Sinkingdeep

I leaned forward to whisper for her ears only, her staff oblivious to the conversation between us in the middle of the waiting room. “My cock?” I asked, softly kissing Irene’s earlobe as I leaned back to look at her eyes again. Irene’s smirk at hearing my response was equal parts alluring and triumphant. “Correct.” Her voice was louder now, for her staff to hear. “Can everyone give me some privacy for 15 minutes? I need to clear my head a bit before the interview starts.”

Everyone left immediately, already knowing not to come back in 30 minutes minimum, and Irene’s manager had the good sense to lock the door behind her. Irene jumped into my arms the moment the waiting room was empty; her milky white thighs wrapped around my waist, her arms wrapped around my shoulder and her tongue wrapped around mine. She pulled away after she let me suck on her tongue for a bit, and looked into my eyes, hers now filled with unbridled lust.

“How are you going to fuck me if you don’t want me to take off my outfit, baby?” “I think I can manage. Do you trust me?” “Not particularly, but I am too horny to care right now.”

I grabbed onto Irene’s waist tightly as I carried her to the makeup table, her legs still wrapped around my waist as I lay her down. She let her thighs off of my waist, instead, she pulled her flexible legs up perpendicular to her torso on the table, letting her feet rest against my shoulders. I took Irene’s leather boots off, revealing her bare legs wrapped around with fishnet stockings as she looked at me with eyes filled with arousal. I kissed her perfect feet against my shoulders, softly licking the bottom of her feet and sucking on her toes over the stockings before I hooked my fingers on the strings around her inner thighs, pulling tautly but waiting. Waiting for her permission.

As Irene lay on top of the makeup table, her inner thighs lined perfectly with my bulge, her legs resting on my shoulders, she looked at me and nodded once, knowing what I wanted to do with the tiny strings in my fingers. I pulled at them immediately, tearing the fishnet stocking around her inner thighs, allowing my hands to touch the warm, smooth skin of her inner thighs, a warmth already seeping from her core.

“Your thighs are perfect, Juhyun-ah. So fucking underutilized.” I rubbed my bulge against her inner thighs, my arms grabbing onto her knees as Irene moaned my name softly, her voice turning huskier and more aroused by the second. “What do you want to do with my thighs, baby?” she asked, already knowing, already loving the answer to the question.

“You already know what I will do, baby. I will fuck your thighs. And I’ll get to look at you wearing your red outfit as I fuck them.” Her inner thighs were covered in light sweat from her recordings already, and my bulge rubbing against them kept her warm. I grabbed a jar of vaseline from the makeup table, scooping a generous amount on my fingers and lathered it evenly on her inner thighs. Irene moaned again at my rubbing on her bare, sensitive skin, biting her lips as she kept her eyes locked onto mine.

I took my pants off in a hurry, kicking them aside along with my boxers. My cock sprang free, already rock-hard and leaking precum from the tip, that was how badly I needed her. Irene’s eyes dropped to it immediately, her tongue darting out to wet her lips in that unconscious way she had when she was starving for me. She crossed her legs deliberately, pressing those perfect, milky thighs together to create a tight, inviting tunnel. The torn fishnets framed the smooth skin beautifully, the red outfit still hugging her body, the deep v shaped neckline offering teasing glimpses of her cleavage with every breath.

I stepped closer, wrapping my hands around both of her knees. Her thighs felt incredible on my hands, soft on the surface but with that toned muscle underneath from years of dance practice, warm and slightly slick with a light sheen of sweat and the vaseline I rubbed earlier. I pushed my cock between them, groaning at the smooth, tight friction against her skin. The mix of my precum and the generous layer of vaseline made my cock glide so fucking smoothly. I started thrusting, slow at first, savoring the way her inner thighs squeezed around my shaft like they were made for this.

“Fuck, Juhyun-ah… your thighs are heaven,” I muttered. I kept one hand locked on her knees to hold them together while the other slid through the opening of her red outfit, fingers digging into the soft, bare skin of her waist. The fabric felt luxurious under my palm, but it was Irene’s bare skin and body heat that drove me crazy with arousal.

Each thrust made my cockhead brush against her clit through the thin thong she wore, the kind she liked wearing all the time, and my heavy balls slapped rhythmically against her dripping pussy. I could feel how soaked she was already as hot, slick arousal coated my balls with every smack, the musky-sweet scent of her filling the air between us and mixing with the faint floral notes of her stage perfume.

Irene moaned, low and throaty and needy, her head tilting back against the table. Her dark hair fanned out around her beautiful face, lips parted, cheeks flushed that pretty pink that always appeared when she was losing herself in pleasure. “Mmm… harder, baby. Use me. I can feel how much you love fucking my thighs like this.” Her voice had that husky edge that I could never get enough of, the one that made my cock twitch inside the warm, almost suffocating embrace of her thighs.

“You’re such a dirty little slut for me, aren’t you?” I said, thrusting my hips faster. “Letting me fuck your perfect, milky thighs right here on the makeup table while you’re still in your stage outfit. Anyone could’ve walked in earlier. Does that turn you on, Juhyun-ah? Knowing how badly I need your body?”

Irene bit her lip, eyes fluttering half-closed as she nodded. “Yes… God, yes. Use my body however you want. It’s yours. My thighs, my pussy, all of it, fuck, just use what you want.” Her words felt like an explicit invitation to her body that I did not know I could ever receive, feeding my lust for her more, if that was even possible. I started giving her longer thrusts, pulling my cock almost all the way out until only the swollen tip remained nestled between her slick inner thighs, then slamming back in. The wet sounds of skin on skin filled the room; obscene, loud, hot, and so fucking perfect.

On one particularly deep thrust, as my hand gripped onto her legs and my eyes locked into her eyes, my aim slipped a bit in the best way I could think of. Instead of sliding back between her thighs as I was fucking Irene’s thighs, my cockhead caught against the drenched entrance of her pussy and pushed inside in one smooth, accidental glide, her thong gleefully making way for my cock.

Irene’s eyes flew open wide, a sharp squeal of pleasure escaping her as her walls clenched around me instantly, as if she was waiting for me to slip up just like this. “Ah- fuck! Baby!” She was impossibly tight, hot, and soaking wet, her inner muscles fluttering against and gripping my cock immediately. The sudden switch from the soft pressure of her thighs to the searing, wet heat of her cunt made my head empty and vision blur for a second.

I did not stop. I could not. I gripped Irene’s waist with both hands now, the red fabric bunching under my fingers, and started fucking her with deep and powerful strokes that made the makeup table creak beneath her. Her legs stayed up on my shoulders, flexible body bent nearly in half as I drove into her. Every thrust bottomed out, my balls wet with her arousal slapped against her ass, her thong pushed to the side, useless now.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” I groaned, leaning down to capture her mouth in a messy kiss as her legs were still against my shoulders, making full use of her flexibility. Our tongues tangled, saliva mixing as I pounded into her. “So fucking wet and tight. This pussy was dripping for me the whole time I was using your thighs, wasn’t it? You are such a needy little slut, Juhyun-ah.”

Irene had gone completely submissive under me, her usual teasing domme energy melting away into pure lust. Her hands clutched at my shoulders, nails digging in through my shirt as she whimpered and moaned with every thrust.

“Yes, fuck yes, I’m your slut. Fuck me harder. Please, baby, I need it.” Her hips were trying to buck up to meet me despite her flexible body being folded in the middle, her legs still against my shoulders as I kept tasting her lips. I could feel her getting even wetter, her juices coating my cock and dripping down to soak the table under her ass. The scent of sex was thick; musky, sweet, heady, perfect.

“Look at you, still in that sexy red outfit, legs spread for me like a good girl. I’m gonna ruin this pretty pussy for anyone else and you’re gonna let me, aren’t you, Juhyun-ah? Gonna cum all over my cock while your staff waits outside.” I nipped at her earlobe, then sucked on it, tasting the faint salt of her skin as I whispered. My hands roamed all over her body, squeezing her waist, sliding up to cup her breasts over the outfit, pinching her nipples through it until she arched sharply.

Irene’s orgasm hit her hard. Her entire body tensed, legs clamping around my head as best they could in that position, a loud, keening moan tearing from her throat. Her pussy fluttered wildly around me, gushing fresh wetness that squirted lightly against my pelvis. I fucked her through her peak, prolonging her pleasure with steady, deep thrusts until she was shaking and gasping for air.

But I was not done yet. I pulled out briefly, flipping Irene onto her stomach on the table so her toned, round ass was presented to me like the gift it was, the red outfit riding up beautifully. Her legs dangled off the edge now, fishnet-clad toes brushing the floor.

Squeezing her cheeks with my hands, I spread them open, her puckered hole untouched but wet with sweat and her arousal. I admired how her pussy glistened, puffy and red from the rough fucking, before sliding back inside in one long stroke. Irene felt even tighter from behind. I grabbed a fistful of her long black hair firmly, not pulling too hard but enough to arch her back, and started fucking her again.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so deep,” Irene panted, pushing her ass back against me. Her voice was hoarse now, completely wrecked from how she moaned constantly. I reached around to rub her clit in tight circles, feeling her clench my cock again. All of my senses were overloaded in the best way possible as I felt the slick heat of her cunt, the soft jiggle of her ass with every impact, the way her red outfit contrasted against her pale skin, the faint creak of the table, her breathy moans, and the wet squelching sounds echoing in the locked room.

I was about to cum. The pleasure built at my core, balls tightening as I chased release. “I’m close, fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

Irene’s response was immediate, her domme side flickering back just enough to take control of the moment. “Don’t ruin the dress you like so much, baby. Cum inside. Fill me up. I want to feel it leaking out of me during the interview.” As I moaned Irene’s name loud, I buried myself to the hilt and came hard inside her pussy. Thick pulses of cum reached deep inside her, filling her pussy completely as my hips jerked involuntarily. My legs gave out, and I collapsed on top of her, my chest pressed to her back, still buried inside as Irene’s tight pussy made sure that my balls unloaded inside her completely.

We stayed like that for a moment, breathing heavily, our skin and outfits slick with sweat. I kissed the nape of her small neck and under her earlobe, my lips pressed against her flushed skin. The warmth of her body, the scent of her hair, the taste of her skin were intoxicating.

But then a sharp knock sounded on the door.

Irene’s eyes snapped open, that familiar mischievous, dominant spark returning in an instant. She looked back at me, her pussy squeezing my cock hard one last time to tease. “Time’s up, baby,” she whispered, voice low and commanding. “We are done for now, but nowhere near done for today. Fix my outfit and go sit on the sofa. I’ll handle my staff, and once I am done with Inkigayo, I will take back what’s mine. You.”

Irene pushed me back gently but firmly, standing up on slightly shaky legs. My cum trickled down her inner thighs, mixing with the remnants of vaseline and her own wetness. She didn’t wipe it away. Instead, she adjusted her red outfit with practiced ease as she smoothed the fabric over her hips and waist and checked her reflection quickly in the mirror. Her cheeks were still flushed, lips swollen, and hair a bit messy; but she looked every bit the composed idol again. Except for the wicked glint in her eyes when she glanced back at me.

I quickly pulled my pants back on, heart still racing, and sat on the sofa as if we were just chatting just as her manager’s voice called through the door. “Irene-ssi? Five minutes until the interview.”

“Come in,” Irene called, voice perfectly steady, though I could hear the subtle huskiness underneath. The door unlocked and staff filtered back in, oblivious. Irene shot me one last heated look over her shoulder before turning to them with a bright, professional smile. “Let’s go. I’m feeling… refreshed.”

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Irene looked adorable in this photo, right? Pure, innocent, with an angelic pout on her lips that made me want to pat the pearl headband adorning her beautiful hair softly and kiss her forehead lovingly.

But this photo, and all the other official photos from this performance did a disservice to Irene’s outfit. While she looked like a freshly bloomed flower reveling in purity in most photos; the total outfit and the way it showcased her bare navel, waist, and back was nothing less than eroticism personified. The way she moved on the stage should have looked the most innocent, but somehow, to me, it looked the sexiest; my eyes locked onto her perfect waist as she moved, taking in every little detail as her abs and waist was on full display, as if her body promised unparalleled sinful bliss. And not many idols could walk that perfectly balanced line.

That’s why when I saw Irene upfront, sitting in the waiting room with her staff surrounding us, the only thing I could think of doing is to tug on the big satin bow on her chest, as if to unwrap the gift of the Gods that was her breasts. And that’s the first thing I did.

I tugged on the satin bow with impatient fingers, the glossy fabric slipping loose under my touch, the sheer jacket sliding from Irene’s shoulders with a soft whisper of material and pooling behind her on the sofa. Her eyes widened in surprise, her lips curving into a surprised yet welcoming smile. “Wait,” she whispered, her voice already grown low as she glanced toward her staff hovering near the door. “Not yet, they’re still here. Just… wait until they leave.”

But I couldn’t. My hands were already on Irene’s exposed waist, growing more greedy and restless as I felt her skin on mine and pulled her closer. Her hair, neatly bound in a bun on top of her made sure her neck and shoulder was now bare against my mouth, as I buried my face against the curve of her neck, inhaling the sweet, warm scent of her skin mixed with the faint floral notes of her perfume.

My lips found the sensitive spot just below her ear, kissing, then sucking gently at first before turning wilder. I pressed open-mouthed kisses down to her shoulder, tasting the faint salt of her skin after the performance, feeling the delicate strap of her yellow satin top brush against my cheek.

Irene inhaled sharply at the actions of my impatient lips, anticipating what was about to come next. She moaned softly next, a low, husky moan that felt heavenly in my ears, the kind of sound that sent heat straight to my cock. “Ahh… mmh… baby..”

It was supposed to be meant only for my ears, but it was loud enough to travel to the door of the waiting room. Her staff exchanged quick glances, murmuring something about checking on the schedule outside, and within seconds the door clicked shut behind them. We were alone.

I knelt in front of her immediately, the cold floor of the waiting room sharp against my knees, but I just could not care about anything else except the gift in front of me, waiting to be fully unwrapped. I positioned myself between her legs, as Irene sat back on the sofa, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her hands trembling slightly as they rested on my shoulders.

I hooked my fingers into the hem of her yellow satin top and pulled it down to free Irene’s breasts. They spilled out, full and soft and perfect, pink nipples pebbling in arousal already, fueled by the spontaneity and the risk of being in the waiting room as her staff waited right outside. My hands started roaming immediately, one palm rubbed slow circles over Irene’s flat stomach, tracing the elegant lines of her waist, then sliding around to caress the smooth expanse of her lower back.

I focused my mouth fully on Irene’s tits; kissing the soft undersides, sucking a nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the sensitive peak before giving it a light bite, immediately coating it with my saliva as I sucked on it again to soothe my bite. My mouth and my hand took turns tasting and grabbing her breasts, as I immediately squeezed and kneaded the tit not being sucked on by my mouth, and softly pinched the nipple slick with spit, just as my mouth left it.

Irene arched into me with a louder moan, her low, husky voice filling my ears. “Ohh… yes… like that…” Her hands wrapped around my neck, fingers threading into my hair as she pulled my face harder against her chest as if she could not get enough. The risk of someone walking back in the waiting room and the way her body was exposed in this semi-public space made every sensation sharper, every moan hotter.

My hand moved from touching Irene’s bare waist and slipped under the hem of her short skirt, finding the thin layer of safety shorts. I tugged them down her legs, letting them pool at her ankles before tossing them aside. Irene was not wearing any panties, my hand immediately found just smooth, bare skin and the wet warmth of her cunt I could never get enough of.

I kept my mouth busy on Irene’s breasts, alternating between them, sucking harder now as if to savor the taste fully, leaving faint marks that would remind her of this later. My fingers were on her clit, rubbing slow, firm circles, making Irene buck her hips forward immediately.

“Mmmh… ahh!” Irene’s moan was louder this time, unrestrained and careless. She gradually submitted to the pleasure. Her legs parted wider for me as I knelt there, worshipping her. I pushed one finger inside her slowly, feeling her familiar tight, wet heat clench around it. Immediately, I curled it upward, stroking that spongy spot inside her that made her gasp sharply. “There, right there, ah-” Irene breathed, her voice husky and desperate and full of desire. My mouth stayed glued to her tits, one hand kneading and pinching a nipple while the other thrust steadily inside her pussy, adding a second finger.

Irene’s hips started rocking against my hand, feeling the rhythm of my fingers curving inside her. “Don’t stop… it feels so good…” Her low voice cracked on the words, turning into a long, throaty moan as I sped up. I could feel her walls fluttering, tightening, clenching on my fingers. I sucked hard on her nipple at the same moment I pressed firmly against her g-spot, and she came with a shuddering cry with my name on her perfect lips; her entire body trembling at the pleasure as her thighs clamped around my wrist.

