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The massive king-sized bed felt too big and too cold without his weight sinking into it. The living room sectional sat empty, no longer the stage for their late-night sessions. Even the secret breeding house deep in the woods felt lonelier than ever, its vanilla-scented candles unlit and the breeding thrown waiting silently for the man who had first claimed Somi there and brought the little Aria to life. She had spent those long nights wandering the halls in nothing but oversized white button-up shirts, the fabric soft against her skin and barely skimming the tops of her thighs, her full and heavy breasts pressing against the thin material. Her entire body automatically sensitive whenever her thoughts drifted too far into the memories of him filling her over and over again until she swelled with his child.

But Somi wasn’t sad about it. She knows Matthew faced the same situation every time she had to go overseas or Giselle or Yunjin had a world tour. That’s why she wasn’t sad, especially today.

She stood barefoot in the sunlit living room, the late afternoon light pouring through the tall floor-to-ceiling windows catching on the faint damp spots already forming on the front of Matthew’s white button-up shirt that she wore like a dress. The fabric clung to her curves, the hem riding up just enough to tease the soft curve of her ass and the smooth, bare skin between her thighs. Every time she moved, the cool air kissed her already slick pussy, sending little shivers up her spine. A soft, proud smile curved her full lips as she scrolled through her phone one last time, pulling up the latest press release from the Jeju shoot and then from the Milan feature that had gone viral overnight. There he was. Matthew Douma. Listed by name in bold letters, not just “Jeon Somi’s father” anymore. The headlines called him “The breakout male model of the season” praised his sharp jawline that could cut glass, his commanding presence that made every camera love him, the way he owned every frame like he owned every inch of her body when he fucked her senseless.

She had seen the comments flooding in. Fans gushing about his visuals, brands already lining up for the next campaign, industry insiders whispering that he was the next big thing. Her chest swelled with a fierce, possessive warmth that made her nipples tighten against his shirt. She had given him everything. Her virginity on the very first night they did it in their first home, her first child, her womb stretched and filled until Aria was born perfect and healthy. She had been the one who pushed him for modeling, to remind him that he was more than just her dad, more than just a man who bred her in secret. And now the world was finally seeing the man she had always known. The one who could make idols like her, Giselle, Yunjin, and soon many others drop to their knees without a single word. It felt like the ultimate validation. Her father was stepping out of her shadow and into the spotlight, and it only made Somi wetter knowing she was the reason he had the confidence to do it all. She felt a quiet thrill run through her at the thought that no one else in the world knew the real side of him. The side that belonged only to her and the girls she chose to share him with.

Her phone buzzed in her hand, pulling her out of the warm glow of pride. The screen lit up with an incoming video call from her mother. Somi’s face instantly softened into pure adoration as she answered, propping the phone against a vase on the coffee table so she could pace a little while she talked, the shirt riding up higher with each step.

“Eomma! Aria-ya!” Somi cooed, sweet voice and melodic, the same tone she used on stage but softer, more intimate, dripping with mother’s love. Her mother’s warm, knowing smile filled half the frame, and there—cradled securely in her lap—was little Jeon Aria, barely a few months old, with the same bright, curious eyes as her father and a tiny tuft of dark hair already starting to curl at the ends. The baby let out a delighted squeal the second she spotted Somi on the screen, chubby arms waving wildly as if trying to reach through the phone, her little legs kicking excitedly.

“Hi, my perfect little princess,” Somi whispered, leaning closer until her nose almost touched the screen, her own eyes sparkling. “Mommy misses you so much it hurts right here.” She pressed a hand to her chest, right over her leaking breast. “Look at you… you’re getting so big already, baby. Those cheeks are so chubby and cute. Daddy’s coming home tonight, did you know that? He’s been working so hard in Paris and Milan and Jeju, taking so many pictures and making everyone fall in love with him just like we do. When he gets here he’s going to come see his favorite girl soon. You’re gonna have so many cuddles and kisses, I promise. And Mommy’s gonna make sure he rests… eventually.”

Aria gurgled happily, tiny fists grabbing at the air toward the screen, and Somi’s heart melted all over again, a soft laugh bubbling out of her. Her mother chuckled on the other end, gently bouncing the baby on her knee and adjusting the little pink onesie Aria was wearing. “She’s been extra fussy the last couple of days, Somi-ya. Keeps staring at the door like she knows someone important is missing. Every time I play that video of Matthew’s voice she calms down right away. You two be careful tonight, okay? Don’t stay up too late… and make sure Appa eats something real before you wear him out completely. I know how these ‘welcome home’ nights go with you.”

Somi laughed, cheeks flushing a soft pink as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, the motion making the shirt slip off one shoulder and expose the top swell of her breast. “We’ll be good… mostly. I’ll make sure he rests. Tell Aria Mommy and Daddy love her more than anything in the world. Give her a big kiss from me, okay? And from Daddy too.” She blew a big exaggerated kiss at the screen, watching Aria’s eyes light up again and her tiny mouth open in a gummy smile before her mother ended the call with a knowing little wink and a soft “Love you, baby. Be safe.”

The second the screen went black, the loving-mom glow in Somi’s eyes shifted into something darker, hungrier, the heat in her belly flaring hotter. She set the phone down on the coffee table and glanced around the living room, already picturing exactly how tonight would unfold. The vanilla-scented candles were lit and flickering softly on every surface—mantel, side tables, even the wide windowsill—filling the air with that warm, sweet smell that always reminded her of the first time Matthew had bent her over this very couch and bred her so deep she felt it for days afterward. The massive sectional had been pushed back to give them plenty of room on the plush rug. Four matching black silk robes lay folded neatly on the ottoman—tiny, slippery things that would drop to the floor in half a second the moment he walked in, leaving nothing but bare skin and needy eyes.

Somi’s fingers trembled just a little with excitement as she opened her messages and started typing in the group chat with Yunjin and Giselle.

Somi: Matthew’s flight lands in an hour. I need you two to come to the mansion tonight. We’ll do a welcome-home surprise for him tonight.

Giselle: Urgh, finally 😩 I feel like I’m going loco loco if I have to wait another week without him.

Yunjin: You’re such horny bitch, Aeri.

Giselle: Says the one who keeps saying her throat feels empty at any moment.

Somi can’t help but let out a small chuckle reading the texts that they sent.

Somi: Aeri, can you bring Minjeong as well. Just tell her it’s just a chill girls’ night. Nothing crazy but we all know how these nights go with us. Just make sure she’s ready for what’s coming.

Giselle: Oh ho! A fivesome?! 😈 Now this is what I’m talking about. Do not worry, I'll make sure our Minjeongie is ready

Yunjin: Wait, fivesome?! Don’t you think he might be too exhausted for all of us tonight?

Somi: Oh Jen, you clearly don’t know about your boyfriend at all. Didn’t I tell you that he fucked all of Twice members for 3 days without stopping? So the four of us are like an appetizer for him.

Yunjin: oh… yeah totally forgot about that. Alright, I’ll come to the mansion after I’m done with my schedule. 30 minutes.

Giselle: Yeah, same. But, we might be a bit late since we are celebrating Karina’s birthday right now.

Somi: It’s okay. You two take your time, I’ll be waiting and get some things ready for us.

Somi could already imagine Giselle smirking at her phone, already plotting exactly how to hand-deliver Winter like a perfect, innocent little gift. Winter showing up nervous but dripping with desire, she never met Matthew after that one night she spent with him and Giselle. Somi set the phone down and walked over to the full-length mirror by the entrance, turning slowly to check her reflection. The shirt rode up completely now, exposing the soft curve of her ass and the faint marks that Matthew had left the last time he was at home. Her nipples were already stiff against the fabric.

She reached up and cupped one of her heavy breasts through the shirt, thumb brushing over the sensitive peak. A soft, needy sigh escaped her lips as she pinched lightly as she let her other hand slide lower, fingers brushing over her bare pussy, feeling how wet she already was just from thinking about him walking through the door.

“Daddy’s coming home,” Somi whispered to her own reflection, voice low and dripping with promise, eyes dark with lust, “and tonight… all four of us are going to show him exactly how much we missed him.”

The candles flickered softly, casting warm shadows across the room. The mansion waited in perfect silence and Somi could already feel the heat building between her thighs, slick and ready for the exact moment his key would turn in the lock and the robes would drop.

30 minutes later, the soft chime of the mansion’s front door echoed through the quiet halls. Yunjin stepped inside, a small overnight bag slung over her shoulder and her hair tied back in a loose ponytail. She was dressed in a comfortable sweats and a cropped hoodie, looking every bit like she had just come from a casual practice session. Her eyes scanned the room before landing on Somi, who was in the open kitchen area. She arranged a simple spread on a marble island and kept it light and casual. Fresh fruit, some cheese and crackers, a few kimbap rolls she had quickly put together from the fridge leftovers, and a chilled bottle of soju on the side. A small, knowing smile tugged at Yunjin’s lips as she greeted Somi softly, “Hey, babe!” she closed the door behind her with a quiet click. “Smells good in here already. You didn’t have to prepare all of this.”

Somi turned, wiping her hands on a dish towel, her expression brightening at the sight of Yunjin. “Hey, Jen! You’re here. Perfect timing! I just wanted something simple, come help me finish setting the table.” Yunjin nodded and set her bag down by the couch, walking over to join her at the island. They worked side by side in comfortable silence for a moment. Yunjin arranged the fruit platter while Somi poured water into the glasses. “How was the ride over?” Somi asked, keeping her voice light. “Any schedules run late today?”

“Not really,” Yunjin replied, placing a few strawberries neatly on the plate. “Just the usual vocal warm-up this morning. I’ve been… practicing other things too, like you said.” She glanced up briefly, a faint blush coloring her cheeks, but she didn’t elaborate. Instead, she reached for another cracker and added, “The house feels different when he’s not here. Quieter.” Somi hummed in agreement, her fingers brushing Yunjin’s as they both reached for the same bowl. “It does, but he’ll be here soon. I can’t wait to see his face when he walks in.” They continued chatting quietly about small things — a funny story from Yunjin’s recent dance practice, how Aria had started grabbing at toys more actively during the video call earlier — keeping the mood relaxed and normal. Somi felt the familiar warmth of having her girls around, the kind of easy comfort that always settled in before everything else began.

About 15 minutes later, the doorbell rang again.

Somi wiped her hands once more and headed towards the entrance, Yunjin trailing behind her curiously. When she opened the door, Giselle stood there in a simple oversized sweater and leggings, looking effortlessly cool as always. Right beside her was Winter, dressed in a soft pastel hoodie and jeans, a small tote bag clutched in her hands and her expression a mix of polite curiosity and slight nervousness. Winter’s eyes darted around the grand entryway for a second before she offered a shy smile. “Hey, babe!” Giselle said calmly, stepping inside first and giving Somi a quick hug. “We’re here. Traffic was lighter than I thought.” She glanced back at Winter and added in the same even tone. “Minjeong ah, come in. It’s just us tonight.”

Winter nodded, bowing slightly to Somi as she entered. “Thank you for inviting me, Somi.” Somi smiled warmly, closing the door behind them and gesturing toward the living room. “Of course, Minjeong-ah. I’m glad you could make it. We don’t get to do this often, just the girls hanging out. Make yourself comfortable. Yunjin’s already here helping with some snacks.”

The four of them moved into the living room together and settled around the coffee table. Somi took her usual spot on the sectional, tucking one leg underneath while the oversized shirt rode up slightly on her thighs. Yunjin flopped down beside her with a plate of fruit in her hand. Giselle guided Winter to sit right next to her on the other side, keeping things close and casual. The platters were passed around, and for a few minutes they simply ate and talked about light, everyday things. The latest variety show they had all seen the clips of, a funny moment from a recent photoshoot, and how the weather had been unusually warm for spring.

Somi leaned forward, popping a strawberry into her mouth before turning her attention fully to Winter with a gentle, curious smile. “So Minjeong ah… I’ve been meaning to ask you something. What was your first experience with my father like? I want every single detail. Winter blinked, cheeks turning a faint pink as she set down her glass of water. She glanced quickly at Giselle, who gave her a small reassuring nod, before answering softly. “It… it was a lot,” Winter whispered at first, voice shy and breathy. Then she glanced at Somi, saw the expectant, almost proud look on her face, and something in her cracked open. “I was so nervous when I walked in. I mean… I knew he was big from the way Aeri-unnie described him, but when I saw him for the first time, I knew he’s your father… It made my stomach flip. He asked me straight up, “So you want me to breed you?” and I just… nodded. I told him that he can be rough with me. That I wanted him to ruin me.”

Somi nodded, her expression warm and encouraging, not pushing too hard. “When he finally inside me…” Winter shivered, voice dropping to a whisper. “God… He was so deep that I could feel him in my stomach. There was this bulge, right here…” Winter pressed a hand low on her abdomen. “Every thrust made it show. I can’t even stop cumming all over him, like, three times or maybe more. I came so hard that I saw stars, and he just kept going.” Somi let out a bright, delighted laugh, leaning back against the cushions. “That sounds like him. Once he starts, he doesn’t stop until you’re dripping.”

The four of them kept chatting comfortably, the candlelight flickering across their faces as they shared small stories and laughed at little things. Winter slowly opened up more, asking Somi about what it was like balancing idol life with being a mom, while Giselle and Yunjin added their own comments about recent practices and how nice it was to have a night with no managers watching. The food slowly disappeared from the platters, the soju bottle remained unopened for now, and the atmosphere stayed perfectly relaxed.

[A few hours later…]

The automatic doors of Incheon International Airport slid open with a soft whoosh, releasing Matthew into the cool evening air of South Korea. After 10 exhausting days of back-to-back flights, runaway walks, and endless hours under hot studio lights, the familiar humidity and faint scent of pine from the nearby hills hit him like a quiet welcome. He paused just outside the terminal, rolling suitcase handles in one hand, carry-on slung over his shoulders and simply breathed it in. No more foreign cities, no more hotel rooms that smelled of generic air freshener and jet lag. This was home. This distant hum of Seoul-bound traffic mixed with the chatter of late-night arrivals, and for a long moment he stood there, eyes closed, letting the Korean breeze brush across his face and ruffle his slightly messy hair. His body still carried the faint traces of cologne from the final Jeju shoot, but underneath it all he could already feel the pull of the mansion waiting for him.

He pulled his phone, the screen lighting up with notifications he had ignored during the flight. A smile tugged at his lips as he opened the messages and typed a quick note to his daughter, Somi.

Matthew: Hey, baby. I just landed in Incheon. I’m on my way back to the mansion. I can’t wait to see you, I miss you so much.

He hit send, slipped the phone back into his pocket, and started walking toward the private car that had been arranged for him. The driver was already waiting with a polite nod, loading his bags into the trunk while Matthew settled into the back seat. As the car pulled away from the terminal, he leaned his head against the window, watching the city lights begin to blur past. Ten days felt like a lifetime, but the thought of walking through that familiar front door kept a steady warmth building in his chest.

Back at the mansion, the four girls were still settled comfortably around the coffee table, the conversation flowing easily as the platters of fruit and kimbap slowly emptied. The vanilla candle had burned a little lower, casting a softer, more intimate glow across the living room. Somi had shifted to a more relaxed position on the sectional, Yunjin was sprawled out beside her, laughing at something Giselle had just said about a clumsy moment during a group rehearsal. Winter, now fully at ease after the initial shyness, was nibbling on a piece of cheese while listening intently, her pastel hoodie sleeves pushed up as she gestured with her hands.

Somi was in the middle of sharing a lighthearted story about Aria’s latest attempts to roll over during tummy time when her phone vibrated on the cushion next to her. She glanced down casually, expecting another message from her mother, but her heart gave a quick, excited skip when she saw Matthew’s name on the screen. She read the text once, then twice, a private little smile spreading across her face as the anticipation she had been holding back all evening finally surged forward.

“Girls,” Somi said, her voice bright and warm as she looked up from the phone, “Daddy’s here. He just landed at Incheon and he’s on his way here right now.”

The words landed softly but had an immediate effect. Yunjin sat up a little straighter, her eyes lighting up with quiet excitement. Giselle’s expression stayed calm on the surface, but the corner of her mouth curved in that subtle, knowing way she always had when something good was about to happen. Winter blinked, tilting her head slightly as she processed the news, still under the impression this was simply a relaxed evening with friends.

Somi set the phone down and leaned forward, her tone gentle yet laced with that underlying energy only the three of them fully understood. “He’ll probably be here in about forty minutes or so, depending on traffic. That means we have just enough time to get ready for him.” She stood up smoothly, the hem of the white shirt brushing against her thighs, and gestured toward the ottoman where the four neatly folded black silk robes had been waiting all evening. “I picked these out earlier today. They’re super soft and comfortable — perfect for a cozy night in. Let’s change into them now so everything feels nice and relaxed when he walks through the door.” She picked up the top robe and held it out, the black silk catching the candlelight with a subtle shimmer. “Especially you, Minjeong ah,” Somi added softly, meeting the younger girl’s eyes with a reassuring smile. “You are the main course for tonight.”

Giselle rose first, her movements graceful as she accepted the robe from Somi’s outstretched hand. The silk whispered against her fingers, cool and inviting. She flashed a knowing smile at the group before slipping away toward the guest room, the door just a few steps from the dimly lit hallway. Yunjin followed suit, standing with a playful sway in her hips, taking her robe and trailing her fingertips along the fabric as if already savoring its touch. She winked at Minjeong on her way past, then disappeared into the room. Winter was last, already knowing from the beginning what was going to happen tonight, unfolding herself from the couch with a quiet elegance, her eyes lingering on the shimmering black before she claimed hers and joined the rest.

The guest room door clicked softly behind them, muffling the faint rustle of clothes being shed. Inside, the air felt warmer, charged with anticipation as they each peeled away their everyday layers. Minutes later, the door opened again, and they emerged one by one into the candlelit living room. Somi watched, her breath catching slightly at the sight. The black silk hugged Giselle's lithe frame perfectly, accentuating the dip of her waist and the subtle flare of her hips, the neckline dipping low enough to tease the tops of her breasts. Yunjin's robe wrapped around her fuller curves like a second skin, the material shifting with each step to highlight the roundness of her ass and the way her thighs pressed together. Winter's version flowed elegantly over her slender body, the silk molding to her small, perky tits and trailing down to skim her calves, exuding a quiet sensuality that made Somi's pulse quicken.

Somi beamed, pulling Winter into a quick, gentle hug before guiding all of them back to the living room. You all look perfect. Now we just wait and keep things light until he gets here. I’m gonna change mine real quick.”

The clock ticked softly in the background, marking the minutes until the sound of tires crunching on the gravel driveway broke the quiet. Headlights swept across the windows before it disappeared, then came the familiar jingle of keys at the front door. The lock turned with a click, and the door swung open, letting in a rush of cool night air. Matthew stepped inside, his broad shoulders filling the frame. He kicked the door shut behind him, exhaling the exhaustion of the long flight and the drive from the airport. The dim glow from the living room caught his eyes, and he paused, setting the bag down as he took in the scene. There they were, Somi and other three women that he has made love with, arranged like a tableau of temptation, their gazes locking onto him with an intensity that pinned him in place. His heart stuttered, a mix of surprise and something deeper stirring in his chest as he froze in the entryway.

“Welcome home, Daddy…” Somi purred, her voice is like a silken thread wrapping around the room, low and laced with heat. She uncrossed her legs slowly, letting the robe shift just enough to draw his eyes downward. Matthew's throat tightened, his eyes darting from one to the other. Giselle’s sultry half-smile, Yunjin’s bold stare, Winter’s wide-eyed focus that somehow amplified the tension. He swallowed hard, his voice coming out rougher than intended. “What…What’s going on here?”

Somi rose from the sofa with fluid grace, the silk whispering against her skin as she closed the distance between them. She stopped just inches away, close enough for him to catch the faint scent of her perfume mingling with the warmth radiating from her body. Her hand reached out, fingers brushing lightly against his chest, feeling the rapid beat beneath his shirt. "We've been waiting for you," she murmured, her breath warm against his ear, eyes gleaming with promise. "All evening. Let us take care of you now.” The others shifted subtly behind her—Giselle uncurling her legs, Yunjin leaning forward with parted lips, Winter biting her lower lip as she watched. The air thickened, heavy with unspoken desires, the candles casting dancing lights that played over their forms like an invitation to sin. Matthew's resistance wavered, his hand instinctively rising to cup Somi's waist, the silk smooth under his palm as the pull of the moment drew him deeper into the room.

Matthew's fingers tightened slightly on Somi's waist, the silk barrier doing little to hide the heat of her skin beneath. He let her guide him further into the living room, the door clicking shut behind them, sealing out the world and amplifying the intimate hush. The girls' eyes followed his every step, their postures shifting in subtle invitation—Giselle arching her back just enough to press her breasts against the robe's fabric, Yunjin parting her thighs a fraction wider, Winter's fingers twisting the hem of her robe as if to steady herself. Somi pressed closer, her body brushing against his in a way that sent a jolt through him. She tilted her head up, lips curving into a teasing smile. “Have you had anything to eat yet? If not, there's some light bites waiting in the kitchen. Or…” Her voice dropped lower, eyes flicking toward the others with a playful glint. “You could start with what I've arranged right here.”

He exhaled slowly, his gaze lingering on her mouth before sweeping over the room. “I grabbed something on the drive, but this…” Matthew shook his head, a low chuckle escaping despite the tension coiling in his gut. “I wasn't expecting a reception like this. Especially not with her.” His eyes settled on Winter, who met his stare without flinching, her cheeks flushing a soft pink under the candlelight. Somi's hand slid up his arm, nails grazing lightly through his shirt. “I made sure she came along tonight. It adds that extra layer of indulgence, doesn't it? Makes the whole evening so much richer for you.” She leaned in, her breath ghosting his neck, before pulling back with a wink.

Matthew's pulse thrummed as he took a moment to really look at them, starting with Somi—her robe clinging to the generous swell of her chest, the way it hugged her hips like it was made for his hands. Then Giselle, all sleek lines and confident poise, the silk outlining the pert peaks of her nipples as she breathed. Yunjin next, her curves more pronounced, the robe riding up to expose the creamy skin of her inner thigh, her lips parted in silent anticipation. And finally Winter, delicate yet captivating, the fabric draping over her small frame to accentuate the gentle rise of her breasts and the subtle dip between her legs.

Somi watched him, reading the hunger in his eyes, the way his jaw clenched as he weighed his options. She stepped back slightly, gesturing to the group with an open palm. “I can tell you've decided. So, who catches your eye first? Which one do you want to savor?”

The room held its breath, the air thick with expectation, every gaze turning to him as the night promised to unfold in ways he'd only dreamed of.

He took a slow step forward, then another, Somi falling into step beside him with that familiar, knowing sway in her hips. The silk of her robe whispered against her skin with every movement, the candle flames dancing across the fabric and turning the room into something almost dreamlike. His body responded instantly, the front of his slacks tightening as a visible bulge began to strain against the material, heavy and unmistakable. He didn’t try to hide it. There was no point, not here, not with them. The girls remained perfectly still at first, robes draped elegantly yet provocatively, the vanilla-scented air now carrying an undercurrent of something far sweeter and more electric. Matthew closed the distance until he was standing directly in front of Winter, who sat with her hands resting lightly in her lap, the black silk pooling around her thighs like liquid night. Somi’s smile widened, soft and indulgent, as she placed one teasing pat on his arm before leaning in close enough for her words to brush warm against his ear.

“Go ahead and enjoy your meal, Daddy…” Somi murmured, voice low and laced with playful affection, the kind that always made his stomach tighten in the best way. With a soft giggle escaping her lips like a secret shared between them, she pulled back and stepped away, moving gracefully against the plush rug. She sank down onto the cushion right beside Yunjin, tucking her legs beneath her so the robe slipped open just a fraction along one thigh, revealing the smooth skin underneath. Yunjin shifted closer instinctively, their shoulders brushing, and the two of them shared a small, conspiratorial glance. Somi’s fingers lightly tracing a pattern on Yunjin’s arm as they settled in to watch.

Matthew’s full attention was now locked on Winter. He lifted one hand, large and warm and cupped the side of her face with surprising gentleness. His thumb brushed along her cheekbone, tracing the delicate line of her jaw as if memorizing it anew, feeling the subtle heat radiating from her flushed skin. “I never thought I’d see you so soon,” he said, voice around the edges but warm, the low timbre carrying through the quiet room like a caress. Winter’s breath hitched, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, her dark eyes lifted to meet his, a mix of nervous excitement and quiet trust flickering across her features. The flush on her cheeks deepened, spreading down her neck and disappearing beneath the silk. “I didn’t expect it either,” she replied softly, her voice barely above a whisper, yet steady enough to carry. “But tonight, I didn’t come here to give something to someone. I know this would happen if I came here, and I wanted this.” Her words hung in the air, honest and vulnerable, as if admitting it out loud made the moment feel even more real. She stayed perfectly still under his touch, the only movement was the slight rise and fall of her chest beneath the robe.

His hand continued its slow exploration, fingers gliding over the smooth skin of her cheek, then lower to trace the curve of her lower lip with deliberate care. He pressed the pad of his thumb against it gently, testing, teasing, feeling the softness there and the way it yielded under the lightest pressure. Winter’s lips parted almost instinctively, a small, shaky exhale escaping as she leaned just a fraction closer. When he slipped his thumb between them, she took it in without hesitation. Her tongue brushing warm and tentative against the digit, lips closing around it in a gentle, instinctive suck. The sensation was electric, her mouth wet and yielding, eyes fluttering half-closed as she held his gaze through her lashes, the faint suction pulling him deeper with each passing second.

From the couch, the other three watched with rapt attention, the only sounds the faint crackle of the candle wicks and the soft, wet noises of Winter’s mouth. Yunjin’s eyes were wide, a mix of surprise and fascination written across her face as she leaned forward slightly, one hand resting on Somi’s knee for balance. “This is the first time I’ve ever seen her like this.” Yunjin murmured, voice hushed with genuine awe. “She’s so open, so willing. She wasn’t like this when I met her at the awards shows or backstage, she’s always so composed, so perfectly in control. It’s like she’s a completely different person now.”

Giselle let out a quiet, knowing chuckle from her spot on the other side of the sectional, her posture relaxed yet predatory, one leg crossed over the other so the robe rode higher on her thigh. She didn’t look away from the scene unfolding in front of them, her gaze dark and appreciative. “You have no idea yet, Jen,” she replied smoothly, the words laced with that familiar edge of possession and amusement. “This is just the surface. You haven’t seen the real her especially when she’s with Karina. Not the way I have. Not when she finally lets go.” Somi couldn’t help the soft giggle that escaped her again, light and delighted, as she rested her chin on Yunjin’s shoulder, eyes sparkling while she watched Matthew’s thumb disappear deeper between Winter’s lips. The sound was warm, almost affectionate, like she was savoring every second of the slow corruption happening right in her living room. She squeezed Yunjin’s arm gently, the three of them forming their own little audience—robes shimmering, bodies leaning in, the air between them charged and heavy with shared anticipation.

Matthew’s jaw tightened further, the bulge in his slacks now even more pronounced as he felt Winter’s tongue swirl experimentally around his thumb. Her cheeks hollowed just a little, the innocent yet eager way she suckled sending a fresh wave of heat straight through him. The candlelight painted everything in warm golds and deep shadows—the way Winter’s robe had slipped open slightly at the neckline, revealing the delicate collarbone beneath; the way Somi’s fingers kept tracing lazy circles on Yunjin’s skin; the way Giselle’s eyes gleamed with quiet pride, as if she had personally delivered this gift to him. Winter’s breathing had grown a touch heavier, her hands still resting in her lap but fingers twitching faintly against the silk, as if fighting the urge to reach up and touch him in return.

The room felt smaller, the vanilla scent thicker, the outside world completely forgotten. Matthew’s free hand flexed at his side, the tension in his shoulders visible even through the suit jacket, while Winter continued to explore the taste of his skin with slow, careful movements of her tongue and lips. The other girls remained perfectly still, their own robes shifting with every subtle breath or adjustment, the candle flames casting long, flickering shadows across the sectional that only heightened the intimate atmosphere.

Matthew’s thumb pressed a little deeper, testing the warmth and wetness of her mouth, and Winter responded by sucking just a fraction harder, her eyes never leaving his. The moment stretched on, thick and electric, every small sound and shift in the room amplifying the quiet intensity.

Winter’s hands, which had been resting demurely in her lap, began to drift upward with a slow, deliberate purpose. Her fingers brushed against the front of his slacks, tracing the outline of the straining bulge there as if she had been waiting for permission she no longer needed to ask for. There was no hesitation in the way she found the zipper, no nervous fumbling. Instead, she tugged it down with a smooth, confident pull, the metallic sound cutting through the quiet room like a promise. Even as her lips continued to work around his thumb—tongue swirling lazily, cheeks hollowing with each gentle suck—she worked the button open and eased his pants down his hips, letting the tailored fabric slide to the floor around his ankles. The black silk of her robe shifted with the motion, the neckline dipping lower and exposing the soft curve of her collarbone and the faint flush that had spread across her chest.

Matthew could feel it in every movement, the sincerity behind her actions. This wasn’t some performance put on for the others, not a reluctant favor or a scripted welcome. Her touch was hungry in its own quiet way, driven by something deeper, something that had been building inside her even since her first time with him. She wanted this. She wanted him. The realization sent a fresh pulse of heat through his veins, his cock twitching visibly beneath the thin layer of his boxers as her fingers hooked into the waistband.

The other girls watched in charged silence, the candlelight playing across their faces and turning their black silk robes into glossy highlights of skin and shadow. Somi leaned forward slightly on the sectional, her chin still resting on Yunjin’s shoulder, a soft, satisfied smile curving her lips as she took in the scene. Her hand had slipped down to rest on Yunjin's thigh, fingers tracing slow circles there, but her eyes never left Winter and Matthew. Giselle sat back with that familiar half-lidded expression, one eyebrow raised in quiet approval, the corner of her mouth twitching like she had known this exact moment would arrive. Yunjin, for her part, looked almost mesmerized, her usual composure cracking just enough to show wide-eyed fascination as she bit her lower lip.

Winter’s gaze flicked up to Matthew’s for a brief second, dark eyes heavy with something raw and unguarded, before she returned her focus to the task. She curled her fingers around the hem of his boxers and began to pull them down, inch by inch, savoring the reveal like she had all the time in the world. The fabric caught briefly on the thick base of his cock before sliding free, and the moment it did, his length sprang out heavily, the swollen head brushing against the bridge of her nose with a soft, warm tap. A quiet, needy sound escaped her—low and throaty, almost involuntary—as her nostrils flared. The rich, musky scent of him filled her senses, masculine and potent after the long day of travel, and she let out another soft moan that vibrated around his thumb still nestled between her lips. Her eyelids fluttered, and she inhaled again, deeper this time, as if committing the smell to memory.

Her mouth never stopped its gentle rhythm on his thumb, tongue pressing and swirling even as her free hand moved to wrap loosely around the base of his cock, feeling the weight and heat of it for the first time. She gave a tentative stroke, slow and exploratory, her palm warm and slightly trembling with excitement rather than nerves. The tip of his cock rested against her cheek now, a glistening bead of precum smearing lightly across her skin as she nuzzled closer, nose brushing along the underside while she breathed him in again. The contrast was striking—her delicate features framed by the black silk robe, the innocent flush still coloring her cheeks, yet her actions were anything but hesitant. She was fully lost in it now, surrendering completely in a way that made something possessive and proud flicker in Matthew’s chest.

Somi’s soft giggle broke the thick silence, light and delighted, as she watched Winter’s tongue dart out to taste the skin just beside where her thumb still rested. “Look at her,” Somi whispered, voice warm with affection and a hint of triumph. “She’s already so far gone.” Her fingers tightened gently on Yunjin’s thigh, the three of them leaning in a little closer on the couch, robes shifting and whispering against the cushions.

Giselle hummed in agreement, her tone low and knowing. “Told you. Once she decides she wants something, there’s no halfway with her.” She crossed her arms loosely under her chest, the movement causing her own robe to pull tighter across her breasts, but her eyes stayed fixed on the way Winter’s lips parted wider, as if preparing for more.

Yunjin let out a quiet breath, almost reverent, her hand squeezing Somi’s knee in return. “She’s really doing this… on her own. No one’s even telling her what to do.” The fascination in her voice was unmistakable, the kind that came from seeing a new side of someone she thought she already knew from shared stages and quick backstage hellos.

Matthew’s free hand came down to rest lightly on the top of Winter’s head, not guiding, not pushing—just steadying, feeling the soft strands of her hair beneath his palm as she continued to explore him with her mouth and fingers. Her thumb stroked along the underside of his cock in time with the gentle suction on his own digit, her nose still pressed close enough to catch every subtle shift in his scent. The room felt warmer, the vanilla candles doing little to mask the heavier, more intimate aroma now filling the space between them. Winter’s robe had slipped open further at the front from her leaning forward, revealing the smooth valley between her breasts and the way her nipples had tightened visibly against the silk. She looked up at him again through her lashes, eyes dark and glassy with desire, and gave his thumb one last slow, deliberate suck before her lips finally parted, releasing him with a soft, wet pop.

Her hand remained wrapped around his cock, stroking with a little more confidence now, while her other hand rested on his thigh, fingers digging in just enough to show how much she needed the contact. The candlelight caught the faint sheen on her lips and the small streak of precum on her cheek, turning the moment into something almost reverent. Matthew could feel the shift in her completely—the way she had crossed some invisible line and wasn’t looking back. Whatever doubts or shyness she might have carried into the mansion earlier had melted away, replaced by a quiet, burning need that matched the hunger in the eyes of the three girls watching from the couch.

The air between all five of them crackled with unspoken tension, the black silk robes and flickering flames creating a private world where time seemed to slow. Winter’s breathing had grown shallower, her chest rising and falling in rhythm with each slow stroke of her hand, and she leaned in once more, lips brushing teasingly against the head of his cock as if testing how much more she could take. The others remained perfectly still, their own robes slightly disheveled from the way they had shifted closer, eyes bright and fixed on every small movement Winter made.

Winter’s breathing had grown shallower, her chest rising and falling in rhythm with each slow stroke of her hand, and she leaned in once more, lips brushing teasingly against the head of his cock as if testing how much more she could take. She started with the tip, her tongue darting out in a slow, deliberate swipe that caught the bead of precum glistening there. The taste of him that was salty, warm, and unmistakably masculine made her hum softly in the back of her throat. A quiet sound of approval that vibrated against his sensitive skin. From there she didn’t rush. Instead, she explored every inch with painstaking care, her tongue flattening wide and dragging along the underside of his shaft in long, wet strokes that left shiny trails of saliva catching the candlelight. She circled the thick ridge beneath the head, tracing the prominent vein that ran along the side, then moved to the other side to repeat the motion, ensuring not a single centimeter went untouched. Her movement was thorough and almost reverent, like she was mapping him out of her mouth, committing the texture and the heat of him to memory. Spit began to drip freely from her lips, coating him in a glossy layer that made his cock gleam under the flickering flames.

Matthew’s breath caught as she worked lower, her tongue never pausing. She licked along the base where his shaft met his body, then dipped even further, lavishing the same devoted attention on his balls. She started with gentle laps, her tongue warm and soft as it cradled one heavy sac, rolling it slowly before moving to the other. The skin there was tighter, more sensitive, and she explored it with the same unhurried focus, coating everything in a slick sheen of her saliva. When she finally opened her mouth wider and sucked one of them inside, the wet heat enveloped him completely. She suckled gently, her cheeks hollowing just enough to create that perfect suction, before releasing it with a soft, audible pop that echoed in the quiet room. She repeated the action on the other side, taking her time, letting the wet sound fill the space between them as her hand continued to stroke the length of his cock in slow, steady pumps.

