#kang hyewon

“I’m home!” You cheered upon entering your apartment, sliding your shoes off by the doorway. The place was quiet, like always. But it’s home, it felt like it and that’s all you needed to feel.

The living room lights were already dimmed, just the way Hyewon liked them. A small folded blanket sat neatly on the corner of the couch. The air smelled faintly of vanilla, the scented candle on the coffee table. There was cup beside it, half-filled with water that had gone untouched since you left this morning.

The bedroom door was slightly open, the sound of her phone echoing as she scrolled through those TikTok videos. “Hey,” you called her.

No response. No reaction. Her eyes not even leaving the screen. “I’m home, no ‘welcome home baby’?” You teased her, you always did just to get a reaction from, but she never even flinch. You’re used to her being like this.

“I bought chicken. Mmm, it smells good!” you brought up the box of chicken to show her, teasingly sniffing them. Her eyes finally flicked off that phone, looking at yours. You couldn’t help but scoff, food’s the only thing that could pull her attention.

“Get off that phone and let’s eat baby. Or you want me to finish all these delicious wings myself?” you said, making your way towards the kitchen with a teasing smile.

You set the chicken down on the table, opened the box and grabbed two cans of soda from the fridge. You set down two cups of leftover rice from this morning along with some side dishes on small containers, then slightly pulled the chair for her before taking your own seat.

For a while, you waited for Hyewon to join, but she didn’t. A soft sigh escaped you as you grabbed a chicken from the box. The first bite was good. Crispy, sweet, a little spicy. You chewed slower, giving her time.

After a few minutes, you finally heard the soft shuffles of slippers against the floor. She walked into the kitchen without a word, still clutching her phone, and sat down across from you. “I thought I was gonna finish the whole box by myself,” you said with a soft smile.

She didn’t reply, just picked up a drumette and took a bite. Her eyes never leaving the screen.

“This one’s really good right? The honey garlic one? I made sure to get extra since you love it.”

She nodded, just a small “Mhm” and that’s just it. Still, you watched Hyewon as she ate. She liked it, you could tell the way she leaned back slightly, letting out the tiniest pleased sigh. You’d heard that sound enough times to know what it meant. “You always eat like you didn’t just ignore me the whole day.” you joked gently, wiping your fingers on a napkin.

She looked at you for a half second. Just half, then back to her phone.

“You should talk to me more baby.” You said, quieter this time. Not expecting much. But her only response was reaching for another piece of chicken.

“Oh, tomorrow’s your thing with Yena and Kkura right? What time are you guys going again?”

Again, no response from her. She just kept chewing her food like no one was talking to her. Your head tilted down, but reached to her again. “Just tell me tomorrow when you’re going, I’ll drive you there.”

The rest of the time was quiet, no small talk, just the sound of both of you eating. Then suddenly, she stood up from her seat, washed her hands on the sink before going back to the bedroom. You looked at the box and saw one piece of chicken left and smiled to yourself. “You’re so bad at telling me you love me,” you muttered.

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The bedroom was dim, lit only by the soft glow from the bedside lamp, air smelled of the fresh scent of body wash from your shower. Your girlfriend lay under the cream-colored silk sheets, back turned to you, her hair still slightly damp, spilling onto the soft pillow. The sheets clung softly to her figure, rising and falling with each slow breath.

You snuggled under the sheet, turning to your side facing her. Her breath sounded clearer now, tiny, cute, it made you smile. You shifted closer, your hand finding its way to her waist. She didn’t move, didn’t react.

So you leaned in, pressing your face against her hair, breathing in the lavender scent still faintly there from her shampoo. You gently brushed the strands aside, revealing her shoulder. Then you pressed your lips against her skin. Just one soft kiss, then another. She didn’t pull away.

“You awake?” you whispered, your warm breath brushing her neck. But again, no response but a breath, heavier now just to let you know she’s awake. So you cuddled closer, pressing your hardening bulge against the soft curve of her ass through the fabric of your clothes.

Your hand slid higher, tracing the smooth warmth of her skin under her pajama shirt. Hyewon arched at your touch, hips pushing back into you with the subtlest motion. A small whimper escaped her lips as you cupped her breast, fingers circling the firm nub already hardening beneath your touch.

You pressed your lips on her shoulder again, murmuring her name as your brushed across her stomach, trailing down to the waistband of her pajama shorts. The fabric was soft, but not as soft as the warmth you felt beneath.

Her thighs parted slightly, allowing you to find her heat that’s already damp, already aching. Another small whimper, heavy breaths as you rubbed slow, gentle circles on her folds, letting your fingers ease her open. Her hips moved in rhythm with your touch, slow and steady. But still, she didn’t speak. She never did at moments like this. But you know she loved it.

You felt her body twitch with a gasp as one finger teased her entrance, then slowly pushing in. Then slowly, her body shifted. She turned towards you, not all at once, just enough to face you. Her eyes met yours in the low light, dark and unreadable. She reached out touching your cheek for a moment, then let her hand trail down your chest instead, fingers slipping beneath your waistband as your own continued to tease her from the inside. And then her hand met your length, fingers wrapping around it as she pulled you out of your boxers. You tugged her shorts down to her ankles, then helping herself, kicked them off with ease.

When her legs wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer, you didn’t hesitate either. Your lips pressed to her collarbone, her shoulder, just anywhere she allowed, your body pressing over hers as you slowly pushed inside. She let out a low, breathy moan against your ear, her hands gripping your arms, eyes fluttering shut.

“Fuck Hyewon,” you moaned, moving in a slow rhythm, savoring each second, every sound she made. Her fingers traced your back, body clinging to yours in her quiet and desperate need. But still, she didn’t say much. But you could feel the desires crawling through her, spilling out every movement.

You buried your face in her neck as your pace quickened, feeling her walls clenching around your cock tighter with every thrust. Then there it was, her whimpers deepened into quiet moans. Her pulse racing under your lips as you nibbled her skin. Nails digging the flesh of your back as her legs locked tighter around you. You know damn well she’s close when she starts acting like this.

Her moans grew shakier now, breath hitching with every thrust you make, every grind of your hips against hers. You groaned as her walls pulsed around you. Legs tensed, fingers clutched harder at your back. Her breath caught, then you feel it. You felt her wetness coat your cock, spilling the most precious nectar there is.

Her body arched into yours as she let out a soft cry, muffled against your neck. Her thighs trembled around your waist, walls clenching tight and wet around your cock. You held her close, slowing your rhythm but not stopping, letting her ride out her high. The way she came, intense but quiet, always made your heart race. Always made you fell harder.

It wasn’t long until you felt your own release getting close. Your thrusts sped up, getting deeper, harder. You moaned her name before pushing one deep thrust into her, spilling your hot load. Your body trembled with ecstasy, skin to skin against her as you emptied yourself inside.

For a moment, the room went still. Just your heavy breathing, along with the distant hum of the AC. Warm but sweat-slick of your skins pressed together.

Hyewon gently pushed your chest, just enough to get you off her, then turned her back to you like you didn’t just fuck her. No words, no glance, just the same silence.

You stared at her back for a second, letting out a small breath before inching closer again, wrapping an arm around her waist from behind. She didn’t react, but didn’t pull away either. Your eyes closed, pressing your forehead against her hair before whispering, “Goodnight baby,”.

The only reply was the steady rhythm of her breathing. Yet you held her, like always.

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You were already dressed by the time she stepped out of the bedroom. Light denim shirt and jeans, with your black crossbody bag slung over your shoulder with your wallet and some essentials inside. You made toast just in case Hyewon was hungry. Though she usually just walk past the kitchen without even a glance most mornings.

A smile tugged at your lips when you saw her. She was wearing an almost matching outfit to yours, a similar light denim shirt and a gray sweatpants. Hair loosely tied at the nape of her neck, then she wore a necklace you haven’t seen in a while.

“We kinda matched today. Coincidence? I think not.” You cracked as you walked toward her, gently brushing something off her hair. Not even the smallest reaction, just her eyes glancing sideways, not quite at you, yet not avoiding either. “You hungry? We can eat before we leave.” you said, not insisting her to, but more of just an offer.

Again, no reply. She simply just walked past the kitchen, straight to the door, slipping on her shoes. “Not hungry then.” You said with a soft smile, grabbing your keys and following her.

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“So are you guys gonna watch a movie?” You tried having small talks to her along the ride, asking simple questions just to hear her voice for the day. “Hmm, or are you window shopping?” You still tried even if she doesn’t answer any of your questions. Her eyes still stuck at her phone, texting her friends as if no one’s talking to her right now.

You stopped at the red light, just as your efforts to get her to talk. Now, there was only silence between you two, just the muffled sound of the traffic outside.

With that silence, you heard a small chuckle from beside. You glanced to your side, seeing her cute little smile as she reads her friend’s texts. It was some of the rarest sights from her, or at least for you. Though you already caught her smiling before, but it always felt like a first time whenever you see her do, and it never failed to make you smile too. You didn’t say anything, you didn’t want to ruin this moment for her, so you just let her be.

The mall came into view, and soon enough you pulled up by the curb. Yena and Sakura were already there, waving when they spotted your car.

Before she could move, you unbuckled your seatbelt and stepped out, circled around her side to open the door for her, though she never asks you to, you do it anyways. But before you could even touch the handle, you heard the click of the door opening. She pushed it open herself and stepped out without even looking at you, adjusting her bag on her shoulder. You paused for a second, your hand still half-raised.

“Hyewon!” Yena’s voice rang out, bright and full of energy, pulling her into a hug. Sakura followed close, both girls lighting up the second they saw her. She returned their affection easily, and you just stood there for a moment, watching her transform into someone warmer, lighter. The version of her you never quite got to keep for yourself.

Their eyes flicked to you briefly, and you offered a small smile, a nod. A placeholder for hello. “Just text me later, I’ll drive you home,” you said gently, knowing she’d heard even if she didn’t respond. “Don’t worry, we’ll take care of her for you!” Yena laughed, giving your arm a friendly tap.

They pulled her away, their chatter fading into the crowd. Hyewon didn’t look back. She never did. “I love you, baby! Have fun you guys!” you called out anyway, louder this time, like tossing words into the wind.

You slipped back into the driver’s seat, the faint scent of her perfume still clinging to the fabric. For a second, you just sat there, staring at the mall entrance where she disappeared with her friends. The spot beside you looked emptier than it should. You gripped the wheel, resting your forehead against it for just a moment before pulling away from the curb, on your way to your office.

The drive was quiet. No small talk to fill the gaps, no soft sighs or half-smiles to catch. Just you, the blur of passing cars, and the empty road stretching out ahead. You reached for the radio, flicked it on, then off again almost immediately. Nothing could cover up the quiet she left behind.

Still, you told yourself she’d text later. She always did. Just short things, one-liners, but it was enough to remind you she cared in her own way. Enough to keep you holding on.

The stoplight turned orange before you could even reach the crosswalk. Though you’re not really in a rush, it would’ve been better to clock in earlier at least. Just after a wave of pedestrians crossed, you froze at the sight of these couple crossing the road sweetly. How the girl’s arm wrapped around her man’s. How she seemed so loving of him. How happy they seemed. Your gaze followed the two lovebirds, as they go by the sidewalk.

You love Hyewon a lot, even with all the hurtful things, you just kept holding on. But there’s still something in you that you desired with her. How you got jealous of the random couple crossing the road. You wanted that too. Crossing the street with your girl, with her arms wrapped around yours. It’s a stupid simple thing if you think about it, but it screams a lot more than that. Doing those stupid little, but sweet things like a normal couple would, what you’d do to have that with Hyewon.

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The cafe was loud enough to drown out the world outside, but quiet enough for secrets to slip between mugs of coffee and clinking spoons. Hyewon sat slouched in her chair, stirring at a latte she barely touched, while Yena and Sakura leaned across the table with that look on their faces.

“So…” Yena started, her voice playful but sharp. “How’s lover boy?”

Hyewon didn’t look up from her cup. “He’s fine.”

“Fine?” Sakura raised a brow. “That’s it? You live together, Hyewon. You’ve been with him for… what, almost a year? Don’t you, I don’t know… love him?”

That made Hyewon glance up, eyes steady, a little offended. “Of course I do. A lot.” The words came out flat, but firm.

Yena huffed, unimpressed. “Then maybe tell your face that sometime. Or your mouth. Poor guy tries so hard with you and do… whatever you call that—”. She just sighed at the thought of it, “Why are you even like that to him if you love him? I noticed you barely even looked at him earlier.”

Hyewon’s lips pressed into a thin line, but she didn’t argue.

Sakura softened. “You don’t have to suddenly turn into some cheesy romcom lead, but… he probably needs something more, you know? Little things. A thank you. Holding his hand. Even just saying goodnight.”

Hyewon leaned back, arms crossed, her cheeks heating slightly. “...I mean we do have sex,” her head tilting lower, almost ashamed as she said lightly “…but we’ve never kissed.”

Both friends froze. “What?!” they said in unison. “The fuck you mean you have sex but never kissed? How can you even… I don’t know what to do with you.” Yena exclaimed, frustratingly.

Hyewon shrugged, eyes darting away. “I just… don’t let him. He tries sometimes, but… I don’t know. It feels… too much. Too close.” She twirled the spoon between her fingers, voice quieter now. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t love him.”

Yena groaned, covering her face with both hands. “You’re killing that boy.”

Sakura reached over, patting Hyewon’s arm gently. “Maybe you don’t have to start with kissing. Just… let him feel you care in some way that he can actually notice.”

Hyewon didn’t reply right away. Just stared into her cup, the steam rising like the words she couldn’t quite form. “…He does kiss me when we have sex. Just not on my lips.”

“That’s already a good start. But you have to be more than just… that.” Sakura comforted her.

Yena clicked her tongue, leaning back with her arms crossed. “So he gets everything except the one thing that actually means something. No wonder he looks like a kicked puppy half the time.”

Hyewon shot her a glare, but it lacked its usual bite. “It’s not like that.”

“Then what’s it like?” Yena pressed. “’Cause from out here, it looks like he’s in love with you and you’re just… tolerating him.”

Hyewon’s fingers stilled against her cup. “…I’m not just tolerating him,” she muttered.

Sakura leaned in, softer again. “No one’s saying you don’t care, Hyewon. We know you do. But if you never show it, how is he supposed to believe it?”

Hyewon stayed quiet, chewing on her lip.

Yena sighed dramatically, throwing her hands up. “God, I just… I can’t with you, you’re hopeless. Fine, just baby steps. Next time he tries to hold your hand, don’t shove it in your pocket. Let him. Or maybe, crazy thought, hold his back.”

Sakura smiled at the suggestion. “Yeah. Something small. Something he won’t expect. He’ll probably light up like a kid on Christmas.”

“Just thinking about it makes my heart flutter!” Yena screeched, dramatically smacking Sakura’s arm.

Hyewon looked away, pretending to be focused on the window. Her cheeks betrayed her, pink against the café light, fighting the smile tugging at her lips. “…I’ll think about it.”

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You hummed through the music from the radio along with the raindrops hitting the roof of the car. Your finger tapping the wheel lightly, matching the beat, head turning here and there, waiting for Hyewon to come out. An umbrella already prepared right on your lap as the rain continued falling.

“Oh, there they are.” you got up the moment you caught a glimpse of the three girls coming out of the mall exit. You jogged up to her, flipping the umbrella open over her head. “Let’s go.”

She didn’t say anything, just stepped into your cover. Her hair brushed your cheek as she ducked close, and for a fleeting second, the world shrank to just you, her, and the drum of rain.

Behind you, Yena’s voice pierced the moment. “Hey! You two should practice kissing already, you don’t look like a real couple! Rain’s the perfect mood for it!”

“Yena!” Sakura hissed, smacking her arm, but she was laughing too. You shook your head with a half-smile, guiding Hyewon carefully through the puddles to the car. She slipped inside without a word, but not before you saw the faintest flush on her cheeks.

When you turned back, Yena and Sakura were still lingering under the awning, grinning like conspirators. You jogged back, tilting the umbrella over them. “Come on, I’ll give you a ride too. I heard it’s gonna be pouring for the whole night.”

Yena waved you off, shaking her head. “Oh, my boyfriend’s gonna be here too.” You turned to Sakura, awaiting for her answer. “I’ll be with Yena, I live close by anyway.”

“Well, take care then!” You had just started back toward the car when Sakura called out. “Hey!”

“She loves you,” Sakura said, smiling softly despite the rain misting her hair. Yena nodded beside her, smirk tugging at her lips. “Don’t forget that, okay?”

For a second, you couldn’t breathe. You just gave a small nod, tightening your grip on the umbrella, and headed back to the car where Hyewon waited. The two girls waved as you drive away.

“So… your boyfriend’s really gonna pick you up right?” Sakura asked, unsure with what Yena had said earlier.

Yena giggled, avoiding Sakura’s eyes. “You know he’s still in his business trip right?”

“I knew it.” Sakura let out a sigh, shaking her head.

“He wouldn’t have left us here if I didn’t say that.” she muttered defensively. Sakura crossed her arms, lips pressing thin. “…I guess I’ll just have to agree with that. They really do need to figure themselves out.”

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The ride home was quiet, only the sound of rain sliding across the windshield. Hyewon hadn’t said a word since you left the mall, her phone abandoned in her lap as she stared out the window. You didn’t press it.

Back at the apartment, you reheated some leftover soup and rice, setting the table for two. Hyewon joined eventually, her hair damp from the quick shower she took, wearing one of your oversized shirts.

For a while, the only sounds were the clink of spoons and the steady tick of the kitchen clock.

You cleared your throat. “So… ‘practice kissing’ huh?” you chuckled nervously. “What was that about?”

Hyewon’s spoon froze mid-air. Her eyes flicked up, sharp, then back down to her bowl.

“Come to think of it, we haven’t… actually kissed… right?” You continued, not realizing the shame it puts to Hyewon. “Do you think we should, I don’t know… practice? To make it believable or something? I mean, Yena said we don’t look like—”

“Just, stop. Please.” She cut you off. The first, and might also be the last words you heard from her for today.

You froze, staring at her, then slowly, turned down as you apologized. “S-sorry.” But you’re just as hopeless, trying to light up the mood. “Why would she even say something like that right?”

“I said stop.” She cut sharper this time. She shoved another spoonful into her mouth like it could drown the tension.

Your chest tightened, words fumbling in your throat. “Hyewon, I’m just trying to—”

The spoon clattered against the bowl as she dropped it, eyes finally locking on yours with a glare that burned sharper than you’d ever seen.

“You want to practice kissing to make it believable?” Her voice cracked, but the bite was there. “How about we practice having an argument and you sleeping on the couch?”

Silence. The air between you two turned heavier than the storm outside.

You blinked at her, throat dry. The words hit harder than she intended, you could tell by the slight tremble in her hands, but you didn’t argue back. You only looked down at your food, appetite gone.

Dinner ended there.

Later that night, you carried a pillow and blanket to the couch. The cushions felt colder than usual, even with the weight of your body sinking into them. You lay there staring at the ceiling, listening to the muffled hum of the rain and the faint shuffle of Hyewon moving around in the bedroom.

You closed your eyes, trying not to think about it. But the echo of her words kept replaying in your head, louder than thunder.

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Hyewon sat on the edge of the bed, the sheets untouched, her hair clinging to her neck. The storm outside rattled against the window, but it wasn’t loud enough to drown out the words replaying in her head.

“You want to practice kissing to make it believable? How about we practice having an argument and you sleeping on the couch?”

She pressed her palms against her face, groaning softly. She didn’t mean it. Not like that. It just… slipped out. The moment he brought up kissing, her chest tightened in that familiar way, and her defense shot up before she could stop it. “AHH! Why did I say that?”

Her eyes darted to the door. It was just a few steps away. She could still walk out there, tell him she didn’t mean it, maybe even pull him back into bed. But her body wouldn’t move. Her pride was an anchor, heavy and unrelenting.

Instead, she lay down on her side, pulling the blanket over her head. She curled closer to the pillow, clutching it against her chest, pretending it was him. But no matter how tightly she hugged it, it didn’t feel the same. The bed was too big, too quiet without him there.

After a while, she couldn’t stand it anymore. Hyewon pushed the blanket aside, slipped quietly off the bed, and padded toward the door. She opened it just enough to peer through. There you were, sprawled on the couch, blanket pulled over your shoulders, your face soft in sleep. Her heart squeezed. She stepped closer, leaning over you, her shadow brushing across your face. “…Idiot,” she whispered.

She stayed there for a moment longer, just watching, before turning to go back. But then your hand shot out, catching her wrist. Her eyes widened, breath caught in her throat as you slowly blinked awake.

“Idiot huh?” your voice was groggy, rough from sleep, but still managed to let out a chuckle. You sat up a little, still holding her wrist, worry flickering across your face. “I’m sorry… for earlier. I shouldn’t have brought it up. I didn’t mean to make you upset.”

