Prael's Playhouse

What she became for Sullyoon was comfort, laughter and a guiding hand. What she is now is, well, we’ll get to that.

It’s the hope that really did it. From the first day they met, crossing paths outside a practice room, where Sullyoon bent the full ninety to be met by Sana’s little dip of her head, partnered with her bright smile and greeting, that had her heartstrings tangled. They spoke in brief, barely an introduction, but it was enough.

Then they had her sit in, and Sullyoon danced until her feet grew sore, and Sana grinned and gave her a thumbs up, and in those brief moments, Sullyoon could never regret her career choice. When it was over, somewhere between Sana's muted appreciation and Sullyoon's gushing gratitude, Sana made an offer. Practice together, the two of them.

Sullyoon agreed, of course. She agreed to everything.

The warnings, the advice, the rumours. So what if a younger girl liked an older girl? So what if Sana was her senior? Sullyoon was - is - windswept.

So when the idea of coffee before practice came at Sana's suggestion, Sullyoon was up an hour earlier than usual. She had her hair in rollers, and she sat at her vanity. She tapped the brush across her skin and dotted the concealer. She took her time with everything. From curling her eyelashes to applying her lipstick, it was wholly methodical. She wanted to look good, but that was a given. It was more than that; she wanted to look like Sana's type.

She picked a simple outfit, skin-tight jeans, a cropped camisole and a light cardigan. It wasn’t the first choice, nor was it the second. In fact, it was around the fourth swap that Sullyoon looked at herself in the mirror and began to judge the woman staring back. It’s coffee. Just little beans ground down and brewed into a drink to start the day before practice. Practice that would inevitably require a change of clothes anyway, so why did this matter so much? 

Sana - that’s why.

The coffee date (could Sullyoon call it that?) passed by all too quickly, but it opened the metaphorical door. No longer did they only talk about dancing and comebacks and vocal tones and aegyo and… - yeah, you get the picture - but they talked about each other. Favourite snacks, drinks, and places to visit. Sana would appease everything Sullyoon threw out.

That park that Sullyoon loved to visit? They met there the following Monday and walked around for a little while.

The movie that Sullyoon loved? Well, Sana didn’t watch it, but she read the reviews and pretended that she had.

The games that Sullyoon loved to play? Sana bought a switch. Yep, a switch, just to play with Sullyoon.

And look, Sana had absolutely no idea what she was doing. She followed Sullyoon around - once she finally understood the controls - and did everything she said she should do. By the end of the first day, Sana had a hole in the ground, and Sullyoon had a house. They didn’t get a lot of time outside of schedules, but they would play when they could. Sana’s hole in the ground got a little bit nicer as Sullyoon decorated it and built around it to keep it safe.

In the lamp-light-clashing-moonlight glow of her room, Sullyoon pondered it all. Sana took her where she wanted to go, bought her the things she wanted to own, read her favourite books and watched her favourite movies. Sana bought a switch just for her. All these gestures paled in comparison to the little things she noticed.

Like how Sana would accidentally brush her hand and then smile as if nothing happened, how she would make these little jokes that share just a little bit too much detail about her sex life, and how she would constantly invite Sullyoon over to spend the night.

Empty pizza boxes accompanied empty bottles. Flirty jokes accompanied Sullyoon falling head-over-heels. She was falling - faster and harder than anything had ever fallen. Barrelling towards a reality that had begun to form in her head, Sullyoon pictured the future. It would be tough, keeping the secret, but they could do it, Sullyoon was sure. 

Sana had experience; Sullyoon would come to learn. Her relationships with her many friends in the industry, from Momo to Miyeon and everyone in between. Not that Sullyoon was jealous, no, not openly. That only reared its head on those nights alone in her room, pondering possibilities.

Then came the day everything changed. The casual-flirty jokes became not-so-casual-flirty jokes, and all of Sullyoon’s favourite things became tools of the evening. Her favourite snacks, drinks, movies, everything - all at once. The longing looks became long looks. Sana flicked a switch, and Sullyoon crumbled. Putty in her hands.

They slept together that night. Sana had all these things she liked to do, and Sullyoon had a body she wanted to do them all too. The kisses never seemed to end, from chaste to an outright dissolution of decorum. The touches trailed to the ends of Sullyoon’s world - all this caressing and grabbing and tugging and fuck -

Yeah, it was perfect. Sullyoon wept after it all. An emotional cooking pot boiled over in the post-coital serenity - in Sana’s arms. She confessed it all to her in that raw state: how she fell in love with her before she ever even met her. How the feelings only became cemented upon seeing that smile in real life, and how every single domino that fell following that had led her to this precipice.

And on that precipice, she stood. She stood still for a long time. 

Sullyoon would load up her Minecraft world from time to time, build a little more around that hole, waiting for her to come back. She drank more coffee, wandered around the parks, and practised harder than ever before. Sana would show up again and invite her over. Food. Drinks. Great sex. Precipice. Waiting. Hope.

Sana’s phone would flash with Miyeon’s picture, or someone else’s, all the time. Things would go quiet. No dates. No movies. No feelings. Then she would return to do it all over again.

For Sana, it is a loop, and for Sullyoon, it is a spiral. 

You kiss her again, and it's hard to argue with that. Her hands are working your shirt free of your trousers, fingertips brushing your skin, while your hands are sliding up her thighs, pushing her skirt up with them. You hit the little black garter on her thigh. You knew it was there, you spotted it earlier when she totally-not-for-your benefit dropped her pen under the desk, but it's still a pleasant discovery. You hook your fingers beneath it, snap it against her skin, making her gasp into your mouth.

Rei's fingers are quick at your buttons, and she pulls your shirt open, her hands sliding over your chest, nails scraping lightly. You groan against her lips, and she smiles, smug and satisfied. "You're tense," she observes.

"You try sitting through a four-hour director meeting and see how relaxed you are," you retort, and she laughs, an airy sound that makes you want to hear it again and again.

You back her up against the desk, and she hops up, legs spreading to make room for you between them. You kiss her neck, and she tilts her head back, giving you better access. Your teeth graze her skin, and she shivers, her fingers tangling in your hair. "I have to sit through your budget reviews, too, you know," she whispers. "They're just as boring."

"But you get to look at me the whole time," you point out, and she laughs again, pulling your face up to kiss you.

She hums a little agreement before telling you the worst-kept secret of how difficult it is to be only twenty minutes into the meeting and already dripping wet. "I mean, you're up there, looking all serious and professional," she says, her fingers undoing your belt. "And I'm just thinking about how I want you to bend me over the desk and fuck me right there."

You groan because that is entirely not helpful when you're trying to keep things together for the sake of the shareholders.

"So when you had to step out of the room," Rei continues, "it took everything I had to not just follow you out and drop to my knees and suck your cock right there in the hallway."

You grip her hips, pulling her closer to the edge of the desk, your cock pressing against her through your trousers. "Fuck, Rei," you groan, and she smirks at that.

She reaches between you, palming your length through the fabric, and you hiss, your hips jerking forward. "You're already so hard," she purrs.

"And yet, you're still so well-dressed." You start at her top shirt button, popping it open. Then the next. "I think we need to remedy that."

She bites her lip, eyes bright with anticipation, and you work your way down the line of buttons, revealing the black lace of her lingerie. You're not sure what's sexier: the underwear itself, or the fact that she's been wearing it under her work clothes all day. A body like that, you just have to taste, so you’re leaning down, kissing the swell of her breasts just above the fabric, and she hums in appreciation.

"All these hotel rooms cost a pretty penny." She’s probably right, but it’s not like you would know - the company is footing the bill for these little trysts. You’re going to argue that it’s all worth it for the look in her eyes, for the way she feels against you, for the way she's looking at you like you're the only thing that matters right now.

"I think it's a sound investment," you tell her before kissing her again, and then argue, "Good for morale."

"Mhm, I would say so. My morale is definitely up."

Then your hands are sliding up her sides, reaching her bra and pushing it up to expose her tits. You take one in your hand and just play with it so casually. Even that has her letting out deep breaths. You have to taste her. Your mouth finds her nipple, and you tease it with your tongue, making her continue those sweet sighs.

In response, her hand tightens on your cock, stroking you a little harder. "Feels so good.”

You move to her other breast, giving it an equal share of love, while your free hand slides down her stomach and slips under her skirt. You find her panties. Fuck, she’s wet. You press your fingers against her, and she whimpers, her hips rolling against your hand.

"Already so wet for me.”

"Always wet for you," she says, and fuck, that does something to you. You growl a little, nipping at her breast, making her cry out. Your fingers push her panties aside, sliding through her folds. You find her clit. You circle it lightly, and the response comes in a shudder and the clench of her thighs on your sides.

"I love how easy you are."

"Calling me a slut?" Rei asks as she unfastens your trousers, and you laugh into the valley of her breasts.

"Is that what you want me to call you?" You kiss up her chest now before nipping at her collarbone. You want to hear her say it - want to hear her admit how much she loves it when you call her a needy little thing.

"Maybe." Her hand slips into your boxers, wrapping around your cock, and you groan, your hips thrusting into her grip. "Maybe I just want you to fuck me like one."

Yeah, that’s the point here, Rei. Accompanied by a kiss, you push your fingers inside her so easily. You curl them, and before long, she breaks the kiss, her forehead against yours as she moans.

"I'm the best hour of your day," Rei teases, and it’s not entirely true, if not entirely false.

"Second best," you say with a little bite. "It's not like Wonyoung doesn't keep me pretty happy at home."

And that, right there, is the thing - the line that makes this so fucking hot. The way she knows you have someone else, and she doesn't care. She likes it, even. It gets her off just as much as it gets you off. You can feel her clench around your fingers, and you know she's thinking about it, about how she's the other woman, the side piece, the dirty little secret.

"Lucky her," Rei groans. "Getting you all to herself at night."

"Evening, night, morning - every chance we get."

You pull your fingers out of her, and she whines, but it doesn’t last long because you're already pushing her skirt up higher. Then go her panties in the other direction. She lifts her hips to help you, and soon you toss them aside. You spread her thighs. She places one hand behind her on the wood, keeping herself propped up, and with the other, she guides the head of your cock to her entrance. It all seems so rehearsed, which is a testament to the number of times you’ve had her like this.

"Where do you get the energy -" 

She doesn't finish the sentence, too busy gasping as you push into her, slow and steady. She's so wet and so warm around your tip. There is a moment where you just look at each other, both breathing heavily, and then you start to move, your hips rolling as you fuck her on the desk, and you tell her, "Proper motivation."

"Yeah? Like what?"

"Something about knowing someone else is waiting for me at home," you say, and she moans, her head falling back. "Makes me want to fuck you even harder."

"Fuck," she gasps, her fingers digging into your shoulders. "That's so fucked up."

"Knowing that ‘the someone at home’ is going to suck your cum off my cock when I get home." You start to thrust a little faster, a little harder. It always goes like this, as you both descend into cheating madness. "And she has no idea."

Rei's eyes are glazed over, her lips parted as she pants, and you take the chance to capture her soft lips again. She kisses back just as hard.

Her nail scrape down your back as she pulls off your shirt. You can feel the sting, but it just spurs you on, your hips snapping against hers over and over.

You want to mess her up. You want to ruin her, to mark her, to make her forget her own name. It’s all primal thoughts when you’re alone with her. You want to fuck her so good she can't think straight, can't remember anything but your cock and the way you feel inside her. 

So you do just that. You fuck her hard and deep. Your hands are on her hips, and you pull her into every thrust. She's making the most delicious sounds - little whimpers and moans that go straight to your cock.

There's this thing about Rei - call it a habit or call it an addiction - she's got this need to be a little bit mean, to be a little bit cruel, even when she's getting her brains fucked out. You can feel it in the way she's digging her nails into your skin, in the way she's clenching around you, trying to milk you for all you're worth. So you give her a little of what she wants, and you whisper in her ear, "Wonyoung would hate you, you know."

Rei barely manages a few expletives in response.

"She'd scratch your eyes out if she knew what we were doing." You punctuate your words with a particularly hard thrust, and she cries out. "But I guess that's part of the fun, isn't it? The thought of her finding out?"

"Yes," Rei hisses. "Fuck, yes."

"You love it, don't you? You love being the dirty little secret, the one I come to when I need a little extra."

With that, she's got a hand on the back of your head, pulling you hard against her, into the crook of her neck. Her lips are right at your ear, and between the moans and the ragged breaths, she's throwing out these little fragments of self-degradation. "I'm just a quick fuck to you," she says. "Just a warm hole to stick your cock in when you're bored of her."

She's not wrong, but you love hearing her say it, love the way she's getting off on her own humiliation. So you tell her she's right, and you kiss her neck. You’re all teeth - it’s a little aggressive. "But you're so fucking good at it," you growl. "You're such a good little slut for me."

"Fuck, yes," she whines, and you can feel her getting close, her body tensing up, her nails digging into your scalp. "I'm your little slut, I'm your dirty little secret, I'm—fuck, I'm gonna cum."

You can feel it too, that telltale tightening around your cock and hear it in the way her breath hitches. So you push her right over the edge. Your thumb finds her clit, rubbing it in tight, fast circles as you keep pounding into her. She screams, her whole body convulsing, and you feel her gush around your cock as her juices soak both of you.

"See, you're always so easy." She's nodding along, or at least doing her best to; some form of vague agreement is hidden in the way she's falling apart. There's this signature way Rei cums, something you know well enough now that you could pick it out in a lineup of orgasmic faces, where she gets a bit teary-eyed, and her bottom lip quivers, and then she breaks into this giggle - it's fucking adorable. "And so messy."

You slow down, letting her ride it out, and then you pull out, her body going limp against the desk. You take a moment to admire her - the way her chest is heaving, the flush on her cheeks, the dazed look in her eyes. You could look at her for hours, memorise every detail, but you've still got work to do.

So you're picking her up, but not heading for the bed.

Something about sliding balcony doors sings to the voyeur in you, as if you needed the city lights as an audience to the little spectacle you're making of her. So that's where you're taking her. That's where you'll pound her next.

"You know, there is a budget issue," Rei slurs out as she is pushed up against the glass.

"Oh yeah?"

"Overspending."

You're near tearing that skirt from her hips, and as she steps out of it, she turns and bends over, pushing her ass out for you. "And it can't wait?"

Rei shakes her head, looking back over her shoulder. "Actually, it's very relevant." She dips a little deeper. "You see, overtime costs are up a few points this quarter, and accommodation expenses have ballooned."

"Sounds like something we need to crack down on. Maybe you can find one of your creative approaches?"

"Asking me to get creative?"

"Always."

“I can do creative." It's an understatement for a woman like her, who seems to have an infinite number of ways to make you lose your mind. Case in point: she reaches out to pull a chair over to her side, and then she puts one foot on it and bends over a little further, giving you an even better view of her pussy, still wet and glistening from her last orgasm.

And just like that, you're kneeling, hands on her ass, spreading her open. Your tongue slides through her folds. Rei presses against the glass. "With the right motivation, I can hide any deficit," she's telling you, and you chuckle against her, the vibration making her shiver.

You lick her clit, and she whimpers. Rei pushes her hips back against your tongue. "I can make it work," she continues, her words breathy. "I'll just have to get very hands-on with the numbers."

You're not really listening anymore, too focused on the way she tastes, the way she feels against your tongue. You don’t have to see her to know she’s smirking. "I'll just have to bend over backwards for the company."

You groan at that, your cock twitching at the idea, and you pull back, standing up. You slap her ass, making her yelp and the flesh wobble. Now, you're lining up again and then pushing into her in one smooth thrust. She cries out, her hands scrabbling for purchase on the glass where she can’t find any.

"Corporate loyalty," she gasps out. "It's all about giving your all."

"I think you're more than giving your all, Rei," you tell her. You reach around her to cup her breasts. "I think you're going above and beyond."

She laughs, breathless and a little wild, and it's the sexiest sound you've ever heard. "Just doing my job."

"And you're so good at it." You roll her nipples between your fingers. "I should give you a raise."

"I'd rather you just shut up and keep fucking me."

You can't argue with that. You straighten up, one hand on her hip, the other hooking the thigh of the leg she has propped up in the air. You're pressing her against the glass, the city lights blurring behind her. You're fucking her hard and fast. She's taking it, loving it, begging for more. You give it to her, you give her everything, until you can feel yourself getting close, your balls tightening, your thrusts becoming a little erratic.

"Fuck, Rei, where?" you manage to grit out. Not that this is a knowledge thing, you just need to hear her say it before you do it.

"Anywhere. On me. In me." 

In her.

She's cumming and laughing, and it's all so overwhelming, you can't help but follow her over the edge. Your vision goes white, your body tensing as you empty yourself inside her, filling her up with your cum. You stay like that for a moment, both of you breathing heavily, and then you pull out, watching your cum drip out of her, down her thighs.