She pulled back just far enough to press a series of open-mouthed kisses along the entire underside of his shaft—soft, lingering presses of her lips that started at the base and worked their way up to the tip. Each kiss left a faint imprint of her lipstick and a fresh layer of warmth, her breath ghosting over the wet skin and making him twitch in her grasp. When she reached the head again she nuzzled her cheek against it, then turned her face so the full length rested across her features. She rubbed him slowly against her skin, sliding the heavy cock along her cheekbone, over the bridge of her nose, and down the other side, deliberately pressing it into her face as if she wanted his scent to sink into her pores. Her eyes fluttered half-closed, a faint, contented sigh escaping her as the musky aroma of him surrounded her completely. A thin string of saliva and precum connected her lower lip to the tip when she finally pulled away, and she chased it with her tongue, savoring every bit.

Only then did she focus on the head itself. She parted her lips and took just the swollen tip into her mouth, sucking on it lightly and rhythmically, the way someone might enjoy a favorite popsicle on a hot day—gentle pulls and swirls of her tongue around the sensitive underside, her cheeks hollowing in soft pulses that sent sparks of pleasure straight up his spine. She bobbed her head in tiny, experimental movements, taking a little more each time, until about a quarter of his length had slipped past her lips. The warmth and wetness of her mouth were overwhelming, her tongue pressing flat against the underside as she worked. She pulled back slowly, letting him slide out with a wet pop, then repeated the motion—taking him in again, a little deeper each time, building a steady rhythm of short, controlled bobs that left her lips stretched prettily around him.

Matthew’s hand, which had been resting lightly on the top of her head, tightened just enough to offer guidance without forcing. He threaded his fingers through her hair, not pushing, simply steadying her as she tried for more. Winter responded instantly, relaxing her jaw and leaning forward with renewed determination. With his gentle encouragement she managed to take half his length for a brief, glorious second—her throat fluttering around him, eyes watering slightly at the corners but never closing. The heat and pressure were intense, her tongue still working frantically beneath him, but then her gag reflex kicked in. Her body gave a small, involuntary jolt, a soft, choked sound vibrating around his cock as she pulled back quickly, gasping for air. A thick strand of saliva connected her swollen lips to the glistening head, stretching and breaking as she caught her breath, her chest heaving beneath the black silk robe.

Even in that moment her hands never left him. One continued to stroke the slick length she couldn’t quite take yet, while the other rested on his thigh, fingers digging in lightly for balance. Her face was flushed a deep pink, lips shiny and parted, a few stray strands of hair sticking to her damp forehead from the effort. She looked up at him again, eyes dark and glassy with a mixture of determination and raw want, clearly not finished—not even close. The candlelight caught every glistening detail: the way her saliva coated him from base to tip, the faint sheen on her own cheeks and chin, the way her robe had slipped open further at the front to reveal the rapid rise and fall of her breasts.

The room remained wrapped in that heavy, charged silence, the vanilla scent now mixed with something far more primal. Winter licked her lips slowly, gathering herself, then leaned in once more, ready to try again, her tongue already darting out to catch another bead of precum as it formed at the slit. Her movements were slower this time, more measured, as if she were savoring the challenge itself, completely absorbed in the task of pleasing him with nothing held back.

She took him back into her mouth with a fresh wave of determination, the wet heat enveloping the head once more as her tongue swirled around it in lazy, thorough circles. Every time she pulled back she made sure to drag her lips along his length with just enough pressure to leave him glistening, then spit deliberately onto the slick shaft, letting the warm saliva drip down in thick strands before her hand wrapped around the part she still couldn’t fit. Her fingers stroked firmly, twisting slightly on the upward glide, spreading the mess she had created until his entire cock was coated in a shiny layer of her spit. Soft, needy moans vibrated around him each time she sank down again, the sounds escaping her throat in little bursts that made her cheeks flush even deeper.

She worked him like that for long, indulgent minutes—bobbing steadily, pulling off to spit and stroke, then diving back in with renewed hunger. Her free hand stayed curled around his thigh for balance, nails digging in lightly whenever she took him particularly deep. The wet, obscene sounds of her mouth filled the room, mixing with the faint crackle of the vanilla candles and the subtle shift of silk robes on the sectional.

Across from them, the other three girls remained utterly transfixed. Somi sat forward on the edge of the cushion, elbows resting on her knees, eyes locked on the way Winter’s lips stretched around Matthew’s cock. Her own breathing had grown noticeably heavier, the black silk of her robe rising and falling with each inhale. Giselle leaned back against the armrest, legs crossed but one foot tapping restlessly, her gaze dark and unwavering as she drank in every detail. Yunjin, sandwiched between them, looked the most affected—her thighs pressed tightly together, cheeks burning as she watched Winter’s head move in that steady rhythm. The tension built slowly, the air growing thicker with every wet pop and moan. Yunjin shifted in her seat, biting the inside of her cheek, but eventually the ache became too much. She turned her head toward Somi, voice low and breathless. “I can’t just sit here and watch anymore. I need something. I need someone to kiss me or something…”

Somi’s lips curved into a slow, knowing smile. Without a word she reached over, cupped Yunjin’s face gently, and pulled her in. Their mouths met in a deep, hungry kiss, tongues sliding together immediately, the sound of it soft but unmistakable in the quiet room. Yunjin melted into it, one hand coming up to thread through Somi’s hair as they lost themselves in each other, the kiss turning messy and needy within seconds. Giselle stayed focused on the main scene, but her own hand had slipped beneath the folds of her robe, fingers disappearing between her thighs as she began to touch herself with slow, deliberate strokes. Her eyes never left Winter and Matthew, breath coming in quiet, controlled exhales while her robe shifted with the subtle movements of her arm.

Winter’s pace had picked up by now, growing faster and more eager despite the fact that she still couldn’t take his full length. She pushed herself harder, taking as much as she could manage on each downward glide, her hand working the rest in tight, twisting strokes that matched the rhythm of her mouth. Saliva dripped freely from her chin, coating her fingers and making everything slicker, wetter. Her moans came more frequently now—low, throaty sounds that vibrated around his cock and sent fresh sparks of pleasure through him. Most intoxicating of all was the way her eyes never left his. Even when her lashes fluttered or tears pricked at the corners from the effort, her gaze stayed locked on his face, dark and glassy with raw desire. The eye contact was electric, feeding something deep inside Matthew and making his jaw clench tighter with every passing second.

She continued worshipping him with everything she had—sucking harder on the head, licking long stripes along the underside, pressing open-mouthed kisses all over the slick length whenever she pulled back to breathe. Her tongue traced every vein, every ridge, as if she couldn’t get enough of the taste of him. The black silk of her robe had slipped further down one shoulder from the motion, exposing the smooth skin of her upper chest, but she paid it no mind, completely focused on the thick cock sliding between her lips.

Matthew watched her for another long moment, the sight of her so lost in pleasuring him pushing him right to the edge of his control. His hand tightened gently in her hair, and he finally spoke, voice low and rough. “Stop.”

Winter obeyed instantly. She pulled off with one last, lingering suck, then leaned in to press a single, soft kiss right against the swollen tip. After that she nuzzled her face against his cock again, rubbing the entire length slowly across her cheeks, her nose, her forehead, deliberately smearing the mixture of her spit and his precum over her skin until the scent of him clung to her like a claim. Her eyes stayed half-lidded, a small, satisfied hum escaping her as she marked herself with him one final time.

Matthew reached down and gently moved her hands away from his cock, his fingers brushing over her wrists in a silent command. Winter sat back on her heels, chest heaving, lips shiny and swollen as she looked up at him with that same glassy, eager expression. He hooked a finger under the loose tie of her black silk robe and tugged it free with deliberate slowness. The belt slipped apart, and he peeled the robe open inch by inch, letting the glossy fabric slide off her shoulders and pool around her waist on the floor. Beneath it she wore a delicate black half-bra made of the thinnest, silkiest material—barely more than lace and straps that cupped the undersides of her small, perky breasts and left the tops exposed. Matching panties sat low on her hips, the sheer fabric doing little to hide the way her arousal had already soaked through the front.

His hands moved immediately to her chest, large palms covering her breasts completely before he began to knead them with firm, possessive pressure. He squeezed harder than necessary, fingers digging into the soft flesh, thumbs brushing roughly over her already hardened nipples. The contrast between her delicate frame and the forceful way he handled her made her back arch instinctively, a fresh moan slipping from her lips as she pressed into his touch, completely surrendered.

The candlelight danced across her newly exposed skin, highlighting every curve and flush, while the sounds of Somi and Yunjin’s continued making out and the faint, rhythmic movements of Giselle’s hand beneath her own robe filled the background like a private soundtrack to the moment. Matthew’s grip tightened again, thumbs flicking over her nipples with intent, drawing another shaky breath from Winter as she stayed perfectly still under his hands, waiting for whatever came next.

Across the sectional, the scene between Somi and Yunjin had deepened into something far more intimate. Yunjin had melted completely backward, her spine pressed flush against Somi’s front, their bodies aligned so tightly that Yunjin’s back molded to the curve of Somi’s chest. The black silk of their robes had shifted and bunched between them, creating soft friction with every small movement. Somi’s arms were wrapped around her from behind, one hand slipped fully beneath the front of Yunjin’s robe to cup and squeeze the soft, full weight of her breast, thumb circling the hardened peak in slow, teasing strokes. Her other hand had disappeared lower, fingers sliding past the edge of Yunjin’s panties and sinking into the slick heat between her thighs with practiced ease. Somi’s mouth stayed latched onto the side of Yunjin’s neck, lips and tongue working together to leave a trail of warm, open-mouthed kisses that trailed down to her collarbone. Each press of her lips left behind the faintest rosy mark—subtle enough to be hidden under a light layer of makeup for any upcoming schedule, yet visible enough in the candlelight to feel like a secret claim.

Yunjin’s head tipped back against Somi’s shoulder, lips parted as soft, breathy moans spilled out of her with every slow thrust of Somi’s fingers and every firm squeeze of her breast. The sounds were low and needy, rising and falling in time with the steady rhythm Somi had set, her hips twitching helplessly against the hand buried between her legs. Giselle remained a little apart from them on the other side of the couch, completely lost in her own world of pleasure. Her robe had fallen open at the front, one side slipped off her shoulder to expose the smooth curve of her breast. Two fingers traced lazy, deliberate circles over her clit, the motion slow and controlled, while her other hand reached inside the robe to pinch and roll her own nipple between thumb and forefinger. Her eyes stayed glued to Matthew and Winter the entire time, dark and heavy-lidded, breath coming in quiet, measured exhales that matched the pace of her fingers. She looked every bit the composed observer, yet the faint sheen of sweat on her collarbone and the way her thighs pressed together betrayed how deeply she was enjoying the show.

Matthew’s focus never wavered from Winter. He kept one hand on her chest, kneading the small, perky breasts with firm, possessive pressure, feeling the way they filled his palms and the way her nipples tightened further under his touch. His other hand moved lower, hooking a finger beneath the thin waistband of her panties and dragging the soaked fabric to the side. Two thick fingers pressed against her entrance, sliding in slowly at first, savoring the tight, wet heat that clenched around them immediately. Winter gasped sharply, her body jolting at the sudden fullness, but she pushed down against his hand, silently begging for more. He curled his fingers gently inside her, stroking along her inner walls with deliberate care, letting her adjust before he began to pick up speed—thrusting deeper, faster, the wet sounds of her arousal mixing with the soft moans still coming from Yunjin across the couch.

His free hand continued working her breasts, squeezing and massaging them with increasing force until he decided the delicate half-bra was in the way. With a low growl of impatience, he gripped the front of the silky material and yanked it downward in one firm motion, the thin straps snapping slightly as the bra came free and fell loosely around her waist. Winter’s breasts spilled out completely, small and perfectly shaped, nipples flushed dark and sensitive. Matthew’s hand returned immediately, now able to touch skin to skin, and he began to play with them in earnest—twisting each nipple between his fingers, pulling them gently outward before letting them snap back, pinching just hard enough to draw a sharp whimper from her lips, then flicking them rapidly with the pad of his thumb. Every rough touch made her clench tighter around the fingers buried inside her, her hips rocking forward in tiny, desperate movements as she chased the overwhelming sensations.

Winter’s head fell back slightly, lips parted on a constant stream of soft, broken sounds, but her eyes stayed locked on Matthew’s face the entire time. The eye contact was intense, almost overwhelming, her gaze glassy and filled with pure, unfiltered need. She was completely open to him now, body responding to every thrust of his fingers and every twist of his hand on her chest, the black silk panties still pushed aside and soaked through as he worked her open.

The entire living room had become a haze of shared pleasure—the wet sounds of fingers moving inside both Winter and Yunjin, the soft gasps and moans from all four girls, the faint rustle of silk robes shifting with every movement. Candle flames flickered across bare skin and glossy fabric, casting long shadows that danced along the walls and made the scene feel even more intimate, more private. Somi’s mouth continued its slow exploration of Yunjin’s neck and collarbone, occasionally sucking a little harder to deepen one of those faint marks before soothing it with her tongue. Yunjin’s moans grew louder, her body arching back into Somi’s chest as the pleasure built. Giselle’s fingers moved a fraction faster between her own thighs, her free hand still rolling her nipple in time with the rhythm she watched Matthew set on Winter’s breasts.

Matthew curled his fingers deeper inside Winter, stroking that sensitive spot inside her with every thrust while his other hand kept up the relentless attention on her nipples—twisting, pulling, pinching, flicking—until her thighs began to tremble and her breathing turned ragged. He could feel how close she already was, how her walls fluttered and clenched around him, but he kept the pace steady, drawing it out, making her feel every single second of it while the other three girls watched and touched and lost themselves in the same heated atmosphere.

Matthew kept his fingers buried deep inside her, thrusting with a steady, relentless rhythm that had Winter’s entire body trembling under his touch. The two thick digits stretched her open perfectly, curling upward on every inward stroke to drag along that sensitive spot hidden along her front wall. Her walls clenched and fluttered around him, slick and impossibly hot, the wet sounds of her arousal growing louder and more obscene with each push. He could feel how close she was getting—her pussy growing tighter, wetter, the rhythmic pulses becoming faster and more desperate as her climax built higher and higher.

Winter’s breath came in short, ragged gasps, her small chest heaving as she rocked her hips down to meet every thrust. Her thighs shook, muscles tensing and releasing uncontrollably while her hands gripped the edge of the sectional cushion for support. A fresh rush of wetness coated his fingers, dripping down over his knuckles and onto the black silk that still clung loosely around her waist. He twisted his wrist slightly, scissoring his fingers apart to stretch her even more, then added a third slow curl that made her whimper loudly, the sound raw and needy. Her inner muscles clamped down hard, trying to pull him deeper, her whole lower body quivering as the pressure inside her coiled tighter and tighter.

He watched her face the entire time, drinking in the way her eyes fluttered, the way her lips stayed parted on constant soft cries, the way a thin sheen of sweat had begun to glow across her collarbone and the tops of her breasts. Every time he dragged his fingers out almost completely before slamming them back in, her back arched a little more, her nipples tightening into stiff peaks under the relentless attention of his other hand. He kept kneading her breasts, rolling the sensitive buds between his fingers, occasionally giving them a sharp pinch that made her clench even harder around the digits inside her. The candlelight caught every tiny reaction—the way her stomach fluttered, the way her thighs pressed together around his wrist only to fall open wider again, the way her pussy visibly fluttered and leaked around his fingers each time he hit that perfect angle.

Winter is right on the edge now. Her moans had turned into high, broken little sounds, her hips grinding frantically against his hand as the coil inside her wound impossibly tight. Her walls pulsed rapidly, squeezing him in rhythmic waves that told him she was only seconds away from tipping over. Her eyes, still locked on his, had gone glassy and unfocused, tears of overwhelming pleasure gathering at the corners as her whole body prepared to shatter.

Then, without warning, Matthew stopped moving.

He held his fingers perfectly still inside her, buried to the knuckle, and slowly pulled them free with a wet, obscene sound. The sudden emptiness made Winter’s eyes snap open wider. A disappointed sigh slipped from her lips, soft and frustrated, her hips instinctively chasing his hand for a moment before she realized he had pulled away completely. The ache between her legs felt sharp and immediate, her pussy clenching around nothing, still fluttering from how close she had been.

But that disappointment lasted only a heartbeat.

Her gaze dropped lower, and the sight that replaced it sent a fresh wave of heat crashing through her. Matthew had wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, thick and glistening from her earlier attention, and was positioning the swollen head right against her dripping entrance. The heavy tip nudged between her folds, spreading her open, pressing insistently against her slick heat. The look on his face—dark, hungry, completely focused on her—made her stomach flip with a rush of pure, electric anticipation. Her disappointment melted instantly into something far more intense: a desperate, trembling eagerness that made her pulse race and her breath catch in her throat. She wanted this. She needed to feel him inside her more than she had ever needed anything.

Her hand shot down to fist the cushion beside her hip, knuckles turning white as she braced herself, nails digging into the fabric. Her other hand gripped the edge of the sectional, body tensing in preparation. She kept her eyes on his face, lips parted, chest rising and falling rapidly as she waited.

Matthew didn’t make her wait long.

With one powerful, smooth thrust he drove forward, burying himself to the hilt in a single motion. The thick length stretched her wide open, filling her completely until the swollen head of his cock pressed firmly against the deepest part of her, nudging hard against her cervix. The sudden, overwhelming fullness made Winter’s eyes roll back, a sharp gasp tearing from her throat as her back arched violently upward off the cushion. Her pussy clenched hard around the massive intrusion, fluttering wildly as it struggled to adjust to his size, every inch of her inner walls stretched and claimed in one devastating stroke. The pressure was intense, almost too much, yet exactly what she had been craving—deep, heavy, and so full she could feel him throbbing against the very end of her.

A broken moan spilled from her lips, her body shuddering as she stayed arched like that, completely impaled on him. Her small breasts bounced with the force of the thrust, nipples still flushed and sensitive from his earlier attention. Her thighs trembled on either side of his hips, toes curling tightly as the overwhelming sensation of being so completely filled washed over her in waves. She could feel every thick inch of him pulsing inside her, the head pressed so deep it created a dull, delicious ache that blended perfectly with the sharp pleasure radiating through her core.

Matthew stayed buried there for a long moment, letting her feel every bit of him, his hands returning to her breasts to squeeze and knead them possessively while he savored the way her pussy spasmed and clenched around his cock. Winter’s head tipped back, lips bitten hard between her teeth, her entire body trembling with the raw intensity of being taken so completely in one thrust. The candlelight danced across their joined bodies, highlighting the way her slickness coated the base of his cock and the way her stomach fluttered visibly from the depth of him inside her.

She was utterly lost in the feeling—full, stretched, and completely his.

Matthew stayed buried to the hilt inside her, the thick length of his cock throbbing heavily against her deepest walls. The overwhelming stretch made every tiny shift of her body send fresh sparks of pleasure-pain radiating through her core. He kept one hand firmly on her breast, kneading the soft flesh while his thumb continued to brush over the stiff peak of her nipple. His other hand slid down to grip her hip, holding her in place as he looked straight into her eyes, voice low and rough with barely contained hunger.

“Fuck… you’re so tight,” he murmured, the words vibrating against her skin. “Even tighter than the first time I had you. I still remember how you felt then — barely able to take me, clenching around just the head like you were afraid to let go. And now look at you… taking every inch like you were made for it.”

Winter’s breath hitched, her pussy fluttering wildly around the massive intrusion. She could feel him pressing right against the entrance to her cervix, the blunt head nudging there with every tiny involuntary clench of her inner muscles. The fullness was almost too much, a deep, heavy pressure that made her stomach flutter and her thighs tremble on either side of his hips. Her hands stayed fisted in the cushion, knuckles white, as she tried to adjust to the sheer size of him stretching her open so completely.

“I feel so full,” she whispered, voice shaky and breathless, eyes still locked on his. “So completely full with your cock… like you’re touching places inside me I didn’t even know existed.” She swallowed hard, then added in a softer, almost pleading tone, “Don’t hold back. Please. I want it rough… just like you gave it to me before. I can take it. I want you to use me.” Matthew’s jaw tightened at her words, a dark spark flashing in his eyes. He didn’t need to be told twice. His grip on her hip tightened possessively, fingers digging into the soft flesh hard enough to leave faint marks, and he pulled back slowly — almost all the way out — until only the swollen head remained nestled between her slick folds. Then, with a powerful snap of his hips, he drove back in with one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt again. The force of it made Winter’s entire body jolt upward, a sharp cry tearing from her throat as her small breasts bounced from the impact.

He set a punishing rhythm immediately, fucking into her hard and deep, each thrust slamming home with enough power to make the couch shift slightly beneath them. The wet, filthy sound of skin meeting skin echoed through the room every time his hips collided with hers, his heavy balls slapping against her ass as he drove deeper. Winter’s back arched off the cushion again, her head falling back as broken moans spilled from her lips without restraint. Her pussy clenched and fluttered around him desperately, trying to adjust to the relentless pace, but the roughness only seemed to make her wetter, her arousal coating his cock and dripping down onto the silk beneath her.

Matthew leaned over her, one hand still gripping her hip while the other returned to her chest, squeezing and kneading both breasts roughly as he fucked her. He pinched her nipples hard, twisting them between his fingers, then used the leverage to pull her body down onto his cock with every inward thrust. The angle changed slightly, letting him grind against that sensitive spot deep inside her on every stroke, the head of his cock battering against her cervix with each powerful drive. Winter’s legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, heels digging into his lower back as she tried to pull him even deeper, her nails scraping down his arms through the fabric of his shirt.

He kept the pace brutal and unrelenting, hips snapping forward in a steady, punishing rhythm that had her small frame shaking beneath him. Every thrust forced the air out of her lungs in sharp gasps and moans, her pussy making wet, squelching noises around his thick length as he stretched her open over and over again. He shifted his angle again, grinding deep on the inward stroke instead of pulling all the way out, letting her feel the full weight of him pressing against her most sensitive places. Winter’s eyes rolled back once more, her mouth falling open in a silent cry as the overwhelming pleasure built higher and higher inside her.

Matthew didn’t let up. He fucked her harder, faster, the couch creaking under the force of his movements as he drove into her again and again. One hand left her breast to slide down between them, his thumb finding her swollen clit and rubbing tight, firm circles in time with his thrusts. The added stimulation made Winter’s whole body seize, her inner walls clamping down around his cock like a vice as another rush of wetness flooded around him. She was gasping, whimpering, her hips bucking up to meet every brutal thrust even as her thighs trembled uncontrollably.

He leaned down closer, mouth brushing against her ear as he growled, “That’s it… take every inch. Feel how deep I am?” He punctuated the words with a particularly hard thrust that made her cry out sharply, her pussy fluttering wildly around him. His hand kept working her clit without mercy while the other returned to her breast, squeezing and tugging at her nipple in time with the relentless pounding of his hips.

Winter was lost in it completely — her body arching, shaking, every nerve ending on fire as he fucked her exactly the way she had begged for. The rough, deep strokes left her feeling claimed and stretched and utterly full, each thrust pushing her closer and closer to the edge without letting her fall over it just yet. Matthew kept the pace steady and punishing, his own breathing growing heavier but still completely in control, determined to draw this out as long as he could while she fell apart beneath him.

Matthew kept the brutal rhythm going for several more powerful strokes, each one driving the full length of his cock into her dripping heat with enough force to make her small frame jolt on the cushion. Winter’s moans had turned into constant, broken cries, her pussy clenching and fluttering around him like it was trying to pull him even deeper. But he wanted more — he wanted to feel her from a new angle, wanted to watch her ass bounce and her back arch while he took her from behind.

Without warning he pulled out completely, the sudden emptiness drawing a desperate whimper from her throat. Before she could even protest he gripped her hips and flipped her over onto her stomach on the wide sectional. Winter scrambled onto all fours instinctively, knees sinking into the soft cushions as she pushed her ass back toward him, the black silk panties still shoved to the side and her robe long forgotten on the floor. Matthew positioned himself behind her, one knee braced on the couch, and lined up again. He grabbed a thick handful of her hair, wrapping the strands around his fist and tugging her head back firmly, forcing her back to arch deeply. His other hand locked onto her waist, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise as he slammed back inside her in one savage thrust.

The new position let him sink even deeper, the angle letting his cock grind against completely different spots inside her. He started with rapid, punishing thrusts — short, sharp snaps of his hips that made the sound of skin slapping skin echo sharply through the living room. Winter’s cries grew louder, her body rocking forward with every impact, breasts swaying beneath her as she gripped the back of the couch for support. Her pussy was soaked, the wet squelching noises growing filthier with each thrust, her walls gripping him like a vice as she pushed back to meet him.

Then he changed it up. He slowed dramatically, pulling almost all the way out before driving back in with one long, powerful stroke that lifted her knees slightly off the cushion. The force made her entire body jerk forward violently, a choked moan tearing from her throat as the head of his cock battered against her deepest point. He repeated it again and again — slow, devastating thrusts that nearly lifted her small frame with each one, her body jolting hard every time he bottomed out. The contrast between the earlier rapid pace and these deep, lifting strokes had her shaking uncontrollably, her arms trembling as she tried to hold herself up.

Matthew could feel his own climax starting to build, a heavy pressure coiling low in his gut as her pussy fluttered and clenched around him with every slow, punishing drive. He kept the pace like that for a while longer, savoring the way she fell apart beneath him, before he needed a new angle. He pulled out again, flipped her onto her side in one smooth motion, and hooked one of her legs up over his shoulder. Her other leg stayed bent on the couch, opening her completely to him. In this position he could see her face clearly — the way her eyes were glassy, her lips swollen and parted, the flush spreading across her chest.

He thrust back in hard, the new angle letting him hit every single sensitive spot inside her at once. Winter’s body jerked violently with each stroke, her small breasts bouncing, her hands scrambling for purchase on the cushion as broken sobs of pleasure spilled from her mouth. He fucked her like that — deep, grinding thrusts that made her leg tremble on his shoulder and her pussy spasm wildly around his cock.

“I’m getting close,” he growled, voice strained as he kept pounding into her. “Tell me — can I cum inside you?”

Winter’s answer came between desperate, gasping moans. “You… you shouldn’t even have to ask something so obvious…” She sucked in a shaky breath, trying to gather herself as another hard thrust made her cry out. Then she looked straight into his eyes, voice turning into a raw, needy shout. “Cum inside me! Give me everything — fill me up, please!”

The words snapped the last thread of his control. Matthew’s hips slammed forward with renewed brutality, fucking her as hard and deep as he possibly could. The wet, slapping sounds of their bodies colliding grew louder, echoing off the high ceilings of the mansion as he chased his release. Winter’s leg shook violently on his shoulder, her pussy clamping down around him like a vice as her own orgasm crashed over her without warning. Her entire body seized, back arching sharply, eyes rolling back as powerful tremors ripped through her. She shook terribly, thighs quivering, walls pulsing and milking him in rhythmic waves as she came hard around his cock.

Matthew buried himself to the hilt one final time and let go. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded deep inside her, pulse after pulse painting her inner walls as he ground against her cervix, emptying himself completely. Winter’s orgasm intensified at the feeling, her body convulsing harder, fresh waves of pleasure making her shake even more violently while she took every drop he gave her. The sensation of being filled so completely pushed her over again, smaller aftershocks making her pussy flutter and squeeze around his pulsing length as he stayed buried deep, letting her milk him dry.

Winter’s body was still trembling violently in the aftermath, every muscle loose and quivering as the last powerful waves of her orgasm slowly ebbed away. Thick, warm cum leaked steadily from where they were still joined, dripping down her inner thighs and soaking into the black silk that had bunched beneath her. Her chest heaved with ragged, uneven breaths, small breasts glistening with a light sheen of sweat under the flickering candlelight. She thought — hoped — that this would be the moment he gave her a brief reprieve, just a few seconds to catch her breath and let her overstimulated nerves settle. Her eyes fluttered half-closed, a soft, exhausted sigh slipping past her swollen lips as she waited for him to stay still inside her, to let the intense fullness simply throb and pulse without any further movement.

But Matthew was far too lost in the heat of the moment to consider stopping.

The feeling of her pussy still spasming and milking him so tightly, combined with the wet heat of his own release coating every inch of his cock, pushed him straight past any thought of mercy. He barely registered the way her body had gone limp beneath him. Instead, he tightened his grip on her waist and began to move again — slow at first, almost experimental, dragging his thick length back through the mess he had just pumped into her before pushing forward once more. The slick, obscene sound of his cum being pushed deeper filled the air as he started thrusting again, each stroke deliberate and heavy, stirring the load inside her and making fresh dribbles of it spill out around his shaft.

Winter’s eyes snapped open wider, a faint, surprised whimper escaping her as the sudden friction reignited every oversensitive nerve ending. She barely had the strength left to form words; her throat felt raw, her mind hazy from the back-to-back intensity. All she could do was let out a broken little sound and try to hold on, her fingers clawing weakly at the cushion beneath her as she forced her body to stay present. With whatever energy she had left, she pushed back against him faintly, determined not to let herself slip away into unconsciousness even though her limbs felt heavy and her vision kept blurring at the edges. Every deep thrust made her jolt, her small frame rocking forward on the couch as he used her without pause, completely consumed by the addictive tightness of her cum-filled pussy.

Matthew’s hips rolled steadily, then picked up speed again, the wet squelching growing louder as he fucked his own release deeper into her with every stroke. He was completely lost in the sensation — the way her walls fluttered and clenched around him despite how spent she clearly was, the way her body still tried to welcome him even after everything he had already given her. His breathing had turned rough and uneven, sweat sliding down the lines of his chest as he kept driving into her, completely unaware of how her moans had shifted into exhausted, overwhelmed whimpers. He changed the angle slightly, grinding deep on every inward thrust so the head of his cock pressed and rubbed against that sensitive spot inside her over and over, drawing fresh, shaky cries from her lips. Her thighs trembled violently on either side of him, her back arching and collapsing in weak little spasms as she fought to stay conscious through the relentless pleasure-pain.

He kept going like that for long, drawn-out minutes — thrusting, grinding, using her body with single-minded focus while Winter’s head lolled slightly, her eyes glassy and unfocused. She was barely able to do more than whimper and take it, her pussy still leaking steadily around his cock as another smaller wave of overstimulation threatened to pull her under completely. Her hands fisted the cushion tighter, the only anchor she had left as her body shook harder with every powerful movement.

Then a pair of smooth, warm hands slid across Matthew’s chest from behind, fingers splaying possessively over his sweat-damp skin. Giselle’s fully naked body pressed against his back, her breasts soft and warm as they molded to him, her nipples already hard from her earlier self-touching. She leaned in close, lips brushing the shell of his ear, her voice low and calm but carrying that familiar edge of control.

“Don’t waste all your energy right away,” she whispered, breath hot against his skin. “There are three of us still waiting for you, remember? You can’t ruin yourself on the first one and leave the rest of us empty.”

The words cut through the haze of pleasure clouding Matthew’s mind. He blinked, slowing his thrusts until he finally stilled completely inside Winter. His gaze dropped down to the girl beneath him, really looking at her for the first time in several minutes. Winter was shaking horrendously now, her entire body trembling uncontrollably as soft, broken whimpers and moans continued to spill from her parted lips. Her eyes were half-lidded and unfocused, cheeks flushed dark, a thin trail of drool slipping from the corner of her mouth as she tried to catch her breath. She looked completely wrecked — overwhelmed, overstimulated, and barely hanging on.

Matthew exhaled sharply, the fog of lust clearing enough for a flicker of awareness to return. He carefully pulled out of her, the movement slow and deliberate so as not to hurt her further. The moment his cock left her body, a thick rush of his cum poured out of her stretched entrance, dripping heavily onto the cushion beneath. The sudden emptiness triggered one final, unexpected climax in Winter — her back arched sharply off the couch as a fresh wave of tremors ripped through her, her pussy clenching and fluttering around nothing while a long, broken cry escaped her throat. She shook even harder for several long seconds, toes curling tightly as the aftershock rolled through her exhausted body.

Giselle moved smoothly around them, completely bare and glowing in the candlelight, and settled onto the couch right beside Winter. She reached out gently, brushing damp strands of hair away from the younger girl’s flushed face with careful, soothing strokes. Her voice was soft and warm, laced with genuine pride as she leaned in closer.

“You did such a good job taking him,” Giselle murmured, fingers continuing their gentle path through Winter’s hair. “Look at you… you took everything he gave you so well. It’s my turn now, okay? You can rest.”

Winter didn’t reply. She couldn’t. Her chest still rose and fell in shallow, uneven breaths, her body twitching with residual aftershocks as she lay there completely spent, eyes glassy and distant, lost in the overwhelming high from everything Matthew had just put her through. She could only manage a faint, exhausted sound — something between a whimper and a sigh — as Giselle’s fingers kept brushing soothingly through her hair, the older girl’s presence a quiet anchor in the haze of pleasure still clouding her mind.

Matthew stepped back slightly, his cock still hard and glistening with their combined release, chest heaving as he took in the sight of Winter’s wrecked form and the way Giselle had already positioned herself beside her, ready to take over. Her back arched deeply, pushing her ass up high and back toward him in an open, shameless invitation. Then she began to wiggle it slowly from left to right, the firm, rounded cheeks swaying teasingly, the motion deliberate and hypnotic. The movement made her ass jiggle just enough to catch the light, the subtle sheen of sweat on her skin highlighting every curve.

Giselle glanced back over her shoulder at Matthew, her dark eyes sparkling with that possessive, knowing hunger she always carried when it came to him. A sly little smile curved her lips as she kept wiggling her ass slowly, deliberately spreading her knees a little wider to give him the perfect view. “You must be starving after all that hard work,” she purred, voice low and teasing, laced with the sultry confidence that always drove him wild. “All that thrusting… you deserve a proper snack to recharge. Come here and eat it. My ass has been waiting for your tongue the entire time you were busy with her.”

Matthew’s gaze darkened instantly at the invitation. He dropped to his knees on the plush rug without a second thought, the carpet soft against his skin as he moved in close behind her. His large hands reached out and gripped her ass cheeks firmly, fingers sinking into the soft, warm flesh. He spread them as wide as he could, pulling them apart until her tight, pink asshole was fully exposed — glistening slightly from her own earlier arousal, twitching faintly under his stare. The sight was obscene and perfect, her hole winking at him as she pushed back slightly, presenting herself even more openly.

Giselle let out an impatient little huff, wiggling her ass again right in his face. “Don’t just look at it,” she murmured, voice dropping into that needy, demanding tone she only ever used with him. “Eat me. I want your tongue right there — now. I’ve been so empty without you.”

Matthew didn’t need any more encouragement. He leaned in, hot breath ghosting over her spread cheeks for just a second before he dragged his tongue in one long, slow, flat lick straight across her asshole. The taste of her — clean, slightly salty from the light sheen of sweat, with that faint sweetness that was uniquely hers — flooded his senses immediately. He groaned against her skin, the vibration making her gasp, and then he dove in properly. His tongue circled the tight rim slowly at first, tracing every delicate fold with deliberate care, feeling the way her asshole fluttered and clenched under the wet heat of his mouth. He pressed the tip of his tongue right against the center, pushing insistently, trying to work his way inside the tight ring of muscle as he licked and lapped at her with growing hunger.

Giselle moaned loudly, the sound rich and satisfied, pushing her ass back harder against his face. “Yes… just like that,” she breathed, her voice already turning breathy. “Deeper. I love when you eat my ass like you own it.”

He obliged instantly, spreading her cheeks even wider with his hands so he could bury his face completely between them. His tongue stiffened and speared into her asshole as far as it could go, fucking in and out in short, wet thrusts while his lips sealed around the tight hole and sucked gently. The filthy, wet sounds of his mouth working her filled the space between them — obscene slurping and licking that mixed with Giselle’s growing moans. He alternated between long, broad strokes that covered her entire crack and focused, swirling circles right on her puckered entrance, occasionally pulling back just enough to spit on her hole before diving back in to lick it up again. His nose pressed against the soft skin just above, breathing in the intimate scent of her as he devoured her ass with single-minded focus.

Giselle’s back arched deeper, her head tipping forward as she rocked back against his tongue, grinding herself onto his face in slow, needy circles. “Fuck… you’re so good at this,” she gasped, one hand reaching back to thread through his hair, holding him in place. “Don’t stop — keep eating my ass like that. I’ve missed your tongue so much.”