Hyewon blinked at you, stunned. Then her lips twisted into the smallest pout, eyes darting away. “Idiot,” she muttered, tugging her wrist but not hard enough to break free. “Why are you apologizing? I’m the one who snapped at you.”

You shook your head, guilt pressing heavier on your chest. “No, really. I keep pushing when you’re not ready. I should’ve known better.”

Her eyes softened, the fight in her melting. With a sigh, she sat down on the edge of the couch beside you. “You are an idiot,” she said again, quieter this time. “But… I’m sorry too.”

For a moment, the only sound was the rain outside, steady and calm, wrapping the two of you in a fragile truce.

The silence stretched between you, but it wasn’t heavy anymore. Just… uncertain. She sat there, close enough that you could feel the warmth of her shoulder brushing yours, her hand still caught in your grasp.

You swallowed hard, heart thundering in your chest. “…Hyewon,” you whispered, turning slightly toward her. “Can I…?” Her eyes met yours, wide and searching. For a second, you thought she might pull away. But then, her lips curved in the faintest, nervous smile. “Please,” she breathed.

Your hand rose slowly, almost shaking, brushing her hair back as you leaned in. The kiss was hesitant at first, fragile, like one wrong move would shatter it. But when her lips pressed back against yours, even just a little, everything inside you unraveled. When you pulled back, breathless, you searched her face. “Are you sure?”

Hyewon nodded quickly, cheeks flushed pink. “I’m sure.”

The second kiss came deeper, steadier, her hands finding their way to your shirt, clutching at the fabric like she was afraid you’d vanish. The world outside faded, the storm, the couch, the weight of the day, until it was only her and the way she finally, finally let herself fall into you.

What began as soft and uncertain grew urgent, her lips tracing yours with a hunger she had never shown before. Your shirt fell away in softer, slower motions than the urgency of your mouths, as if her body wanted everything at once but her heart was still savoring the closeness. Her pajama shirt joined yours on the floor as she clung to you, her legs trembling around your waist, her breath catching against your lips.

She reached down under your boxers, stroking your hardening length. So you kissed her again, deeper, your tongues tangling, her moan vibrating against your mouth as your fingers tugged at the waistband of her shorts, slipping in to knead the two soft flesh underneath. She adjusted herself closer, allowing you to pull her shorts off, just as she pulled you out as well.

“Fuck…” you groaned as Hyewon lowered herself, shoving your cock into her dripping folds.

Your body moved in sync with hers, every roll of your hips drawing out soft gasps and whimpers that she tried to bite back, only for them to spill into the kiss instead. You buried your face against her neck, inhaling the faint lavender that clung to her skin, kissing, sucking gently, feeling her pulse race beneath your lips.

Her hands roamed your back with a desperate edge, sliding down to clutch your hips, pulling you deeper inside her. She met your every movement, hips arching up, her legs locked tighter around you.

Each thrust was slow, deliberate, but her kisses grew feverish, peppered along your jaw, your throat, back to your lips again, as if she was trying to make up for all the times she hadn’t let herself do this. “Fuck…” she whispered, her nails dug into your back. “Don’t stop…”

“Hyewon…” you groaned, the sound torn from your chest as she squeezed around you, the heat of her body swallowing you whole. You pulled back just enough to see her face, flushed, damp with sweat, eyes hazy and glassy with need. She looked at you like she couldn’t get enough, like she’d break if you stopped now.

The couch creaked beneath the rhythm of your bodies, the storm outside still raging but powerless against the storm inside the room. Her back arched suddenly, a cry slipping past her lips as she tightened around you, her release hitting hard, shaking through her whole body. She clung to you like she’d drown without your arms, whimpering your name against your lips.

The sensation pulled you over the edge soon after, your thrusts faltering as you buried yourself deep, spilling inside her with a guttural groan. You stayed there, trembling, forehead pressed to hers, your breaths ragged and mingling in the dark.

Neither of you spoke right away. You only kissed her softer this time, slower, as if sealing the moment in silence. Her fingers tangled weakly in your hair, her chest heaving as she whispered, almost too faint to hear “I love you.”

Those three words you’ve been yearning to hear from her for a long time. For almost a year of your relationship, at last. The answer you’ve been looking for, to hold on much longer, to stay with her. Your heart fluttered like a teenager who just started to fall in love. But you, you fell for Hyewon harder, harder than ever.

“I love you too.” you brushed her cheek, leaning in for a kiss, softer, warmer.

Her lips curved into a tired smile against yours, her eyes heavy but shining in a way you’d never seen before. She let out a shaky breath and buried her face into the crook of your neck, arms still clinging to you as though afraid you might slip away.

You shifted carefully, easing her down against the cushions, pulling the blanket over both of you. The storm outside was finally beginning to fade, leaving only the sound of her heartbeat pressed against your chest.

For once, she didn’t turn away. She stayed tangled in your arms, warm and real, whispering one last time before sleep claimed her.

“…don’t let go.”

And you didn’t. You’ll never.

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Prompt by @kwilquib

“Oh, it’s that café that’s been trending online,” you say, typing the name into your phone.

“Have you been there?” Hyewon asks, leaning back into her seat.

“No. I’ve just been seeing it around lately. Heard it’s nice with a rooftop view.”

“Ah, I see,” she murmurs as you shift the car into drive and pull onto the road, the low hum of the engine settling into the silence. You catch a glance in the rearview mirror, brief and accidental, your eyes meeting before either of you can help it, and just as quickly, both of you look away. The silence lingers a second too long, and as if to break it, she speaks again. “Is this a company SUV?”

“Yes, it is.”

“Does this car have some kind of reinforcement, like bulletproof panels and all that? Or is that just in movies?”

You let out a small chuckle and turn the corner. “We do have some. This one just has reinforced windows and darker tint.”

“Oh, I see.” Hyewon nods, glancing around the car before looking back out the window as buildings pass. “What’s the craziest thing you’ve dealt with as a bodyguard?”

You take a moment to think while she waits. “Probably the number of fights but they’re more like scuffles. They end quickly. After a while, it all starts to feel kind of meaningless.”

She laughs softly, her gaze drifting to your arm resting on the steering wheel. “You’ve got some humor in you.”

It wasn’t really a joke, but you let it pass, a quiet breath of a laugh leaving you anyway. “Thank you.”

“Also… isn’t the weather nice today?”

“It is,” you say, easing off the gas as the light turns red in front of you.

——

At the shop, it isn’t crowded, just a handful of college students hunched over laptops. As you approach the kiosk with Hyewon, she starts ordering quietly while your attention drifts, scanning the room, each table, each face, anyone who might look twice, anyone who might recognize her.

“Is that Hyewon?” the worker at the register whispers to a coworker. You catch it anyway. A few people in line glance over.

“People are starting to notice you, Hyewon,” you whisper to her. “Are you in the mood to greet fans?”

“Of course,” she smiles, swiping through the screen without hesitation.

“May you remind me of the safe words I gave you?” you ask. “Standard procedure.”

“Where’s my manager?” she replies, glancing at you with a teasing smile.

“Okay, just checking.”

For now, at least, people keep their distance, the way they usually do on a slow Tuesday.

“Do you want anything?” she asks, turning to you.

You shake your head. “No, thank you.”

“Are you sure? You should get something. The desserts here look really good.”

“Thanks, but I’m okay.”

She glances at you, a little more insistent this time. “I know you’re working, but at least get something. An Americano or whatever. It’s my treat. I don't want to feel bad."

You hesitate for a second, then give in. “Alright. A small Americano. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” She taps it in and pulls out her card.

Before she can pay, you step in a little closer, just enough to block the view of any clear angle from the cameras around. It’s instinct, automatic. She notices how you did it quietly without a word.

“What a bodyguard,” Hyewon thinks, a small, private smile lingering as the order goes through. The receipt prints with a soft whir, and she tears it off, glancing at the number. “Twenty-six.”

She steps aside to wait, and you fall in just behind her, close enough without crowding. The room settles again, low voices, the clink of cups. Then someone stands. You notice it immediately. A girl approaches, stopping a few feet away, careful, almost hesitant. You take her in without staring, quick and automatic. College student, maybe. Glasses, beige jacket, nothing out of place. No tension in her shoulders, no rush in her steps.

“Hi… can I take a quick picture with you, Hyewon?” she asks.

Hyewon glances back at you, just for a second after you give her a small nod.

The girl smiles and steps closer, the moment passing easily, a phone lifted, a quick picture taken, nothing more.

“Number twenty-six!”

Hyewon thanks the fan before stepping away, heading to the counter to pick up the tray.

“Want me to carry that?” you ask.

“No, it’s okay. I’ve got it.”

“Alright.”

You follow a step behind as she heads up the stairs, your attention split between her and the space ahead. The rooftop door swings open, and the air changes immediately, cooler, easier to breathe. You take a quick look around before she reaches a corner table and sets the tray down. You take the seat beside her without thinking and turn towards the door.

She pauses, then glances at you. “I think you’re supposed to face the other way.”

“I don’t sit with my back to a door.”

“Oh.” It comes out quieter this time from Hyewon. She doesn’t say anything else, just settles into her seat, a small pause lingering as she takes that in. From the outside, you know how it looks. A little out of place or funny, maybe even rigid. On any other day, it might feel unnecessary. But not today.

“Here’s your Americano, Oppa,” she murmurs, hoping what she just called you flew over your head. Which it did, surprisingly, out of everything.

“Thank you,” you say and reach for your coffee from her hand.

“I’m guessing you’re counting how many people are up here.”

“Yeah. Ten people. This place will likely get busy in two hours since people will be on break.”

You’re not even looking at her, your attention is set somewhere past her shoulder, on the door, the edges of the rooftop, anywhere but her. Still, you can feel it, the way her gaze lingers a second too long, studying you without trying to hide it.

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

Turning to her, your eyes meet each other, “No.”

“Liar,” she giggles, covering her mouth, though the curiosity doesn’t leave her expression. She tears off a small piece of her strawberry muffin, bringing it to her lips as she watches you.

You take a sip of your coffee, letting the moment stretch just enough. “What makes you think I’m lying?”

She hums softly, chewing, taking her time before answering. “Hmm… maybe I’ll take that back.” She swallows, brushing a crumb from her thumb. A small smile forms as she tilts her head slightly. “Then what kind of woman are you into?”

You glance away for a brief second, like the answer isn’t something you keep ready. “Someone who knows how to be kind,” you say. “Not nice all the time. Just kind.” You pause, almost reconsidering whether to add more, then do anyway. “But it usually falls apart if she has a pretty smile.”

“Ah,” Hyewon leans in just a touch, her smile widening, not shy anymore but teasingly. “So you’re a sucker for a pretty smile?” She holds it there a second longer than necessary, like she knows exactly what she’s doing, like she wants you to notice.

You hesitate, enough to give it away without hiding any thoughts. “Yeah. You could say that.”

She lets the smile linger for a second, then looks down at her muffin like nothing happened. The moment shifts, quiet but not the same anymore.

“That’s cute,” Hyewon says. You glance at her as she takes another bite, brushing a few crumbs from her lips without thinking. She looks out over the rooftop for a moment, and you let your gaze linger a second too long before looking away, lifting your coffee to your lips. “Do you… usually talk this much?” she asks, turning back to you. “We didn’t talk much earlier. When I was shopping.”

“Your manager isn’t here to keep you company.”

“Then… am I talking too much?” she asks with a shy laugh.

You shake your head. “No. You’re fine.”

“Oppa,” she murmurs.

You catch it a second later, but don’t react much and only think that she’s just getting comfortable with you, “Hmm?”

“Want a taste?” she asks, holding out her muffin.

“No, but thanks for offering.”

“Are you sure? I have an extra fork.”

You shake your head again, lifting your coffee. “I’m sure.”

“Hmm, okay,” Hyewon says, drawing the muffin back towards herself. She takes another bite, slow, like she isn’t in any rush, and when your eyes meet again, she holds it for a second longer than before, a faint smile still there before she finally looks away.

You tell yourself it’s nothing. Just timing. Two people looking in the same direction at the same second. But your body doesn’t buy it. It lingers a second too long, reads into it more than it should. Hyewon doesn’t look away. Her smile stays instead of passing through. You try to shrink it into coincidence, something easy to ignore, but you’re already paying closer attention than you should be. You’ve noticed the signs before, and you’re trying not to let this turn into something you’ll actually act on.

Hyewon’s not smiling at you just because. She’s flirting with you.

——

After the coffee shop, you walk with Hyewon into her apartment building. She presses the elevator button and glances down at the shopping bags in your hands. “I’m surprised you’re not asking why I spent so much today,” she says.

“I don’t bother to,” you reply, a faint smile touching your lips.

The elevator opens and you gesture her in first. She steps inside, close enough for you to catch the faint trace of her perfume as you follow in. She presses her floor and the doors close. The air shifts, quieter and closer. Hyewon looks down and adjusts her grip on her phone while you keep your gaze forward, both of your reflections blurred together in the polished metal doors.

There’s something sitting beneath it. Something neither of you has said out loud. You don’t follow it too far. Still, the thought lingers longer than it should. You notice it anyway. The way she doesn’t quite relax. The way the silence doesn’t feel empty. Her eyes have been saying enough all day.

“Oppa,” she murmurs, softer this time as she looks up at you.

“Yes?”

She hesitates, and you can see it before she speaks. “I know your job is done once I’m inside, but… would you like to stay for a bit?”

You’re thinking as she glances at you, then looks forward before the elevator comes to a complete stop and opens. There’s hesitation in your thoughts, because for whatever reason, everything seemed to align too well.

“I can stay for a bit,” you say with a quiet chuckle.

She steps out when the doors open, and you follow behind. Your thoughts don’t settle between her and yourself, questions you don’t quite let form. Your gaze drifts at her for a second, lower than it should, before you catch it and pull it back up on how her hair sways with each step. Hyewon stops at her door and keys in the code. The lock clicks. She glances at you over her shoulder, a small smile waiting there as the door opens. “Come in.”

You pause for half a second, then step forward.

Neither of you says anything more. You don’t need to.

“Uh, sorry, it’s a bit messy,” she says shyly as you step inside.

“It doesn’t look messy at all,” you assure her while slipping your shoes off beside hers.

“Come sit,” Hyewon murmurs before quickly moving towards the living room, straightening a few things that honestly didn’t need fixing. You follow after her and sit at the end of the couch, quietly taking in the unfamiliar space around you.

“Seems cozy,” you comment.

She turns around at that and suddenly remembers the shopping bags still hanging from your hands. A shy laugh slips out as she brushes her hair back and reaches for them. “Thank you. I’ll put these in my room. Be right back.”

The apartment grows strangely quiet once she disappears into her bedroom. You hear the soft rustle of bags being set down before she comes back out a moment later and sits near you, not too close, but not far either. Your eyes meet for a brief second before both of you look away like it never happened.

“Can I hang my coat somewhere?” you ask, standing as you slip off your trench coat.

“Oh, here.” She gets up quickly and takes it from your hands. “I’ll hang it for you.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” she says softly. Her fingers brush against yours for only a moment before she walks to the closet by the front door. You glance over without meaning to, watching her hang the coat up before she casually pulls her sweater over her head, leaving only the light blue shirt underneath.

The room feels quieter after that. Not uncomfortable. Just aware of what’s happening. Your intuition is already pulling at you. Every glance lingers just enough to say what neither of you wants to say first.

When Hyewon walks back over, she brushes her hair behind her ear again before sitting beside you, closer this time. Not enough to touch, but close enough that you notice the warmth of her beside you. You catch the nervous habit immediately and decide to ease some of it before she disappears too far into her own thoughts.

“Light blue looks good on you, Hyewon,” you say with a gentle smile.

“Oh.” A soft laugh slips out of her as she looks down for a second. “Thanks.” Her eyes drift over you before she adds, quieter this time, “Your shoulders look broader without the coat.”

You let out a faint chuckle, “Is it that noticeable?”

The second the words leave her mouth, she looks like she wants to take them back. Or maybe not take them back, just hide the fact she noticed in the first place. “Uh… a little.”

Hyewon’s blushing, and you took notice. The way she avoids your eyes for a second too long. And somehow that feels more intimate than if she had looked at you directly.

“May I see your hands?” you ask softly, turning towards her.

You already know you’re crossing into something dangerous. Maybe she knows it too, but it hangs there between you anyway, heavy in the silence. Hyewon hesitates for only a second before lifting her legs onto the couch and turning fully towards you. She offers her hands shyly, slowly, like she’s giving away more than she should. You take them gently, your fingers wrapping around her wrists as your thumbs brush against her skin. Her pulse gives itself away almost immediately beneath your touch. Slowly, you guide her hands upward until they rest against your shoulders. Her fingers curl into the fabric of your shirt, hesitant at first, then holding on a little tighter.

She gulps in the quiet space between you. Her cheeks flush a deep rosy red that spreads all the way to her ears no matter how hard she tries to hide it. Hyewon tries to keep herself composed, but she can already feel the butterflies in her stomach fluttering out of control.

Then your eyes meet. Your gaze drops briefly to her pretty lips before returning to her eyes, holding it there. The air begins to feel extremely intimate. You want to take off her clothes, make her vulnerable to the point where you’ll assure her that being in your arms is the only place to be in the moment.

Her pulse is rising, and neither can she take her eyes off of you or even say a word. So you slowly lean in and close your eyes. Your hand makes its way to her thighs, and before a kiss happens, Hyewon closes her eyes too, lips parting softly as she waits for you to close the distance, but you suddenly stop. Just enough for her to feel it. Just enough for the warmth of your breath to linger against her skin without giving her the kiss she was expecting.

“May I?” you whisper softly, stopping just short of her lips as the faint scent of her perfume lingers

There’s no verbal answer. Hyewon answers by leaning in slowly instead with her breath trembling softly against your lips before they finally meet. The kiss is careful at first, almost hesitant, like neither of you fully wants to acknowledge how long this moment has been building. But restraint slips quickly. Her hand tightens against your shoulder as she kisses you deeper, and you feel yourself give in just as easily. The warmth of her pulls you closer. Every quiet breath, every shaky little pause between kisses draws you further into her, until thinking about where the line was supposed to be no longer feels possible.

You gently guide Hyewon back against the couch without breaking the kiss. She follows you willingly, fingers tightening against your shirt before one hand slips higher to cradle the side of your face like she needs something steady to hold onto. Her legs parted on instinct as she feels you getting hard between her. A soft moan leaves her when you finally pull away just enough to let her breathe. Her chest rises unevenly as she looks up at you quietly.

“You’re good at kissing,” you compliment her and take a quick gulp.

“Did you forget? I’m an actress,” Hyewon shyly chuckles and rubs her thumb on your cheeks.

Maybe you did, or maybe, you’re not thinking straight anymore by how quick the kiss turned into something you weren’t ready for.

You want more of her, greedily.

“I think you’re better than me,” she adds on, biting her lower lip. Hyewon reaches in between the two of you and unbuttons your plain, whir flannel from the top, hesitantly stopping halfway to your exposed chest. You can see the hesitation in her eyes as she looks up at you. “Do you have um… a condom?”

“I don’t,” you reply.

Hyewon hesitates, because again, this whole thing was an unplanned mess.

"Do you want to come over to my place?" you ask, giving her the option. In her mind, she doesn't want to, not because she's unsure, but because you've already gotten this far. And you won't give her a second to ask you to run to the nearest pharmacy. "Or I can go grab one quick, if that's okay."

Hyewon smiles at how thoughtful you are. She looks down and starts unbuttoning your flannel, then meets your eyes again. Those damn eyes of hers pull you in deeper the longer you stare. She's not even naked yet, and her gaze alone is enough to drag you into an infinite void. Her fingers slip beneath your collar and slowly pull the shirt off your shoulders. "I'll give you a chance."

“What chance?” you ask.

She presses her lips before speaking. “We can do it without one.”

“Are you sure?”

She lets out a soft chuckle, her palms slowly exploring your chest. Her lips press together as you watch her nervously swallow. "Yeah… I'm okay with it."

You get a good look at her eyes from above, close enough to catch every small shift in them, the sincerity, the dare, the way she's not even trying to hide either.

“Just promise to not cum in me,” she whispers. Her hands are still on your chest, legs almost locking you in. She’s been staring at you like it’s love at first sight. But love isn’t there, it’s lust that brought you two to this couch, in her own home.

Hyewon’s hands slip back under your flannel and press more insistently against your skin. Feeling her growing impatient, you sit up from her, quickly take the shirt off, and drape it over the couch. Before you can settle again, her hands are already reaching for your pants.

“I won’t. Are you taking any prescriptions?” you ask, and she cautiously gets a feel of your length through the fabric of your pants.

She nods, “Yeah.”

That’s all you needed to know. You respect her boundaries.

So you chuckle to just clear the littlest, tense air in the room, “Why are you so shy to unzip my pants?”

She chuckles along, “I don’t know.”

“Do I make you nervous?”

“Yeah, a little,” she admits.