Irene pushed at my hand weakly, oversensitive and panting, seeking relief and pleasure at the same time, but I did not stop, I could not. I pulled my fingers free and immediately shoved her tiny skirt up fully around her waist, exposing her completely. Grabbing her hips, I pulled her orgasming pussy closer to my lips as I leaned in and dragged my tongue up her soaked slit in one long, slow lick, savoring her perfect taste. Irene jolted, her hands flying back to my head.

“Oh god… your mouth… fuck..” She moaned loudly again, that husky tone fueling my hunger for her taste. I lapped at Irene’s clit like a starving man; licking, sucking, tasting, my tongue flicking rapidly over her swollen clit while my hands roamed everywhere on her body. I squeezed her waist, traced the curve of her bare back as she arched her back in pleasure, then reached up to grope her tits, rolling and pinching her nipples between my fingers. The thought that the door was unlocked and anyone could knock at any second made pleasuring her feel that much filthier, especially as Irene’s legs were spread on the sofa and my face was buried between her thighs for anyone to see.

I kept sucking her sensitive clit into my mouth, humming vibrations against it as I pushed two fingers back inside her, thrusting faster. Irene’s moans were low, breathy and constant that grew louder with every curl of my fingers, making sure anyone from her staff or the production team would know what was going on in the waiting room.

“Yes… eat me out… I’m—mmhh—close again..” She submitted fully to my touch and the pleasure I was giving her, her hips grinding against my face, chasing her orgasm without shame. Her wetness coated my chin, sweet and slick, an aphrodisiac fueling my own arousal.

I added a third finger, stretching her, thrusting that perfect rhythm while my tongue worked her clit relentlessly. Her second orgasm hit harder, her body seizing as Irene cried out. “Ahh.. cumming! Don’t stop baby..” Her thighs clenched around my head the way her pussy clenched around my fingers, her fingers tugging my hair almost painfully as she orgasmed on my mouth.

I eased Irene through it with softer licks, then pulled back just enough to catch my breath. Rising up, I captured her lips in a deep and filthy kiss, the first kiss of the morning, letting her taste herself on my tongue. Irene melted into it, arms wrapping around my neck as she kissed me back hungrily, her body still trembling from the aftershocks.

We stayed like that for a moment, lips moving in sync, tongues pushing against each other, tasting each other's mouth as much as we could. Our loud, filthy makeout session only fueled our lust as I could feel her hands sliding down my chest, tugging at my shirt impatiently.

“I am yours to ruin, baby,” Irene whispered against my lips, a small smile playing there despite the flush on her cheeks. There was a hint of playful submission in her tone as if she was giving in to whatever came next, trusting the pleasure I could give her. “And I will,” I replied, nipping at her bottom lip. “I want your staff to know how loud you get when you let go.”

I stood up as I pulled her up with me just enough to turn her around, bending her slightly over the arm of the sofa. Irene’s skirt was still bunched at her waist, breasts hanging free as she braced her hands on the cushions. From this angle, the curve of her ass and the glistening wetness between her thighs was on full display only for me. I knelt again behind her, spreading her legs wider.

My hands gripped her perfect waist, thumbs stroking the bare skin there as I leaned in to eat her out from behind. Long, slow licks from her clit all the way up, savoring every drop, inhaling her musk and arousal fully as my nose pressed against her pussy to her puckered hole with every lick. Irene moaned loudly into the sofa cushion, muffling it slightly before giving up and letting it out loud. “Mmm, eat me out… ruin me…”

I alternated between sucking Irene’s clit and fucking her with my tongue, my hands roaming up to squeeze her hanging breasts, pinching her nipples, then sliding back down to grip her ass cheeks, spreading her open for me. The taste of her arousal, her soft and warm skin under my palms, the husky timbre of her moans echoing in the room; all combined into me licking her, touching her, pleasing her better, more intensely.

Irene came a third time like this, pushing back against my face with desperate little rocks of her hips. “Fuck, I’m cumming again..” Her voice was broken and huskier than usual due to constant moaning, body shaking as I held her waist to steady her through the orgasm, neither my mouth nor my hands resting for a bit.

When Irene finally caught her breath, I pulled her back down onto the sofa, this time straddling my lap as I sat. Her bare breasts pressed against my chest, nipples hard points rubbing through my shirt. We kissed again, slower this time; as her hands cupped my face, mine exploring every inch of exposed skin: the dip of her navel, the elegant line of her spine, the soft fullness of her thighs.

“You’re still so wet for me, Irene.” I murmured between kisses, sliding a hand between us to rub her clit lightly. Irene whimpered, a soft, needy sound in that husky voice, still wanting more. “I can’t help it baby… you make me feel like this,” she admitted, grinding down against my fingers. I took my pants off, my cock hard and aching and leaking from pleasing and feeling Irene’s body and making her cum again and again. She looked at my eyes first, then as she looked down, her hand wrapped around my cock, stroking slowly and guiding the tip to her entrance.

I thrust up into Irene slowly, burying myself fully, feeling the tight heat of her pussy enveloping me completely. She threw her head back, her arms on my shoulder. “Ohhh… so full…” We moved together, Irene riding me with increasing urgency, breasts bouncing softly right in front of my face. My hands gripped her waist, guiding her, then roaming up to play with her tits as I squeezed, sucked and bit gently. The sounds were filthy and loud and clear; our wet skin slapping, her wet pussy taking my cock over and over, and those constant, beautiful moans from her low voice.

“Harder… please, like you own me..” Irene gasped, her mind clouded with pleasure as she blurted something this submissive for the very first time. I obliged immediately, her words fueling my lust as I thrusted up hard to meet her, one hand slipping between us to rub her clit. The sofa creaked beneath us, a reminder of how recklessly we were doing this in the waiting room where anyone could interrupt.

Irene’s fourth orgasm built faster than I would have thought, her walls clenching around me rhythmically, tightening her grip on my cock every time. “I’m.. fuck… I’m gonna cum on your cock” She cried out loudly as if she wanted her staff waiting outside to know. Her body shuddered as she came hard, milking my cock with pulsing contractions, her pussy made slicker with her orgasm, feeling all that more heavenly.

I was transfixed looking at Irene being flushed all over, moaning, completely lost in pleasure, and my orgasm built immediately. I pulled out at the last second, spilling my cum straight upwards across her stomach and breasts. Irene watched with eyes clouded with pleasure, then scooped up some of my cum with her fingers and tasted it, that innocent-yet-sinful contrast making my still hard cock twitch with anticipation.

We collapsed together on the sofa, tangled and breathing hard, us kissing each other everywhere we could. After a few minutes of messy kisses and wandering hands, I laid Irene back down, spreading her legs once more. This time I took my time, kissing down her body as I lingered on her navel and the sensitive skin of her inner thighs before teasing her with my mouth, tasting the familiar taste of her arousal yet again.

My cock was hard and ready the entire time I was enjoying kissing and touching her body after fucking her, and I pushed my cock inside her inviting pussy again, this time slower and deeper. My body pressed up onto hers as I started fucking her missionary on the sofa so I could watch her face. We rocked together softly, our bodies slick with sweat, the room filled with the scent of sex and her natural musk. My hands never stopped moving: tracing her waist, cupping her breasts, pushing my thumb inside her mouth as she softly sucked on it, our eyes locked onto each other all the while.

Irene came once more around me, pulling me close, nails digging into my back as she moaned my name. I followed soon after again because making her cum on my cock was just that satisfying, cumming inside her this time with a deep groan.

We lay on the waiting room’s sofa afterward, catching our breath, her head on my chest as I stroked her hair and bare back, her pearl headband still adorning her beautiful black hair after all we have done. Irene traced lazy patterns on my skin with her fingers, still trembling occasionally from the afterglow. “That was… intense,” voice laced with satisfaction. “I can’t believe we did that in the waiting room as my staff waited right outside.”

“We should have done this earlier,” I replied, kissing her forehead like I’d imagined after seeing her photo, but with far less innocence. “You’re insatiable, Irene. And much more submissive with an audience present.” I paused, looking at her eyes with promise.

Irene’s outfit for today’s Biggest Fan Music Core stage was one of my favorites. A white dress, adorned with laces that showed off her pretty shoulders, straight jet black hair contrasting her pale skin, and her light pink lips glossy and perfectly kissable. But somehow, her glasses were the draw for me today. On anyone else, it would have looked flimsy, but on Irene, it elevated her to heights of beauty only she could reach, lending her an air of authority. Or maybe, I just had a thing for glasses.

When I entered her waiting room at 4 in the morning, my eyes were heavy with sleep, my body lethargic, but my heart was buzzing with excitement. Irene was just getting the finishing touches on her makeup when I saw her reflection on the mirror, and it felt like a jolt of electricity passed through my entire body. Irene knew the effect she had on me just from my dumb expression when she matched my eyes through the mirror. Even if my face did not show my excitement, my bulge would have given it away to Irene anyway. There’s not much that she did not notice.

So, when Irene ordered me to take off my pants, my hands went straight to the button of my jeans, fumbling to undo the buttons. Irene enjoyed how eager and desperate I was, watching me through her glasses with a smirk. By the time I pulled my pants down to my knees, Irene was standing close to me. Too close, yet not close enough.

Her unique smell, something floral and light, hit my nose first. Then the amber. Then musk, her unique, perfectly enticing musk. I could not think of anything other than the goddess right in front of me, every ounce of my being screaming for Irene, my olfactory sense overwhelmed in just one moment. The rest were not far behind.

She stepped on my pants stuck to my knees, pulling them down to my feet. I immediately pulled my legs up, my lower body bare except for my underwear.

“Someone is eager, huh?” Irene softly rubbed the outline of my cock, already a bit wet from my leaking precum. Tugging on my waistband, she led me to the sofa at her waiting room.

“Lie down.”

I obeyed. Like the perfect little boytoy that I always strived to be.

Irene laid down beside me on the large sofa, her hand never letting go of the waistband, as if to tease, or to torment. Her perfect face was just beside mine; her warm, perfect body, dressed for the music show performance she was about to record, pushing against mine. Her perfect lips, lightly glossy and so, so kissable, whispered something to my ear.

“I just got my hair and makeup done and I don’t want to redo them again.” Irene tugged on the waistband of my underwear again, not quite touching my aching cock under the restraint of my clothing. “But I will let you taste my lipstick a bit. Everything else is off limits for now. Deal?” She concluded her offer by sucking on my earlobe softly, making a shiver run through my spine just from the sensation of her lips on my skin.

“Deal.”

Irene’s eyes sparkled behind those delicate glasses as she smiled, that knowing, dominant little curve of her lips. She shifted closer on the sofa, her lace-gloved hand finally slipping beneath the waistband of my underwear. I could feel the lace fabric brush against my skin as she slowly dragged it over my thighs, freeing my throbbing cock. It sprang out, heavy, the head smeared with precum already, the cool air of the waiting room brushing over the sensitive head and making me twitch.

Irene didn’t wait anymore. Her mouth found mine in a deep, claiming kiss, her glossy lips pressing firmly against me as she took complete control. The taste of her lipstick was sweet and faintly fruity, mixing with the warmth of her breath as her tongue pushed past my lips immediately, without hesitation. The kiss was sloppy right from the start, exactly how she liked it; wet and noisy and utterly consuming. The soft, slick sounds of our mouths moving together filled the quiet room, Irene’s tongue swirling around mine, sucking gently at first, then more demandingly. I moaned into her mouth as her lace-covered fingers wrapped around the base of my cock.

The texture of the lace was unlike anything I had felt before; slightly rough, delicate yet firm, a delicious contrast against the hot, sensitive skin of my cock. Irene stroked slowly at first, from base to tip, her grip confident and teasing. My precum was already flowing freely, coating her gloved hand in shiny streaks that made every glide smoother, wetter, better. The lewd, slick sounds of her hand pumping me mixed perfectly with the wet sounds of our sloppy makeout.

“Mmmph…” I groaned against her lips, my hips bucking instinctively.

Irene pulled back from the kiss just enough to whisper hotly against my mouth, her breath mingling with mine. “Stay still, baby. Don’t move. You don’t get to touch mommy right now. Just feel what I’m doing to you.” Her voice was low and husky with arousal, the authority in it sending another shiver down my spine.

Irene dove back in, kissing me harder, her tongue exploring every inch of my mouth while her hand worked my cock, making me feel her perfect rhythm. Up and down, twisting slightly at the head, her thumb brushing over the sensitive slit and spreading more precum. The lace dragged deliciously, catching just enough to create that addictive friction. My balls tightened as pleasure built quickly, her body pressed warmly against my side, her breasts pressing against my torso under her white dress.

The kisses grew even sloppier. Saliva coated my chin as Irene sucked on my tongue, then my lower lip, biting it gently and lapping at it with her tongue to soothe it. Noisy, wet pops echoed each time she pulled back for air only to crash back in. “That’s it… such a good boy for mommy,” Irene murmured between kisses, her hand never stopping its relentless stroking. 

I was panting into her mouth, my whole body trembling with the effort to stay still like she ordered. Irene’s grip tightened, focusing on the head for a few torturous pumps before sliding back down to the base, squeezing there. More precum leaked out in thick beads, dripping down her fingers and onto my stomach, making everything messier.

Irene moaned softly into the kiss, a sweet, breathy sound that engulfed my auditory sense. She enjoyed this power she had over me, the way she could reduce me to a whimpering mess while staying perfectly composed in her stage outfit. Her free hand rested on my chest, not letting me touch her, just holding me down gently as a reminder.

“Mommy… feels so good,” I gasped when she briefly broke the kiss to let me breathe.

“I know, baby. Look at how much you’re leaking for me.” Irene glanced down briefly, her glasses slipping slightly down her nose, before capturing my mouth again. Her tongue fucked into my mouth in time with deep, rhythmic strokes on my cock, dominating me completely. The floral scent of her perfume mixed with the faint musk of her skin and the growing smell of sex and spit in the air, anyone entering the waiting room later would immediately realize what had happened.

Irene’s lace glove was now completely slick, gliding effortlessly as she jerked me faster. She twisted her wrist on every upstroke, focusing on that sensitive spot under the head until my moans turned into desperate, broken whimpers swallowed by her kisses. The sofa creaked faintly beneath us with the subtle movements of her arm.

“Shhh, just enjoy it,” Irene whispered again, sucking on my tongue. “No touching. You’re mine to play with right now.”

My cock throbbed in her grip, veins pulsing against the lace. Every stroke was louder now, wetter, the precum flowing so much it coated her glove and dripped in strings onto the base of my cock. Irene’s breathing grew heavier too, her breasts pressing against my arm harder as she leaned in closer, her kisses turning frantic with messy licks, gentle bites, and deep suction that left my lips swollen and tingling and hungry.

I could feel my orgasm approaching like an unblockable tide. “Mommy, I’m close…” “Good boy. Cum for mommy. Let it all out on my pretty glove,” Irene purred against my lips before kissing me even deeper, her lips sucking my tongue completely as her hand sped up.

My orgasm jerked my body hard. I cried out into her mouth, my body tensing, toes curled, as thick strings of cum shot upwards from my cock. The first spurt landed across her lace-covered fingers, coating the delicate, white fabric in more white. More followed, splashing onto my stomach in warm streaks, some hitting her wrist as she kept stroking me through it, milking every drop. The sensation of the slick, cum-covered lace continuing to glide over my sensitive cock made me shudder and moan loudly, the sound muffled by her relentless kissing.

Irene didn’t stop right away. She slowed her hand but kept pumping gently, drawing out the aftershocks and sending shivers through my body again and again as she kissed me softer now, slower, savoring the taste of my desperation. Wet, sticky sounds filled the space between us as her gloved fingers played with the mess she’d made, spreading my cum over my skin and her lace.

“Mmm… such a big load for mommy,” Irene whispered, her voice laced with lust and satisfaction. She finally pulled her hand away, holding it up slightly so we could both see the way my cum glistened on the white lace. Then she brought her lips back to mine for another deep, lazy kiss, her tongue sliding against mine as if rewarding me. “You did so well staying still. Look at the mess you made… all over mommy’s pretty glove.”

My body buzzed with pleasure, the room feeling warmer now, mixed with the scent of my release and her perfume. Irene kept her body pressed against mine, her body heat seeping through her dress. She softly kissed the corner of my mouth, then my jaw, then peppered my face with kisses as a gesture of appreciation for my complete submission.

But Irene wasn’t done teasing. Her cum-slick gloved fingers traced lazy patterns on the base of my cock and my stomach, collecting more of my cum before she brought them closer to my face. “See what you did? Maybe at the next music stage, mommy will let you do more… but for now, this is all you get.”

Irene leaned in again, capturing my lips in another slow, sloppy kiss. Her tongue explored lazily, her lipstick completely ruined now as it had stained my face with soft marks already. I moaned softly, still sensitive and spent, but utterly addicted to her control.

The lace of her glove rested lightly on my thigh now, warm and sticky, a delicious reminder of what she’d done to me. All the blood in my body rushed to my cock again, making it hard and slick and ready.