It's fucking obscene, and you love it. You love the way she looks, all dishevelled and well-fucked. Rei turns to face you, and there's a satisfied smirk on her lips. There’s a gleam in her eye that says she knows exactly what she's doing to you.

She's standing, hands against your chest as she leans close, and suddenly she's all delicate. Plump lips give pillowy kisses. She keeps pulling back before you can engage her in liplock, a playful tease that has you chasing her kisses as she tilts her head this way and that.

"You're a bad habit," she whispers, and you can feel her smile against your lips.

"You're worse.”

"I know," she smirks, and just when you think you might make out with her, she's gone. One quick drop to her knees with cat-like precision. She's taking your cock in her mouth, cleaning you off, her tongue swirling around the head, lapping up the mixture of your cum and hers. You groan, and your hands tangle in her hair.

You've seen that look before - many times over the months you've been sneaking around with her. You're sure you'll see it again, and again, and again. As much as you both know this is wrong, as much as you both know it can't last, you can't seem to stop. She's your addiction, your guilty pleasure, your favourite fucking sin.

"Fuck, Rei." You're already half-hard again inside her mouth, and that has the corners of it upturned a little. 

Then comes the buzzing - your phone. You swear under your breath, reach for it, and see Wonyoung's name flashing on the screen.

Rei pulls off your cock, a string of saliva connecting her lips to your head, and then - as if it's the most normal thing - tells you, "Better answer that.”

A shake of your head and a resigned sigh. You’re supposed to be in the office, and that leaves no excuse for ignoring her call. You swipe and answer. "Hey, baby.”

"Hey," Wonyoung says, and you can practically hear her pout. "You're working late again, aren't you?"

"Yeah, sorry. Meeting ran over, and I just need to… finish up."

She sighs, a little over-dramatically to make her point. You’ve heard it before, and you’ll hear it again. "Again? This is the fourth time this week. I'm starting to feel neglected…"

You have to bite back a groan and swallow it as Rei takes you back into her mouth. She caresses the tip of your cock with her tongue. "I know, baby, I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you, I promise."

"I'm holding you to that," Wonyoung warns. And sure, she's not really mad, just playfully annoyed, but there’s this pang of guilt that quickly passes. Her tone shifts to something a little more serious and a little more seductive. "You know, I've been thinking about you all day. I'm wearing that new lingerie you bought me."

It’s an enticing thought that will only fuel you further.

Oh, fuck. Rei's eyes flick up to yours as she takes you deeper. That fucking smirk around your cock. Ugh, she’s so clearly enjoying the predicament she's putting you in. You clear your throat. "Yeah? The red one?"

"Mm-hmm," Wonyoung purrs. "It's so soft against my skin, and it makes me feel so sexy. I wish you were here to see it."

You drop your tone a little and tell her, "Wish I was too." It's not entirely a lie - you do want to be there and to see her in that lingerie. You just also happen to want to fuck Rei's throat while you're thinking about it, but you can’t exactly say it out loud.

You can just picture Wonyoung lying on your shared bed, her hand trailing down her stomach, slipping inside the red lace. "I've been touching myself," she confesses, and your hips jerk forward, making Rei gag a little. "Just thinking about you. About your hands on me, your mouth on me, your cock inside me."

Jesus Christ. This is too much. Rei's still working you over, her head bobbing in your lap, and Wonyoung's moaning in your ear. You're pretty sure you're going to hell for this, but fuck, does it feel so good.

"I want you to come home and fuck me," Wonyoung near-pleads. "I want you to bend me over the bed and take me hard. I want to scream your name until the neighbours complain."

You tangle your fingers into Rei's hair and hold her in place as you start to thrust into her mouth. "I'll be home as soon as I can, baby.”

"Promise?" Wonyoung asks, and you can hear the pout again.

"I promise." It's a lie, but what's one more on top of all the others?

"Are you alone?" Rei looks up at you, her eyes wide, but she doesn't stop sucking you, doesn't even slow down. If anything, she doubles her efforts, taking you deeper, her nose pressing against your stomach - the last thing you need.

"N-no," you stutter out. "I mean, yes. Yes, I'm alone. Just me and the spreadsheets."

"Right, right. Are you sure you're okay?"

"Fine," you grit out, as Rei starts to hum around your cock. You have to bite your lip to keep from moaning. "Just tired. Long day."

"Mm," Wonyoung’s not entirely convinced, that much is sure, but she buys any lie you try to sell her. "Well, hurry up and finish your work so you can come home and finish me off."

"Believe me, I'm trying," you say, and it's the truth, for once. You need to fuck Rei again - need to finish your work.

Wonyoung laughs, a bright, happy sound that makes your chest ache. "I love you," she says, and the words hit you like a series of little punches to the gut.

"I love you too," you reply, and you mean it - even as Rei's swallowing around you, even as your hips are thrusting into her mouth, even as you're trying not to bust a nut down your mistress's throat. You love Wonyoung, and that's what makes this so fucked up.

"See you soon." Wonyoung hangs up and leaves you with the dial tone and a girl on her knees who's still looking up at you with a fire in her eyes.

You toss your phone aside. You grip Rei's hair as you start to really fuck her face in punishment. She takes it - just lets you use her. Her eyes water, and spit drips down her chin. "That was so fucking bad," you scold. "Doing that while I'm on the phone with her."

Rei pulls off, a string of saliva connecting her lips to your cock, and then catches it as she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. "Punish me then."

Maybe you meet her half of the way. Either way, her lips are on yours. It’s easy - because fuck if this girl can’t kiss - it's a sensation unlike any you've ever felt before. It's electric. The kind of chemistry that belongs in a lab where some sort of experiment has gone spectacularly right. The way you slot together, open your mouth, and taste her. And then she parts her lips to welcome you more, the tip of her tongue is teasing over your lips and then meeting yours, and somewhere between hello and goodbye, you grab her hips and hold her against your front because you need more.

Fuck, you think, all the girls you've met in your life, so help you fucking god - you never knew what you were missing before. "Fuck, Asa," you whisper into the kiss when it gets so deep, you think your lungs may give in.

Then she moans into the kiss, her fingers combing up the back of your neck and threading through your hair. "Mm," she hums to you, breathless and soft, "what?" She pulls back to check you’re still with her, the both of you breathing hard.

You swear you were drunk five minutes ago, but now you’re stone-cold sober, staring down at this girl you’ve known for most of your college years, and all you want is for this moment to last forever. You want her everywhere, want to feel more of her skin, and taste more of her lips, and have her pull on your hair until you spill out everything you can give her.

For a split second, you hesitate. And you can see Asa realising the same thing.

"Asa," you say again, only there's something else in your voice now - a different set of intentions. It hangs in the air between you; it might be fear or caution, and a hint of something darker. Desire, something urges you to admit. You don't. You don't want to say it out loud.

And because Asa is Asa and has never known a single moment of restraint, she doesn't give you time to think twice. Her fingers twist harder in your hair, and when she pulls you down to meet her - holy fuck - the kiss turns ravenous.

"Tell me I can do more than just kiss you," she whispers onto your mouth, and if you hadn't already lost the ability to breathe, you do then.

You're nodding, and thinking you'd let her choke the life out of you if she asked. The kisses continue. It's wet and messy, filthy in the best kind of way that leaves you wanting so much more.

So, with hands on her tiny waist, and your mouth hot against hers, you lead her backwards toward your bedroom. There's a quick moment when she fumbles for the doorknob, and you help without even giving it a thought. Then the two of you are stumbling inside, and you're praying that you left your bed in a half-decent condition.

You get her down onto the sheets with the lights off, your hand already travelling up the side of her body; you barely feel the way she shifts to kick her shoes off. Asa sits up as you kiss down her neck, licking and biting and savouring the soft noises she makes into your ear. She tugs her shirt over her head while you're working the button and zipper on her pants. These clothes will be gone in near record time.

You will drink that body in. Drink it until you choke on it.

You barely have a moment to kiss over the tops of her breasts, or to dip your tongue between the valley and wonder what she might taste like there, when Asa is moving you. Her fingers wrap tight again into your hair, and she doesn't so much as force, as urge you down her torso, helping you push her jeans down and off. Then your mouth is trailing down her bare skin, your lips mapping out the shape of her abs - and fuck, your tongue is so close to the spot that you really want to bury your face in between her legs, but she just whines, impatient.

“Lower, please -” The words barely make it out among her shaky gasps and moans. You look up over the planes of her body, all those enchanting contours that almost capture your attention so wholly that you don’t notice her dark eyes. They’re looking right down at you with intent. Her hand lowers and her thumb meets your jaw. “Come on, aren’t you curious?”

"Like you wouldn't believe," is the only reply you give before you drag her underwear down her legs and are met with the most incredible view you'll ever witness.

"Just checking," Asa laughs, "for science, really."

"Is that what we're calling it?" You trace your thumb through her folds, spreading them wide to take in every pretty inch of her glistening cunt. You feel her shudder at the touch - good - you want to test her patience first, see just how much she needs it. More touches follow, your fingers following the seam of her cunt, and a shudder courses through her.

"Hey," she groans, and arches up. You have to push your hand flat to her lower stomach just to keep her from lifting off the bed completely.

"You're impatient," you accuse with a slight laugh, and she cracks one eye open to glare down at you.

"If you weren't down there with your mouth so close to where I need it, I-"

"Where do you need it?" you ask, keeping your words quiet and mouth so close to her that your breath fans over her most sensitive parts.

Asa sucks in a sharp gasp at the tease. "My clit," she breathes out, "please, please -"

Yeah, alright, you think. You're a pretty weak man at the best of times; any hope of making this last has already been shot to shit. You lean in, planting a soft kiss against the little bundle of nerves, and Asa's entire body goes rigid in shock.

"Oh, god -" she whimpers when you lick up her cunt, settling into it like this is something you've been starving for - like she's oxygen, and you've been drowning for years. "Jesus fucking Christ-"

"Hmm?" Your tongue swirls over her clit, and your fingers pinch her thigh. "Did you just compare me to a deity?"

"The way you're using your mouth," Asa has the audacity to laugh, "I'll get on my fucking knees for you."

Every thought in your brain goes a little haywire. You hum and the vibrations go straight through her, making her whine and grab at your hair. She pulls you back in close, and her thighs tighten to your ears. You don't think she's ever really been that religious, but her sudden appreciation for the things above? Fair enough, you'll take it. "Careful," you rasp out onto her pussy, and without warning, you drop your mouth over her clit and suck.

"Ohhh -" Asa throws her head back. "Ah, fuck -" she sighs, canting her hips forward like she wants to bury your face right into her cunt. And far be it from you to refuse such a pretty invitation.

You groan into her folds, lapping at her wetness. You can feel the tension building in her legs, how she's starting to tremble. "Almost," Asa gets out, breathless and stuttering. "Like that," she directs, angling your head a little to the left, grinding your nose into the space just above her clit as your tongue flickers over it. "Right there," she pants, holding you in place. "Yes - oh! Fuck!"

And you're used to praise, but when Asa's thighs close tight around your head, when she has to stifle a scream in the pillow, you think you've just found a brand new favourite form of it.

You kiss her soft thighs when she finally lets you up for air, and then slide back up her body to look down at her. Her eyes have gone glassy, and she's gazing at you with complete, undiluted want. Your cock is aching for some relief, but damn if this isn't the best sight you'll ever see.

"I have plans for that cock," Asa warns with a lazy smile, tracing her finger down your chest and then lower. It stops at the band of your jeans, and you swallow at the brush of her knuckles against your hips. Her eyes turn dark again as she looks at your lips; she licks her own. "Want you to fuck me so hard I can't even think straight."

"Shit, Asa." Your fingers ghost along her neck, along her jaw, and you tilt her head up. "Think we've gone a little too far this time. Can't go back."

"Hmm, good." She lifts up, and all the air leaves your lungs as she pushes you over, back to the bed, her leg tossed over your lap. Your hands come to her thighs out of sheer instinct, and you realise Asa is already trying to undo your pants. "Finally get to see if you're as hung as I imagined."

"And just how often have -"

"Not enough," she tells you with her focus set on freeing your cock from the constraints of your underwear. "All the goddamn time." Asa watches your dick hit against your stomach with a grin that's absolutely diabolical. "Fuck, yes," she whispers. "Perfect."

There's this freeze frame of this little thing perched across your thighs, bottom lip between her teeth, and one hand around the base of your cock, and if you die tonight, that'll be fine. You'll take that memory with you anywhere and everywhere for the rest of your existence. Because then she looks up at you through her lashes, smiles, and leans forward to let a stream of her saliva spill over the head. Her hand pumps you once, spreading the wetness, and the moan that drops from your mouth is beyond your comprehension.

She bites her lip again, eyes watching your face. "Just like I imagined," she says and twists her wrist, "big and thick. Perfect for fucking me full."

"You little -" you start to say, and Asa just winks, like she already knows what she does to you, what you think of her, and what you need to happen next.

The way she looks at it, it's worship - eyes never leaving the sight of you, biting her lip and rolling her hips at how she thinks you'll feel inside of her.

"Fuck," she breathes, and her pussy slides right up the length of your cock. "So fucking big." The first stroke of her along you, and your mouth falls open; she just holds your shoulders for balance, tilting her hips to grind her clit against you, and fuck. "You feel that, don't you," she whispers, "dripping all over you. I'm so fucking wet - you're making me lose my mind."

You wrap your arms around her waist, flattening a palm over the base of her spine. With the low groan in your chest, you pull her closer, lifting her up. "Then let me inside," you growl. "Let me feel you."

"Yeah," Asa nods quickly. The head of your cock slips a little and catches on her entrance, "You want in?"

"Fuck, yes.”

She dips down, and you see the exact moment she takes you inside of her cunt - how her eyes go black and hooded, and her lips part. There's this long groan that trembles out of her - all honey-sweet and so perfect. "Oh fuck," she cries, "oh my god."

She's tighter than you could ever have imagined - your whole body shakes with the effort not to blow your load right then. But somehow you manage, and Asa rests her forehead against yours, breathing in short, heavy pants. She takes a moment, and you give it to her. But then she pushes back and rolls her hips, working her tight cunt down your length. You're about to lose your goddamn mind at how soft she feels. "Asa…"

"Mmm?" She hums, and the motion sends a shiver through the two of you.

"You're so ti -"

"I know. Can feel you. Stretching." She laughs a little, just one short huff. "Fuck, you're huge."

You fist the sheets, your knuckles turning white, and you're struggling with every breath to not grab hold and pound into her like an animal. Like your body is fucking begging for you to do. Like maybe if you weren't so desperately into this girl that you've lost any and all rationale - and you might, just for this, tell her how you feel.

But then she rises up your cock, gripping your shoulders for leverage, and your brain just fizzles. You're left completely and utterly fucking addicted to her, unable to do anything but feel.

Every drop back down, she takes you further in, every shift of her thighs to bring you deeper, has her head tipped back in pleasure. You love seeing her like this - all fucked-out and loud and messy. You love every fucking second of it.

"Am I taking all of you?" Asa asks eventually, head forward again, the words punched out as she begins to circle her hips once she's flush against you.

You're gripping her thighs as you tell her, "No. Almost." And she gasps at the knowledge.

"Too deep," she's whispering to you, trying to roll again but finding herself way too full. "Babe, oh -" Asa's mouth falls open again as she squirms, and fuck, the look on her face is priceless. There's just so much pleasure written there, you can't help it; your hips start to move to help meet her, and she just falls apart. "That's it," she keens, loud and desperate. "Fuck me full."

There's very little that remains between the two of you - just sweaty bodies and hungry lips and the sound of moaning. You push up into her, watching her cute tits bounce each time she gets more of you in her tight, tight cunt. The little noises of surprise she makes every time your cock brushes something deep inside her drive you crazy.

"Gonna ruin me," she tells you, breathless and honest, and her eyes roll when you drive into her particularly hard.

"You're already ruined," you say, trying to focus and not fuck up the rhythm you've worked into. "Don’t care if you are."

“You haven’t seen anything yet.” She throws her arms over your shoulders, and when you push her down your cock again, she sinks her teeth into the bend of your neck. "Oh, fuck," she moans, "just a little more. Ah!"

You pull her close, and with her legs around your hips, it's only one more rough, needy, snap into her tight, twitching heat that has Asa quaking in your arms. Her mouth is leaving damp kisses across your shoulders, your throat; she mumbles nonsense as she fucks back on you to get herself through her orgasm. The aftershocks have her cunt clenching, squeezing, and you can feel the warning that you're going to pop start to trickle up your spine.

"Asa," you mumble into the crook of her neck, hands under her perfect ass, "I can't hold it, if you keep -"

"It would be so fucked up if you cum inside me," she says, breathless and riding the last waves of her climax, her grin pressing into your collarbone. She nips you with her teeth, grinding down a little harder. "Totally would."