Without a word, you grab her wrist and guide her hand to your zipper. Hyewon understands the assignment as she slowly unzips your pants. You stare at her, admiring such a beauty, yet so hungry from the look in her eyes. Once she lets go, you get off the couch and offer your hand. Hyewon takes it and stands up beside you.

“May I?” you ask, reaching her waist to take off her shirt.

“Yeah,” she whispers shyly.

So you slowly pull her shirt up, your fingers brushing against her warm skin as her torso is gradually revealed. The soft white bra comes into view, hugging her gently before you fully take the shirt off. Her breathing deepens as you toss it on top of yours on the couch.

You take the lead without waiting any longer, hooking your thumbs into the waistband of her pants as Hyewon curiously watches, slowly sliding them down her thighs and letting them drop to the floor. She can feel the subtle romance in the moment, the way your hands move with such gentle care, the focused attention you give her.

But neither of you are mistaken. This isn't love, even if the feelings are close enough to be misunderstood. Looking at each other, you guide her hands to your pants. She pulls them down and lets them drop to the floor. Now only your boxers and her bra and panties remain. You're setting the tone, slow and steady, and Hyewon is falling into it too.

"Hyewon," you whisper, gently taking her hand as you sit back on the couch. You pull her closer, clearly wanting her on top. She spreads her legs and slowly lowering herself onto your lap.

"He's so sweet," she thinks to herself, watching you reach for her nape and pull her face closer to yours, meeting each other's lips with eyes closed. You love how soft her lips are, how you can feel her back arching and her chest pressing into yours. You hold the side of her face, wanting more, taking in the sounds of your lips against each other's. There's desperation in every kiss.

You deepen the kiss, your tongue gently parting her lips as she lets out a soft, needy whimper. Hyewon's breath hitches every time your thumb brushes her cheekbone. She presses even closer, hips slowly grinding against you, shamelessly rubbing her panties along the thick, hard length of your cock straining through your boxers.

Pulling back just enough to breathe, you rest your forehead against hers, eyes still closed, savoring the shared moment. Her lashes flutter open slowly, revealing her gleaming eyes full of emotion and desire. A shy smile tugs at her lips. She can't say anything, only letting out a soft chuckle and grabbing hold of your shoulders. You move your hands lower, onto her back, her hips, the strap of her bra, anywhere to give her body some attention.

You brush your cheek against hers and trail your lips slowly down the elegant line of her neck. Hyewon turns her head to the side with a soft sigh, giving you full access as her pulse flutters wildly beneath your mouth. Your kisses are light at first, then firmer, sucking gently on the sensitive spot just below her ear. She lets out a quiet, breathy moan as one of her hands slides up to your nape and holds you there.

While your lips keep her distracted with slow, teasing kisses on her neck, your hands slide up her back until your fingers find the hook of her bra and gently undo it, letting it hang loose on her shoulders.

Hyewon pulls back from the kiss with a shy smile and slowly slides off your lap, standing between your legs as she takes off her bra, giving you a perfect view of her tits. She bends her knees, hooks her fingers into your boxers, and tugs them steadily down your hips and thighs until your hard cock springs free. After quickly tossing your boxers to the side, she climbs right back onto your lap. Reaching between your bodies, Hyewon gently wraps her hand around your cock, staring down with a smile as it throbs instantly.

You just can't take in how gorgeous she is with that smile, almost damn near naked in front of you.

She pushes her panties aside with one hand and leans forward while guiding the tip of your cock to her slick entrance with the other. After all the teasing, she finally sinks down onto you. A soft tremor passes between the two of you as your cock stretching her folds.

She bites her lower lip, briefly pausing to take a breath. Your cock throbs halfway inside her walls as a soft moan escapes Hyewon's lips. The two of you share a gaze and she grabs hold of your shoulders for balance, slowly sinking down further with a gasp until your cock fully disappears inside her. It's overwhelming her as she stays still, trying to adjust to how big you are and how her pussy is being stretched. With some effort, she slowly begins to grind on you.

"So big," she shyly murmurs, curling into you, letting out soft cries and whimpers, anything that easily slips from her lips.

"I'll be gentle," you whisper as your fingers slip beneath her panties and get a feel of the tenderness of her ass.

This is Hyewon fighting against herself. This was just the start as she gets used to your cock inside her. But you can't take in how tightly her pussy grips you, how slick she was after all that kissing, so dangerous that you'd love to cum inside her if she dared you to.

As she begins grinding harder, you hear the clear and beautiful moans she makes. You lay back against the couch and take deep breaths. She gently places her hands on your chest and continues to grind slowly, back and forth, in circles. You try to catch your breath and tilt your head back, although it feels endlessly impossible when she's this tight.

"Hyewon," you softly moan, blindly grabbing her hands on your chest, holding her there with no intention of letting go.

She can feel your heart beating beneath her palm, resting flat against your chest. It's the most raw and genuine thing as she gazes down at you. Her own chest rises and falls in shallow rhythms, syncing with yours. The window blinds in her living room are down, tilted just enough for thin lines of light to slip through.

She feels strangely exposed and vulnerable in her own home, like anyone outside could see what's going on behind those blinds. But the feeling of you inside her, this rush of warmth and adrenaline, makes Hyewon melt into you, her body trembling softly as she savors the deep, intimate fullness only you can give her.

Everything feels surreal. The way your hands gripped her wrist, desperate, like you never wanted to leave her. She pauses to catch a breath and gently guides your hands up to her tits.

“It feels good just sitting on it,” she embarrassingly confesses and feels you gently squeezing her tits.

“Yeah?” you gasp. “Show me your bedroom.”

“It’s even more messy there,” she giggles, which you can definitely feel it from being inside her.

“We can make it messier,” you tease Hyewon, gently flicking her hard nipples.

“What?” she utters, holding in a laugh and grinds on your cock to keep it as hard as possible inside her.

“Should we try on your dining table?” you murmur, teasing her again, but it’s more like you’re daring Hyewon.

She brushes her hair before deciding to get off of your cock and take off her panties, then giving you her hand. “Let’s go.”

Okay, you didn’t expect that, but you’ll take her hand as she walks you to the dining table.

Before making any decisions near the table, she leans forward and kisses you again, pulling you into a deep, hungry makeout as she reaches down to stroke your cock. You can't say a damn thing, only match her hungry lips, until Hyewon's other hand reaches back for the table and she leans against it, gently pulling you with her. She tiptoes and sits on the edge, never breaking the kiss for even a second, until she glances down and guides the tip of your cock back inside her.

She grips your shoulders tightly as you slowly push into her again. You hold her leg while your other hand braces behind her on the tabletop. Hot breath fans across your neck, a moan spilling from both of you as she takes you deeper than she ever did on the couch. Her eyes lift to meet yours, half-lidded and hazy with pleasure, struggling to stay open. Quiet whimpers escape her with every thrust. The dark strands of her hair cling to her cheeks.

Her walls flutter and squeeze around your cock with every slow, deep thrust. She’s neither telling you to slow down or be rougher, simply lost in the steady rhythm as her body rocks gently against yours. Soft, needy sounds slip from her parted lips with each thrust, her half-lidded eyes staying locked on yours in a hazy, intimate gaze.

“Oppa,” she moans out desperately as her toes curl. You slow the pace and let the two of you catch a breath, eyes still locked in the quiet moment. You reach up and gently brush the strand of hair from her cheek, tucking it behind her ear.

This subtle gesture changes something in her, more than you realize.

Her eyes soften with a new kind of warmth, the raw desire quietly deepening into something more tender. A slow, involuntary flutter runs through her walls, her body reacting before her mind can catch up. Hyewon gulps and you feel her hands find your face, pulling you in as your lips meet again.

You continue thrusting gently back and forth inside her. She pours everything into you: her heart in this fleeting moment, her body, even her sanity, all completely yours. Each roll of her hips meets yours with quiet desperation, tongue sliding against yours while her slick walls cling tightly around your cock as if Hyewon’s suggestion of you pulling out wasn’t the plan anymore.

You guide her back until she's lying flat on the table, your body hovering over hers, close enough to feel every breath she takes as your hips thrust forward, deeper and harder, one thrust after another, each one pulling a sound out of her. A desperate groan spills out, drawn out and helpless for a few seconds she can barely hang onto, until Hyewon grabs hold of your shoulders and gives you a gentle push. In an instant, you slow down, hearing how heavy her breaths have become.

Maybe it was a little too much for her.

You lean back and give her a moment, lifting her legs together to kiss her ankles and calves while slowly driving into her. She cups her own tits, whimpering with her eyes closed.

Hyewon can't bear how good your lips feel brushing against her legs, each kiss sending her heart fluttering. She can feel the depth of your passion in every touch, aching for you to fill her, to let go inside her. Yet she's torn between desire and restraint.

Her whole body suddenly stiffens, every muscle locking up as you keep pushing through. You realize it only now— she's cumming. Her slick walls clamp down around your cock in strong, pulsing waves. A raw, broken cry tears from her throat, half-sob, half-scream, her voice shaking apart. Breathless whimpers spill out uncontrollably as Hyewon arches and spreads her arms back to grip the edges of the table while her body continues to squirm around.

Your cock throbs as you hold yourself together, slowing to a few last deep strokes until she stops cumming and lets out an exhausted breath. You pull out just in time, your cock throbbing in your hand as her legs slowly part, ready to cum all over her.

She looks at you, then down at your cock while her breaths catch. Hyewon's trying to make a decision she hates to go back on. It's tormenting her the more she wants to stick to what was said.

A wave of shyness washes over her, seeing how shamelessly her legs are spread for you. She only met you today, yet it felt like you're someone she's known for years, someone she could trust. The guilt begins to linger, especially when Hyewon felt like she was the reason the two of you ended up here like this. You see her pondering, but you have no clue what's really going on in her head.

“Should I just let him?” she thinks to herself, looking right at you leaning over her, lowering yourself to give her tits a gentle kiss. Her breaths are still freshly heavy after cumming. You knew there was something Hyewon’s embarrassed about. She feels your warm kisses on her body while your cock drags against her crotch.

“Let’s go to your bed,” you murmur, gently grabbing her hand and getting up together. You smile at her after seeing how self conscious she was after cumming. “Take me to your room.”

She gives in completely, her lips curving into a soft, unconscious smile as yours proves impossible to resist. The difference in your hand sizes matters more than it needs to as she doesn't let go. Hyewon leads you toward her room, but just before you reach the door, you catch her wrist and gently press her back against the wall.

Your body follows, pinning Hyewon there with hunger. You kiss her deeply, slowly, savoring the warmth of her mouth as your hands glide over her curves, tracing her waist, and thumb brushing her hips. A quiet sigh escapes Hyewon. She melts into you, sliding her arms around your shoulders, fingers digging into your hair as she pulls you closer.

Hyewon hates herself for this. For letting you flutter her heart so effortlessly. For melting under the raw, undivided passion you pour into her. Most of all, she hates how convincingly you fuck her— like you genuinely want her, like she’s the only thing that matters. She knows this isn’t love. Deep down, she understands that, but you deserve far more than what she asked of you.

The wet tip of your cock brushes against her stomach while you keep her from talking. She’s not impatient or complaining. If anything, a quiet thrill runs through her.

You slide your hands down to the back of her thighs and gently lift her. Hyewon wraps her legs around your waist with a soft, surprised gasp, her arms tightening around your neck as you carry her into the bedroom. You lower Hyewon onto the bed with care and your body follows hers down until she’s cradled beneath you with her hair spilling across the sheets. Your lips trail along her jaw and neck as you settle between her thighs, savoring the warmth of her skin and the way her fingers tremble slightly while threading through your hair in silent surrender.

Hyewon breaks into a light chuckle as she feels your lips trailing down to her tits that left tingling feelings. “You’re so romantic.”

You smile, taking in the compliment. “Can you turn around and lay flat?” you ask, getting up from her to give Hyewon some space as she does what you asked.

A flush of embarrassment warms her cheeks as she presses her lips together, watching you grab one of the pillows and gently slide it beneath her hips. The soft lift arches her back beautifully, raising her ass towards you.

Gently kneeling over Hyewon, you slowly brush your cock between her folds, sending a jolt throughout her body as you insert your cock gently back inside. She feels half your weight pinning down her lower body and lets out a soft moan.

Greed is getting to her. The mental image of you cumming deep inside her makes Hyewon feel as it should be right to. Your cock is throbbing like you’re begging her to just give you the word. From above, you hear her soft moans, seeing her small hands gripping the bedsheets from the corner of your eyes, mouth parting and clenching each time you thrust deeper. Her eyes keep fluttering open and closing shut like taking your length is the only thing she wants.

“Cum in me. Just say it,” she thinks to herself.

The greed is winning as you gasp, stopping deep inside of her, trying to hold back from cumming. You gently lower yourself and kiss her shoulders. Hyewon can feel how hard your cock is throbbing in her, yet you’re trying to go on for another few minutes.

“Cum,” she forcibly whispers. “Just cum in me,” she lets out an exhausted breath.

You heard her, but you don't answer until after kissing the side of her neck, exhaustedly pulling back just to take in the sight of her gorgeous body laid out on the bed, panting. "You sure?"

“I’ll let you,” she utters, feeling how deep you are inside of her as you adjust your knees from sinking further into her bed.

You savor Hyewon for a few more seconds, your cock lodged deep inside her. You love how she feels, warm and slick, yet unforgivingly tight, as you gently rest a hand on her ass. Before you cum, you want to use every last second to touch her, to yearn for her body one final time before cumming. She's smiling, you catch it from the corner of your eye. You know she wants this kind of attention, to be touched, to have someone who wanted the same as her. Hyewon closes her eyes as the comfort of her bed and the weight of you on top cradle her.

You know she's exhausted after all of this, the couch, the dining table, the bedroom, all those kisses. Hyewon doesn't move an inch, savoring the way you fucked her into exhaustion.

Slowly pushing yourself to continue, you gently pull out until only the tip remains, then drive back in as your cock throbs and Hyewon lets out a louder whimper. Then once more, throbbing harder, pulling back out before sinking in slower as a quiet grunt escapes you. She knows by now how long you've been holding back.

"Hyewon," you softly murmur, panting harder as your cock begins to throb violently inside her. You let out a desperate grunt, planting both hands firmly on the bed beside her head. Your legs stiffen, hips pressing hard against her ass as you hold yourself there, unable to pull back even an inch. Your forehead drops to the back of Hyewon’s neck, lips brushing her skin as her name barely makes it out of your mouth a second time while you’re cumming in her. It feels like you're impregnating her with everything you have, and right now that doesn't feel wrong at all.

She shuts her eyes tight from how deep and hard you're cumming inside her. Hyewon lets out a quiet gasp that quickly dissolves into long, erotic moans. Your breath hitches sharply in your throat, turning into a deep groan. Hyewon loves that, the raw, broken, desperate tone of your voice when you're cumming hard inside her. It makes her clench tighter around you as if she's trying to pull even more out of you.

Your hips twitch and jerk uncontrollably, grinding forward instinctively to push your load even deeper. Another low, strained groan escapes you, the kind she craves that’s rough and helpless, completely lost in the pleasure of emptying yourself into her. Until the final pulse fades, you’re left utterly drained and chest heaving above her back. You stay inside Hyewon for a long moment and brush her hair aside, going in for a kiss along her shoulder and the nape of her neck.

“You okay?” you whisper hoarsely, voice still thick with pleasure and affection. She hums weakly in response, eyes still closed, a small, satisfied smile on her lips. You carefully lift your weight off her, just enough for your cock to slip out and get the last few drops of left over cum onto her ass. You stare at her again, from her pretty face, to her shoulders, down her gorgeous back, and to her ass that your cock is in between. “Stay still,” you force yourself to say and get off the bed.

Hyewon sees you quickly leaving the room to get something to wipe off the cum left over on her ass. In those quiet moments alone, her heart flutters even more. A warm feeling spreads through her chest as she lays still, face half-buried in the pillow, body still tingling. The way you immediately went to take care of her without hesitation, without needing to be asked makes her feel cherished. She bites her lip softly, a small, content smile forming as she listens for your returning footsteps.

Returning to the room with a warm, damp paper towel in hand, you climb back onto the bed carefully so you don’t startle her. Hyewon stays lying on her stomach and breathes softly into the pillow.

Gently, almost reverently, you press the warm towel against her skin. You start by wiping the streaks of cum that’s on her ass, cleaning her smooth cheeks with slow strokes. Then you move lower, softly parting her thighs just enough to wipe the cum dripping from her pussy. You take your time by being extra gentle as you clean every trace of your cum from her. Hyewon’s relaxed under your touch, melting deeper into the mattress, clearly enjoying the soft, caring way you’re taking care of her.

“Thank you,” she quietly murmurs to you, then saying it again in her head. Once you finish wiping her off, you quickly clean yourself and throw it in the trash bin beside her dresser before returning into the bed. You turn Hyewon over and get in between her legs, kissing her stomach, up to her tits, and until your lips find hers. It was the cherry on top that she couldn’t ask for.

You’re both overly satisfied. It’s just that you both can’t afford to stop kissing, and maybe, that’s where mistakes could happen if she stays longer in your arms. She grabs onto both your biceps with gentle pressure to feel your flexed muscles holding yourself up.

Hyewon knew your name since the beginning of today, but never has she said it until now as she quietly whispers your name once you trail your lips down to her neck. You fail to even continue kissing and only look at her. Maybe she did moan your name at some point but you didn’t catch it at all.

“Hmm?” you murmur.

“Nothing,” she shyly chuckles, staring at you, getting all shy and presses her lips.

You slowly get up and off the bed as you give out your hand to pull her up without a word. She instantly takes your hand and gets off the bed to stand in front of you.

“Is he going to kiss me again? Can he go a little longer?” she thinks to herself, meeting each other’s eyes again. Even if Hyewon’s exhausted, if that’s what you were going for, she’ll meet your lips with equal need. If you weren’t, then she’ll take it as is.

“I’ll go bring our clothes,” you tell her.

She smiles, “Okay.”

While you walk out the room, she opens her closet to put on a comfortable set of clothes. The sun is still up. It’s almost two in the afternoon as you take out your phone from your pants to check the time and see two missed calls before putting your clothes back on. You felt like time went unexpectedly slow today.

Walking back to Hyewon with her clothes in your hand, the timing was spot on as you both almost bump into each other at the door.

“Sorry,” you both say and chuckle.

“Bathroom?” you quickly ask.

“Yeah,” she shyly whispers.

You turn to the side to give her space to leave the bedroom. “Where can I put your clothes?”

“Oh, just set it on the bed. I’ll take care of it,” she replies as you gesture her to walk out first.

Hyewon steps out as you walk back in her room and she turns around, “Um, do you have to go somewhere after this?”

“I do, but I’m not in a rush.”

“I don’t want you to be late,” she says.

You collect your thoughts, not wanting to say the obvious of staying beside her for a little longer after having sex. You don’t want Hyewon to feel any kind of guilt on herself.

So you chuckle, wanting to tease her as you clear your throat. “You want me to stay, don’t you?”

“Yeah—no, no, I- I just don’t want to waste your time,” she embarrassingly chuckles after the slight panic.

The hard truth is, you should leave and not stay longer than you should. You know this.

Because she did make your heart flutter the moment you two look at each other again. Her eyes meet yours with such soft vulnerability and warmth that it hits you straight in the chest. They’re glossy, sparkling with leftover pleasure and something deeper, maybe even a little shyness now after having sex. A faint, tired smile curves her lips as she gazes up at you once more.

“It’s um… okay if you need to be somewhere,” she breaks the silence.

You feel like shit, only because those miss calls are somewhat an important matter, but you still want to at least stay for a little longer and keep her company.

So you lean against the door frame and try to take the unsaid hints she’s trying to tell you. “Be honest with me,” you softly smile.

“It’s okay if you have to leave. I’m serious,” she chuckles.

You’re overthinking this, and it was right to do so. She’s letting you go, understanding that you have to be somewhere. But she’d love for you stay for a little longer if there was time.

“Go use the bathroom, I’ll be in the living room waiting,” you say.

She shyly chuckles, holding herself back from a smile that would be definitely embarrassing. “Okay.”

As you walk back to the living room and she’s in the bathroom, you sit on the couch, remembering how it all started here with a kiss, then she undid your shirt and both of you ended up at the dining table the next, until getting into her bed. You can still vividly feel her warm touch and hear the way she moans quietly in your arms. The look in her eyes were desperate enough that you wanted to be the man she decides to not hide anything to.

The moment Hyewon walks out, she can tell there’s something more intimate in the air as you look right at her walking to you. It’s when she understood that you two could have at least be someone to each other, but she thinks she’ll only do you harm.

“May— can I uh, walk you out my door?” she says, smiling, almost in a sad way.

You stand up and follow her as she walks you to the door and grabs your coat for you.

Life gives you two a few more seconds to linger as you both settle at the door before she opens. Hyewon can only look at you putting on your coat, remembering how warm and gentle you were, the kisses that grew her even more hungry. It almost feels heartbreaking, like a fragile, invisible thread was stretching out until it breaks in half once you step out.