Matthew groaned into her, the vibration traveling straight through her body and making her clit throb untouched. He kept spreading her cheeks wide, his thumbs pressing into the soft flesh as he licked deeper, tongue fucking into her asshole with wet, filthy thrusts that had her moaning louder and louder. Every time he pulled back to catch his breath he replaced his tongue with two fingers, spreading her open even more so he could admire the way her hole glistened with his spit before diving back in with his mouth. The contrast between Winter’s exhausted, twitching form lying right beside them and Giselle’s eager, demanding energy only made the moment feel more intense.

Matthew’s hands kneaded and spread Giselle’s ass relentlessly, his tongue never stopping its relentless assault on her tightest hole. He licked, sucked, and fucked her with his mouth like he was starving for it, the wet, messy sounds growing louder as more spit dripped down her crack and mixed with the remnants of her own arousal. Giselle’s moans turned into breathy little cries, her hips rolling back against his face in time with every thrust of his tongue, completely lost in the pleasure of having him worship her ass exactly the way she loved.

He could feel every little flutter and clench of her hole around his tongue, the way it relaxed and opened for him the longer he ate her out. Spit dripped messily down her crack, coating her pussy lips and the insides of her thighs, making everything slick and shiny under the warm candlelight. He groaned loudly into her, the deep vibration traveling straight through her body and making her back arch even harder.

Giselle moaned without shame, the sound rich and throaty as she pushed her ass back against his face, grinding slowly in small circles to ride his tongue. “That’s it… keep eating my ass just like that,” she breathed, voice husky with pleasure. Her fingers tightened in his hair, not pulling him away but holding him exactly where she wanted him, encouraging every wet lap and thrust. She kept her knees spread wide on the couch, ass high and presented perfectly for him, the firm cheeks jiggling slightly every time she rocked back. The filthy, wet sounds of his mouth devouring her filled the space between them — loud slurps, obscene sucking noises, and the occasional spit that he deliberately let drip before diving back in to lick it up.

He spread her even wider with both hands, thumbs pressing hard into the soft flesh so her asshole stayed fully exposed and open for his tongue. He alternated between broad, flat licks that covered her entire crack and focused, swirling circles right on the puckered entrance, occasionally sucking the tight ring between his lips and tugging gently. Every time he did that, Giselle let out a sharp, satisfied gasp, her hips jerking back harder. “Fuck… you’re so greedy for it tonight,” she panted, eyes half-lidded as she looked back at him over her shoulder. “Don’t stop. I want your tongue deeper — make my ass nice and wet for what’s coming next.”

Matthew obeyed without hesitation, stiffening his tongue and fucking it in and out of her asshole in steady, rhythmic thrusts. The taste of her was addictive — clean skin mixed with the faint salt of her arousal and the deeper, more intimate flavor that always drove him wild. He could feel her relaxing more with every thrust, the tight muscle softening and opening under the constant wet heat of his mouth. Spit ran freely now, dripping down over her pussy and mixing with the remnants of her own wetness, creating a slick mess that coated everything between her legs.

Finally, Matthew pulled his mouth away with a wet, obscene pop, breathing hard as he sat back on his heels. His lips and chin were shiny with spit, eyes dark and hungry as he stared at her glistening, slightly open asshole. “God… your ass tastes so fucking delicious,” he growled, voice rough and low. “I could eat it for hours.”

He pushed himself up to his feet, towering over her as he stood beside the couch. Giselle stayed on all fours, ass still high and presented, a smug little smile curving her lips as she looked back at him. She gave her ass another slow, teasing wiggle, the cheeks bouncing lightly as she locked eyes with him.

“Mmm, look at you… all full and satisfied from that snack,” she purred, voice dripping with taunting sweetness. “Now that you’ve had your little treat, why don’t you put all that built-up energy to good use on me? I’ve been waiting so patiently while you were busy with her. My ass is right here… nice and wet and ready for you.” She reached back with one hand, spreading one cheek wider to show him the way her asshole still twitched and glistened from his tongue. “Go on. Stop holding back. Fuck my ass. I want to feel every thick inch stretching me open right now.”

Matthew’s cock twitched hard at her words, already leaking fresh precum from the tip. He wrapped his hand around the thick base and pumped it slowly a few times, stroking himself as he stared down at her. Then he stepped closer, smacking the heavy length against her spread cheeks with a wet slap, the sound sharp and filthy. He rubbed the swollen head all along her crack, dragging it up and down over her spit-slick asshole, teasing the tight ring without pushing in yet. The entire time, neither of them broke eye contact — Giselle looking back at him with that dark, challenging stare, Matthew watching her face intently, the tension between them crackling in the candlelit room.

Instead of slamming in all at once, he took his time. He pressed the blunt head of his cock right against her asshole and began to push forward slowly, watching every tiny reaction on her face as the thick tip started to breach the tight ring. Giselle’s eyes widened slightly, her lips parting on a sharp inhale as the initial stretch hit her. The pressure was intense — her asshole resisting for just a moment before the slick spit and her own relaxation let him slip the head inside with a wet pop. A low, guttural moan escaped her, her back arching deeper as her walls fluttered and clenched around the intrusion. Her eyebrows furrowed in pleasure, cheeks flushing darker as she felt herself opening up for him inch by inch.

Matthew kept pushing forward at that torturously slow pace, eyes locked on hers the whole time. He watched the way her mouth fell open wider, the way her lashes fluttered when the thickest part of his shaft stretched her open, the way her fingers dug into the couch cushion as she took more of him. Giselle’s breathing turned ragged, small whimpers mixing with deep, satisfied moans as he sank deeper. Her asshole gripped him like a vice, hot and velvety, every tiny movement sending visible shivers up her spine. When he was halfway in, her eyes rolled back for a brief second, a broken “Fuck…” slipping out as the fullness overwhelmed her in the best way.

He continued the slow, steady push, watching her face twist in pleasure-pain as the last few inches disappeared inside her. Giselle’s whole body trembled when he finally bottomed out, his hips flush against her ass, every thick inch buried deep in her tightest hole. Her mouth hung open in a silent cry, eyes glassy and dark with overwhelming sensation, her inner muscles spasming wildly around him as she adjusted to being so completely filled. A long, shaky moan finally tore from her throat, her ass clenching hard around his cock as she pushed back against him, greedy for even more.

Matthew stayed perfectly still once he was fully buried, both of them breathing hard, eyes still locked in that intense, unbroken stare while her asshole fluttered and squeezed around every inch of him. The candlelight danced across their bodies, highlighting the way her back arched so beautifully and the faint sheen of sweat already forming on her skin. Winter lay spent right beside them, still twitching faintly, completely unaware of anything except the heavy afterglow still pulsing through her own body. The mansion remained wrapped in its private, heated silence, the air thick with the scent of sex and vanilla as Giselle’s ass remained stretched wide around Matthew’s cock.

Then he began to move.

He pulled back with agonizing slowness, watching the way her asshole clung to every veined inch of him, the pink rim stretching and gripping as he withdrew until only the swollen head nestled inside. Giselle let out a low, throaty moan, her eyelids fluttering but never breaking their stare. When he thrust back in, still measured, still controlled, her entire body jolted forward, a sharp gasp escaping her as the thick length dragged along her inner walls and bottomed out again with a wet slap of skin on skin. The sensation was electric for both of them. Her ass was impossibly tight as always, hotter and smoother than anything else. The spit from his earlier tongue-fucking making every glide slick and filthy.

Matthew set a steady rhythm, hips rolling forward in deep, grinding strokes that made her ass ripple with each impact. He kept his hands locked in his waist, fingers digging into the soft flesh to pull her back onto his cock harder on every inward thrust. Giselle pushed back to meet him, matching his pace, her moans growing louder and more shameless as the pleasure built. “Fuck….yes, just like that,” Giselle panted, voice husky and dripping with need. “Feel how my ass takes you? It’s been aching for this the whole time you were gone.”

Matthew’s pace gradually quickened, the thrusts turning harder, deeper, the slap of his hips against her ass growing sharper. Giselle’s moans turned into full cries, her head tipping forward as she braced herself on the couch, pushing back greedily to take every brutal inch. Her asshole clenched and fluttered around him, milking his cock in tight, rhythmic pulses that made his jaw tighten with the effort of holding back. He reached forward, tangling one hand in her hair and tugging her head back firmly, forcing her to arch even more as he pounded into her from behind.

Somi and Yunjin, who had been lost in their own heated kiss on the other side of the sectional, finally broke apart, drawn irresistibly to the sight unfolding right next to them. Somi’s eyes were dark with hunger as she crawled closer, her black silk robe hanging open to reveal her full, still-sensitive breasts. She leaned in and pressed her mouth to Giselle’s shoulder, kissing and biting lightly while one hand slid down to cup and squeeze one of Giselle’s breasts, rolling the stiff nipple between her fingers. Yunjin followed right behind, her own robe discarded somewhere along the way, and positioned herself on Giselle’s other side. She dipped her head lower, tongue flicking out to lick along the curve of Giselle’s spine before moving even lower, her mouth hovering teasingly close to where Matthew’s cock was stretching Giselle’s asshole wide open.

Giselle’s moans grew louder, more broken, as the attention from all sides overwhelmed her. “Don’t stop… fuck my ass harder,” she gasped, eyes still locked on Matthew’s even as Somi pinched her nipple harder and Yunjin’s tongue traced teasing circles around her stretched rim, licking where they were joined. The added sensation made Giselle’s asshole clamp down even tighter around Matthew’s cock, the wet heat almost too much to bear.

Matthew groaned deeply, hips snapping forward with renewed force, fucking into her ass in long, punishing strokes that made the couch shift beneath them. He could feel every flutter, every desperate clench as Giselle’s body surrendered completely to the rough treatment. Winter, still recovering beside them, let out a faint, exhausted whimper as another small aftershock made her thighs tremble, her eyes fluttering open just enough to watch the way Matthew’s thick cock disappeared repeatedly into Giselle’s tightest hole.

The four of them moved together in a messy, heated tangle — Matthew pounding relentlessly into Giselle’s ass, Somi and Yunjin touching and licking and kissing every inch of her they could reach, while Winter lay spent and leaking right next to them, her body still twitching in the afterglow. Giselle’s cries echoed through the mansion, raw and needy, her ass taking every brutal thrust as Matthew lost himself in the tight, velvety heat. He kept his grip on her hair and waist, using the leverage to drive deeper, faster, the wet slapping sounds growing louder and filthier with every passing second.

Giselle’s voice cracked as another wave of pleasure crashed through her. “Yes… right there… don’t you dare slow down,” she demanded, pushing back against him even as her legs started to shake. Somi’s hand slid lower, fingers finding Giselle’s dripping pussy and sinking two inside without warning, curling them in time with Matthew’s thrusts. Yunjin’s tongue continued its teasing path around the stretched rim of Giselle’s asshole, licking and sucking wherever she could reach, adding another layer of overwhelming sensation.

Matthew’s thrusts grew erratic, hips slamming forward with raw power, the head of his cock battering deep inside Giselle’s ass on every stroke. The entire scene had become a living, breathing tangle of bodies and pleasure — sweat-slick skin, black silk robes discarded everywhere, candlelight painting everything in warm, flickering gold. Winter’s faint, exhausted whimpers mixed with Giselle’s loud, shameless moans, while Somi and Yunjin’s soft gasps and the wet sounds of fingers and tongues filled every gap.

Matthew kept fucking Giselle’s ass without mercy, lost in the tight, pulsing heat and the way her body opened up so perfectly for him. Giselle’s eyes never left his, that possessive spark burning brighter with every brutal thrust, her voice breaking as she moaned his name and begged for more.

Matthew’s hips snapped forward with building force, the thick length of his cock driving deep into Giselle’s asshole in long, powerful strokes that made her entire body rock forward on the couch. The tight ring of muscle stretched obscenely around his shaft, gripping him like a hot, velvet fist with every thrust. He started steady, almost measured, savoring the way her inner walls fluttered and clenched around him, the slick heat from his earlier tongue-fucking making every glide smooth and filthy. But the need inside him grew too fast, too urgent. His pace quickened, hips rolling faster, the wet slap of skin meeting skin growing sharper and louder as he fucked her ass with increasing intensity.

Giselle’s moans turned raw and unrestrained, her back arching deeper as she pushed back to meet every thrust. “Harder,” she gasped, voice breaking on the word. “Don’t you dare hold back on me.” Her asshole clenched tighter around him with each snap of his hips, the pressure almost overwhelming as he picked up speed. The couch creaked beneath them, the cushions shifting with the force of his movements. Every deep plunge made her ass cheeks ripple, the firm flesh bouncing against his pelvis as he drove into her again and again. The obscene, squelching sounds of his cock sliding in and out of her spit-slick hole filled the room, mixing with the faint crackle of the vanilla candles and the soft, exhausted whimpers still slipping from Winter’s lips beside them.

Somi and Yunjin didn’t stay idle. Somi’s fingers remained buried in Giselle’s dripping pussy, curling and thrusting in perfect time with Matthew’s rhythm, stroking that sensitive spot inside her with ruthless precision. Yunjin’s tongue kept working the stretched rim of Giselle’s asshole whenever Matthew pulled back, licking and sucking at the place where they were joined, adding wet, teasing licks that made Giselle’s whole body shudder. The combined stimulation had Giselle trembling, her thighs shaking as she tried to hold herself up on all fours, as high and presented for Matthew’s relentless pounding.

Matthew’s speed increased again, hips slamming forward in a brutal, rapid rhythm that left no room for gentleness. The wet, filthy slapping sounds echoed off the high ceilings of the mansion, his heavy balls smacking against her soaked pussy with every thrust. He could feel her asshole pulsing around him, the tight heat squeezing and milking his cock as if trying to pull him even deeper. Sweat slid down his chest, dripping onto her arched back as he fucked her harder, faster, the head of his cock battering against the deepest parts of her with every powerful stroke. Giselle’s cries grew louder, more desperate, her voice cracking as the overwhelming pleasure built higher and higher inside her.

“I’m so close,” Matthew growled, voice strained and rough, his grip on her waist tightening until his fingers left faint red marks on her skin. His thrusts never faltered, hips snapping forward with raw, animalistic need as he chased the edge.

Giselle’s eyes flew wide open at his words, her mouth falling open in a silent cry before she found her voice. She screamed it out, loud and raw, the sound echoing through the entire living room. “Cum inside me! Fill my asshole — paint every fucking wall white with your cum! Mark me again, make it yours like you always do!” Her voice broke into a desperate, throaty shout, the words spilling out between broken moans as her body trembled violently beneath him. “Don’t you dare pull out — give it all to me, right now!”

The filthy demand snapped the last thread of his control. Matthew slammed forward one final time, burying his cock to the absolute hilt inside her spasming asshole with a powerful, bone-rattling thrust. His entire body tensed as his orgasm crashed over him, thick, hot ropes of cum flooding deep into her tightest hole. He kept pushing forward even after he was fully buried, grinding his hips in slow, insistent circles to force every last drop as far inside her as possible, the head of his cock pressed hard against her inner walls while pulse after heavy pulse painted her asshole white. The sensation of being filled so completely, so deeply, pushed Giselle straight over the edge right along with him.

Her climax hit like a freight train. Her entire body jerked violently beneath him, back bowing sharply as powerful tremors ripped through her from head to toe. Her eyes rolled back, lashes fluttering wildly, mouth hanging open in a silent, breathless scream that eventually tore free as a long, shattered cry. Her face contorted in pure, overwhelming ecstasy — eyebrows furrowed tight, cheeks flushed a deep, burning red, lips swollen and parted as her expression twisted between agony and bliss. Tears of intense pleasure gathered at the corners of her eyes, spilling over as her asshole clamped down around his pulsing cock in rhythmic, vise-like spasms, milking every drop he gave her. Her thighs shook uncontrollably, knees buckling slightly against the couch as wave after wave crashed through her, the extra stimulation from Somi’s fingers curling deep in her pussy and Yunjin’s tongue still teasing her stretched rim amplifying everything until she was shaking so hard it looked like she might collapse.

Matthew kept his cock buried deep, grinding slowly through the last spurts of his release, feeling her asshole flutter and squeeze around him as she rode out the intense orgasm. Giselle’s body continued to jerk and twitch in powerful aftershocks, her breath coming in short, sobbing gasps, face still locked in that raw, blissful expression — eyes half-rolled back, mouth slack, a thin trail of drool slipping from the corner of her lips as the pleasure refused to let her go. Somi and Yunjin kept touching her through it, fingers and tongue working her until the tremors finally began to ease, leaving Giselle trembling and spent, her asshole still spasming weakly around Matthew’s softening cock.

Eventually he eased back, watching with dark, satisfied eyes as his softening length slid free from her stretched hole. A thick, creamy trickle of his release immediately followed, leaking slowly from her well-fucked asshole and dripping down over her pussy lips before sliding onto the cushion beneath her. Giselle let out a long, shaky exhale, her body still trembling from the intensity of her climax, ass twitching faintly as the warm cum continued to seep out.

He leaned down slightly, one hand stroking gently over the curve of her hip as he murmured against her ear, voice low and rough with affection. “Aeri… I love being inside your ass so much. Nothing else feels like this. You take me so perfectly every single time”

Giselle’s lips curved into a lazy, blissed-out smile, her eyes still half-lidded as she glanced back at him over her shoulder. She didn’t reply with words — just a soft, contented hum and a subtle push of her hips, as if silently agreeing that her ass was made for him.

Somi and Yunjin had already begun to shift away from Giselle’s sides, their hands and mouths leaving her skin with one last lingering touch. Somi moved first, sliding off the couch with graceful ease, her own black silk robe hanging open and revealing the soft, full curves of her breasts and the faint dampness still glistening between her thighs. She reached down and helped Giselle lower herself properly onto the sectional, guiding the older girl to lie on her back beside Winter. Giselle settled with a satisfied sigh, legs parting slightly so the evidence of Matthew’s release continued to leak out of her in slow, obscene drips. Winter lay right next to her, still twitching faintly with the occasional aftershock, her small body limp and spent, chest rising and falling in shallow, exhausted breaths.

Somi brushed a strand of hair away from Giselle’s flushed face, then turned her gaze to both girls lying side by side — one completely wrecked and leaking, the other still hazy and trembling. A soft, hungry smile spread across Somi’s lips as she looked over at Matthew and Yunjin. “While Yunjin keeps him busy for a little while,” she said, voice warm and teasing, “I’m going to take care of you two. Especially Minjeong… this is her first real time with us, and I want to make sure she feels every bit of it.” She crawled onto the couch between the two girls, her hands already sliding gently over Winter’s quivering thighs and Giselle’s cum-slick skin, clearly eager to taste the mess they had both made.

Meanwhile, Yunjin had turned her full attention to Matthew. She slid off the couch and dropped gracefully to her knees in front of him, her thick, luscious lips parting slightly as she reached out and wrapped her fingers around his softened, glistening cock. The length was still slick and shiny with the combined mess of Giselle’s ass and the remnants of his release, heavy and warm in her palm. Yunjin looked up at him with a playful little glint in her eyes, stroking him slowly as she murmured, “Looks like this guy needs some cleaning up… don’t you think?”

Matthew let out a small, breathless chuckle, one hand coming down to rest lightly on top of her head. “You know exactly what to do,” he replied, voice still rough from everything that had come before.

Yunjin’s smile widened. She lifted his cock and smacked the heavy, glistening length playfully against her own full, plush lips a few times, the wet sounds soft but deliberate. She had hoped the contact would make him harden instantly — the way it usually did when she teased him like this — but this time his length stayed soft and heavy in her hand, still recovering from the intense rounds with Winter and Giselle. Undeterred, she pumped him slowly with her fist a few times, feeling the weight of him, spreading the slick mess along his shaft with her fingers. Then, without hesitation, she parted her lips wider and took him into her mouth in one smooth, unhurried glide.

She swallowed his entire length slowly, her throat relaxing completely as she sank down until her nose pressed against his pelvis. There was no resistance, no struggle — just the warm, wet heat of her mouth and throat enveloping him completely, her tongue pressed flat along the underside as she held him there for a long moment. She hummed softly around him, the vibration traveling straight through his cock, before pulling back just enough to let his length slide almost all the way out, leaving only the head resting on her tongue.

Yunjin pulled off completely for a second, a thin string of saliva and mixed fluids connecting her swollen lips to the tip of his cock. She licked her lips slowly, savoring the taste, then let out a low, appreciative hum. “Mmm… the mix of Aeri ’s ass and Minjeong’s pussy on you is actually really good,” she murmured, voice husky and genuine. “Sweet and salty at the same time… I could taste this all night.”

She didn’t wait for a reply. She leaned in again, taking him back into her mouth with the same slow, deliberate ease, her thick lips stretching prettily around his softening length as she began to clean him thoroughly with long, lazy strokes of her tongue. Her hands rested lightly on his thighs, steadying herself while she worked, eyes glancing up at him every so often with that quiet, devoted look she always wore when she had him like this.

The living room had become a haze of overlapping sensations and soft sounds — the faint, wet noises of Somi’s mouth and fingers exploring both Winter and Giselle on the couch, the occasional exhausted whimper from Winter as she was gently licked and soothed, Giselle’s low, satisfied sighs as she recovered, and the quiet, intimate sounds of Yunjin’s mouth working Matthew’s cock with unhurried devotion. Candlelight continued to flicker across every bare curve and slick surface, the vanilla scent now heavily mixed with the thick, unmistakable aroma of sex that clung to the air. The mansion felt warmer, smaller, wrapped completely around the five of them as the night stretched on, each person finding their own way back into the shared rhythm of pleasure and connection.

Matthew’s fingers threaded gently through Yunjin’s hair, letting her take her time, while his gaze drifted over to the couch where Somi’s eyes gleamed with quiet satisfaction as she settled herself between the two spent bodies on the wide sectional. The black silk of her robe had slipped completely off one shoulder, hanging open to reveal the full, heavy swell of her breasts and the faint damp spots where her own nipples had hardened from the sight alone. Winter and Giselle lay side by side, both of them still trembling faintly in the aftermath of Matthew’s rough attention — Winter on the left, completely wrecked and leaking steadily onto the cushion, her small frame limp and twitching with every residual aftershock; Giselle on the right, breathing harder but still carrying that familiar spark of control even as thick trails of cum continued to drip slowly from her well-fucked asshole.

Somi licked her lips slowly, savoring the moment. This was her favorite part — stepping in to take care of her girls after Matthew had used them so thoroughly. She placed one hand gently on Winter’s quivering thigh, thumb stroking soothing circles over the sensitive skin, and the other on Giselle’s hip, fingers pressing just enough to feel the heat radiating from her. Both girls were soaked, their combined arousal and Matthew’s release glistening under the flickering candlelight, the air thick with the heavy, musky scent of sex.

She started with Winter.

The youngest girl was utterly submissive, her body yielding completely the second Somi’s mouth descended. Somi leaned in and dragged her tongue in one long, slow stripe from Winter’s clit all the way up through her dripping folds, tasting the salty-sweet mix of Matthew’s thick cum and Winter’s own slickness. Winter let out a broken, helpless whimper, her hips twitching weakly as if trying to push closer but lacking the strength to do more than tremble. Her hands fisted loosely at her sides, not grabbing or guiding, just holding on as she surrendered entirely to Somi’s tongue.

Somi hummed softly against her, the vibration making Winter’s thighs shake harder. She licked deeper, tongue sliding inside the cum-filled entrance to scoop out the warm, creamy load Matthew had left behind, swallowing it down with obvious relish before returning to swirl slow, firm circles around Winter’s swollen clit. Winter’s head tipped back against the cushion, lips parted on a constant stream of soft, needy sounds — little gasps and whimpers that grew higher and more desperate the longer Somi worked her. She was completely pliant, thighs falling open wider without any prompting, her small body arching only when the pleasure became too sharp, then melting back down again like she had no will left to resist.

“Good girl,” Somi murmured against her pussy, voice warm and affectionate. “Just lie there and let me clean you up. You took Daddy so well… now let unnie take care of the mess.” She sucked gently on Winter’s clit, then pushed her tongue back inside, lapping up more of the leaking cum while her fingers stroked soothingly along the younger girl’s trembling inner thighs. Winter could only nod weakly, eyes glassy and unfocused, completely lost in the gentle but insistent pleasure. Every slow lick made her twitch, every swallow of Matthew’s release drawing a fresh, broken whimper from her throat as she gave herself over entirely.

Giselle watched the scene with half-lidded eyes, her own body still pulsing from the brutal fucking she had just taken. She was less fully submissive than Winter — there was still that demanding edge to her, the way she always needed to feel at least a little in control — but even she couldn’t hide how spent and sensitive she was. When Somi finally turned her attention to her, Giselle’s breath hitched, a low, needy sound escaping before she could stop it.

Somi smiled against Giselle’s skin as she moved over, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of her thigh before dragging her tongue straight through the messy trail of cum leaking from her asshole. Giselle’s hips jerked sharply, a mix of a moan and a half-command slipping out. “Deeper, Somi… don’t tease. Use your whole tongue.” There was still that bossy tone, the familiar possessiveness, but it was softened by the way her voice cracked slightly, the way her thighs trembled as Somi obeyed and pushed her tongue inside the cum-filled hole without hesitation.

Somi licked her slowly, thoroughly, savoring the thicker, earthier taste of Matthew’s load mixed with the unique flavor of Giselle’s ass. She swirled her tongue in slow circles, fucking it in and out in lazy thrusts while her fingers gently spread Giselle’s cheeks wider. Giselle’s hand came down to thread through Somi’s hair, not quite guiding but definitely holding her there, a clear sign of that half-submissive, half-demanding balance. “Yes… like that. Eat it all out of me. I want to feel your tongue cleaning every drop he left inside.” Her words were commanding, but her body betrayed her — back arching, thighs shaking, a helpless whimper escaping when Somi sucked gently on the sensitive rim.

Winter, still lying right beside her, let out another soft, submissive whimper as she watched through half-lidded eyes. Her hand twitched like she wanted to reach out but didn’t have the energy, so she simply lay there, trembling faintly while Somi alternated between them — licking deep into Winter’s pussy again, then returning to Giselle’s asshole, cleaning both girls with slow, devoted strokes of her tongue. The wet, filthy sounds of her mouth working their spent holes filled the space between them, mixed with Winter’s quiet, yielding whimpers and Giselle’s breathier, more demanding moans.

Somi hummed happily as she moved back and forth between them, her own arousal dripping slowly down her thighs from how much she loved this — tasting Matthew on both of them, feeling how completely they had been used and how willingly they now let her take care of the aftermath. Winter remained fully pliant, every lick drawing soft, broken sounds from her as she melted under Somi’s mouth, completely submissive and open. Giselle was a perfect mix — letting Somi devour her, arching and moaning, but still murmuring little orders between gasps: “Slower there… yes, fuck, just like that… don’t forget my clit, Somi-ya.”

Somi obliged every time, her tongue and fingers working both girls with patient, loving thoroughness. She sucked gently on Winter’s clit until the younger girl’s thighs shook with another weak aftershock, then moved to Giselle’s asshole again, pushing her tongue deep while her fingers stroked the older girl’s dripping pussy. Both of them were leaking steadily onto the couch now, the combined mess of cum and fresh arousal coating Somi’s chin and lips as she continued eating them out with unhurried devotion.

The three of them formed a perfect, intimate little tangle on the sectional — Winter lying completely submissive and spent, Giselle half-yielding and half-directing with breathy commands, and Somi happily lost between their thighs, tasting and cleaning and pleasuring them both while the candlelight flickered softly across their flushed, sweat-slicked skin. The mansion felt even warmer, the air thicker with the scent of sex and satisfaction, as Somi took her time making sure neither girl was left untouched or uncleaned after what Matthew had done to them. Winter’s soft, helpless whimpers and Giselle’s mixed moans of pleasure and quiet demands blended together beautifully, creating a private symphony that Somi savored with every slow, deliberate lick.

Meanwhile, Matthew and Yunjin already moved into the adjacent dining room. The long wooden table gleamed under the low overhead lights, its surface cool and smooth — the perfect stage for what he had in mind. Yunjin’s entire body is completely lay flat along the length of the table, her head hanging off the edge so her long hair cascaded toward the floor. The wet, obscene sounds echoed through the dining room — loud, rhythmic glucks and gurgles as his cock pounded in and out of her throat without any mercy. Saliva poured freely from the corners of her mouth, running in thick rivulets down her upside-down face, over her cheeks, across her forehead, and dripping onto the floor beneath her head. Her lips stretched wide around the base of his shaft, shiny and swollen, the excess spit making everything messy and glistening under the warm lights. Yunjin’s body jerked slightly with every brutal thrust, her breasts bouncing on her chest, but Matthew’s strong hands kept her wrists pinned firmly to the table, holding her exactly where he wanted her.

He fucked her throat like he owned it, hips driving forward again and again, the head of his cock sliding deep into the tight heat of her esophagus with every stroke. Yunjin kept making sounds — muffled, wet, desperate little noises that vibrated deliciously around his length. They weren’t sounds of discomfort; they were pure, needy moans filtered through the thick cock stretching her throat wide open. Her eyes watered, tears slipping down her temples and mixing with the saliva coating her face, but she never once tried to pull away. Instead her tongue pressed flat against the underside of his shaft, working him even as he used her without remorse.

Matthew’s pace grew harder, faster, the table creaking faintly beneath her as he pounded her throat like there was no tomorrow. The wet slapping of his balls against her forehead mixed with the constant, filthy gurgles coming from her mouth. Saliva streamed down her face in steady rivers now, soaking her hair and pooling on the floor in a growing puddle. Her upside-down expression was one of complete surrender — eyes half-rolled back, cheeks hollowed from the suction she was still trying to give him even while being brutally fucked.

He kept her wrists pinned tight, using them as leverage to drive deeper, his hips snapping forward with raw power. Yunjin’s body jolted with every thrust, her throat convulsing around him in rhythmic squeezes that only made him groan and fuck her harder. The dining room filled with the lewd symphony of her throat being used — loud, wet, relentless — while her hands stayed trapped under his, fingers twitching helplessly against the wood.

Then Matthew shifted his grip.

He released one of her wrists and slid that hand down between her spread thighs, plunging two thick fingers straight into her soaked pussy without warning. Yunjin’s muffled cry vibrated intensely around his cock as he curled them deep, stroking her inner walls in time with his thrusting. At the same time his other hand moved to her throat, wrapping around the front of her neck and squeezing just enough to hold her steady. The pressure wasn’t painful — it was possessive, stabilizing, keeping her head and body exactly where he needed her as he increased the brutality and speed of his thrusts.

Now he fucked her throat with even more force, hips slamming forward in rapid, punishing strokes while his fingers pumped in and out of her dripping pussy and his palm pressed firmly against her neck. Yunjin’s sounds grew louder, wetter, more desperate — constant, vibrating moans that traveled straight through his cock as her body shook on the table. Saliva continued to pour from her mouth in thick streams, coating her entire face and dripping heavily onto the floor. Her pussy clenched hard around his fingers, gushing fresh slickness with every deep thrust of his cock down her throat.

Matthew didn’t slow down. He kept her pinned and filled from both ends, one hand squeezing her throat to keep her perfectly still while the other fingered her pussy mercilessly, all while his hips drove his cock in and out of her throat like a machine. The dining room echoed with the wet, filthy sounds of her being used so completely — the constant gurgles, the slap of skin, the creak of the table, and Yunjin’s muffled, needy moans that never stopped.

She was completely at his mercy, throat bulging, face a shiny mess of her own saliva, body trembling as he fucked her without any sign of slowing down. Matthew’s eyes stayed locked on her upside-down face, watching every twitch, every tear, every desperate flutter of her lashes while he used her throat and pussy at the same time, the pressure on her neck keeping her exactly where he wanted her as the intensity only continued to climb.

Matthew’s hips drove forward with relentless power, burying his cock to the absolute hilt down Yunjin’s throat on every stroke. The tight, velvety heat of her esophagus squeezed around him like it was custom-made, rippling and fluttering with each brutal thrust while she took him without the slightest hint of resistance. Her head hung completely off the edge of the dining table, upside-down face already a glistening, ruined mess of thick saliva that poured from the corners of her stretched lips in heavy, continuous streams. The clear fluid ran down her cheeks, over her forehead, and dripped in long, sticky strands onto the polished wooden floor below, creating a growing puddle that reflected the warm overhead lights.

He kept her wrists pinned flat against the table on either side of her head, using them as anchors to pull her body into every savage thrust. His pace was merciless now — fast, deep, and completely unforgiving — the wet, guttural glucking sounds echoing loudly through the dining room with every time his heavy balls slapped against her forehead. Yunjin’s muffled moans vibrated intensely around his shaft, the constant, needy hums traveling straight down his length and making his cock throb harder inside her throat. Her eyes were glassy and half-rolled back, tears streaming from the corners and mixing with the rivers of spit coating her face, but there was nothing but pure, devoted pleasure in the way her tongue pressed flat and worked him even as he fucked her throat raw.

Matthew’s free hand had been buried between her spread thighs, two thick fingers pumping roughly in and out of her soaked pussy, curling hard against that sensitive spot inside her with every thrust of his cock. The dual assault had her body jerking and twitching helplessly on the table, her hips bucking up weakly as fresh slickness gushed around his fingers and dripped down onto the wood beneath her ass. Then he shifted his grip again, sliding the hand from her pussy up to wrap firmly around the front of her throat. His palm pressed just enough to feel the thick bulge of his cock sliding in and out beneath her skin, squeezing with possessive pressure to hold her head perfectly still while he increased the brutality of his thrusts.

The new hold let him fuck her even harder, hips snapping forward in rapid, punishing strokes that made her throat bulge obscenely with every deep plunge. The table creaked loudly under the force, Yunjin’s body jolting violently each time he bottomed out, her breasts bouncing wildly on her chest as saliva continued to flood from her mouth in thick, messy waves. The wet, filthy sounds grew louder — constant, sloppy gurgles and glucks mixed with the sharp slap of his hips against her upside-down face. Matthew groaned deeply, eyes locked on the obscene sight of her throat expanding around him, the way her lips stretched so prettily around the base of his cock, the rivers of spit and tears coating her entire face until she looked completely wrecked and claimed.

He could feel his climax building fast, a heavy, coiling pressure at the base of his spine that made his balls tighten and his cock swell even thicker inside her throat. His thrusts turned erratic and savage, hips slamming forward with raw power as he chased the edge, fingers squeezing tighter around her neck to keep her exactly where he needed her. Yunjin’s muffled cries grew louder and more desperate, vibrating wildly around his length as her pussy clenched hard around nothing, her body trembling uncontrollably from the overwhelming fullness in both her throat and the lingering ache between her legs.

“I’m gonna cum,” Matthew growled, voice strained and low, his grip on her wrists and throat tightening as he drove into her face with everything he had left. “Right down your fucking throat — take every drop like the perfect little toy you are.”

Yunjin could only respond with a deep, vibrating moan that shook around his cock, her eyes fluttering as she surrendered completely to what was coming.

Matthew slammed forward one final time, burying himself as deep as physically possible down her throat until her nose was crushed against his pelvis and her chin pressed against his balls. His entire body tensed, a low, guttural groan tearing from his chest as the first powerful rope of cum erupted straight into her esophagus. Thick, hot spurts flooded her throat in heavy pulses, painting her insides white as he kept his cock buried to the hilt, grinding slowly to force every last drop as deep as it would go. The sheer volume was overwhelming — rope after thick rope shooting directly into her stomach while the excess had nowhere to go but back up.

Cum began to overflow almost immediately. Even with his cock sealing her throat completely, the sheer amount pushed back around the sides of his shaft, bubbling out from the corners of her stretched lips in creamy white streams. It mixed with the endless saliva already coating her face, dripping down her upside-down cheeks, over her forehead, and into her hair in messy, obscene rivulets. Some of it even leaked from her nostrils in thick, pearly drops, running down the bridge of her nose and joining the chaos on her skin. Yunjin’s throat convulsed around him in rhythmic swallows, trying desperately to take everything he gave her, but the overflow was too much — thick globs of cum and spit ran freely down her face, coating her eyes, her temples, and dripping heavily onto the floor in long, stringy strands.