"Asa," you warn.

"Not saying you should, but..." She pulls away, her hands on your jaw, and gazes deep into your eyes. "You're going to feel so fucking good when you're finishing in me."

"I shouldn't."

"You shouldn't," she says, sitting upright again. "But..." She lifts and then she turns, throwing her leg over your body and you get the perfect, pretty view of your cock burying deep inside her from behind. Holy fucking shit - her little heart-shaped ass hits your stomach as she takes you again, watching you the whole time over her shoulder, like she wants to see you fall apart.

"I hate you," you grunt, letting your hips snap up into her. She takes it, again and again.

"You say the sweetest things." She meets you in the middle, and she looks back at your face again, those eyes - it's like she's looking straight into your soul, licking her lips. "Cum in my pussy, c'mon, I know you want to. It's okay."

"No -" But your cock is inside her, hitting her in exactly the right spot to make her mewl. She's fucking gorgeous, and her words are going to be the end of you. She's grabbing her ass, pulling the cheeks apart for you and showing you just how well she takes you. And you can't, you really cannot. "Asa." you warn her, not that it seems to do any good.

"Mhm?" She smiles, innocent and sweet, and you know right then and there that you're already done for.

She can probably feel you swelling inside her, twitching, getting harder, bigger. She doesn't stop riding. "You're gonna cum for me, aren't you?" You’re still not sure if it’s a warning or a dare, but then she seems to make the intention all the more concrete. "I can feel it. You're going to make the biggest mess inside me. Bet if I asked nice enough, I could probably have you do it every night."

"Asa -" It’s all in fucking vain.

"It would be so good," she purrs, leaning back, forcing your cock to the absolute base inside her - you feel the head of it hit home deep, and it's too much for you.

The sound that leaves your lips is probably closer to a death rattle, and it sets Asa right off again. She starts laughing in delight, and the shift of her body makes you jerk up into her - fuck, you've lost the fight. Lost it with her last teasing taunt. Maybe a long time before that. White-hot pleasure shoots up your spine, and you're spilling into the warm, clenching embrace of her cunt - just as requested.

"Oh fuck -" She moans and rolls her hips. "That's so much, holy shit. I can feel it, all warm."

Your fingers dig hard into her waist, trying to hold her there while you fuck up into her and flood her full.

"God, that's so fucking hot. You couldn't even stop yourself - didn't even want to - fuck, look at you."

You have just enough sense of self to slide your eyes up to hers and - damn her, really - to see her watching you with the most satisfied grin, knowing full well she's responsible for your undoing. And hell if she isn't making the best damn view out of it, because she lifts and she leans and she shows that pussy to you. Leaking, dripping, a perfect white mess in between her legs. She plays with it, making a mess of herself.

"I have a New Year's resolution, you know?" she says, almost off-handed. You stare up at her in a daze, your brain spinning, struggling to make sense of anything, when she pushes your cum up with her fingers - playing in it. "Want to do this, like, a lot."

"Most resolutions never make it past January," you warn.

"And it's still beside the point," Sooin insisted. "We're not doing that."

How it started isn't terribly relevant, but it's important if you want to understand how this all works. Sooin had actually levied the idea in passing, and that alone is a mistake when Anna is around. She was one of those friends who latches onto every idea and tries to turn it into an event. "So you're saying you don't want a threesome?"

"No, what I said was that if we did it, then it would be awkward with someone we don't know," Sooin continued to explain, this time with her fingers rubbing on her forehead. "I don't want to fuck a stranger."

"So, you do want a threesome?"

"No, I just said—"

"I mean, think about it," Anna interrupted, as she made her way across the room to sit with you. "You don't know any other girl willing to do it." She leaned on you as she said it, and you realised you hadn't been much help in the discussion.

"No, I know," Sooin admitted, and it almost seemed like she wanted to convince herself it was a bad idea. "I just think it's weird."

"Why?"

"Well, it's... you." Sooin's eyes glanced between the two of you, as if she was trying to say it without actually saying it.

"What about me?" Anna asked, pretending to be insulted. She rubbed her hand on your forearm - her fingers are light, soft, delicate - like feathers.

"Anna, I just don't think... - Can you stop touching my boyfriend?" Sooin eventually snapped, and you couldn't blame her, given the way Anna was looking at you.

"No," Anna replied, a smirk taking hold of her face.

Sooin held a cold stare at her.

You had to admit, it felt good. Anna was a pretty girl, with an inviting smile and the type of body that always drew eyes. Your relationship with her had been platonic for years; she had grown up with Sooin, and they had been friends for as long as you could remember. Yet, there was always something there. It was intangible and vague. You never truly explored it, but you always felt like Anna had a soft spot for you. You, in turn, had a soft spot for her - which, you assumed, is why you were still sitting there quietly, watching the mental battle unfold.

"Okay, okay. Fine." Anna removed her hand from your arm and her ass from the arm of your chair. She stood up and leaned back against the desk. "Sooin, you're overthinking this. Just because we're close doesn't mean it can't happen." There was something sly about the way she said it. "I'm not going to start hitting on you every day, or anything weird like that. And," her eyes met yours, "the same goes for you, too."

"Can we stop talking about it?" Sooin asked as she fell back into your shared bed. "It's not happening."

***

Of course, it happened, otherwise that day would have faded to obscurity instead of being the start of something that is beyond simple description.

It's the reason you were now watching Anna in a bathrobe, her hair wet from the shower, as she took a seat at the small dining table. Her robe opened just a crack to reveal the full curve of her breast as she sat down. You cleared your throat to signal her to adjust, and her lips curved to a playful smile. "What?"

"Your robe."

She makes a slow blink, and when her eyes reopen, she's looking down at her chest. "Oh, sorry," she says, with a completely emotionless tone. She leaves it just as it is. "Is there any coffee left?

It's not the first time Anna has done this to you. You stare at her, and her stare is locked right back at you. A quiet moment passes between you. You are thinking about what you could say, and you're also thinking about how her skin looked under that damn robe.

"You know there is, you made sure they restocked it yesterday." You glance briefly at the machine on the dresser, a stack of capsules next to it. "Are you asking me to make it for you?"

"I would never ask you to do that." Her face doesn't change, and you find it slightly unnerving. "I'm perfectly capable of doing things myself."

Again, another silence, a stare down. You are actually enjoying this game far too much, and Anna is too. You sigh, "Fine." You get up from the chair and move over to the coffee machine. "How do you want it?"

"I'm flexible."

You know that all too well.

You hit the button for an americano, and then there's a whir, followed by a quiet hiss. Anna is right behind you, and there's that distinct click of her nails hitting the screen as she scrolls through reels on her phone. "So, you've been up a while?"

You turn back to face her. "Not too long. I assume I missed Sooin?"

"Mhm. Have you eaten?"

"No. I said I just woke -"

"Maybe we should go out for some breakfast. There's a place just around the corner," she says, still scrolling. Black liquid pours into the mug on the tray, slowly filling it up.

Anna can be thoughtful. It isn't her usual character, but it happens often enough, especially when she wants something. It's hard to tell if this is the case right now. "Sure."

Her finger stops scrolling. "Really?"

You turn and approach the table, and you take the only other seat, directly across from her. You place the mug just between the two of you. "Sure. Why not?"

"I mean, are you sure?"

"Anna, it's just breakfast. What's with the twenty questions?"

"It's just a bit weird to be going out with you, just the two of us." She puts down her phone. "I just want to make sure you're comfortable."

"Anna, I can see your tits. I think breakfast together is fine."

She chuckles to herself, and she reaches over for the cup. "Oh, I am so sorry. You should probably know I'm not wearing any panties either."

"Do they do brunch?" you ask.

***

Folded in half is now basically a default state for Anna. There's something about her body that just makes her so... malleable. There's probably a better way to put that, a more poetic description of the sort of filthy positions you've found her in. But in your head, that's what it always comes back to. Her body, folded in half, legs all the way up, knees to the sides of her head, her cunt spread open.

She just came all over your cock, and she's a mess. There's a glazed look in her eyes, and she's panting like she ran a marathon. Her body is covered in a thin layer of sweat. "Give me a second," she says, waving her hand in your general direction. "I need to... I need a minute."

You have to admit you're not in much better shape. Your cock aches; it's still buried inside her, and you just want to fuck her some more. You had barely started, but she came quickly; she always does. You wait a little longer, staring down at her. The things you would like to do to her right now... You can feel your cock throb, and a moan escapes her lips. "I said wait," she half pleads, half demands.

You pull out just a little, putting a hand on the underside of her thigh. You're curious just how much you can move her legs, and it turns out it's a lot. She leans her head back and closes her eyes. The heat of her is incredible, and as you slide back in, she lets out a drawn-out, slow moan. "You're going to ruin me," she tells you, a hint of desperation in her voice.

"That’s the point." You start thrusting slowly, deliberately.

She's so damn tight. It always feels like the first time with Anna. It doesn't matter how many times you fuck her; she has a way of squeezing you that just drives you mad. Your thrusts become a little more intense, and you can feel her whole, folded body shifting against you. Her breathing is heavy, and you can hear the little gasps, the tiny moans she tries to hold back. "I'm serious," she says. "I can't keep doing this."

That's a lie, you both know it is. She loves this. She loves it when you just use her to get off, and then she loves it even more when you finish deep inside her.

"Quiet now," you tell her, moving her legs further, pressing them down against her chest. You start to pick up the pace, and you lean over her body. You can see her eyes widen, and she tries to pull you down for a kiss, but you just keep pounding her, the angle perfect for both of you.

"Quiet? When you're fucking me like this?" she protests, and then she lets out a yelp, and you know you've hit the right spot. Her eyes roll back a bit. "Ah, fuck. Okay. Okay. I get it." A few heavy breaths and then she moans out, "You want me to take it. That's what you want."

You fuck her harder, your hand moves between her knees, reaching for her throat. Her eyes close, her lips part slightly, and you feel a shudder run through her. You squeeze just enough to cut off her air for a moment; her eyes open, they're glazed over, and she's just looking up at you. She nods slightly, and you tighten your grip just a little more. Her body tenses up, and you know she's close again.

Her breathing becomes more ragged, her legs start to tremble, and her eyes are locked on you. You can feel her cunt tightening around you, and then you release your grip. She gasps for air, her body shuddering as she cums, hard.

She can always keep doing this.

***

It was a week after the first mention of it, and well, Anna was being Anna. She insisted on sitting in the middle. "I just feel safe having the two of you on either side," she had reasoned, and Sooin didn't argue.

"If it makes you comfortable," was all Sooin had said.

That started a weird chain of events. The movie was secondary to Anna's antics. About halfway through the movie, right after some scene of violence, her hand reached over to grasp yours. "I'm scared," she whispered, all feigned innocence.

You looked at Sooin, who seemed far too invested in the movie to be bothered, so you just let Anna hold your hand. Her touch was soft, comforting, and her thumb was brushing the back of your hand. It was innocent enough. Then, when there was a lull in the action, she rested her head on your shoulder. "You make me feel safe," she whispered again.

You just cleared your throat and tried to focus back on the theatre screen, but you could feel her fingers tracing patterns on your hand, and her breath was warm on your neck.

Just ten minutes later, she was up against Sooin, who was now being the comforter. The movie was almost over, and you had a feeling that the post-movie chat was going to revolve around Anna's behaviour.

You were right, of course, and Sooin was the one who brought it up. "You were a bit touchy, weren't you?" Sooin asked as the three of you walked back to the car.

"What?" Anna asked. "I was scared. It was a scary movie."

"It was not scary."

Anna turned to you. "Weren't you scared?"

"Not even slightly." Your answer earned a glare from her, but she quickly recovered.

"I was," she said with a shrug, and then she looked back at Sooin. "But it’s okay because I know you two will protect me."

"Well, maybe you should stop holding my boyfriend's hand then, or I will -"

"Sooin...," Anna started, with that little whine that says she's about to act all cute and apologetic. "I didn't mean anything by it. You know I'm an affectionate person."

"Sure," Sooin answered, unimpressed.

Anna threw a look your way. "It's not a big deal, right?"

"It's fine." 

Anna smiled. You could feel her relief. "See? It's fine. I was just being a scaredy-cat." She reached for Sooin's hand and squeezed it. "So, are you two going to go home and get a little freaky now?"

"Anna. Don't."

"What? I'm just saying, after a movie like that, I want to release some tension."

"God. Why are you like this?"

"I'm just being honest," Anna shot back.

"Well, keep some of that honesty to yourself."

***

It wasn't exactly freaky, but the implication still carried some weight, because you did go home, and Sooin was quickly on her knees. She was being very enthusiastic, her tongue working you over with desire, her hands gripping your hips. She looked up at you with those big eyes, and she let out a little moan as she took you deeper. 

"Perfect," you groaned, and she just hummed in response, her hand wrapping around the base of your cock.

You thread your fingers into her hair, just above her ear. There's a nice rhythm to it all. Sooin is always so good at this, and she knows exactly how to get you close without pushing you over the edge. It was she who asked about Anna, though, right in the middle of it. "She was being a bit much, wasn't she?" she said, pulling back for just a second.

"Yeah, maybe a little." You watched as she leaned forward, her tongue making a slow circle around the head of your cock, then she looked up at you.

"Think she was trying to make me jealous?"

"Probably," you said, and it came out a bit strained. Sooin had a way of making you lose your focus. She always looks so damn good when she's down there. "But you don't need to be."

"I'm not. I know you love me." And just like that, she took you back in her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. Her hand moved with her mouth, her eyes never leaving yours.

"Fuck. I do. I really do." She went down further, and you felt the back of her throat. You could see her eyes watering, but she didn't stop. She pushed herself deeper, gagging slightly, and then she pulled back, gasping for air. "Are you trying to kill me?" you groaned.

She giggled. "Maybe," she said with a smirk. "Question. Do you think she would be good at this?"

You stared at her, not sure if you should answer. It felt like a trap. "I don't know."

"She has good lips. I bet she would be good." She leaned in and licked the underside of your cock, from the base to the tip. "But I don't think she would put in the effort."

You interjected. "Pillow princess?" It was a joke, mostly.

"I don't think she's selfish, but she definitely likes being pampered." Her hand wrapped around you, stroking you slowly. "I'm more into making you feel good." She looked up at you, a wicked glint in her eyes.

"And you do."

She smiled and took you back into her mouth, her head bobbing at a steady pace. You could feel the pressure building, your breathing getting heavier. She knew it too, and she sped up, her hand moving in tandem with her mouth. The fingers you so carefully threaded into her hair begin to clasp a little tighter. You whispered a warning to her, but she didn't stop; she just kept going, taking you deeper, her throat clenching around you.

You came hard, your hips thrusting forward as you shot your load down her throat. She didn't flinch, just swallowed it all, her eyes closed, and she kept sucking until you were completely spent. She finally pulled back, her lips swollen, and she smiled up at you. "You taste good," she said, licking her lips.

You could barely stand, you felt light-headed, and she just giggled and kissed your stomach. "You okay there?"

"Yeah," you said hoarsely. "Just... wow."

She patted the bed. "Come here, lie down. I want to cuddle."

You took a position behind her, curled in the satin sheets, her back pressed against your chest. You wrapped your arm around her waist, and she rested into you. It was always nice to have Sooin in your arms. She fit perfectly. You held her like that for a while, your breathing finally slowing down, and your heart returning to normal. You were content, happy, and then she spoke up again.

"She's never been with a guy. Doesn't that make it weirder?"

"Hmm?" You mumbled.

"Anna. She's never dated a guy, at least, not seriously. So it's a bit weird that she would want to... You know."

You shifted slightly, adjusting your arm, your hand moving up to cup her breast. "Maybe that makes it less weird? Girl is clearly pent up. She just wants someone she trusts." The words were a bit clunky coming out, but you thought you sounded fairly reasonable.

You could feel Sooin's breath hitch as your hand moved under her shirt, your fingers brushing against her nipple. "That makes sense, I guess. It's still weird to think about. I can't imagine my first time being with two people, one was overwhelming enough."

"I mean, your first time with me was pretty good, right?" You teased her nipple gently, feeling it harden under your touch. You pressed a kiss to her neck, just behind her ear.

"Mmm," she hummed, leaning into your touch. "It was, but you were gentle. I can't see you being gentle with her."

"What's that supposed to mean? I'm always gentle."

She giggled, "You're gentle with me because I ask you to be. But with her..." Her voice trailed off, and she turned her head slightly to look at you. "I think you'd be rough. Would you?"

"Haven't given it any thought."

Sooin sighed. "Right." She shifted a little, her ass against your crotch doing things to your brain. "I see her in practice. Flexible. Maybe I'm not better than a man because I can only think about the positions she could be twisted into."

