlights flickered. Somewhere above, clouds rolled in over the clear sky like ink spilling across a page.
Isa stood slowly.
Her hands trembled.
So did the ground under her feet.
The broken collar half lay on the pavement where she had dropped it, useless now.
She stepped over it without looking back.
Then she stalked down the street, magic humming like a live wire under her skin, following the lingering taste of Eun-joon’s shadows in the air like a trail.
Her every step made the golden light around her blaze brighter.
By the time the sirens reached the corner, Isa was already gone.
And in the cold dark wherever Eun-joon had dragged him, Y/n opened his eyes to nothing and realized, with a sinking heart, that he was very much alone.
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To Be Continued...
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