Hyewon opens the door, hesitantly until it opens wide. “Thanks for um… spending time with me.”

You can tell from the look on her face. There’s no regret or anything against you, but the obvious look of, “I wish you could stay a little longer.”

So you give her a smile, “Thanks for having me.”

After you step out her home, the door closes and she stands there for a moment, her hand still resting on the handle. She looks back at the living room, eyes quietly scanning, hoping for something, anything left behind that could be an excuse to open the door again.

There’s nothing left.

The house turns quiet again as Hyewon slowly walks over to the kitchen to fill a cup with water.

"I should have asked if he was hungry," she murmurs to herself, staring at nothing in particular. "Did he even eat before seeing me?"

The thought catches her off guard with how much she means it. She sets the cup down and moves before she can talk herself out of it by back to the door and pulling it open just enough to lean out into the hallway.

You weren’t there.

Down the hall, the elevator doors slide shut. On the other side of them, you lean your back against the wall, hands in your coat pockets, eyes on the floor after pressing lobby. The hum of the elevator fills the silence around you.

Your cheeks turn red as you tilt your head to the side. You feel embarrassed. You also couldn’t handle another second of her staring deep into your eyes. She straightens her back and loosens her grip on your tie. She slides her hands to your hip. Her fingers play around with the loop of your jacket pocket. 

“I’ll see you soon,” She whispers before slightly shoving you back like you’re nothing. Your back hits the locker walls. She waves your wallet in the air. You widen your eyes in shock. She must have snuck her hands while you were distracted. You reach your hands up to snatch it back, but she is quick to pull away. 

“Snacks on me,” She teases. She starts strutting away without warning her boy. He widens his eyes and nervously waves goodbye before rushing to catch up with her. You breathe out a shaky sigh. 

Several hours later, it’s lunchtime. You sit next to Yeri, who is happily nibbling on snacks that she bought with your money. Her boyfriend sits in front, awkwardly picking at his cafeteria food. His eyes flicker to examine the close distance between you and Yeri. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat. He obviously wanted to sit next to his “girlfriend”. Yeri suddenly wraps her arms around your shoulders and tugs you closer. She lays her head onto your shoulders. 

“Did you finish the homework I gave you? I need it for my next class,” She sighs. You grip your fist, digging your nails into your skin. 

“…Yes,” You shortly reply. She tilts her head up happily.  She slides her hands up to pinch your cheeks. You wince at the pressure of her fingers on your skin.

“Good girl,” She beams. You narrow your eyes at her, trying to hide the blush forming on your cheeks. She shoots you a sly smile before returning her head onto your shoulders. Her boyfriend fakes a cough, trying to get her attention. She rolls her eyes and straightens herself to face him. 

“What?” She snaps. He rubs the back of his neck with a shy smile. 

“Wanna do something after school?” He asks. She lets out a deep sigh.  

“Gosh, do you ever listen? I have dinner plans with my family tonight,” She grumbles. Yeri always had problems with her boyfriends. They never listen. All they do is drool and ogle at her visuals.

He widens his eyes before awkwardly laughing. He mumbles a lame apology under his breath. She gives him a short glare of annoyance before turning her body fully to you. You look at her curiously, not knowing her next move. She lifts her hands to brush your hair behind your ears. Her eyes examine your features closely. She has always thought how beautiful your eyes are hidden behind those glasses. You feel your breathing shake. You dart your eyes to the side to avoid her again. She slowly blinks. 

“You know my parents invited you, right?”

“T-they did?” You ask in surprise. You didn’t receive a text from her parents. You also don’t remember Yeri ever mentioning it til now. Your thoughts get cut when you feel her cup your cheeks with her hands. 

“Yes. Wear something pretty later,” She smiles. You nervously nod your head. The movement causes your glasses to move down. She giggles at the action. She presses her pointer finger and pushes the glasses up for you. Your cheeks burn bright red. You turn your head to the side, shoving her hands away. 

“Are you shy?” She teases. You shake your head no, but your body tells a different story. She digs her fingers into your waist, causing you to let out a soft yelp. She finds amusement in your reactions. She continues to poke and tease you. Her boyfriend is completely forgotten. 

-

You watch Yeri’s parents place a dish in front of you. You give them a respectful thank you. You sit quietly next to Yeri, who has her hair perfectly volumized and curled. She has a soft pink dress on. Looking extremely innocent and kind. You begin eating the food they have kindly prepared for you, 

“I’m glad you decided to join us for dinner. How is school going?” Yeri’s parents ask you a question. You tilt your head up to look at them respectfully. You place your utensils down and quickly wipe your lips. 

“School is good. I’ve been very focused on my studies,” You reply. They nod their head proudly. 

“We’d like to thank you for helping Yeri with her studies. We’ve noticed a significant increase in her grade,” They compliment. You squeeze your fist underneath the table, your skirt slightly hiking up. They don’t know that you do all her homework and help her cheat on tests. Before you could respond, Yeri jumped in. She wraps her arms around you, pulling you closer.  

“I know, right? She’s so good at teaching me,” She gushes. You lower your head, accepting the fact that she’s good at acting. 

“Since you’re already so good at your studies, have you looked for a boyfriend?” They ask with a soft smile. It wasn’t unusual for them to ask since they’ve known you since you were a baby. They basically helped raise you. 

Yeri turns her head to the side to look at your reaction. Your face slightly scrunches. You feel something stir in your stomach unpleasantly. As you’re distracted in your thoughts, Yeri lifts her hands to squeeze your cheeks. You widen your eyes, and you feel yourself starting to blush again.

“Because no guy in our school deserves her,” She beams. You tilt your head to the side to give her a small glare. She responds by batting her eyes and leaning even closer. Her parents let out a soft chuckle. They think the interaction is so cute and friendly. 

“How about that one guy… I forgot his name…” They continue. Yeri narrows her eyes and drops her shoulders. She makes eye contact with you and secretly rolls her eyes. She hovers a finger on top of her tongue and fakes a gag. She truly thought no guy was good enough for you. She has experienced most of them! They couldn’t even keep up with her… only you could. If those guys were not able to handle her, how could they be good for you? 

“I'm sure Yeri can give you some tips. Help her experience,” They suggest to Yeri. They've heard about her success with getting boyfriends. You furrow your eyebrows in frustration. Yeri slightly buckles against the seat. Her mind floods with thoughts.

“I don't need help,” You mumble. You feel yourself growing more insecure. It's already hard to see Yeri pull different boys each month. You return your focus to the food, nibbling on it. Yeri continues to stay quiet. The words “help her experiment” kept repeating in her head. A lightbulb forms in her mind.  

“Hey, so… we’re still full from school food earlier. Is it okay if we head to my room?” Yeri breaks the silence. You widen your eyes in confusion. Your meal is barely touched, and you planned on finishing it. 

“Oh, okay. That is fine with us,” Yeri’s parents smile. You were about to argue with Yeri, but she quickly grabs your wrist and tugs you along. 

She drags you into her room, shutting the door behind and locking it. 

“I was still eating,” You grumble. She playfully rolls her eyes and continues to pull you towards the bed. She takes a seat on the bed and pats the mattress. 

“Come sit,” She chirps. You nervously hold the edge of your sleeves while playing with the tip of your toes. You didn’t know why you were so nervous. You’ve been in this room plenty of times. 

“Come on,” Yeri commands, feeling impatient. You quietly begin walking over. You slide your knees onto the bed and sit in front of her. She smiles brightly and places her hands on top of your thighs.

“My parents said to help you experience, right?” 

“Y-yes,” 

“So… what if we start now?” She suggests. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. She inches her fingers higher on your thighs. 

“What?” 

“I want to help you get your firsts,” She explains, her cheeks turning pink. You widen your eyes in shock. You nervously shake your head no. 

“But we’re friends… this is wrong,” You blush. You always thought these types of things should be done with a lover. Yeri gently squeezes the soft plush of your thighs. 

“Friends do this all the time,” Yeri breathes. Your shoulders lower, as your guard begins to drop. 

“Really?” You reply. Yeri chuckles and leans her body closer to you. 

“Yes. How else will you know how to kiss? Wouldn’t you want to kiss your crush correctly?” She smirks. You dryly gulp as her words sink into your mind. It’s true. You’ve never done anything like this before. Yeri is here to teach you. 

“Okay…” You agree. You shyly tilt your head down. The air feels dense and hot. You feel a finger touch your chin. She tilts your head up to look at her. Her eyes are blown out. Dilated. Your shaky hands go to grip the edge of her dress. 

“When you kiss someone, allow them to hold onto your cheeks,” She hums, placing her hand onto your cheeks. She uses her other hand to guide your hands to hold onto her hip. 

“Start slowly leaning in… and once your lip touches theirs, close your eyes and feel,” She blushes, leaning towards your face. You quickly blink as your heart hammers against your chest. Once her soft pink lips touch yours, you squeeze your eyes shut. Your heart skips a beat when you feel her plump lips move against yours. She moves slowly and gently. She slowly pulls away and waits for you to open your eyes. You nervously widen your eyes. 

“Did I lose my first kiss?” You whisper. 

“We’re just friends. It doesn’t count,” Yeri smiles. She begins to lean in again, kissing you deeper. Her hands begin to lower and run against your bare thighs. You gasp and muffle in the kiss. You quickly pull away, cheeks red. 

“Too fast?” Yeri worries. 

“N-no, it’s okay. I am just nervous,” You explain. You wanted this. You wanted to see what you’ve been missing out on. You’ve heard Yeri talk about her experiences all the time. The jealousy had built up over time. You wanted to experience this. You wanted her. You’ve always been secretly envious of the random boys she gets with. Finally, you get to experience her. Of course… as friends. 

“Please continue,” You whimper, gripping onto her hand. Yeri feels her heart skip a beat. She just realizes how much neediness turns her on. She presses her lips back onto yours. She begins to push you back onto her bed. Your thighs split apart, letting her slide between. Your clothed core rubs against her thighs. You whimper. 

“Fuck… you’re so cute,” She moans in between the kisses. You wrap your arms around her shoulders, pulling her closer. She continues to move her lips against yours til she hears you moaning. She then pulls away from the kiss to examine your face. Her smudged pink lipstick was all over your lips. Your ears are red, and your glasses are uneven on your nose bridge. She gently takes your glasses off and places them on her bedside table. 

“Just in case we break it,” She explains. She looks at your face, soaking in the sight of your disarranged state. She peeks down at your panties. She widens her eyes in delight. Your underwear is pink and filled with hearts. She feels her heart explode at how cute you are. You try to close your thighs in embarrassment. 

“Stop staring,” You complain. She softly chuckles and leans down to kiss your cheeks. She lowers her mouth to your ear. She gently kisses and blows against it, making you squeal. 

“At this time… the person will try to get you wet,” She mumbles into your ear as she slides her hands up your skirt. She grinds her hand onto your clothed core. You gasp at the touch. Your stomach tenses and flutters in excitement. 

“Relax yourself and focus on how good it feels,” She whispers as she continues to rub. You shut your eyes to focus. Your hips begin to move along with her hand. 

“There you go,” She praises. She slides your panties to the side and sneaks her fingers in. She drags the tip of her fingers along your slit. She can feel your juice leaking out of your core. She plays with it, making a wet noise. You feel embarrassed at how fast you’ve become wet. 

“You’re already kind of wet… so cute,” She hums into your ear. 

“Next, the person will touch your clit,” She explains before dragging her finger up your clit. The touch makes your hip twitch. You bite your bottom lip. She slowly rubs circles against the small nub. 

“Y-Yeri… that makes me feel funny,” You pant out, gripping the bedsheets. Yeri feels her cheeks turn bright red. Just from this small movement, you’re already so close. You’re so pure… so new to this. It turns her more on. She quickens her pace, but not enough to make you come. 

“Shhh, I got you,” She licks the shell of your ears. You let out a soft moan. She slides her fingers down to collect the silky juices that have leaked out. You’re now extremely wet. 

“Now is the perfect time for that person to go into you,” She pushes one finger into your pussy. Your mouth opens as you gasp. Yeri watches your expression closely. She continues to thrust her single finger in and out of you. She doesn’t shove another finger in, just in case it’s too much for you. She listens to the sweet and cute moans that escape your lips. 

“Good girl. You’re doing so well,” She praises. Her words make your stomach clench. She feels it on her fingers. 

“Can you take more for me?” She asks. You quickly nod your head yes. She licks her lips as she begins to shove another finger into your tight pussy. The stretch makes you moan loudly, causing her to pause her movement. You’ve never felt anything like this before. Her fingers feel painful but so pleasurable. 

“My parents downstairs,” She warns. You slap a hand over your mouth. Your mind was filled with lust, and you completely forgot. 

“Be a good girl and keep quiet,” She says before moving her fingers again. She flicks the tip of her fingers against your walls, making you roll your eyes back. She chuckles and kisses your temple. She continues to thrust, the wet noises becoming louder. She feels your juice coating all the way to her knuckles.

“I feel something in my lower stomach,” You moan.

“This is where you’re going to come for them… come for me,” She purrs. She continues to whisper words of praise into your ears. Her fingers never stop snapping into your core. All of it was too much, and then you finally feel it. Your stomach snaps, and you cry out into your palm. Your body twitches. Your juice leaks down and onto the bedsheet. Yeri keeps her finger in you as she watches you come out of your high. She lets out a breath of awe. You tilt your head to the side. You feel hot everywhere. 

"Ah," she breathes out a small sigh of discomfort. Hyewon pushes at your hand, forcing you to loosen your grip on her waist. "And no," there's a brief pause for a deep gasp, "I'm not that desperate."

Her neck beckons your mouth with each swallow and suppressed groan. You lean forward, lips pursed, and lightly nibble across the column of her throat. "I think it'll suit you." You punctuate the statement with a singular, harder thrust of the hips to drive home your point. "The roleplay," you whisper into her ear.

Hyewon laughs, "You're sick," she spits, "but go on."

"Imagine being that college student all alone at her house. A handsome man," you kiss her cheek in the most delicate way possible, "- me - knocks on your door and introduces himself as a salesman." Your hands are tangled in her hair, nails softly scratching her scalp. "But then something about him, his smile, or lack thereof, seems so familiar..."

"Do I let him in?" she asks. It's posed as an innocent question, even with her fingernails scrawling down the wall you have her pressed against. You take a moment to let the question simmer, slapping your hips against her ass. You're forced to slow down - you almost finished right then.

"No," you manage between heavy breaths, "because you're smarter than that." There's a deep moan that travels through your chest like fire before you say: "You ask what he wants, why he's come. But when he reaches for his briefcase and shows you what he has to offer," you reach around to her stomach to brush past her clit on the way towards her labia. "You see a couple of toys and decide you might want one after all."

Hyewon arches her back against you at that, burying the tip of your cock into her deepest part. "Toys?"

"Yes," you thrust forward, holding her body flush against yours with your hand splayed across her stomach. "Then he invites himself in and you watch as he lays them all out on your living room table."

"I bet you'd like to tell me what he says next."

"Hmm... 'How about a free sample? So you know which one's right for you?' I'd pull out this very-" You lift her leg to get a deeper angle.

"Y-yes... fuck."

"- Large dildo that was just the perfect size for your tight little hole." You snake another hand around to hold her throat, thumb and finger teasing at squeezing her tightly. "And then it would just be us, doing what we do best - in front of the cameras."

"Oh my god, shut up," Hyewon whines, head tilting back to rest on your shoulder. "Keep fucking me." Your thrusts grow heavier as she grinds down on you.

"All your pretty orgasms caught in 4k." Hyewon's entire body twitches under your hold, legs shaking against the wall where they struggle to keep her upright. "People would pay a fortune just to get off on the sound of your voice alone."

"You're insane," she cries.

"I can't wait until someone else sees how beautiful you are."

"What makes you think-" You cut off her words by squeezing harder. Her mouth hangs open, eyebrows furrowing together. She rolls her hips down, and you let go so she collapses back against the wall.

"Think of the money we'd make together."

Hyewon's back arches against you as you feel her walls fluttering around your cock. "Ah," she gasps, trying desperately to match your pace. "Please," she whispers. Hyewon isn't in any place to talk; her breath hitches each time you drive inside her cunt. You push your fingers into her mouth as you continue speaking.

"Picture the comments; thousands, maybe millions, of strangers who'll never touch you but are so desperate that they'll pay to watch. Just one video is all it'll take." You smile into her neck, relishing the feeling of her warm skin against your lips as she trembles through another orgasm. "Just say yes. Say you want it too."

She shakes her head, swallowing thickly. "I don't - Fuck."

Your hand finds purchase in the curve of her hipbone before forcing her down against every snap of your hips. The sounds her pussy makes with each thrust fill the room alongside her whimpers of pleasure. "Come on."

"I'll never be that desperate."

-

The text said to come right over, and to bring wine - you know what that means.

"Again?" you ask.

"Someone else is more suited for the role," she mimics and mocks in an exaggerated impression of some director whose name you soon forget. It's always something; some new, trivial reason. It's no longer enough to tell someone they're not right for the part - they need some special way to reject someone and make them feel bad about themselves. Every little thing wrong with a candidate gets nitpicked to hell and back. Hyewon could act circles around anyone, and she's being passed up for whatever half-assed reason they can come up with.

She deserves better.

Your reassurance would be as hollow as the director's apology. It doesn't matter - the only response it earns is an eye-roll, anyway. "I know what you're going to say," she says. "And you can shove it."

You stand, bringing the glass to your lips. "You have to stop beating yourself up like this." You gesture vaguely at nothing in particular. "You shouldn't even be mad about missing out on such a low-quality project anyway. Seriously," you scoff, "the movie's going straight to DVD if they couldn't see your potential." Her eyes finally roll up from their downward glare. "Plus," you raise an eyebrow, "now you have all this extra free time."

She lifts her nose towards the ceiling. "To work on other projects that I'll get rejected from."

You set down your glass with a laugh. "To find one you're passionate about."

"And when the money dries up?" Her question is sharp and pointed; the implication is unsaid but clear.

You step closer. "The money’s already dried up. But, you know, we can still-"

"No." Her eyes narrow. There's a moment of silence, and then she sighs; her shoulders slump, and her face softens into something more vulnerable. "I bet you don't have this issue, do you? You turn up, do the same generic plot for the hundredth time with the fifteenth pretty woman of the month and move on." She drops onto the sofa with a groan. "Easy."

"I guess you could say I'm an opportunist," you smirk, sliding down next to her. Hyewon shifts away in annoyance before grabbing her wine.

She takes a long, slow drink; staring into nothing. After finishing the entire glass, she slowly licks her lips. Hyewon looks at you through her lashes. "You did it today, didn't you? You always have this look after filming. I can spot it every time." A single manicured finger taps against the stem of her wine glass, the soft clinking noise echoing around you. "Tell me about it."

"What do you want to know?" You inch closer, shifting your body towards hers. "The setting?" The heat of your breath washes against her cheek; a barely-there whisper. She tilts her chin, angling herself toward you.

"Yes."

"A large hotel room," you reply easily. "There's a bouquet of fresh flowers sitting on the nightstand next to a bed with a very neatly done coverlet." Her pupils widen as they scan over your expression.

"With satin sheets?"

You hum, reaching out to brush her hair behind her ear. "Right. And the plot, well; cheating girlfriend seduces bell clerk the night before her wedding - very tasteful stuff. So anyway, I'm helping her with her luggage while wearing my perfectly pressed uniform with the fake nametag - let's say I was called Alex this time." Her lips quirk into the hint of a smile before vanishing again. She reaches for the bottle sitting on the table beside the couch; her glass gets refilled while yours goes unnoticed. "So I'm working, right? But I can't help myself from staring at how pretty this woman is." Your gaze flickers towards Hyewon's mouth. "With these perfect, pouty lips begging to be wrapped around my cock, so naturally, I'm a little distracted from doing my job." Your voice lowers; dropping down to a sultry drawl. Her tongue slides across her lower lip.

"And she's all flirty, I bet? Did she really play it up like most actresses do? Just looking at you all doe-eyed and shit," she laughs, "because there's only so many times a person can take seeing some bimbo flutter their lashes all innocent-like without getting tired of it. I guess you don’t really care for realism."

"So one thing leads to another-" she rolls her eyes "- and next thing you know she's on her knees begging to get railed by 'Alex'," you nod.

Hyewon makes a face of mock-shock; eyebrows raised and her hand flying up to her chest to feign surprise. "How forward!"

"The director wanted to insert some foot stuff, but she didn't like the idea, so we skipped that. You would've liked the lingerie though, real lace number - all white. Very angelic, actually," you muse aloud. "Reminded me of you." She turns her head to the side. Her neck flushes red, the colour creeping upwards until the tips of her ears glow crimson.

"How thoughtful," she says dryly before taking another sip of wine.

"You can imagine the rest. There's sex, more sex, more sex, and then we wrap it up." You wave dismissively at the thought of work. Hyewon nods along silently; nails tap loudly against the glass. Her leg shakes incessantly; you lay your hand high upon her thigh, stilling her movements. Her breathing quickens under your touch.