Matthew kept his cock buried deep through the entire orgasm, grinding and pulsing as the last heavy spurts emptied into her, making sure she felt every throb and twitch while her throat milked him dry. Her body jerked and trembled violently beneath him, the combination of the massive load flooding her and the relentless pressure on her throat pushing her straight into another shattering climax of her own. Her pussy clenched hard around nothing, fresh slickness gushing out between her thighs as her muffled, choking moans vibrated wildly around his cock.

Only when the last weak spurt had been drained did Matthew finally ease back, slowly sliding his length from her throat with a long, wet, obscene pop. The moment he pulled free, a massive rush of thick, white cum poured from her open mouth like a broken faucet — thick globs and strings spilling out over her upside-down face, running down her cheeks, across her forehead, and dripping heavily into the growing puddle on the floor. Her lips stayed parted, swollen and shiny, as more cum bubbled and leaked from the corners, mixing with the rivers of saliva until her entire face was a complete, filthy mess of his release. Some of it even clung to her eyelashes and ran into her hair, turning the once-elegant strands into a sticky, cum-soaked tangle.

Yunjin lay there gasping, chest heaving, her upside-down face completely painted white and glistening under the lights. She swallowed hard a few times, the motion visible and messy, a thick strand of cum still dangling from her lower lip before it finally broke and fell onto the floor with a wet splat. Her eyes were glassy, cheeks flushed dark, but the small, satisfied hum that escaped her cum-covered lips told him everything — she had loved every brutal second of it.

Matthew stood over her, breathing hard, his cock still twitching and shiny with the remnants of her throat and his own release. He reached down and gently stroked her cum-streaked cheek with his thumb, smearing the mess across her skin as he took in the beautiful, ruined sight of her lying there completely claimed and overflowing with his cum.

“Get up,” he ordered, voice rough and commanding. “Kitchen counter. Bend over it. Now.”

Yunjin didn’t hesitate. Even though her legs felt like jelly and her head was still spinning from the brutal throatfucking, she slid off the table with shaky determination. Cum and spit continued to drip from her chin and hair as she moved, leaving a messy trail behind her on the hardwood floor. She walked the few steps into the open kitchen area on unsteady feet, the cool air of the mansion brushing against her completely naked, flushed skin. Without needing further instruction she bent forward over the wide marble counter, pressing her upper body down until her heavy breasts squished against the cold surface and her ass pushed out invitingly toward him. Her legs spread just enough to give him full access, the remnants of her own arousal already glistening between her thighs.

Matthew followed right behind her, his cock still half-hard and shiny from her throat. He didn’t give her a single second to prepare. The moment she was in position he gripped her hips firmly, lined himself up, and thrust straight into her pussy in one powerful, unrelenting stroke. Yunjin’s mouth fell open in a sharp, broken gasp that quickly melted into a loud, needy moan as the thick length stretched her open without any warning. The sudden fullness made her knees buckle slightly against the counter, her body jolting forward as he buried himself to the hilt in a single brutal push.

He didn’t pause. He started fucking her immediately — hard, fast, and completely merciless — hips slamming forward with punishing force that made her ass ripple and her breasts slide back and forth against the cool marble with every thrust. The wet, filthy slapping sounds of skin meeting skin echoed sharply through the kitchen, mixing with the obscene squelch of her soaked pussy taking him so suddenly. Yunjin’s moans grew louder and more desperate, her fingers scrambling for purchase on the counter’s edge as her body rocked violently with each deep plunge.

Matthew reached around and shoved two thick fingers into her mouth without slowing down, pressing them deep against her tongue to muffle some of her cries while still letting the needy sounds vibrate around them. At the same time his other hand slid up to cup one of her small, round breasts, squeezing the soft flesh roughly, fingers digging in as he used the grip for leverage to fuck her even harder. His palm pressed firmly against her nipple, rolling and pinching it between his fingers while his hips snapped forward in a brutal, unrelenting rhythm. The counter creaked under the force of his thrusts, Yunjin’s body jolting forward each time he bottomed out, her pussy clenching and fluttering wildly around his thick cock as it stretched her open over and over again.

He kept the pace savage, hips driving into her with raw power that left no room for gentleness. Every thrust forced her breasts to slide against the marble and made her moan loudly around his fingers, the sound wet and muffled but still dripping with pure pleasure. Saliva mixed with the leftover cum on her face dripped from her chin onto the counter as she was fucked senseless, her eyes fluttering half-closed while her body shook from the intensity. Matthew’s fingers curled deeper into her mouth, pressing down on her tongue as he used her like a toy, his other hand kneading and squeezing her breast harder, thumb flicking roughly over her stiff nipple in time with his pounding.

The kitchen filled with the lewd symphony of their bodies colliding — loud, wet slaps, the creak of the counter, Yunjin’s constant muffled moans vibrating around his fingers, and the faint, sticky sounds of her pussy taking every brutal inch. Matthew leaned over her back, chest pressed against her as he drove even deeper, the new angle letting him grind against that sensitive spot inside her with every savage thrust. Her legs trembled violently, knees knocking against the lower cabinets as she struggled to stay upright under the relentless assault, but she never once tried to pull away. Instead she pushed her ass back to meet him as best she could, silently begging for more even while her body shook from the overwhelming pace.

From the living room, the distant sounds of Somi’s mouth and fingers working the other two girls drifted faintly toward them — soft, wet licking noises and breathy whimpers — but Matthew didn’t care. His entire focus stayed locked on Yunjin’s body beneath him, the way her pussy gripped him so perfectly, the way her muffled cries grew higher and more desperate around his fingers. He fucked her like he was trying to carve his shape into her, hips slamming forward with bruising force, hand squeezing her breast harder while his fingers pressed deeper into her mouth, holding her exactly where he wanted her as the brutal rhythm continued without any sign of slowing.

Yunjin’s eyes rolled back slightly, tears of overwhelming pleasure slipping down her cum-streaked cheeks as she took everything he gave her, her small round breast spilling over his palm with every rough squeeze. The marble counter grew warmer under her body from the heat radiating off her skin, her hips jerking forward with every powerful thrust while her pussy leaked fresh slickness down her thighs, coating his balls and dripping onto the floor. Matthew kept the pace punishing and deep, fingers thrusting in and out of her mouth in time with his cock, the dual sensation pushing her closer and closer to the edge without letting her fall over it just yet.

Matthew kept pounding into Yunjin with brutal, unrelenting force, his hips slamming against her ass so hard the marble counter creaked under the impact. Each deep thrust drove his thick cock all the way to the hilt inside her soaked pussy, the wet, filthy slap of skin on skin echoing sharply through the open kitchen. Yunjin’s muffled moans vibrated around the two fingers he still had shoved deep in her mouth, her tongue swirling desperately against them even as her body jolted forward with every savage stroke. Her small, round breasts were squished against the cold stone, nipples dragging back and forth across the smooth surface while his other hand squeezed and kneaded the soft flesh, pinching and rolling her stiff peaks until she was whimpering louder around his fingers.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he growled low in her ear, leaning over her back so his chest pressed flush against her spine. “This tight little pussy is sucking me in like it doesn’t want to let go. You love getting used like this, don’t you?”

Yunjin could only nod frantically, eyes watering as another particularly hard thrust made her cry out around his fingers. Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth, running down her chin and onto the counter in messy strings. She tried to answer, the words coming out garbled and wet. “Y-yes… love it… use me harder…”

Matthew chuckled darkly and pulled his fingers from her mouth with a wet pop, only to grab a fistful of her hair instead. He yanked her head back, arching her spine even more as he fucked her faster, the new angle letting him grind right against that sensitive spot deep inside her on every stroke. “That’s my good girl. Tell me how it feels.”

“It’s so deep,” she gasped, voice hoarse and broken. “I can feel you in my stomach… please don’t stop… I’m yours, Daddy.”

The word made his cock twitch hard inside her. He kept the brutal pace for several more minutes, hips snapping forward like a piston, the kitchen filling with the constant wet sounds of her pussy taking every inch. Her legs were shaking so badly she could barely stay on her toes. Finally he pulled out completely, the sudden emptiness drawing a desperate whine from her throat. Before she could protest he spun her around, lifted her effortlessly, and sat her on the edge of the counter. He hooked her legs over his arms, spreading her wide open, and slammed back inside in one powerful thrust.

Yunjin’s head fell back with a loud moan, hands flying up to grip his shoulders as he fucked her in this new position. The angle was even deeper now, the head of his cock battering against her cervix with every brutal stroke. “Oh god… right there,” she cried out, nails digging into his skin. “You’re so big… stretching me so much…”

Matthew leaned in and captured her mouth in a messy, hungry kiss, swallowing her moans while his hips kept pounding into her. “You’re taking me so well,” he murmured against her lips between kisses. “This pussy was made for my cock. Look at how you’re creaming all over me.” He glanced down between them, watching the way her slickness coated his shaft and dripped onto the counter with every thrust.

He fucked her like that on the counter for a long while, changing the rhythm from rapid, shallow strokes to slow, grinding ones that made her feel every thick inch. Yunjin’s moans grew higher and needier, her legs trembling in his grip as she got closer and closer. “I’m gonna… I’m so close…” she whimpered, eyes glassy.

“Not yet,” he said with a wicked smirk. He pulled out again, ignoring her frustrated cry, and flipped her around once more. This time he bent her over the counter facing the other way, pressing her chest down hard against the marble. He grabbed both her wrists and pinned them behind her back with one hand, using the leverage to drive into her pussy from behind with even more force. The new position made her ass bounce beautifully with every thrust, the wet slapping sounds louder than ever.

“Fuck… yes… just like that,” Yunjin moaned, cheek pressed against the cool stone, drool slipping from the corner of her mouth. “I love when you use me like this… I’m your toy… please keep going…”

Matthew’s free hand came down in a sharp slap against her ass, the sound cracking through the kitchen. He spanked her again and again in time with his thrusts, leaving faint red handprints on her skin while he fucked her harder. “That’s right. You’re mine tonight. All of you.” His pace was punishing now, hips slamming forward so hard the entire counter shook. Yunjin’s moans turned into constant, broken cries, her pussy clenching and fluttering wildly around him as she teetered right on the edge.

He could feel his own climax rushing up fast, the tight heat of her pussy and the way she was moaning his name pushing him right to the brink. “I’m close,” he growled, voice strained. “Gonna fill this pussy up. You want it?”

“Yes!” Yunjin practically sobbed, pushing her ass back to meet every thrust. “Cum inside me… please… I want to feel it leaking out of me… fill me up, Daddy… give me everything!”

Matthew slammed into her one final time, burying himself as deep as he could go. His cock pulsed hard, thick ropes of hot cum flooding deep into her pussy in heavy, powerful spurts. He kept grinding against her through every pulse, making sure she took every last drop while her own orgasm crashed over her at the same time. Yunjin’s body seized violently, pussy clamping down around him like a vice as she came hard, her walls milking him for everything he had. Her moans echoed through the kitchen, loud and raw, her legs shaking so badly she would have collapsed if he wasn’t holding her up.

He stayed buried inside her long after the last spurt, grinding slowly to push his cum deeper while her pussy continued to flutter and squeeze around him in aftershocks. Thick white streaks of his release were already beginning to leak out around the base of his cock, dripping down her thighs and onto the floor in messy rivulets. Yunjin was panting hard, face flushed and pressed against the counter, a blissed-out smile on her lips as she felt herself overflowing with him.

Matthew finally eased back, watching with dark satisfaction as more of his cum poured out of her well-fucked pussy the moment he pulled free. He gave her ass one last firm slap, then leaned down to kiss the back of her neck, murmuring softly against her skin, “Good girl… you took it all so perfectly.”

“Looks like you’ve been busy,” Somi appeared at the entrance to the kitchen like she had been waiting for the perfect moment. She leaned against the doorframe for a second, taking in the sight of Yunjin bent over the counter, trembling and leaking. “I guess it’s finally my turn now, Daddy.” She said softly, voice warm but edged with playful need. Matthew turned his head, eyes darkening the moment they landed on his daughter. Matthew wiped his hand across his mouth, still tasting Yunjin on his tongue, and met Somi’s gaze with a low, affectionate chuckle. “You’ve been patient, baby girl. Watching me take care of the others first… I know how much you hate waiting, but damn, you look even prettier when you’re waiting your turn.”

Somi closed the distance between them without another word, her bare feet silent on the cool floor. She stopped right in front of him, close enough that the heat of her body brushed against his. “It took you long enough to finally get to me,” she murmured, voice low and teasing, though the need in it was unmistakable. “All those other girls… and now you’re finally going to fuck the one who started everything.”

She rose up on her toes and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down into a deep, hungry kiss. Matthew’s hands found her waist instantly, fingers spreading wide over the soft curve of her hips, thumbs stroking the faint stretch marks he loved so much. The kiss was messy and urgent, tongues sliding together, Somi’s full breasts pressing against his chest as she melted into him.

Then, without breaking the kiss, Somi jumped.

She leaped up into his arms with perfect trust, legs wrapping tightly around his waist while her arms stayed locked around his neck. Matthew caught her easily, hands sliding down to grab two full handfuls of her ass, fingers sinking into the soft, warm flesh as he supported her weight. The position pressed her dripping pussy right against his cock — still slick and coated with Yunjin’s mess and his own cum from the previous rounds. Somi broke the kiss just enough to look him straight in the eyes, her lips brushing his as she whispered the two words he had been waiting to hear from her all night.

“Fuck me.”

Matthew didn’t hesitate for even a second.

He shifted his grip on her ass, lifted her slightly, and thrust up into her in one smooth, powerful motion. His cock, still glistening with Yunjin’s juices and the remnants of his own release, sank deep into Somi’s tight, familiar heat. She gasped sharply against his mouth, eyes fluttering as the sudden stretch filled her completely, the messy coating on his shaft making the slide even wetter and filthier. Matthew groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating between them as he started moving immediately — hips snapping up into her while he held her suspended in his arms, fucking her standing right there in the middle of the kitchen.

Somi’s legs tightened around his waist, heels digging into his lower back as she rocked down to meet every thrust. “Yes… just like that,” she moaned, voice breathy and needy, her breasts bouncing against his chest with every powerful upward stroke. “I’ve been waiting for you to fuck me all night… fill your favorite girl again.”

Matthew’s fingers dug harder into her ass, spreading her cheeks as he drove into her deeper, the wet sounds of their bodies colliding filling the kitchen once more. Cum and arousal from Yunjin still coated his cock, mixing with Somi’s own slickness and creating an even messier glide that made every thrust obscenely loud. He could feel the way her pussy clenched around him, welcoming the filthy combination, her inner walls fluttering and squeezing like she was trying to pull him even deeper.

He fucked her like that for long, indulgent minutes — standing in the middle of the kitchen, holding her weight effortlessly while he pounded up into her. Somi’s head fell back, lips parted on constant moans, her full breasts jiggling with every hard thrust as she clung to him. “Harder, Daddy… I want to feel you tomorrow,” she gasped, nails digging into the back of his neck. “Make me yours again.”

Matthew growled and obliged, hips snapping up faster, the slap of skin on skin growing sharper as he drove into her with raw, possessive need. The kitchen counter was still wet from Yunjin’s earlier orgasm, Yunjin herself still bent over it and caught her breath only a few feet away, but none of that mattered right now. All that existed was Somi wrapped around him, her tight pussy taking every inch of his cock that was still coated in another girl’s mess, and the way she moaned his name like she had never stopped belonging to him.

Matthew held Somi suspended in his arms like she weighed nothing, her legs locked tight around his waist and her full breasts pressed flush against his chest. His cock was already buried to the hilt inside her, the thick length still coated in Yunjin’s slickness and the remnants of his own earlier release, making every tiny shift inside her obscenely wet. He didn’t start slow. The moment her whispered “fuck me” left her lips he tightened his grip on her ass and began driving upward with powerful, savage thrusts that lifted her entire body with each stroke.

Somi’s head fell back with a sharp cry, nails digging into the back of his neck as he fucked her standing right there in the middle of the kitchen. The angle let him hit impossibly deep, the head of his cock battering against her cervix on every brutal upward snap of his hips. Her pussy clenched around him like it was trying to pull him even deeper, wet sounds echoing loudly with every thrust as her arousal mixed with Yunjin’s mess and dripped down his balls. He wasn’t gentle with her — he never was with Somi. She was his daughter, his first, the one who had started everything, and he fucked her like he was trying to remind himself exactly who he belonged to.

“Fuck, baby girl… you’re still so tight for me,” he growled against her neck, teeth grazing her skin as he slammed up into her harder. “Even after carrying my child, this pussy still feels like it was made just for Daddy’s cock.”

Somi moaned loudly, the sound raw and needy as her breasts bounced heavily between them. “Yes… harder, Daddy… I’ve been waiting all night for you to ruin me like this.” Her legs tightened around his waist, heels digging into his lower back as she rocked down to meet every punishing thrust. The kitchen filled with the wet, filthy slap of skin on skin, the counter still slick from Yunjin’s earlier orgasm only a few feet away.

He fucked her like that for several long, intense minutes — standing, holding her weight effortlessly while he drove into her with deep, bruising strokes that made her cry out every time he bottomed out. Then, without pulling out, he turned and carried her toward the living room, still impaled on his cock. Every step made him grind deeper inside her, the motion forcing her to bounce on his length. Somi’s moans turned into broken gasps, her face buried in his neck as she clung to him.

The moment they reached the living room he dropped her onto the large sectional couch, flipping her onto her back in one smooth motion. He hooked her legs over his shoulders and slammed back inside her in a single brutal thrust, the new angle letting him drive even deeper. Somi’s back arched violently off the cushions, a loud, shattered moan tearing from her throat as he fucked her with everything he had. His hips snapped forward in a punishing rhythm, the couch creaking loudly beneath them as he pounded her into the cushions. Her full breasts bounced wildly with every thrust, nipples stiff and leaking tiny droplets of milk that he leaned down to catch with his tongue.

“Look at you,” he growled, eyes dark as he watched his cock disappear into her over and over. “Taking Daddy so deep… this is the pussy that gave me Aria. This is the one I bred first.” He fucked her harder, faster, the wet sounds of her pussy growing louder and messier as she creamed around him. Somi’s hands flew up to grip his shoulders, nails raking down his back as she cried out.

“Yes! Fuck your daughter harder… I want it rough tonight… make me feel it for days!” Her voice cracked on the words, eyes rolling back as another powerful thrust made her clit grind against his pelvis.

Matthew didn’t hold back. He fucked her like he was trying to break her — hips slamming forward with bruising force, the head of his cock battering against her cervix on every stroke. He grabbed her breasts roughly, squeezing them together and pinching her nipples until she was sobbing with pleasure, tiny drops of milk leaking onto his fingers. Then he pulled out suddenly, flipping her onto all fours on the couch and slamming back inside her from behind in one savage thrust. The new position let him drive even deeper, his hips colliding with her ass in loud, punishing slaps as he railed her.

Somi’s face was pressed into the cushions, ass high in the air as she pushed back to meet every brutal stroke. “Don’t stop… fuck me like you own me… I’m yours, Daddy… only yours!” Her voice was hoarse, broken, but she kept begging, kept pushing back like she couldn’t get enough.

He grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back, arching her spine as he fucked her even harder, the couch shifting across the floor from the force. The wet, obscene sounds of his cock pounding into her pussy filled the entire living room — louder and filthier than anything he had done with the other girls. Somi was shaking, thighs trembling, pussy creaming so much it dripped down her legs in thick rivulets, but she only moaned louder, pushing back to take every inch.

Matthew suddenly pulled out again, lifting her like she weighed nothing and carrying her to the dining table. He bent her over the same marble counter where he had just fucked Yunjin, pressing her chest down hard against the cool surface. He spread her legs wider and slammed back inside her from behind, the new angle making her cry out sharply as he hit an even deeper spot. His hips snapped forward with savage speed, one hand reaching around to rub her clit roughly while the other kept her pinned down by the back of her neck.

“Take it, baby girl,” he growled, voice low and possessive. “This is how Daddy fucks the one who started it all. Harder than anyone else… because you’re mine.”

Somi’s moans turned into constant, broken sobs of pleasure, her body jolting violently with every thrust as he railed her against the counter. The marble was slippery with Yunjin’s earlier mess, but it only made everything wetter and filthier as he fucked his daughter with raw, unrelenting power. Her pussy clenched and fluttered around him, creaming so much it coated his balls and dripped onto the floor, but he didn’t slow down — he fucked her harder, deeper, like he was trying to imprint himself inside her forever.

He kept switching it up, never letting her catch her breath. He flipped her onto her back on the table, hooked her legs over his shoulders again, and drove into her with such force the entire table shook. Then he pulled her off the table, turned her around, and fucked her standing once more, holding her up by her ass while she clung to him and screamed his name. Every position was rougher, deeper, more possessive than anything he had done with Winter, Giselle, or Yunjin. Somi was the original — his daughter, his first, the one who had given him everything — and he fucked her like the world could end and he still wouldn’t stop.

Somi’s voice was hoarse from moaning, her body covered in a sheen of sweat, breasts bouncing wildly as he railed her against the wall now, her back pressed to the cool surface while he drove up into her with punishing strokes. “I’m yours… only yours… fuck your daughter harder… breed me again if you want… just don’t stop!”

Matthew’s grip on her ass tightened, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise as he fucked her with everything he had, the wet, brutal sounds of their bodies colliding echoing through the entire mansion. He had never fucked any of the others this savagely, this completely — Somi was the one he saved the roughest, most possessive treatment for, and she took every brutal thrust like she had been born for it, moaning and begging for more as he claimed her again and again in the middle of their home.

Matthew had Somi pinned against the wall, her back pressed to the cool surface while he drove up into her with deep, punishing strokes that made her full breasts bounce heavily between them. Her legs stayed locked around his waist, heels digging into his lower back as she took every brutal inch. The wet, filthy sound of his cock slamming into her pussy filled the entire space — louder and messier than anything that had come before. Somi’s moans were raw, broken, her nails raking down his shoulders as she clung to him like she never wanted to let go.

But he wasn’t done. Not even close.

He suddenly pulled out, ignoring her desperate whine, and spun her around. Before she could catch her balance he bent her over the back of the sectional couch, shoving her chest down onto the cushions so her ass was high in the air. He spread her legs wider and slammed back inside her in one savage thrust, the new angle letting him hit even deeper. Somi cried out sharply, her voice echoing through the living room as he fucked her from behind with relentless power, hips colliding with her ass in loud, bruising slaps. Her breasts squished against the couch, nipples dragging across the fabric while he gripped her hips hard enough to leave marks.

From the other side of the sectional, Giselle and Winter watched in silence, both of them still recovering from everything Matthew had already done to them. Giselle lay on her back, legs slightly parted, thick trails of cum still slowly leaking from her asshole onto the cushion beneath her. She had one arm draped lazily over her stomach, fingers tracing idle circles on her own skin, but her dark eyes never left the sight of Matthew railing his daughter. There was a mix of hunger and quiet jealousy in her gaze — she loved watching him like this, loved seeing how completely he lost himself in Somi, but it also made her bite her lower lip, thighs pressing together as fresh heat stirred between her legs.

Winter, curled up beside her, was even more affected. The youngest girl was still trembling faintly, her small body curled on its side, one hand pressed between her thighs as if trying to soothe the ache Matthew had left behind. Her eyes were wide and glassy, cheeks flushed dark as she watched Somi get fucked harder than any of them had been. Every brutal thrust made Winter’s breath hitch, her pussy giving a weak, exhausted flutter as she whispered under her breath, “He’s… he’s really giving it to her…”

Giselle heard her and let out a soft, breathless chuckle. “He always saves the roughest for Somi. Watch how she takes it… like she was born for it.” She reached over and gently stroked Winter’s hair, but her own eyes stayed glued to the scene, thighs rubbing together slowly as she grew wet again just from watching.

Matthew didn’t notice them. His entire focus was on Somi. He fucked her over the back of the couch for several long minutes, hips snapping forward with such force the entire sectional shifted across the floor. Then he pulled out again, spun her around, and dropped her onto the rug in front of the coffee table. He followed her down immediately, hooking her legs over his shoulders and slamming back inside her in one brutal stroke. The new position folded her in half, letting him drive impossibly deep, the head of his cock battering against her cervix with every powerful thrust. Somi’s eyes rolled back, mouth falling open in a constant stream of broken cries as he railed her into the floor.

“Fuck… Daddy… you’re so deep,” she sobbed, hands scrambling to grip his arms. “No one else gets you like this… no one else gets fucked this hard… please don’t stop… I need it…”

He leaned down, folding her even more as he pounded into her, his chest pressed to her breasts, mouth latching onto one leaking nipple and sucking hard. Milk trickled onto his tongue while he fucked her with everything he had — hips slamming down in a relentless rhythm that made her entire body jolt against the rug. The wet, obscene sounds of her pussy taking him were louder than ever, her arousal and the mess from Yunjin coating his cock and dripping everywhere.

Giselle and Winter watched every second of it. Winter’s breathing had grown shallow again, her fingers unconsciously slipping between her own thighs as she whispered, “He’s… he’s destroying her…” Giselle hummed in agreement, her own hand drifting lower, slowly circling her clit as she murmured, “That’s how he fucks the one who gave him everything. Look at her face… she lives for it.”

Matthew suddenly pulled out, flipped Somi onto her stomach, and yanked her hips up so she was on all fours on the rug. He mounted her immediately, slamming back inside her pussy from behind with a growl. This time he fucked her like an animal — one hand fisted in her hair, the other slapping her ass hard enough to leave red handprints while his hips drove forward with bruising force. Somi’s face was pressed into the rug, ass high in the air as she pushed back to meet every savage thrust, moaning and begging without shame.

“Yes… fuck your daughter harder… ruin me… I’m yours… only yours…” Her voice was hoarse, broken, but she kept crying out for more, her pussy creaming so much it ran down her thighs in thick rivulets.

Matthew kept switching it up, never letting her catch her breath. He pulled her up into his lap, facing away from him, and bounced her on his cock while sitting on the edge of the couch. Then he stood again, holding her like before but this time facing the other girls so they could see every inch of his cock disappearing into her. Somi’s breasts bounced wildly, milk leaking from her nipples as he fucked her in the air, his hands gripping her ass and spreading her wide so every brutal thrust was on full display.

Giselle’s fingers moved faster between her own thighs, eyes dark with arousal. “Look at how he’s breaking her… she’s never going to walk straight tomorrow.” Winter could only nod, biting her lip hard as she watched Somi get fucked harder than any of them had been.

Matthew finally felt his climax rushing up again, the tight heat of Somi’s pussy and the way she was moaning his name pushing him right to the edge. He slammed her down onto the couch on her back, hooked her legs over his shoulders once more, and fucked her with everything he had left — hips snapping forward in a final, savage rhythm that made the entire couch shake.

“I’m gonna cum,” he growled, voice strained and possessive. “Gonna fill my daughter up again… breed the one who started it all.”

Somi’s eyes flew wide open, her hands flying up to grip his shoulders as her own orgasm crashed over her at the same time. “Yes! Cum inside me, Daddy! Fill your baby girl… give me everything… knock me up again if you want… I’m yours!”

Matthew slammed into her one final time, burying himself as deep as physically possible. His entire body tensed, a raw, guttural roar tearing from his chest as he came harder than he had with any of the others. Thick, powerful ropes of cum flooded deep into Somi’s pussy, pulse after heavy pulse painting her inner walls white while he ground against her cervix, forcing every last drop as far inside her as it would go. The sheer volume was overwhelming — hot, thick spurts that filled her completely and immediately began to leak out around his cock despite how tightly she was clenched around him.

Somi’s reaction was even more intense. Her back arched violently off the couch, eyes rolling back completely as a silent scream tore from her throat before it broke into a raw, shattered cry that echoed through the entire mansion. Her pussy clamped down around him like a vice, milking him through every spurt as her own climax hit her like a freight train. Her entire body convulsed beneath him, thighs shaking uncontrollably, toes curling tight as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through her. Tears of overwhelming ecstasy spilled from the corners of her eyes, her mouth open in a constant, broken sob while her pussy fluttered and squeezed around his pulsing cock, drawing out every last drop he had to give her.

Matthew kept grinding deep inside her through the entire orgasm, making sure she felt every throb and twitch, his own body shuddering as he emptied himself completely into the one girl who had always meant the most. The hardest, most intense release he had given anyone tonight belonged to his daughter — the original, the one who had started everything, the one he would always fuck the hardest.

They stayed locked together for long, trembling moments, both of them breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat and cum. Somi’s pussy continued to flutter weakly around him, milking the last weak spurts as thick white streaks of his release began to leak out around the base of his cock and drip down onto the couch. Her eyes were glassy, face flushed and tear-streaked, but the small, blissed-out smile on her lips told him everything — she had never felt more claimed, more loved, more his than in this moment.

From the other side of the couch, Giselle and Winter watched in stunned silence, both of them breathing harder than before, the intensity of what they had just witnessed leaving them speechless. The mansion felt smaller, warmer, wrapped completely around the five of them as Matthew finally eased back, his cock slipping free from Somi with a wet, obscene sound and a heavy rush of cum pouring out of her well-fucked pussy.

Somi lay there trembling, chest heaving, a blissed-out smile on her flushed face as she reached up weakly to touch his thigh. He gave her one last gentle stroke along her hip before stepping back and sinking down onto the large sectional couch, legs spread wide. His cock stood proud and defiant despite everything he had already done tonight — thick, veined, and glistening with the messy combination of Somi’s cream, Yunjin’s juices, and his own multiple releases. It throbbed visibly in the candlelight, still hard, still ready, the head shiny and leaking a fresh bead of precum that slowly trailed down the shaft.

The living room smelled thickly of sex and vanilla, the air heavy and warm. Winter and Giselle were still recovering on the other end of the couch, bodies slick with sweat and cum, eyes half-lidded but already beginning to regain that hungry spark. Before anyone could speak, soft footsteps came from the kitchen. Yunjin appeared in the doorway, legs visibly wobbly, one hand bracing against the frame for support. Her face was still a complete mess — streaks of dried cum and saliva coating her cheeks, chin, and forehead, her hair tangled and sticky. She walked slowly toward the couch, thighs glistening, a small, dazed smile on her swollen lips as she took in the scene.

Her gaze landed first on Somi, who was still leaking heavily onto the rug, then drifted to Matthew sitting there with his cock standing tall and proud. Yunjin’s eyes darkened with fresh heat. “Look at you… still so hard after ruining all of us,” she murmured, voice hoarse from how thoroughly he had used her throat earlier.

Giselle, who had been lazily circling her own clit while watching, let out a low, amused chuckle. She pushed herself up, still leaking from her ass, and crawled over to Somi without a word. Winter followed right behind her, moving on shaky legs but with clear purpose. As if their minds had linked in silent agreement, the two girls positioned themselves between Matthew’s spread thighs on the floor in front of the couch. Winter took the left side, Yunjin the right, both of them leaning in immediately.

Winter started first, pressing soft, reverent kisses along the side of his messy cock, her tongue darting out to taste the mix of everyone’s arousal. “Mmm… you taste like all of us,” she whispered, voice shy but eager, before wrapping her lips around the head and sucking gently. Yunjin joined in on the other side, licking long, slow stripes up the shaft, humming happily at the filthy combination of flavors. “So messy… but so good,” she murmured between licks. “We made you this dirty, Daddy. Let us clean you up properly.”

Matthew groaned deeply, one hand resting on Winter’s head and the other on Yunjin’s, guiding them gently as they worshipped him. Their tongues worked in tandem — licking, sucking, kissing every inch of his cock, cleaning the slick mess with devoted care. Winter took him deeper into her mouth, bobbing slowly while Yunjin licked and sucked on his balls, the two of them making soft, wet sounds that filled the room.

At the same time, Giselle had settled between Somi’s spread thighs on the couch. She used both hands to gently spread Somi’s cheeks and pussy lips, exposing the creamy, leaking mess Matthew had left behind. “Look at how full he left you,” Giselle murmured, voice low and appreciative. She leaned in and dragged her tongue slowly through the dripping folds, scooping up a thick strand of cum and swallowing it with an audible hum. “Mmm… he tastes even better when it’s mixed with you, Somi.”

Somi let out a soft, exhausted moan, one hand threading through Giselle’s hair. “You always know how to clean me up so nicely… don’t stop. I can still feel him so deep inside me.”

Giselle smiled against her pussy and dove back in, licking and sucking with slow, thorough strokes, her tongue pushing inside to scoop out more of Matthew’s release while her fingers gently stroked Somi’s sensitive clit. “He fucked you the hardest tonight… I could hear how loud you were screaming for him. My turn to make you feel good now.”

Winter pulled off Matthew’s cock with a wet pop, strings of saliva and cum connecting her lips to the head as she looked up at him with glassy eyes. “He’s still so hard… even after all of that. Do you want us to keep going, Daddy?”

Yunjin hummed around the side of his shaft, licking a long stripe up to the tip before answering for her. “I think he does. Look at how he’s throbbing. We’re not done taking care of you yet.”

Matthew’s fingers tightened gently in their hair, a low groan escaping him as the two girls continued their devoted work — Winter taking him back into her mouth while Yunjin licked and sucked wherever she could reach. The living room was filled with the soft, wet sounds of mouths and tongues, mixed with Somi’s breathy moans as Giselle ate her out with slow, loving thoroughness.

The night blurred into a continuous haze after that. No one slept. Even when one of the girls would start to drift off from exhaustion, Matthew would simply pull them close and slide back inside them, waking them with deep, slow thrusts until they were moaning and clinging to him again. They moved through every corner of the mansion except the master bedroom — the one place that somehow remained untouched, as if it was too sacred for the raw chaos of the night.

They fucked in the hallway, Somi pressed against the wall while he railed her from behind. They fucked on the stairs, Winter bent over the railing as he took her ass for the first time that night. They fucked in the guest bathroom, Yunjin sitting on the counter with her legs wrapped around him. They fucked in the study, Giselle riding him reverse on the leather chair while the others watched and touched themselves. Every room became a stage for their pleasure, the sounds of moans and skin slapping skin echoing through the entire house until the first light of dawn began to creep through the windows.

By the next morning, the mansion looked like a battlefield of lust — cushions askew, floors sticky, clothes and robes scattered everywhere. But they were still going.

Matthew had Yunjin bent over the wide kitchen island now, her upper body pressed completely against the cool marble, ass high in the air as he fucked her ass with deep, powerful strokes. Her voice carried through the entire mansion — loud, raw, desperate moans that echoed off the walls as he drove into her tightest hole without mercy. “Fuck… Daddy… it’s so deep in my ass… don’t stop… I’m yours… use me!” she cried out, fingers scrabbling against the counter as her body jolted with every thrust.

In the kitchen a few feet away, Giselle and Somi stood at the counter, both of them completely naked and sipping from glasses of cold water. They leaned casually against the marble, watching Matthew rail Yunjin while they talked in low, intimate voices.

Giselle took a slow sip, then smiled sideways at Somi. “He’s been at it all night… and he still has this much energy. I swear, the way he fucks Yunjin right now — you can hear her all the way from the living room. She’s going to be sore for days.”

Somi laughed softly, her own body still marked with faint handprints and love bites from earlier. She glanced over at Yunjin’s shaking form and took a sip from her own glass. “He always saves a little extra for her throat and ass. But you should have seen how he fucked me earlier… I can still feel him so deep. I think I’m the only one who got it that hard tonight.”

Giselle hummed in agreement, eyes dark as she watched Matthew’s hips snap forward. “You always do. You’re his daughter, after all. The rest of us are just lucky he shares.” She reached over and gently brushed a strand of hair behind Somi’s ear, the gesture surprisingly tender. “Still… I wouldn’t trade this for anything. Waking up like this, knowing we’re all his… it’s worth every ache tomorrow.”

Somi leaned into the touch, smiling softly. “Me neither. Even if we never make it to the master bedroom tonight… or this morning… this is exactly where we belong.”