"Sooin," you feigned a little shock. "Is that what goes on in your head?"

Her skin was warm under your hand, and you felt her body respond to your touch. You squeezed her breast a bit more firmly, your thumb brushing over her nipple. She let out a soft moan. "Sometimes. I mean, you've seen her at the gym. Her body... It's made for that kind of thing."

You were more focused on Sooin's body. Your lips were on her neck, kissing her, nipping at her skin. You could feel her heart beating a little faster. Your hand moved down, sliding under the waistband of her panties, and your fingers found her already wet. "You're enjoying this conversation too much," you whispered in her ear.

She gasped as your fingers pressed against her clit. "Maybe a little," she admitted. "But it's not just that. It's the thought of you two together. I can't help but imagine it."

"Imagine what? Me fucking her while you watch?" You moved your fingers in slow circles, feeling her hips start to move.

"Do you have to say it so... directly?" Her tone was shaky.

You kissed her neck again, and then you pushed a finger inside her. She was so damn wet. "Do you want to watch?"

Her breath hitched. "I don't know. Maybe."

Your finger slid in and out, a little faster now. You added a second one, and her back arched against you. You felt her hand move down, covering yours, pushing your fingers deeper. You recall the initial elimination of Anna as a candidate for your little experiment. "We talked about this, remember? She's too close to us. It's too weird."

"I know, but it's hot to think about," Sooin gasped. "Just... keep doing that."

You obliged, curling your fingers inside her, hitting the spot you knew drove her crazy. Her moans were growing louder, and her legs were starting to tremble. "Tell me what you're thinking about."

Sooin's breath was ragged, and she tightened her grip on your hand. "I'm thinking about you," she said. "Thinking about you fucking her, making her cum. She would look so... happy." Sooin sighed softly as she always does when she's a little shy about moaning. "I like to see her happy."

That last bit made you laugh, and you bit down gently on her shoulder. Your fingers moved faster, and you could feel her getting close. "And you would like it if I made her happy?"

"Fuck," she muttered, her hips bucking against your hand. "I hate how pretty she is. She makes everything look so effortless. It's infuriating." She took in a deep breath and held it, her whole body tensing up. "I'd like to see you break that calm exterior. I'd love to see her squirm for you."

"Like you do?"

She let out a little laugh that blended into a moan. She was almost there; you could feel it. She was squeezing your fingers so tightly. "Just like I do, yes. You make it so good for me." Her words were breathy, and her eyes were closed. "Fuck, I'm going to cum."

"Thinking about Anna?" It was almost accusatory, and you couldn't hold back a smile.

"Yeah," she admitted, a little reluctantly. "Yeah, thinking about you and her, and me watching. It's so fucked up, but it's so hot." Her body tensed, and her orgasm hit her hard. She cried out and shuddered against you. You kept moving your fingers, helping her ride it out, and when she finally relaxed, she was panting. "I'm so weird."

"A little. But it's my kind of weird."

She laughed, turning to kiss you. "I love you."

"Love you too." You pulled your hand from her panties, your fingers still slick with her arousal. You wiped them on the sheets and then pulled her closer, just holding her.

***

You weren't sure how it even started, or why, but after that night, the topic of Anna didn't disappear. Every day she was around, there were more subtle hints. Her hand would find yours, her leg would press against yours, she'd catch your eye and smile. The worst part of it all was that it started to become less about making Sooin jealous and more about genuinely turning you on.

"Have you noticed?" Sooin asked one night, as the two of you lay in bed.

"Probably not what you're thinking."

"Really?" She turned to you, her eyebrow raised. "Because I think she's been pretty obvious."

"I mean, yeah, but I think it's mostly to get to you." You reached over and ran your hand down her side. "I don't think she's actually into me."

Sooin let out a skeptical laugh. "Babe. She's definitely into you."

"I mean, maybe a little," you admitted, "But it's about us, not me. It's just another form of attention seeking. It's her way of feeling wanted by both of us. It's kind of cute, in a weird way."

"She was practically sitting in your lap today." Her hand was on your chest now, drawing little patterns with her nails. "I saw how you looked at her."

"I didn't look at her in any particular way."

"You're a terrible liar." She moved closer, her leg sliding over yours. "I'm not saying it's a bad thing. I know you would never act on it. Not without me." You felt her breath on your neck, her lips just brushing against your skin. "Not without my explicit permission, right?"

"You're not going to give that, are you?"

"Hmm." Her fingers were tracing your abs now, her touch light, teasing. "Not yet. But I like knowing that she wants you."

"That's because you want her."

"Maybe." She kissed your neck, her tongue flicking out just a bit. "And I like the idea of her wanting what's mine."

You let out a low growl, your hand finding her waist and pulling her flush against you. "You're in a mood tonight."

She smirked. "Can you blame me? Watching you two flirt all day is like foreplay."

This was where the seeds were sewn: all these nights where sex was a bystander to your conversations about her best friend. Sooin loved the idea of it, and she loved teasing you about it. She'd watch Anna interact with you, and then she'd bring it up later, always with a sly grin.

"How did she feel in your lap? I know Anna's tiny, but she still has an ass. Did you notice?"

Of course, you did, but you would never admit it. Not then, anyway. "I didn't notice."

"Liar," she would say, and then slip your waistband down and start touching you. Her hand would be wrapped around your cock, stroking you as she talked about her friend's ass. 

"You like her little tits, too. I've seen you looking."

It was always like this, and you never really stood a chance. Sooin had this power over you, and she knew exactly how to use it. She would describe how Anna might look riding you, how she might sound, and she'd get off on the thought of it.

And then, when your mind is full of all these indecent images, she would bring it back to herself. "But she doesn't have this." She would sit on you and slide herself down, her words giving way to moans. "She doesn't feel like this."

The lines had well and truly been blurred.

You were in too deep, and it wasn't just Sooin who was to blame. Anna had a way of being around that made it impossible not to notice. The way she laughed, the way she walked, the way she would look at you from under her lashes. It was all too much.

Sooin worked her hips, her cunt taking you little by little, until she was flush against you. She leaned forward, her tits pressed into your chest. "Fuck. She'd never be able to take you like this." She kissed you, hard. "I bet she'd be so tight, so fucking tight. Probably wouldn't even last."

"She is pretty flexible though," you muttered against her lips, your hands gripping her ass, guiding her movements.

"Yeah, she is." Sooin's eyes were heavy-lidded with lust. "I'd love to watch you bend her in half."

"Just watch?"

She smirked and sat up again, her hands resting on your stomach. "No," she said simply, making a show of the way she rides you, her thighs flexing, her body moving beautifully. "I would want to join in. I want to feel her tongue while you fuck her."

"She'd like that, wouldn't she? Just being used."

"Ugh, don't say that." Her breaths are shorter, more laboured now. "She'd love every second of it. She loves being the centre of attention." Sooin let out a whine and ground down on you. "Just like how I'm the centre of your attention right now."

That’s not entirely accurate.

She was riding you with a passion, her hips circling and rolling, each movement hitting all the right spots. You grab her chest, groping her as she moves, and her fingers dig into your stomach.

"Your cock is so... big," she managed between gasps. "You would stretch her out so good."

"I'd rather stretch you out," you answered, pulling her down for a kiss.

She smiled into it, her pace quickening. "I know. You're so good to me." Her forehead pressed against yours, her breath warm on your lips. "I'd make her watch. I'd make her see how well you fuck me." Your hands were roaming all over her body, pulling her impossibly closer. She felt incredible, every inch of her. "She'd be so jealous."

You squeezed her ass, making her slow down. "Maybe I'd make her clean up my mess."

She moaned loudly. "Fuck. That's so hot." Her eyes were closed, her mouth hanging open. It all became very hard and purposeful, and it drove Sooin insane. You moved from her ass to her hips, completely in control of the beautiful woman above you. "I'm gonna cum," she whimpered, her thighs shaking.

You thrust up into her and could feel her wetness all over you - a warning. "No. Not yet." You grabbed her hips, holding her still, just feeling the way her body clenched around you. She let out a frustrated whine, her nails digging into your chest.

"Please. Please, I need to."

You love her like that. Begging, desperate, it's a side of her that only you get to see. It's one of the many things you adore about her.

"Ask nicely."

Her eyes snapped open, and there was that look, that perfect mix of desperation and desire. "Please," she begged between gasps. "Please, make me cum. I'll be so good for you. I'll let you do whatever you want."

You smiled, and you let go of her hips, letting her set the pace again. She was frantic, chasing her release, her movements sloppy. You could feel it building, and so could she. She leaned down, her mouth right next to your ear. "I want you to fill me up. I want her to see it dripping out of me." Her teeth grazed your earlobe.

It all got a little hectic. Heat radiated from her, and her skin grew a sheen of sweat. Every time she spoke, her voice cracked, and her body trembled. It was beautiful to witness. It wasn't long before she cried out your name, her body convulsing as she came, her cunt pulsing around you. She collapsed on top of you, breathing heavily, her body still twitching from the aftershocks.

You held her close, feeling her heart racing. You could still feel the need to cum, but you held back, wanting to enjoy the moment. You kissed her hair, her forehead, her cheeks. She looked down at you, a lazy, satisfied smile on her lips. "That was intense."

You grinned, "Just what you needed?"

"More than that." She shifted, her body pressing down on you again. "You didn't cum."

"I know. I'm okay."

"You sure?" she asked, moving her hips just a little.

You groaned. "Careful."

She giggled, and she started moving again, slow and deliberate. "I want you to cum inside me."

"And that whole 'I'm ovulating and not on the pill' thing? What about that?"

She placed a finger on your lips, shushing you. "What's life without risk?"

***

Risk. To take risks is to embrace possibilities. Possibility manifested at a cafe table on an idle Wednesday, and it looked like Sooin with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. Three light lunches and three matcha lattes were just idle bystanders to the conversation.

"So, how was practice last night?"

"It was fine, just drills and conditioning. Same old, same old." Anna took a sip of her drink, with her delicate pinky pointed out, as always."Why do you ask?"

"I always ask how practice is." Sooin was still watching, her expression unreadable.

"Yeah, but you're being weird about it." Anna had always been a bit oblivious, but she wasn't dumb. She could sense something was up.

"Weird? How was that weird?" Sooin played innocent, her eyes darting over to you for just a second.

Anna looked from Sooin to you, and then back again. Her lips tightened, and she put her cup down. "You always do this. You're being cagey. What's going on?"

"We're just enjoying a nice lunch," Sooin replied, taking a long draw from her straw.

"You can't just sit there and look all... like that, without saying anything." Anna was leaning forward now, her arms crossed on the table. "Spit it out."

You couldn't help but interject. "You do realise we see you all the time, right? It's just lunch."

Anna's eyes narrowed. "I've known you two long enough to know when something is up."

Sooin's foot brushed against yours under the table, and you glanced at her. She was giving you that look, the one that said this was your cue. You took a breath, "You want to know what's going on?"

Anna's eyes lit up, her posture straightening. "Yes. Finally."

You leaned back in your chair, trying to appear casual. "We've been talking."

"About?" She was on the edge of her seat.

"About you."

She blinked, her mouth opening and then closing. "What about me?" It's clear now how she was playing dumb, and it probably should have been at the time. Anna has spent weeks, ever since Sooin made that singular, harmless, off-the-cuff comment about one day trying a threesome, trying to insert herself into your relationship. It had been playful at first, but it got very real. You knew she was interested, Sooin knew she was interested, and yet, in this moment, she was playing coy.

"Well, we were thinking maybe you'd be interested in..." You paused, glancing at Sooin for reassurance. She nodded, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Interested in what?" she was quick to ask, with wide eyes and innocence on her face. After all she has done and said, she was going to make you work for it now. Some people are just like that, and Anna is one of them. She loves the chase, loves to be chased.

Sooin took over. "We were thinking you could join us. You know, for a night."

"Join you?" Anna repeated, her eyes darting between the two of you.

"Yeah, you know..."

"I'm not sure what you mean." She was struggling to hold back the laughter and took another drink to hide her smile. You decided to call her bluff.

"For sex," you said, flatly.

Anna nearly spat her drink out. She coughed, her eyes watering. You couldn't tell if she was acting or genuinely surprised by your bluntness.

"For rough, dirty, 'we're all going to need a shower after' sex," you added, for which you got a kick in the shin.

"Can you keep it down?" Sooin scolded you, half-heartedly.

Anna's face was a mixture of shock and delight. She recovered, setting her cup down carefully. "Are you serious? You two are joking, right?"

"We're serious." Sooin's voice was steady, her eyes on her friend. "But if you're not interested, that's fine too. We just thought..."

Anna's face became a mini panic at the idea of missing out. "No, wait. I didn't say no." She quickly looked at you, a hint of that flirty look returning. "I'm interested. Very interested."

A short-lived game of ‘will they, won't they’ came to an abrupt end. It was a weird mix of excitement and disbelief that danced around the table. Anna was trying to play it cool, but you could see the happiness radiating from her. Sooin was watching her closely, probably trying to gauge if this was a good idea or a terrible mistake. You, well, you were thinking about how the fuck this was actually happening.

"So," Anna said after a moment of silence. "When is this happening?"

Sooin blew on her drink to cool it a little. "Slow it down, Anna. We need to set some ground rules."

She rolled her eyes. "I know, I know. No feelings, no attachments, all that stuff. I can handle it." You laughed, and it earned you a look of mock offence from Anna. "I can," she insisted.

"I'm sure you can, but it's not just about you. It's about all of us." Sooin's tone was firm, but gentle, almost like a mother teaching Anna a lesson in adulthood. "We need to talk about what we're all comfortable with."

Anna nodded, though she looked a little impatient. "Okay, fine. Let's talk. I’m comfortable with anything."

Anything?

"Not here. Not in broad daylight at a cafe where anyone can hear us." Sooin looked around, as if the entire cafe was suddenly interested in your conversation. Of course, they had no notion of the sordid acts being planned out at table three.

"Tonight," you suggested. "We can all meet up at our place, have dinner, talk, and see where it goes."

Anna's eyes lit up. "Dinner and a show."

"Something like that."

She was practically bouncing in her seat, and she was the first to grab her bag. "I need to go do... things."

Sooin chuckled. "Do you even know what things you need to do?"

"Beauty regimen, exfoliating, maybe find something sexy to wear." She was already sliding her arms into her coat, her words tumbling out a little too quickly. "Oh god, I need to shave my legs." She paused, looking between you both. "What time?"

Sooin checked her phone. "Seven? Does that give you enough time to make yourself all pretty?" she teased.

Anna leaned across the table. "I'm always pretty." Sooin laughed lightly with a shake of her head. "I just need to... you know... prep."

You were sure you would find out what that meant soon enough. It was hard to believe this was actually happening. It felt like you'd been playing this game with Anna for so long, and now that it was real, you didn't know how to feel. It was going to be a very interesting night.

"Seven," Sooin affirmed.

Anna left in a hurry, leaving the two of you alone at the table. The tension was thick in the air, a mixture of excitement and nervousness. You looked at Sooin. "Are you sure about this?"

She sighed, a small smile on her lips. "I think so. It's just sex, right? Nothing more." She reached across the table, her hand finding yours. "I guess it's too late now. You saw how excited she is about a good dicking down. The poor thing."

"Yeah, she was basically floating." You intertwined your fingers with hers, enjoying the warmth of her skin. "And here I thought you'd be more jealous."

"A little." She shrugged. "But I trust you. And I trust her, to some extent." She chuckled. "Plus, it will be fun. Something new."

"Do you think she's going to back out?"

"No way. Anna is too curious, and she's had her eye on you for ages." She squeezed your hand. "I'm just glad we're doing it on our terms."

***

"I knew this was a bad idea," Sooin said immediately following a sigh and accompanying a shake of the head.

"I just don't see the point."

Sooin snapped, "Don't see the point?" Anna responded with a small recoil and a furrow of her brows. There was a purse of her lips in the mild look of offence, as if the whole suggestion was ridiculous. Sooin thrust out a hand, insisting Anna take it as a gesture of acceptance. "He's wearing a condom, that's final."

"That's ridiculous."

This whole argument was happening right over your erect, exposed cock. Sooin sat to your left, Anna to your right; their postures were a mirror of each other. Legs sprawled to one side, resting on their hips, one hand at their side to keep themselves supported, and then the others had met in the middle to jointly caress your cock.

There is an observation that requires a step back to recall - it was so immediately apparent at the time. Sooin wore her casual stuff, opting for the comfort of her grey sweats and her black tank top. The juxtaposition of Anna was comical. She was in the tiniest of black dresses, her makeup was on point, and her hair was flowing in large waves. She was stunning - very clearly putting on a show - but it all felt so out of place in the simple bedroom apartment.