Irene’s soft laughter shot right at my heart, and my cock. “My eager little boytoy… already getting hard again just from my lips? We still have time before the stage recording. Maybe mommy will have to take care of you one more time…”

Irene deepened the kiss once more, her hand sliding back toward my cock, lace still slick with my cum, more pleasure waiting for me through her gentle but firm dominance. The wet, noisy sounds of our mouths resumed, filling the waiting room as her fingers began their teasing strokes again, slow and deliberate, as I kept moaning her name again and again, against her lips.

I felt every sensation at a heightened state; her breasts pressing against my arm and chest, the delicate scratch of lace on the oversensitive skin of my cock, the sweet taste of her lips, the soft authoritative whispers between kisses reminding me to stay still and let mommy handle everything. Time seemed to stretch and shrink as Irene kept me on the edge with her expert hands and mouth. She was building me up again with patient, loving cruelty, using my insatiable craving for her lips to push me towards my orgasm yet again.

Irene’s glasses pressed lightly against my cheek as she tilted her head for a better angle, tongue swirling deeper. “Good boy… just like that. Let mommy make you feel heaven.” The words melted into another messy, saliva-coated kiss, her hand never stopping its slick, rhythmic work.

The minutes blurred into a haze of pleasure, moans, and her complete control. By the time Irene finally coaxed a second, weaker but still intense orgasm from me, my stomach and her glove were even messier, and my mind was filled with nothing but Irene; her scent, her taste, her voice, and the overwhelming feeling of being utterly hers.

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“Kneel.”

The heel of Irene’s black knee high leather boot on her right leg pressed on my naked chest, almost pushing me off my balance as I knelt.

“Why do you think you deserve to worship me?”

“Because I am your biggest fan?”

“You are not, but that’s okay. Mommy likes you.”

Irene pushed her heel harder, almost boring into my chest now. I did not falter. Instead, I looked up at her ruthless, devastatingly beautiful face; my back straight, putting all of my strength to stabilize myself. For someone as tiny as Irene, she always was freakishly strong, and I relished the sensation of her sharp heel on my skin, the physical pain contradicting the mental pleasure, my cock straining my underwear. My hands went up to caress her leg, touching the dark, cold leather of her boots.

“You haven’t earned touching mommy yet. Be a good boy and I will let you. Hands behind your back.” Irene’s voice was low, huskier than usual; the authoritative voice that could shush thousands of shouting Reveluvs in a moment.

I immediately put my hands back, letting myself submit to my goddess more and more. Irene’s eyes lingered on my face all the while, her eyes intense, filled with a domineering sense of lust. She pushed her heel higher on my skin, now onto my shoulder, her skirt rising up higher onto her waist. I tore my eyes off of her face and looked at the glimpse of heaven right in front of me, between her legs.

“Mommy is not wearing anything under her skirt. Can you smell how wet I am?” Irene’s voice was almost whispering, letting me hang onto her every word as I looked at her naked pussy under her raised skirt. All within my reach, if I just defied her and leaned forward, but I did not. Instead, I inhaled hard, taking in Irene’s unique musk that got intensified when she was aroused.

“I can, mommy. Can I taste you?” My voice shook as I asked to please my goddess, my hands restrained at the expectation of being rewarded.

“I don’t know baby, can you? You can just take what’s right in front of you, instead, you are asking me for a command.” Irene’s heel pushed harder onto my shoulder, making me fall on my back from my kneeling position. As I lay down on the cold, hard floor on my back, her boot was on my cheek now, caressing. It moved to my jaw next, then pressed softly on my throat, and then made its way to my lips. “Taste.”

My tongue lapped at the black leather of her boot, drawing long licks from the pointed toe to the sharp heel. Like a good boy, I kissed her boot all over, softly licking and occasionally sucking on the dark leather, my hands fully immobile. Irene let out a soft moan, her effortless restraint faltering a bit; as she became more aroused at my pure submission, me emulating on her boots what I would do to her wet cunt. My cock was fully hard, almost painful at how it was being denied of stretching fully, pushing against the confines of my underwear.

I stayed on my back on the cold floor, my tongue gliding reverently over the smooth leather of Irene's right boot. The bottom of her pointed toe pressed on my temple, the heel resting on my jaw; as she trampled on my face a little, her face contorted with a cruel satisfaction at inflicting pain on someone as willing as I. Irene gazed down at me with her sharp, beautiful eyes, her pale skin glowing under the dim lights, full lips parted in a smirk that was equal parts regal as it was deviant.

"Good boy," she purred, her voice sounding satisfied, yet greedy. "But Mommy has two boots. You don't get to neglect one. Worship me equally, or I will make you watch me pleasure myself without you."

I nodded eagerly, my cock throbbing painfully in my underwear, a wet spot already forming from precum. Irene stepped over me with graceful authority, her black leather boots planting firmly on either side of my head. She towered above me now, skirt still hiked high around her slim waist, revealing the glistening pink folds of her bare pussy. I felt dazed and hypnotized looking at her smooth, puffy lips slick with arousal, her clit peeking out like a pearl with arousal, demanding attention. I inhaled deeply yet again, her musky, sweet scent filling my lungs, intoxicating me.

"Look at mommy's pretty pussy while you worship her boots," Irene commanded, lowering herself over me in a squat so her pussy hovered inches above my nose and mouth. "Smell what you are doing to mommy as you lick the other boot. Slowly. Make love to it with your tongue like the desperate fan you are."

I turned my head to my side, extending my tongue to the left boot. The leather was warm from her body heat, cool and unyielding under my lips. I started at the heel, tracing its sharp edge with long, worshipful licks, then moved up the shaft, kissing every inch. Irene’s thighs flexed, toned and flawless, as she sat on my chest; her pert, round ass making contact with my skin. She was so fucking tiny, but her legs seemed endless in those boots.

"Mmm, that's it," she moaned softly, grinding her hips in a slow circle on my chest, slobbering her wetness all over my bare skin. "You're making Mommy's pussy drip even more, all shiny and ready. But you don't get to taste it until I say so. Keep licking. Suck on the heel like it's my clit."

The unmatched authority in her voice made me obey instantly, as I wrapped my lips around the stiletto heel and sucked it deep into my mouth, bobbing my head as if it were her clit. My eyes never left her bare cunt, the lips swollen and parting slightly with each subtle movement. Irene's fingers trailed down her own body, teasingly brushing near her pussy but not touching, denying herself as much as she denied me. Her long dark hair cascaded over one shoulder, framing that flawless face as her eyes were half-lidded in pleasure and cheeks flushed with arousal.

After what felt like an eternity of boot worship, Irene pressed her left boot against my face one last time. She opened her legs wide sitting on my chest, showing off her perfect pussy to me. "Enough. You've been such a patient little toy. Now, you'll get to worship my pussy properly. Mommy’s going to sit on your face."

Irene dragged her pussy over my chest to my face, then lifted herself up to place her tight little cunt right on my lips, her round asscheeks resting on my neck. Her skirt draped over my forehead, but her bare, soaking cunt pressed directly against my mouth and nose. The wet heat was intense, her slick folds smothering me in the most heavenly way. I could barely breathe, but I didn't care; this was paradise.

"Lick," she ordered, her voice laced with unparalleled authority. She rocked slowly, grinding her pussy against my tongue. I obeyed, dragging my flat tongue from her entrance up to her clit in long, deliberate strokes. She tasted divine, the way only someone like Irene could; salty-sweet nectar that I lapped up greedily. Her thighs clamped around my head, her boot heels pressed firmly on the floor beside me for balance. "Deeper now, baby. Fuck Mommy with that tongue. Show me how much you adore your goddess."

I plunged my tongue inside her tight pussy, thrusting in and out as she rode my face with increasing fervor. Irene’s juices coated my chin, my cheeks, dripping down my neck, and I could not get enough of the taste. I could feel her clit swelling against my nose as she shifted forward, using me like a living toy. Her moans grew louder, that perpetually calm voice now moaning soft, breathy whimpers that contrasted her ruthless control.

Irene's beauty in this moment was transcendent. From below, I caught glimpses of those perfect breasts straining against her top whenever her skirt moved off of my forehead. She was fully dressed except for the hiked skirt, the contrast of her elegant MV outfit against her raw, dripping arousal was driving me insane. My cock strained desperately, untouched and leaking, as my hands were still immobile.

"That's my good boy," she gasped, grinding harder. "Suck on my clit now. Gently… yes, like that."

I sealed my lips around her swollen nub, sucking rhythmically while my tongue flicked rapidly. Irene's body tensed, her hands gripping my hair as she fucked my face. Her first orgasm hit; her thighs quivering, a gush of fresh wetness flooding my mouth as she cried out my name. She didn't stop moving, riding out the rolling spasms of her orgasm, using my tongue to prolong her pleasure.

But Irene wasn't done. "Again," she demanded breathlessly. "I want to squirt on your pretty face."

I redoubled my efforts, driven by the singular desire to please Irene better. My tongue thrust deep into her pussy made much wetter with her orgasm, curling and stroking along her slick inner walls with frantic hunger. I alternated with sealing my lips tightly around her swollen clit, sucking with rhythmic, pulsing pressure firm enough to make her thighs tremble yet gentle enough to draw out those broken, melodic whimpers from her perfect lips. My nose pressed firmly against her mound, inhaling her intoxicating scent with every restricted breath.

Irene’s hips began to lose their controlled rhythm on my mouth. The graceful, commanding rolls turned erratic and wild, her small, powerful body bucking against my mouth as if chasing every spark of pleasure I could give. Her toned thighs squeezed harder around my head, the smooth leather of her boots brushing against my ears and temples with each frantic movement. One of her hands fisted tightly in my hair, nails scraping my scalp as she held me smothered beneath her dripping pussy.

Irene’s second orgasm built fast. Her entire body began to shake uncontrollably on top of me. The hot walls of her pussy spasmed wildly around my tongue, pulsing and rippling in powerful contractions. A fresh gush of her arousal flooded my mouth, but this time it was stronger, hotter, better. Irene’s hips stuttered, then slammed down hard on my face as the climax crashed through her.

Irene came hard; with a sharp, broken moan, her pussy squirted hot, clear fluid forcefully across my face in pulsing jets, splashing over my lips, tongue and nose. It filled my mouth instantly, sweet and slightly tangy, dripping down my chin and neck. I drank greedily, swallowing as much of her essence as I could, still frantically licking and sucking to prolong her pleasure.

Irene kept riding my face with selfish abandon, using my tongue and lips to wring out every last tremor of her orgasm. Soft, breathy aftershocks kept escaping her lips, music to my ears, as there was nothing like her husky voice moaning in pleasure that I gave her.

My cock throbbed painfully against the confines of my underwear, leaking steadily, aching for any kind of relief from the moment Irene pushed her boot on my chest. Every pulse of her squirting orgasm sent fresh waves of denied need surging through me, but I didn’t dare move my hands from my sides. I existed only to serve the goddess pleasure.

Irene’s movements slowed to lazy, lingering grinds, smearing her soaked pussy and the remnants of her squirt across my face as she finally caught her breath. She looked down at me with heavy-lidded, lust-drunk eyes; utterly dominant, devastatingly beautiful, even more so in her post-orgasmic glow. A slow, satisfied smirk curved her lips as she took in the mess she had made of me. She stroked my hair wet with sweat almost tenderly. "You worshipped mommy so well, baby. Now, as your reward…"

Irene lifted off my face, standing tall above me once more. Her cheeks were flushed, lips swollen from biting them, eyes gleaming with satisfaction and lingering dominance. She looked like the goddess of sex; flawless skin flushed red and dewy with sweat, that tiny yet powerful frame radiating absolute control. Reaching down, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of my underwear and slowly pulled it down, finally freeing my aching, hard cock. It sprang up, thick and veined, throbbing in the cool air, the head purple and covered in precum.

"Look at how hard you are for me," Irene purred, wrapping one delicate hand around the base and giving a single, teasing stroke. "Mommy's going to ride you now. But your hands stay on my boots only. No touching my tits, no grabbing my ass. You hold onto your goddess's boots like the good boy you are. Understood?"

"Yes, mommy," I groaned, my voice hoarse from licking her boots and pussy endlessly.

Irene straddled me, her boots planted firmly on the floor beside my hips. She hiked her skirt again, higher this time, exposing her dripping pussy hovering just above my cock. With one hand, she guided the head to her entrance, rubbing it teasingly through her wet folds made slick from multiple orgasms. "Beg for it."

"Please, mommy… let me inside you. I need to feel your perfect pussy on my cock again."

Irene smiled that maniacally beautiful smile, her mouth curving into a smirk, and sank down slowly. Inch by inch, her tight, wet heat engulfed my cock, feeling every curve and ridges of her pussy. I gasped at the sensation as her pussy was still pulsing softly from her orgasms. Fully seated, Irene let out a satisfied sigh, her clit pressed against my pelvis.

"Hold my boots," Irene ordered.

My fingers wrapped around the cool, smooth leather of her knee-high boots, gripping the shafts tightly just below her knees. Irene knew that this position would keep me submissive; arms extended, completely under her control. She began to ride me with deliberate, powerful movements as she rose up until just the tip remained inside, then slammed back down, her ass slapping against my thighs in delicious smacks.

My brain was hazy, witnessing Irene fucking herself on my cock. Her body moved with a dancer’s grace, breasts bouncing slightly under her top, hair swaying. Her face—God, her face, was a vision of dominant ecstasy; lips parted, eyes locked on mine, her flawless beauty twisted in pleasure she dictated every step of the way. Each downward thrust sent waves of ecstasy through me, her pussy clenching rhythmically, milking my cock.

"Faster, Mommy?" I dared to whisper, but she immediately slowed, teasing.

"No. Mommy sets the pace." Irene started rolling her hips in slow, grinding circles, stirring my cock deep inside her. The wet sounds of our fucking filled the room. Her continuously dripping arousal coated my cock fully and dripped down my balls. She leaned forward slightly, one hand bracing on my chest, the other in her hair, looking every bit the untouchable idol turned personal dominatrix.

Irene picked up speed gradually, bouncing harder, as I grabbed onto her boots tighter. I could feel every ridge inside her cunt, the way her pussy fluttered and squeezed my cock. "You're filling Mommy so well," she moaned. "Such a thick, good cock for your goddess."

My hands kneaded the boots, feeling the sharp heels and supple material all over as she rode me relentlessly. The denial of touching anywhere else only heightened everything else; the focus on her control, her beauty, her wetness, her. Irene leaned back, hands on my thighs for leverage, giving me an even better view of her pussy devouring my length again and again, as her clit rubbed against me with every motion.

Time blurred as she used my body for her pleasure. Irene varied her rhythm from fast and shallow, then deep and grinding to edge me closer, but never letting me cum. Her moans grew breathier, another orgasm building for her. "Don't you dare cum yet," she warned, her voice maintaining authority still. "Mommy cums first… always."

She slammed down harder, her small frame shaking with effort, boots planted like anchors. Her third climax hit with a cry, pussy spasming wildly around me, but Irene didn't slow. She rode through it, overstimulating herself beautifully, chasing more pleasure as she pushed me towards my orgasm.

As I felt I was about to cum, Irene slowed to a torturous grind. She looked down at me, skin glowing with sweat, that ruthless beauty softened only slightly by constant pleasure. "Do you want to cum inside mommy? Tell me properly."

"Yes, mommy," I panted, voice breaking. "I want to cum inside you. Your pussy is my altar, and my cum is my offering to the goddess."

"Good boy. Fill your goddess. Give me everything." Irene resumed riding with renewed vigor, tight walls clenching my cock perfectly. My grip on her boots tightened as I reached my peak. I exploded deep inside her, my cum gushing into her pussy as my balls tightened and toes curled from being edged for so long. Irene milked every drop I could give, grinding down and clenching her pussy constantly, her own smaller orgasm following as she took my offering.

From requests: Irene x Joy in their cheerleader outfits Seulgi in latex

Irene x Yeri

At the gym - Miniseries Chapter 1 - Irene, Lisa Chapter 2 - Joy, Jennie

Escort - Series - A male escort working in Seoul. His services are availed by women looking for privacy, and considering how kpop idols are obligated to repress their sexual cravings in front of the world, he becomes desired amongst female idols.

Chapter 1 - Seulgi, Joy Chapter 2 - Irene Chapter 3 - ??? (This is planned as a recurring series, incorporating a lot of different idols in a loosely connected narrative)

Beings from Mythology/folklore/fiction (planned one shots, may become series depending on the idol and the narrative choices) - Idols imagined as goddesses and deities from mythologies and characters from popular media, folktales, and horror. Was heavily inspired by Madrugada, flood lungs, and Incantations of the old moon for this. Please let me know if you have recommendations about an idol and a fictional character that you’d like me to write about.