At the dining table just across the open space, Winter was bent over in the exact same position Yunjin had been in earlier — upper body pressed flat against the wood, ass up high in the air, legs trembling. Thick streaks of cum leaked from her pussy and ass, dripping down her thighs as she twitched and whimpered softly, still feeling the aftereffects of the rough fucking Matthew had given her just before moving on to Yunjin. She didn’t try to move. She simply stayed there, breathing hard, a small, satisfied smile on her face as she listened to Yunjin’s loud moans fill the mansion.

The morning light filtered through the windows, soft and golden, casting a gentle glow over the chaotic, beautiful scene. The five of them — tangled, spent, and still completely wrapped up in each other — had turned the mansion into their own private world. No schedules, no cameras, no outside life. Just them, their secret, and the endless pleasure they gave and took from one another.

Matthew’s deep groan mixed with Yunjin’s loud cry as he drove into her ass one final time, and the girls in the kitchen shared a knowing look, their glasses clinking softly together in a quiet toast. The night had become the morning, and the morning would become the day, but none of them were in any rush to let it end.

This was their escape.

This was their family.

This was home.

The question shocks you out of your mental rant, only to be caught in a trance by the beauty that was waiting for your response. Her porcelain skin glowed in the dim bar light. Her dark locks flowed just short of her shoulders. Eyes piercing, peering into your soul. You could go on for hours about the absolute perfection that stood in front of you, but you suddenly remembered that she needed an answer now.

“Uh, yeah– NO! I mean, no it’s not taken. It’s free.” Seeing you a bit flustered makes the woman giggle.

“All right, thanks.”

It’s a few minutes of silence, aside from her telling the bartender her order, in your desperate attempt to make the situation less awkward. You decide to focus on your drink and the… right. The divorce papers. All the bad thoughts start filing back in before—

“Rough night?” The embodiment of Aphrodite asks you.

“Hmm? Me? Oh. uh. Not really. Just a symposium for cardiology research.”

“You kinda seem too down to be bored.”

“Guilty as charged.” you joke. “Kinda weird to open up to a complete stranger but here it goes. My wife– well, soon to be ex-wife and I are finalizing our divorce.”

“Oh… I’m sorry.”

“Thanks. Nothing toxic happened or anything. It was just… something that ran its course.”

“Still, it hurts, doesn’t it?”

“That’s what the alcohol is for.” You joke. “Now, if you don’t mind me asking, what’s someone like you doing alone in a hotel bar?”

“Luckily for you, I don’t mind. I was attending an award ceremony in one of the ballrooms. It got a bit boring so I decided to take a walk.” The beauty explains. “After a few strides, I saw a guy out of the corner of my eye who looked like he needed some company.”

“Well, he appreciates it.” You joke as you take another sip of your drink. The alcohol clears up a bit for the gears in your brain to start turning. You remember seeing the sign of the awards show. Something about idols? That’s when it hit you. Why this beauty beside you looked so familiar. The puzzle pieces start to fall into place and the picture finally becomes clear.

“Oh my god.” You say as the realization finally hits you.

“It took you long enough.” The beauty smirks before taking another sip of her drink.

“K-Karina? From Aespa?” You manage to sputter out through the shock.

“Now I’m guilty as charged.” She jokes.

“I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you straight away. The alcohol—“

“It’s fine! Besides, it was nice being treated like a normal person and not an idol.”

“I wouldn’t really call someone as beautiful as you as just normal.” Your compliment earns a giggle from the idol, her cheeks slowly turning crimson from it.

An hour passes by with your new drinking buddy. The combination of the alcohol and her friendly  and welcoming personality gets you to open up more. You tell her more about your relationship— well, past relationship. How it started as a transaction before you slowly started to fall for her. How you thought there could have been more. 

Karina opens up as well. Upcoming group projects. Upcoming solo projects. How some of the older sunbaes have started to hit on her. It sounded like what you came to expect from someone in her industry. Her idea of mundane seemed like a world away from you. Still, she was so bright while talking about it that your attention never faltered. However, her last confession was something that would shake you.

“Okay.” Karina says before taking another swig of her drink. “I have to come clean if I want the night to go where I want to.”

She already had your full attention, but this seemed like it was important.

“We have actually met before.”

“Karina, I think I’d remember meeting you.”

“Yeah, it’s just you didn’t know it was me.”

You raise an eyebrow in reply, curious to hear a story that you should have been familiar with.

“I think it was a year, maybe two ago. My dad had a heart attack.”

“Oh. Sorry to hear that.”

“He’s fine now. Though he needed a triple bypass asap. None of the on call doctors were experienced enough. None of them were confident in doing the procedure. My mom and I were losing hope when we noticed a commotion among the nurses and residents.”

Two years ago? A triple bypass? The details start to feel familiar to you, but you’ve done countless surgeries that they all seem to blur together.

“That’s when I saw you, rushing from the ER straight to the operating room.” Karina continues. “Hours later you come out of the operating room to talk to me and my mom. I was in a mask so no one would really recognize me. Still, you went through what procedure you did, success rate and road to recovery for my dad. It was a little later when we overheard from the nurses that you rushed back from a personal appointment in Seokcho.”

Seokcho. 

Now you remember. It was your last hail mary of trying to make it work with your ex. Unfortunately, it became the final nail in the coffin for her instead. Still, it was your duty. It didn’t matter to you whether it was a VIP case or not. All that mattered to you was that there was a life that needed saving.

“It shocked me and my mom, really. We didn’t ask for any special treatment. We didn’t even avail the VIP case. Still, you rushed back out of a sense of duty and responsibility. We couldn’t be more thankful that you did.”

As much as the surprise confession shocked you, Karina’s next actions did so even more. What started as a simple, accidental brush of your hands suddenly sent a shiver throughout your body when she took yours in hers. She held on tight before she used her other hand to direct your gaze towards her. 

“I never did get to properly thank you for saving my dad’s life.” The way she said it sent your heart into overdrive. 

Sultry. 

Seductive. 

Yet even with the suggestive tone, there was enough sincerity that you understood that she was serious. That it was heartfelt.

“Y-you don’t have to, Karina. It was my job. We don’t do it to be thanked.” You manage to stammer out.

The hand that directed your gaze towards her, which was resting on your chin, was now holding your cheek. Her soft touch was slowly making your face hotter, probably even turning it red.

“I know. But I want to.”

“Kari—”

Without any warning, Karina plants a kiss on your lips. It’s soft. Quick. Nothing too deep. Like she was testing the waters. Seeing if this little experiment of hers would work.

It would.

When she pulls away, you both pause for a second. You get lost in her eyes as she does with yours. No words are said, but an understanding was made. Karina’s the first to stand up. She grips your hand as she starts walking away from the bar. You follow suit, getting dragged across the lobby into the elevator. On the ride up to her floor, you both stand on either side of the elevator, leaving enough space for a group of people between you two. Thankfully at that time there weren’t any. You leaned against the wall, eyes still glued to hers as she does the same. The tension is multiplied due to the enclosed space. You’re fighting the alcohol that was clouding your mind from making you take her right there and then. The sense of relief that washes over you when the elevator dings feels like heaven.

The walk along the hall approaching her room was the opposite. Each step agonizing and excruciating as you fight the urge to pin her against the wall and crash your lips on to hers. When you get to her room, she takes her sweet time of unlocking the door. Probably teasing you. After going through the entrance, you thought your hands would be the first to lose control. It seems hers beat you to it.

In a heartbeat, Karina spins around, grips your collar hard, pins you against the wall, and crashes her lips hard against yours. You’re stunned by her assertiveness at first, but slowly match her passion with your own. Her lips claim dominance, her hands finding the back of your neck to pull your head down to meet her. Her tongue tries to breach your lips before you welcome her and meet hers with your own. Your hands rest at her waist, gripping her tight that your fingers disappear into the fabric of her dress. It doesn’t take much of your strength to lift her up, letting both of your lips meet easier as she stands on her toes.

You eventually give in to your desire. Your hands migrate south of her waist, fighting the temptation of stopping at her ass before you grip her thighs. She jumps into your hold when she realizes what you’re trying to accomplish, her legs wrapping around your hips out of pure instinct. Her arms follow suit, wrapping around your shoulders for stability. When she’s safe in your grasp, you spin around and pin her against the wall, continuing your heated kiss before she pulls away. It worries you at first, but the words that leave her mouth do more than set you at peace.

“Bed. Now.”

Karina whispers it against your lips before you pull her back into the kiss. You don’t need your sense of sight to follow her order.

At least you think you didn’t. 

You bump into the couch and the coffee table twice before you actually make it to the bed. Each time you grunt out of frustration, but makes Karina giggle into the kiss. You eventually make it to the bed when your shins hit the plush of the mattress. You sit down on the edge with Karina still in your hold. She straddles your lap making sure your lips don’t separate.

Your hands are restless, caressing Karina’s sides and back through her dress. With the help of liquid courage coursing through your veins, you start traversing upwards of her body, feeling the sculpture of her figure through the fabric before brushing against her breasts. You pull away out of respect, letting her know you’ll only go as far as she lets you. She replies by gripping your wrists and bringing your hands back to her mounds.

“Don’t be shy now. I was hoping you’d like them.”

“I don’t know a single soul that wouldn’t.”

“Still… I’m pretty proud of them. All fucking natural. It would be a shame if you didn’t like them.”

“Liking them would be an understatement.”

Your actions match your words as you finally give in and hold on to Karina’s breasts with her permission. You massage her soft mounds through the fabric of her dress. Even covered, they feel like heaven. She finds your lips again, sneaking her tongue in between them. You have no choice but to welcome her. Though, like you said, what kind of sane person wouldn’t.

Your hands leave Karina’s breasts for a moment, earning a disappointed groan. Her disappointment doesn’t last long, as she understands why. Your hands travel to her back, digging under the fabric to find the zipper. When you find the small metal piece, you tug it down her body almost immediately, desperate to finally remove this obstacle out of your way. When she feels that you’ve already unzipped her back, she takes your hands to the collar of her dress and together slide it off of her. She stands up for a moment, letting the dress fall down her figure and pool on the ground. She steps out of the fabric only in her underwear.

“It’s kinda unfair that I’m the only one properly dressed for this situation.” Karina says with a pout.

You get the implication, standing up with your hands quickly moving to your belt to undo your pants. Karina’s hands move to your shirt, slowly going down your torso and undoing each button along the way. Soon you finally join her in her state of undress, left only in your boxers while she is still in her underwear. You both pause, taking a second as you both realize what’s about to happen. You’re still unsure about whether you should push through or not. She, however, wasn’t.

Karina is the first to make a move, reaching to the front of her bra and undoing the clasp.

Front-clasp bra.

Now that’s fucking unfair.

She pulls her arms to the back, letting gravity do the job by pulling the garment down her arms. When her bra hits the ground, her face forms a smirk. Her bare chest is exposed to you. Her pride and joy. And it catches you in a trance. You almost don’t notice how she pulls down her panties. Just a slight tug before letting gravity take over again. It pools around her ankles, joining the rest of her outfit on the carpeted floor. It only took two swift movements, but they did their job. Karina presents herself bare to you, it’s only fitting you match her.

You tug your boxers down and step out of them before tossing them somewhere in the room. Your rash actions earn a giggle from Karina before she reaches for your face. In reply, your hands find the dip of her waist, holding her softly as you pull her in.

Your lips meet once again. Softer this time. Deliberate. There's no fight for control. Just subtlety. Peace. 

You spin the both of you around before you start leading her back towards the bed. Your lips never part as you nudge her backwards. She lies down on the plush mattress while you follow her down. Your arm wraps around her waist, carrying her and bringing her to the center of the bed. She giggles through the kiss from your sudden show of assertiveness. Your shaft brushes against her lower lips as you both get in position, making you both shudder. You’re both desperate to be in her now, foreplay be damned. She takes hold of your length and nestles you at her entrance. She pulls away, stares deep into your eyes and gives you the slightest nod.

That’s all the assurance you need.

You start pushing in, and the sound that Karina makes is somehow both cute and erotic. Whatever it was it devolves into a moan as more of your dick enters her cunt. When you finally bury all of your length into her, you let out a guttural groan while another moan escapes from her. She grabs your face, brings you close, and captures your lips again in a searing kiss. In between your lips lapping at each other, she mumbles against your lips.

“Fuck me.”

You have no intention not to.

You drag your length out of Karina, her walls clinging to you with the help of her slickness and her tightness. You try to stifle your grunts as she bites her lower lip to stop her mewls. When only your tip is left inside, you immediately drive back into her making her unable to stop her moan. She clings hard to your back as you start to build up speed, repeating the motion over and over, driving yourself deeper and harder each time. She gives up trying to muffle the erotic sounds escaping herself and buries her face into your neck. The scent of her hair and the vibration of her reactions against your skin drives you insane, encouraging you to pick up your speed. Soon, you find a steady rhythm, slowly inching the both of you to your shared sweet release. 

You’re lost in your pleasure when it happens. Karina pulls away from your neck and her face starts changing. Flashes of someone else’s face start appearing on top of hers. It takes a moment until you start to recognize who it was.

It was her face.

Your ex.

With the image temporarily stamped on your brain, you start to lose yourself in something else.

Your thrusts grow erratic. No rhythm. No pace. Just… desperation. You start to think that if you fuck her well enough, that if you give your all into making her feel good, she will stay with you. She won’t leave you. The emotions become too much that they start manifesting in other ways. You lose control of your mouth as you start muttering under your breath:

“Don’t leave me.”

“Please. Stay.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I can be better.”

“We can make this work.”

“Please. Just sta—“

You’re shaken awake from the trance when you feel a pressure on your face. Slowly, your eyes start to readjust in the low light. The face of your ex was slowly fading away. Left in its place was the true face of who you were with tonight.

Karina.

As her hand rested on your face, her thumb slowly started stroking your cheek. Your erratic movement slows down. Your breathing normalizes. At first, you could only see her lips move as she spoke, but eventually you started hearing her voice again.

“Hey.”

She takes a break from the passionate and seductive tone she had used earlier that night. Instead, she sounds comforting. Understanding. Caring. It's been a while since you’ve last heard that in someone’s voice. Frankly, you’ve needed it.

You lose control as your emotions get the better of you. A tear escapes from the corner of your eye only for Karina to wipe it away.

“It’s okay.” She whispers to you. “It’s just me. You’re okay.”

“I’m sorry. Karina–”

“Call me Jimin. And you don’t have to explain yourself.” She says as she comforts you. “Just promise me one thing.”

“W-what?”

“Let go.”

When you heard the two words, you finally realized how much you were being weighed down.

“Even if it’s just for tonight. I need you to let go. Forget about her. Move on.”

From Karina’s words, the weight that was just made known to you was suddenly lifted. From her actions, you felt like you were floating like a feather. You choose not to reply verbally to her request.

Because your actions were about to speak louder than your words ever could.

You crash your lips on Karina’s, setting the tone of your reinvigorated tryst. Your hips start moving again, building a rhythm that she was enjoying as you caught all her moans in your mouth. You make every thrust deliberate, driving your tip into her most sensitive spots. Your thrusts start to grow faster again. Not erratic. Not desperate. Just conscious. Her moans signal that she’s getting close, and even after the short pause, so are you.

“Fuck, right there!” Karina screams, “You’re filling me up so much… stretching me so good…”

The words have you start driving even faster into Karina. Her moans were filling up the room before you captured them in your mouth with a kiss. She starts gripping your back even harder, signalling her impending climax. You could feel her moan into your mouth when it starts. Her walls start fluttering around your cock. She hugs you tighter, keeping you close despite your hips still working your length into her. You could feel her juices start to soak your crotch. All the sensations of Karina’s peak work in concert to rush you towards your own. You try continue fucking her through her high before you finally concede to the inevitable.

You’re able to give Karina a few more thrusts before you succumb to your orgasm. You use all your remaining strength (because believe me when I say that you needed all that you had left) to pull out of Karina. You manage to do so just before the first throb of your dick, accompanied by the first shot of your cum that flies out of you. The first blob lands just under her breasts. The second falls on her midriff, close to her belly button. The final few shots dribble out of you, landing just above her cunt. All the while, Karina writhes in pleasure as her high continues on while your length twitches in the open air above her.

Your combined labored breaths fill the room, keeping it just shy of total silence. Your arms and legs are sore as you use whatever strength you have left to keep yourself from falling on top of Karina. Her eyes are shit tight as she slowly comes down from her high, her body calming down to a near halt. When she opens her eyes, your gaze is immediately attracted to hers. She reaches up with one hand, cupping your cheek and easing your face down towards her. You follow her slowly, capturing her lips in a soft yet passionate kiss. It only lasts a moment, but it makes you feel that all is right with the world. When you separate, her lips form a soft smile.

“Hey.” she says with a grin

“Hi.” you reply as your own mouth curves into a smile.

“You didn’t cum in me?” she says as she brings a finger to her midriff. She starts playing with your cum, spreading it across her skin, scooping some up and tasting it. You’d be lying if you said that the imagery isn’t hot. It got your softening member already twitching back to life.

“No.” you reply as you sit back, your cock slipping out of her as you land on your butt. “I wasn’t sure if you wanted to. Or if you were safe.”

“That’s courteous of you.” Karina says as she sits up, “I love that you’re a gentleman, but you have nothing to worry about. I’m on the pill.” she leans in and gives you a quick peck.

When Karina pulls away, she shows you a playful smirk.

“Besides, I hope you still have some left in the tank, because believe me when I tell you that I want you to fill me up to the brim.”

If you weren’t fully hard yet, that statement gets you there easily.

“But let’s save that for later.” She says as she swings her legs to the edge of the bed. “Right now, I need a shower.”

Karina stands up from the bed as she starts making her way to the bathroom. You can’t help but stare at her, watching her hips sway with every step, catching you in a trance. Halfway there though, she pauses when she notices that you’re still on the bed.

“Didn’t think I’d need to say this…” Karina says as she looks over her shoulder, “...but I was hoping to shower with you.” The smirk she wears has you twitch.

You’re up on your feet in seconds.

— — —

The shower does its job.

Mostly.

It only takes seconds for Karina to wash her cum off her midriff. It also only takes seconds for her to pull you into a kiss. 

As the warm water falls around the both of you, your hands find her bare waist, fingers digging deep into her flesh as the two of you make out in the shower. The cramped space would normally be uncomfortable for you, but now? 

It felt sensual. 

Intimate. 

Having this goddess so close to you both by her choice and as a consequence of the setting felt like heaven. Three hours spent with her and only now you start asking whether or not you’ve died and gone to paradise.

“So…” Karina says in a break from your lip clash, “Is there anything you want to do while we’re in here?” she says with a smirk.

You take a moment to really think it through. And as tempting as it is to suggest something with her tits, another idea forms in your head.

“Would it be crazy if I said I wanted to fuck your thighs?”

The question surprises Karina at first, but she smiles anyway.

“Bold. Guys usually go straight for my girls.” She says as cups her breasts.

“We’ll get there.” You say as you wrap your arm around her waist, “I want to take my time with you. But I’d be lying if I said I haven’t been thinking about your thighs the past few hours.”

“Then what are we doing just standing here?” Karina says with a smirk as she takes hold of your length and slides you in between her thighs.

With the help of the warm water from the shower as a lubricant, you start sliding your dick in between Karina’s thighs. She squeezes her limbs hard, making it as tight as possible for you. Feeling her flesh wrap around your length was mind breaking, while the top of your shaft rubbing against her folds was stimulating her as well.

“Fuck Karina… Jimin. Your thighs. They’re fucking perfect.” You say as you start building up speed. The water squelching in between her thighs as you start fucking her properly.

“Does it feel good? How my thick thighs squeeze you so hard?” Karina says as she reaches down and starts playing with her clit, adding to her pleasure and the build to her own release.

You capture her lips in a searing kiss as a response, but it only lasts for a moment before you pull out and spin her around. She gasps and laughs from the sudden action before you press her against the glass of the divider.

You slip yourself between Karina’s thighs again, continuing the fast pace you had already built. Your hand snakes down and meets hers at her clit, the both of you working it to pleasure her. Your other hand wraps around her, reaching for her breasts.

Just because you were fucking her thighs, doesn’t mean her tits didn’t deserve any attention. You hold her mounds, massaging her flesh, kneading them in your palms. You let her hardened nipples dance in the spaces between your fingers before you pinch and pull on them.

“Oh God, just like that…” she moans against the glass. The synced sensations you were giving her mounds and clit are getting to her. “Please. Don’t stop. I’m getting close.”

You’re pleased with the reaction you manage to elicit from her. You’re even more happy knowing that she was getting off from this too. You don’t reply with words, you never had any plans to. Your mouth was too busy with her neck. Planting kisses. Sucking on her flesh. Tasting her skin.

Your thrusts start to grow erratic. Each thrust has you almost slip into Karina, making her whimper each time. The top of your shaft continues to rub against her clit while you continue to play with the enlarged nub with your hand. Her hands reach back to cling to you, her fingers getting tangled in your hair as you continue to pump in between her thighs.

“God, just like that! I’m close I’m close I’m—”

“Fuck, Jimin! I’m—”

It takes just the right pressure on her clit, the right knead of her breast for Karina to break down in your hold. Her body melts in your embrace despite her grip on your neck and hair tightening. She lets out a scream followed by a series of moans and whimpers. Her nectar starts seeping between her lips, coating your shaft as you go through your own high.

You give Karina one final thrust as you succumb to your own climax. You put all your weight on her, pressing her against the glass as she goes through her high. You could feel her juices coat your length when you start to throb in between her thighs. The first rope shoots out and taints the clear glass, followed by the second, then the third, and so on. The throbs continue for god knows how long, leaving you confused as to where this was coming from.

Okay, maybe not.

Considering the sensation of having Karina’s smooth and full thighs squeezing hard and wrapped around your cock, maybe your high could have gone on forever.

Still, when the last of your release sputters out, some drops landing on Karina’s thighs, you feel yourself weaken. Your hands quickly stabilize yourself by pressing on the glass, Karina still being pressed against it.

For a while, only your combined labored breaths echo throughout the small confines of the shower. As the silence starts to grow, Karina starts giggling against the glass. It’s infectious as you start laughing to, your arms wrapping around her waist before you rest your head against her neck. She spins around in your embrace, her thighs finally letting your length fall free. She gives you a quick peck on the lips before pulling away and smiling.

“That was fun.” she says with a cheeky smile.

“Yeah…” You would say more, but you’re at a loss for words. 

“So…” Karina asks, “what else do you have planned after washing up again.”

This time your silence is intended. You didn’t really need words when your smirk could answer her for you.

— — —

After washing up again, you carry Karina out of the bathroom back into the bedroom. Her arms are wrapped around your neck, legs wrapped around your waist, all the while your lips are locked with hers in a searing kiss. You take a few steps before you smile through the kiss, tossing her on the bed making her laugh while she bounces on the mattress. You’re only separated for a second as you're back on her again, pinning her against the plush while your lips are locked. When you pull away, you finally answer her question from the shower.

“I want to taste you.” You whisper against her lips.

Karina spreads her legs, giving you one last quick peck before she starts pushing you down by your shoulders. “Be my guest.” She says it with a grin.

You trail kisses down Karina’s body as she pushes you down her frame. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t tempted to stop at certain parts of her figure (her tits), but alas it’s your idea to eat her out. You might as well make good on your promise.

You’re caught in a trance when you finally come face to face with Karina’s pussy. From your peripheral, you could see her staring daggers at you, eagerly waiting for your next move. Anticipating the pleasure she knows you’re going to give her.

It’s best not to keep her waiting.

You start off with small and quick exploratory (ironic considering the debauchery that the two of you have been doing the past few hours) kisses in the area surrounding her core. You plant them softly on her thighs, almost forgetting that you were fucking them mere minutes ago. You start near her midthighs, trailing them up just before her cunt before you go back down. You follow up with licks, making a path with your tongue that ends just close to her core again before retreating. Then you start biting her. Just lightly. Capturing her flesh in between your teeth before you start sucking. It leaves visible marks, light bruising from your teeth and lips. You continue the cycle, kissing, licking, biting, getting closer and closer to her pussy before you retreat back.

It teases Karina straight to the edge. She becomes a whimpering mess throughout this ordeal. Tossing and turning on the bed while her eyes are shut tight from the pleasure. Under her whimpers, you can already hear her muttering:

“Please please please please please…”

She’s desperate for it. Desperate for your touch. Desperate for you to make her feel good.

So you do.

From just above her puckered hole up to her clit, you give her one long and dragged out lick that shatters her. She starts quivering in your hold. A long moan breaks out from her mouth before she starts muttering again.

“Thank you! Fuck thank you I— Ohhhhh!”

Karina doesn’t get to finish her thought as moan forces its way out of her throat when you lick her again. And then you do it again. And again. You work her like she’s a popsicle. Your licks push deeper, feeling her inner walls surround your tongue. You taste her nectar straight from the source. The volume of her moans increases, the quantity too. She squirms on the mattress as it takes all your strength to keep her legs open.

“God… Oh fuck! Right there! Please, god! Keep going!”

As her pleas escape her mouth, you feel the urge to fulfill them.

You give her folds one final lick before you put all your attention on her clit. You capture the enlarged nub in between your lips, kissing it, sucking on it, making Karina mewl. You replace your tongue with something else, freeing her thigh from your grip before you ease a finger into her entrance. She shudders the second you enter her. Even biting her lower lip couldn’t muffle her moans. When you bring in a second you could see her eyes roll back. You think she passed out before her eyes open wide when you start pumping into her. 

You start off slow. Dragging your fingers out slowly before plunging back into her. She gasps whenever you hilt to the knuckle. Moans when you rub her inner walls. You pay attention to her reactions, especially when you put pressure on certain spots, trying to find her most sensitive points.

“FUCK! Yes! Right there! Right there!”

That must have been one of her more sensitive spots. It encourages you to push Karina’s pleasure to the next level. You build up a fast pace with your fingers, rigorously pumping into her cunt, focusing on the spots that had her shaking with a touch. Your mouth forms a seal on her clit, sucking the enlarged nub, flicking at it with your tongue. All of your actions work in harmony to push her closer and closer to her release until…

“Oh fuck!”

That curse signals Karina’s peak. Her third orgasm of the night. Her thighs finally overpower you, snapping around your head. Her body tenses up before her hips act on their own and start grinding against your face. Her fingers get entangled in your hair as she pushes you deeper into her core. The moans that follow her initial expletive start pouring out of her mouth, often inserting your name every few seconds. Throughout her climax, you never stop your actions. Your tongue replaces your fingers, lapping at her folds once again, capturing the jets of her juices that were coming at you.

It takes a few moments for Karina to settle down. Her thighs loosen up on your head. Her fingers let go of your hair. She melts back into the mattress, sinking into the plush with a satisfied smile plastered across her face. Her chest rises and falls slowly as she takes deeper and labored breaths, evidence of the intensity that you managed to put her through. Through her deep sighs you can hear her whisper softly:

“...everything…I…imagined…”

With what little strength she has left, she tugs you up her body. Again, you trail kisses on the way up, leaving visible marks with your lips still coated with her juices. She captures your lips in a searing kiss, her tongue lapping at yours, tasting herself on you. She licks your lips and the surrounding areas before her mouth grows into a smile.

“So… did I taste good?”

“Tasted fucking perfect Jimin.”

“Good.”

Karina’s strength surprises you, not because you didn’t think she was strong, but because you thought she didn’t have any left. She spins the two of you around, pinning you on the mattress while she straddles you. 

“Because I’ve been dying to have you back inside me.”

She reaches down, taking hold of your dick before nestling it at her entrance. Slowly, she sinks down your length, taking you inch by inch as her face contorts in pleasure. You could do nothing but let your hands gravitate to her waist and hold on for dear life as she takes control of the night. When she takes you to the hilt she lets out a guttural moan. She pauses for a second, adjusting to having you inside of her once again. When she’s comfortable, she slowly starts raising her hips, your shaft leaving her insides with a visible coating of her arousal. When only your tip is left inside, she slams her hips back down, taking you fully in one swift motion. She lets out a whimper as your tip presses on the entrance of her womb, desperately trying to stifle it by burying her head into your neck. She repeats the action again. And again. And again. Her hips bouncing on top of you. Your crotch meeting hers with a slap. You take her face out from your neck before you crash your lips onto hers in a searing kiss.

The way Karina rides you would look random to someone watching but, but all her actions were intentional. Precise. Each movement deliberate in pushing the both of you closer and closer to your shared peak. Each bounce drives you deeper and harder into her, pushing your tip against her womb. Each grind she does with her hips has your shaft rubbing against her most sensitive spots. She moans into your mouth while you groan into hers. If the past few hours weren’t heaven yet, this feeling now is.

Karina pulls away from the kiss, her moans freely filling the room. In between her moans are lust filled confessions that let you know how long you’ve been the center of her desires.

“God this is just how I imagined this!”

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this. How long I've dreamt of this.”

“Getting to finally kiss you. Finally hold you.”

“Fuck! You fill me up so fucking well. Make me feel better than anything that I could ever imagine!”

Her actions become frantic as she gets closer to her release. You could feel it. Her walls start to spasm around your shaft. You take it as a sign to help her get to her peak. You sit up, coming face to face with her breast. Your hands leave the dip of her waist, travelling up her body and grabbing her mounds. You knead them in your hands, massaging them to make her feel good. You capture one of her hardened peaks in your mouth, sucking on it while letting the other dance in the spaces between your fingers. You capture the other one too before you bring both of them into your mouth. You suck on them simultaneously, flicking your tongue against them. 

“God! Feels so fucking good! So much— too much—”

The added sensations were becoming too much for her. You could feel her walls start to contract around you. It takes only a moment, one last bounce and grind before she comes undone. 

“Oh fuck!”

Karina’s mouth falls open in a silent cry as she reaches her peak. Her inner walls start spasming violently around you, making it a challenge for you to hold back your own high. Her body stiffens, nearly falling backwards before you catch her. Your face remains buried into her chest as she hugs your head. Your lips remain active, kissing, biting, and licking her mounds as she holds your face close to her heart. In between her labored pants, some giggles escape her before she starts peppering the top of your head with kisses. She eventually melts in your embrace, nearly going limp in your hold. What comes out of her mouth is close to unintelligible as she wears a blissful smile with a glaze over her eyes. As she revels in her post high, she remains aloof to the fact that you have yet to finish, or your intention of getting her her fifth orgasm of the night.

Karina yelps in surprise when you suddenly pick her up and reverse your positions, pinning her on the bed. Your length never leaves her heat as you press her into the mattress. Unceremoniously, you start pistoning into her matching the pace that she set while riding you. You use her heightened sensitivity to your advantage, never letting her come down from her high in order to bring her closer to her final climax of the night.

“Oh God! Wait! Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck— Too much! Too fucking good— I can’t—”

She doesn’t get to finish her thought as you crash your lips onto hers. You continue fucking Karina at what looks like a erratic sprint, but every thrust into her is intentional. Each time you bottom out piercing deep into her. Each thrust rubbing against her sensitive spots. Her lips separate from yours in a fit of pleasure, her head hanging back and her mouth agape as a long moan escapes. You keep your mouth busy by focusing on her neck, finding the hollow of her throat and marking her flesh with kisses.

You’re racing the both of you to your shared peak. All the sensations pile on Karina’s heightened sensitivity, inching her closer to nirvana. You’re not far behind, with her previous orgasm nearly bringing you to the tipping point.

“Fuck yes. God, just like that! I’m so fucking close please! I’m close I’m close I’m—”

An earth shattering cry rips from Karina’s throat as it signals her peak. Her fingers dig into your back, her legs lock tight around your hips. Her body tenses up, back arching away from the bed and pushing into yours. Her hips grind against your crotch, meeting your thrusts and driving you deeper into her core. Her walls start fluttering around you, milking you for your orgasm that has yet to start. Fortunately, that’s what sets you over the edge.

“Jimin –FUCK– I’m—”

“Inside! Please, don’t pull out! Give it all to me inside!”

You bury yourself deep inside of Karina to fulfill her request. You feel the first throb of your dick as it shoots the first stream of your cum deep into her womb. You could do nothing but stay still and hold her close as you continue to throb inside of her, painting her inner walls white and flooding her insides with your seed. Your face was buried in the crook of her neck before she caressed your cheek, directing you to meet her in a passionate kiss.

Both you and Karina stay still through your shared nirvana. Both unable to move. Both unwilling to move. You hold each other close, lips clashing, tongues lapping. You continue to throb inside of her while her walls continue to milk you for all you have. 

After a few intense minutes, you both finally come down from your shared high. You both separate from the kiss as you both need more air in your lungs. Karina’s grip on you with her arms and legs loosen, her body melting and sinking into the mattress. Her walls start to calm down around your length as well. You use your remaining strength to keep yourself from crashing on top of her. Slowly, your gazes meet again. You both get lost in each other’s eyes for a moment, then she weakly reaches up with both hands for your face. You lean in to her, letting her guide your lips back to hers in a soft kiss. It only lasts seconds, but it feels like forever. When you both pull away, you both form a smile, unable to contain your emotions. You slip out of her, lying down to her side as you start to realize what just happened. For a minute, you end up staring at the ceiling with only your shared labored breaths battling the silence of the room. When you finally look to your side to find her still looking at you. You can’t help but match the smile she was wearing. The smile doesn’t even disappear when she finally breaks the silence.

“Hey.”

You’re amazed at how smoothly it just rolls off of her lips. Like the past few hours of debauchery didn’t happen. You could think of no reply except one thing:

“Hi.”

You both end up giggling from the back and forth. Karina lets out a yawn, understandable considering that you did the equivalent of a marathon the whole night. You pull her in close as the fatigue starts to get to her. As you hold her while she starts to sleep, you kiss her on her forehead and whisper a final message for the night.

“Thank you, Jimin.”

The soft smile that forms on her face is the last thing you remember before losing consciousness yourself.

— — —

You start waking up when you feel the sunlight hit your face. When you sit up, you find yourself alone in the hotel room. You’re disappointed at first, thinking that Karina just left after your wonderful night together, but then you see your phone.

Under an unlisted number, you see a series of texts that instantly tells you that last night wasn’t just a dream.

Hey. It’s Jimin. I hope you don’t mind that I left my number on your phone. 

Sorry I had to leave early. Manager called about a schedule. 

Last night was amazing. Give me a call when your divorce is settled. 

Let’s go on a proper first date then. Maybe you’ll finally fuck my tits afterwards. ;)

The last line makes you chuckle. You save the number under her real name.

Jimin

Because that’s who you remember.

Not the idol.

But the person behind the persona who actually cared about you.

The one who helped you realize that it’s okay to move on. 

Before you get dressed and head to your own room, you send a reply before tossing your phone on the bed.

Thanks for last night.

And believe me. 

————————————————————————

BANGKOK, THAILAND - 2:30 P.M

Nick tapped his fingers patiently against the worn leather of the steering wheel, the air-con blasting cool relief against the bright midday sun pouring through the windshield.

Parked under the shaded porte-cochère of the Peninsula Bangkok hotel, red heart balloons and pink streamers bobbed lazily in the warm breeze, the whole entrance decked out for Valentine's Day with cheerful clusters of roses and heart-shaped signs. Couples wandered in and out, some carrying small gift bags, the air alive with light chatter and the distant hum of city traffic. It was just past noon, the peak of the dry-season heat making everything shimmer a little, but the promise of what the day was about to bring kept the mood buoyant.

He had been waiting nearly an hour for his long-time celebrity girlfriend, Karina, to walk out by the entrance, but fortunately patience came easy today. The anticipation only sharpened his senses, making every passing minute feel like a slow build to something electric.

And finally, she appeared.

Walking clumsily through the revolving doors, Nick watched Karina step into the bright daylight like she was made for it. She hurried toward the car, heels clicking on the stone driveway, dark hair gleaming under the sun in a cute, neat bun. 