Sooin made the joke almost immediately, commenting on how Anna was treating this more like a date rather than what it was. Though Anna retorted that she just wanted to "feel sexy", and that she was "not used to this casual thing". Either way, she gave Sooin a silent compliment by making herself up, because without a doubt, it was to make herself feel like she was on the same level as your girlfriend.

In the end, Anna accepted her fate, even if she was a little dejected. "Fine," she mumbled, and grabbed the condom from Sooin's grasp just to drop it on the bed by her side.

Sooin's hand, freed by Anna's acceptance, went straight back to your cock. "Shall we continue then?" There was a little bit of sass in her voice. She gripped your shaft gently, her fingers soft and warm, and you felt a sense of relief knowing that the whole condom argument was over.

Anna's hands remained where they were - one on her side, the other in your lap, grazing your thigh. She watched as your girlfriend pumped your cock with lazy strokes. There was a moment of refocusing for her, but soon she was caressing Sooin's cheek with one finger, right up to her ear. She hooked her finger behind it, her nails dragged along the skin as she pulled her face in for a kiss.

They looked great together, the two of them. Their lips met with a tenderness that didn't match the intensity of the situation, but it was intoxicating to watch. It wasn't a slow, gentle kiss, but it was deliberate and teasing. Anna's tongue slipped into Sooin's mouth, and Sooin responded eagerly.

Your cock pulsed in Sooin's grip, and you watched, entranced. You could hear the wet sounds of their kiss, see the way their bodies were slowly gravitating closer to each other. Anna's hand moved from Sooin's cheek down to her shoulder, then down further, brushing over her breast. Your girlfriend pulled back slightly, her breath coming in short gasps, and her hand tightened around your cock.

"Fuck," you whispered, completely unable to tear your gaze from them.

Anna's eyes flicked over to you, a smirk playing on her lips as she continued to explore Sooin's body. Her hand slipped under the tank top, and you could see it moving, the fabric bulging slightly as she worked her way up your girlfriend's stomach. Sooin let out a soft moan, her hand faltering on your cock for just a second.

"She likes that," you said, feeling a bit like a commentator to the greatest show on earth.

"I can tell," Anna replied, low and seductive. She leaned in again, capturing Sooin's lips in another kiss. This time, it was more heated, more passionate; her hand finally cupping Sooin's breast under the top, her thumb brushing over the nipple.

Sooin gasped against her lips. The hand on your cock got a little tighter and faster, her strokes becoming more purposeful. You could feel the pre-cum leaking out, her thumb smearing it over the tip.

Sooin ended the kiss with her teasing, "This is why I dressed comfortably, so I can do this so easily." She let go of your cock, putting both her hands at the hem of her little black top and lifting it over her head. Her body was a familiar sight for you, beautiful and enticing. Her breasts were perky, her nipples hard, as she tossed the shirt aside.

Anna's eyes roamed over your girlfriend's body, a look of pure desire on her face. "God, you're gorgeous." She leaned in, pressing her lips against Sooin's neck, kissing a trail down to her collarbone. She took a nipple into her mouth, her tongue swirling around it. You watched, your cock throbbing, as Anna leaned over you to lavish your girlfriend.

You reached out, your hand going to Anna's back, feeling the curve of her spine through the thin material of her dress. She didn't react at first, but as you slid your hand down to her ass, she let out a little moan against Sooin's skin. Her body was warm and soft under your touch, and you gave her a light squeeze.

Sooin was watching you, her gaze riddled with lust. She gave an approving nod. She bit her lip, then reached out to grab Anna's chin, pulling her face up for another deep kiss. The sight of their tongues dancing together, their bodies pressed close over you, was almost too much to handle. Your hand slipped under Anna's dress, finding the complex lace number she had worn underneath. Her ass felt amazing, the firm flesh yielding under your grip.

The girls broke their kiss, both of them breathing heavily. Anna looked at you, her eyes dark with desire. She said, "That feels so... good. Please, more." She arched her back, pushing her ass further into your hand.

You obliged, your fingers digging in, pulling her cheeks apart slightly. You could feel the heat radiating from between her legs. She was already wet, and that made you groan.

"Someone's excited," you commented from your reclined position, your eyes locked with hers.

"I think we all are," she retorted, her hand moving back to your cock. She gave it a firm stroke, mirroring what Sooin was doing on the other side.

Sooin smiled and then began to move. She stood and took a few graceful steps around the bed before climbing behind Anna. Her hands went straight to the thin straps of her dress and began pushing them off her shoulders. The fabric was a barrier to her, now removed. Her lips found the nape of Anna's neck, leaving a trail of kisses that led over her shoulder. You couldn't make out the whispered instruction into Anna's ear, but it all became apparent.

Sooin knelt behind Anna, pulling slightly at her hip to reposition her, which had you retracting your hand from her ass. Soon Anna was kneeling and being guided down to a position that put her mouth right over your cock. She turned her head to look you in the eye, her lips so close to your tip.

"If this were porn, I'd be making you beg," she said with a smirk.

Sooin scoffed behind her, "This isn't a porno, Anna, you're in the real thing now. Just get his cock in your mouth." She pressed the back of Anna's head down. "No teasing."

Anna laughed softly before she took you into her mouth, her lips wrapping around your head. You gasped, a shiver running through your body. It felt incredible. Her mouth was hot and wet, her tongue swirling around you as she took more of your cock into her mouth.

"Fuck," you breathed out, your hands gripping the sheets. You watched her head bob up and down, her hair falling over her face. Then Sooin's hands were in Anna's hair, pulling it back. She held it in a makeshift ponytail, giving you the most perfect profile shot of Anna's pretty lips stretched around your cock.

"So sexy," Sooin mused, watching Anna work. "You look so good like that."

Anna moaned around you, her eyes fluttering closed. She was amazing - a little sloppy, but she was inexperienced in this. It was clear she wanted to impress, though. Her hand moved to the base of your shaft, stroking what her mouth couldn't reach. The combination of her hand and mouth was driving you wild.

You looked up at Sooin, whose eyes were locked on the sight. She was biting her lip, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her free hand moved between her legs, rubbing herself through her sweatpants.

The room was filled with the wet sounds of Anna's blowjob, her soft moans, and Sooin's heavy breathing. It was the most erotic thing you'd ever experienced. You reached out, your hand finding Sooin's. She took it, intertwining her fingers with yours as she continued to watch. You squeezed her hand, a silent acknowledgement of how incredible this was.

Anna pulled off your cock with a pop, her lips glistening. She looked up at Sooin with a shy smile. "Am I doing okay?"

Sooin laughed softly, her thumb stroking the back of your hand. "You're doing great." Sooin leaned in, and Anna turned her head back to meet her in a kiss. You could see their tongues working together, sharing your taste. It was dirty, hot, and it made your cock twitch.

When they broke apart, Sooin gave Anna a little push. "Let's get you out of this dress, okay?"

There was a small, wordless nod as she let Sooin move her into a straddle of your thighs. It was an odd angle, as your cock was still poised upright and resting against the fabric of her dress right below her stomach. Sooin moved behind her, taking far too much time in sliding the zipper on Anna's dress down.

Sooin disappeared behind Anna, placing a series of kisses over her shoulders and down her back. Anna's head rolled back, the moan coming out was quiet but filled with happiness. As Sooin pulled the dress lower, exposing her back, she murmured into her skin, "You have perfect skin." It was a genuine compliment, which Anna loved, giggling at the soft brush of lips.

"So soft," Sooin went on, pressing kisses down to the centre of her back. "I just want to touch you."

"Please," Anna muttered, her hands limp at her side. The dress begins to slip away. More of her chest became exposed as the small swell of her breasts appeared from the thin fabric. You could see she was wearing that black lingerie of hers, the one you had felt underneath. It cradled her cute little tits perfectly, and she looked delicious. Her body was tight and taut, her skin smooth and creamy. Your hands were itching to touch her.

Sooin let the dress fall further, exposing Anna's toned stomach and the tiny waist. She placed her hands on Anna's hips, her lips continuing to trail kisses over her skin. Anna shivered, her eyes meeting yours. "Touch her," Sooin whispered against her skin.

You didn't need to be told twice. Your hands moved to her narrow waist, which you could almost completely encircle with your fingers. Anna leaned into your touch, her breath hitching as you ran your hands up her sides, your thumbs brushing the underside of her breasts.

"You're so fucking hot,” you told her.

Anna smiled, a little shyly, her cheeks flushing. She closed her eyes, soaking in the attention. Your hands moved to her chest, cupping her breasts through the lace of her bra. They were small, but they felt perfect in your hands, the fabric rough against her soft skin. You squeezed gently, your thumbs finding her nipples, teasing them through the lace.

Anna gasped, her body arching into your touch. Sooin's hands were on Anna's hips again, and Anna's dress pooled at her waist. The contrast of skin against the black lingerie was hot. You could see the goosebumps on Anna's skin, the way her chest rose and fell with her laboured breathing. It made you want her even more.

Sooin moved against her back, her bare chest against Anna's almost-bare back. She reached around, cupping her hands over yours, and together you caressed Anna's breasts. Your girlfriend's chin rested on Anna's shoulder, and her lips were close to her ear. "Do you like this? Do you like how he touches you?"

"Yes," Anna breathed out shakily. "It feels so good."

"You've wanted this for so long, haven't you?" Sooin's tone was so seductive. "You've been thinking about this, about us, about him."

Anna could only manage another, "Yes."

"Tell him what you've been thinking about." Sooin's hands were guiding yours, squeezing and kneading Anna's breasts.

Anna's eyes opened, and she looked right at you. "I've thought about this, about your hands on me, your mouth, your..." She trailed off, her cheeks flushing deeper.

"My cock?" you offered, your hands slipped from beneath Sooin's, leaving her to work alone on her chest. You traced a path down Anna's stomach, fingertips dancing over her skin.

She nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. "Yeah. I've thought about you fucking me. It made me so wet just thinking about it."

"Naughty," you commented, your hand reaching where her dress bunched, just as her hips flared out. You pulled her closer, shifting her so she now sat right on your cock. It disappeared beneath the heap of fabric. Her wetness had soaked her underwear, and you felt it warm against your shaft. "And right now? What are you thinking about?"

"About you," she started, "and me." A beat, then, "And her. I want you both so badly."

"Good," Sooin chimed in, her hands still busy on Anna's chest. Her lips were on Anna's neck again. "You're going to get what you want."

You started to guide her into a soft grind on your cock. Anna was rocking in your lap, and you were able to feel just how hot and wet she was. You moved your hands to her thighs, lifting her slightly to adjust your angle. The pressure of her soaked panties on your bare skin was intense. "Fuck, you feel amazing," you strained.

She didn't respond, just moaned and closed her eyes, her body moving with yours. Sooin's hands moved to Anna's hair again, pulling it back, exposing her neck further. "Open your eyes, look at him," she instructed, giving a little tug on her hair. "Watch him while you hump his cock."

Anna did as she was told, her eyes opening to lock onto yours. The connection was electric, her gaze filled with lust and need. You could see the moment she felt you throb under her, the way her mouth fell open, a soft gasp escaping. It was a sight that would be burned into your memory forever.

The heat of Anna was not an exaggeration - she was practically glowing with sweat and that lustful flush. It was a pretty picture, and it was a realisation. All those images that Sooin put into your mind with her words and fantasies, those are nothing compared to the real thing. You've got two very sexy women on you, and your girlfriend is about as into this as you are, maybe more. 

It's perfect, and it's about to get better.

Your eyes went to Sooin over Anna's shoulder. She smiled, her eyes shining. Her hands left Anna's hair and moved down her back, tracing the lace of her bra strap, her fingers dipping under the fabric to graze her skin. She bent her head, pressing her lips against Anna's shoulder blade, giving her the lightest of bites. Anna gasped, her hips stuttering.

"It's cute that you got all dressed up for us," Sooin said, her hands moving to the clasp of Anna's bra. "But I think we need to get this off."

Anna's face was a picture of anticipation. She lifted her arms, letting Sooin undo the bra with ease. It fell away, revealing her small, perky breasts, her nipples hard and pink. You could feel your mouth water at the sight. You always figured she'd have pretty breasts, and she did not disappoint.

"Oh wow," Sooin said in a little gasp, her hands immediately moving to cup them. "These are perfect."

Anna blushed, her eyes still on you as she continued to grind her hips against your cock. You wanted nothing more than to take one of those nipples into your mouth. As if reading your mind, Sooin whispered into Anna's ear, "Lean forward, let him taste you."

Anna didn't hesitate; she bent her upper body forward, bringing her chest closer to your face. You wasted no time, your mouth wrapping around one of her nipples, your tongue flicking over it. You sucked gently, drawing it in, and Anna cried out, her hands going to your shoulders for support. Her movements on your lap became more frantic, the pressure of her pussy on your cock increasing.

Sooin was still behind her, her hands roaming over Anna's body, her lips kissing and nipping at her shoulders. The three of you were in sync, moving together. You switched to Anna's other nipple, giving it the same treatment, eliciting more gasps and moans from her.

"You like that, don't you?" Sooin asked with a purr. "You like his mouth on you, his cock under you. You look so sexy like this, so fucking hot."

Anna could only nod, her breath coming out in short pants. She was overwhelmed, and you could see it in her eyes. It was a beautiful sight, her body trembling, her back arching, pushing her tits further into your mouth.

You released her nipple with a soft pop, looking up at her face. "You are so beautiful," you told her, your hands moving to her hips again, guiding her movements.

She leaned in, her lips crashing against yours in a passionate kiss. It was different from kissing Sooin. Anna's kiss was hungry, desperate, her tongue immediately pushing into your mouth. You met her with the same intensity, your hands gripping her hips harder, guiding her to grind faster. It was the kind of kiss that says she needs more.

Your cock was throbbing, the fabric of her panties doing little to dull the sensation of her wetness. You couldn't bear the tease any more.

You broke the kiss, and you started to push her to the side. Sooin was quick to help. Anna was pliant, her body moving as you manoeuvred her onto her back beside you. You sat up, kneeling over her, watching her chest rise and fall rapidly. Sooin clambered to your side, clinging to you and looking down at the horny, quivering mess on the bed.

Anna lay there, propped up slightly by her elbows, her eyes darting between the two of you. You reached out, your hands finding the bunched dress, tugging it down and off her long legs, discarding it to the floor. You finally saw the apex of those long legs, and that pretty, damp black thong that clung to her shape. She looked delicious, a perfect little treat.

You left her there, kissing Sooin instead. You took your girlfriend in your arms, her naked breasts pressing against your chest. She responded eagerly, her tongue meeting yours, her hands roaming over your back. Your kiss became heated, and you found your hand slipping between you both, grazing down her stomach to the band of her sweats. Your fingers dipped below it, finding the top of her underwear. She was as wet as Anna, if not more so, her arousal coating your fingers instantly. She moaned into your mouth, her hips rocking into your touch.

You broke the kiss, a playful smile on your lips. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

Sooin giggled, her hands going to the waistband of her sweats, pushing them down, taking her underwear with them. "I am," she admitted, kicking the clothes away. "I love seeing you with her, seeing how much she wants you." Her hand wrapped around your cock again, giving it a firm squeeze. "And I can't wait to see you inside her."

You groaned, her words sending a jolt of lust through you. Your hand left her wetness, moving to the back of her neck, pulling her in for another kiss. It was short, a quick press of lips, before you moved away, turning your attention back to Anna, who was watching you both with wide, lust-filled eyes.

Her legs are spread ever so slightly, and you can see the dark spot on her panties. You looked at her face, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen from your kiss. You moved between her legs, your hands on her thighs, pushing them further apart. She looked up at you, a mix of anticipation and nervousness in her eyes. She gave a small nod, her silent consent to go further.

You placed your palm against her core, your fingers pressing against the soaked fabric. She let out a shuddering breath, her hips lifting slightly, seeking more pressure. You rubbed her through her panties, feeling her heat, the material becoming even wetter under your touch. "So fucking wet," you murmured, your eyes locked on her face, watching her reactions.

"Only for you," she replied breathlessly, her hands gripping the sheets. "I've been this way for so long, just thinking about this moment."

Sooin moved up behind you, her hands on your shoulders, her breath warm on your neck. "Pull them to the side, you're so good with your fingers."

You grinned, doing just as she said, your fingers hooking the side of Anna's panties, pulling them aside to reveal her glistening pussy. She was bare, her folds smooth and pink, her clit already swollen with need. The sight of it made your mouth water. You wasted no time, your fingers sliding through her wetness, finding her entrance. She was tight, so fucking tight, and the thought of your cock being in there, stretching her, had you throbbing.

You pushed a finger inside her, and her cry was sharp, her back arching off the bed. "Oh my god," she gasped, her hands scrambling to find your arm, holding on tight. "That feels so fucking good."