"Sounds hot," Hyewon rasps. "I'm sure people will love getting off on such a masterpiece of cinema."

"Something's got you pent up," you note, completely ignoring the snipe.

"Got enough left in you to stay the night?" Her eyelids lower in a challenge.

You squeeze her thigh and lean forward to murmur in her ear: "Depends what’s on offer." Your fingers glide higher, stopping just short of touching where you both know she wants it. You trace lazy patterns on her inner thigh instead. She tenses before exhaling sharply through her nose; brows pinch together momentarily, frustration mounting steadily inside.

She shrugs, nonchalant. "Me."

"You're gonna need to be more specific than that."

A sigh escapes her lips; she purses them briefly, annoyed. Then she opens them slightly to speak. "Do you want to fuck me or not?"

The laugh rumbles from deep within your chest before spilling out of your throat without restraint. "Hyewon," your fingers finally drag across her pussy. "Anytime."

-

It's not often you take the time to just walk, but when neither you nor Hyewon have anything to film today, there's no harm in two friends taking a stroll. Of course, she has to wear a hoodie, a hat and glasses just in case some creep, adoring fan, or tabloid freelancer recognises her and starts following her around. If someone had told her before how exhausting fame can become, you doubt she'd listen. How does Hyewon keep herself from being crushed under the pressure?

Maybe that's why she keeps you around.

But she smiles brighter here, walking shoulder to shoulder with you on an empty beachfront street. Nobody ever really smiles in the spotlight. It reminds you of your teenage days: when the two of you were young, naive - stupid.

"So then," Hyewon draws the word out, pausing to inhale deeply before continuing her story. "I saw this old woman, she was trying to pick up this one fruit from the ground. And, I swear I thought I was watching it happen in slow motion because they all topple and there’s oranges everywhere." She chuckles at the memory. Her laughter sounds genuine, unlike her interviews and staged performances. Here it comes easily, bubbling up from within. The sound is soft yet vibrant and musical all at once. "And she looks at me, right? With this total 'Can you believe this shit?' look on her face. I'm losing it - trying so hard not to laugh, but I end up doubling over laughing hysterically anyway. Then I try to help her collect them all. We go back and forth between laughing at each other."

"So now you come down here and visit her regularly?"

"Well, yeah. See, she gave me an orange, so I came back the next day and I paid her for it. But then she gave me more fruits so I had to keep going back," she explains simply. Her shoes click against the sidewalk as she takes each step. "Plus," her lips twist into a faint smile, "I think she's lonely sometimes, you know? Just wants somebody to talk to about life outside the market."

"Ah," you grin, "I didn't know you had such a heart of gold."

Hyewon punches your shoulder with a scowl. "Fuck you."

"Out here by the beach? If you insist."

She rolls her eyes at you. "That wasn't a proposition," she points out flatly.

"But it could be," you offer with a sly smirk. She rolls her eyes harder - so exaggerated it looks painful.

"God, you're insufferable. Wait by the beach, will you? I'm going to go see her quickly," she says as she veers away from you; footsteps light and springy carrying her into a skip. "I'll come find you after."

Your gaze follows her figure until it disappears around a corner.

-

You had to text her directions. You walked off onto the beach and veered off down between the rocks near a quieter, closed-off part of the cove.

Now you watch the water rolling against the sand below, the sun beating down on the sea with waves crashing against the shore. You're shielded from sight by tall stone formations and an overhang above and it gives you just enough shade for comfort.

"Hey," Hyewon calls out, pulling you from your reverie. You glance up to see her striding towards you; long legs closing the distance quickly.

"All good?"

She nods as she sits by your side and slips her arms around yours. Her body is warm against you. "Yeah."

The wind picks up slightly and carries the scent of saltwater with it. A cool breeze brushes past your face and tickles your skin. You shiver involuntarily; goosebumps appear along your forearms where they're exposed to the elements.

"So when do I get to meet her?" you inquire, which makes Hyewon furrow her brow in confusion.

"Why?"

"Just curious if she knows how much of an ass you really are."

"I don't think you'd survive the trip," she jokes dryly. "She'd eat you alive."

You scoff dramatically. "I'm sure I could charm my way out somehow."

Hyewon laughs openly and unreservedly at the comment; bright and loud and sweet. "Trust me, dude. She would chew you up and spit you out faster than anything."

Her fingers trace absent circles along your bicep as she talks idly, rambling about nothing important. Hyewon always speaks easily; rarely hesitates before jumping into a conversation. Sometimes it seems like she loves hearing herself talk, and perhaps she does, but more likely she needs to fill the silence that permeates everything else around her.

She tells you about something funny a mutual friend said recently and something cute her cat did last night and eventually about some rumours going around the industry lately. The whole conversation is a backdrop for what's happening between you.

You study Hyewon carefully. The curve of her jawline where her hair frames her face perfectly; her dark lashes fluttering when she blinks slowly at you; the shape of her lips, curved upwards slightly every time she smiles softly. Her body is relaxed against yours, and she lets her hands wander freely.

"And this one time, my cat seemed obsessed with stealing my socks." She recounts the stories of how he kept bringing them back into her bedroom whenever she left. "He's so cute," she's telling you while slipping down your shorts. "I should probably pay attention to him more. He's been really needy lately..." She trails off, humming thoughtfully.

"Maybe he's bored, or just needs to play more," you suggest with a shrug of one shoulder.

"Bored of what?" she asks curiously, and bringing no attention to how she just placed her palm on your crotch, slowly moving her hand back and forth. She doesn't pause while waiting for a response.

"I mean, he's stuck in the house all day." You clear your throat nervously; eyes fixed firmly ahead, even as she continues to stroke you. "Don't cats need exercise?"

"He's still so lively and playful, though. Always wants to wrestle or run after toys or chase bugs, and he tires himself out." She never once glances down between your legs. "So, do you think it's just pent-up energy?"

Your breath hitches slightly when her palming becomes a grip, and she twists her wrist on the next stroke. "Maybe he just needs a release," you try to say in a level tone, only partially managing to hide the tremor from your voice. She pumps at a steadier pace as she processes this idea for herself.

"Yeah..." Hyewon trails off, seeming unsure. "That makes sense...maybe."

You sit there in the warmth of the late afternoon sunshine, allowing yourself to relax into her touch as she continues to jerk you off lazily. Neither of you makes any effort to address what's occurring beyond it; simply two friends passing the time, talking aimlessly.

"I guess you might be right," she concludes eventually, before slipping her hands into your shorts. "I should definitely buy him a scratching post or something." Hyewon rubs her thumb at the head, spreading pre-cum further before using it to ease her strokes. The new slickness makes the movement glide smoother against sensitive skin. It catches you by surprise, and you gasp quietly at the sensation.

"Seems reasonable," you manage to mutter under your breath; barely audible over the crashing of waves nearby.

"Or maybe I should get a friend for him," Hyewon ponders. A moan slips past your lips as she pumps particularly slowly, making sure to drag her fist tightly along the length. She seems lost in thought and distracted by her musings - her pace picks up speed subconsciously.

"A f-friend?" Your mouth hangs open as another gasp escapes you.

"Yeah, y'know, to give him companionship so he isn't so dependent on me." She purses her lips in contemplation. A sigh comes from you in response, eyelids drooping as pleasure builds low within. Hyewon picks up the change in your demeanour; she slows her pace ever-so-slightly. Your hips twitch impatiently under her deliberate slowness.

"Although," she begins, "maybe he prefers having me to himself. He gets awfully jealous if anyone else gets near me."

"Don't they all?"

She hums. Her gaze sweeps towards you casually, almost disinterested. But her eyes linger far too long, and you know she feels the same pressure coiling tighter and tighter within your core as well. Hyewon studies your expression intently as your breathing turns shallow, and she squeezes her hand gently, pumping faster - twisting just right beneath the crown. Her rhythm remains controlled. A groan escapes your lips as the heat grows in the pit of your stomach and radiates outward. "You close?" Her question breaks the silence. You merely nod, mouth slack-jawed.

A satisfied smirk curves across her lips. Without missing a beat, she leans closer to kiss the side of your neck lightly. Then she murmurs into your ear softly: "Do it for me." Her teeth scrape over your lobe; a gentle reminder of whose hand is on your cock, and why exactly it's there.

And it's that combination - the subtle order paired with her tongue flicking against your earlobe - which sets your body ablaze and causes the tension in your muscles to finally snap. Her name falls from your mouth as you release messily over her fingers, and some ropes splatter on the sandy ground.

There's a soft laugh followed by a teasing remark on how much of a mess you've made. You grunt weakly. Hyewon smiles and shakes her head before removing her hand from your now-softening length. "You're gross," she comments idly.

When you glance at her, however, there's nothing malicious or irritated present in her features - rather, amusement dances behind those brown eyes. There's something undeniably erotic about seeing her expression so neutral after stroking someone to completion. You tell her, "Felt like a waste. Could have put it somewhere more useful."

"Could have, but I didn't feel like putting in the effort today." Hyewon licks her hand clean, sucking her fingertips with an exaggerated pop. "Besides, we're not done catching up."

"Got more cat stories?" you ask jokingly, sliding your shorts up your legs with shaky hands.

"Nah, going to tell you about my cousin's divorce."

"Sounds thrilling."

"Truly," Hyewon smirks as she pulls your hand up under her skirt. "Wanna hear it?"

"I'm all ears." Your fingers slide against her underwear and immediately feel the damp fabric clinging to her skin. "Start talking."

-

"Are we pretending again tonight?" She slides over your thighs; the silk of her nightdress riding up her hips.

You skim your palms across the thin fabric covering her chest; feeling the swell of breasts beneath. She arches into your touch as you cup their weight. Her nipples stiffen visibly beneath the sheer cloth. When your fingertips brush over them, she shivers, leaning further into the caress. Her fingers dig into the meat of your shoulders as her mouth finds yours hungrily; tongue slipping between parted lips as she explores every inch of your mouth. And all you can do is surrender fully to the sensations she elicits inside you - heat blooms low in your belly; desire courses through your veins like fire igniting everywhere her skin makes contact with yours.

"We've been doing this a lot, recently," you comment as she drags her teeth along your jawline; leaving small, reddish marks where they graze sensitive areas of your neck.

"Going to complain about sex?" she breathes against your neck, punctuating each word with another bite.

"Not at all," you reply, sliding your hands along her thighs as they tighten around yours. "Can't help but think it's the boredom. Or the stress?" you say with a tilt of your head as you push aside strands of hair covering half of her face. Your lips find hers. Soft moans escape her lips when you press deeper into her mouth, savouring every bit of sweetness. Hyewon tastes sweet - always does. Something soft yet tangy, reminding you of ripe berries. Your tongues clash together in a sloppy dance of hunger and longing - a mix of lustful passion and simple comfortableness borne from familiarity.

"Not this shit again," she says, lifting herself up. "If I wanted your concern and not just your cock, I'd tell you."

"Hyewon," you whisper her name as you grab her ass. "I've paid your rent for the past two months. I'm gonna be a little concerned." She grabs your chin as soon as you finish speaking.

"Shut the fuck up." She kisses your cheek first, then trails downwards until reaching your collarbone. Teeth lightly scrape over bone before moving towards the base of your throat where they sink firmly into the flesh, eliciting sharp gasps of surprise and discomfort alike.

It hurts so damn bad; but there is no denying it feels so fucking good, too. Every nerve ending in your body lights aflame like fireworks under starless night skies - so bright and vibrant they nearly blind you completely. Pain melts away into pleasure seamlessly - it becomes difficult to distinguish between one sensation and the next.

"Besides, I've made up my mind. You've won," she mutters while nipping her way across your shoulders, dragging her nails down your spine. Her nails leave stinging trails wherever they travel; scratches etched across the expanse of your back, burning hotter than hellfire itself. "I'll do it. Tomorrow I'll call up your guy, set up a meeting - whatever. Okay?" She pauses for a moment, looking directly into your eyes.

It explains the intensity. Normally, it's all so casual, but now she has something to prove.

"Okay."

"Consider this my audition. Now, lie down on the floor." You push off the couch, settling onto the thick carpet, letting Hyewon take control. She positions herself on the edge of her seat on the couch, looking down at you, her expression cold. "Remember the one you told me about last month. When she dominated you?" Hyewon whispers as she places both feet firmly upon you. One at your chest, one at your abdomen, and she presses her dainty feet down heavily, pinning you firmly against the ground beneath her.

"The rich brat roleplay?" you ask.

"Mmm hmm," Hyewon hums affirmatively. She pushes one foot up from your chest and into your face. "Bratty could kinda be my thing."

"First video would be a little simpler, besides, you don't really get to choose -"

"- I do, or it's deal off." She pushes the sole of her foot against your mouth harder. "Now shut up." She uses her toe to pull down your bottom lip, prying open your jaw forcefully. "Get to work."

You shoot her a glare, but ultimately part your lips slightly further apart, allowing access, and you taste her. She seems pleased when you swirl your tongue along her toes - her breath quickens audibly when you suck gently at the top of each digit. The act of obedience excites you as well. There is something so strangely erotic about submitting fully to another's demands.

"That's better," she coos contentedly. Slowly, deliberately, she pushes her other foot down between your legs. She grinds against your hardening cock until it becomes fully erect. "No, you can't use it yet." Hyewon retracts her limb from your mouth and brings it back onto your chest. "Hands behind your head," she instructs sharply. You comply obediently with a muted growl, interlacing your fingers behind your head.

Once again, Hyewon grinds her foot against your cock with a forceful push. A whimper escapes your lips. Your erection throbs beneath her relentless foot and twitches uncontrollably whenever she puts extra pressure on it. She drags her other foot down too. She looks at you with a smirk as if to tell you that this is only just getting started.

"You've been in the industry long enough; ever had a girl do this?" She asks as she positions each foot on either side of your length, sandwiching it firmly between her soles. Hyewon applies more pressure now and starts massaging it with alternating powerful movements. "Well?"

"No," you moan in answer.

Her toes curl and extend repeatedly with each rhythmic motion - back and forth they flex against your swollen cock - until she stops for a moment to rub her big toe up along the underside of the shaft, circling lightly around the tip before coming back down to continue rubbing up against it once more. "Bullshit. I see this all the time in videos."

"You should watch more of my videos."

"I tried," she says so casually. "But then I always think 'I could just go over and fuck him.'" She presses her heel into the base, pushing your cock flat against your pelvis. "Besides, I've seen you cum enough times now that it's only exciting when I get to do it myself." She speaks, she rubs her foot against your cock and the speed builds gradually as she watches you carefully. "Think you can cum like this?"

"I'd much rather do it inside you instead." Hyewon moves her foot faster, grinding harder down on your cock. It makes it increasingly harder to breathe properly. The friction sends shivers running throughout your entire body. Each press sends waves of ecstasy washing over you.

"Not today," Hyewon grunts. "On my feet or not at all."

"Shit." You writhe under her pressure, desperately trying to hold yourself still, to prolong this torture just a few moments longer.

"What? No snarky remark now? I think I like you better when I do this." Hyewon leans forward, positioning her head right above her feet. She spits down onto your cock before rubbing your spit-covered dick between her feet once more. "Whatever turns you on, I suppose."

"Apparently your feet are right now." You arch upwards when Hyewon picks up the pace. "And it's something about the view."

You're looking up at her, perched there and peering down at you with that mocking face she does so well. Her legs are long and smooth; her skin gleams golden in the dim light cast by the lamp beside her. Her thighs ripple enticingly with every pump of her feet against your shaft. And there's the star of it all - her feet. Nails painted white and her soles slick with spit.

Her pace becomes erratic - wild jerks and erratic thrusts become interspersed with firm grasping motions around the sides of your cock as if she intends to milk you dry. She's laughing now. Mocking the way you squirm and twist beneath her. "You're really going to cum on my feet?" Hyewon says through a giggle. You can hear the disbelief in her voice, and it irritates you immensely because, yes, you actually are about to do it.

Your orgasm surges in a violent burst of pure pleasure - you lose complete control then, spilling copious amounts of cum all over Hyewon's pretty little feet.

Her laughter rings out clearly when she sees how badly you've coated them. "Wow!" Hyewon marvels loudly as she wiggles her toes in the substance that's dribbled onto them. "Looks like somebody liked my audition."

-

"Look, we're not going for an epic here. Just ten minutes of chopped-up footage and they'll be throwing money at us," The director’s excited, almost too much so. His speech is fast-paced, and his arms move wildly through the air in sweeping gestures. Hyewon sits across from him, perched on the bed in pose. You're watching from afar. They've given her the real summer vibe. The shorts are denim and shorter than any pair you've seen her pull from her own wardrobe. That tight, orange tank top accents her breasts perfectly. She's got her legs to the side and she's resting on one arm, nodding along at the director's rambling.

She's a pro, she doesn't need this.

"Don't look at the camera. We're going for natural. Remember what we said earlier. This is just two friends having sex." You catch Hyewon rolling her eyes at that. He continues: "Nothing too fancy, just enjoy yourself."

"I've got it, can we start?" You notice the smile creeping up on the director's face as he turns to his cameras.

"She knows what she's doing," you tell him as you approach. "Let's just get started."

"Just fine by me. All set, right?"

"Yeah, we're all ready," you tell him. You climb onto the mattress and lie beside her. "Finally." The words are said low and quietly, almost inaudible under your breath.

"Too many cooks," she mumbles under her breath.

"It's your scene," you tell her. "Take the lead, he won't question it."

The room goes silent, and the director gives his signal. And in an instant, Hyewon changes; her vibe is all ditsy and wide-eyed innocence. "It's so hot here!" Hyewon fans herself, pouting dramatically. "How can anybody live in this weather?" She pulls the hem of her shirt up so slightly as to expose a little more skin.

Is this really the direction she's going? It's a little generic.

"I don't want to wear clothes anymore, Daddy."

Okay, that's unexpected.

Her line delivery is perfect, and the inflexion in her voice suggests an irresistible degree of desperation; a perfect balance of pleading whine, frustration, and underlying lust that sounds entirely genuine. Her hands run over her bare midriff, and she moans quietly; she looks beautiful and vulnerable, helpless without even knowing it.

"We have to leave, baby. Don't do that..." You watch her hands slide over her hips, riding up the material even further, exposing her slim waist.

"I'm not going." She spits out the words and pouts petulantly. "Not until I'm satisfied."

This is different - more fun than her usual performances. She's being playful now; her eyes are lit up and sparkling. You're wondering if she's been holding back on you before now.

"We're leaving." You grab her wrist. An action to which she whines indignantly, shaking free from your grip. Hyewon pushes up higher and climbs atop your lap. She's not messing around anymore. She wastes no time grabbing hold of your hands, guiding them down to her ass.

"Daddy," she repeats. "Daddy..." This time she draws out the words slowly, savouring each syllable; savouring the way your fingertips tremble against her skin. "I'm not leaving. I need you."

She doesn't need prompting to keep going - doesn't need encouragement or coaxing from you. She already has a story in her head, and she's working her hardest to bring it alive. Hyewon reaches between her legs and palms your crotch, squeezing tenderly.

"It's so big," she remarks reverently. She unbuckles your belt quickly, eager anticipation driving every action.

She lifts herself onto her knees before tugging everything off. As soon as your cock springs loose, Hyewon descends upon it greedily - wrapping her soft hand around its thickness and stroking along the entire length.

"I love Daddy's cock."

Fuck, she's really into this, isn't she?

Her thumb caresses along the crown while her fingers close tightly around the shaft. Hyewon begins pumping faster and faster as she works you into hardness. Soon enough, she slips the tip between her parted lips and engulfs it within the warmth of her wet, inviting mouth. She starts sucking slowly, bobbing her head up and down your shaft with a steady rhythm.

"No baby... We need to..."

Hyewon releases your length with a wet pop and stares up at you with wide eyes. There's no hint of shame present within those dark orbs, nor hesitation evident within her flushed cheeks. Only pure eagerness. Hunger. Desire. Lust. Unadulterated need for cock.

A truly compelling act.

"But Daddy... I want it..."

She lowers herself back down over your cock, plump lips stretched wide to accommodate your size. She moves leisurely at first - seemingly content with simply licking lazily around the bulbous tip - but soon enough increases her pace steadily until she bobs eagerly, moaning lewdly around every inch of your girth. Her saliva coats your member liberally as she slathers it lovingly with sloppy, affectionate attention.

"Baby girl..."

She pulls off completely with another loud slurping noise, trailing strings of spit connecting her tongue to your erect pillar of flesh.

"Put it in my pussy, Daddy."

There's that spark in her eyes again, telling you it's alright to follow your instincts. To forget the script altogether. You rise upwards suddenly, grabbing hold of Hyewon's slender frame by her shoulders and pushing her down forcefully onto her back atop the mattress. Hyewon yelps in shock at the sudden movement, staring dumbly at you as you tear her clothes off, tossing them away carelessly.

"W-wait!"