Tomie Kawakami - Joy Korean virgin ghost - Seulgi Vampire - Irene/Joy Aphrodite - Irene Gaia - Jisoo Siren - Seulgi/Wendy Kakegurui - Irene The monkey's paw/obsession - Irene Succubus - Joy/Karina The Amazonians - tall female idols (not decided on the idols yet)

One shots

Three bunnies - Irene, Jisoo, Nayeon The White Lotus - Lisa Untitled - Isa Untitled - Irene x Wendy Untitled - Wendy x Rosé Untitled - Winter x Irene (possibly a Karina x Seulgi)

Based on Red Velvet song lyrics

Cosmic - all five Red Velvet members Perfect 10 - Irene Eyes locked, hands locked - Joy Marionette - Irene Irresistible - Irene/Seulgi

Unlike my previous attendances of SMTown Fukuoka and Seulgi’s fan concert and the subsequent marathon sex, which were directly orchestrated by Irene and Seulgi respectively, I came to Bangkok purely at my own volition. Joy did not contact me after Fukuoka unlike Irene and Seulgi, both of whom made sure to keep me hooked with occasional teasing messages, sometimes even sexting, when they wanted a confidant who they have used for their sexual pleasure before.

But not Joy. I assumed she felt conflicted about using me, as I knew Joy was someone who thought about things deeply to the point of overthinking and I could not fault her in the slightest. But I still had some hope, and somehow felt if she saw me in person, maybe something would happen.

While the fanboy in me was having a blast seeing Joy on stage and did not want the concert to end, the fucktoy (as Irene liked to call me) in me could not wait for the hi-bye session, where I knew Joy would see me. And I was hoping that she would maybe decide to use me for her pleasure again in a country that would allow her more privacy than South Korea.

During the hi-bye session, like thousands of other luvies, I met Joy’s eyes for two seconds, and I could sense a flash of recognition in her eyes immediately. I was so stunned by her beauty up close that I could not even smile properly, and the hope that she might contact me after recognizing me only came to my mind when I was already outside the venue in the middle of a walkway, dazed and confused and extremely horny.

And so, there I was, walking around the unfamiliar streets of Bangkok, checking my phone every two minutes, hoping Joy would maybe contact me tonight. I did not even know whether Joy had my number, nor was I sure if Irene had barred Joy or Seulgi from having sex with me after she got to know how I fucked Seulgi in the ass without Irene present. I did not know whether Irene would feel possessive over her fucktoy, but I secretly hoped for it.

Around 9:30, just as I was near Lumphini park, I received a text. Joy’s face flashed at the contact information.

“Are you back at your hotel already, oppa? Meet me.” “I am near Lumphini park right now. I can come to you.” “You know what? I have an idea. Wait there. Will be there in 10 minutes. Share your location.”

I shared my location. And waited. My listlessness was now replaced with nervous excitement, my brain rushing through all the possibilities, all of them sexual. I didn’t even know whether sex was on the table, but could not think of a reason for Joy to consider meeting me right after the concert if it wasn’t.

At 9:45, I felt a tap on my shoulder, just as I turned around, my senses were filled with the absolute beauty of Joy. She was wearing a crop top similar to what she was wearing in the concert, but the waist of her pants was lower. Way lower. Low enough to show off the white lace panties she was wearing. I wasn’t sure whether to look at her surreally beautiful face, or at her tits pushing through the constraints of her white crop top, or at her lace panties. The lace panties won.

Joy laughed, in her uniquely loud, melodious way, as she tilted my chin up to face her eyes. “Oppa, don’t be distracted already. We still have the rest of the night ahead of us.” I felt a blush creeping up on my face, my cheeks and ears red with embarrassment, but mostly arousal. Already. As Joy grabbed my hand, intertwining her fingers with mine, and started walking, I could hear a park guard say, “The park will be closed in 15 minutes. Everyone is requested to head to their nearest exit before the closing time.” Upon hearing the announcement, Joy pulled my hand and started walking faster, but not towards an exit. “Remember how I said I had an idea before?” I nodded, looking at her face, confused as to what she planned.

Joy pulled me right beside the trunk of an old tree, the park lights failing to illuminate the base. She pushed me against the cold, hard wood; her body pressed against mine. Joy leaned forward, her tiny, shining face right in front of my eyes, and pulled the top of her shirt down slightly to grab at something. My senses were overwhelmed; her soft breasts pressed against my chest, her lips so close that I could just lean in and suck on her beautiful, pouty lips endlessly, her post concert smell, sweat mixed with something floral, invading my nostrils. As I was distracted, Joy put something tiny and slick, almost like a half lengthed pencil, but much sleeker, in my hand. “Oppa, I got a new toy. I want you to try this on me.”

I tore my eyes from Joy’s face and looked at the thing on my right hand. A tiny gadget, attached with a chain that Joy had on her neck. Vibrator? I looked up at Joy, puzzled, as Joy leaned in closer to my ears and whispered. “Yes, it is a vibrator. Only for stimulation. I want something else for penetration, but for now, use this on me.” Joy grabbed my left hand in hers and guided it to her lace panties, using my hand to rub her crotch over her low waisted jeans. “Hurry oppa, make me cum before a guard sees us and makes us leave. I wouldn’t mind an audience, but I don’t want to get kicked out without cumming even once.” A playful smirk played on Joy’s lips, eyes already half lidded with lust as she commanded me in a way that was more persuasion and less dominance.

As my previous trysts had confirmed, I was good at obeying commands. I unbuttoned the top of Joy’s jeans with the hand she was using to rub over her crotch, turned the tiny vibrator on, and pushed my right hand, the vibrator grabbed between my fingers, inside her lace panties. Joy put her head on the crook of my neck, moaning softly enough for me to hear but not loud enough to attract an audience. Just as Joy directed my hand towards her clit, I could hear her moan just a bit louder against my neck, and what followed immediately was the sensation of the vibrator against her clit.

Joy bit my neck hard the moment she felt the vibration. Both her hands moved on my body, grabbing my ass to pull me closer, softly squeezing them over my slacks. My right hand held the tiny vibrator on her clit, ignoring her wet pussy for now, her slickness covering my fingers and her white lace panties. My left hand moved up, groping on her tits over her white shirt roughly, exhibiting no sense of control. Joy started planting open mouthed kisses on my neck; the sensation of her lips and tongue overwhelming my brain, licking and sucking, her red lipstick marking me all over. Pleasuring me, marking me like this in public fueled her own arousal, as she groped my ass and scratched my back with a fervor that made me feel dominated, and at the same time, desired in a way I rarely felt before.

My right hand held the tiny vibrator on her clit, increasing the intensity as Joy almost bucked on my hand. “Fuck, oppa, keep it right there. I am close already.” she said as she stopped marking my neck with hickies. My left hand lightly pinched on her hard, pebbled nipples over her shirt, then grabbed her tits again; squeezing them, kneading them, worshipping them the only way I could at that time. I could sense a few people within close proximity becoming a bit curious about us, but neither of us could care less.

Joy’s hand moved onto my crotch, grabbing my hard length over my slacks, her hand exploring the shape of my cock. At her touch, my cock became painfully hard, leaking precum into my underwear. But all I could focus on was how her lips pushed against my neck, how her smell, now mixed with the musky smell of her arousal was the sweetest thing, how soft her tits felt against my hand, and how absolutely fucking unbelievable it was to making Joy cum in the middle of a park in a country neither of us belonged to.

Joy’s mouth on my neck seemed to lose its control, roughly lapping and biting and sucking on my neck and earlobe now. She started pushing her clit against the vibrator harder, with a jerk in her body that clearly signalled she was about to come. I pressed the discreet button on the vibrator to its highest setting as it pushed against her clit, and Joy came with a loud moan. My hand and her white lace panties were soaked with the newly released wetness from Joy’s untouched pussy, and she squeezed my cock so hard over my slacks that I almost let out a loud gasp in the park. Both my hands continued what they were doing, my left hand softly squeezing Joy’s perfect tits, my right hand decreasing the vibrator setting to its lowest, letting Joy ride out her orgasm fully.

Joy’s mouth finally separated from my neck. Lipstick smudged, eyes still half lidded, cheeks flushed a bright red. She planted a soft peck on my lips. “That was a nice appetizer, wasn’t it, oppa? Let’s leave the park now. My hotel is fairly close.” She pulled my right hand by the wrist, making me leave the inside of her white lace panties, and squeezed her hand over the one on her tits softly. I buttoned her jeans and pulled it up so that her lace panties did not show, and licked her wetness on my hand and the vibrator clean.

“This is a nice gadget, Joy. Where did you find it? Also, you taste great.” Joy giggled at the compliment. “You know how I buy every gadget I see on SNS? This was one of the naughtier ones. And I know I taste good. I want you to taste the rest of my body.” Right after teasing me with what to expect tonight, she grabbed my hand and interlaced her fingers with mine again, and led me towards the exit.

Both of us were visibly disheveled. My boner was still raging fully with a visible outline, my pre-cum staining my underwear. My neck was marked with freshly made hickies and lipstick stains that Joy made. Joy’s bright red lipstick was smudged, her top was crumpled where I squeezed her breasts, and her walking, while confident, gave away how aroused she still was. She seemed to relish marking and being marked like this; showing the depth of her sexuality and kinkiness to the world, parading me around like a trophy in front of anyone who would look at us. Thankfully, not many were around, as it was already 9:58 and the inside of the park was a bit dark, limiting visibility for prying or interested eyes.

It almost felt like Joy was disappointed at the lack of an audience. She pulled my hand harder as she rushed to the exit, illuminated with bright lights, street vendors, guards, and some parkgoers waiting for their rides. As we stopped at the exit, Joy found her small but intrigued audience, our mutual marks visible for anyone interested enough in looking. If we were an average looking couple, no one would have cared; but Joy was anything but average. The sexy dynamite turned heads everywhere she went, and the exit of Lumphini park was no different.

I could feel my cheeks becoming flushed again, but Joy enjoyed the experience, standing tall and straight, eyes forward, with a haughty look that screamed, “Look at how beautiful I am, especially after I cum.” Embarrassed, I asked Joy, “Should I call a grab car?” With a small laugh, Joy replied, “Don’t be silly oppa, my car is nearby. My manager is tracking my location. She always does whenever I am abroad. She probably even followed me to the park, but left when she saw us under the tree. At least, I think she did.”

After five minutes that felt like an eternity to me but a blink to Joy, her car was here. The car ride was relatively quiet, Joy humming her songs, giddy with excitement, as she still kept her fingers interlaced with mine. My brain was foggy in the best possible way. A mix of excitement from what’s to come, a growing lust from what happened in the park, and a sense of contentment, understanding that Joy was still interested in me. Or in using my body, anyway.

“I thought you did not have my number, Joy. I came to the fan concert without expecting much.” I said to Joy just as she was humming Love Splash. “I did not, but I felt like not being with you tonight would be a waste when I saw you at the Hi-Bye.” she replied as she softly squeezed my hand in hers. “Where did you get my number, then?” I asked, a bit confused. “Where do you think? Irene unnie. She doesn’t mind that me or Seulgi unnie is with you. Probably doesn’t care.” Joy talked as she looked at me, a small hint of a smile playing on her lips. But my heart sank a little at the offhanded comment that Irene probably doesn’t care about me. Even after the rest of the night promising me heaven by letting me be with Joy, a small part of me missed Irene and the absolute control she had over me. Nothing less than a modern day Goddess.

Joy was still humming as her car stopped at the lobby of the hotel, pulling me out by the hand as she said goodbye to her manager. She led me to her hotel suit - spacious, with a clear view of the night sky of Bangkok - and pushed me on a large sofa, sitting on my lap. She grabbed my lips in a greedy kiss, all pent up from holding herself back in the car ride, pushing her tongue inside my mouth immediately. Her hand grabbed the back of my neck and pulled on my hair, and my hands went straight to squeezing her ass over her jeans. Both of us forgot to breathe at the intensity of it all as her hips grinded against my crotch, jeans over slacks, and she pulled her lips off of mine after biting and sucking my lower lip a bit, leaving me breathless and desperate and utterly horny for Joy.

Joy stood up and handed me a bottle of water. “Did you have dinner, oppa? I am starving.” Joy asked as if she was just reminded that both of us needed fuel, intentionally ignoring how horny she just made me. “Order something for us from the room service menu please. I’ll take a shower and come back. You can use the other washroom if you want a quick shower or something. I don’t mind you being sweaty and marked all over, though.” Winking at me, she entered the bathroom.

I quickly ordered some food, something filling yet light with a hazy mind; the sensation of her lips and her body and her smell not letting me think clearly. I could hear Joy humming as she showered, almost wanting to rush inside and fuck her then and there, but I enjoyed her teasing me and taking the lead. This was extremely sexy. Even after clearly wanting more, she could hold herself back enough to tease me and wanted me to lose control and almost succeeded. This is why I liked women in their 30s, they were more in control. More adept at wielding their sexuality as a weapon to control and a tool to please.

As I was setting the table with the food room service just delivered after taking a quick shower (left my neck alone for her lipstick marks to show), Joy came out of the shower, her body wrapped only in a white towel. My jaw was almost open at the raw beauty of Joy; her bare face radiated purity, but her body wrapped under the table was nothing but a sinful temptation.

Joy always was aware of the effect her body had on men, and seeing the look in my eyes, she laughed out loud. “Oppa, you like me that much, huh?” She pulled the top of her towel just a bit to show the top of her bare tits, pale white and extremely delectable, then pulled her towel up immediately, depriving me of the glimpse of heaven.

Extremely proud of the teasing, Joy had a self-satisfied grin on her face as she took her seat across mine, and started eating immediately. The smell of shampoo on her still wet hair hit my nostrils immediately, overpowering the smell of the food in front of us, as Joy kept humming Day by Day. “Joy, as a fan, I wanted to ask. Don’t you kinda miss being the sexy dynamite in your solo career? I love your solo songs, but they are not exactly sexy.”

Joy stopped humming. With a smirk, she looked straight at my eyes and bit her lower lip, moaning my name in a low voice. My surprised face was enough for her to laugh out loud again. “Oppa, I had been ogled by men almost all of my career because of my body. I enjoy it most of the time and feel much sexier now than I felt in 2017.”

Taking a sip of the water in front of her, she continued, “But being sexy is just one side to me. Just as I love our songs like Perfect 10 and Underwater to convey sensuality, I also love the softer emotions in my songs. As a longtime fan and someone who got to see me much closer than most, you understand that, don’t you?” Fully focused on the emotional, thoughtful side that made Joy my first ever bias, I replied, “Yes, I do know. I kinda love you for that, and my respect for you as an artist has grown much more due to that.”

Joy seemed to be satisfied with my answer, smiling brightly as she ate. Then she asked, “Speaking of missing something, don’t you miss Juhyun unnie? She was the one who found you.” Sensing the immediate change in my expression, she continued, “Did you feel sad when I said Juhyun unnie doesn’t care if you are with me or Seulgi unnie?” Trying to act nonchalant, I continued eating as I answered. “I am not in a position to miss her, Joy. I am not even sure if I have the right to miss her. All of the cards are in her hands, as is the control.”

Joy wiped her mouth with a fabric napkin, her food half eaten, and stood up, moving towards me. I could smell the lotion on her freshly showered skin mixed with the distinctive smell of her body as she leaned towards me. She grabbed my face in her hands, making me drop my fork and knife at her touch, more emotionally reassuring than sexually arousing this time. “Oppa, all of the members – except for Wendy unnie – all of us want someone that we feel attracted to, and can fall for. We never really had an issue with finding someone who is attracted to us, obviously.” Joy smirked at me again and stood up straight, twirling in front of me to show off her figure, and thus making her point. Then she leaned forward, her face right against mine, eyes marked with understanding. “But it’s not easy finding someone that we are attracted to, and that is where you are different from the hundreds and thousands of guys that we could have at any moment.”

Joy pulled me by my hand (she really likes to lead by action) and sat me on the sofa, cradling my lap again, guiding my hands to her hips, as she resumed talking. “I know why Juhyun unnie likes you. You submit well, do as you’re told and are a great fucktoy.” She laughed out loud, and brought her voice down in a conspiratorial tone. “Don’t tell unnie I told you this, but she said you are the most impressive of the guys she has dominated till now. You came five times in Fukuoka, for heaven’s sake.”

Pausing, Joy looked at my face, seeing it beam with pride and happiness at her confirmation. “You should have met unnie before 2020. She was angry and protective and worried all the time, and she channeled all of that in being absolutely voracious in her sexual appetite. No man was ever good enough.” Joy kissed my forehead softly. “You probably would have been.”

Joy stood up from my lap, the assurance in her body language replaced with something more seductive. She went around me and stood behind me on the sofa. As I tried looking back, Joy leaned forward and wrapped her arms around my neck from behind almost possessively, her lips pressed right to my ear, whispering, “But I like my man to be a bit more proactive. I like the idea that I can make men go so horny for me that they cannot control themselves around me anymore.” Joy sucked on my ear softly, feeling how burningly hot my ear got in her mouth, as she pushed her hand under my shirt, feeling my bare skin against her hand. “Just like unnie, I like control. I just exercise it differently, oppa. Way less dominance. I'll let you take the lead because I heard how much you enjoyed leading Seulgi unnie at the gym, but just a little.”