The pretty K-pop idol was rocking a fitted grey sleeveless designer crop top with a neat row of tiny buttons running down the front and the hem cropped just high enough to reveal a tempting sliver of smooth midriff. Paired with those medium-wash blue jeans that sat comfortably on her hips and tapered down her legs, the look was casual yet deliberately sexy. Every step accentuated her in a way that made the midday brightness feel even hotter.

Nick’s smile spread wide and genuine as he watched her slide into his passenger seat. The door shut with a soft thud, sealing them in a rush of her vanilla-jasmine perfume that bloomed instantly, cutting through the faint scent of warm pavement and distant street-food spices drifting in from the street. 

She fumbled with the seatbelt in that hurried, pretend-guilty rush, acting like she hadn’t kept him waiting—as if being impunctual wasn’t her usual pre-date ritual.

“No wonder you took forever to get ready. You have like fifty buttons on your shirt,” teased Nick, voice low and easy, eyes hidden beneath a dark pair of Oakley shades she got for his last birthday. 

Karina shot his boyfriend a mock glare, lips twitching upward as she adjusted the loose strands of hair on her forehead while meddling with the seat belt, forcing a busy look. 

“Stop picking on me,” she said, clicking the belt into its slot, then added with an exaggerated huff. “It's you I'm dressing up for, after all, so the least you could do is say thank you if you’re not gonna compliment me.”

“Oh, I am complimenting you,” Nick countered, a cheeky smirk drawing upon his face. “See where my eyes go?”

Karina turned, catching her boyfriend staring at her chest with shameless appreciation. A flush crept up her collarbones—half irritation, half something hotter.

“Is that supposed to be a compliment?” she said, deadpan. “You ogling my boobs like a child?”

Nick grinned, voice dropping to that husky register you knew she secretly loved. “Well, isn’t that why you choose to wear this outfit for me, specifically?”

“No, I picked it because it’s cute,” she replied softly, yet edged with that familiar spark. “And you’re lucky that you’re my boyfriend, or I would’ve slapped you in the face right now for saying that so confidently.”

Nick chuckled heartily at Karina’s playful threat, the sound warm and rich, filling the car like shared heat. 

“Yeah, my bad,” he said, “Feeling extra playful today since it’s Valentine’s.” 

Nick then reached to the backseat and pulled out a lush bouquet of deep red roses along with a small, elegant box tied with gold thread.

“Truce?” he offered, holding them out with a boyish wink.

Karine held her gaze on Nick for a few seconds, one finger drawn forward to nudge his shades down just so she could peeked into his eyes before her fake annoyance cracked into a reluctant smile. 

She took the roses first, bringing them close to her nose as their heady scent bloomed stronger, mingling with the jasmine notes already clinging to her skin. Her fingers brushed him on purpose as she accepted the box, sending a warm current straight up his arm. 

Only then she leaned in towards him for a kiss, moist lips meeting him in a smooch that started sweet, turned lingering. Her gloss was sticky and tasted faintly of ripe cherries, the humid air making every inch between them feel charged.

Karina then pulled back after giving Nick enough of her flavour, eyes glittering under the sunlight. “Come on. I’m starving.”

Nick responded with a satisfied smile, savoring the lingering taste of her as he shifted into gear and hit the pedal to the floor, truly looking forward to the bright afternoon opening up ahead of them.

***

Nick pulled a chair for Karina as she filled the seat across from him at a cozy corner table in the upscale Thai restaurant he'd booked the day before. Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, bathing the space in warm midday gold while the faint hum of soft Thai acoustic music mixed with the gentle clink of dishes and murmured conversations from other couples. 

The air carried the irresistible aroma of lemongrass, galangal, and sizzling chilies, undercut by the creamy coconut notes drifting from the kitchen. A family-style spread was already being arranged—steaming jasmine rice in a woven basket, a vibrant tom yum goong with plump prawns bobbing in spicy broth, green curry fragrant with Thai basil, and a plate of fresh spring rolls alongside stir-fried morning glory.

The waiter approached with the final dishes, setting them down with quiet efficiency.

Karina pressed her palms together, followed by a subtle bow of the head in a graceful wai, smiling politely at the waiter. "Sawasdee kha."

The waiter returned the gesture, his smile widening at her effort with the feminine polite particle.

Meanwhile, Nick was visibly fighting a grin, lips pursing as he bit back laughter. Karina caught the look on Nick’s face almost immediately as narrowed her eyes towards him.

"What's so funny?" she asked in annoyance, cheeks were slightly red as she sensed him mocking her Thai.

Nick leaned forward, smirking with that confident gleam she knew too well. "You're saying it wrong. There's supposed to be a 'p' sound at the end of it.'"

Karina tilted her head, matter-of-fact. "Um… no, I said it right. Sawasdee kha is for women, and Sawasdee khap is for men."

He raised an eyebrow. "Really?" 

"Mm-hm," she replied, followed by a smug little nod.

"Well, that's funny," he said, pausing dramatically while making an exaggerated thinking face, chin in hand. "I feel like it should be the other way around."

Karina casually reached for the serving spoon as she prompted, "...Why?"

“Why, you ask? It’s because…”

Nick held the pause just long enough, eyes flicking ever so briefly to her chest, then back to her face. Karina, still unsuspecting of her boyfriend’s naughty gaze, continued to fill his plate with a generous scoop of green curry and rice.

"...Never mind," he said finally, waving it off with a grin. "I don't want to explain that joke while we're eating."

Karina's hand froze mid-scoop, spatula hovering over Nick’s plate while she shot him a stare of disbelief. 

Slowly piecing it together with her own brain power—the unfinished tease, the "p" sound, the silly grin on Nick’s face—it didn't take the girl long to have her eyes widened in realization, a flush creeping up her neck as the dots connected.

Karina then instantly grabbed a napkin from the table and tossed it at Nick, just hard enough to make it flutter against his chest as he tried to dodge it playfully.

"Hey—Rina, come on!” he laughed, playing the innocent. “Where’s your table manners?"

"You're the one to talk about table manners, you silly goofball!" she shot back, voice playful but edged with mock outrage. "What are you, a twelve-year-old?"

Nick's laughter deepened, truly satisfied by his girlfriend’s reaction. "Hey, a twelve-year-old me couldn't come up with that joke. I didn't even learn what a D-cup was until I became a freshman,” he said. “College freshman, that is. Not high school."

Karina smirked, shaking her head hopelessly. "Now that one is definitely a lie."

"I promise you it's not,” said Nick with a convincing smile. "I was an innocent kid back then. Pretty good student, too. But of course, you already know that about me."

Karina held Nick’s gaze with a playful stare, half-amused, half-irritated by his smugness.

"Well then," she said, arching a brow, "explain how one goes from being a good, innocent kid to cracking boob jokes over lunch?"

"I don't know,” he shrugged. “Maybe it's because I got a super hot girlfriend who never fails to remind me what a D-cup looks like in person."

Karina shot Nick with another deadpan stare upon hearing his answer, yet the corner of her mouth twitched slowly. 

She then dropped her fork and spoon dramatically before reaching across the table, fingers wrapping around his neck in a playful strangle—gentle enough not to hurt, firm enough to shake his head side to side as to knock some sense into them.

"Okay, okay, I'm joking!” he pleaded, head wobbling. “ Geez."

***

Nick and Karina stepped out of the restaurant into the bright midday sun after wrapping up their lunch date session, the glass door swinging shut behind with a soft chime. 

The street outside was alive with the easy chaos of a tropical afternoon—motorbikes zipping past in lazy swarms, vendors calling out from shaded carts, the faint sizzle of street food mixing with the scent of grilled pork and sweet mango sticky rice drifting on the humid breeze. Red heart balloons bobbed from a few shopfronts, and strings of pink lanterns swayed gently overhead, reminders that Valentine's Day had claimed the city for the day.

Nick slipped his arm around Karina's shoulders as they began walking, pulling her petite frame gently into his side. 

Karina leaned in without hesitation. Her body fitting against him like it belonged there, one hand resting lightly on Nick’s lower waist as his tall figure dictated it.

She then let out a low, satisfied moan, her free hand drifting to caress her belly through the soft fabric of her grey crop top. 

"Ugh, I'm so full," she said in a dwindling voice. “The food is just too good here. It really fits my style, the way they cooked it."

"Yeah, same here,” replied Nick casually, a single thumb tracing idle circles on her smooth shoulder. “It's really hitting me hard now. Makes me feel a little sleepy, to be honest."

Nick then staged an exaggerated yawn, lifting his arm just high enough to check the time on his watch and shaking it playfully across her face as if that would will the hours to speed up toward evening. Karina, who was already well used to his boyfriend’s silly theatrics, caught the performance and smirked up at him with her eyebrows tilted. 

That said, before Nick could finish the yawn, Karina then reached over and gave him a quick, teasing belly-pinch through his shirt.

"Ow—" he jolted upward, suddenly walking straight again. “"Okay, I'm awake now. Appreciate that, sweetheart."

Karina grinned at Nick while shaking her head subtly, eyes sparkling as she looked up at his taller frame while clinging her arm around him.

"So," she said, voice light, "what else is on the schedule today? I remember you mentioned some big things last night while we’re on the phone—something about ‘best Valentine's date ever’, and all that jazz."

"Oh yeah, I do have plans for us,” replied Nick, rubbing his nape casually. “But honestly, most of them were supposed to take place at night, so… I may have, unintentionally so, left the day part a bit unoccupied.”

Karina pursed her lips together, suppressing a laughter while shaking her head hopelessly once again. "You're just begging for it today, aren't you—"

Before she could follow with another pinch, Nick instantly caught Karina’s hand mid-reach as he laced them around his fingers instead. He slowed down their pace, letting the street noise fade a little while he stared down at the cute, pretty face of his girlfriend.

"Okay, no—but seriously," he said, softer now. "My plan for today is basically just... this."

He let the words hang for a beat, squeezing her hand gently.

"We hold each other's hands, eat good food, and just go wherever we want. Make some great memories that’d last way beyond this Valentine's Day.”

Karina stared up at Nick, lips pursing slightly to suppress a laugh, yet a small, cringing smile broke through anyway—the sudden showing of sincerity just caught her off guard in the best way. 

"And I know it doesn't sound that special on paper. But then, it's not very often that I get to do this with you,” he added, voice softening. “You're a very busy woman, Karina... and I'm the luckiest guy on the planet to have you around my arm right now."

Karina’s smirk softened into something quieter, smitten, fingers squeezing Nick’s hand even tighter now while guiding him forward in slow, big strides.

"Well," she murmured softly, "I didn't say it wasn't special..."

Nick leaned down towards her face, finishing her sentence with playful timing. "But...?"

"But..." Karina smiled wider, eyes glinting. "It's just not special yet. So we have to work extra hard today to make it that way. As a team."

Nick nodded his head with a smirk, delighted by her cuteness. "That I couldn't agree more, my darling. Smart call."

He then bent over slightly to press a quick kiss to the top of Karina’s head, leaving the girl with a big, bright smile on her face—cheeks warm in red by the simple yet affectionate gesture—like she was truly proud to have earned that kiss from him.

They both let the moment linger for a few more seconds, swinging their arms in big, happy motion as they walked while taking in the beautiful view of the city. The cool afternoon breeze blowing upon them made the whole scenario felt more like a movie montage than real life—and it kept them grateful for the latter to be the case right now.

"So,” he said casually, “...you figured out our starting line yet?"

Karina scanned her surroundings for a split second before locking her gaze on a bright red tuk-tuk idling at the curb ahead, its driver waving lazily at passing tourists. Her eyes lit up with excitement, almost mischievous as she glanced at him.

"Yup. I do." She tilted her head toward it. "Do you?"

"Not really,” he shrugged, grinning lazily and trusting. “But go ahead and drag me like a ragdoll whichever direction you want. I'm more than happy to let you wear the captain’s hat for us." 

He let a beat pass, then added, “...At least until the sun goes down.”

Karina gave Nick a knowing smirk, rolling her eyes for show before tugging his hand firmly to drag him forward as they both headed straight for the tuk-tuk to kick off their Valentine's mission.

***

The afternoon slipped by in a golden, humid haze across Bangkok. One minute they were laughing in a rattling tuk-tuk, Nick’s arms locked around Karina’s waist as the city zipped past them in a colorful chaos of neon, orange-robes, and satay smoke; the next they were barefoot in Lumpini Park, splashing in the lake like teenagers and stealing wet kisses between selfies with the skyline peeking through the palms. Later, at a quiet riverside café overlooking the Chao Phraya as the sky softened to pink and gold, they shared mango sticky rice and iced coconut water, Nick’s gaze drifting shamelessly to the way her grey crop top clung in the heat—Karina catching him every time with a teasing pinch and a grin that only made him stare harder.

And before they knew it, dusk had crept in and the city lights were flickering awake. The hours having melted away so fast it almost felt like magic to them. Still buzzing and giggling from the day’s easy joy, they headed back to the hotel, climbing the lobby stairs two at a time and slipping into the elevator.

Karina pressed the button for their floor, then turned to him with a smirk. “I still can’t believe you convinced that guy to let you drive the tuk-tuk.”

Nick caught up to her in two steps, shoulders brushing. “Why not? It’s basically a motorcycle with a roof. Not exactly an eighteen-wheeler.”

“Yeah, but I’m pretty sure you need a license to maneuver it.” She leaned against the mirrored wall as the doors slid shut. “And you nearly crashed us on that turn, so don’t pretend you knew what you were doing.”

“That,” he said, deadpan, “was called a drift. I’m pretty sure the tuk-tuk guy had no idea his three-wheeled ride could pull it off. Give me some credit. That took serious skill.”

Karina rolled her eyes, then stepped forward and looped both arms around his neck, clinging like she intended to stay there. “Yeah, I’ll give you some credit, sir.” Her voice dropped, playful but edged. “We just haven’t got to our room yet, have we?”

A beat passed. She held his gaze—long enough for the elevator’s soft hum to feel louder than it was. Nick’s hands found her waist, thumbs settling against the warm strip of bare skin where her top had ridden up. The mirrored walls threw their reflection back at them from every angle: her clinging, him steady, the air between them suddenly smaller.

“Thank you for today, by the way,” she said, softer now. “It was really fun spending Valentine’s with you.”

Nick’s half-smirk returned. “Why are you saying that like the day’s already over? It’s not.”

Karina’s smile turned slow, seductive, her gaze tracing the line of his jaw, then flicking back to his eyes. “I know.” She paused, letting the words settle. “I’m just… not sure I’ll still have the energy to say it by the time we end the night. Mainly because I see the way you’re looking at me right now.”

Nick’s lips pursed. A flush crept up his neck; he tried to fight the grin and lost. “Oh wow, baby. That is…” He exhaled a quiet laugh. “Probably one of the hottest things you’ve ever said to me, hands down.”

Karina’s smirk deepened, proud, knowing exactly what she’d done to him.

“And you know what makes it even hotter though?” he asked, leaning in until his mouth brushed her ear, voice low enough that the words felt private even in the small space. “...You’re absolutely right.”

***

The elevator dinged softly and the doors slid open to the dim corridor. Nick already had Karina cradled in his arms, her legs wrapped tight around his waist and her mouth fused to his. He carried her forward in long, urgent strides, their kisses messy and breathless, unbroken even as they moved. Tongues slid together, lips caught and tugged, teeth grazed with just enough spark to keep the heat rising. Neither of them could bear to pull away long enough to breathe, let alone speak.

Karina fumbled blindly for the keycard in her back pocket, swiping it against the reader multiple times until the lock finally blinked green. She pushed the knob and the door swung inward as they stumbled through, still locked onto each other’s mouth before crashing onto the king bed.

Clothes stayed stubbornly on, neither of them willing to break contact long enough to peel anything away. Nick's hands roamed everywhere across Karina's body, hungry and restless and greedy, sliding under her shirt, gripping her hips, tracing the curve of her spine and waist, but never quite committing to undressing. Their tongues tangled in a fierce, breathless wrestle, as if every missed touch and every month apart had to be reclaimed right then, right there.

Eventually Karina tried to slow things down, to take the reins for a moment. Her fingers slipped under the hem of Nick’s shirt and tugged upward, eager to strip him bare. Yet, Nick instantly caught her wrists, pinning them gently but firmly to the mattress on either side of her head. Then he dropped his mouth to her neck.

The shift was lustful and possessive. His lips found the sensitive skin just below her ear, pressing soft at first, then firmer—kissing, tasting, grazing with the edge of his teeth. Karina’s breath hitched she arched instinctively beneath him, wrists flexing against his hold, but she didn’t fight it. She melted into the mattress instead, surrendering to the slow burn and the series of red marks he was building along her throat.

When he’d claimed every inch he could reach, he returned to her mouth like a man starved all over again. Deeper now, hungrier, one hand cradling the back of her head to angle her exactly how he wanted.

Karina’s wrists were free now. Nick shifted higher, straddling her hips, bracing on his forearms so their bodies aligned chest-to-chest. He kissed her slower, more deliberately, foreheads touching in the middle of it, breaths mingling hot and ragged.

Then he broke away, almost too suddenly.

They stared at each other, panting, chests rising and falling in sync. No words for several long seconds—just their breathing and the faint hum of the air conditioning.

Karina’s smile was soft, brows slightly furrowed. “…What’s wrong?”

Nick hesitated, eyes lost in hers. He swallowed, a shy half-smile breaking through. “Nothing, I just… got a little overwhelmed.”

He traced her face like he was memorizing it. “It’s been a while since I had this view in front of me. Makes me forget how to act normal.”

Karina’s smile warmed. “I know, Nick…I miss you too.”

She cupped his face, thumbs brushing slowly along his cheekbones. The tenderness made his eyes glisten; he leaned into her touch, briefly hiding his gaze against her palm.

Karina teased gently. “Aw, don’t cry, you baby—”

Nick caught her hand, holding it there dearly. “No, I’m not crying! I’m just… teary. Because you won’t even let me blink.”

His voice dropped, raw. “You’re just so fucking pretty.”

Karina’s smile bloomed, warm and a little watery. She pulled him down and kissed him again—deep, lingering, pouring everything unspoken into it.

When they parted she kept stroking his face, voice low. “If I’m so pretty that you don’t want to blink… then what are you gonna do about it? Just stare at me all night?”

Nick’s eyes locked on hers. “Well, that’s the problem, Rina. Because I could do that. But then, there’s also a whole list of other things that I want to do to you.”

He leaned closer, lips brushing her ear. “We’d need to stay on this bed for at least another week before I’d even come close to being done with you.”

Karina chuckled, playful. “Oh really? Just seven days, that’s it?”

 “No, AT LEAST seven, I said,” he countered, grinning against her skin. “Nonstop. Full room service. No showers. Five minutes for toilet breaks, maximum twice a day.”

She laughed outright, the sound bright in the quiet room. “Well, that sounds like a very temptingly specific plan, sweetheart… but you know we don’t have that kind of time on our side to do that. Even if I was to agree to it.”

Nick brushed his nose against hers, teasing. “No?”

“Mm-mm,” Karina smirked, “My flight’s to Seoul is at 9 a.m. tomorrow, and you, sir, are the one who’s driving me to the airport. So why don’t you start ripping my clothes off and do what you’ve been dying to do all day?”

She nipped his lower lip lightly. “I’ll handle whatever your hands can’t reach. Don’t worry.”

Nick held her gaze a beat longer, drinking in the mischief in her eyes, the flush on her cheeks, the way she looked at him like he was the only thing that mattered. Then he claimed her mouth again, softly this time, while Karina’s fingers worked blindly at his belt buckle.

But then he paused mid-kiss, pulling back just enough to speak against her lips. “Wait—did you say ripping?”

Karina nodded slowly, smirk widening. “I did, yes.”

Nick glanced down beneath him. Only now did he really register why Karina had specifically chosen to wear the delicate grey fabric stretched tight across her chest with twenty tiny buttons marching down the front like a deliberate challenge.

He met her eyes again—dark, hungry, delighted.

“You little menace,” he growled, voice rough with want.

Karina just grinned wider, arching up to brush her lips against his jaw.

As for Nick, he didn’t need another invitation. Challenge accepted.

***

Nick crossed his arms and peeled off his shirt in one smooth motion, muscles flexing under the low hotel lighting as he straddled her. Karina watched the show from the best view of the house, lips curved in open appreciation, eyes sparkling with that familiar mischief.

Somewhere across the room, Nick’s shirt landed on the floor. Only then he braced himself over her again, caging her between his forearms. His gaze dropped to the ridiculous row of tiny buttons marching down her crop top—twenty of them, at least, each one a deliberate taunt. He studied them like a puzzle he was about to solve violently, his motivation right there in her flushed face and the mounting swell beneath the grey fabric.

Karina smirked up at him mischievously, anticipation humming between them.

His hands went straight for the material over her breasts, fingers curling into the fabric on either side of the button line, ready to rip.

But before he could yank it off, Karina shot up from the pillow, catching his wrists. “Wait, wait—” She reached sideways for her purse on the nightstand. “Let me grab my phone real quick.”

Nick blinked, hands frozen mid-grip. “Your phone? For what?”

Karina pulled it out, already grinning like a demon. “I wanna record it.” She tilted her head. “Would be funny if you failed on the first try, especially with all those muscles.”

Nick stared down at her, blinking. Karina held the phone up shamelessly, tongue peeking out in that cute, infuriating way she did when she knew she’d gotten under his skin.

He shook his head, a low laugh rumbling out as he leaned down, plucked the phone from her fingers, and pinned her wrists lightly to the bed. “Oh—nah. You’re definitely not doing that to me. I won’t allow it.”

Karina giggled, squirming just enough to make it fun. “No? Why not?”

Nick dipped low, teasing a kiss along her jaw before speaking against her ear in a deeper, rougher voice. “Because I need to have a clear view of your face while I do it, otherwise I definitely won’t be able to regardless of how ripped I am.”

He pulled back just enough to meet her eyes. “So I suggest you stop toying with me and start treating this a little seriously, Rina. Cause things are about to get real for you from this point.”

Karina’s smile turned wicked, voice mocking playfully. “Ooh, really? Is that a threat or a promise?”

Nick’s smirk answered before his words did. “It’s neither. It’s a guarantee.”

He then claimed her mouth again with a short yet passionate kiss that was enough to flip the mood from playful to intent again. When he broke away, the air between them had thickened, gaze dropping as it was edged with real hunger.

Nick shifted back into position, digging his fingers into the fabric just above her chest, between the buttons. His eyes locked on hers with a devilish smirk, almost like she was daring her to stop him.

Karina gave a small nod, lips pursed, breath held in excited anticipation.

That was all he needed.

And with the strength of his arm muscle, he ripped the entire shirt off in one powerful tug, giving the army of buttons no chance whatsoever to defend their position as it popped free in a satisfying scatter across the sheets and floor; the rest tore loose in a single, brutal yank. The grey fabric parted like it had been waiting for this moment all day.

Except that wasn’t the most satisfying part of the act at all—at least for Nick.

Karina’s voluptuous breasts spilled free from its constraint, jiggling from the sudden release in exactly the way Nick had been obsessing over since the car ride—full, soft, bouncing in an uncontrolled rhythm that made his mouth water just looking at it.

He froze for a long second, swallowing hard, drinking in the sight of her flushed skin and hardening nipples of her flabby breasts that just wouldn’t stop moving with every tiny shift of the mattress. The faint red marks from earlier neck kisses still blooming along her collarbone.

Then he dove.

Nick’s mouth closed over one breast, taking as much as he could, tongue swirling wildly beneath the soft weight. Karina yelped softly, fingers diving into his hair, tugging hard enough to sting. He groaned against her skin, the warmth and vibration making her arch uncontrollably.

He didn’t stay gentle at all, nor did he ever plan to. His teeth grazed her nipple deliberately, just enough to draw a gasp, then his tongue flicked relentlessly to circle the brown, hardening peak until it tightened even further. His right hand found her other breast, kneading firmly, rolling the nipple between thumb and finger in rough, hungry pulls.

Every few seconds, Nick switched his mouth to latch onto the neglected side, sucking them hard like he was a starving infant at three in the morning, while his hand worked the other roughly. Karina’s moans grew sharper the frenzier he got. She covered her mouth with the palm of her hand, half-laughing, half-whimpering as pleasure-pain sparked through her.

Nick lifted his head just enough to stretch Karina;s nipple between his lips, pulling it upward until it elongated, taut and glistening. He held the tension, eyes lifting to meet hers, watching her watch him with her lips parted, cheeks flushed, completely undone.

Karina’s breath hitched. She knew exactly how obsessed he was with her breasts. And right now, she was letting him have every filthy fantasy he’d ever had about them.

No holding back. No teasing.

Just Nick, feral and devoted, and Karina, wide open and embracing every second of it.

***

Nick pulled his mouth from Karina’s breast with a slow, reluctant drag, lips trailing wet kisses down the center of her body. Each press of his mouth against her midriff sent a fresh pulse of heat straight between her thighs. Karina’s fingers tightened in his hair, tugging gently to urge him lower. Her legs shifted restlessly, aching for fullness.

By the time his mouth had reached the waistband of her jeans, Nick didn’t even hesitate. Buckle undone, zipper down, he hooked both her denim and her underwear in one smooth pull and stripped them off her in a single motion. The fabric whispered to the floor, leaving her bare. 

Nick paused for a second to savor the heavenly view in front of him. Her pussy was silky and glistening, the evidence of her arousal already slick and obvious. He took in the sight for several long seconds, a slow, appreciative smirk curling his lips. Karina’s cheeks flushed deeper when she caught Nick staring a little too long at her mess, that same shy sweetness surfacing even now, after everything they’d done before.

He then shifted just long enough to shove his own pants down and kick them away. His cock sprang free from his boxer as it finally introduced itself to the room—thick, hard, already leaking at the tip. Karina’s smile widened, eyes bright as she watched it bob above her stomach, heavy and eager.

Although, Nick already had a different plan in mind.

Instead of filling her in first thing, Nick crawled back towards Karina, lowering himself until his erection pressed warm against her stomach. His hands framed her face gently, thumbs brushing her cheekbones as he claimed her mouth passionately. Karina arched into the contact, hips lifting instinctively as she craved the friction.

When he finally broke the kiss, Nick hovered his thumb over Karina’s  lips while staring deeply into her eyes, tracing the outline with care and precision as if he was trying to draw her on a canvas. 

No words needed, Karina took him in immediately, tongue curling around the pad, sucking his thumb in with slow, deliberate pulls. Her gaze never left his for a second, almost like she was begging to be fed with something, anything from him.

Satisfied by the sexy expression on her face, Nick’s attention drifted downward again inevitably. Karina’s breasts rose and fell beneath him with each breath she took, still flushed from earlier abuse, nipples tight and glistening from his mouth. The sight of it snapped something loose inside him, like an intrusive thought that was hard to suppress, especially in this situation.

Then, without warning, Nick’s palm cracked against the side of Karina’s breast in a firm, controlled slap, just enough sting to make the flesh wobble like jello.

Karina didn’t even flinch. She exhaled a soft, pleased sound around his thumb and kept sucking, eyes half-lidded.

He continued to slap the other side—once, twice, three times in a steady rhythm. Each impact left a blooming red handprint against her skin, the soft mounds jiggling aggressively before settling. Karina stayed calm, almost serene, even arching her body a little more to offer herself up, happy to let him use her breasts however he wanted.

Nick kneaded the one he’d just struck, voice low and rough. “These are mine, right?”

Karina nodded eagerly, eyes glistening with consent, still working his thumb like it was a popsicle. She almost chased it for a second as Nick withdrew his thumb from her mouth, lips pursing in protest before he replaced it with his tongue instead; another deep kiss to reset the mood again between them.

Upon breaking the kiss, Nick then positioned his cock between Karina’s breasts, a thick shaft nestled in the warm valley like it belonged there.

“Hold them for me, baby,” he murmured, voice deep.

Karina obeyed instantly, cupping the undersides of her breasts and pressing them together until they enveloped his shaft completely, only the flushed head peeking out from the tight channel.

Nick groaned at the sensation—soft, smooth, impossibly warm. He started slowly, hips rocking forward, sliding through the slick press of her flesh. The friction was almost perfect; every thrust dragged along the sensitive underside, precum leaking steadily and spreading across her skin, turning the glide smoother, wetter, faster.

Karina watched Nick lose himself in real time while humping her tits, and she couldn’t resist adding to it. Every time the tip emerged from her cleavage, her tongue darted out in quick, teasing manner, catching the bead of precum and swirling it around the head. Nick’s rhythm stuttered each time she managed to do that, hips jerking harder in response.

But still, seeing the girl’s effort to fulfill his fantasy, Nick decided to reward Karina immediately. His free hand reached over to slide between her thighs, two fingers plunging into her soaked heat. He curled them in like a hook, rubbing slow, firm circles against her walls to match the pace of his thrusts. Karina bucked into his touch, hips rolling to meet each stroke, physically guiding him to meet her G-spot while still squeezing her breasts tight around his cock.

In that moment, the room was entirely filled with wet sounds—skin sliding over skin, her slick channel sucking at his fingers, the soft slap of her breasts against his shaft. Karina’s moans grew sharper and breathier as Nick increased his pace. She kept her hands firm around him, thumbs occasionally flicking across her own nipples to make her tits bounce harder for his viewing.

“Uh—Fuck—”

Nick’s control frayed. He wanted to drag the act longer, to keep fucking her tits for hours, keep feeling that perfect, tight grip on his shaft—but the current sight of her was too much for him to handle. Eyes locked on his, lips parted, breasts flushed and jiggling with every thrust, holding herself open for him like a gift, Nick knew he had to throw in the towel soon. His rhythm faltered dramatically, abs clenching. The heat coiled low and tight in his groin, rushing up fast as if it was building for an explosion.

And so it did.

The first pulse erupted like a missile against her throat, thick ropes streaking up the pit of her chest and neck. The second one hit even higher, splashing against the delicate skin of her well-crafted jawline, dripping slowly downward in glistening trails. 

And more followed—erratic, heavy spurts pooling in the valley between her breasts, spilling over the curves, coating her flushed skin in messy, obscene streaks. Some dripped onto the sheets, the rest stayed on her, marking her chest and neck in abstract painting.

Nick shuddered through the aftershocks, hips twitching forward in shallow jerks as the last of it spilled out. He wrapped a hand around the base, milking the final drops until he was spent, cock twitching against her slick sternum.

For several long seconds he just hovered there, breathing hard, staring down at the beautiful wreck he’d made of her. breasts heaving and glistening, throat and collarbone streaked, pearly strands clinging to her cheek and hair. Karina looked up at him with heavy-lidded eyes, lips curved in a dazed, panting smile.

She licked the drop from her lower lip slowly, deliberately, never breaking eye contact.

Nick exhaled a shaky laugh, devilish smirk spreading across his flushed, sweaty face.

“That was on purpose, by the way,” he rasped. “I didn’t plan to let you sleep tonight.”

Karina reached up, dragging one finger through the mess on her chest, then brought it to her mouth and sucked it clean. Her voice came out low, satisfied.

“…I know.”

***

As the second round was about to begin, Nick leaned over Karina again, forearms braced on either side of her head, caging her in the way that never failed to make her pulse jump. He claimed her mouth with slow, deliberate hunger, tasting the faint salt of himself still lingering on her lips. The kiss was his quiet thank-you—for the way she’d let him lose himself, for the mess he’d painted across her chest, for the way she’d looked up at him afterward like she’d won something.

Karina answered with equal heat, one hand sliding to the back of his neck, fingers threading through his damp hair. Her other hand drifted lower, wrapping loosely around his cock where it rested heavy and still-hard against her stomach. She stroked him lazily at first, a series of long, unhurried pulls from base to tip, before picking up her pace, coaxing him back to full attention while their tongues slid together.

Nick groaned into her mouth. His free hand found her breast again, kneading the soft weight blindly, trapping the stiff nipple between his fingers. He rolled it gently at first, then gave it a little pinch, just hard enough to make her gasp against his lips.

“That’s it, Rina,” he murmured between kisses, voice rough and low. “Keep jerking it for me. Don’t stop no matter what.”

Karina obeyed without any protest, wrapping her fingers properly around his length, stroking in steady rhythm while her tongue tangled with his. The dual sensation sent a fresh wave of heat curling through her core.

He kept working her nipple, thumb flicking over the peak before pinching again, harder this time. Karina’s back arched off the mattress, a soft whimper slipping free. The sharper the tug, the deeper her tongue pushed into his mouth, her hand faltering around his shaft as pleasure-pain short-circuited her focus.

Nick finally released both her mouth and her nipple, letting her fall back against the pillow. Her chest heaved, eyes glassy, a faint sheen of tears gathering at the corners.

He pressed his forehead to hers, breathing hard. “Does that hurt you?”

Karina shook her head convincingly to deny it, eyes still locked on his. Though the tiny tremor in her lashes and the glimmer in her eyes told a slightly different story.

Nick smiled at his girlfriend proudly, cupping the breast he’d just tormented with real care and tenderness, soothing the flushed skin with slow circles of his thumb. Karina laced her fingers through his, guiding his hand where she needed it to be, then leaned up to chase his lips again.

“Give me a ride next,” he whispered in between the kiss, almost reverent. “I want to see them dance.”

Karina nodded her head to the request, eyes half-lidded yet keen to perform. To put on a show for him. To please.

Nick rolled onto his back, settling against the pillows on the untouched side of the bed. Karina crawled after him without a word, expression soft and focused, like she’d been waiting for the invitation all along.

She paused between his spread thighs like a lost kitten, lowering her head to press slow, open-mouthed kisses along his sprawling cock. 

From the swollen tip of Nick to his veiny shaft and smooth-shaven base, Karina made sure that she had left her trail on each of them before going back up again. Each gentle smooch drew a hiss from him, fresh precum beading at the slit. He closed his eyes every time he felt her soft, wet lips touching him, head tipping back slightly from the pleasure, hands fisting the sheets. 

Karina took her time orchestrating the show for Nick, worshipping every inch of his penis until he was throbbing, leaking, ready to go in.

Only then did she rise above his waist and straddle his hips. She lined him up with steady hands, never breaking eye contact as she sank down inch by slow inch. Nick gulped visibly at the sight of it, unsure of which one he enjoyed more at the moment; the tightness of her walls clenching his dick or just the view itself.

A long, shuddering breath escaped Karina’s mouth when she bottomed out, walls fluttering tight around him. She held still for a heartbeat, allowing both of them to feel the stretch and heat from the perfect locking of their bodies.

Then she began to move.

Not frantic, not desperate—just slow, deliberate circles of her hips first, grinding down so he felt every ripple of her inner walls. Her breasts swayed gently with the motion, full and heavy, still carrying the faint red glow of his earlier handprints. Nick’s gaze locked there immediately, pupils blown wide, lips parting on a quiet exhale.

Karina then lifted herself almost to the tip, then sank back down with controlled force, enough to make her breasts bounce in a hypnotic arc. She built the rhythm at her own pace—higher lifts, deeper drops, a subtle twist of her hips on every descent that sent them jiggling side to side in the exact way she knew would unravel Nick to his peak.

Each bounce was teasing and measured perfectly by Karina, designed to give Nick the show he’d been craving since the moment he saw her walking out of the hotel lobby in that chest-hugging crop top. His hands rested loose on her thighs, thumbs stroking absently, not guiding, just anchoring himself as she orchestrated everything.

As her pace gradually quickened, Nick’s head tipped back involuntarily, a low groan rumbling from his chest. His fingers tightened on her thighs, pleasure crashing through him in waves. Her breasts never left his line of sight as it rocked lazily in every direction, the faint handprints shifting with every movement like living proof of his claim.

“Damn it, Rina…” His voice was wrecked, reverent. “You’re fucking perfect.”

Karina answered with a half-smirk, taking the words more as fuel rather than compliment. She kept the pace exactly where she wanted it with Nick—slow enough to torture, deep enough to overwhelm. She truly enjoyed watching the helpless reactions on his face, the flutter of his lashes, the way his mouth fell open on every downstroke, the way his body surrendered completely to her rhythm. The way he looked like he’d never get enough of her.

***

Karina moaned low in her throat, head tipping back slightly as Nick’s mouth kept switching between her breasts while she rode him, sucking it with the same slow-building greed he had all night, teeth grazing just enough to send sparks through her.