You flip her roughly onto her stomach, then tug her rear upwards to expose her slick centre. She instinctively props herself onto all fours. Her pussy glistens wetly and drips juices down her inner thigh, proof positive of her arousal. "Want to be such a brat, then you'll take it like one."

You grab her ass and do as you have so many times before. You slip yourself into her pussy. You're actually doing it on camera this time. All the sex that happened offscreen, away from the prying eyes of countless people tuning in, is now there to be recorded. This is what will make it onto streaming sites and DVDs and websites - you and her fucking. Her voice rings out loud as you drive yourself deep inside her pussy; groaning aloud at the intense sensation of her walls enveloping your cock.

"Oh, Daddy. So big." She speaks as if entranced. She's playing it up for the camera but it's all so perfect; you can't tell where the act ends and real lust begins.

"Fuck," you hiss through gritted teeth, as you grab her by the waist and plunge deeper. It's not hard to lose yourself within her; you forget about the cameras entirely. Every inch of her velvet folds clamps down tightly around your shaft and squeezes rhythmically around your cock in rippling waves of constrictions.

She feels so hot inside! Her walls cling greedily onto you; begging wordlessly for more stimulation. For more pleasure. And it gets worse (or better) once she starts to move with you.

"H-harder," she tries to demand. It comes out choked and needy despite the strength in her words. "Harder, Daddy." Her body quakes with ecstasy as she struggles vainly to maintain any semblance of control whatsoever. Instead, she resorts to merely clinging to the sheets below, gasping hoarsely whenever your cock spreads her open particularly forcefully. "M-more."

There's nothing quite like stretching her open; the tightness and heat that greets you with each stroke remains remarkable nonetheless, regardless of how many times you've felt it before.

"I knew you could handle it." You smack her ass, the clap of your hand ringing out around the room as she winces loudly in pain. "You know why?" You wrap a hand loosely around her neck, squeezing lightly; Hyewon squeals adorably, her legs shaking violently beneath her. Her breaths come short and ragged through her clenched jaws. "Because you're mine."

You pull her flush against your chest. A camera pans in front of her and sets down low, capturing every twitch her cunt makes when you drag against her walls. Hyewon's mouth falls agape as if frozen in place, eyes wide and wild with desire, staring blankly straight ahead. Sweat forms over her flushed skin like pearls cascading down marble; beads rolling smoothly along the curve of her collarbones.

You hold her like that for a while, fucking up into her hard and fast. She bucks backwards with each thrust; her cute tits bounce for the camera. It's all so performative - the high-pitched shrieks and loud gasps, the whining and mewling constantly tumbling from her parted lips.

The director signals - he has enough footage in that position. So you're guiding Hyewon over to the next. "How's it going so far?" you ask as you guide her to the wall. "Is it just like you imagined?"

"It's just sex," she shrugs. You turn her around and press her back against the wall, wrapping her arms around your shoulders. "Good sex."

She holds herself aloft with surprising strength. Her toned legs coil around your waist snugly while her ankles hook behind your lower back securely. "Ready?" She gives a brisk nod, smiling slyly.

The director counts down, and you're inside her once more. "Ohh Daddy," she coos breathlessly, burying her face into the crook of your neck as her hips gyrate frantically.

"You've made us late," you growl at her as you snap your hips into hers. The thud of flesh slamming against wettened flesh reverberates through the room audibly. Every time your hips connect with hers, Hyewon cries out sweetly. Loudly.

"I don't care. Fuck me." Her nails dig painfully into your back, scoring angry red furrows down your spine. Not that you care, and the fans will love it. "Daddy." It's so over-used, yet somehow never grows stale; possibly because Hyewon's tone carries equal parts lust and malice.

You grab hold of her ass and step back once away from the wall. She leans back, shoulders against the wall and everything else suspended in the air. You take her weight into your hands; she's so light that it hardly takes any effort on your part to hold her aloft like that. Like some sort of erotic art piece, contorted in a sexual pose - the very image of depravity.

You're in complete control. Your thrusts dictate her very existence right now: when you push forward, she takes your entire length willingly; when you withdraw, she begs desperately for your return. 

Each motion elicits wonderful reactions from her; little twitches and convulsions that speak volumes about how badly she needs it. You fuck her like that for a while, suspended in the air. Her toned stomach tenses and her thighs tighten with every stroke. Her breathing quickens and shallows. Her half-lidded gaze fixes on yours intently; pupils dilated hugely as they drink in everything about you. Every grunt, groan or snarl you make seems to send shudders throughout her body.

There's no signal this time. You just lift her, throw her onto the bed and lift her legs into the air, holding her ankles in front of your face. You ram yourself deep into her. Her limbs flail limply in response; her calves lie unresponsive against your shoulders whilst her arms flounder about aimlessly atop the mattress.

It's rough. Violent, even. But Hyewon doesn't care. Far from caring, she welcomes it wholeheartedly. Welcomes every violent, powerful plunge and smack of your body against her thighs. You lean over her, folding her neatly beneath your frame.

"Harder, Daddy, harder," she chants ceaselessly. "Punish me for making us late."

"Open your mouth," you command sternly, pulling out almost entirely. "Stick out your tongue." She does exactly as told without hesitation. You spit into it and push back into her. She accepts both gifts eagerly; and relishes them openly, devouring your essence like candy. She swallows hungrily with an audible gulp and sticks her tongue back out, requesting more.

You spit again. She catches it, closes her mouth, and then you lightly slap her cheek. Not too hard, but enough to jostle her. The surprise causes her eyes to widen momentarily in alarm before quickly relaxing into hazy contentment. A blissful haze settles over her features, glazed eyelids drooping heavily shut.

"Come here." Your fingers thread through her silky black locks and yank hard; she whimpers sweetly at your roughness, tilting her head accordingly towards you obediently. She lets you steer her effortlessly.

Your mouths meet amidst an explosion of fiery passion. There's urgency in the kiss - an insatiable hunger permeating every lick and nibble of lips against tongues clashing together wetly between hungry gasps for air. It escalates quickly: lips parting further apart; teeth clicking accidentally; tongues entwining aggressively; saliva freely exchanging between heated breaths; soft moans rising unchecked.

By now, you have stopped caring about anything besides pounding yourself deeply into her receptive depths; rutting madly into her welcoming core without regard for comfort or safety.

She breaks first; breaking off suddenly with a sharp intake of breath, followed immediately after by an ear-splitting squeal; a keening shriek ripping forth from deep within her chest as she convulses wildly beneath you. Walls spasming uncontrollably around your cock; clutching possessively at every ridge and vein; milking insistently at each inch buried hilt-deep inside her.

There's a finale to it all. You agreed in advance how it should end. She'll take a load for the camera, right on her face. You slow yourself, reluctantly prying her legs off your shoulders and carefully extricating yourself from her clenching core. She looks almost comical in the aftermath. Her usually immaculate appearance utterly ruined - hair sticking messily up in odd directions while strands plaster erratically across her brow, cheeks aflame and glistening damply with sweat trickling from every pore; her lipstick smeared around swollen lips which remain parted in exhausted stupor.

"On your knees, now," you say, pulling her limp frame upright and off the edge of the bed. Her movements are clumsy and shaky, and she stumbles clumsily as you spin her around. Her legs fold under her as she collapses to the ground. But still, her eyes lock onto yours - fixed upon you expectantly; wanting; yearning.

And you stand tall above her, cradling her head gently in your palm. You brush your cock against her cheeks; coating them thickly in her own juices. Rubbing back and forth slowly, sliding up until you rest atop her pouted lips. She kisses the tip as you stroke yourself off above her; you run your fingers soothingly through her tousled locks encouragingly. "Take Daddy's load on your pretty face, baby girl."

Her lashes flutter dreamily as she watches enraptured. Her mouth hangs slightly slack as her hot exhales fan over your sensitive flesh; tickling enticingly. Your own ragged breaths echo throughout the room, perfectly meshing with her soft moans of encouragement as you stroke yourself closer towards climax.

She looks so vulnerable, so small sitting beneath you like this - kneeling submissively on the cold hardwood floor with your slick shaft laid heavily against her chin; staring up at you with such reverence, waiting patiently for your release. The cameras are in close. Waiting for that moment of truth.

Then it finally happens, your breath catching mid-gasp before escaping as a guttural groan.

Your orgasm hits and you release directly across her features; you cum across her lips, her nose, and her cheeks. White ribbons cascade down her visage, dripping obscenely off her jawline. She laps some into her mouth as it passes, but her gaze never wavers. Rather, she remains fixated solely on you; watching, rapt, as you unload across her features in viscous spurts until the last wave eventually washes over your senses and fades away.

You stumble back, and the camera moves in again, zoomed up onto Hyewon. She looks absolutely filthy like this - streaked thickly white across every inch of skin available atop her dainty face. Strands cling delicately atop long lashes and strings hang languidly between her parted lips.

“Mi So-ssi, what’s troubling you?” he asked gently, his voice calm and reassuring.

Kim Mi So hesitated for a moment, her gaze dropping to her hands, clasped tightly in her lap. When she finally looked up, her eyes held a deep worry that Yoo Shik rarely saw. “Director Yoo Shik… I… I noticed something… something on the president’s ankles the other day.”

Yoo Shik’s brow furrowed slightly. “On Young Joon’s ankles? What did you see?”

Kim Mi So took a deep breath, her voice barely above a whisper. “Scars… faint, but definitely there. They looked… like he had been tied up. Like something had been tightly bound around his ankles for a long time.” Her eyes searched Yoo Shik’s face, pleading for an explanation. “Yoo Shik sshi… do you know how he got those scars? Was he… was he hurt when he was younger?”

“Ultimately, Mi So-ssi, Young Joon has never spoken directly about how he got those scars to me. It’s a very personal matter, and he is a very private person. They may be from something entirely different, perhaps a childhood injury we can’t even imagine. What’s important is how he is now, and you’ve seen firsthand how much he has grown and changed, especially recently.” Yoo Shik gave her a warm, reassuring smile. “I understand your concern, Mi So-ssi, it speaks volumes about your care for him. But perhaps it’s best to let Young Joon share his past with you in his own time, if he chooses to do so.”

Yoo Shik casually strolled around Kim Mi So’s desk, a familiar glint in his eye. He placed his hands on her shoulders, his thumbs instinctively kneading the knots he knew would be there after a long morning. She leaned slightly into his touch, a small sigh escaping her lips – a silent acknowledgment of their usual after-hours dynamic bleeding into the workday. From this angle, he had his usual, privileged view of the enticing swell of her breasts beneath her office blouse. He knew every curve of her body intimately; the way her blouse strained just a little across her full bust, the elegant line of her waist, the subtle lift of her rear when she stood. She was, without a doubt, the sexiest woman he knew, and she was his. Her beauty, intelligence, and the way she submitted to him in private were an intoxicating combination.

He continued to massage her shoulders, his fingers slowly drifting downwards, a well-worn path in their secret encounters. Kim Mi So’s subtle relaxation deepened; she trusted his touch, knew where it was going. There was an unspoken anticipation in the air, a silent promise of what awaited them later. His hands finally reached the familiar curve of her breasts, resting just where the fabric of her blouse began to stretch. He could feel the soft resilience of her bra underneath, the warmth emanating from her skin. He pressed gently, his fingers knowing exactly how to mold to her shape. He felt the almost imperceptible shift in her breathing, a tell-tale sign of her arousal. It was a familiar dance, this clandestine intimacy in the office, a thrilling risk that only added to the excitement of their affair. He knew she wanted him just as much as he wanted her, and these small touches were just the beginning of the fire that would undoubtedly ignite between them later

“Oppa,” Mi So said softly, her hand reaching up to gently cover his on her shoulder, “I’m really not in the mood right now. Director Park’s been causing so many headaches today…” But even as she spoke, her body betrayed her. His hand was still resting on the curve of her breast, right over her bra, and the way his fingers were gently kneading was sending little sparks of desire through her.

Yoo Shik didn’t stop his gentle massage, his thumb subtly pressing against her nipple through the fabric. “I know, Mi So-yah,” he murmured, his breath warm against her ear. “Just for a minute. It’ll help you relax.” His other hand moved to her other breast, mirroring the gentle pressure.

She tried to pull away slightly, a small frown creasing her forehead. “Really, oppa, not here. What if someone comes in?” But the truth was, even though she voiced her concerns, her body was starting to react in ways she couldn't control. His touch, the way his hands seemed to know exactly how to stimulate her even through her clothes, was overriding her initial reluctance.

A soft groan escaped her lips as his fingers found a particularly sensitive spot on her breast. The worry about Director Park seemed to fade into the background, replaced by the more immediate sensations he was igniting within her. Her nipples were hardening under his touch, and a familiar warmth was spreading through her lower abdomen.

“Just a little…,” she whispered, her voice now husky, her attempt to resist weakening with each passing second. His hands were doing magic, pure and simple. He wasn’t even touching her bare skin, but the way he was kneading and pressing, the knowing movements, were enough to make her want to lean back into his touch.

Her head tilted back slightly, and a soft moan slipped past her lips, this one louder than the last. Her body was remembering all the times they had been together, the pleasure he knew how to give her. Despite her initial protest, every fiber of her being was starting to crave more. The tension she had felt from work was being replaced by a different kind of tension, a delicious, pulsing ache that only he could satisfy. Her body was becoming receptive, her earlier mood completely forgotten in the face of his skillful touch.

Ki Joon’s hands continued to knead Mi So’s breasts through the fabric of her blouse, his thumbs circling her already hard nipples. He watched her beautiful face, flushed with pleasure, her eyes slightly glazed over. Her other hand had instinctively moved down, her fingers now rhythmically rubbing her inner thigh, a clear sign of how turned on she was.

“You know, Mi So-yah,” Ki Joon murmured, his voice low and husky, “You call me ‘oppa’ all the time, especially when we’re alone like this.” He gave her breast a gentle squeeze. “But you never call Young Joon ‘oppa.’ Why is that, hmm?”

Mi So’s eyes fluttered open, a playful smirk touching her lips. “Oh, you’re jealous, oppa?” she teased, her hand on her thigh moving a little faster. “Don’t be. You know you’re my favorite ‘oppa’… for certain things.” She let her gaze drift down to his lap for a suggestive moment.

Ki Joon chuckled, his grip on her breasts tightening slightly. “You’re right. I know.” He leaned closer, his lips brushing against her ear. “But seriously, what’s so different about me?”

Mi So sighed contentedly as his thumb found her nipple again. “Well, for one thing,” she whispered back, her breath warm against his neck, “you’re the one who knows how to touch me like this.” Her hand on her thigh had now slipped under her skirt, her fingers teasing the wetness she could feel blooming there. “Young Joon-ssi… he’s different. Our relationship… it wasn’t ever like this.”

Ki Joon’s fingers slipped under the hem of her blouse, his bare skin now against her bra. He could feel the heat radiating from her. “So, Young Joon never made you moan like this?” he asked, his voice laced with a hint of possessiveness.

Mi So’s head tilted back, a soft groan escaping her lips as Ki Joon’s fingers found the clasp of her bra. “Never,” she breathed out. “He was… all about the work. You, oppa…” Her hand on her thigh was now definitely inside her panties, her fingers moving with increasing urgency. “You know exactly what I want.”

Ki Joon finally unhooked her bra, his hands now directly on her bare breasts. They were full and heavy, the nipples already pebble-hard under his touch. He gently squeezed and kneaded, savoring the feel of her soft skin. “And what exactly do you want right now, Mi So-yah?” he purred, his gaze intent on her face.

“Oh, you know,” she whispered, her eyes half-closed, her cheeks flushed. “You know I want you to keep touching me like this… right here in the office, where anyone could walk in.” Her fingers were now deep inside her, her thighs trembling slightly. “And maybe later… maybe later I’ll show you just how much I appreciate my favorite ‘oppa’ who knows how to make me feel so incredibly…” Her voice trailed off as Ki Joon’s thumb found her nipple again, sending another wave of pleasure through her. Her body in that tight office dress, the contrast of the professional attire with the blatant desire in her eyes, and the way she was touching herself, was driving him wild.

Yoo Shik moved from behind Mi So’s chair and knelt down right in front of her, his gaze locked on her beautiful face. He reached out, his hands gently framing her cheeks, his thumbs softly stroking her smooth skin. His eyes lingered on her lips, which were full and slightly parted, looking incredibly soft and inviting. He leaned closer, his breath warm against her mouth, and then he kissed her.

It wasn’t a gentle peck; it was a possessive claiming, his lips pressing firmly against hers. Mi So responded instantly, her earlier hesitation completely gone. Her lips parted further, and she sucked on his, her tongue darting out to meet his, tangling and swirling in a hungry dance. She made a soft, needy sound in the back of her throat, her hands instinctively reaching up to clutch his face, pulling him closer as if she couldn’t get enough.

Breaking the kiss, Yoo Shik’s eyes held a knowing smirk. “You remember that night, don’t you, Mi So-yah?” he murmured, his voice low and husky. “After your date with Young Joon? You came straight to my place, all worked up, wanting my thick, hard cock inside you.” He leaned in close again, whispering against her lips, “You were bouncing on it so hard, weren’t you? Screaming my name.”

Mi So let out a soft moan, her cheeks flushing even deeper. She remembered that night vividly. She had been confused and frustrated after her date, and Yoo Shik’s raw desire had been exactly what she needed.

Yoo Shik continued, his fingers now tracing the outline of her lips. “And what about that time at Young Joon’s house? The three of us together?” He chuckled softly, a suggestive sound that sent a shiver down Mi So’s spine. “You were such a little tease, weren’t you? Giving me that handjob in the kitchen, right there while Young Joon was just in the next room.”

Mi So’s breath hitched, and another moan escaped her, louder this time. The memory of that afternoon flooded back to her – the forbidden thrill of touching Yoo Shik so intimately, the risk of being caught by Young Joon, the heady mix of desire and nervousness. She had been so turned on that day, her fingers slick with her own precum even as she stroked Yoo Shik’s impressive member.

Yoo Shik’s gaze dropped to her lap. He could see the subtle dampness spreading on her office skirt, right where her thighs were pressed together. “You’re getting wet just thinking about it, aren’t you, Mi So-yah?” he said, his voice thick with arousal. “Your little pussy remembers how good my cock feels, doesn’t it?”

He brought his face close to hers again, kissing her deeply, his tongue plunging into her mouth. As they kissed, his hands roamed freely over her body, tracing the curve of her neck, the swell of her breasts under her blouse, the narrowness of her waist. Mi So’s hands tightened in his hair, her body growing increasingly restless. She could feel the wetness between her legs intensifying, the sensation seeping through her panties, creating a warm, slick patch on her thighs.

“You were so eager for me that day,” Yoo Shik continued, breaking the kiss again, his eyes burning with lust. “You couldn’t wait for Young Joon to turn his back. You practically attacked my cock, didn’t you?” He traced his fingers down her throat, pausing at the top button of her blouse. “And the way you looked at me while you were doing it… all that pent-up desire in your eyes.”

Mi So’s head lolled back, her moans becoming more frequent and unrestrained. The memories Yoo Shik was evoking were so vivid, so intensely arousing. She could almost feel his cock in her hand again, the heat and thickness of it, the way it pulsed as she stroked him. And the memory of the risk, the sheer audacity of it, only amplified her current arousal.

Yoo Shik’s fingers finally unbuttoned the top few buttons of her blouse, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of the lacy bra underneath. “You’re so beautiful, Mi So-yah,” he murmured, his gaze lingering on the exposed skin. “So incredibly sexy.” He leaned down and kissed the sensitive skin just above her bra, inhaling deeply. “You always come back to me, don’t you? No matter what happens with Young Joon.”

Mi So could only whimper, her body aching for his touch, for the release he knew how to give her. The wetness between her legs was now undeniable, a thick, slick heat that was soaking her panties and spreading down her thighs. She was completely lost in the moment, her thoughts consumed by the images Yoo Shik had painted, her body reacting with an intensity that surprised even her. She wanted him, right here, right now, all the talk and memories just serving to fuel her burning desire.

With a slow, deliberate slide, Yoo Shik’s fingers worked on the remaining buttons of Mi So’s blouse, one by one, until the fabric fell open completely. There she was, clad in a tight, lacy bra that looked like it was struggling to contain the fullness of her plump breasts. Her nipples were hard peaks, pressing against the delicate material, and he could see the rapid rise and fall of her chest as she panted, her breath catching in her throat. Her fit body was on full display, the curves accentuated by the clingy fabric of her office attire underneath the open blouse.

Yoo Shik’s gaze drifted from her breasts to her flushed face, her eyes half-closed in a haze of arousal. A knowing smirk played on his lips. “Tell me, Mi So-yah,” he began, his voice low and seductive, “why is it that you say you love him… yet you crave my cock so desperately?” He reached out, his fingers gently tracing the outline of her bra. “Is he not enough for you? Does he not satisfy you the way I do?”