Joy softly pulled my face back, the back of my head resting atop the top arch of the sofa, my eyes pointed to the ceiling. Only, instead of the ceiling, my eyes locked with Joy’s. She was still standing behind the back of the sofa, but leaned forward to put her beautiful face right above mine. She planted a kiss on my forehead, then on my nose, then took my lips. Softly at first, sucking on my lower lip with hers, our noses touching each other’s chins, as she deepened the kiss with a moan. With her teeth grazing my lips, she pushed her tongue inside my mouth; warm, wet, so fucking delicious against my own. Her hands did not stop; one softly grabbed my throat, feeling the pulse with her hands, and the other caressed my chest, my abs, slowly inching forward towards my pants now.

Joy’s lips and her mouth and her tongue tasted like ambrosia, or at least the worldly equivalent of it. Hungry for more, I started softly sucking on her tongue, both moaning softly. Our breaths caressed, almost tickled our chins as we became more and more engrossed in tasting each other. Saliva from Joy’s mouth dripped on my lips as I slurped on her tongue, harder now, the smell of Joy’s body and her spit and her wetness overloading my senses. My hands reached over my shoulders, over the back of the sofa to grab her torso. My hands started exploring Joy’s breasts again, but under the towel this time, my bare skin against hers, soft and smooth.

Joy pushed her lips on mine, biting on my upper lip this time and let it go with a plop. “Don’t move your head.” Joy leaned forward more, her torso hovering over my head now, and took her towel off. Her bountiful, soft, pale tits were on my mouth immediately. From below, my arms wrapped around Joy’s waist, keeping her in place, as I immediately started sucking on her tits; my tongue busy licking her hard pink nipples, occasionally biting softly as a tease, lapping again to soothe.

Joy did not hold back. In that somewhat uncomfortable angle, Joy unbuttoned my shirt and latched onto my nipple immediately; the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure all over my body, my toes curled at the tingling feeling of her lips and tongue licking and sucking on my nipple. She moaned all the while, making me feel the vibration coming from her throat all over my body. I could feel Joy pulling my body to the arm of the sofa, our mouths still latched onto each other’s nipples, slurping and biting and tasting each other loudly. Just as my body was in a lying position on the sofa, my head against the armrest, slightly elevated; Joy let go of my nipples and crawled forward over my body. My mouth was missing the taste of her tits already, only to be replaced with something much sweeter.

My crotch was right below Joy’s mouth. But more importantly, Joy’s pussy was right above mine. The heavenly sweet pussy, her wetness smelling of her unique musk, engulfed my olfactory senses in a moment’s notice. I wrapped around Joy’s hips with my arms again, harder now, pulling her pussy right onto my mouth. I licked inside her pussy lips first, experiencing the unique taste of Joy on my tongue for the first time. I licked the inside of her pussy again, and again, and again, my tongue now pushing against her clitoris.

By the time my lips were softly sucking on her clit, Joy had unbuttoned my slacks and pushed them down and over my legs. My cock, hard and throbbing, was already leaking precum. Joy grabbed the base of my thick cock with her hand, her squishy tits squeezed against my lower stomach, as a giggle came out of her mouth. “You’re ready at a moment’s notice, aren’t you, oppa?” She spat on my cock, lubing it up, as she rubbed her hand up and down my cock slowly, her thumb rubbing the top of my hard cock to smear the precum all over. I moaned Joy’s name at the sensation, sucking on her clit harder, the fingers of my left hand now rubbing against her pussy, not quite entering.

The hotel room was now filled with the smell of saliva on our skin, Joy’s natural body scent mixed with the smell of her arousal, and the warm sweat of our bodies. I started eating her out harder, my mouth alternating between sucking on her clit and licking her pussy. I thrust one finger inside the inviting opening of her dripping cunt, curling it immediately to find the bump of her g-spot. Joy giggled again in the melodious way only she could, the delight from both my mouth and my finger pleasuring her beyond measure, as she spat on my hard cock again. She started rubbing my cock faster now, her lips encircling the tip of my cock as she used her tongue to lap up the precum.

My hips jerked involuntarily, trying to push my cock in the warm, wet hole that was Joy’s mouth. But her grip on my cock kept me in place and under her control, as Joy’s hand moved faster on my thick shaft, trying to squeeze the cum out of me. Her lips were still wrapped around the tip of my cock, but now she slowly started bobbing her head on my cock, hollowing out her cheeks to suck me deeply. The insane pleasure my cock was feeling from Joy’s heavenly mouth and hands only pushed me to pleasure her more, as I squeezed her asscheeks with my one hand, the other busy fingering her pussy. My mouth became relentless, sucking on and licking her clit with the singular focus of making her cum.

I could feel Joy’s pussy contracting against my finger, as if it were my cock it was trying to milk. The wetness from her pussy covered my lips and chin, and I slurped on her pussy and her clit like it was the only thing in the world. I added another finger inside her pussy and my fingers curled to rub against her g-spot, harder and faster. I could feel Joy’s pussy pulsing harder now, as her moans against my cock became erratic, my tongue relentless against her clit.

Joy came. With a splash of wetness on my fingers and tongue, she came. Her hips jerked, her pussy pushed itself against my mouth to feel more. I kept licking her clit and drinking in her wetness, as if I could not get enough of her slightly tangy but insanely sweet taste. My fingers kept moving in and out of her pussy, although I slowed down a little to let Joy ride out her orgasm.

The moment Joy came, she almost bit down on my cock in her mouth from sheer pleasure. I could feel her teeth against the skin of my cock, my toes curling and body tingling at the sudden yet not entirely unpleasant sensation. Her hand on my cock slowed its up and down cadence, her soft tits heaving against my body, as she rode out her orgasm and tried to catch her breath. The sweet taste of her orgasm, mixed with the sense of pride I felt at making Joy, my first ever bias, cumming twice already tonight, aroused me to no end. I could feel my cock throbbing harder, all hot and thick inside Joy’s beautiful mouth.

My lips were now pressing soft kisses on Joy’s asscheeks, squeezing and rubbing them from time to time. My fingers were still inside Joy, not moving, curled and pressed against her spot, relishing the sensation of her tight pussy and how wet I made it on my fingers. Joy released the tip of my cock with a pop and looked over her shoulder, her eyes locked with mine. “Oppa, wanna cum in my mouth?”

I stopped kissing her asscheeks to nod, and Joy let her wildside out fully, putting half of the length of my cock inside her mouth. She started bobbing her head faster, in tandem with her hand, both moving at an unrelenting pace. She gagged a little, her saliva dripping over the length of my cock, slicking it up for her hand to rub against. Her cheeks hollowed out, her hand squeezing my thick cock hard; I felt as if she would empty my balls in a heartbeat. And she did.

I came hard inside Joy’s mouth. My cum shot into her mouth in pulses. My hips jerked up in pleasure, my cum filling Joy’s mouth to its brim. Joy moaned around my cock as I came, her hand gripping the base of my cock, other hand on my thigh, softly squeezing my quads. I groaned her name, my fingers still resting inside her pussy, as I shot the last of my load inside her pretty mouth. Joy pulled her mouth off of my cock, and looked over her shoulder, locking eyes with me again. She opened her mouth, letting my cum mixed with her saliva drop onto my thigh in a splash, and smiled. It was probably the sweetest she ever smiled. Definitely the filthiest, though.

Joy leaned back, her cunt against my mouth again, and winced as her clit made contact against my lips. She was oversensitive from cumming twice, but her pussy against my mouth made me want to lick at her pussy again. “Oppa, you’re getting insatiable already. We still have the rest of the night, though.” She dropped down from top of me, making me already miss the weight of her body on mine, and picked up her wet towel to clean my cum off my thigh. “You are still hard.” Joy exclaimed as she grabbed the hard length of my cock, not softening even after cumming so much, and squeezed it hard. “Good. I like how horny you are for me.”

Joy pulled me by my hands off of the sofa and I followed her lead, as always. Our bodies were fully naked, covered with each other’s spit and cum, smelling divine and filthy at the same time. She led me back to the dinner table and started eating. “Let’s finish our food. We just burned off some energy, and we will need more.” I ate with her, transfixed at her raw beauty and at the absurd domesticity of eating dinner with Joy after making each other cum. My cock was still semi hard, because I just could not have enough of the sheer beauty in front of me; her beautiful face, her plump lips, her large eyes, her squishy soft tits, and her delicious, tight pussy. The fact that Joy would allow me to have her again and use me for the rest of the night kept me excited and hard, even as we ate.

Just when we finished eating, Joy sat on my lap again; her soft, bare skin against mine, her pussy almost touching my cock. “Take me to bed.” she softly whispered against my ears. I stood up with her; my arms grabbing onto her ass to pull her up; her arms across my shoulder and her long legs wrapped around my waist, my fully hard cock sliding against her warm pussy. She peppered my face with kisses again and again in the short walk to the bed, as I softly lay her down on the white sheets, Joy’s black hair framing her beautiful face under the dimmed light of the room.

Joy kept latching onto my body, pulling me closer, letting my body weight press against hers. My cock was ready, almost aching at how hard it felt, and I pushed the tip of my cock against her slick, inviting pussy. I leaned down and kissed her lips, softer now, my affection for Joy pouring into the kiss as I sucked on her lower lip. Joy moaned against my mouth and tightened the grip of her long legs on my waist, pulling me inside her immediately. Her pussy felt like it was made for my cock, my length pushing into her, feeling the slick warmth engulfing my cock as I bottomed out, stretching her around me.

“I thought about your cock every night, oppa, how nicely it stretched me out in Fukuoka.” Joy murmured between kisses. I started thrusting slowly first, letting myself feel how slick and wet and warm and tight her pussy felt around my cock. I looked at Joy’s beautiful face, eyes half lidded, mouth slightly open with soft moans coming out, and was mesmerized, unable to think even one single thought. I leaned down and started sucking on her tits, bouncing softly in rhythm with my thrusts. Her moans were just a bit louder now, her voice a symphony of pleasure and arousal. Her hands grabbed onto my hair and pulled my face down onto her tits harder. Emboldened, I softly bit on her perky nipples and sucked on them, my thrusts deeper now.

I leaned up a little to look at Joy’s beautiful face and her soft, bouncing tits, my hands planted beside her for balance as I fucked her faster. She looked into my eyes with affection laced with lust, and squeezed my throat; softly, tentatively. I could feel a strong surge of arousal immediately, my cock throbbing harder inside her warm pussy at her hand on my throat. I put my hand on hers and squeezed over them harder, letting Joy know she could do whatever she wanted to me, offering my full submission even as I was piling into her roughly.

Joy’s eyes lit up with a sense of control, and I could feel her pussy starting to throb and pulse around my cock as she squeezed my throat harder. Her cunt was impossibly wet now, leaking onto the white sheets of the bed. My hips continued their relentless thrusts, my cock fucking Joy’s pussy again and again. Joy pulled me down by my throat and whispered, “Let me ride you.” I grabbed her waist and pulled her up on my cock, sitting together and thrusting upwards into her, as I took her lips again in a messy kiss. Her tits were pressed against my chest, pussy gripping onto my cock like it would never let me go as she bit on my tongue, soothing it with her own. All the while, Joy’s hand did not leave my throat as it squeezed harder, almost making me gasp.

Joy pushed me on my back with her hand, controlling my every move as if I were her marionette. Her hand kept squeezing my throat as she started grinding her pussy against my cock, her clit rubbing against my pelvis. I let a soft moan out, my hands gripping her waist, trying to thrust into her faster. At my desperation, Joy smiled, her hand squeezing my throat harder, branding over the hickies and lipstick marks she left on my neck at the park with newly forming bruises. My brain was overloaded with pleasure, the grinding of her pussy on my cock agonizingly blissful. My hand moved from her hips onto her clit, another groping her tits hard.

Joy started riding me properly now, her eyes half lidded, one hand firm on my throat, another on my chest for balance as she fucked herself on my cock, again and again. My hands kept rubbing her clit and nipples, as I was still focused on making her cum. But the pressure of her hand on my throat, the sheer beauty of Joy’s face contorted with pleasure as she rode me, and her pussy pulsing and squeezing harder against my cock; all proved to be a bit too much, making me cum inside her. I came with a loud groan, my balls emptying everything inside Joy’s wet, pulsating pussy as she kept riding me at the same pace, a smirk on her lips. 

The added slickness from my cum and her wetness made it easier for Joy to ride me faster. And she did. Joy started chasing her own orgasm now, the third of the night. I kept rubbing her clit and her nipples even as my body jerked with the pleasure of my own orgasm, cock still hard from Joy’s heavenly pussy, and she came with a splash again, but on my cock this time. With a scream, Joy leaned forward, falling on top of me, exhausted. I grabbed her with my arms across her, softly thrusting my cock inside her impossibly wet pussy, now made even slicker with our combined cum. 

Joy pulled her face up and kissed my lips, satisfied and possessive. “You came really fast this time. Was I that sexy?” She knew the answer to that question, as a smirk lurked on her lips. Yet I replied, my arms still around her body, my cock still inside her, our lips locked in slow kisses, “Looking at your beautiful face and tits with your hand on my throat was a bit too much for me to handle, Joy. You are that sexy.” 

“Is that why you’re still hard? Even after cumming?” Joy started grinding her hips again, her pussy clenching my oversensitive cock. I moved my hands onto her asscheeks and squeezed them, my thumb grazing the warm skin of her asshole. Her body jerked at the sensation, as she kept grinding on my cock, our mixed cum slowly ruining the white bedsheets, the entire room smelling of sex. Joy’s heady pheromones and musk were making me intoxicated, directly feeding my arousal and making my cock throb inside her pussy. 

“Joy, can you turn around? You’ll make me cum fast again if I keep looking at your perfect face.” Joy’s face brightened up with the biggest smile at my filthy compliment, so radiant that I could see it clearly under the dimmed lights of the bedroom. She kissed my lips again, softer, more appreciative, and pulled herself off of my hard cock, making me groan softly in the absence of the warm embrace of her sweet pussy. Our mixed cum dropped on the bedsheets, ruining it further, but all we could focus on was the pleasure we were making each other feel. 

Joy, lying face down on the bed now, arched her hips up and wiggled her ass towards me teasingly. I grabbed her asscheeks and pushed my cock inside her pussy again, pushing my weight down on her in a pronebone position. Joy pushed her legs apart to accommodate me in between. As she felt my cock hit her sensitive pussy from a different angle, she moaned into the bedsheet. 

Her ass felt perfect in my hands. Soft yet toned, perfectly round and supple. With the rough squeezes and grabs of my hands, the pale skin of her ass reddened fast. I squeezed Joy’s asscheeks hard, hammering into her pussy fast right from the start. Her asscheeks jiggled softly every time I drove into her, softly slapping against my hips with loud smacks. I could hear Joy’s moaning into the bedsheet again, but her words were clearer this time. “Oppa, go harder. Spank your naughty Joy.” 

I spanked Joy’s ass immediately. First, a sharp spank on her right asscheek, her skin reddening more at the contact. Joy inhaled sharply at the tasty mix of pleasure and pain, relishing in how she had been making me lose control again and again. My head was blurry with the possessiveness in her command, my left hand spanking her left asscheek right after. Joy moaned my name this time in a low, husky voice, laced with pleasure. I grabbed onto her asscheeks again, just where my hands had made contact, feeling her red hot skin under my palms. My cock kept thrusting inside her pussy that pulsated around my throbbing cock every time I spanked her, enveloping my senses with a slick warmth. 

I leaned down and kissed Joy’s back, my lips traveling up the pale skin of her toned back with open mouthed, greedy kisses. My hand left her asscheeks, softly grabbing her still wet black hair, and pulled a bit, revealing the beautiful nape of her neck. I leaned down fully and kissed her there, softly sucking and licking the skin right under her hair, the smell of her shampoo hitting my nose directly. My thrusts became slower, deeper now, fully focused on relishing the taste of her skin on my lips.

Joy tilted her head to the left, her neck, cheeks, and lips visible under the lights of the hotel room, all ready for my lips to taste again. As I fucked her slowly, my lips traveled from the nape of her neck to everywhere it wanted. I kissed the skin under her ear; warm, beaded with sweat, tasting salty in my mouth as I licked it clean. My lips grabbed onto her earlobe now, sucking them softly, a small laugh coming out of Joy’s lips from the tickling sensation. I kissed her cheek, my tongue lapping against her soft skin, filthy yet intimate. Joy parted her lips in anticipation, her tongue pushed out just a little. I took her lips again, softly sucking on her lower lip first. She pushed her tongue inside my mouth for me to suck on again, and I obliged, maintaining the slow rhythm of fucking her pussy. 