In the last few minutes, the dynamic had slightly changed between them and the show was no longer just Karina to run.

Nick’s hands began to roam up her back now, one settling between her shoulder blades to hold her close, the other cupping the underside of the breast that was left unattended by his mouth, thumb brushing over the nipple in lazy circles while his tongue worked the other.

He then bucked up again—deeper, more purposeful this time—driving into her with controlled, rolling thrusts that made her walls flutter and her breath hitch, every spot was hitting at the right place and time.

The motion sent Karina’s breasts bouncing against Nick’s face in a new, messier rhythm—less choreographed, more raw. The soft flesh pressing and sliding over his lips and cheeks as he sucked and licked and nipped without ever breaking contact.

“O-Oh god…” she moaned, voice soft and wrecked, almost pleading while she tugged onto his hair.

Nick bucked harder, feet planted against the mattress. Each thrust landed faster like he was chasing the edge, dragging her down to meet his base while his mouth stayed latched to her breast like a starving infant, sucking like he could pull her apart with lips and teeth alone.

Then he stepped up the pace again. Knees bending as he hooked them around Karina’s lower back, ankles crossing behind her hips to lock her in place. The motion pulled her down hard against him as their bodies fused together into one unit—her breasts crushed flatly to his face, her face buried in his neck, no room to breathe between them. His arms wrapped tighter around her back, hands splaying across her shoulder blades, holding her like an anchor as he began to thrust upward in quick, sharp jackrabbit bursts—fast and relentless—driving deep with every snap of his hips.

Karina’s control was totally gone at this point. She clung onto Nick tightly, riding the brutal pace he’d set with her eyes closed, thighs trembling, walls fluttering wildly every time his heavy balls managed to slap her cheeks like clockwork. Karina’s control shattered. She clung to him—arms wrapped tight around his shoulders, thighs trembling, walls fluttering wildly every time his balls slapped against her with rhythmic precision. 

The wet slap of their bodies meeting filled the room, louder now, faster, messier. Her head fell back from the fatigue, lips parted on a continuous string of whimpers and gasps, completely surrendering her body to the sudden, overwhelming shift of pace.

Nick’s thrusts grew erratic within each seconds that passed by—harder, deeper, shorter—until he buried himself to the hilt one final time and froze there, hips locked flush against hers. His teeth clenched against her soft skin the whole time, stuffing his mouth with the fullness of her breast while his cock pulsed thickly inside her.

Warmth flooded her in heavy, rhythmic spurts. Karina felt every twitch, every throb as Nick drained his balls deep inside her womb. Hot pulses spread through her core, coating her walls, filling her completely.

The release was fairly silent except for the dramatic slap of the thighs—no broken groan, no warning words, no dramatic announcement—just the sudden, unmistakable slowdown as his hips stilled, body shuddering once, twice, then going lax beneath her.

Though still, Karina knew instantly.

Her own breath hitched at the sensation—the heat blooming inside her, the way his cock jerked and swelled with each aftershock, the slow drip that started almost immediately due to the generous amount of cum Nick just released inside her.

Thick, white liquid leaking out around where they were still joined, warm and slick, trickling down her hole onto his shaft and pooling against his pelvis in sticky trails. Karina didn’t move right away but caught her breath. She stayed fully arched on him, walls fluttering softly around his still hardening length, savoring the fullness of it, the mess, and the quiet intimacy of their foreheads pressed together.

Karina’s breasts brushed against Nick's face as she leaned forward, one hand sliding into his hair to cradle his head while the other braced on his chest, feeling the rapid thud of his heart beginning to ease.

“Had enough of them yet?” asked Karina softly, staring at him with a calm, angelic smile on her face.

Nick smirked shamelessly in her embrace, breath ragged. “Never.”

***

EPILOGUE

The time was nearly six in the morning. Exhaustion had finally settled over them like a heavy blanket. The night had blurred into a tangle of positions and rounds until neither could remember how many times they’d started again. The sky outside was turning the softest blue. The room was quiet except for the low hum of the air conditioning and the occasional rustle of wrecked sheets. Every corner of the bed was a stained, twisted mess.

Nick lay with his head cradled in Karina’s lap, cheek pressed to the warm inside of her thigh. His mouth still stuck on her breast, lips lazily latched around the nipple in slow, gentle suckles—more comfort than need now, eyes closed in drowsy bliss. 

Karina sat propped against the headboard, one hand threading absently through his hair while the other wrapped loosely around his cock, moving in unhurried strokes. He was still half-hard, impossibly so, though the urgency had long faded into something sleepy and familiar.

Karina’s voice drifted out, soft and random. “You know… maybe it’s a good thing we don’t get to do this every day.”

A tired smile tugged at her lips.

“My body’s going to think that I’m feeding a baby and start lactating at this point.”

Nick suckled a moment longer before letting her nipple slip free with a quiet, wet pop. His lips brushed the peak as he spoke, voice low and gravelly with sleep. “Well… I’m done putting a baby inside you tonight anyway, so we might as well, right?”

His mouth then found her breast again, humming contentedly against her skin while resting his eyes to sleep. The sound of his suckle filled the space around them as a funny background noise in the already silent room.

Karina shook her head, too worn out to laugh properly, too loving to deny him what he craved for. “You’re insatiable.”

campus was a far trip from home.

three hours by car, longer if you hit traffic. long enough for your stomach to tie itself into knots and your brain to start feeding you worst-case scenarios like a playlist on loop. long enough for karina to cycle through three moods: dismissive, annoyed, and now completely silent.

she hadn't said a word since the second toll booth.

you glanced over at her. she was curled slightly against the window, legs pulled up, arms crossed, sunglasses still on despite the clouds. she looked like she was heading to court, not to meet your mother.

"want music?" you offered, eyes flicking toward the aux cord.

"no."

"podcasts?"

"god, no."

you bit back a smile. "conversation?"

that earned you a slow, lethal look.

you held up a hand.

then you cleared your throat.

it was a mistake. you could feel it even before she turned her head back and fixed her stare on the road ahead of you, but her foot was still bouncing—heel tapping a steady rhythm against the edge of the seat, the same three-count beat over and over again and the tension in her jaw was so tight it looked like her teeth were grinding together.

she didn't say anything, didn't give you a glare, didn't sigh, and didn't roll her eyes.

she just stared at the road, jaw clenched, and tapped her foot.

tap. tap. tap.

you knew her well enough by now to recognize the signs.

karina wasn't someone who panicked out loud. but when her anxiety reared its ugly head, it showed itself in all kinds of quieter ways: she got more fidgety and less talkative, and her body language was always off—she stood farther away, kept her arms close, and sometimes she wouldn't look you in the eye.

right now, her heel was bouncing so hard against your seat it felt like a warning bell.

"i can turn around," you offered lightly.

she didn't blink. "don't tease me like that."

"i'm serious. we can fake a tire blowout. park under a bridge. say we got abducted."

she finally—finally—cracked the tiniest smile.

it was barely there, barely noticeable, and you would have missed it if you didn't know her and you would've missed it if you didn't know her so well. but you did. you knew that twitch in the corner of her mouth wasn't nothing. that it meant something got through.

you softened a little. "they're gonna love you, you know."

she let out a low, unbelieving breath.

"they will," you insisted. "you're—"

"i'm mean," she cut in.

you snorted. "you're not mean."

she turned her head just enough to raise an eyebrow at you over her sunglasses.

"okay," you allowed. "you're, like, medium mean. with a heart of gold. a crunchy exterior. caramel center."

"i hope they hate me."

"you don't."

"i do. it'd make this so much easier."

you didn't say anything. she didn't look at you. her sunglasses had slid down her nose just slightly, and you could see the tiny crease forming between her eyebrows—the one that only showed up when she was thinking too hard.

you pulled one hand off the steering wheel and reached for her knee, giving it a little squeeze. "you don't have to impress anyone."

she was quiet for a second. then she let out a low, humorless laugh.

and said, simply, quietly:

"i want to."

it was a loaded sentence.

and, honestly, you weren't quite sure how to respond.

the karina you knew had never cared about what other people thought. she had no use for them. other people were either useful to her or they weren't—there was no middle ground, and there was no need to try and impress. not classmates. not the girls in her sorority who half-feared and half-worshipped her. definitely not the people she used to flirt with before she was your girlfriend.

and definitely not you—not at first, anyway.

but now?

now she wanted to impress your family.

she wanted to impress your mother, your loud cousins, your overprotective aunties, and your father who never knows when to stop talking.

she wanted to walk into your childhood home and be met with approval. she didn't want to be tolerated, and she didn't want to be judged. she wanted to walk into the room and hear your family whisper compliments about her behind their hands.

and, maybe, more importantly—she wanted to give you a reason to be proud.

you let the silence stretch for a moment.

then you nudged her again, thumb brushing across her knee. "you're kind of a mess right now."

"i'm aware."

"they're not royalty. it's not a coronation."

"they're your family."

"so?"

"so," she said, finally looking at you again, "they made you. and i... i love you, so—"

she paused, jaw tightening again like she regretted how easily it came out.

"so if they don't like me, i'll take it personally," she finished.

you blinked. stared at her for a second too long.

she looked away first.

and just like that, the highway noise got swallowed up by something louder inside your chest.

the same feeling had been building ever since karina answered your phone in the shower.

you'd been rinsing out conditioner, blinking through soap in your eyes, and reaching blindly for the showerhead in karina's shower, the one that had a knob that switched the water from a gentle stream to a powerful spray.

final fantasy vii was paused on her tv because you'd been playing barefoot on the floor until she'd kicked you toward the bathroom with a towel and a pointed, "you actually smell like a puppy." your ego was bruised.

she was sitting cross-legged in the middle of her bed now, methodically folding laundry like she was in a boot camp for the domestically gifted. she had your hoodie in her lap and a pile of unmatched socks beside her, all while your phone sat forgotten on the comforter.

until it lit up.

she glanced over. saw the name:

BIG HOMIE FROM THE TAX BRACKET ABOVE.

and—understandably—assumed it was mason.

"...of course," she muttered. "of course he would call while you're in the shower."

karina stood up from the bed, feet bare against the hardwood, and padded into the bathroom like she owned the place.

(which, let's be honest—she kind of did.)

"big homie is calling you!" she yelled out, slightly rolling her eyes.

she didn't hesitate to answer. swiped before the third ring finished, already opening her mouth to tell mason off, because what the hell kind of contact name is big homie from the tax bracket above anyway?

"don't answer it!" you yelled back. "i'll call him later—just leave it!"

but she was two seconds into the call. "hello?"

"who the hell is this?"

she blinked. paused. one hand on the doorframe, phone to her ear. "...excuse me?"

"you're not y/n."

"no," karina said slowly, narrowing her eyes. "but i'm her girlfriend. who is this?"

three seconds passed.

"i'm her dad."

you pushed the curtain aside, heart thudding. "karina?"

no answer.

"...karina—did you really answer?!"

karina was standing completely still, her hand white-knuckled on the door frame.

"girlfriend?" your dad repeated, voice muffled but confused. "wait—hold on. as in, you're an actual person. a girlfriend. a girl no space friend. like, you're here. on earth."

karina blinked. "...yes?" she replied, mouth twitching because she was trying so hard not to laugh.

there was a pause.

"...you're not paid, are you?"

and that's how your dad found out you had a girlfriend. the rest of the story blurred after that. you'd blacked out from secondhand panic by the time she passed you the phone. and later, your parents texted you about a "small, casual cookout" they were organizing, which was code for a full-blown social event with matching t-shirts and a dessert table.

you hadn't asked her to come... yet. not even after she'd smiled and said, "your dad sounds funny," like it wasn't the most mortifying moment of your entire adult life.

but the text sat in your inbox anyway, taunting you every time you opened your phone: [BIG HOMIE FROM THE TAX BRACKET ABOVE]: Don't forget to rsvp for the cookout 😁 Bring your lady if she's real 😎

which is why, three days later, you were sitting at the edge of the counter in the sorority's house shared kitchen, watching karina rinse strawberries as if your mind wasn't spiraling over a simple question.

her hair was clipped up. she wore one of your crewnecks, sleeves pushed past her elbows, and every now and then she'd hum under her breath, bob her head, or shuffle her feet.

you let out a slow breath. "...rina."

"hmm?"

"i, uh—" you scratched the back of your neck. "my parents are having this dumb cookout thing. very wholesome. lots of potato salad. matching shirts. you know."

she plucked a berry from the colander and took a bite. "mhm."

"i wasn't gonna go," you added quickly. "i usually don't. it's kind of—" you waved vaguely. "a thing."

another strawberry. another bite, which caused you to forget your point. her eyebrow rose.

you cleared your throat.

she smiled.

yeah, you were whipped.

"...you want me to come?" she asked, tilting her head.

your face went warm. "only if you want to."

her expression shifted slightly, a little softer. she reached over and tapped a strawberry against your mouth.

you leaned forward and bit down.

she pulled her hand away and said, casually, almost dismissively, "i'd go if i were invited."

so, yeah.

that's how you ended up here, two hours from home with a tense girlfriend and a heart that wouldn't stop fluttering. and a minute later, you were pulling into the driveway of your childhood home.

"i'm going to throw up," she told you.

"no, you're not."

"i am."

"rina," you said gently, "they're just normal people."

"i'm not worried about them," she snapped. "i'm worried about me. i didn't even bring a gift."

"it's not a dinner party," you snorted. "it's a backyard cookout. you don't need a gift. besides, my family doesn't even like gifts. we're weird. my aunties will think you're crazy for bringing something."

karina was staring at the house. there were a lot of cars surrounding the driveway and lining the curb. you knew your mother had gone a little overboard with the party prep, but you didn't realize she'd invited the entire family tree.

"this is a small get-together?"

"well..." you shrugged. "my mom gets excited."

she let out a shaky breath, but she still followed you up the driveway. still reached for your hand the second you rang the bell.

the door opened before you even knocked.

"there they are!"

a wave of noise hit you like a brick wall. the smell of grilled meat, citronella candles, and some kind of peach-flavored wine cooler clung to the air. there were balloons and streamers everywhere, and as soon as you stepped inside, the noise seemed to swallow you whole.

before you could say a word, someone was pulling you into a hug. "look at you! my baby! i thought you were gonna skip again, i told your mother—oh hellooo, who is this?"

karina froze.

one of your aunts (you couldn't remember which one—gold hoops, big hair, smells like a church) was suddenly holding her shoulders and giving her the same once-over a cop might give a suspect.

"and she's pretty, too, huh?" she said, looking karina up and down. "is this the one who answered your daddy's call? 'cause he said she sounded classy."

you saw karina's soul leave her body.

"she is classy," you said, arm wrapping firmly around her waist. she immediately leaned into you because right now gravity wasn't working unless she had at least three points of contact. "this is karina."

karina gave the most polite, most strained, most pageant-ready smile you'd ever seen. "hi."

more aunties emerged. more hugging. a high-pitched shriek from the back—definitely your cousin jasmine. you heard someone yell, "you brought your girlfriend?!" like it was breaking news. which is fair because she's the first girl you've ever brought home, but the sheer amount of attention made you feel like an exhibit at the zoo.

karina's grip tightened.

"you okay?" you asked under your breath.

she nodded quickly. then lied. "i'm great."

further inside the house was worse. people filled every hallway, couch cushion, and stair step. the kitchen table was covered in tin foil pans. a child ran past you in a superhero cape. someone yelled "catch it" from the bathroom, followed by the sound of a loud thump. a toddler began crying, and someone was blasting music outside on the deck.

and through it all, she clung to your side like a lifeline. fingers in your belt loop, palm at your lower back. she didn't laugh at any jokes. she barely spoke. but her eyes scanned everything, tracking every new relative, cataloging the entire house.

she was trying. you could see it.

and then your mom appeared, holding a stack of paper plates.

"hey, sweetheart—can you help me run these out to the deck? and your dad needs you to check the propane. he swears it's full, but i don't trust that man with anything that requires a tank."

you glanced at karina. her face said, please don't leave me alone. her hand did not move.

but your aunt swooped in with terrifying precision. "i'll take her. come on, baby, you ever had peach cobbler? you're about to."

karina looked betrayed.

"i'll be right outside," you promised. you leaned in. "just relax, okay? they love you already."

she nodded once. still didn't let go until your mom physically pulled you by the wrist. "you can flirt with your little friend later," she muttered.

you shot one last look at karina—being shepherded into the living room like a foreign diplomat. she turned, lips slightly parted like she wanted to say something, but all she managed was a look.

and then you were outside.

the deck was a mess, and it was extremely hot. the grill was roaring, kids were screaming in the bouncy house, and your dad was swearing at a spatula.

"'bout time," he said when he saw you. "tell your mom the propane was full. she owes me twenty bucks."

you helped him flip burgers while trying to keep karina in your peripheral, but the crowd was thick, and your mom was assigning tasks like she was the director of an action movie.

after a few minutes, you finally managed to break free. you headed toward the living room, but karina was nowhere near the couch. you checked the kitchen, the hallway, and the garage, and then you finally saw her in the front yard—with the kids.

karina was seated cross-legged on the grass, surrounded by six of your tiny cousins. one hand deftly weaving through a thick ponytail while her other arm was wrapped around the kid in her lap, who was showing her some animated youtube video at full volume.

"that's not a real dragon," karina muttered.

the kid gasped, scandalized. "yes, it is!"

"it has sunglasses and a fanny pack."

"he goes to the beach," the kid defended.

karina didn't flinch. "dragons can't go to the beach."

then, from behind the bouncy house:

"oh my god. is she doing their hair?" you glanced over and saw your cousin tanya standing next to you, beer in hand, staring in awe. "that's cute," she said, nodding her head. "damn."

you couldn't help but smile.

a different cousin cackled. "you're funny. are you gonna marry our cousin?"

karina blinked. "what?"

"you said you were y/n/n's girlfriend," the one in her lap said, poking her cheek. "that means you're gonna get married."

she cleared her throat. "that's not how it works."

"yes, it is," the first one insisted. "that's what my mom said when she made uncle brian bring his lady friend to thanksgiving."

karina shot them a look. "you have a booger in your nose."

they paused. scowled. "do not."

"you do."

"liar."

karina was still arguing with your cousin about hygiene when you walked over, hands in your pockets. karina didn't look up, but the kid did.

"y/n, look," they said, pointing, "this lady said i have a booger."

"because you do," karina shot back.

you knelt down next to them, brushing your fingers gently over the kid's forehead as you looked them straight in the eye. "okay. let's get to the bottom of this. chin up."

they pouted but obeyed, sniffling exaggeratedly as they tilted their head back. you squinted. "i hate to say it, buddy, but... there might be a booger."

their jaw dropped. "tú también, y/n?!"

you laughed, reaching over to tickle their ribs. the kid let out a shriek of laughter and wiggled out of karina's lap, scurrying back to the bouncy house, the rest of them following.

"traitor!" they shouted, voice carrying over the crowd.

you grinned.

then, a little more quietly, you asked:

"how are you doing?"

karina's face was flushed, and the way she looked up at you with her sunglasses pushed on top of her head, a smile on her face, and hair falling in her eyes was so soft and so gentle and so different from the girl you met two years ago.

you wanted to kiss her.

"i'm doing great," she replied, and she meant it. you helped her up. wiped the grass off her jeans, "you're good with kids."

"i was arguing with them."

you scoffed. wrapped your arm around her shoulders and pulled her close, kissed her temple. "yeah," you muttered against her skin. "i saw, but they like you. jj never showed me anything off his tablet, and you got him to share."

"i don't share my stuff either," she said. "i'm very territorial."

"i know."

she tilted her head. looked at you. "...thank you for bringing me."

you smiled.

"thank you for coming."

then, like clockwork, your aunt's voice rang through the house again. "y/n, i swear if you don't come grab this extra bag of ice—"

you groaned. "they're everywhere."

karina glanced at the kid now fully sprawled across her lap and sighed. "you go. i'll be okay."

you nodded and let go, backing away, one foot after the other, but as you glanced back one last time, you saw it—karina, finally letting herself relax as the kids started to play a game involving chasing each other with bubble guns, one of them dragging her along like she was a prized possession.

after another ten minutes of labor for your family, you finally peeled yourself away from the endless shuffle when things settled just a bit and no one was watching.

quiet footsteps on the porch creaked beneath you as you rounded the corner, scanning for her.

there, on the shaded steps, your eyes caught a softer scene. karina was crouched down beside the porch steps, cradling your baby niece against her chest. the little one's eyes were fluttering shut, her tiny fingers curling around a loose strand of karina's hair.

karina's expression had shifted entirely—gone was the mischievous smirk and playful teasing. instead, she was quiet and gentle, humming a soft, almost imperceptible tune as she rocked the baby lightly back and forth.

you froze for a moment, watching her like you'd stumbled on a secret. it was the kind of tenderness you hadn't expected from her—not the sharp-tongued, quick-witted karina you knew, but something softer, something real.

karina glanced up and caught your gaze, her lips curving into a shy, almost sheepish smile. "she fell asleep on me," she whispered, voice low and warm.

you smiled back. and that was the first time you thought, oh. this is dangerous.

it was dark when the party finally started to wind down.

everyone had gone home, including your aunts and uncles and cousins and nephews. your mom and dad had disappeared too, probably someone's ride, leaving behind a few plastic trays of half-eaten dessert and a cooler full of slowly melting ice.

the guest room was quiet. a quiet you had missed and you'd be robbed of all day. karina was already on the bed, sitting in the middle of it in one of your old high school shirts and a pair of sweatshorts, scrolling through photos she'd been secretly taking on her phone all afternoon.

she looked up as you set a water bottle down on the nightstand. "you left me for, like, an hour," she whispered.

you climbed onto the bed, knees pressing into the mattress. "you braided like six kids' hair in that time."

"yeah. my fingers hurt."

you sat in front of her before tugging your hoodie off. "you didn't have to entertain them that long."

"i didn't," she said, like it was obvious. "they kidnapped me. one of them threatened to cry if i moved."

you laughed, rubbing your hands over your face. "you didn't look like you hated it." and you also held a baby like it was second nature, so now i'm even more whipped than i was before. if that's possible.

karina set her phone down on the nightstand before scooting closer to you.

you dropped your gaze. her fingers were playing with the hem of your shirt now, slipping underneath, cool against your skin. you looked back up at her, watching her carefully.

you kept your mouth shut, but your brain didn't stop. you're perfect. you're like wife material. my family is weird. but they liked you. you're kind. you're funny. i'm in love with you.

you bit your lip.

she smiled.

and said, voice low, eyes dark: "i like it when they call me your girlfriend."

your breath caught.

"...yeah?"

she nodded. leaned in. her mouth hovered a millimeter away from yours.

"i really like it."

her hand slid higher.

it wasn't a surprise when she kissed you, soft and slow and deep. she was smiling against your lips, and you could taste the punch from earlier on her tongue. you kissed her back, hands sliding to her hips, tugging her closer.

she pressed and leaned backwards until she was lying down before pulling you on top of her, legs wrapped around your waist, arms wrapping around your neck.

she hummed.

kissing you again even harder.

then, in the most soothing voice: "been thinking about you all day."

"karina—"

"mm?"

"we're—my parents—"

"are gone," she finished. "they're not coming back until later."

"i know, but i'm trying to be a good houseguest."

she let out a breathless laugh. "and you were so good earlier." she nipped your lower lip, her hands moving to cup your cheeks, thumbs stroking lightly.

then, with a little more force, she murmured, "but right now i need you be a bad houseguest for me. please, puppy?"

your stomach dropped. your pulse throbbed behind your ribs, and all of your good intentions melted.

she moaned into your mouth, pulling you in by the neck, legs hitching up around your waist. you settled between her thighs, one hand bracing yourself on the mattress, the other sliding down her body, gripping her hip. "you're such a bad influence," you breathed.

"mm," she hummed. "whatever."

"karina..." you whispered against her jaw, trailing down, lips brushing along her throat. you sucked gently, just enough to make her moan.

you felt her fingers tighten against the nape of your neck. she tilted her head back, eyes closing, a soft sigh escaping her lips.

"puppy—just, god, go lower." she breathed, tilting her head back, moving your head down towards her chest.

you obeyed instantly, lifting the hem of her shirt just enough to mouth at the soft skin of her chest. she wasn't wearing a bra—of course she wasn't, there was no need to be when she was supposed to be asleep.

your lips parted over her breast, tongue dragging slowly and warmly across her skin before you sucked at her nipple, gently at first, then harder when her breath hitched. you could feel her arching into your touch, could hear the little whimpers she was trying to hold back, and see the way her body shifted restlessly against the mattress.

"fuck," she hissed, nails digging into your scalp. "don't stop."

you didn't. you switched to her other breast, kissing messily across her chest, tongue teasing before your mouth closed around her again, sucking until her back arched and her thighs squeezed around your waist.

"shit—" she gasped, half a sob, her hips rolling up into you without thinking. the friction made you moan, low and broken, against her skin.

you ground down against her, rigid and uncoordinated, so desperate for friction your thighs were trembling. her sleep shorts were thin, your sweats were riding low, and it didn't take much to feel her dampening the front of them.

"feels good, doesn't it?" she whispered, breath catching as your teeth grazed her chest again. "you're such a good girl when you're needy."

you whimpered, forehead pressing to her sternum, hips stuttering.

"i c-can't," you choked. "you're—fuck—you're so perfect..."

her hands cradled your face again, thumbing over your flushed cheeks, pulling you up for another kiss.

you didn't even realize how desperate you'd both gotten until your hands were tugging at her shorts, fumbling at the waistband, desperate to feel more of her skin against yours.

she lifted her hips, helping you slide them down her legs, underwear clinging before slipping off too. her skin was hot, and her thighs were wet and trembling. your hands lingered for a second on her thighs—before she was already pulling at your sweats, impatient.

"please," she mumbled, almost annoyed at how slow you were.

and—god, there was no way to deny her, not when her hands were so insistent, not when she was biting her lip like that, not when her legs were spread and she was looking up at you like this, and not when you were already hard to the point it ached, twitching against your stomach as you finally kicked your sweats and boxers off.

your hands went to her thighs, just to steady yourself, fingers digging into her skin. and, well, if the rest of your good intentions melted before, then they were gone now.

you couldn't wait, couldn't do anything but grind against her, your cock sliding against her, slick and hot and desperate. you pressed forward, breath hitching as every inch of you burned to be inside her.

you wanted to say something smart or smooth, but all that came out was a breathy, "oh—fuck, you feel..."

you trailed off. she just looked up at you, lips parted, eyes wide, but not all that smug like you expected—more desperate than anything else. her hands came up to your waist, guiding you closer, pulling you into place, her knees pressing into your sides.

"come on, baby," she urged, hips rolling up, her wetness smearing against your skin. "hurry—"

and then, finally, finally, you slid inside her. it was like a punch to the gut, all the air leaving your lungs, a choked sound breaking in your throat. your eyes fluttered, vision swimming, hips jerking forward, burying yourself to the hilt.

you pulled back just slightly, watching her face, her body, trying to find the tiniest hint of discomfort, but all you found was a flush creeping down her chest and a whimper that sounded a lot like your name.

"good?" you managed, breathless, a little dizzy.

"yes—mhm, yes, just—move."

you nodded once, swallowed, moving slowly at first, shallow and careful. but she was rolling her hips to meet you, hips rising, hands scrambling up your back like she couldn't get you close enough. her mouth parted with no words, but instead just that shaky breath she always gave when she was overwhelmed and wanted more.

and hell, you were trying. you were trying to stay steady, trying to savor it, but you were so keyed up already, so wound up by everything that had happened today. by her. by the way she felt, by the way she looked, by the way she kept breathing your name, by the way she was squeezing around you every time your hips moved—and it was over for you.

you groaned, low and shaky, and pressed forward again, deeper this time. her legs curled tighter around your waist, and her hands flew up to your shoulders, nails dragging just enough to leave heat.

"yeah?" you whispered, voice rough but sweet as you slowed for a second, just to look at her. her hair was messy, cheeks flushed, lips parted—and her eyes, glassy and fixed on yours like you were the only thing tethering her to the planet.

"you're—" she swallowed hard, arching just slightly into you. "you're so good. you're so good to me."

your stomach dropped.

she knew exactly what she was doing. she knew that made your chest ache in a way you didn't have words for. she knew how much you craved her approval, her affection, and her praise, and she knew how to give it to you.

"please," she murmured, softer this time. "puppy, please, don't stop. i need—"

her voice broke off into a whine when you pulled back again and thrust forward harder, burying yourself to the hilt again with a grunt.

"fuck," she gasped. "love you."

your hand came up without thinking, cradling her face with your right, brushing your thumb along the flushed curve of her cheek. her eyes fluttered shut at your touch, turning into it, her mouth brushing your skin before she took your thumb into her mouth.

the sight made you moan, hips stuttering forward again. "fuck," you breathed.

she sucked at your thumb gently, tongue curling underneath the pad of your thumb, eyes opening again just enough to watch your face, her eyes dark and hungry and completely unraveled.

was she trying to drive you insane on purpose? it was working.

she blinked up at you, innocent, but the corners of her mouth turned up as she took your thumb even further into her mouth and hummed.

"karina—"

your voice cracked on her name as you dragged your thumb out of her mouth with a soft, wet pop, trailing the wetness along the edge of her bottom lip. "you're—fuck, you're so beautiful," you murmured.

she hummed, satisfied. "yeah?"

you were too busy watching where you disappeared into her, too busy thinking stupid, reckless things that soon stumbled out of your mouth. "...yeah," you breathed, barely thinking, barely there. "could do this forever."

your voice was low. wrecked. barely yours.

"just want to—fuck—just wanna keep you like this. wanna come inside." you were rambling now, almost babbling, hands tightening on her hips.

and then—like instinct—you moved.

one hand slid behind her knee and pushed up, folding her without a second thought. her thighs pressed against her chest, folding her in half, pushing her down into the mattress with every thrust.

she let out a choked moan, head thrown back, hair spread out over the pillow.

god—she was so pretty. she was always pretty, but here—in your childhood bed, naked and panting in your wrinkled and half-off shirt, her skin flushed and her mouth falling open—she was something else entirely.

"f—fuck." it ripped out of her.

you could barely think. "just wanna—wanna stay right here," you slurred, breath catching. "wanna come inside."

karina's hands scrambled for something to hold onto—the sheets, her own legs, you—and she was trembling, shaking, clenching around you every time you bottomed out.

she liked the angle. that much was obvious.

her legs were pressed up, knees by her shoulders, and she felt everything. her thoughts were completely incoherent except for one:

so close.

so goddamn close that she could cry, could feel herself starting to shake apart, could feel that tension curling tighter and tighter, her orgasm building higher and higher—

"you better mean it," she breathed.

her hips started to move against yours, impatiently, chasing that feeling, that sweet pressure deep inside her, the heat building in her stomach and making her tremble.

"what?"

"you said you wanna come inside—" she broke off with a moan, nails digging into your arm, "—then you better mean it."

you choked on a curse.

her walls fluttered around you, and it pushed you over the edge. your whole body tensed. you buried yourself as deep as you could, stuttering out a moan, your orgasm ripping through you.

you came hard, so hard your vision went white for a second and your muscles tensed and your hands tightened on her thighs hard enough to bruise. just like that—you were spilling inside her.

you didn't even mean to collapse. it just happened—legs gone, arms jelly, chest heaving against hers as you spilled inside with everything you had left.

karina let out a small, frustrated whimper beneath you.

"i was right there," she panted, grinding her hips up against yours. "you couldn't hold it for five more seconds?"

you managed a weak laugh, collapsing back into the sheets, dazed, chest rising and falling like you'd just run ten miles.

you blinked up at the ceiling. your vision was still fuzzy, your muscles were still trembling, your ears were still ringing—and holy shit, you were so tired. karina followed you, eyes dark and frustrated, thighs already coated with your cum.

before you could even roll over, to try and control your heavy breathing and get your heart rate under control karina was already moving, climbing over your leg and settling her weight against your thigh.

she stared down at you with her lip between her teeth, brow furrowed, and hair sticking to her forehead. her hips were rolling slowly against your thigh, and you could feel her, still hot and slick.

you swallowed hard.

"karina," you managed, voice hoarse, "i—i can't—" she huffed, frustrated, and lifted herself just enough to slide her hand down between her legs.

it made your cock twitch.

she let out a shaky breath, eyes flicking down to your lap, then back up. her hand was still between her legs, fingers moving quickly, hips stuttering and her gaze flicked down to your lap, then back to your face.

"you're still hard," she whispered, almost accusing. her voice was soft, but trembling, full of heat. "look at you..."

you couldn't move. your muscles were jelly, your brain fried. literally felt like you just got out the ring with mike tyson.

she bit her lip. "...baby?" her fingers didn't stop. "can i—please? just a little?"

a pause, then quieter: "i'll ride it real slow, promise."

you didn't answer fast enough, and she took it as a yes anyway.

karina reached between you both, fingers wrapping around your half-hard cock, smearing your release over the length of it. she whimpered at the feel, her thumb pressing to the tip, coaxing what she could from it.

you watched her, mesmerized. you couldn't think, couldn't do anything but let her use you.

she lined you up and sank down slowly, taking her time, every movement dragging out the stretch until she was seated fully on your lap. your body barely responding, caught between overstimulation and the sheer heat of her.

she rolls her hips once. extremely slow for the first few seconds, then she starts to pick up the pace. you gasp and try to sit up, hands flying to her waist to steady her, to slow her down, and the other half to beg her not to move just yet.

she leans forward, her palms against your chest, nails digging in as she grinds down into you. "you still with me?" she whispers, breath catching. "or are you too tired now?"

your hands try to guide her hips, a soft "slow down" leaving your mouth.

but karina doesn't listen.

"you feel so good," she breathes, letting her head fall back. "you like it when I use you like this, don't you?"

"karina—wait, wait—"

"mm-mm," she hums, rolling her hips again. "no waiting. wanna come like this, please, puppy, wanna come on your cock, want you to stay inside me all night—"

you let out a broken moan, trying to hold her still, trying to slow her down, trying to stop yourself from going over the edge again already.

she's unrelenting.

she's riding you like she'll die if she stops. the sound of her moaning and her wetness on your skin is enough to make your brain short-circuit and make you lose any restraint you had left.

"here," she says. "you can—do it how you like—" it's an attempt to give you control, placing your hands back on her hips to help, but instead it makes you whine because she just feels so good and it's been so long since you've felt this good.

your lips are parted—eyes dazed, mouth open, hands shaking. you can barely breathe, your lungs burning; the only sound in your ears is karina, whispering your name in between breathless gasps.

she's still moving. she's still talking, still whispering dirty things between kisses that are more bite than anything else. you know she's close—her walls fluttering around you, her moans getting higher and breathier, her movements getting less graceful.

but you're close, too... but you'd be damned if you finished before her. again.

"trying to keep it in?" she taunts softly. "trying to act good now?"

you can't respond. can't do anything but whimper and hold her tight and try to hold on.

she's persistent. she knows what she wants. and she wants to feel you come inside her again, wants to feel you fill her up even more, wants to come all over your cock, and wants to collapse against your chest and not move for hours.

karina feels it—how close you are again, how your body's trembling like it's pleading for release, overstimulated but so, so hopeless.

"karina—'s too much, fuck—can't—"

"yes, you can," she whispers. "you can, puppy, you can. i know you can, just for me, yeah?"

her voice breaks on the next moan, and she grabs their wrists—pinning your hands above your head, forehead pressed together.

"give it to me, baby," she begs, breath hot and uneven. "just one more. please. fill me up again."

you choke on a sound. you're trying so hard to not, to hold back just a second longer, but her hips roll again and—

"wanna feel you dripping out of me in the morning," she mumbles, barely audible. "wanna still be full when i wake up—"

you arch up hard—shaking, stuttering, teeth clenched so tight it hurts. your second release hits like a wave, full-body and dragging, leaving them gasping, mind white noise and useless.

karina cries at the feeling—utterly undone now too, head thrown back, body twitching on top of you. she doesn't even let them go yet, hands still pinning theirs down, rolling her hips even slower as she rides out her orgasm.

when she finally lets go, her arms are trembling, and you can see the effort it takes for her to not just collapse against your chest. she does anyway—carefully, slowly, trying not to crush you as she lets herself rest against you. her face burrows into the crook of your neck, breathing unsteadily.