He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a mere whisper. “You remember that morning, don’t you, Mi So-yah? Not last night, but that morning after… well, after you and Young Joon had your time. You came straight to my office, all worked up, wanting my thick, hard cock inside you.” He leaned in close again, whispering against her lips, “I fucked you hard against this very office window, until your legs were shaking and you couldn’t take it anymore.” He paused, his eyes gleaming with a possessive intensity. “You could see him down there, heading into his meeting, and still, you were grinding your sexy ass against my cock, weren’t you?”

Mi So’s eyes fluttered open, her cheeks burning with a mixture of embarrassment and intense arousal. She tried to speak, to deny his words, to offer some kind of explanation, but the words caught in her throat. “Oppa… that’s not… it’s not like that…” she stammered, her sentences trailing off, failing to form any coherent reason.

Yoo Shik chuckled softly, his fingers now slipping under the band of her bra, his bare skin making contact with the warm flesh of her breasts. “Isn’t it, Mi So-yah? Then tell me, what is it like? Why do you come to me, so eager, so insatiable, if he is truly the one you love?” He gently squeezed one of her breasts, his thumb teasing her hard nipple. “You moan my name, Mi So-yah. You arch your back for my touch. You beg me to fill you.”

He leaned in closer, his lips just inches from hers. “You remember how wet you were that morning, don’t you? How tightly you squeezed me inside you, right here against the glass? Anyone could have seen us, Mi So-yah, but you didn’t care, did you? You were too lost in the pleasure I was giving you.”

Mi So’s breath hitched, and a soft whimper escaped her lips. The memories he was evoking were so vivid, so incredibly arousing. She could feel the phantom sensation of his hard cock pounding into her, the cold glass against her back, the desperate gasps that had escaped her lips. It had been a morning filled with a desperate urgency, a raw need that she hadn't fully understood herself at the time, only that Yoo Shik's touch had been the only thing that could quell the storm within her.

“You can’t deny it, Mi So-yah,” Yoo Shik continued, his voice a low purr. “Your body tells the truth, even if your words try to lie.” He gently cupped both of her breasts, his thumbs circling her nipples. “You crave me, Mi So-yah. You crave my touch, my cock, my… everything.”

Mi So tried to form a sentence, to offer some kind of resistance, but all that came out was another soft moan. Her thighs were pressed tightly together, her core aching with a familiar longing. The wetness between her legs was now undeniable, a thick, throbbing heat that spread through her panties. She looked up at Yoo Shik, her eyes filled with a conflict of emotions – a hint of guilt, a flicker of denial, but overwhelmingly, a deep, undeniable desire. She couldn’t bring herself to look away from his intense gaze, knowing that he saw right through her, saw the truth of her desires reflected in her flushed face and rapidly rising chest. Her attempts at denial were weak, almost pathetic, drowned out by the insistent throbbing of her body and the undeniable memories he had so vividly brought back to the surface. Her body knew what it wanted, and right now, that wasn’t Young Joon. It was Yoo Shik’s demanding touch, his possessive gaze, and the raw, unadulterated pleasure he knew how to deliver.

Deep down, in the quiet corners of her heart, Mi So truly loved Young Joon. He was her anchor, her confidant, the man who brought stability and laughter into her life. She was genuinely happy with him, building a future she had long dreamed of. But then there was Yoo Shik. He was a different kind of pull, a raw, primal craving that her body couldn't seem to ignore. It wasn't about deep emotions or shared dreams; it was about the electric touch of his hands on her skin, the hungry possessiveness of his kisses that left her breathless, the way his thick cock filled her so completely, stretching her in ways that left her trembling and aching for more.

Young Joon was sweet, considerate, but in the bedroom, he was still somewhat tentative, his inexperience showing. With Yoo Shik, it was different. He was divorced, worldly, a man who knew exactly how to touch a woman, where to kiss, how to make her body come alive with a pleasure that bordered on frantic. His hands roamed her body with a confident familiarity, his lips devoured hers with a hungry passion, and when he slid inside her, it was with a seasoned expertise that left her moaning and gasping for air. He knew all the right places to touch, the exact rhythm to move, the dirty words to whisper in her ear that sent shivers down her spine. It was a stark contrast to the gentler, more innocent intimacy she shared with Young Joon. Her heart belonged to one man, but her body, it seemed, had a mind of its own, a relentless yearning for the experienced touch and unrestrained passion that only Yoo Shik could provide.

With a final, smooth movement, Yoo Shik pulled Mi So’s blouse completely off her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor in a soft heap. Her bra was gone too, and her bare breasts bounced into view, the sudden freedom making her gasp. There she was, just in her fitted office skirt, her full, plump breasts on full display. Mi So’s body was truly a vision – the soft curve of her shoulders, the enticing fullness of her breasts with their hard, eager nipples, the gentle slope of her stomach leading down to the hem of her skirt.

Yoo Shik still found it hard to believe that this confident, capable woman had been a virgin when he first touched her. Their relationship had started with a raw, undeniable physical attraction, a series of intense, no-strings-attached encounters. There had been no pretense of dating, no talk of the future. She loved Young Joon, that much was clear, but for Yoo Shik, he was perfectly content to be the man she came to whenever she craved unadulterated, mind-numbing sex.

He leaned in and kissed her again, his lips finding hers in a hungry embrace. This time, his hands were free to explore the bare expanse of her chest. He cupped her breasts, savoring their weight and softness, his thumbs gently teasing her already erect nipples. Mi So moaned into his mouth, her body trembling under his touch. He could feel her nipples hardening even further, responding instantly to his attention. He flicked his tongue against her lips, and she opened her mouth wider, her own tongue meeting his in a passionate dance. All the while, his hands continued their sensual exploration of her breasts, kneading, squeezing, and stroking, driving her closer and closer to the edge of pure pleasure.

Leaving her lips, Yoo Shik trailed his kisses down Mi So’s fair, slender neck, his tongue flicking out to taste the sensitive skin there. She shivered under his touch, her head falling back slightly to give him more access. He could feel her pulse quickening beneath his lips. Reaching her breasts, he paused, his hot breath ghosting over the sensitive skin. Mi So’s body trembled again, her nipples tightening even further, begging for his touch.

He then took one of her full breasts in his hands, his fingers gently kneading the soft flesh. His breath grew warmer as he exhaled directly onto her nipple, making it bead up and become even harder. Mi So let out a soft moan, her hands instinctively reaching up to grip his shoulders. She lifted her chest slightly, offering him an unspoken invitation. It was a clear signal – she wanted more, needed more. The movement caused her already generous breasts to push up even higher, their plumpness even more pronounced.

Yoo Shik didn’t hesitate. He lowered his head and gently licked one aching nipple, his tongue swirling around the hard peak. Mi So cried out softly, her body arching against his. He then moved to her other breast, repeating the tantalizing lick. Her moans grew louder, more desperate. She was so incredibly responsive, her body reacting to his every touch with an intensity that fueled his desire.

Yoo Shik continued to lavish attention on Mi So’s breasts, his mouth a warm, wet playground for her aching nipples. He’d suck hard, then gently graze the sensitive skin with his teeth, eliciting sharp gasps and moans from her. He moved from one breast to the other, giving them equal attention, his hands cupping and squeezing the soft flesh as his lips and tongue worked their magic. The sounds of their pleasure filled the office – Yoo Shik’s satisfied sighs and Mi So’s increasingly desperate moans and groans. Luckily for their secret, the office doors were thick, and the early morning quiet outside meant no one was likely to overhear their illicit encounter.

Mi So was practically writhing on the small office sofa, her body arching and twisting as the sensations intensified. Her hands gripped Yoo Shik’s hair, sometimes pulling him closer, sometimes just tangling in the strands as she rode the waves of pleasure. “Oppa… oh, oppa…” she’d gasp, her voice thick with arousal, the only word she seemed capable of forming. Each suckle and lick sent shivers of delight through her, making her tremble uncontrollably. Her hips lifted slightly off the cushion, instinctively seeking more pressure, more friction. Her big boobs jiggled with her movements, their hard nipples brushing against Yoo Shik’s face as he continued his passionate assault. The air in the office felt thick with unspoken desire and the undeniable sounds of their escalating arousal.

Yoo Shik pushed himself up from the edge of the sofa, a sudden surge of desire making him restless. He shrugged off his suit coat and tossed it onto a nearby chair. Then, with a deliberate movement, he loosened his tie, the knot coming undone and the fabric falling slightly open at his collar. Mi So, still in a haze of lingering pleasure from his mouth on her breasts, watched him with heavy-lidded eyes. Even through the fabric of his trousers, she could see the impressive bulge straining against the material. A slow, sensual lick escaped her lips as the memory of his thick, hard cock filling her returned with vivid intensity.

With a newfound resolve, she slowly pushed herself up from the sofa. The sudden movement caused her bare breasts to jiggle enticingly under his gaze, the hard nipples bobbing with each step. Yoo Shik’s already impressive erection seemed to tighten even further against his pants at the sight of her. Her eyes locked on his, filled with a raw hunger that mirrored his own, she closed the distance between them. Her hands reached out, gently at first, then with increasing confidence, and started to rub the hard ridge pressing against his trousers. Her touch was knowing, familiar, and sent a jolt of pure electricity through his body. She looked directly into his eyes, a silent promise of the pleasure they were about to share passing between them.

“Do you want it, Mi So-yah?” Yoo Shik asked, his voice thick with desire as he watched her hands stroking his already throbbing cock through the fabric of his trousers. Her touch was driving him crazy, and the question was more of a statement of the inevitable than an actual inquiry.

Mi So looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous and utterly carnal hunger. A slow, knowing smile spread across her lips. “Oh, oppa,” she purred, her voice a husky whisper that sent shivers down his spine, “you know I want it. I’ve been wanting it ever since I saw it straining in your pants.” Her hands continued their sensual exploration, her touch becoming bolder, more insistent. “That thick, hard cock of yours… it’s been on my mind all day.”

With a deliberate movement, her fingers reached for the button of his trousers, slowly undoing the fastening. Yoo Shik held his breath, anticipation building in his chest. The zipper followed, the sound loud in the quiet office. Mi So’s gaze never left his, her eyes filled with a desire that mirrored his own.

Then, with a teasing slowness, her fair, slender hands slipped inside the open waistband of his pants, disappearing beneath the soft fabric of his boxers. He could feel her touch him directly now, the warmth of her hands enveloping his hard, throbbing cock. A jolt of pure pleasure shot through him. She gently squeezed, testing his hardness, and then began to stroke, her fingers gliding up and down the length of his engorged member. He let out a shaky breath, his head falling back slightly as the intensity of the sensation washed over him. Her touch was exquisite, teasing the sensitive head, running down the smooth shaft, making him throb even harder in her grasp.

After a few more tantalizing moments, Mi So’s hands stilled their gentle caress on Yoo Shik’s thighs. A playful, almost wicked glint danced in her eyes as she looked up at him, her lips curved into a knowing smile. It was a silent invitation, a promise of deeper intimacy that sent a fresh wave of anticipation crashing through Yoo Shik. He watched, his breath catching in his throat, as she slowly knelt down before him.

Her gaze dropped from his eyes to his waist, her focus sharpening with an intense curiosity. Her slender fingers, which had been lightly tracing patterns on his legs, now moved to the button of his trousers. With a delicate precision, she undid the fastening, the small click echoing in the quiet of the office. Her touch lingered for a moment, her fingertips brushing against the fabric before she carefully slid the zipper down. The soft rasp of the metal breaking the silence only heightened the building tension in the room.

Next came the waistband of his boxers, the familiar elastic yielding easily to her touch. Mi So’s movements were slow and deliberate, each action a deliberate tease, drawing out the anticipation. As the fabric slid down his thighs, revealing more and more of him, Yoo Shik felt a thrill course through him. He could see the focused intensity in her eyes, the way her lips were slightly parted in anticipation.

And then, finally, it was there. Freed from the confines of his clothing, Yoo Shik’s cock sprang out, long and thick, arching upwards with a proud stiffness that almost made contact with Mi So’s stunningly beautiful face. She gasped softly, her eyes widening as she took in the impressive sight. It stood before her, a testament to his desire, the head a deep, rich red, glistening with a thick bead of pre-cum at the very tip. The veins pulsed visibly beneath the smooth skin, a tangible sign of his arousal.

With a slow, reverent touch, Mi So’s fair, slender hands reached out, her fingers trembling slightly as they made contact with his engorged member. She took her time, her touch feather-light at first, as if she were exploring a precious object. Then, with increasing confidence, she wrapped her hand around the base, marveling at its thick circumference. Her fingers slowly traced the entire length, from the heavy root to the swollen, sensitive head. She explored every curve, every ridge, every vein, her touch becoming more intimate and knowing with each passing moment.

A soft sigh, a mixture of awe and longing, escaped her lips. She couldn’t help but compare the impressive weight and size of Yoo Shik’s cock to that of Young Joon. While Young Joon was certainly handsome and kind, his member in comparison felt almost… delicate. Yoo Shik’s, on the other hand, was a different beast altogether – thick, powerful, demanding. A secret, almost triumphant smile flickered across Mi So’s lips as she silently acknowledged the stark difference. This man, this seemingly ordinary colleague, possessed a weapon of pleasure that her supposedly perfect boyfriend simply couldn’t match. The realization only intensified the burning desire that was already raging within her, a potent mix of lust and a forbidden thrill. Her fingers tightened slightly around him, a silent promise of the pleasure she both craved to give and desperately wanted to receive. The early morning sunlight caught the glistening pre-cum on his tip, and Mi So leaned in slightly, her eyes never leaving his, a primal hunger evident in her gaze.

Mi So’s heart leaped into her throat at the sharp rap on the door, echoing loudly in the suddenly tense office. Kim Ji Ah’s voice, crisp and professional, cut through the air. “Vice President Yoo Shik? It’s Kim Ji Ah. I have those urgent files for your signature.”

KIM JI AH

Panic flared in Mi So’s eyes. Her bare breasts bounced with each hurried movement as she snatched her bra and blouse from the floor, her fingers fumbling with the tiny hooks. Yoo Shik, equally startled, grabbed his discarded trousers and boxers, his face a mask of barely concealed alarm.

“Just a moment, Ji Ah!” Yoo Shik called out, his voice strained as he tried to sound like he hadn't just been on the verge of a very different kind of meeting. He glanced frantically at Mi So.

With a desperate, wide-eyed look, Mi So scurried under Yoo Shik’s expansive desk, her only covering the tight office skirt that rode up her thighs with the hasty movement. Her breath caught in her throat as her eyes landed squarely on Yoo Shik’s still-erect cock, swinging precariously as he sat back down in his chair. A thick bead of pre-cum clung to the tip, glistening in the dim light under the desk. Her insides clenched involuntarily.

“Come in, Ji Ah,” Yoo Shik said, trying to sound as composed as possible. He clutched his trousers and boxers in his lap, a pathetic attempt to hide his state.

The door swung open, and Kim Ji Ah entered, her arms holding a stack of manila folders. Following closely behind her was another woman, someone Mi So didn’t recognize immediately. This woman radiated a warm, friendly energy, her smile bright and genuine. She had a youthful glow and a figure that looked fantastic in a simple yet elegant dress.

“Good morning, Vice President,” Kim Ji Ah said, her attention focused on the files. “These need your immediate sign-off.”

“Good morning, Ji Ah. And good morning to you as well,” Yoo Shik said, his voice a little too cheerful, his eyes lingering on the newcomer with a curious interest that Mi So, from her vantage point, definitely noticed.

“Oh, Vice President, I’d like to introduce you to Ms. Jung Yoo Mi,” Kim Ji Ah said, gesturing to the woman beside her. “She’s a childhood friend of Director Lee’s. She’s opening a new cafe, and Director Lee recommended you might be able to assist her with some of the business aspects.”

Jung Yoo Mi (Young Joon's childhood friend and unrequited first love)

Jung Yoo Mi offered a charming smile, her eyes meeting Yoo Shik’s with a directness that was both friendly and slightly intriguing. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Vice President Yoo Shik. Young Joon has spoken very highly of your business acumen.”

“The pleasure is all mine, Ms. Jung,” Yoo Shik replied, his earlier alarm seemingly replaced by a genuine interest in the attractive woman standing before him. “Young Joon is a good judge of character. Welcome.” His eyes flickered briefly downwards, taking in the subtle curves of her body beneath her dress.

Under the desk, Mi So’s stomach twisted with a knot of anxiety. Not only was she in a ridiculously compromising position, practically naked under her boss’s desk, but now Young Joon’s childhood friend was here, and Yoo Shik was already turning on the charm. She could hear the polite exchange above her, the rustling of papers as Kim Ji Ah placed the files on the desk. The air under the desk felt thick and close, the faint scent of pre-cum still lingering. Her breasts felt heavy and exposed, and she silently prayed that no one would need anything from under the desk anytime soon. The situation was a chaotic mess of near exposure, unexpected visitors, and a potent mix of panic and lingering arousal.

Park Min Young as Kim Mi So

Yoo Shik’s eyes flickered between the two beautiful women standing in front of his desk. Kim Ji Ah was her usual professional self, focused on the files. But it was Jung Yoo Mi who held his attention for a moment longer. Her smile was warm and inviting, and he couldn't help but notice the subtle sway of her hips as she shifted her weight.

Then, his gaze flickered down, almost involuntarily, towards the space under his desk. He couldn’t see Mi So, but he knew she was there, practically naked, her bare breasts just inches away from his legs. The image alone was enough to make his cock throb even harder, the blood rushing to his already engorged member. He could practically feel her gaze on him from below.

And he was right. Under the table, Mi So’s eyes were glued to Yoo Shik’s thick, hard cock. She watched as it visibly twitched, straining against the fabric of his shirt. The pre-cum at the tip had formed another glistening drop, heavy and ready to fall. Her mouth watered, a primal urge rising within her to take that slick head into her mouth and suck until he groaned.

Yoo Shik cleared his throat, trying to regain his professional composure. He knew he needed to deal with Kim Ji Ah and Jung Yoo Mi efficiently to get back to the tempting woman hiding just below his line of sight. The thought of having Mi So’s warm mouth on him again, the feel of her tight body wrapped around his, was making it incredibly difficult to focus on business. He just wanted to get rid of these two so he could finally fuck the woman who was currently giving him a private show.

Under the cover of the large desk, the sight of Yoo Shik’s twitching cock, heavy with pre-cum, became too much for Mi So to bear. A wave of pure, unadulterated lust washed over her, silencing the remaining vestiges of her panic. She shifted slightly, her head moving closer, her eyes still fixed on the glistening droplet at the tip.

Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, she opened her mouth and took the very tip of his hard-on inside. Her lips closed around it, soft and warm, and her tongue flickered out, eagerly lapping at the salty pre-cum that coated the sensitive head. The sensation was immediate and intense, a direct connection to the source of her desire. She sucked gently at first, savoring the taste and the feel of him in her mouth.

Up above, Yoo Shik’s body jolted as Mi So’s warm mouth enveloped his tip. A gasp escaped his lips, quickly followed by a strangled sound that was dangerously close to a full-blown groan of pleasure. He clenched his jaw, his hands gripping the edge of the desk so tightly his knuckles turned white. He could feel the heat spreading through his groin, his cock instantly hardening even more in Mi So’s mouth.

Luckily for their precarious situation, Kim Ji Ah and Jung Yoo Mi seemed completely engrossed in their conversation. They were standing near the window, discussing something about the cafe’s design, their backs partially turned to Yoo Shik’s desk. He could hear their voices, a low murmur of polite conversation, completely oblivious to the intense, forbidden act happening just inches away.

Mi So continued to suck gently on the head of his cock, her tongue swirling around the sensitive frenulum, drawing out every last drop of pre-cum. The feeling was exquisite, almost too much to handle. Yoo Shik’s muscles tensed, and he had to fight with every ounce of his willpower not to let out a loud moan that would surely alert the two women in front of him. The contrast between the mundane conversation happening above and the intensely erotic act taking place below was almost comical, yet it only amplified the thrill of the forbidden encounter.

Finding the taste of his pre-cum intoxicating, Mi So’s boldness grew. She released the tip and, with a slow, deliberate motion, took the entire length of Yoo Shik’s thick cock into her hands. It felt substantial, a solid weight that filled her palms. She marveled at its size, the way it throbbed with a life of its own, coated now with her own slick saliva, connecting him to her in a deeply intimate way. She couldn't help but remember the night before, the clumsy attempts Young Joon had made to enter her. Even when he was fully inside, she had felt… well, not much. He was nice, and she loved him, but the physical sensation was often underwhelming. Now, holding Yoo Shik’s impressive tool, she understood the difference. This was a man’s cock, built to pleasure, and it had certainly pleased her before, filling her up in ways that left her breathless and craving more.

Her gaze lingered on the smooth, thick shaft, the way it pulsed gently in her grasp. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she considered the contrast. Young Joon was still learning, she knew, but Yoo Shik… he was a master. Her head then moved lower, drawn by an irresistible force. She buried her face in Yoo Shik’s crotch, her nostrils filling with his musky scent, a primal aroma that only heightened her desire. Her lips parted, and she took more of his shaft into her mouth, her tongue immediately going to work, tracing the underside, feeling the delicate veins beneath her touch.