Leaving Joy’s perfect lips, I leaned back up again. I grabbed onto her asscheeks, squeezing them apart to reveal the pink, puckered skin of her asshole. My thumb pressed onto the warm skin of her rim. I could hear Joy moaning louder immediately, permitting me to go further. As I kept thrusting into Joy’s dripping wet and slick pussy, I spat on her asshole, lubing it up just a little. My thumb softly pushed into her tight opening but not yet entering. Joy gasped loudly, then pushed her ass against my thumb, eager for what was next. I pushed harder now, my thumb making way into the extremely tight and hot insides of her entrance.

Joy’s pussy became wetter at the dual sensation, my cock drenched with the wetness of her arousal. Her pussy throbbed harder against my cock now, trying to milk me completely. With my free hand, I spanked Joy’s asscheek again and again, making her pussy contract harder every time I did so. Her hips arched upwards as she came with a loud moan, soaking my cock and the bed with her arousal yet again. I did not slow down, if anything, I fucked her faster now; my thumb fully inside her asshole, my hand spanking her ass sharply, my cock pistoning in and out of her unbelievably wet and heavenly tight pussy. 

“Oppa, I am cumming again. Oh Go-” This is all Joy could say before she felt another orgasm, more intense than the last. Her pussy and asshole contracted around my cock and thumb so hard that I almost saw stars. I could feel my own release building in my core. I pulled my thumb out of her asshole with some effort and grabbed her hips hard with both my hands as she kept writhing at the sensation of her own orgasm. I pulled my cock out of her pussy, throbbing and painfully hard.

“What are you doing?” Joy groaned at the absence of my cock inside her pussy and I shot my load all over Joy’s back. The first spurt of my cum landed between Joy’s toned shoulder blades, the second spurt fell on her lower back, and the third dripped onto her asshole and pussy. I fell forward on top of her as this orgasm drained all of my energy and my balls completely, my cum on her back smearing all over my chest and stomach.

With an impressive show of strength, Joy turned around under me and grabbed my face with her hands. Both of us were panting heavily with our releases, and Joy kissed my lips between gasps, her arms over my neck and legs around my waist, just like when I dropped her on the bed for the first time tonight. “You were so good, oppa.” She smiled against my lips, laughing out loud at a sudden realization. “But the bed is ruined though. Our cum is smeared all over the bedsheet. Where will we sleep?”

“Do we need to sleep? Didn’t you say you wanted to go all night? It’s only 1:30” I asked Joy between kisses, glancing at the clock to confirm the time. “Can you?” A sudden hint of arousal showed in Joy’s eyes amidst the exhaustion as she asked me. “Not right now. After a shower, maybe?” She squeezed me against her at my reply, almost clinging, happy and excited about the idea. “Let's stay like this for now, then, rest a little. Then we will see.” She winked at me in a playful way that would almost be cheesy if it weren’t so sexy.

The rest of the night and the early morning were a blurry mix of sleeping and eating and fucking. We showered, rubbed on each other with soap, and I ate Joy out as the water ran all over us. She called room service at 3 in the morning to change the bedsheets and order some more food. After eating, I rubbed her clit slowly as I spooned her and fell asleep on the freshly laid bedsheet. Joy woke up at the crack of dawn, not because of the sun but because of how my morning wood poked her ass; and sucked on my cock as I was sleeping. I woke up in the middle of the blowjob and came all over Joy’s face; sleepy and aroused and perfect, and we fell asleep together just from the sheer exhaustion of it all. Then I woke up and fucked Joy again.

Heaven could never feel this good; achieving nirvana, never this gratifying.

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As Joy and I were eating breakfast on the dining table of the hotel suite (more of a brunch, really), my neck marked with the innumerable hickies from Joy’s lips, I received a text. From Irene. After no contact for at least the entirety of March.

“Do you really have nothing to say to me anymore?” Rosé’s voice was low, tight with something between fury and disbelief, tinged with the familiar accent that I could never get enough of. “After everything we were, you just walk away again like I’m a stranger?”

I looked down at her hand on my wrist. My pulse hammered under her grip, cheeks flushed already, ears burning just from an innocent touch. I hated how much I still wanted to lean into it, and myself for being this weak. Slowly I turned back. “What do you want me to say, Rosé? That I’m sorry I left? I am not. You did not give me a choice other than the one I had to make.”

Rosé didn’t let go. Her eyes searched mine, angry and bright. “You left in the middle of the night. Packed your shit while I was asleep and vanished. No note, no call, no ‘this isn’t working.’ Did I not even deserve basic closure? After three years together?”

I pulled my wrist free, but I didn’t step back. “You don’t deserve closure, no. But fine, I will give that to you.” I paused, trying to collect my emotions so that Rosé did not get to see how I felt. She did not deserve to, not anymore. “Every time we went out in the last year of our relationship, every single time, you’d start flirting with whoever was closest. That guy at the bar on your birthday, the one who kept buying you shots while I stood there like an idiot. The colleague from your old job who ‘just happened’ to text you at 3 a.m. about ‘work stuff.’ You laughed at their jokes like they were the funniest thing you’d ever heard. Touched their arms. Let them lean in too close. I watched it happen for months, and every time I had to tell myself it was nothing. Until I realized you were emotionally cheating on me. That’s why I left.”

Rosé recoiled like I’d slapped her, but her chin lifted in that defiant way, eyes filled with anger. “Emotional cheating? You thought that’s what it was?” Dryly, I replied, “What else was it then?”

My question hit a nerve, like she could not believe how blind I was. “You think I wanted those random guys? I flirted because you were never there. You were always at the office, always on another flight, always chasing the next deal. I was sitting in that apartment alone most nights, wondering if you even remembered I existed. What was I supposed to do? Wait around like some patient little girlfriend while you ignored me?”

I let out a short, bitter laugh, all the resentment crashing over me. “Don’t rewrite it. You wouldn’t have looked at me twice if I didn’t build the career and make the money that I did. You knew me when I was broke. Let’s not pretend you fell for the broke version of me.”

Hurt flashed across Rosé’s face, raw and unguarded for the first time. Her eyes glistened. “That’s what you think of me? That I’m so shallow that I couldn’t love you if you did not have money? It’s my fault for you to ignore me and my emotional needs and focus on your career only?”

I retorted, asking hypothetically, assuming I knew the answer, “Would you ever feel proud of your boyfriend if he didn’t have the same financial status as you, your peers and their boyfriends? Would you have ever given me the time of the day if I didn't earn much and clung to you all the time instead, seeking your attention?” Rosé ignores my gaze, the first time in the encounter. “Maybe I would have, maybe I wanted someone who looked at me like I matter, even if he did not have much money but had time for me.”

My anger finally boiled over. “Don’t kid yourself, Rosé. Both of us know you would not. It’s fun speaking in hypotheticals, but both of us experienced reality, didn't we?” I tried restraining my words, failing spectacularly. “You emotionally cheated on me for the last year we were together and you’re offended that I’m calling it what it was? I wanted stability, Rosé. Maybe it was boring to you, all the quiet nights in, how our future could look like, actually building something for ourselves that extended beyond mindless sex. I wanted a life with you. Marriage. Kids someday. The whole mundane, steady thing. And you made damn sure I knew it was boring for you, that I’d never be enough to hold your attention.”

Rosé stepped closer, voice rising just enough that a couple of passersby glanced our way. “You wanted all of me, and I could not give you that much. What the hell was I supposed to do? Just sit around waiting for you to finally look up from your laptop and remember I was a person and to give me your time and attention?” Her eyes filled with tears, but she kept going, voice cracking. “I wanted to make you jealous. I wanted you to see you were losing me. To finally fucking notice me before it was too late.”

I shook my head slowly. “And you thought making me jealous was the best way to go about it? That’s a really toxic way to get someone’s attention instead of just communicating like a normal adult. You chase the toxicity. The thrill. The proverbial “mean boys” who keep you on edge. And the second it started feeling too good, you actively fucked it up because it felt too safe, too mundane.”

Tears slipped down Rosé’s cheeks. She wiped them away angrily with the back of her hand, but fresh ones followed. “And you? You just left. Like I was nothing. Like I didn’t matter enough for you to even fight for us. You were so indifferent, so cold about it.”

“You were all I needed, until you decided to drive me insane, and then, indifferent towards you.” I said, my own voice thickening with the emotions I was fighting to keep hidden. “I was a doormat. You never once asked how I was feeling while you were busy making me jealous or chasing whatever high you needed that week. I couldn’t watch you with someone else, no matter what your intentions were. I’d rather leave you completely than stand there and pretend I was okay with it.”

Rosé moved forward again, reaching out, her palm hovering inches from my chest like she wanted to press it right over my heart, feeling how hard it was pounding for her. The heat of her body and the familiar scent of her perfume made my stomach tighten with a rush of pure want mixed with pain. I stepped back before she could make contact. “You don’t get to touch me anymore.”

Rosé’s hand dropped. Pain and something darker flickered in her eyes. “This is all we have between us now? Anger and resentment?” I kept my voice low, rough. “You made your choice by flirting with other guys. I made mine by leaving. Don’t pretend you’re the only one who got hurt here.”

“I only did it to get your attention,” Rosé whispered, voice raw, trembling. “None of the guys I’ve been with in the last two years… none of them made me feel what you did. Not even close.” The words landed like a punch to my gut. I could feel my anger surging immediately, irrationally even. I knew she was dating other guys, whispers through common friends made sure I could not fully stay oblivious. But I always had one question in the back of my mind.

“Did you later fuck any of the guys you flirted with when we were together?”

Rosé went pale, lips parting in surprise. “No, I flirted, let them buy me drinks, laughed at their jokes, maybe let them touch my hands.” She grabbed herself with her arms defensively, “Not sex. Never sex when we were together. I was too fucked up and now you act like I should have just…what?"

I pressed on. “That is not what I was asking. The ones you were flirting with while we were still together. After I left… Did you sleep with any of them? Be honest, Rosé.”

Rosé looked away, speaking slowly, laced with guilt. “Yes. Just one time.” It came out barely above a whisper. “But it didn’t mean anything. I was hurt. Lonely. I just wanted… companionship.” Her tone changed immediately, a defiance masking the guilt she felt. “So what if I did? I was single. You left me, I was angry at you. Does that make me a horrible person? Because according to you, it does.”

My voice came out louder than I intended. “You were free to do whatever you wanted after I left. I know that. I keep rationalizing that to myself. But the fact that you fucked someone you were already emotionally cheating with while I was still in your life makes me feel that you wanted to fuck them when we were together, and immediately acted on your impulses the moment I left.”

My voice cracked. “It makes me feel like I was replaceable. Like you wanted them the same way.. No not the same way, you wanted them more than you wanted me since I was in your life already, and yet you felt attracted to other guys. And I can’t live with that.”

Rosé’s lips quivered with anger and frustration, “You don’t get it, do you? I wanted your attention. But instead of communicating, you disengaged, as if I was already with someone else. I just wanted to be the one for you, but to you, we were already done.” She bit her lower lip hard, trying to stop her tears from streaming down, “And you are telling me that I deserved you leaving me because I played games? Fuck you.”

I felt my own sense of betrayal be replaced with a deep seated anger, “Did you expect me to tell you that Rosé, I noticed you flirting with other guys. Go ahead.? I am not a cuck. If you flirt with others in front of me, I would consider that as a clear sign that you are not attracted to me anymore, and it is the same as you being gone from my life.”

A sense of dejection replaced Rosé’s anger, as she started realizing the depth of my frustration, “No, I did not expect you to say that to me. I expected you to notice, to get jealous, to fight for me. But instead, you let me go. You accepted losing me.”

I doubled down on my anger, but now laced with the sense of what I have lost, “I think I clearly communicated my boundaries to you when we started dating, no other guys in any romantic capacity, ever. Of course I had to accept losing you when you brought other guys into the mix. I’d fight for you with my life, but not when you are interested in guys other than me.”

I turned to leave again, chest burning, needing air that wasn’t filled with her. “You wanted absolute loyalty,” Rosé called after me, voice turning mocking to cover the shake in it. “But people are messy. I was messy. Like absolute loyalty is something I could just give you on demand. As if you were ever fully loyal to me.”

I stopped walking, feeling the need to hold back my anger, nor my emotions, any longer. “I never wanted anyone else,” I said, turning back to face Rosé. “Not once in all the years we were together. And even after you broke my heart, I couldn’t move on. I haven’t dated. Haven’t touched anyone. Haven’t even kissed anyone.” I pause, voice shaky, “You ruined me for anyone else, Rosé. You were it for me. But clearly I wasn’t it for you. And I could never accept the lack of reciprocity, I respect myself too much for that.”

I started walking away fast, muttering under my breath, “This was a fucking mistake,” as the crowd provided the camouflage I was seeking after baring how much Rosé devastated me. Behind me I heard Rosé’s heels clicking, faster than a normal pace of walk should warrant, until she darted around and planted herself directly in my path, blocking the sidewalk. She lifted her hand toward my arm, then caught herself and let it fall, remembering that she didn’t get to touch me anymore. “You really hate me that much? Did you ever really miss me? Because I missed you every day.”

‘I wish I didn’t hate you. But all my love is gone, and the hate has only grown. I wish I felt indifference about you, instead of hating you and remembering how you made me feel small and undesired.” I pause, asking, “Why would you miss me every day?”

Rosé’s tears were in full stream, not being able to hold herself back anymore. “Because I loved you, you idiot. I loved you so fucking much that I threw it all away by fucking up. I’m sorry.” The words came out small and halting. The first real apology I’d ever heard from her in all our time together. “I’m so sorry.”

I felt my face crumple despite myself, my walls crashing down. “I’ve been in therapy for two years trying to get over you. Two years of weekly sessions, rewriting my entire life around the fact that you weren’t in it. And you just undid all the progress I thought I made.”

“I know,” Rosé whispered, eyes glassy. “I’m sorry. I didn’t understand how badly I hurt you. How much I took you for granted.” We stood there in the middle of the busy sidewalk, the emotionally charged conversation taking too much away from our energy to keep our walls up anymore. Rosé stepped closer. Close enough that I could feel the warmth radiating from her body again. Her perfect lips were parted, still glossy, trembling just slightly. My gaze dropped to them before I could stop myself. The memory of how they felt soft and demanding against my skin and the saccharingly sweet taste when they used to be pressed against mine hit me hard. I could feel a sense of desire, unwelcome and undeniable, threatening to overcome me completely.

“Did you ever think about coming back? About trying again? Because I still want you,” Rosé breathed, voice barely audible over the street noise, prompting me to move closer to her subconsciously, just to hear her voice, the voice that had control over me like a siren’s. “I want you back. I miss you. All of you.”

“I can’t go through this again,” I stammered, but my eyes stayed locked on her mouth. My heart slammed against my ribs. I could feel my thoughts becoming cloudy with lust just from the way her breath ghosted across my lips. “Are you worth wanting again? How do I know that you are worth the pain?”

Rosé leaned in until our mouths were barely an inch apart. I could feel the heat of her, the faint tremble in her lower lip, the way her chest rose and fell faster now. Her voice dropped to a whisper, for only my ears to hear and my eyes to decipher. “I won’t make the same mistakes. I promise. I don’t want anyone else but you.”

I feel my heartbeat pause for a moment at her reaffirmation, my heart not willing to hide how it really feels. “You are making me feel emotions I have not felt in a long time, Rosé. A deep rooted love for you. Hopefulness about what could be. Anxiety about what probably will be. A resurgence of pain that makes my knees buckle. Jealousy at knowing that people other than me have touched you. And a desire for you that feels overencompassing.

I looked up at Rosé’s eyes, seeing them twinkle with her tears, and maybe a bit of hope, as she asked, “Would it make you less jealous if I told you I hated every second of those touches? That I kept comparing them with you? That none of them felt right? Would it make you want to kiss me?”

The last shred of the sense of control I thought I had was gone.

I grabbed Rosé’s face with both hands and kissed her hard and desperate, right there in the middle of the crowded street. It wasn’t gentle, it was two years of grief and fury and starving want poured into one bruising clash of mouths. Rosé gasped into it, melting against me instantly, her fingers grabbing the front of my shirt like she was afraid I’d disappear again. Her tongue met mine, hot and urgent, and the familiar taste of her mouth and lips and tongue overloaded my every sense. My body reacted instantly as I grabbed her closer, my hips pressing forward against hers without thinking. She whimpered softly into my mouth with want and satisfaction, and for a few dumb seconds, the entire world disappeared except for the wet push of her lips against mine and the way her body fit against mine like we were never apart.

I pulled back first, breathing ragged, forehead pressed to hers. Her lips were swollen, glossy, parted, delectable. I could still taste her if I just pushed my lips against hers again, but I stopped. I had to stop.

“I need to think,” I said hoarsely, voice wrecked. “You need to think. Really think this time. You almost broke me last time. The fact that you still have this much power over me, that I am at your mercy, it scares the shit out of me.”

Rosé nodded, eyes glassy, chest heaving against mine. “Okay.”

I found her hands and squeezed them gently, thumbs brushing over her knuckles like I used to do when we were happy. “Three days. Then we meet at your apartment. We talk properly, consider all the factors realistically. Decide if we’re actually doing this again.”