"mmph," she slurs, lips brushing your collarbone. "so good. fuck. mine."

your fingers twitch weakly at her hips, but you've gone boneless—completely, blissfully ruined. your throat is hoarse from moaning, your vision is still spotty, and your heart is pounding so hard you can feel it in your ears.

"i love you," you whisper, voice barely above a breath.

she hums again, sleepily this time, her hand sliding up your chest to settle over your heart.

"i know," she murmurs, smiling into your skin. "i love you too. always."

she touches your cheek, brushing damp hair from your forehead. her fingers tremble, but she's smiling.

"so in love with you," she murmurs, eyes fluttering shut. "even when you're useless."

you let out a soft laugh, breathless, still ruined.

"shut up," you mumble, reaching down to smack her ass. she yelps and nips at your jaw, but she doesn't move from her spot on top of you.

your eyes are already closing. you're so tired, so utterly spent, that your head lolls to the side, lips resting on the crown of karina's head. you breathe her in.

she feels so good. you feel so good. you both smell like sweat and sex, and everything is sticky and gross, but you don't care.

you just want to lie here.

Winter had insisted she come, promising it would be "fun," introducing her to Liz, Rei, and Mina. They'd been chatting, a comfortable bubble of familiarity in the chaos, but then, one by one, they'd vanished, pulled into the swirling mass of bodies, leaving Y/N alone.

Then, she saw them. Karina, a vision in a sleek, black dress, her laughter sharp and bright, cutting through the noise like a shard of glass. Her entourage, a pack of equally polished girls, trailed behind her, their eyes glittering with amusement. Y/N shrank back, hoping to become invisible.

"Well, well, well," Karina's voice, laced with a playful malice, echoed through the small space.

"If it isn't Winter's little bookworm. What are you doing hiding over here? Trying to decipher the meaning of life in a beer bottle?"

"Just... enjoying the music," Y/N mumbled, taking a nervous sip of her drink, not because of Karina’s presence, but because of socializing.

"Enjoying the music?" one of Karina's friends, a girl with bright pink hair, chimed in. "Or just trying to figure out how to invite people to your book club org?"

Karina's eyes, dark and knowing, narrowed. She leaned closer, the scent of her expensive perfume filling Y/N's nostrils.

"You know, Y/N," she purred, her voice low and dangerous, "I've always wondered... what's it like to be so... innocent?" She emphasized the word, drawing it out, her eyes flicking to Y/N's outfit, a polo and a pair of pants, and then back to her flushed face.

"Still a virgin?" one of the friends asked, laughing.

Y/N opened her mouth to speak, but the words caught in her throat.

"Seriously," Karina continued, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. "You're always so quiet, so... reserved. It's almost cute." She paused, a cruel smile playing on her lips.

"Almost, but pity you know no one wants to make out with you."

"Leave her alone, Karina," a voice cut through the tension. Winter, her brow furrowed, pushed her way through the crowd. "Y/N's my friend."

"Oh, come on, Winter," Karina scoffed, waving a manicured hand dismissively.

"We're just having a little chat. Aren't we, Y/N?" She turned back to Y/N, her eyes glittering with a predatory amusement.

"Or are you too busy cataloging the literary symbolism of spilled beer to participate in a real conversation?"

Y/N's fingers tightened around the neck of her beer bottle. The urge to shrink away, to disappear, was almost overwhelming. But something in Karina's taunting gaze, the way she seemed to relish Y/N's discomfort, sparked a flicker of defiance.

"A real conversation?" Y/N echoed, her voice surprisingly steady. "Is that what you call it? Because it sounds more like a poorly written character assassination."

A ripple of surprised laughter went through Karina's entourage. Karina's eyes narrowed, the amusement replaced by a flash of something sharper.

"Oh, so the bookworm has claws," she purred, her voice laced with a dangerous undertone. "I'm impressed. Though I suspect they're more like paper cuts."

"Maybe," Y/N replied, meeting Karina's gaze directly, "but paper cuts can be surprisingly painful, especially when you least expect them."

"And what exactly are you implying, Y/N?" Karina challenged, her voice low.

Before Y/N could respond, Winter stepped between them, placing a hand on Y/N's arm. "Karina, just drop it. Y/N's not in the mood for your games."

"Games?" Karina raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "I'm simply trying to understand Y/N's... unique perspective. It's not every day you meet someone who prefers the company of fictional characters to real people." She gestured around the crowded room.

"Especially at a party like this."

"Maybe I prefer the company of characters who don't judge me for what I wear or who I choose to talk to," Y/N said, looking directly at Karina.

"Or who doesn't assume I'm a virgin just because I don't feel the need to broadcast my personal life."

A tense silence fell over the group. Karina's friends exchanged uneasy glances. Winter looked at Y/N with a mixture of surprise and admiration. Karina, however, simply smirked.

"Touché," she said, her voice dripping with a newfound respect. "But don't think this is over, bookworm. The night is still young." She turned to her friends, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Come on, girls. Let's find some real entertainment."

"You didn't?" Winter stared at Y/N, her mouth slightly agape, a mixture of disbelief and awe in her eyes. Y/N simply shook her head, a small, almost sheepish smile playing on her lips. "It's because of the alcohol," Y/N explained, gesturing vaguely with her beer bottle. "It loosened my tongue, I guess."

Winter's eyes widened further. "Loosened your tongue? You practically turned into a verbal ninja! I've never seen you stand up to Karina like that."

She paused, then added, a hint of concern in her voice, "Are you okay? You seem…different."

Y/N shrugged, taking another sip of her beer. "I'm fine. Just…tired of being underestimated, I suppose." She glanced around the room, the swirling mass of bodies and flashing lights suddenly seeming less intimidating.

"And maybe a little tired of being alone in corners."

"Well, you're definitely not alone now," Winter said, giving her a reassuring smile. "And if Karina tries anything else, I'll be right there."

"Thanks," Y/N said, a genuine warmth spreading through her. "But I think I can handle her now." She paused, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Besides, I have some new material for my next book club meeting. 'How to verbally disarm a mean girl with the power of literary references.' "

Winter burst out laughing. "That's perfect! You should totally do that." She paused, then her eyes lit up.

"Hey, you know what? Let's ditch this corner and actually enjoy the party. Liz, Rei, and Mina are probably still out there, somewhere…making out, as Karina so eloquently put it." She made a face, then grabbed Y/N's arm.

"Come on, let's find them. And maybe some better music."

As they navigated through the crowd, Y/N felt a sense of lightness she hadn't experienced in a long time. The alcohol, combined with the adrenaline of her confrontation with Karina, had given her a newfound confidence.

She found herself actually enjoying the energy of the party, the laughter and music no longer feeling like a threat, but rather a vibrant backdrop to her own newfound boldness.

Meanwhile,

"Look who it is," said the pink-haired girl from Karina's group, her eyes fixed on Y/N. "The bookworm's trying to blend in with the cool kids."

Another girl from the group, with dark, heavily lined eyes, snickered. "Yeah, like she even knows how to dance. She probably thinks a 'club mix' is a literary analysis of a social gathering."

Karina, who had been lingering nearby, turned her attention to the scene. A slow, predatory smile spread across her face.

"Well, well, well," she drawled, her voice carrying over the music. "It seems our little bookworm is trying to break out of her shell. How…adorable."

"Karina," the pink-haired girl continued, her voice rising with a hint of urgency. "She totally dissed you back there. In front of everyone. We can’t let her get away with that. She’s a loser.”

The dark-eyed girl added, "Yeah, she thinks she's so clever. We have to teach her a lesson. Show her who's really in charge. We should test if she's really a virgin."

Karina's smile widened, a glint of something dangerous in her eyes. "You're right," she said, her voice low and smooth.

"We can't have our little bookworm thinking she can challenge the queen, can we?" She paused, her gaze locking onto Y/N, who was now laughing and dancing with Winter, a beer in her hand. "Let's give her a little…demonstration."

She turned to her friends. "I have an idea.” 

Karina never expected her plan for Y/N to backfire like this. She couldn't tell if it was good karma or bad.

"You know, Karina, I've been dying to teach you a lesson. You're such a bitch, acting like some kind of angel," Y/N said in a raspy voice, kissing Karina's neck. Her hand slid beneath Karina's dress, sending shivers down her spine.

"Don't tease me," Karina said, but Y/N just laughed, slowly unzipping Karina's dress and effortlessly unclasping her bra strap. Karina gasped as Y/N cupped her breast.

Y/N's touch was both gentle and demanding, her fingers tracing the curve of Karina's breast, sending a jolt of electricity through her body. Karina's breath hitched, a soft moan escaping her lips.

She had always been the one in control, the one who dictated the terms, but now, she found herself at the mercy of Y/N's touch, her carefully constructed facade crumbling.

How? Karina thought, a flicker of confusion mixing with the rising desire.

How does this…this bookworm know exactly what to do?

"You like that, Karina?" Y/N whispered, her voice a low growl against Karina's ear. "Do you like knowing someone else is in charge?"

Karina's eyes fluttered closed, a wave of heat washing over her. She couldn't deny the thrill, the forbidden pleasure of surrendering control. "Yes," she breathed, her voice barely audible.

It shouldn't feel this good, a voice in her head whispered, especially not from her.

Y/N's lips trailed down Karina's neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Her hand moved lower, slipping beneath the waistband of Karina's skirt, her fingers tracing the delicate curve of her hip. Karina gasped, her body arching involuntarily. This isn't possible, Karina's mind raced, she’s too…experienced.

"You're so beautiful, Karina," Y/N murmured, her voice thick with desire. "So powerful. But even queens have their weaknesses, don't they?"

With a swift, practiced movement, Y/N unhooked Karina's skirt, letting it pool at her feet. Karina stood before her, clad only in her lingerie, her body trembling with a mixture of fear and anticipation.

Y/N's eyes raked over her, a predatory gleam in their depths.

Where did she learn this? Karina wondered, her thoughts a whirlwind of confusion and arousal.

This isn’t the awkward, innocent girl I thought she was.

"Now," Y/N whispered, her voice laced with a dangerous promise, "let's see how far you're willing to go." Karina's mind was a chaotic mess.

The girl she’d always dismissed as a quiet, unassuming nerd was now commanding her attention, her body, with a confidence that both terrified and thrilled her. The contrast was jarring, and it made the encounter even more intoxicating.

Karina's breath hitched as Y/N's gaze lingered on her exposed skin. How can she look at me like that? she thought, a strange mix of vulnerability and excitement coursing through her. Y/N's eyes, usually hidden behind a veil of quiet observation, now burned with an intensity that made Karina's knees weak.

"You're so tense," she murmured, her voice a low, soothing hum. "Relax, Karina. Let go."

Y/N leaned in, her lips brushing against Karina's ear. "Tell me, Karina," she whispered, her voice laced with a playful challenge. "Are you still so sure I'm a virgin?"

Karina's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. She wanted to deny it, to reclaim her power, but the words caught in her throat. The evidence was undeniable.

Y/N's touch, her confidence, her knowledge of Karina's body – it all spoke of experience, of a hidden depth that Karina had never suspected.

"I…I don't understand," Karina stammered, her voice barely a whisper. Y/N chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent a shiver down Karina's spine.

"Maybe," she whispered, her lips trailing down Karina's neck, "you're not supposed to."

She nipped gently at Karina's skin, eliciting a soft moan. "Just feel, Karina," she murmured. "Just let go."

 Y/N's lips crashed down on hers, a hungry, demanding kiss that sent a wave of heat through Karina's body. The world outside the room faded away, leaving only the two of them, locked in a dance of desire and discovery. The kiss deepened, Y/N's tongue exploring the depths of Karina's mouth, eliciting a soft moan.

Karina's hands, initially hesitant, now gripped Y/N's shoulders, pulling her closer, desperate for more. The taste of Y/N, the feel of her skin against hers, the raw, undeniable power radiating from her – it was all so overwhelming, so intoxicating.

"You taste so good, Karina," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. She moved lower, her lips tracing the curve of Karina's breast, her tongue swirling around the sensitive peak. Karina's body trembled, her hands gripping the sheets, her nails digging into the soft fabric. A wave of pleasure washed over her, so intense it almost brought tears to her eyes. 

"Please, Y/N," Karina pleaded, her voice trembling as Y/N teased her clit with her fingers. Y/N couldn't help but tease Karina, enjoying the sight of the notorious mean girl begging for her touch.

"And what's the magic word, Karina?" Y/N whispered, her voice laced with amusement. Karina's cheeks flushed crimson, a mixture of shame and raw desire warring within her. She had never begged for anything in her life, let alone for pleasure.

But Y/N's touch, the way she expertly teased and tormented her, had stripped away her carefully constructed defenses, leaving her raw and exposed.

"Please," she whispered again, her voice thick with desperation. "Please, Y/N, I need this."

Y/N's lips curled into a playful smirk. "That's better," she murmured, her fingers continuing their tantalizing dance. "But you're still missing something."

Karina's breath hitched, her body trembling with anticipation. "What?" she breathed, her voice barely audible.

"Say my name," Y/N whispered, her voice a low, seductive growl.

"Beg for me, Karina."

A wave of heat washed over Karina, her pride battling with the overwhelming need for release. She had always been the one in control, the one who demanded obedience. But now, she found herself on her knees, begging for the very thing she had always denied herself.

"Y…Y/N," she stammered, her voice trembling. "Please, Y/N, please…I need you."

Y/N's eyes darkened, a predatory gleam in their depths. "Good girl," she murmured, her voice laced with a dark satisfaction.

"Now, let's see how much you really want it."

With a sudden, decisive movement, Y/N increased the pressure, her fingers moving with a practiced rhythm that sent a wave of pleasure crashing over Karina.

Karina cried out, her body arching off the bed, her nails digging into the sheets. The world around her dissolved, leaving only the sensation of Y/N's touch, the raw, unadulterated pleasure that threatened to consume her.

Karina's body shuddered, a series of tremors wracking her frame as she reached the peak of her climax. A strangled cry escaped her lips, a mixture of pleasure and disbelief. She had never experienced anything so intense, so raw, so utterly consuming.

Y/N's fingers continued their rhythmic dance, milking every last drop of pleasure from Karina's trembling body. She watched, her eyes dark and knowing, as Karina's body convulsed, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

As the aftershocks subsided, Karina lay limp, her body still humming with the afterglow of her orgasm. Her mind was a blank slate, her thoughts a jumbled mess of sensation and surprise. She had never imagined that she, the untouchable Karina, could be reduced to such a state of blissful surrender.

Y/N leaned in, her lips brushing against Karina's ear. "Was that good, Karina?" she whispered, her voice a low, seductive murmur.

Karina could only nod, her voice lost somewhere in the haze of her pleasure. She turned her head, her eyes meeting Y/N's. A flicker of something akin to awe crossed her face.

"How…?" she breathed, her voice barely audible.

Y/N chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent a shiver down Karina's spine.

"Let's just say," she murmured, her eyes twinkling with amusement, "I have a few hidden talents."

She paused, her gaze lingering on Karina's flushed face. "And," she added, her voice laced with a playful challenge, "I'm just getting started."

 A strange thought began to form in the back of Karina's mind. This wasn't just a one-time thing, a fleeting moment of weakness.

This…this was something else.

The way Y/N's touch had ignited her body, the way she had surrendered so completely, it was unlike anything she had ever experienced.

A dangerous, thrilling thought crept into her mind:

“unnie?” you groggily asked, sleep still in your eyes as you tried to get up only to be pushed back down on the bed.

that’s when you finally looked down, karina was painfully hard, her precum oozing out of her cock as she guided it up and down your slit, smearing it all over and making you shiver. you tried to move your hips up to slip her cock into you but she put her freehand on your tummy, shaking her head no. you whined in protest and still tried to move your hips, desperate from some sort of friction.

“what did unnie say? don’t move.” her raspy voice was barely above a whisper as she pressed down harder on your tummy, making you immediately halt all attempts to move.

you whined out, “unnie please~” but she quickly put a finger to your lip, shutting you up.

“shh you don’t wanna wake up the girls, do you?” she said in a condescending tone, an arrogant smirk on her face as she watched how your sleepy eyes grow wide as you shook your head no vigorously.

“then be quiet and be patient.” karina says as she slowly pushed her cock into you, filling you up with ease. you let out a small squeak, your jaw slack, leaving your mouth open as you silently moan. it was overwhelming—her cock stretching you out deliciously as she filled you up.

“that’s a good girl—shit,” karina grunted as she began to rock her hips back in forth, creating a slow rhythm as she watched you bite down on your lips to try and keep quiet.

she smirked as she lifted one leg on her shoulder, making you shudder as you eyes rolled back. “pretty girl..you’re doing so good..trying to keep quiet like i told you,” karina muttered as her hips snapped into yours, picking to the pace. your hands gripped her forearms painfully tight as small whiny moans left your lips.

karina hissed as your nails left crescent moon shapes into her forearms. she lifted your other leg to her shoulder, forcing you into a mating press as thrusted harder. your eyes squeezed shut as your moans raised in octaves, the bed frame banging against the wall but neither of you seemed to care.

“unnie, let me cum please,” you whined out, doe eyes glossed over as you squeezed around her dick, trying not to cum without her permission.

“you wanna cum, baby?” she asked and which you nodded quickly. she doesn’t give you another reply but rather, she quickens her pace, heavy balls slapping against your ass. she clamps her hand down on your mouth as you began to moan louder than before. she uses her other hand to squeeze your nose shut, cutting off you oxygen as you looked up at her with tears streaming down your face.

karina grunted as she pounded into you, the sloppy sounds of your pussy filling the room. “gonna fill you up and you’ll take every drop, yeah? gonna keep it inside for the rest of the night.” karina moaned, she hit your g-spot deliberately. your juices are leaking all over your sheets and you couldn’t find yourself to care, too lost in the feeling of being filled up.

your eyes cross and you began to see black dots in your vision, your fucked out brain can’t tell if it’s due to the lack of air or her dick pounding into you with no remorse.

with a low grunt, 4 thick spurts of cum fills your cunt as you came undone around her cock at the same time, your toes clenching down hard as you squeeze her cock tightly. she finally removes her hands from your mouth and nose, allowing you to breathe properly. you took a sharp breath in, panting as you began to calm down.

“you did so good for me pretty.” karina coo’s as she pecked your lips, but she could tell you weren’t all the way there as you blankly stared at your ceiling with half lidded eyes, panting softly.

YOUR APARTMENT FEELS STUPIDLY QUIET. you can hear your heartbeat and every hitch of your breath, and it feels as if everything around you has an echo.

you stare at the photo of you and jimin at that bookstore in atlanta. her hair was much longer then and you were still in your fall semester. she had her hand on your lower back, face tucked into your neck like she couldn’t help herself.

you were smiling. you both were. but now, you’re frowning at your phone like you need to be put into a boxing ring with it.

the shared folder you made months ago tilted “us <3” is full of screenshots, videos, blurry selfies, and multiple pictures of her asleep on your bed like you had all the time in the universe. you wished that you did.

you scroll past a screen recording of a video she sent you last month, voice low and breathy in a hotel bed while whispering that she misses your hands, mouth, and everything in between.

your thighs press together and you let out a groan before you can stop yourself.

“you suck. i hate you.” you mumble to the photo of her mid laugh, head thrown back and shirt half tucked.

obviously, you don’t. you love her. it’s just that it’s been exactly fifty three days since you last saw her in person. i mean, not that you’re counting or anything. not that your phone calendar has pasted heart emojis on all the days she was supposed to visit and didn’t.

soon, she keeps saying.

soon, baby. i’m sorry. i miss you so much.

you bite your lip and scroll all the way back to your one year anniversary. the day she sent you flowers and a long voicemail and said “if i were there, i’d spend the whole day making you smile.”

but you already cried into your pillow. now you’re just sulking. frustrated and overheated. your body keeps buzzing because it knows what time it is, and you’re too stubborn to do anything about it. you wanted her. only her. and she’s—

KNOCK KNOCK.

your heart stops. you sit up and blink.

knock knock knock.

you move without thinking, walking across the room in her shirt and socks, heart climbing up to your esophagus. you check the peephole and see black hair. a turquoise suitcase with shinchan stickers scattered over the material.

no fucking way.

you open the door and jimin is standing there, hair slightly disheveled from the wind. her cheeks are flushed and her eyes are soft when they land on you.

she lifts her hand in a shy little wave. “hey.”

you stare at her like she’s a hallucination.

“i’m dreaming.” you say.

“nope. definitely here.” she smiles and it’s tired and real and so pretty that it makes your chest ache.

“you’re supposed to be at work.”

“yeah. i skipped.”

you stare harder.

she shifts her weight, cheeks turning a deeper shade of red. “can i come in? or are you gonna leave me out here with my very, very heavy suitcase?”

you yank her inside and wrap your arms around her neck without another word.

she catches you like she’s been waiting to. her lips press to your cheek, your jaw, your hair. everywhere. her hands slide under your shirt to find your waist.

you cling harder and breathe her in. “you said soon.”

she laughs breathlessly against your neck. “surprise. i meant now.”

you give her a second to drag in her suitcase and then you’re back on her. but this time, you don’t let go. not even after she closes the door behind you.

she walks you both backwards with her arms around your waist, nose brushing your cheek. her breath is warm when she exhales softly, and then she’s pulling back just enough to look at you.

“your hair is longer.” she says.

you roll your eyes. “took you long enough.”

she grins. “you’re still the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen.”

“you’re tired.”

“not important.”

you exhale and her forehead tips into yours like it’s second nature. it always takes a second for you two to settle when she’s here again, like your body doesn’t believe it until you’re giggling under the pressure of the shower head.

you don’t realize your fingers are still holding the hem of her shirt until she leans back and glances around the space. then her eyebrows lift.

“…it’s so clean in here.”

you raise a brow. “thanks?”

“i’m just saying. you usually have like… three hoodies and snacks somewhere on the coffee table.”

you huff. “i cleaned before i started crying. it was too sad.”

that earns you a laugh. she presses a kiss to your cheek then another to your temple.

“are you eating properly?”

you shrug and she gives you a look.

“yes. kind of. why?” you lie.

“‘cause. everything’s clean. and you’re holding onto me like this.”

your lip trembles. you try to blink it away.

jimin softens immediately.

“did you miss me?”

you bury your face in her chest.

“yeah. missed you so bad i was being mean to your selfies.” you whisper.

she laughs again, wrapping her arms tighter around you.

“come here.” she walks you to the couch, dragging you with her like she’s afraid you might disappear next. then she sinks down and pulls you onto her lap.

you straddle her hips without thinking, arms around her neck again with muscle memory like your brain forgot any other way to exist. she grabs the remote and flips through your streaming apps with one hand, settling on some random movie. it’s something with explosions. you don’t care.

she tucks you closer. you bury your nose in her neck, and for a while, you stay like that.

she leaves soft kisses to your hairline. her fingers trace lazy shapes under your shirt, and her cock hardens slowly against your thigh without even meaning to. your thighs clench without realizing it.

she presses a soft kiss to your jaw.

then another. right under your ear.

then one to the corner of your mouth.

you turn your head just slightly and your lips catch.

and then the kiss that follows is slow, so slow. like she’s trying to remember how your lips taste. you shift, arms tightening around her. her hands slide to your waist, pulling you closer into her lap. her tongue brushes yours and you both sigh into it.

it’s soft. but it’s not innocent.

you break for breath but she doesn’t move far.

“i missed you. i missed you so much.” she murmurs, lips still brushing yours.

you nod with a shaky breath. “kiss me again.”

and she does. her lips move against yours like she forgot how to stop.

the second kiss is hungrier and messier. your noses bump once. your teeth clash softly. but neither of you care.

your fingers slide into her hair, tugging just enough to make her sigh into your mouth. she kisses you like she’s making up for lost time. like every second you spent apart is stored in her body and now that she’s finally here, she’s humming with it. everywhere.

you grind forward without meaning to. just a little. but she feels it. you know because her hands go tight at your waist.

you gasp into her mouth and she swallows it like it’s the first sound she’s ever heard from you.

her hands slip under your shirt, her shirt, dragging along your bare waist, back, and stomach. her thumbs settle right under your chest, but she doesn’t push further. not yet.

she pulls back. barely. her lips are red and her breathing’s uneven. her eyes search yours like they’re asking a question that you already answered.

“baby… did you get this wet just from kissing me?” she murmurs, voice lower now.

your cheeks flush hot. your thighs twitch around her hips as you try to come up with a lie, but then she shifts slightly and presses her thigh between your legs.

the moan that slips from your lips is soft. embarrassing.

her eyes darken immediately.

“oh my god.” she whispers more to herself than to you.

then she leans forward again and kisses you slower this time. her tongue swipes along yours, grip on your waist tightening as you rock forward, grinding down on her leg in short, little motions.

“you’re already soaked.” she says against your mouth. “fuck. how long have you been like this?”

you whimper. “a while.”

she groans before pulling you closer, like that answer flipped something in her chest. you feel her dick twitch under her pants, thick and pulsing between your bodies. your hips move without thought.

you want her. you want her so bad it’s making you dizzy.

“please.” you whisper.

she noses down your jaw, voice shaking slightly. “please what, baby?”

“kiss me. touch me. anything.”

jimin stares at you for a moment too long. like you just gave her permission to completely lose her mind.

then her voice drops. “anything?”

“anything.”

her grip tightens on your waist. “then get on your knees, baby.”

you slide down without hesitation, eyes locked on hers the whole way. you’re already trembling, high off of the sound of her voice and the weight of her stare.

you hook your fingers into her waistband. “can i?”

she leans back, nodding slowly. “yeah. take it off. want you to show me how much you missed it.”

you drag her pants and briefs down her thighs. her cock springs free, thick and flushed and already leaking.

you go still and she smirks. “something wrong, baby?”

you shake your head. “it’s just been a while. and you’re already so hard.”

“yeah. because i walked in and saw you in my shirt with no panties and—” she murmurs, but you cut her off once you moan softly and wrap your hand around her. her cock is warm in your palm, tip sticky with precum.

“fuck.” she breathes, hips flexing just barely. she grabs her base with one hand and taps her tip against your tongue. once. twice. then again, a little harder.

wet sounds echo in the room as her cock slaps your tongue, precum smearing across your lips and chin. you moan for it, eyes fluttering as your jaw goes slack.

“fuck, look at you. tongue out for me like a good little slut.” she groans.

you nod and slowly lick a stripe up her shaft, letting your tongue swirl around the head before leaving a soft and open mouthed kiss. she curses under her breath.

“tease.” she mutters.

you hum and take her in deeper.

the first moan that leaves her is low. you feel it vibrate all the way down to your toes.

“fuck, that’s it. just like that, baby.” she moans, sliding her hand into your hair.

you take more of her in, slow and steady, until your nose brushes the base and she groans.

“shit— missed this mouth so bad. been jerking off for weeks thinking about how wet you get this dick.” she pants, barely holding still.

you hollow your cheeks and suck harder, taking more of her with every pass. your eyes flutter closed and your free hand trails down your own body. you’re soaked. aching, even. you slip two fingers inside yourself and moan around her length.

her head tips back. “oh my god. you’re fingering yourself?”

you whimper in response.

“shit— shit, baby, don’t stop. fuck— yeah, just like that—”

her voice is a mess, slipping between moans and praise and panting curses. her hips jerk every time your throat tightens around her.

you start moving faster, spit dripping down your chin. your fingers speed up in your cunt and you’re whining around her dick, hips grinding against nothing.

“fuck, baby— you love this dick, don’t you?” she groans.

you nod with glazed eyes, cockdrunk and desperate.

“shit, angel— look at me. you’re so fucking pretty like this.” she grips your chin, pulling you up slightly. her cock slides halfway out of your mouth.

you try to take her back in, but she stops you. you whimper in protest.

then she pushes your head back down, slow and steady, and fucks your mouth. soft at first, then rougher, like it’s been too long without you and she can’t control it. you moan around her and her whole body shudders.

“i need to be inside you.” she says suddenly, pulling you off with a wet pop. your lips are swollen, hand still shamelessly buried between your legs. she drags you up into her lap and kisses you hard. she bites your lip she wants her cock back in your mouth but needs it in your cunt more.

“please. fuck me, jimin.” you beg.

she exhales hard through her nose then grabs you under the thighs and lifts you up a bit, pushing you back onto the couch until you’re flat. your legs bend over her lap, shirt riding up your waist.

“begging like that. you don’t even know what you’re asking for.” she breathes, standing up on one knee.

“i do— i want it. want you—” you gasp.

she groans deep in her chest and grabs the base of her length, angling it against your slick entrance but not pushing in. she drags the head up and down your soaked folds, tapping it right against your clit.

you bite your lip. “fuck, jimin..”

“you missed this dick that bad?” she asks, slapping the tip against your cunt again. you nod frantically, fingers digging into her arms.

“please, put it in, i need it so bad—”

“say it louder.” she breathes.

“missed you, baby. need you to fill me up. need to feel you inside me, please—“

she strokes herself once then lines up and presses the tip to your entrance. her eyes stay locked on yours the whole time as she sinks in. all the way.

your jaw drops open on a moan. she fills you so deep and slow it almost hurts. your walls clench tight around her, and her hands go to your waist like she needs to hold you steady or she might lose it.

“shit. you’re fucking soaking.” she moans.

“because i— fuck, jimin— i missed you so much.” you whimper as she bottoms out.

“yeah? this needy over my dick, baby? you’ve been waiting like this?” you nod fast.

“i’ve been— all month. thought about you every night—”

she pulls out halfway then slams back in. you arch, clutching the cushions.

“every night? did you touch yourself thinking about me filling you up?” she pants, pace already picking up.

“yes— fuck, yes—”

“let me hear it, baby. let the whole building hear how good i make you feel.”

you cry out when she starts to fuck you rougher, hips moving in sharp thrusts that punch moans out of your throat. her hands slide under your knees, pushing your legs up and wider. you’re splayed open, dripping around her cock. the wet sound of your cunt is so obscene it makes her curse.

“taking me so good. you’re so fucking pretty— fuck.” she huffs.

your eyes roll back, back arching. “yes— fuck, jimin!”

you’re dizzy with it. the way she’s stretching you, how good the pace feels, and she leans down and kisses you hard even when you can barely breathe.

then she stops.

you whine, panicking, until she grins. her hand slides down your back as she flips you over onto your stomach.

you don’t even have time to react. she grabs your hips and pulls you up to your knees, then she’s sliding back in from behind in one thrust.

you sob into the couch.

“oh my god— baby—!”

“shh. you wanted this. keep your legs open. let me fuck you how you need it.” she moans in your ear.

you nod, drooling on the cushion, thighs shaking.

her thrusts are deep and brutal, length dragging along your g-spot so good you can’t do anything but moan and take it. her hand finds your wrists, yanking them behind your back.

then she firmly grabs both and holds them there with one hand while the other anchors your waist.

she starts fucking you harder. deeper. your body jerks forward with every stroke, but her grip keeps you right where she wants you.

“say it. say whose pussy this is.” she demands. the couch is creaking.

“yours— fuck, jimin— yours, yours—”

“so fucking good for me. god, you’re so sexy.”

you feel her lean over you, chest pressed to your back, length still slamming into you while her mouth brushes your neck.

“want me to fill you up, baby?” she whispers.

“yes, please! need it so bad—“

“yeah? you want me to breed you, huh?” she pants.

your jaw falls open and your legs tremble, unable to keep holding you up. “fuck— fuck!”

you cum like that. hands bound while you’re bent over, crying out her name into the couch cushions as you clench around her. she’s not far behind.

she curses, losing her rhythm before she thrusts deep one last time and stays there. her cock pulses as she cums inside you with a moan so hot you clench and almost cum again.

you both stay there, panting.

she doesn’t let go of your wrists right away or pull out either. she rests her cheek against your back and hums like she finally feels complete again.

then you grind your ass against her hips.

“fuck, baby. you wanna go again?” she mumbles, still buried in your soaked cunt.

“y-yeah.” you hum greedily, turning your head to look at her.

she groans, slapping your ass. “yeah? you want it?”

you grind harder, yelping and nodding quickly as she sits up again. “yeah— fuck me. fuck me ‘til i can’t walk.”

jimin laughs under her breath, almost disbelieving. “you’re insane.” she murmurs, but her voice is low, wrecked with how much she wants you. “my girl’s gone fucking stupid on dick already.”

“mhm.” you hum, dizzy and cockdrunk, eyes fluttering as you push back against her again, needy and desperate. “so fuckin’ dumb for you. please, jimin. please.”

she groans and pulls out, the wet drag making you shudder. then she’s standing, grabbing your jaw, tilting your face back with fingers still trembling from how tight you were.

you don’t know how long it’s been. minutes? maybe hours? time stopped meaning anything after your third orgasm.

but you got exactly what you asked for.

you’re bent over the kitchen counter now, one leg lifted onto the cool marble, cheek pressed to your forearm while jimin rails you from behind like she’s trying to fuck the sanity out of you.

your throat is hoarse from moaning. your cunt is drenched. the marble underneath you is smeared with slick.

“f-fuck— fuck, jimin—” your voice breaks on a sob.

“so fucking tight, baby.” she breathes behind you, voice low and fucked out. “so good— you’re creaming all over me.”

her thrusts don’t let up. her length is dragging against your walls like she’s trying to ruin you, hips slapping into your ass with a rhythm so brutal you can’t keep your moans in. you’re shaking under her, legs rendered completely useless.

“you said— said you wanted this, right?” she pants, one hand digging into your hip, the other sliding up your spine to press between your shoulders and arch your back deeper. “said fuck you til you can’t walk. you meant it?”

you nod frantically, walls clenching around her cock. “yes— yes— i meant it—”

“fucking filthy girl. been thinking about this pussy for weeks. been dreaming about this— fuck— every night.” she groans and you feel her lean over you, chest pressing into your back as she grinds in deep.

you whimper, drool smeared across your arm. “shoulda called me— would’ve let you hear me cum.”

“don’t say that shit or i’ll fucking lose it.” she groans, slamming into you harder.

you cry out, knees buckling.

“shit, baby. you’re making a mess on the counter, dripping down your fucking legs. this pussy missed me that bad?” she mutters like she’s in awe.

“needed you— been needy for you all month, jimin, please—” your voice is wrecked.

“yeah? you needed me to fill you up?” she pants, hand sliding down to your stomach.

you sob, nodding like your life depends on it. “please— fill me again— wanna cum with you inside—”

“fuck. say it again.” her hips stutter like she can’t get enough of hearing you say that.

“fill me up, jimin. please. wanna be full of you. want your cum dripping out of me—”

she moans deep in her chest and grabs your jaw, yanking your head back so she can kiss you sideways. her other hand stays at your hip, steadying you while her cock pounds up into your cunt.

you moan into her mouth and she pulls back with a gasp. “gonna knock you up, baby. shit, you’re shaking.”

“i’m close.” you cry, thighs trembling violently.

“cum on my dick then, baby. make a mess on it.”

and your orgasm hits you. you’re loud, sobbing and shaking. you clench so tight around her she curses, eyes slamming shut as she fucks you through it.

“fuck, fuck— baby— gonna cum— gonna fill this pretty pussy up—“ she pants, hips jerking.

you push back onto her cock desperately. “please, jimin— wanna be leaking all night—”

her eyes roll back and she cums with a broken groan, cock buried to the hilt as she unloads inside of you. her hips grind through the aftershocks like she’s high on the feeling of you.

you both go still, panting and trembling.

then she pulls out slowly, and it’s wet. her cum spills out and her hand strokes over your ass once, then slides back between your legs to spread you open and watch more of it drip.

“fuck. wanna fuck you again just to push it deeper.” she whispers.

you whimper and look back at her. “then do it.”

jimin smirks. “kitchen’s not the only room in this apartment.”

“then fuck me in every single one.”