Sooin's hands were on your chest now, her body pressed against your back. "Is she tight?" she asked.

"Very," you answered, your eyes still on Anna. You started to move your finger in and out of her, feeling her walls clenching around you. She was so responsive, her body writhing, her cries of pleasure music to your ears.

"Another," Sooin suggested, her lips brushing your ear. "I want to see her take more."

You obliged, adding a second finger, stretching her further. Anna's eyes rolled back, a long, drawn-out moan leaving her lips. "Yes, yes, fuck, more," she chanted, her hips moving to meet your thrusts.

You curled your fingers inside her, searching for that special spot, and when you found it, she choked on a sob, her body trembling violently. You rubbed against it relentlessly, your thumb finding her clit, circling it in time with your fingers. "That's it, let go for me," you urged her, watching as she teetered on the edge.

Anna's head was thrashing side to side, her hair a mess around her, her chest heaving. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, I'm going to—" Her words cut off into a choked scream as she came, her pussy clamping down on your fingers, her body convulsing under you. You continued to fuck her with your fingers, drawing out her orgasm, until she collapsed back on the bed, a panting, whimpering mess.

You pulled your fingers out, coated in her arousal. Sooin immediately grabbed your wrist, bringing your fingers to her mouth. She licked them clean, her eyes fluttering shut as she tasted Anna on your skin. "Fuck, she tastes amazing," she commented, before pulling you in for a deep kiss.

You could taste Anna on her tongue, and the thought of it, of the three of you sharing this, had you groaning into the kiss. Sooin pulled back, her eyes glazed with lust. There was a moment of understanding between the two of you. Words unsaid but communicated nonetheless. A mutual appreciation, for each other, for Anna, for this moment, and the decision to make it happen.

"That was so easy, Anna," you quipped.

Anna just laughed breathlessly, her eyes still closed, a satisfied smile on her lips. "I don't care," she hummed lazily. "That was amazing."

"It's because she doesn't do this stuff," Sooin offered. "Her poor pussy isn't used to this kind of attention."

Anna opened her eyes, a haze to them. "I have done it before. It's not a totally foreign concept to me."

"By yourself," Sooin teased, her hand moving back to your cock, stroking it slowly. "That's not the same thing. This is different."

Anna propped herself up on her elbows again, her eyes following the movement of Sooin's hand on your cock. "It is," she agreed. "And I want more of it."

Sooin smirked. "I thought you might say that. Now where did you... Oh." She picked up the condom she had handed to Anna earlier, and it earned a sigh from the girl on her back.

Anna just watched as your girlfriend rolled the condom onto you. There was a sense of eagerness on her face, but also a bit of a pout as if the barrier between her and you was a crime against her enjoyment. You couldn't help but chuckle at her expression.

"Oh, come on. It won't be that bad," Sooin said, noticing her friend's displeasure. She moved out from behind you, letting you settle between Anna's legs. "In fact, it will be just fine." She lay down beside her best friend, her arm going under Anna's head, cradling her. "It will be worth it."

Anna relaxed slightly, her hand reaching out to brush the hair from Sooin's face. "I know," she whispered, her eyes moving back to you. "I just want to feel him." Her legs shifted, her thighs parting further, inviting you in.

You took the invitation, positioning yourself between her legs. Your cock brushed against her wet pussy, it was not a sensation you were used to feeling, the rubber being the only thing separating your flesh from hers. You pressed forward, the head of your cock catching at her entrance. Anna's breath hitched, her eyes locking with yours.

"Slowly," Sooin reminded you softly, her hand trailing down Anna's stomach, her fingers tracing patterns on her skin. "She's so small, don't hurt her."

You nodded, taking a deep breath. You pushed forward slowly, the head of your cock entering her. The tightness was incredible, her walls stretching to accommodate you. Anna's mouth opened in a silent gasp, her eyes wide.

"Fuck, you're tight," you ground out, the sensation almost overwhelming. You pulled back slightly, then pushed back in again. Just the tip in and out, teasing her, letting her get used to you. "You're doing so well," you encouraged her, your hands on her thighs, keeping them spread.

"She is, isn't she?" Sooin's hand was between you and Anna, her fingers playing with her clit. "But you're big, even I struggled a little the first time."

Anna let out a strained laugh. "I'm fine," she insisted, her hips moving, trying to take more of you. "Just... keep going."

Sooin giggled, her fingers working faster on Anna's clit. "Eager little thing, aren't you?"

You pushed in a bit more, half your cock now inside her. She felt so good, so hot and tight. The way her body was responding, the little noises she was making, it was driving you crazy. You wanted to bury yourself in her, to fuck her senseless, but you held back, taking it slow. You knew you had all night, and you wanted to make this last.

You pulled out again, then pushed in a little further, your eyes glued to where your body met Anna's. It was the sexiest thing you'd ever seen, her pussy stretching around you, her body taking you in, all while your girlfriend's hand was on her. You felt a sense of pride, of power, and it was intoxicating.

Sooin takes Anna's lips in a kiss, silencing her cries as you push further into her. Anna's hands gripped your arms just a little tighter than you held her waist. Her body was trembling, her skin flushed. Sooin's hand left her clit, moving up to her breast, squeezing and teasing her nipple. "You look so fucking hot like this, taking him in," she murmured against Anna's lips.

Anna's reply was a moan, her hips bucking against you. Two of the prettiest girls you have ever seen were just making out while you sheathed yourself in one of them. It's what a dream is made of - an incredibly horny, depraved dream.

"You're doing so well," you told her as you reached a limit inside her. You couldn't get the whole thing in; she was too small for you, but you were pretty fucking close. The feeling of her tight little body around you was mind-blowing. "God, you feel amazing."

Anna's eyes opened, and they were full of tears; her face contorted with pleasure. "More," she begged. "Please, more."

You were fucking her, much to the approval of Sooin, who had taken to verbally encouraging her. "That's it, take it, take all of him." Her hand was back on Anna's clit, rubbing her in tight circles. "He feels so good, doesn't he? So big, so deep."

"Fuck, yes, so good," Anna cried out, her body moving with yours. Her nails were digging into your skin, her legs wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer. You set a steady rhythm, your hips rocking back and forth, your cock sliding in and out of her tight channel.

Sooin put a hand on Anna's, prying it from one of your wrists and then took control of your hand. She took it away from Anna's waist and slipped it between her legs. Her pussy was dripping wet, your fingers sliding through her folds easily. She moaned into the kiss she shared with Anna, her body shuddering.

"Fuck her and fuck me," she ordered.

You didn't need to be told twice. Your fingers found her entrance, pushing inside her with ease. She was so wet, so warm, and her walls immediately clamped down on your fingers. You matched the rhythm of your cock in Anna with your fingers in Sooin. They exchanged breathy moans, their bodies moving, one to meet your thrusts, the other to meet your hand.

"So fucking hot," you grunted, your body working hard, sweat dripping down your back. The dual sensation, fucking one while fingering the other, was mind-blowing. You couldn't believe this was happening, that you had these two gorgeous women at your mercy, that they wanted this as much as you did.

Anna came first, her body arching off the bed, of course, a writhing mess as she did. Her pussy clenched around your cock like a vice, and she went back into that breathless scream that strained her throat. Her hands gripped the sheets, her legs tightening around you, pulling you as deep as she could take. You didn't stop, fucking her through her orgasm, the feeling of her pulsing around you pushing you closer to the edge.

She collapsed back onto the bed, her chest heaving, her eyes closed. You slowed your movements, giving her a chance to recover, but your fingers continued to thrust into Sooin. She was still kissing her friend, softer now, gentler.

You looked down at Anna, her face blissed out, her skin flushed with a sheen of sweat. You felt a sense of accomplishment, knowing you had made her feel that good. You carefully pulled out of her, sitting back on your heels.

Sooin's eyes followed you, her gaze dark with desire. "My turn.”

You nodded, pulling your fingers from her. Sooin climbed over the limp Anna, on all fours and presenting herself to you, but when she noticed you started to unroll the condom so you could fuck your girlfriend right, she stopped you. "You're not done with her yet, so leave it on."

You let out a groan at this, which Sooin ignored and lowered herself so that she was lying on top of Anna, their bodies pressed together, her ass in the air. She reached back, spreading her cheeks with one hand, exposing her pretty, wet cunt.

"Now fuck me," she commanded, looking over her shoulder at you.

You didn't need to be told twice. You lined your cock up with her entrance, and with one smooth thrust, you were buried inside her. The difference between her and Anna was stark. Sooin was wetter, more familiar to you, and so much more receptive. The sounds she made were music to your ears, her body moving back to meet your thrusts.

"That's it, fuck me," she moaned, her head dropping into the crook of Anna's neck, where she was kissing her there while her hands roamed over her body. "You feel so fucking good."

Anna, though a little out of it, was not idle. Her hands found Sooin's cute ass, squeezing and spreading her, giving you a better view of your cock sliding in and out of her. "So hot," she murmured. "So fucking hot."

The sight of the two of them together, so intimate and sexy, was too much. You were pounding into Sooin, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. Sooin was being vocal, her moans and cries of pleasure only adding to the experience.

You took one of Anna's hands, holding it as you fucked your girlfriend. Her fingers intertwined with yours, her eyes on yours, a small smile on her lips. "You're so good at that…”

You squeezed her hand, your other hand gripping Sooin's hip, pulling her back onto your cock. "Lot of practice," you replied with a grin on your face.

Sooin's head lifted, her eyes meeting Anna's. "He's got a magic cock," she said between moans. "I don't know how I'm still standing sometimes."

Anna laughed softly, her free hand moving to Sooin's hair, stroking it gently. "Lucky girl."

You looked down, where your shaft disappeared into Sooin, and below that was Anna's cunt, still leaking her arousal onto the sheets. It's a sight that's now committed to memory. You pulled out from Sooin, lowered yourself slightly, and pushed your cock back into Anna.

You split your time between the two of them, alternating your thrusts, fucking them both with deep, steady strokes. Sometimes it was just Sooin, and she was a mess of screaming and dirty talk, but when you found your place back inside Anna, she was the perfect contrast - quiet, intimate, and grateful. Sooin would hold her, whisper in her ear, and tell her how good you feel, how sexy she looks, and how much she loves seeing you like this. Anna would kiss her and softly moan and tremble.

It was the kind of experience that made you wish time would just stop and let you enjoy it forever.

But, like all good things, it had to end. You could feel the familiar tightening in your balls, the pressure building. You were close, so close, and you needed to cum. You were deep inside Sooin, her pussy milking your cock, her body begging for your release.

She could sense it; she always can. "Take it off," she moans.

"But, you said...," you began, slowing down.

"Take it off."

"But, Anna—"

"Please take it off," Anna begged, her hand still holding yours. "I want to feel you."

A unanimous decision, but it required a break in the action. You pulled out, the rubber still on. You sat on your haunches, looking down at the two girls, who turned their heads to look at you. They looked so fucking sexy together, their bodies entwined, their faces flushed, their eyes full of lust. Sooin shifts a little, moving from her full-mounted position and pulling one of Anna's long legs around her waist.

They were eye to eye, and Anna placed a tender kiss on your girlfriend's lips. Sooin pressed herself against Anna's cunt, and a soft sigh came from them both as they began to rub against each other. A beautiful sight to behold.

You gave them this moment.

Sooin fucked her best friend like that. She was a goddamn expert. Her hands were on Anna's hips, grinding her cunt into Anna's as she worked her over. Anna was so responsive, her hands clutching at Sooin's back, her mouth open, her cries growing louder. "Oh fuck, that's... that's..."

Sooin was relentless, her hips moving in a steady, sensual rhythm. Her hair fell around her face, her lips parted, her eyes locked onto Anna's. "I have wanted to do this for so long," she confessed. "You have no idea how many times I've dreamed of this."

You’re rolling the condom off your throbbing cock.

"Me too," Anna gasped. "God, Sooin, I'm going to cum again." She was right on the edge, her body taut, her breath coming in short pants. She reached up, pulling Sooin down for a kiss, their lips crashing together in a clash of desire and need.

You watched them cum together, their bodies shuddering, their cries muffled by each other's mouths. It was the hottest thing you'd ever seen, and it took everything you had not to cum right there, untouched. You waited, your cock throbbing painfully in your hand, as they rode out their shared orgasm.

When they finally broke apart, they looked over at you, both panting, their eyes hazy with post-orgasmic bliss. "Come here," Sooin beckoned you, a lazy smile on her face.

You moved to her, climbing over them, your cock poised at Anna's sensitive cunt. Free of the rubber cage, you pushed into her bare, feeling her walls clench around you. She was so hot, so wet, and so unbelievably tight. You started to move, your strokes deep and measured, savoring the raw feel of her pussy.

Sooin rolled off, lying beside you and watching with a satisfied grin. "That's it, fuck her. Feel her around you."

At this point, Anna was a fucking mess. Her head was thrashing from side to side, her hands gripping the sheets, her body moving with yours. You leaned over her, your hand on her stomach, holding her down. You could feel every inch of her, every twitch and quiver of her pussy, and it was pure heaven.

"So good," you grunted, your hips pistoning, your cock hitting deep inside her. You were so close, your orgasm building like a storm inside you.

"Cover her pretty pussy for me," Sooin commanded, her hand moving between her legs, playing with herself as she watched. "I want to see you paint her, to make her ours."

That was all it took, your orgasm tearing through you with a force that made you see stars. You pulled out at the last second, your cock spurting thick ropes of cum all over Anna's stomach and pussy. You were shaking with the intensity of it, your breath coming in great gulps as you coated her in your seed. She gasped, her eyes wide as she felt the warmth of your cum splatter over her skin.

Sooin moved in, her hand rubbing your cum into Anna's skin, spreading it over her pussy. "Look at that, so fucking pretty." She took some on her fingers, bringing them to her mouth, tasting you. She hummed her approval, her eyes on you. "My favourite."

You fell back, completely spent, your chest heaving. Anna lay there, a beautiful canvas of your shared pleasure, a content smile on her face. It was a sight that would forever be etched in your mind, the culmination of months of flirting, teasing, and wanting.

But it was also the beginning of a whole new dynamic, a new chapter in your relationship with Sooin and your friendship with Anna.

And honestly, you couldn't wait to see where it would lead. Even as Sooin pulled Anna on top of her, begging her to fuck your cum into her, because the night was nowhere near finished, you realised that this was only the start.

***

It would be wrong to say the frequency of Anna's visits became more regular, because it became almost daily right from the off. She no longer knocks; she just barges in and throws herself on your sofa with a groan. It has almost become second nature for you. You are in the kitchen when you hear the door open and slam shut. You are pouring coffee from your French press, and soon you'll be pressing her up against the kitchen counter.

You were dating Sooin, that remained a fact, and yet Anna felt like she was equally yours now. It was a strange thing, this three-way relationship you had cultivated. Soon it wasn't just a group thing; you and Sooin, you and Anna, Anna and Sooin... all of it worked seamlessly. No jealousy, no possessiveness, just three people who couldn't get enough of each other.

You give a short, bitter laugh. "I could ask you the same thing."

"I'm here with someone," she says, her chin lifting a fraction, a defensive gesture you remember all too well.

"Aren't you always?" The words slip out, quiet but sharp enough to cut.

A muscle in her jaw tightens. She takes a sip of her own drink, her gaze shifting to the dark, manicured garden behind you. "I didn't know you'd be here. I wouldn't have come."

"Likewise." You can't stand looking at her, but you can't look away either. She's got that haunted look in her eyes, the one she gets when she's been drinking. You hate that you still notice these things.

She takes a step closer, the scent of her perfume - something with gardenia and sandalwood - wafting over, a ghost of intimacy. "Listen, we can't just..."

"Just what? Avoid each other forever? Yes, we absolutely can. In fact, I'd pay good money for that privilege."

"Fine. Be an asshole about it," she snaps, the facade cracking for a second, revealing the rawness underneath. That, too, is familiar.

"I am being an asshole about it. I'm a world-class asshole. You should know that better than anyone."

She scoffs, a small, humourless sound. "You're not a world-class anything. You're just... you. Immature. Same as the last day I saw you."

The last day. You remember the heat of that afternoon, the suffocating humidity that clung to your skin, mirroring the atmosphere in your shared apartment. You remember the shouting, her throwing that ridiculous ceramic cat you hated against the wall. You remember her face, streaked with tears and anger, as she yelled, "He was just a friend! We were at work late!" and the way her voice broke when she screamed, "And Chloe was just a lab partner, right?"

The memory is so vivid that it is a physical blow. It feels like it's happening all over again.

Without a word, you walk away, back to the comparative safety of the party's thrum. The sliding glass door to the main room is slick with condensation. You push through it into a wall of sound and heat and bodies. The bass from the speakers vibrates through the soles of your shoes, a physical heartbeat for the house. The air is hazy, a visible fog of vapes and artificial smoke from a cheap machine, and the sweat of too many people packed into a space not built for it.