“Okay,” Rosé whispered, squeezing back, her voice soft but laced with the same heat I felt burning under my skin. “Three days.” I let go and stepped back before I could drag her into another kiss that would make me forget every reason I should walk away.

As I turned and forced myself down the street without looking back at her again, lips still tingling with the taste of her, I reminded myself how the last time took all my resolve to leave her, and whether I actually can survive another heartbreak.

Then the realization set in, the one I have been suppressing for the last two years.

The realization that I’d happily give up everything I have just for another shot at being with Rosé again.

Three days had passed since that frenzied kiss on the sidewalk. We hadn’t texted. Not once. No “how are you?” No late-night confessions. We both knew how dangerous even a single message could be, because we realized how easily a simple “I miss you” text from Rosé could turn into something filthier, something that would cloud our judgment before we’d had time to think clearly and decide.

On the evening of the third day, I stood outside Rosé’s apartment door with my heart pounding harder than it had any right to. Everything felt both achingly familiar and brand new. I knocked. The door opened almost immediately.

Rosé stood there in a simple lacey white crop top, with a pair of blue jeans that showed off her toned midriff, a seemingly effortless allure to her that I knew I could not resist, even if the conversation did not go the way I wanted. Her blonde hair was down, wavy and loose, and she wasn’t wearing much makeup, just enough to make her lips look fuller and her eyes brighter. She looked beautiful. As always. Real. Like I could actually scoop her up in my lap. I had to actively stop myself from thinking this way, as Rosé stepped aside, and welcomed me in.

The moment I crossed the threshold, I could feel the electric pull. It felt almost tangible, now that we’d admitted we both still wanted this. But we were both trying to be careful. Mature. The kind of adults who had learned the hard way what happens when emotion overrides sense.

Rosé led me to the living room. The sofa was the same deep charcoal one we used to fall asleep on together after long nights. She sat on one end, tucking one leg underneath her. I took the other end, leaving a careful foot of space between us. Far enough to pretend we were still in control. For a long moment, neither of us spoke. The only sound was the low hum of the city outside and the faint tick of the clock on the wall. I didn’t even know where to start.

Rosé broke the silence first, her voice quiet but steady. “I’ve had a lot of time to think these past three days,” she began, fingers tracing the seam of a throw pillow. “And I keep coming back to the same thing. I was wrong. Not just about the flirting… but about how I handled everything. I should have told you I was feeling neglected instead of trying to make you jealous. I should have said, ‘I need more of you. I feel invisible when you disappear into work for weeks.’ Instead, I acted out like a child because I was scared that if I was honest, you’d still choose the job over me.” She let out a shaky breath. “I’m sorry for that. And I need you to know, if we do this again, I’m committing only to you. No games. No other guys. Just us.”

Rosé stopped and looked at me, waiting. Her eyes were hopeful, yet guarded, like she wasn’t allowing herself to imagine a future together just yet. I could see the faint rise and fall of her chest, the way her fingers tightened slightly on the pillow. I wondered if she was remembering the same things I was, the way her thighs used to clamp around my waist when she was close, the soft, heavenly sounds she made when I kissed her neck, on this very sofa.

I swallowed and leaned forward slightly. “I appreciate you saying that,” I said. My voice came out rougher than I intended. “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking too. And I owe you an apology as well. I didn’t communicate either. I let the hurt build up for months. Every time I saw you laughing with someone else, every late text, every time you pulled away when I tried to talk about the future, I let myself get hurt instead of talking to you. Instead of sitting you down and telling you how terrified I was of losing you, I just… shut down and left. That wasn’t fair. It was cowardly. I’m sorry for disappearing the way I did.”

My voice cracked on the last sentence. I cleared my throat, pausing for a bit. Rosé’s expression softened, but she stayed quiet, letting me finish. “The truth is,” I continued, eyes locked on hers, “I can’t resist the pull you have over me. These three days… all I could think about was you. How much I still want you. How much I’ve missed you. Not just the good parts like the way you scrunch your nose like Hank when you are really happy, or how you just sing without abandon in the middle of the night. I missed everything about you. Even the messy parts.”

A small, careful smile curved Rosé’s lips. The smile was happy, but still cautious. She hadn’t heard the words “let’s try again” yet, and she knew it. “I’m glad you feel that way,” she said softly. “Because I feel it too. Strongly. But… I can tell there’s more you want to say.”

I nodded. The sexual tension was thickening the air between us like humidity in a southeast Asian country during June, and I almost hated myself for not being able to think straight. I was hyper-aware of the way her white crop top clung to the curve of her small breasts (did I actually see her nipples harden under the crop top as we talked, or did I imagine it?), the faint scent of her body lotion, something warm and a bit like cocoa butter, that always used to drive me insane when it mixed with the smell of sex on her skin.

“Before we realistically get back together,” I said, keeping my voice even, “we need to set some clear parameters. So we don’t repeat the same mistakes. First,” I continued, “no other guys. At all. Not flirting, not ‘harmless’ attention, not even mentioning someone who showed interest in you. I know it sounds controlling or unfair, and maybe it is. But after what happened… the trauma of watching you give pieces of yourself to other men while I was still trying to build a life with you… I don’t have the capacity to handle even the suggestion of it anymore. If that ever becomes an issue again, even once, I’ll lose interest completely. I need this to be non-negotiable.”

Rosé was quiet for a long moment. She looked down at her hands, processing. I could see her weighing her old habits against the reality of what I was asking. The silence stretched, making me feel like an eternity had passed. Finally she looked up. “It’s not easy for me to hear that. Part of me wants to push back and say I should be allowed to be friendly without it meaning anything. But… I understand where it comes from. I saw how much it destroyed you. And I don’t want to be the person who keeps hurting you that way.” She exhaled slowly. “Okay. I agree. No other guys. Full stop.”

The relief that washed through me was immediate. “Second,” I continued, “our careers. We both have demanding jobs. I’m not asking you to slow down or give up opportunities, and I won’t do it either. We knew that about each other from the beginning. Late nights, travel, stress, being away from each other; none of that disappears just because we’re together. We have to accept that and find ways to work around it instead of resenting each other for it.”

Rosé nodded without hesitation. “I agree completely. My career is important to me, just like yours is to you. I don’t want either of us to become someone’s sacrifice and allow for resentment to build. We’ll figure out how to make time when we can, but we won’t blame each other when work gets crazy.”

The conversation felt mature and honest, exactly what both of us needed. But underneath it all, the tension refused to ease. Every time Rosé shifted on the sofa, the sleeve of her crop top slipped a little more off her shoulder, revealing smooth skin I used to kiss for hours. Every time our eyes met for longer than a second, I remembered how her pupils would blow wide when I was inside her. The worst of it was her voice, just listening to her speaking reminded me of how she could make me cum with just her exquisite voice.

She leaned forward slightly. “Can I add something?” “Of course.” I replied, keen to hear what she has to say. “Communication,” Rosé said firmly. “Even when it’s uncomfortable, no, particularly when it is uncomfortable. If I’m feeling neglected again, or insecure, or like I need more attention, I’ll tell you directly instead of acting out. If I’m scared you’re pulling away, I’ll say it. And I want the same from you. No more letting resentment build in silence until one of us explodes or runs. Even if the truth hurts in the moment, we deal with it together instead of letting it fester. We either talk it out or fight it out, but we do not let it build. And full transparency throughout. If someone hits on you at the office, no matter how harmless, I need to know. I will tell you the same if something like that happens to me.”

I felt a wave of warmth and a sense of relief, realizing our maturity and time apart might actually let us be together, for real this time. “I promise the same. No more silent exits. No more assuming I know what you’re thinking. We talk, even when it’s messy. About everything.” I laugh a little at the absurdity of the suggestion that someone may flirt with me at the office, the relief of her commitment lightening the mood. “You know nobody hits on me at the office, right? Or in general? I am not very approachable. But sure, I will tell you if that happens.”

We sat with that agreement for a moment, letting it settle between us. The air around me felt heavier, but I knew it was just my desire for Rosé clouding my head. My eyes kept drifting to her mouth. To the way her tongue darted out nervously to wet her lower lip.

Rosé’s voice dropped softer. “So… does that mean we’re really doing this? Giving it another shot?” I took a slow breath. “I want to. More than anything. But only if we both believe we can do it differently this time.” She smiled again, brighter than she has smiled till now, but still carrying that edge of caution and want. Then her expression shifted into something more vulnerable.

“Can I kiss you?” Rosé asked quietly, her heavenly voice conveying her want. “Properly this time. Not on a crowded street where we’re both half-panicked. Just… here. Where it’s only us.” I could feel my face flush in just one moment. Heat rushed through me so fast I had to clench my jaw to keep from pulling her onto my lap immediately.

“Yeah,” I said, voice lower than intended. “You can.” I paused a little, still hesitant about whether I should bare my heart to her in submission or not. “You do realize that your voice is my leash, right? There’s not much you can’t make me do if you tell me to do it in that voice of yours.”

Rosé smiled. A full, bright smile, brighter than any sun could ever be, and moved slowly towards, giving me time to change my mind, even after me admitting to the effect she has on me. She shifted closer on the sofa until our knees brushed. Then she leaned in, one hand resting lightly on my thigh for balance.

Our faces were inches apart. I could feel her warm breath against my lips, smell the faint mint from her toothpaste mixed with that addictively unique scent of hers. Her eyes searched mine, dark and hungry, but still hesitant. I cupped the side of her face gently, thumb brushing her cheekbone. “It’s okay, I want to.” I whispered.

The first touch of Rosé’s lips was tentative. Soft. Almost careful. Her unimaginably soft lips brushed mine once, twice, testing softly, hesitating a little. The sense of familiarity hit me immediately. The exact shape of her lips, the way she sighed against my mouth softly when I kissed her back. And I kissed her back. Hard.

Rosé made a small, needy sound in the back of her throat as I tilted my head and pressed my lips against hers almost roughly, as if I couldn’t get enough. Her hand slid up my thigh, gripping tighter. My other hand found the nape of her neck, pulling her closer under her golden hair. The tentativeness vanished, replaced by raw, pent-up hunger, that is not interrupted by any thoughts anymore.

Rosé’s tongue met mine, hot and slick, and suddenly it wasn’t just a kiss anymore. It had become a burning reminded of each of the late night we’d spent tangled in her sheets kissing like this, every time she’d ridden me slow and deep while whispering filthy things in my ear, every time I’d pinned her wrists above her head and fucked her, muffling her moans with my tongue in her mouth.

Rosé tasted exactly the same, but somehow better. Sweeter. More dangerous now that we both knew how easily we could destroy each other again. A low groan escaped me as her fingers dug into my thigh, dangerously close to where I was already half-hard and getting harder by the second. She pressed closer with her whole, her perky breasts brushing my chest through the thin fabric of her top. I could feel her nipples tightening against me, but my mind was immediately cloudy again as she softly sucked on my tongue with her impossibly sexy mouth, softly moaning all the while.

When we finally broke apart due to a lack of oxygen, Rosé’s lips were swollen and glossy, her eyes dark with lust. A faint flush had spread across her cheeks and down her neck. “God,” she whispered, forehead resting against mine. “I forgot how good you taste.” I let out a shaky laugh due to nervousness or excitement, who knew. My hand was still cradling her face, thumb almost rubbing her lower lip. “I didn’t. I’ve been thinking about it for three days straight.”

Rosé bit her lower lip, eyes flicking down to my mouth again, then lower, where the obvious bulge in my jeans was impossible to hide. “So…” she murmured, voice husky, “what happens now?” I swallowed, fighting every instinct that screamed at me to pull her into my lap and finally have her after two long years.

“Now,” I said, voice low and rough, “we take it slow. We prove to ourselves that we can do this right. But fuck… I can’t think of anything else.”

Rosé smiled, slow and wicked, the kind of smile that had always gotten her anything she wanted from me. “Good,” she whispered, leaning in to brush one more soft kiss against my lips, quickly sliding her tongue over my lips to tease. “We have thought of everything else for the past three days.” Rosé looks me in my eyes, remembering how easily I cave when she starts speaking with the devilishly seductive voice of hers. “We will take our relationship slow. But, oppa, do we need to deprive ourselves of each other anymore?”

Rosé pulled closer, her hand still on my thigh, and whispered, “I want you. Right now.”

When we finally broke apart due to a lack of oxygen, Rosé’s lips were swollen and glossy, her eyes dark with lust. A faint flush had spread across her cheeks and down her neck. “God,” she whispered, forehead resting against mine. “I forgot how good you taste.” I let out a shaky laugh due to nervousness or excitement, who knew. My hand was still cradling her face, thumb almost rubbing her lower lip. “I didn’t. I’ve been thinking about it for three days straight.”

Rosé bit her lower lip, eyes flicking down to my mouth again, then lower, where the obvious bulge in my jeans was impossible to hide. “So…” she murmured, voice husky, “what happens now?” I swallowed, fighting every instinct that screamed at me to pull her into my lap and finally have her after two long years.

“Now,” I said, voice low and rough, “we take it slow. We prove to ourselves that we can do this right. But fuck… I can’t think of anything else.”

Rosé smiled, slow and wicked, the kind of smile that had always gotten her anything she wanted from me. “Good,” she whispered, leaning in to brush one more soft kiss against my lips, quickly sliding her tongue over my lips to tease. “We have thought of everything else for the past three days.” Rosé looks me in my eyes, remembering how easily I cave when she starts speaking with the devilishly seductive voice of hers. “We will take our relationship slow. But, oppa, do we need to deprive ourselves of each other anymore?” Rosé pulled closer, her hand still on my thigh, and whispered, “I want you. Right now.”

Listening to Rosé call me oppa in her low, husky voice after so long just punctured through any shred of restraint I planned on having tonight. I grabbed Rosé by the waist and pulled her onto my lap in one urgent motion, not even pretending to have any control over my actions anymore. Her thighs straddled mine instantly, knees sinking into the sofa cushions on either side of my hips. The moment her weight settled over me, a familiar, welcome heat flared between us. She was so warm, so real after two years of nothing but memories, resentment, hatred and lonely nights.

Our mouths crashed together again, not bothering with any thoughts of decorum. This kiss was filthy, desperate, open-mouthed and hungry. Our tongues slid and tangled and pushed, wet and messy and hot. Saliva slicked our lips as we devoured each other again, unable to stop even for breath. I groaned into her mouth when her hips rolled forward, grinding her hot core directly against the hard ridge of my cock through my jeans. Rosé tasted like mint and pure want, and beneath that, the faint sweetness of the cocoa lotion she always used on her skin mixed with the uniquely familiar smell of her body.

My hands roamed recklessly over her body, sliding up under the hem of her crop top. Her skin was fever-hot and silky smooth. I yanked the top higher, and she broke the kiss just long enough to lift her arms and let me pull it off. It fell somewhere behind the sofa. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her small yet perfect tits spilled free in front of my eyes, nipples already tight and dusky rose (I wasn’t imagining it, then). Awestruck, I stared for half a second, relearning every curve, before my mouth was on her again.

Rosé and I kissed messily while my palms cupped her breasts, squeezing gently at first, then harder. She moaned into my mouth, a soft, needy sound that went straight to my cock. My lips finally left hers as I trailed kisses down her jaw, her neck, sucking lightly at the spot just below her ear that always made her shiver. Then lower. I latched onto one nipple, sucking hard before licking broad stripes across the sensitive flesh. I bit down gently, then soothed it with my tongue, alternating sides while my hands kneaded the soft weight of her tits. They fit perfectly in my palms, exactly as perky and responsive I remembered them to be, the skin so delicate under my teeth.

Rosé arched her back, pushing more of herself into my mouth. Her fingers threaded through my hair, tugging hard enough to sting. “Ah—” The moan slipped out, breathy and broken and music to my ears, as I sucked a mark onto the underside of one breast. Her natural scent was stronger here, as I could smell warm skin mixed with that cocoa lotion and the first hints of her arousal, sweet and musky.

My hands slid lower, gripping Rosé’s toned stomach, tracing the faint lines of muscle there before reaching the waistband of her jeans. I shoved them down her hips. She lifted up on her knees to help, kicking the fabric away. No underwear. Nothing. Her bare pussy was already glistening, lips puffy and slick. The beautiful sight of her hot, wet pussy and heady smell of her arousal made my head spin. Afterall, she was the most intoxicating thing I’d ever touched.

I groaned against Rosé’s breast, softly licking them and squeezed her beautifully toned ass with both hands, fingers digging into the firm flesh. It filled my palms perfectly, round and plush yet so very tight from whatever workouts she’d kept up with. I pulled her closer, spreading her cheeks slightly as she ground down harder on my lap. The heat of her bare cunt dragged along the thick bulge in my jeans, leaving a wet streak on the denim. Every roll of her hips sent sparks up my spine, as I found my lips seeking hers automatically again.

We couldn’t stop kissing. Even as my mouth moved between her tits as I licked, sucked, and bit possessively, our lips kept finding each other in sloppy, open-mouthed kisses. I sucked on her tongue then immediately switched to let her suck on mine and our teeth clicked in our hasty attempts. Saliva trailed down her chin and onto her chest, making her skin shine. Rosé tasted addictive. Familiar, yet novel. Like coming home and discovering new territory at the same time.

Her hands were just as frantic. Rosé yanked my shirt up, and I helped her rip it off. Her palms explored my chest, nails scraping lightly over my nipples, then lower across my abs. She fumbled with my belt, finally tugging my jeans open. When her small hand wrapped around my cock, I hissed against her mouth. I was rock-hard, throbbing, leaking pre-cum already. Two years without anyone had left me painfully sensitive, and her confident touch on my cock nearly made me cum right there.

“Fuck, you’re so hard,” Rosé breathed between kisses, but I didn’t let her finish the thought. I pulled her back into another messy kiss, pushing my tongue into her mouth while she pumped me slowly, spreading the wetness from my tip along my length.

I couldn’t wait anymore. I lifted Rosé’s hips with one hand (she was lighter than I remembered, or was I stronger now?), the other guiding my cock to her entrance. The head nudged against her pussy folds, slipping through her arousal, her wetness mixing with my precum. Rosé was soaked, hotter than I remembered, her pussy clenching greedily even before I pushed inside. With a shared groan, I pulled her down onto me.

The first inch was heaven. Rosé’s impossibly tight, wet, and warm pussy enveloping me after so long. She felt heavenly, her pussy hot and silky, softly squeezing around my cock. I pushed my cock up, deeper inside her, feeling every ridge and ripple against my bare skin as her walls gripped me. Rosé moaned loudly into my mouth, the sound vibrating through our kiss. Her head fell back for a moment, but then she dove back in, kissing me filthily as she lowered herself on my cock, bottoming out.

We stayed like that for a moment, fully joined, breathing each other in. The familiarity almost felt overwhelming: the way our bodies fit each other perfectly, like a solved puzzle. But it also felt brand new, like we were exploring each other from scratch with two years of pent-up lust making every sensation sharper. Then we moved.

Rosé started grinding immediately, rolling her hips in tight circles while I thrust up into her. The sofa creaked beneath us. Wet, obscene sounds of skin slapping skin and the slick squelch of her pussy taking every inch filled the living room. I kept one hand on her ass, guiding her movements, squeezing the plush flesh hard enough to leave marks as I drove up into her again and again. My other hand roamed her back, then her waist, and then up to pinch and roll her nipples.

Our mouths never stopped. Messy, desperate kisses punctuated every thrust. Our tongues licked deep as we took turns sucking on each other’s tongues. Rosé bit my lower lip hard when she liked a touch or a thrust a bit too much, and I sucked on her plump lips like it gave me life. Drool ran down our chins. The heady smell of our mixed spit and sweat, her arousal - thick and sweet, my own musk blending in, enveloped my olfactory senses, and even as I was fucking Rosé, I couldn’t get enough of her.

I devoured her tits again, sucking one nipple deep into my mouth while pounding up into her. Rosé rode me harder, lean stomach flexing with every roll of her hips. Her plump ass bounced in my grip, toned cheeks jiggling slightly with the force. I spanked one side lightly, grabbing it softly to soothe it, and she clenched around my cock in response, moaning louder.

The pleasure built terrifyingly fast. Two years of abstinence meant I had no stamina tonight, not with Rosé’s perfect pussy practically choking my cock as her mouth was on mine, sucking my tongue with perfect abandon. Every thrust sent waves of ecstasy through me. Her inner walls fluttered and pulsed rhythmically, milking me with every stroke, making it that much harder to hold myself back.

Rosé’s moans grew higher, breathier. She ground her clit against my pelvis on every downstroke, chasing her own peak. Her hands clutched my shoulders, nails digging in. Sweat slicked our bodies where we pressed together. I felt my orgasm rushing up on me too soon. “Fuck, Rosé–” I tried to warn her, but she only kissed me harder, tongue fucking my mouth as she rode me faster.

My orgasm hit me hard, probably the strongest orgasm I ever had. I buried my cock as deep as I could in her pussy, and came hard, shooting heavy splurts of cum inside her, as if I wanted to impregnate her then and there. The release was intense, almost painful in how hard Rosé made me cum. At the same moment, Rosé cried out into our kiss, her pussy clamping down rhythmically around me as she came too. Her walls fluttered wildly, drawing out every drop like she wanted to drain my balls completely. Her body shook in my lap as she felt ripples of her orgasm, tits pressed to my chest, ass flexing under my hands, lips biting my lower lip and drawing blood. I could feel Rosé smiling as she did so, branding me as hers only to the world.

We stayed locked together through the aftershocks, kissing lazily now, slower and deeper, tongues gliding rather than battling. Her heartbeat thundered against mine. The smell of sex hung heavy in the air, her arousal, my cum, our combined spit and sweat.

Finally, still buried inside her, I pulled back just enough to rest my forehead against Rosé’s. My voice was hoarse. “Shit… I’m sorry. I couldn’t hold back. It’s been two years and you feel… fuck, you feel incredible. Chaeyoung-a, do you need me to get you morning-after pills or—”

Rosé smiled against my mouth, cutting me off with a series of soft, affectionate kisses peppered across my lips, my jaw, the corner of my mouth. She was still gently rocking on me, keeping me inside her as I softened. “I’m already on birth control,” she murmured between kisses, her voice warm and sated. “I wanted you to lose control tonight. I wanted you to cum inside me.”

I felt relief, but an even stronger desire for Rosé, realizing she wanted me as much as I wanted her, maybe even more. I pulled her closer, wrapping my arms around her perfect body, one hand still possessively on her ass, rubbing and kneading and squeezing to my heart’s content. Our bodies were slick with sweat, chests heaving in sync, the relatively short yet passionate session knocking the winds out of both of us.

I brushed damp strands of hair from Rosé’s flushed face and kissed her softly, slowly, our lips sliding together with gentle affection. “This has been the best night I’ve had in forever,” I murmured against her mouth, speaking between soft kisses. “Just being with you again. Feeling you like this. God, Rosé… I missed this so much.”

Rosé hummed happily, nuzzling deeper into the curve of my neck, her lithe body melting against mine. Her tits pressed softly into my chest, nipples still peaked and sensitive from earlier. One of her hands traced lazy circles on my back. “Me too,” she whispered. “I haven’t felt this complete in two years. You always know exactly how to make me feel desired.”

For a long, peaceful moment, everything was perfect. I could have stayed like that forever, still joined with her in the most carnal way, breathing in the blended scent of our sex and relishing the sensation of her body against mine after so long. But the old doubts crept back in, uninvited as the reasons we’d broken up lingered at the edges of my mind, her embrace scaring me into remembering why I lost her in the first place.

I pulled back just enough to look at her properly, my hand gently stroking her skin. “I’m still scared I’ll bore you eventually,” I admitted quietly. “I’m routine. Work-focused, steady, the same pace every day. You’ve always chased excitement, the thrill, the unpredictable. What if this boring version of me makes you restless again? What if it’s not enough?”

Rosé lifted her head immediately, her eyes softening with affection that melted my heart yet again. She cupped my face with both hands, thumbs brushing my cheeks. “No. Don’t say that. You’re not boring.” Her voice was earnest, almost vehement in her protest. “Yes, I used to think I needed constant chaos to feel alive, partying constantly and being the center of attention. But being with you… the love I feel now is enough. Not being with you has grounded me in a way nothing else ever has. There are other things in life that excite me now. Building something real with you, the quiet mornings, the way you look at me like I’m your whole world. I am looking forward to them already.”

Rosé’s words eased the knot in my chest, but only partially. I searched her eyes, still half-buried inside her, feeling the sincerity in her words but not choosing to believe her somehow. “You say that now, at this moment. But I remember how you used to light up with new people, new experiences. I don’t want to hold you back from being you.”

Rosé shook her head, leaning up to kiss me softly. “You don’t hold me back. You give me a different kind of spark.” She rolled her hips once, gently, reminding me of how we literally just had sex and are still connected. “We’re different now. We talked about this. We set the rules. I’m choosing this because I want to be with you.”

I kissed her back, slower and deeper, pouring my gratitude into it. Rosé smiled against my lips, her legs tightening around my waist for a moment. At that moment, I felt as if we were healing together, like we were taking a leap in the right direction in making us work for the long term.

Then Rosé kept talking, still hazy and affectionate in the afterglow, like she always did when she got excited and giddy. “The other guys I was with after we broke up… they only focused on making the sex interesting, you know? All these positions, toys, trying to keep things wild and new every time. It was technically good, but I could never really get into it. There was no love behind it. No real emotional connection like what I had with you. It always felt empty, no matter how hard they tried to make it exciting—”

Rosé stopped mid-sentence, eyes widening as she realized too late what she’d said. The shift in my mood was instantaneous and visceral. The cozy warmth vanished, replaced by a sharp, possessive anger that engulfed all my thoughts. I could feel my jaw clenching tight. Images flashed through my mind of her with other men, laughing, moaning, letting them touch what should have always been mine. Mine.

Without a word, I gripped her hips hard and flipped us on the sofa. Rosé gasped sharply at my sudden aggression as her back hit the sofa cushions, me pinning her firmly beneath my body. My cock, which had been softening, hardened instantly inside her slick, cum-filled pussy at my sudden surge of dominance. I was fully erect again in seconds, stretching her walls once more with my cock. I grabbed her cheek firmly, fingers digging into the soft flesh, forcing her to look directly into my eyes.

“You really shouldn’t have mentioned anyone else, Rosé,” I whispered against her ear, my voice low and laced with raw possession. “Not right after we got back together. Not right after I filled you up like you were mine again. I asked you not to. Do you have any idea what that does to me?”

Rosé’s breath hitched, her pupils blowing wide with a mix of surprise, worry, and fresh, undeniable arousal. Her cheeks flushed deeper under my grip. “It was a mistake,” she pleaded softly, her voice trembling but laced with excitement. “I only wanted to tell you how much I loved you the whole time. How no one else ever compared to you, emotionally or physically. Please—”

My hand slid lower from her face, fingers wrapping around her slender throat. I was not choking her fully (even in my rage, I could never hurt her), but applying enough pressure to feel her pulse racing beneath my palm. My cock throbbed inside her, leaking fresh pre-cum into her already messy pussy. “You’re already making me regret getting back with you,” I said, the words slipping out raw and unfiltered, fueled by hurt and lust twisting together.

Instead of pulling away or freezing, Rosé wrapped both arms tightly around my neck, pulling me even closer. Her legs hooked firmly around my waist, holding me deep inside her. “If you want to punish me for my mistake…” she whispered, her voice turning husky and eager and unbelievably sexy, the allure somehow cutting through the haze of my rage, “then do it. I’m yours. Use my body however you need to.”

I pulled out of her pussy with a wet, squelching sound, as long strings of our mixed fluids stretched and broke between us, wetting the sofa cushions even more. Rosé whimpered at the sudden emptiness, her hips chasing me instinctively, but I didn’t give her time to recover. I moved up her body, straddling her chest, knees planted on either side of her shoulders. My cock, slick and glistening with her wetness and some remnants of my cum pressed insistently against her swollen, parted lips. Without saying anything, I thrusted the tip of my cock in between her lips.

Rosé understood instantly, parting her lips wide and sliding her tongue out invitingly. I thrust into the wet heat of her mouth, deep. Her mouth felt incredible, her perfectly plump lips tightening against the girth of my hard cock with her perfect, swirling tongue immediately working along the underside of my shaft. The contrast after being buried in her pussy jolted my body awake, tighter suction at the head, the different texture of her throat constricting around me, the way her cheeks hollowed as she sucked eagerly; the sensation not as familiar to me as opposed to sex with her just moments ago. She tasted herself on me, moaning loudly around my cock, the vibrations making my hips jerk.

I fucked her mouth with possessive intensity, both hands gripping her head firmly, as one tangled in her blonde locks, the other cupped the back of her skull. I wanted to start with steady, controlled thrusts to savor the way her lips stretched around my girth, and to regain some shred of control over my own body. But the anger and possessiveness pushed me harder from the first, her loud, harmonious moans goading me into becoming rougher, more dominant. I rocked my hips faster, pushing my cock deeper until the head bumped the back of her throat. Rosé gagged softly, the sound muffled and wet, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, her hands grabbed my thighs, nails digging in hard, then slid back to grip my ass, pulling me even deeper as if she craved the roughness.

I groaned, voice strained. “Your mouth is so fucking warm and wet for me. Only for me.” I thrust deeper, holding myself there for a few seconds each time, feeling her throat squeeze around the head. Saliva poured from the corners of her stretched lips, dripping down her chin and onto her tits, coating my balls in the process. Her muffled, needy moans and groans and gags vibrated intensely around my cock, only driving me rougher. Every time Rosé groaned, the sensation pushed me closer to the edge, but I held back deliberately this time, wanting to draw it out, to make me feel that I own her utterly and completely. She knew it, I just needed to know it myself.

I pulled out occasionally to slap my cock coated with Rosé’s saliva against her lips, tongue and flushed cheeks, marking her face with wet streaks before sliding back in. “Look at me,” I ordered as I kept thrusting my cock in her mouth. Her watery eyes met mine, glassy with lust and submission, which only heightened my possessiveness. I groped one of her tits roughly, pinching and rolling the nipple hard while fucking her face. Rosé arched beneath me, moaning louder around my length.

Her hands never stopped, they kept gripping, scratching, kneading my ass and thighs, urging me on, ignoring her own wet pussy and throbbing clit to enhance my pleasure. The sharp sting of her nails only fueled my lust. Her apartment’s living room was filled with the wet, rhythmic sounds of me using her mouth; the obscenely erotic gagging sounds of her throat, her muffled whimpers and moans, mixing with my low groans. The scent was overwhelming me yet again, her renewed arousal thickening the air, mixed with saliva, sweat, and the musky taste of sex on my cock and her body. I could feel her body writhing beneath me, thighs pressing together desperately, her own arousal building from being used so roughly ever since I grabbed her cheeks hard.

Minutes stretched out in this possessive rhythm we devised. I varied the pace through deep, slow thrusts that made her gag and drool and moan, then through faster, shallower ones that let her tongue work the sensitive head and her lips wrapping around my cock faster. I occasionally slid a hand down to squeeze her throat, feeling it bulge slightly as I pushed in, applying just enough pressure to remind her exactly who she belonged to. “No one else gets this,” I whispered as I looked at her face being fucked with my cock. “No one else gets to touch you, taste you, or fuck you. Only me.”

Rosé’s responses were nothing but encouraging. She was relishing this side of me, my possessiveness, my dominance, and my control over her, and made sure I knew how much she loved it. Her nails scratched my thighs as ass harder, her moans turned higher and more frantic around my cock, her tongue worked tirelessly despite the roughness.

Finally, Rosé’s heavenly mouth overcame the control I had over my cock. I fucked her face harder, my balls slapping against her chin with every rough thrust. One hand tightened in her hair and another on her throat, immobilizing her face from moving. I pushed my cock as much as I could one last time and came with a groan, shooting my cum straight across her tongue and down her throat. My orgasm was longer and more intense than the first round, my toes curled as spurts of cum dripped into her mouth. Rosé swallowed eagerly around my cock, sucking every drop of cum right from the tip as she moaned softly. A few stray drops escaped the corners of her lips, mixing with her saliva.

When I finally pulled out, breathing hard, Rosé kept her mouth open for a moment, showing me the cum on her tongue, visibly proud of how I marked her mouth, before swallowing again with a satisfied, hazy smile. Her lips were swollen, red, and glossy, her chin and chest a beautiful mess. My anger had burned down into cinders of heavy, possessive satisfaction mixed with lingering tenderness for the women I am in love with. I stared down at the wrecked, flushed, utterly claimed visage of Rosé. She looked more beautiful than ever.

Rosé smiled up at me, proud and exhilarated, licking a stray drop from her lower lip. “I’ve never seen this side of you before,” she said, her voice husky and slightly raw from the thorough use. “The rough, taking-what-you-want, punishing side. It’s… fun.” She paused for a while, her beautiful, cum covered face breaking into a smile. “You were worried about being boring? You are not boring at all. The soft, loving you mixed with this possessive side you just showed me… it makes me so excited to see how our relationship will unfold. All the different sides of you. I want every single one.”

Rosé reached up, pulling me down by the neck with surprising strength. She kissed me deeply, messily, her mouth, thoroughly marked with my cum, meeting mine. The taste of her mouth was vastly different now; salty, slightly bitter, mixed with her own sweetness. Our tongues slid together like they had many times tonight, sharing everything, claiming each other completely, possessively. I tasted myself on her, my possessiveness flaring fresh as I devoured her mouth in return, thinking at the back of my mind about the rollercoaster of emotions and intensely fulfilling sex we had strapped ourselves in for.