You need a drink. Something strong, something to numb the reverberating echo of her. You shove your way through the crowd, past a girl in a sequined top laughing too loudly at something a guy with a man bun is saying, past a couple making out against a wall, their bodies pressed together as if they're trying to merge into one being.

Three quick, strong drinks later, and you're feeling single and seeing double. You find yourself leaning against a makeshift bar set up on the dining room table, the varnished wood sticky with spilt cocktails. You're nursing your fourth. Whiskey. Neat. It burns going down, and you welcome the pain.

"Impressive," a familiar man says next to you. You glance over. It's Ben, the well-meaning idiot who introduced you. He’s holding a beer, looking apologetic. "Sorry about that earlier. Outside. I had no idea."

"Everyone's got a past," you say with a low rasp. The whiskey is starting to do its job, blurring the edges of everything. "I've got several. Mostly bad."

He offers you a small, sympathetic smile. "Yeah. Well, if it's any consolation, I think she was just as thrown as you were."

You scoff, drink, and then reply, "She has a way of looking thrown that's really more of a dramatic flourish. She learned it from a movie, probably."

Ben chuckles, a nice, easy sound. He seems okay, for a stranger. For a reminder. "I see. You guys have, uh... history."

"You could say that." You look at Ben - an utterly forgettable face - and then down at your drink. Finally, to the crowd, where you spot her, ass pressed against the hip of some guy in a tailored jacket. She's laughing, head thrown back, exposing the elegant line of her throat. She's giving him that look, the one that says you're the only person in the room, the one that had felt so real when it was aimed at you. Now it's a performance, a cheap trick. It’s a performance you remember every line of. "I think we wrote the first few chapters. Then she started writing in a different book."

Ben winces. "Ouch. End in a storm?" he prods, before pouring you another drink. You almost wave him off, but the bottle of amber liquid is a tempting shield.

"End in a hurricane," you correct, your words slurring just enough to feel deliberate. "Category five. And we both forgot our umbrellas." You wrap your fingers around the cool glass, the condensation slick against your skin. "She was fucking some arsty guy with a man-bun and a typewriter. A 'creative spirit'. I was fucking Chloe from my stats class. Turns out, she had a boyfriend who looked like a quarterback. I think we broke even."

Yuna's grinding on her new guy now, her hips moving in a lazy, hypnotic circle to the beat. You know that move. You taught her that move, one humid Tuesday night in your cramped living room with the curtains drawn and a bottle of cheap tequila on the coffee table. She'd been clumsy at first, self-conscious. You'd laughed, held her hips, guided her. "Just feel the music," you'd whispered against her ear, her shampoo smelling like coconut and summer. "Feel me." And she had. For a while, she had.

"Sounds messy," Ben says, pulling you back to the present. "I hate messy."

"Everyone loves messy. Just not when they're the ones stuck with the cleanup," you say, knocking back the whiskey in one smooth motion. The room tilts, then rights itself. The cheap fog from the smoke machine curls around the strobing lights, turning the writhing bodies into a series of disconnected, jerky images from a damaged film. Someone shoves past you, their elbow digging into your ribs, the jolt a sharp, physical reminder that you're here, now, not then. You're standing in this loud, bright house full of people you don't know, and the woman who broke your heart is giving a private dance to another stranger ten feet away.

"I should..." you start, but you don't know what you should do. Leave? Start a fight? Drink another? The options blur into a single, meaningless impulse: move.

"I get it, man," he says, backing away, sensing the shift in your mood. "Live long and prosper, and all that shit." He gives a little two-fingered salute and disappears into the pulsing crowd, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the ghost of gardenia perfume that still seems to cling to the air around you.

You push off the table. The floor is treacherous, a sticky terrain of spilt drinks and god knows what else. You navigate through the mass of bodies, a ship with a shattered compass. All the faces are a smear of neon and skin. You’re not aiming for anything, not the door, not the bathroom, not the crowd. You're just moving, letting the thumping bass dictate your pace, a frantic, stumbling rhythm that echoes the chaos in your chest.

You're headed right for Yuna when a pair of hands grab your arm, pulling you into a clumsy spin. You nearly lose your balance, stumbling into a girl with bright pink hair.

"Whoa there, mister," she slurs, her grin wide and loose. She's pretty in a way that's loud and unapologetic, all glitter eyeshadow and a crop top. She smells like cheap vodka and artificial strawberry. "Dance with me."

It's not a request. She drags you towards the centre of the makeshift dance floor, the space in the living room cleared of furniture. The lights are frantic here, sweeping across the room in reds and blues, catching the sweat on skin. Pink Hair grinds against you, her back to your chest, her hands on your hips. She's trying to pull you in, to make you move with her.

She moves a little awkwardly, but your hand is on her waist, guiding her, a motion you could do in your sleep. You remember teaching Yuna to salsa in your kitchen, her laughter as you spun her, the way her dress flared out, her bare feet sticking to the linoleum floor.

No words between the two of you, just charged energy. Pink Hair, Yuna, the music, the thrum of the bass—it’s all a blur. When the song ends, there's a sliver of silence before the next track begins, something heavier, angrier. You both pull away from each other, breathing heavily.

"Hey," she says, her breath warm and smelling of vodka, her hands still on you, "you're not half bad."

"Yeah, well," you mumble, wiping a bead of sweat from your brow with the back of your hand.

"You've got moves," she continues, leaning in close to be heard over the new song. "Who taught you?"

"Just a lot of practice," you say, your eyes already scanning the room. You find her immediately. Yuna. She's stopped dancing, her tongue lodged in the mouth of the tailored jacket guy.

"You could probably teach me a thing or two," Pink Hair says against your ear.

"Something tells me you know more than you let on," you reply, looking back at her.

"Maybe," she giggles. "Maybe you should find out." She pulls you in again, her body flush against yours. You comply for a moment, letting the music, the lights, the cheap vodka and whiskey wash over you. But your eyes, they betray you, and search, but there's no sight of Yuna.

Pink Hair has her hand on your face now, turning it towards her. "Hey," she says, her tone slightly annoyed. "Eyes on me, buddy."

You blink, focusing on her. Her eye makeup is smudged around the corners, her pupils dilated to black pools. "Right," you say, forcing a smile. "Eyes on you."

She buys it, or pretends to, and moves in to kiss you. Her lips are soft, but they taste of nicotine and desperation. It's a hollow gesture, a mechanical act that does nothing to quell the ache in your chest. You're thinking about Yuna's lips, the way they used to part slightly when she was thinking, the way they felt when she whispered your name in the dark.

Don't fucking think about her. The anger fuels a firm grip of Pink Hair's ass, and you kiss back, a little more fiercely than you intended. She melts into it, her hands tangling in your hair. The music thumps, a primitive beat that matches the frantic, useless energy coursing through you.

You're lost in the sensory overload of the party, the cheap warmth of the girl in your arms, the burn of whiskey in your throat, the flashing lights that make everything feel unreal. You're a ghost haunting a stranger's body, a passenger in a stolen car careening towards a cliff. And you don't care. You lean into the kiss, deepening it, trying to pour all the hurt, all the rage, all the regret into this one, meaningless act.

She pulls away and takes you by the wrist. You follow without thinking, stumbling after her as she weaves through the crowd. She leads you down a hallway, the noise of the party receding with each step. The walls are lined with framed photos of the homeowner's family—smiling faces on beaches, at birthday parties, on ski slopes. It's a curated life, a collection of perfect moments that feels a million miles away from the raw, messy reality of your own.

She pulls you into a bedroom and locks the door, before jumping into your arms, wrapping her legs around your waist. You stumble back against the door, the wood groaning under your combined weight.

"What's your name?" she whispers, her lips brushing against your ear.

You hesitate for a beat. "Does it matter?" you reply, your hands roaming over her body, the cheap fabric of her top a stark contrast to the warm, firm skin beneath.

"No," she giggles, her teeth nibbling at your earlobe. "Not really."

You're moving towards the bed now, a tangled mass of limbs and desperation. You're fumbling with the clasp of her bra, she's tugging at the hem of your shirt. It's a clumsy, urgent dance, a silent, frantic negotiation. One controlled fall into the pile of coats later, and there's a loud yelp from beneath them.

The two of you scramble, half-undressed, back to your feet. A familiar guy rises first, topless and wearing his torn jeans. Then a woman said, "What the fuck?" Yuna sits up, clutching a sheet to her bare chest. Her hair is a mess, her mascara slightly smudged, her face flushed.

"Oh, this is just fucking perfect," you say, your voice flat, devoid of emotion. You feel numb, detached, as if you're watching this whole scene unfold from a great distance. The alcohol is a dull, distant hum in your veins.

Pink Hair looks from you to Yuna and back again, her face a mask of confusion and dawning horror. "Wait, you two...?"

Tailored Jacket, whose name is probably Chad or Brad or something equally insipid, runs a hand through his perfectly styled hair, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. "Whoa. Uh. I’m into it if you are."

"Get out," Yuna says, her voice dangerously quiet. She's not talking to you. She's talking to the guy. To Chad-or-Brad.

"Honey, come on," he starts, but she cuts him off.

"No. Get out," she repeats, her eyes burning. "Now."

He shrugs, a gesture of casual dismissal that sets your teeth on edge. He starts gathering his clothes, a slow, deliberate process that feels designed to prolong the agony.

"Did this on purpose, didn't you?" Yuna turns to you, her eyes spitting fire. "Saw me with him and just had to follow me in here and ruin it."

You can't help but laugh, a harsh, ugly sound. "Ruin it? As if I care enough to stop you jumping the bones of Ken doll over there."

"Fuck you," she spits.

"Uhhh," Pink Hair girl reminds us she's here. "I'm gonna... yeah." She grabs her shirt, her face burning with embarrassment, and scrambles out of the room.

Well, now it's just the two of you. And Tailored Jacket, who is finally pulling on his shirt. The silence that follows is heavy and thick, suffocating. You can hear the muffled thump of the bass from the party outside, a distant, irrelevant heartbeat. "I'm going, I'm going," he says, holding up his hands in mock surrender. He gives you a look, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes - sympathy? contempt? - before slipping out of the room.

The click of the door latch echoes in the sudden quiet. Now it's just you and Yuna. The air in the room is stale, a cocktail of cheap perfume, spilt liquor, and the sour tang of sweat. You're both half-dressed, a ridiculous, pathetic tableau.

"This is what you've become?" you ask, your voice low and tight, your gaze sweeping over her, taking in the smudged mascara, the sheet clutched to her chest, the raw vulnerability in her eyes that she tries so hard to hide. "Screwing random guys in bedrooms at parties you weren't even invited to?"

"You just tried the same fucking thing," she spits back, defiantly. "With that glittery, pink-haired skank."

"Always been a fucking whore," you scoff, flippant and cruel, even though a small, treacherous part of your brain is screaming at you to stop. But you can't. You want to hurt her, to make her feel even a fraction of the pain you've been carrying around like a lead weight in your gut for months.

"And I'm still the best that you will ever have." Her anger translates into her arms through gestures, letting the sheet fall from her chest to a heap on the bed. Her bare breasts are exposed, a sight that used to make your heart pound in your chest, and now it's just another weapon in this endless, brutal war between you.

You look away, a momentary flicker of discomfort. "Until you get bored and find some other 'creative spirit' to inspire you."

The jab hits its mark. Her face, for a split second, crumples. The facade of anger shatters, and the raw, wounded girl you once loved shines through, but it's gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by a cold, hard mask of indifference. "Oh, and what about you? Still fucking your lab partners?"

"Well, I don't need a mental escape from you anymore, so no. I'm good."

She's climbing onto her knees to meet you eye-to-eye, the sheet bunched around her waist. The dim light of the bedside lamp, a cheap Tiffany-style thing, casts a colourful, mottled glow across her skin, highlighting the pale lines of her shoulders and the curve of her hips.

"Because you were so damn emotionally distant, I had to look elsewhere for connection," she says with intensity. She's not yelling anymore. She's whispering, and it's somehow more terrifying. "You'd sit there on that ugly brown couch, staring at the TV, not even seeing it. I'd be talking to you, and you'd just... nod. Your body was there, but the rest of you was a million miles away."

"That doesn't give you a free pass," you say, the words tasting like ash in your mouth, "to be a whore."

She slaps you across your left cheek

You're too stunned to react at first. All you can feel is the hot, stinging imprint of her hand on your skin, the sharp, cracking sound of the slap still echoing in the sudden, heavy silence of the room. A thin, red line starts to form on your cheek, the skin already beginning to swell. The pain is sharp, immediate, but it's nothing compared to the raw, searing ache in your chest.

"Say that again," she says, low and dangerous, her eyes blazing with a fury so pure it feels like it could incinerate you where you stand.

"I said, 'You're a whore,'" you repeat, the anger is hot and metallic. "Doesn't matter how you try to justify it, how much you want to blame me for your choices. You cheated. You lied. You snuck around behind my back with some pretentious fuck who probably quotes Baudelaire at you over artisanal coffee." You move closer, invading her space, the air between you crackling with enough electricity to start a fire. "You wanted to be the victim so badly, you forgot you were the one holding the knife."

The accusation hangs in the air between you, a living, breathing thing. She swings another open palm at your face, but this time you're ready. You catch her wrist, fingers digging into her skin, hard enough to leave a constellation of bruises. She tries to pull away, but you hold on.

"Let go of me," she seethes, her face contorted with a mixture of pain and rage.

"You wanted a reaction, Yuna?" you growl. "You got one."

She tries to slap you with her free hand, but you block that too, grabbing her other wrist. Now you have both of them, her arms pinned in front of her. You can feel her pulse, a frantic, fluttering bird beating against your thumbs. Her breath comes in short, sharp gasps. Her breasts are still bare, the nipples hardening in the cool, conditioned air of the room.

It's just silence. A distant party and some deep breaths. A long, drawn-out beat of your own heart thrumming in your ears. Her wrists are fragile in your grip, the skin soft and delicate. You could snap them, if you wanted to. The thought is so ugly, so alien, that it makes you feel sick to your stomach. You've never been this person. She's turned you into this.

And then her lips are on yours, and you're kissing her, a violent, desperate collision of teeth and tongues. It's not a kiss of reconciliation or forgiveness. It's an act of war. You're biting her lower lip, hard enough to taste blood, the coppery tang mixing with the familiar, faint sweetness of her mouth. She's not passive in this. Her hands, still trapped in your grip, twist and writhe, her nails digging into the backs of your hands. She's kissing you back with a ferocity that matches your own, her tongue invading your mouth, a battle for dominance.

You let go of her wrists, and her hands are immediately on you, tearing at your shirt, the buttons popping off and skittering across the hardwood floor. Her nails rake down your back, a line of fire, a claim. You rip the sheet away from her body, the flimsy fabric no match for your brute force. You're both a tangle of limbs and frustration, a mess of anger and a desperate, gnawing hunger. There's no tenderness here, no memory of gentle caresses or whispered endearments. This is raw.

It becomes an immediate battle for dominance. Both of you on the bed, half-rolling off, the bedsheets tangled around your legs, your jeans catching uncomfortably. You manage to push her onto her back, but she uses the momentum to flip you over, straddling your hips, her hands on your chest, her nails digging into your skin. She leans down, her hair a curtain around your face, her breath hot against your ear.

"I hate you," she whispers, the words a puff of air, a promise and a threat all at once.

"I hate you more," you growl, grabbing her hips, pulling her down onto you, the rough denim of your jeans a barrier you can't stand. You buck your hips, trying to throw her off, but she's stronger than she looks, her thighs like a vice, pinning you to the mattress.

She grinds against you, a slow, deliberate motion that's both a taunt and a command. "Is that the best you've got?"

With a grunt, you sit up, wrapping your arms around her waist, and throw her off you, onto the other side of the bed. You're on top of her in a second, your hands pinning her wrists above her head, your body a heavy weight on hers.

"Better?" you growl, your face inches from hers. You take your mouth to her neck, not kissing it, but biting it, marking it. She gasps, a sharp intake of breath, a sound of pain and pleasure that's indistinguishable from the other. You feel her arch against you, her body betraying her. You move your mouth to her collarbone, leaving a trail of red marks, a map of your rage.

You let go of her hands, needing to take off your trousers. Her hands, now free, take control of your head, pulling you to her chest. You take a nipple into your mouth, sucking and biting, and she cries out, her fingers tangling in your hair, pulling hard enough to make your scalp tingle. You taste the salt of her skin. She is a fever.

"Fucking hate you," she pants, as you fumble with your belt, the leather stiff and uncooperative. Your hands are shaking, the combination of adrenaline and alcohol making fine motor skills a distant memory. "Always so clumsy," she scoffs, a flicker of the old contempt in her voice. "Let me."

She pushes you away, you stumble back for a second and then stand. She slides from the bed and onto her knees. Yuna looks up at you, wide-eyed and defiant as she works on your belt and then the button of your jeans. The zipper's teeth part with a metallic rasp. She pushes the denim down your hips, your boxers with them, and you kick them away. Then her hands are on you. Her nails scratch the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, and you wince.

You look down at her. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips swollen and slightly parted, her chest heaving with each ragged breath. She looks like a ruin. She looks beautiful. She looks like she hates you, and you love it. You love this. This ugly, terrible thing between you - it's the only thing that feels real anymore.

Those plump lips take hold of the head of your cock, and you gasp. Her tongue swirling around the sensitive underside, her hands massaging your balls with a practised expertise. You remember this. You remember her practising on you, on that same ugly brown couch. Her giggles, her initial shyness, the way she'd look up at you, her eyes wide with a mix of trepidation and adoration.

But this is not that. There's no adoration here. There's a violent, possessive fury in her eyes. She's not trying to please you; she's trying to consume you. She takes you deeper, her throat constricting around you, a gag reflex she used to be so self-conscious about, now wielded like a weapon. Your hands find her hair, your fingers tangling in the long, dark strands, not guiding her, but holding on, anchoring yourself to this maelstrom of sensation and emotion.

She's trying to speak, but at this point you're fucking the words back into her throat, and she's gagging on your cock and your cruelty in equal measure. Tears are welling in her eyes, dark streaks running through her smudged mascara, but she doesn't pull away. She looks up at you with a defiant glare that begs you to break her.

You pull out, a string of saliva connecting your cock to her lips. "What was that?" you demand. "Didn't quite catch it."

She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, a defiant smirk playing on her lips. "I said," she pants, her voice raspy, "has your cock got smaller? It feels... smaller."

The insult is so childish, so out of place in the midst of this brutal intimacy, that for a moment you're just speechless. And then you're laughing. "You're a fucking piece of work, you know that?"

"I try," she says, before you thrust back into her open mouth.

This is the real punishment. This is the penance. Every wet, gagging sound, every tear that stains her cheek, every brutal thrust into the tight heat of her throat. Her tongue is still working, a frantic, desperate rhythm that belies the defiant glare in her eyes. You're watching her face, watching the way her mascara runs in black rivulets down her cheeks, the way her nostrils flare with each desperate breath.

You look down at the sight of your cock disappearing into her mouth, the obscene stretch of her lips around you. Her nails are digging into your thighs now, ten sharp points of pain that only serve to heighten your arousal.

You pull out, just to grab your cock and press it hard against her cheek, smearing her own saliva across her face. "You wanted to connect, Yuna?" you snarl. "Is this connected enough for you?"

A single, perfect tear escapes from the corner of her eye and tracks a clean path through the mess on her face. But her smile, a small, venomous thing, doesn't falter. "If this is all you've got," she says, "then I'm even more disappointed than I thought."

"Put that mouth to better use," you say as you slap her across her wet cheek. "Open."

She does. And you slide back into that blessed, torturous heat. This is different. It's slower. More deliberate. A punishment. You're fucking her face, but it's controlled, even if still forceful. Each thrust is measured, a statement. You're watching her throat work as you push deeper, watching the way she has to fight to breathe. This is control. This is power. This is the antithesis of the disconnected, thousand-yard stare she accused you of because you are here; in this room, in this moment. You are the absolute fucking centre of her world.

Then, you pull out again, leaving her gasping, a string of saliva connecting your cock to her swollen lips. She doesn't move, doesn't wipe her face. She just kneels there, on the hardwood floor, looking up at you, her chest heaving, her defiant, tear-streaked face a masterpiece of ruined fury.

"You always looked so good just like this, on your knees for me."

She smirks. The smirk is a miracle of endurance, a flag planted on a battlefield of her own making. "And you always wanted to be there," she counters. "So desperate to feel needed."

The words hit you, but you don't flinch. You just smile, a slow, cruel stretch of your lips. She rises to meet your gaze as best she can. A stand-off. A silent battle in a strange bedroom. You're both naked, vulnerable, and armed to the teeth.

Without breaking eye contact, she slaps you. Hard. Across the other cheek. A matching set of red handprints blooming on your face. The crack of it echoes. And then she's pushing you, shoving you backwards. You stumble, your feet getting tangled in the discarded jeans on the floor, and you fall onto the bed, the springs groaning in protest.

She's climbing on you, looking entirely different now. Her face is stricken with a wicked kind of lust, and she is now in control. She crawls all the way up you until she sits on your chest, pinning your arms with her knees. Your vision is all her: the sweat-slicked valley between her breasts, the lines of her toned, flat stomach, the wetness of her that glints in the dim light. The scent of her, thick and musky and familiar, fills your lungs.

"Now you're going to be a good boy," she purrs, a low, silken threat. "And you're going to shut the fuck up." She shifts, planting herself firmly on your face. Your world becomes dark.

At the start, it is a punishment. The rough, demanding way she uses you for her own pleasure. But then, your body, traitor that it is, remembers. Your tongue remembers the specific topography of her, the sensitive ridges, the way she shudders when you apply a certain kind of pressure with your lips. You taste her anger and her desperation, a bitter, complex flavour that's both repulsive and intoxicating. Your jaw begins to ache, but you don't stop. You can't. You're a starving man at a feast of poison, and you're going to devour every last drop.

Her fingers tighten in your hair, pulling hard enough to make your eyes water. She is grinding against your face with a rhythm that is both brutal and needy, her hips undulating in a wave that threatens to drown you. You can feel the muscles in her thighs clenching and releasing against your head. She is a storm, and you are the landmass she is determined to tear apart.

"Fucking look at you," she gasps, a ragged pant that seems to come from a great distance, muffled by her thighs. "You'll do anything, won't you? You always were so weak."

You chase her clit with your tongue and catch it, a hard, desperate press that makes her whole body jolt, her cry sharp and unbidden. A victory, small and fleeting, in this ugly war. You do it again, and again, a relentless, focused assault that is all instinct. You are an automaton of a lover, a perfect, memory-driven machine designed for her destruction. Her movements become less controlled, more frantic. She's losing her composure, losing the battle she started. Her thighs are trembling now, and you know she's close.

A series of high, choked sounds escape her lips, and her entire body goes rigid, her muscles locking in a final, desperate convulsion. A wave of her release washes over your face, hot and sharp and smelling of a war you've already lost. For a long moment, she stays like that, perched on your face, a panting, victorious ruin.

You're smothered while she laughs, a dry, breathless sound that has no humour in it. It's a laugh of pure contempt. "Look at that," she says, finally shifting her weight, lifting herself off you just enough for you to drag in a ragged, desperate breath of air. "Face is a mess."

You can feel the slickness of her on your skin, and you can smell her on your own breath. You feel like you've been marked, branded. Owned. She runs a finger through the mess on your chin, a gesture that's almost tender in its intimacy. Then she shoves the finger into your mouth, forcing you to taste the evidence of her victory.

"Taste that?" she whispers, her eyes burning into yours. "That's what failure tastes like."

You bite down. Not hard enough to really hurt, but hard enough to make her yelp and snatch her hand back. "And that," you growl, your voice a raw, wrecked thing, "is what happens when you get too close."

A flicker of something – surprise? respect? – crosses her face, but it's quickly extinguished by a renewed wave of fury. "You're going to regret that," she promises, in a venomous hiss.

"I regret a lot of things about tonight," you say, pushing yourself up onto your elbows. "This is not one of them."

You lunge, wrapping your arms around her waist and pulling her down onto the bed with you. The room spins for a second, a kaleidoscope of lurid colour and blurred shapes, and then you're on top of her, your body a heavy, unforgiving weight pinning her to the mattress. Your knee forces its way between her legs, spreading them, and you can feel the heat of her, the yielding wetness that mocks your anger.

Yuna struggles, her hands pushing against your chest, her body writhing beneath yours, but it's a futile effort. You're stronger than her, your rage a tangible force that amplifies your strength, narrows your focus to a single, brutal point of entry. You catch her wrists in one hand, pinning them above her head, just like before.

"You always were a fucking bully," she spits, "Using your size to get what you want."

"And you always used your tears," you retort, your free hand fumbling between your bodies, guiding yourself to her entrance. "You think I don't remember? The way you'd cry when you didn't get your way, when you wanted me to stay in and watch your stupid French movies instead of going out with my friends. You think I don't remember how you'd wrap yourself around me, all soft and weepy, until I gave in?"

"That's not how it was," she protests, but her voice is thin, her defiance wavering as you press the head of your cock against her. Her body betrays her, her hips tilting, a silent, desperate invitation that negates her words.

"Isn't it?" you growl, and then you're inside her, one hard, unforgiving thrust that sheathes you to the hilt. Yuna is a scorching, velvet heat that clenches around you, a perfect, agonising fit. A shared, ragged gasp escapes both your lips.

For a beat, you don't move. You just stay there, buried deep inside her, a stillness that is more loaded, more charged than any violent motion. You can feel her heart hammering against your chest, a frantic, desperate drumbeat.

"Maybe if you'd fucked me like this once in a while," Yuna manages to say, her eyes locked on yours, "instead of just... going through the motions, I wouldn't have had to look elsewhere."

The accusation is a splash of gasoline on the fire of your rage. "Don't you dare," you snarl, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back into her, a brutal, punishing thrust that makes the bedframe shudder against the wall. "Don't you dare try to make this my fault."

A choked cry escapes her lips, a sound that's half-pain, half-pleasure. "But it is your fault," she gasps, her hips rising to meet you, a contradiction that makes your head spin. "All those nights you'd come home and just... collapse on the couch. You were there, but you weren't. I had to beg for it, for a little bit of attention, for you to just... see me."

You're moving now, a hard, relentless rhythm, each thrust a retort, a denial, an accusation. You're filling her cunt in a way that's both an act of possession and an act of erasure. You're trying to fuck her out of your system, to fuck the memory of her out of your head, to replace every gentle touch, every whispered endearment, with this raw, violent act. It never works.

"See you?" you growl, punctuating the words with a particularly deep thrust that makes her whole body arch off the bed. "I saw you. I saw you every morning when I woke up, with your makeup smudged and your hair a mess. I saw you when you burned the spaghetti, and we ate charred noodles and laughed until we cried. I saw you when you came home from work, so tired you could barely stand, and I'd run you a bath and just sit with you while you soaked. I fucking saw you, Yuna."

"You saw a version of me you wanted to see!" she cries out, her nails raking down your back, a stinging, welcome pain. "You didn't see the parts you didn't like! The parts that were messy, complicated, and scared! The parts that didn't fit into your neat little box of what a relationship should be!"

Her words are a series of cuts, precise and deep. You're a beast now, all instinct and fury. Your hands are everywhere, tangling in her hair, gripping her hips so hard you know you'll leave bruises, a collection of angry purple blooms that will be a testament to this night. You're trying to leave a mark, to brand her, to make it so she can't forget you, can't move on, can't feel the touch of another man without remembering the feel of you, the brutal, consuming force of you.

"Is this messy enough for you?" you snarl, your breath hot against her ear. "Is this complicated enough?"

Her only response is a choked moan, a raw, ragged sound that's torn from the depths of her. But her body, that treacherous, traitorous body, is still moving with yours, her hips rising to meet each brutal thrust, a desperate, frantic rhythm that's a language all its own. Her legs wrap around your waist, pulling you deeper, a silent plea for more.

"I hate you," she gasps, the words a prayer and a curse, her head thrown back, the elegant line of her throat exposed, a vulnerable stretch of skin that's an open invitation.

"Liar," you growl, your teeth sinking into the tender flesh of her neck, a sharp, stinging bite that makes her cry out, her whole body convulsing around you. "If you hated me, you wouldn't be so wet."

She shudders, a deep, full-body tremor that has nothing to do with the force of your thrusts. You can feel the subtle shift in her, the way the tight, clenching heat of her becomes even wetter, a slick, yielding response that betrays her, that confirms her lie. The sound of it is obscene, a wet, rhythmic slapping that fills the room, punctuated by your ragged breaths and her desperate, broken cries.

"Hating you is what makes me wet," she manages to retort. "Knowing this makes you sick, knowing you still want me even when you hate me. That's what gets me off."

Her words undermine your anger. They poke holes in your carefully constructed fortress of rage. But you don't back down. You double down. You fuck her harder, a brutal, punishing rhythm that's a denial of her claim, an attempt to prove her wrong. You're trying to hurt her, to make her feel the gnawing, empty ache that's been your constant companion for months, but every thrust, every bruising grip, every savage bite, only seems to spur her on, to feed the fire of her own masochistic desire.

You shift your weight, pushing one of her knees up towards her chest, changing the angle, driving deeper. You're watching her face, transfixed by the raw, unguarded emotion playing across her features. Her eyes are squeezed shut, her brow furrowed in a mask of what looks like agony, but the sounds she's making, the way her body is responding, tell a different story. This isn't agony. It's ecstasy. It's the two of you, twisted together in a knot of hate and lust and a desperate, pathetic longing for something you can never have again.

Your orgasm builds, a slow, inevitable tide rising in your groin, a tightening in your balls. You try to fight it, to hold back, to prolong this sweet, venomous torture, but her body is a perfect, relentless instrument, and you're a clumsy, desperate fumbler at its mercy. She can feel you getting closer, the subtle change in your rhythm, the way your breath hitches in your throat.

"You going to cum for me?" she taunts, her eyes fluttering open, a cruel, knowing glint in their depths. "I know that look. I always knew. Just before you lost it."

Her words are the final push. You let go, a groan torn from your chest, a ragged, broken sound of release and defeat. You spill into her, a hot, violent rush that feels like a surrender, an offering of the last remnants of your resistance. It's a draining, hollow victory, a pleasure that's so intense it's almost pain. Your body goes rigid, your vision blurring at the edges, the world narrowing to the feeling of her, the tight, clenching heat of her, a final, brutal convulsion.

For a long, stretched-out moment, you don't move. You stay buried deep inside her, your forehead pressed against hers, your breath mingling with hers in the hot, humid space between your faces. You can feel your own heartbeat, a frantic, fading drumbeat, and hers, a slower, more steady rhythm beneath your hand. The room is quiet now, the distant thump of the party outside a muted, irrelevant heartbeat. The only sound is the shared, ragged sound of your breathing, a quiet punctuation to the storm that has just passed.

Then you pull out. A sudden, jarring emptiness. A trickle of your own release follows, a messy, damning evidence of your failure to resist her. You roll off her, landing on the cool sheets beside her, a boneless, sweating wreck.

"God," she whispers, the word a puff of air, a prayer to a deity that has long since abandoned this room, this house, this whole sorry situation.

"Yeah," you manage to say, in a hoarse, unfamiliar croak. You don't look at her. You stare at the ceiling, at the cheap fabric of the lampshade, at the cracks in the plaster that look like a map of a country you've never been to. "God."

You can feel the heat radiating off her skin, the gentle rise and fall of her chest. The scent of her, a potent cocktail of sweat and sex and gardenia perfume, fills your lungs. It's the scent of a battlefield.

You lay there for a while, two strangers in a strange bed, the silence between you a physical presence, heavy and suffocating. It's a mutual lull, a temporary ceasefire in a war that has no end. The party outside is a distant hum, a world away from the charged, toxic quiet of this room.

"We have to stop doing this," she says finally, now devoid of her earlier venom. She's the one to break the silence. "This isn't... healthy."

You let out a short, harsh laugh. It hurts your throat. "No shit." You finally turn your head to look at her. She's staring up at the same ceiling you were just staring at, her face a pale oval in the dim light. The angry red marks on her neck are already starting to darken. You can feel a satisfying, petty pride in that.

"I'm leaving the city," she says so quietly you almost don't hear her. "Next week."

The words land like a punch to the gut. All the air rushes out of your lungs. Leaving. She's leaving. A jolt of something sharp and painful lances through your chest. It's not relief. It's not indifference. It's something much uglier.

"You think running away is going to fix this?" you scoff, your voice dripping with a contempt you don't entirely feel. "You think you can just pack up your shit and move to some other city and suddenly you're not... you?"

"Got to try something," she says, turning to face you now. Her eyes, in the low light, are dark and fathomless pools. "This isn't a life. This... It's pathetic. We're pathetic."

She's right, and you hate her for it. This whole night, this whole sordid, ugly mess, is the epitome of pathetic. A cycle of violence and sex that you can't seem to break, a toxic feedback loop of hurt and regret. But the thought of her leaving, of putting an ocean, a state, any amount of distance between you, is an even more potent poison.

"Right," you scoff. "I'll see you around, Yuna." She will never go through with it.