Yoo Shik shifted in his seat above, a low groan escaping his lips. He squeezed the edge of the desk, trying to maintain his composure with Kim Ji Ah and Jung Yoo Mi just a few feet away. The feeling of Mi So’s warm, wet mouth on him, the way she was now gently sucking and licking, was sending shockwaves of pleasure through his entire body. He could feel his cock hardening even further, if that was even possible.

Mi So continued her exploration, her hands still wrapped around the base of his cock, while her mouth worked its magic on the head and shaft. Her tongue flicked and swirled, teasing every sensitive spot. She then moved lower, her lips brushing against the soft, hairy mound, before she gently licked one of his heavy balls. The sensation was electrifying. Yoo Shik’s body jolted, a sharp intake of breath his only outward reaction. Mi So then took the other ball into her mouth, sucking gently, savoring the weight and texture. The combination of her mouth on his balls and her hand still gripping his shaft was almost unbearable. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, the pleasure threatening to spill over in a loud, embarrassing groan. He focused on the conversation happening above, trying to anchor himself to the mundane reality of the office, but it was a losing battle. Mi So’s ministrations below were too skilled, too enticing, and his body was responding with an intensity that defied his attempts at control. The muffled sounds of his shifting and stifled breaths probably just sounded like discomfort from sitting for too long to the two women who were still discussing cafe layouts and business permits, completely unaware of the passionate and illicit act unfolding right beneath their noses. The risk of being caught only amplified the thrill for both Mi So and Yoo Shik, adding a layer of excitement to their already intense encounter.

The click of the office door closing behind Jung Yoo Mi and Kim Ji Ah brought a wave of immediate relief to both Yoo Shik and Mi So. Yoo Shik let out a long, silent breath he hadn't realized he’d been holding. The tension in the room seemed to dissipate instantly. He leaned back in his chair, a weary but satisfied smile playing on his lips. He was eager to finally stand up and properly… thank Mi So for her discreet assistance under the desk.

He pushed back his chair, intending to rise, but found himself anchored in place. Mi So was still down there, her focus entirely on the task at hand. Her hands, which had been resting on his thighs, now gripped his hips firmly, preventing him from moving. He looked down, a mixture of amusement and renewed arousal swirling within him. Her head was bobbing gently, her hair brushing against his legs, and he could feel the unmistakable suction of her mouth still working its magic on his cock.

He chuckled softly. “Mi So-yah,” he murmured, but she gave no indication that she had heard him. Her concentration was absolute. Then, slowly, deliberately, she began to rise. Her grip on his hips tightened, and she used his erection as leverage, her knees straightening as she stood up, his thick cock still nestled deep within her mouth.

Yoo Shik’s eyes widened, and he couldn’t help but stare. There she was, standing before him, finally fully visible again, and the sight was nothing short of breathtaking. Her office skirt clung to her thighs, the hem riding up slightly with her movements. Her bare breasts, still flushed from his earlier attention, bounced gently as she stood, their nipples hard and prominent. And then there was her face. That stunningly beautiful face, now framed by slightly disheveled hair, her eyes half-closed in a blissful daze, her lips parted just enough to accommodate the length of his engorged penis still lodged firmly inside her mouth. A thin line of saliva glistened at the corners of her lips, a clear testament to the intimate act she was performing.

He could feel the warmth and tightness of her mouth around him, the gentle suction and the occasional flick of her tongue sending shivers of pleasure through his body all over again. It was an incredibly erotic and somewhat surreal sight – his impeccably dressed upper body contrasting sharply with her state of partial undress, and the fact that she was standing there, so confidently, with his cock still in her mouth after that incredibly close call.

A wave of renewed desire washed over him. The image of her like this, so uninhibited and openly sensual, was more arousing than he could have imagined. The lingering scent of her arousal filled the air, mixing with the subtle aroma of his own pre-cum. The office, just moments ago a scene of potential disaster, now felt charged with a palpable sexual energy. He could only stare at her, his words failing him, completely captivated by the sight of this incredible woman and the blatant display of her desire for him. The memory of her hidden ministrations under the desk, the close call with his colleague, and Young Joon's friend, and now this bold, unapologetic stance – it was all combining to create an intensely charged and unforgettable moment. He reached out, his hands instinctively going to her hips, wanting to pull her closer, to deepen the connection that was already so intensely physical and undeniably thrilling.

But their moment of charged intimacy was abruptly shattered. The office door swung open again, revealing Kim Ji Ah and Jung Yoo Mi standing on the threshold. They were halfway through a sentence, seemingly having returned because they had forgotten to mention something. But their words died in their throats, their eyes widening in unison as they took in the scene before them.

Mi So stood with Yoo Shik’s tie still around his neck, her blouse open and hanging off her shoulders, revealing her bare breasts. And there, shockingly, was Yoo Shik’s erect penis still partially engulfed in Mi So’s mouth. The silence in the office, which had moments ago been thick with unspoken desire, now became heavy with stunned disbelief. Both Ji Ah and Yoo Mi froze in the doorway, their expressions a mixture of shock, surprise, and a dawning understanding of what they had just walked in on.

Ji Ah’s voice was sharp, cutting through the stunned silence like a knife. “Mi So-ssi? What in God’s name are you doing? Aren’t you dating the President? Lee Young Joon? How could this… how could this happen?” Her eyes darted between Mi So’s exposed chest and Yoo Shik, who was now visibly trying to adjust his shirt and trousers. “Are you… are you having an affair? Goodness gracious.” Ji Ah’s face was a picture of utter shock and disbelief, her professional demeanor completely shattered by the unexpected sight.

Jung Yoo Mi stood beside Ji Ah, her initial surprise slowly morphing into a look of deep confusion and something akin to hurt. She recognized Mi So instantly. Young Joon had brought her to a small, intimate gathering of his closest friends just a few months ago. She had seemed so lovely, so sweet, and Yoo Mi had genuinely thought they made a wonderful couple. Young Joon had seemed incredibly happy with Mi So, always talking about her with such affection. The image of the sweet, kind Mi So engaging in such a blatant act with his best friend, Yoo Shik, was almost impossible for her to reconcile. A wave of disappointment washed over her. She had trusted Mi So, had genuinely liked her, and this felt like a personal betrayal of Young Joon’s trust. Her eyes flickered to Yoo Shik, a question forming in her mind about his role in all of this.

Mi So’s face drained of all color. The shock of being caught red-handed by not just one, but two colleagues, was overwhelming. Her breath hitched in her throat, and her hands flew up to cover her bare breasts, a futile attempt at modesty now that the scene was fully exposed. Panic clawed at her, her mind racing, trying to formulate some kind of explanation, but her thoughts were a jumbled mess of fear and embarrassment.

Instinctively, she pulled her mouth away from Yoo Shik’s still-erect cock. The release happened with a wet ‘plop’ sound, the silence of the office amplifying the awkwardness of the moment. Yoo Shik’s thick, long member, now glistening with Mi So’s saliva, stood out in proud and undeniable hardness. The sight of it, so blatant and unashamed, only seemed to further solidify the incriminating tableau for the two women standing in the doorway.

Yoo Shik, despite the shock of the sudden re-entry, tried to regain some semblance of control. He quickly pulled his trousers up, though he didn’t have time to fully fasten them. He cleared his throat, trying to project an air of calm authority, but even his voice wavered slightly. “Ji Ah-ssi, Ms. Jung,” he began, his eyes flicking between the two women, trying to gauge the extent of their shock and what they might have seen. He knew this looked incredibly bad, and the implications for both him and Mi So, especially considering her relationship with Young Joon, were potentially devastating. He needed to think fast, to come up with some kind of explanation, however flimsy it might be. The surprise on Jung Yoo Mi’s face, however, was particularly unsettling, given her connection to Young Joon. This was a situation that could spiral out of control very quickly.

With Mi So’s sudden release, Yoo Shik’s thick, hard cock was now in full, unadulterated view of both Kim Ji Ah and Jung Yoo Mi. The sight of it was like a punch to the gut, stealing the air from their lungs and freezing them in place. It stood erect and proud, a blatant display of raw masculinity. Ji Ah’s eyes widened to an almost comical degree, while Yoo Mi’s mouth fell slightly open, her expression a mixture of surprise and a dawning comprehension.

The sheer size of it was the first thing that registered. It was undeniably thick, a substantial girth that hinted at the intense pleasure it could deliver. The length was equally impressive, stretching out long and straight, a testament to Yoo Shik’s potent arousal. And then there was the hardness, a rigid firmness that spoke volumes about the desires that had been flowing in the room just moments before.

Both women couldn’t help but notice the glistening sheen that coated the length of his member. Mi So’s saliva, now shimmering under the office lights, gave it an almost wet, inviting look. It was a stark and undeniable reminder of the intimate act they had so unexpectedly stumbled upon. A collective swallow went down their throats, an involuntary reaction to the primal scene unfolding before them.

For Ji Ah, the shock was quickly followed by a rush of confused and slightly scandalized thoughts. This was Vice President Yoo Shik, her boss, a respected figure in the company. And Mi So… the President’s girlfriend. It was a betrayal on multiple levels, a scandalous affair that was happening right here in the office. But despite her initial shock, her eyes couldn’t help but linger on the impressive display of Yoo Shik’s manhood. A strange heat flickered within her, a fleeting thought of what it might feel like. She quickly pushed the image away, her loyalty to the President resurfacing, but the seed of that forbidden curiosity had been planted.

JI AH

For Yoo Mi, the reaction was different. While there was an initial surprise at the unexpected sight, a wave of… something else… washed over her. She had always thought of Young Joon as being somewhat reserved, perhaps even a little inexperienced when it came to this side of things. Seeing Yoo Shik’s cock so openly displayed, so obviously potent and capable of eliciting such a reaction from Mi So, painted a different picture of the male form. Her mind couldn’t help but wander, imagining what it might feel like to have such a substantial piece of masculinity inside her. A warmth spread through her lower abdomen, a sensation that was both unexpected and undeniably arousing. She quickly looked away, a blush creeping up her neck, feeling a strange mix of embarrassment and a newfound curiosity. The image of Yoo Shik’s hard cock, glistening with Mi So’s saliva, remained burned in her mind. It was a sight that was both shocking and, in a way she didn’t quite understand, undeniably captivating. The air in the office, already thick with the remnants of the interrupted intimacy, now felt charged with the unspoken thoughts and desires that had suddenly sprung to life in the minds of both women.

Mi So’s voice trembled as she tried to explain, her hands fluttering uselessly in front of her bare chest. “Unnie… Ji Ah-ssi… it’s not what it looks like…” But the sight of her nipples, hard and erect from Yoo Shik’s earlier attention, and the obvious wet patch on her skirt where her pussy was still leaking, made her words ring hollow even to her own ears. It was pretty clear exactly what it looked like.

What happened next, however, was the last thing Mi So expected. Yoo Mi and Ji Ah exchanged a quick glance, a silent communication passing between them. Then, Yoo Mi reached behind her and turned the lock on the office door with a decisive click. Mi So’s eyes widened in surprise. This wasn’t the reaction she had anticipated. She had expected anger, maybe shock and immediate reporting, but this… this was different.

Yoo Mi then began to walk slowly towards them, her gaze never leaving Yoo Shik’s still-proudly erect cock. Ji Ah followed closely behind, her own eyes fixed on the same spot. They moved with a strange sort of fascination, their earlier shock seemingly replaced by an intense curiosity.

Reaching Yoo Shik, Yoo Mi hesitated for only a moment before her hand reached out, her fingertips lightly brushing against the thick shaft of his penis. Her touch was tentative at first, almost exploratory, but then she gently curled her fingers around it, examining its size and firmness with a look of open curiosity on her face. Her eyes flicked up to meet Yoo Shik’s for a brief moment, a hint of something unreadable in their depths.

At the same time, Ji Ah took a step closer to Mi So, her gaze still glued to Yoo Shik’s cock. Then, to Mi So’s utter astonishment, Ji Ah leaned forward, her face coming within inches of Yoo Shik’s erection, her eyes wide with a blatant curiosity that left Mi So completely stunned. This was not the reaction of shocked colleagues about to report an affair. This felt… different. Very different.

Finally, breaking the stunned silence, Yoo Mi’s gaze shifted from Yoo Shik’s still-prominent erection to Mi So’s wide, shocked eyes. A small, almost shy smile touched her lips. “Mi So-ssi,” she said, her voice surprisingly gentle, “both Ji Ah and I… well, we can certainly pretend we didn’t see anything. We can just forget this ever happened.”

Mi So blinked, hope flickering in her eyes. Maybe they would just leave, pretend they hadn't stumbled upon this incredibly compromising scene.

But then Yoo Mi continued, her gaze flicking back down to Yoo Shik’s cock before returning to Mi So. “But… in return… we also want a piece of that inside us.”

The words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken desire and a blatant proposition that made both Mi So and Yoo Shik freeze. Mi So’s mouth dropped open, her mind struggling to process the unexpected turn of events. She had been prepared for anger, for judgment, maybe even for losing her job and her relationship with Young Joon. But this… this was a completely different scenario she hadn’t even considered.

Yoo Shik, on the other hand, felt like he had just stepped into some kind of bizarre, incredibly erotic dream. He could barely believe what he was hearing. Three beautiful, sexy women – Mi So, the woman he’d been secretly enjoying, Ji Ah, whom he had always considered one of the most attractive in the office, and now Jung Yoo Mi, Young Joon’s gorgeous and seemingly sweet childhood friend – all seemingly wanting his cock. His mind reeled. He had thought he was lucky when Mi So had developed this intense obsession with him, sneaking into his office and his bed whenever she could. That alone had felt like winning some kind of forbidden lottery. But now, to have the other most beautiful woman in the office and Young Joon’s close friend also express a desire for him? It felt like he had somehow stumbled into a bizarre form of heaven.

He glanced down at himself, at the thick, hard cock that was still standing proudly, glistening with Mi So’s saliva. He was, by his own estimation, a fairly ordinary-looking man. He wasn’t particularly wealthy or famous. Yet, here he was, the object of desire for these incredible women. How could this be happening to him? He felt a surge of both disbelief and an overwhelming sense of triumph. This was beyond anything he could have ever imagined. The blood pounded in his ears, and his cock throbbed even harder at the thought of the possibilities that now lay before him. The office, just moments ago a scene of potential disaster, now felt charged with an almost electric anticipation.

Mi So finally found her voice, though it was barely a whisper. “Yoo Mi-ssi… are you serious?”

Yoo Mi’s smile softened, and she reached out, her fingers lightly brushing against Yoo Shik’s arm. “Completely serious, Mi So-ssi. We both saw it. And… well, we’re both curious.” She glanced at Ji Ah, who nodded in agreement, her own initial shock having been replaced by a look of intrigued curiosity.

YU MI

Yoo Shik could only stare at the two women, his mind still struggling to fully grasp the situation. This was beyond his wildest fantasies. He had to play this right. He had to be careful not to ruin this unbelievable turn of events. He looked at Mi So, whose expression was a mixture of confusion, shock, and a hint of something else… maybe even a flicker of understanding? He wasn’t sure. But one thing was certain: his ordinary day had just taken a very extraordinary, and incredibly exciting, turn. The prospect of having all three of these beautiful women wanting him was intoxicating, and he couldn’t help but wonder what would happen next. The office suddenly felt a lot smaller, the air thick with unspoken desires and the promise of something incredibly, deliciously forbidden.

Kim Mi So - Park Min Young

Kim Ji Ah

Yu MI 

Yooshik looked at the three sexy women completely naked in front of him and could only gulp at the beauty overload. He never thought he would be this lucky. from the college days he had fucked countless women due to his thick hard cock and many one night stands which he went during the days he can't fuck Miso or other women who calls him to fuck them after getting a taste of it one time. He never thought he would get lucky with three sexy women at once. The three stood there, slightly awkward, never done a foursome before. but still turned on by the thick hard cock in front of them. Yoo Shik smiled and called them over as they slowly moved towards him.

Yu mi's busty body and Mi so's body thier boobs bouncing and ye-jin being the yougest was a bit shy but still came closer seeing the older women getting bold. Yu Mi is on his right, and Ji Ah is on his left. and Mi so directly leaned between his legs looking at his thick erect cock and her fingers traced a line thorugh out his length making his shiver. Miso, her beautiful face a picture of pure desire, looked up at Yooshik, her eyes sparkling with playful anticipation. “Oppa…” she purred, her voice a soft, sultry murmur that made his cock throb even harder. With a slow, deliberate motion, she guided his thick penis towards her parted lips.

Yooshik watched, mesmerized, as she gently took the head of his cock into her mouth. Her lips closed around him, and he felt the immediate warmth and wetness envelop him. Miso’s hands, which had been teasing his shaft, now cupped his balls, gently squeezing and caressing them.

A deep groan escaped Yooshik’s throat as Miso began to work her magic. Her tongue flicked across the sensitive underside of his glans, sending a shiver of delight down his spine. She took more of him into her mouth, her cheeks puffing out as she accommodated his impressive size. The sensation was incredible, the combination of her warm mouth and her gentle touch on his testicles driving him wild.

While Miso pleasured him below, Yooshik continued to play with Yu Mi’s and Ji Ah’s breasts. His hands moved between them, kneading and squeezing their soft flesh, his thumbs teasing their already hard nipples. Both women trembled under his touch, their eyes closed in ecstasy. Soft moans escaped their lips, growing louder as his ministrations intensified.

Yu Mi, her right hand now between her legs, rubbed her swollen clit with increasing fervor, her breathing becoming ragged. Ji Ah, on his left, did the same, her small whimpers filling the air. Their naked bodies pressed against him, their heat and arousal fueling his own growing desire.

Miso was now taking more of his length into her mouth, her lips sliding up and down his shaft with a practiced ease. He could feel the wet slide of her tongue as it danced across his skin, and the gentle pressure of her teeth as she teased the area just below the head. The sensations were becoming almost unbearable, a whirlwind of pleasure that threatened to send him over the edge. He looked down at Miso, her face illuminated by the soft light of his office, her eyes closed in concentration as she expertly pleasured him. He had indeed gotten incredibly lucky.

Yooshik shifted slightly, his attention now fully encompassing the two women standing beside him while Miso’s talented mouth continued its work below. He reached out with his right hand and gently cupped Yu Mi’s generous breast. It felt incredibly soft and full in his palm. Without hesitation, he leaned forward and took her nipple into his mouth.

A deep moan escaped Yu Mi’s lips as his warm, wet mouth closed around her. He sucked gently at first, savoring the taste of her skin, before increasing the pressure, pulling her nipple further into his mouth. His tongue flicked across the sensitive bud, teasing it with a delicate, rhythmic motion. Yu Mi’s knees almost buckled, her hands instinctively reaching up to grip his shoulders for support. Her other hand drifted down between her legs, her fingers finding the wetness that had already begun to pool there, rubbing gently in a rhythm that mirrored Yooshik’s sucking.

With his left hand, Yooshik reached out and gently pinched Ji Ah’s nipples, flicking them lightly with his fingers. Even with the subtle touch, Ji Ah gasped, her body trembling. Her eyes were wide and unfocused, a clear sign that she was quickly becoming overwhelmed by the sensations. Soft, whimpering moans escaped her lips, her breathing becoming shallow and rapid. He could see the wetness already staining the fabric of the chair she had been leaning against, her own hand now exploring her slick folds with increasing urgency. The aphrodisiac, combined with the open display of sexuality, was having a potent effect on her.

Meanwhile, down below, Yooshik’s hips had begun to move involuntarily, responding to the incredible sensations Miso was creating with her mouth and throat. Her talented tongue danced against the head of his cock, and she took him deeper, the warmth and tightness almost unbearable. He could feel her soft breath on his balls as she licked and teased them between sucks, sending shivers of pure delight through his entire body. A low, guttural groan rumbled in his chest as he savored the feeling of her expert ministrations.

Yu Mi continued to moan loudly as Yooshik’s mouth worked on her breast, his tongue circling her areola before returning to flick and suckle her nipple. The combination of the oral pleasure and her hand working between her legs was driving her wild. Her body swayed gently with the rhythm, her head thrown back, her eyes squeezed shut in pure ecstasy.

Ji Ah, on his other side, was completely lost in a daze. Yooshik continued to gently flick and pinch her nipples, and her soft moans grew louder, more unrestrained. Her hand moved faster between her legs, her fingers now probing deeper into her slick, swollen folds. Her breath hitched, and her body tensed as she felt the first waves of pleasure begin to wash over her. The initial shyness had completely vanished, replaced by an open and enthusiastic embrace of the sensual experience. 

Yooshik’s breath hitched as the insistent chime from his desktop echoed through the silent office. “Young Joon,” the notification flashed, and a knot of panic tightened in Yooshik’s stomach. He snatched his hands away from Yu Mi and Ji Ah’s slick skin, his mouth parting abruptly from Yu Mi’s now-engorged nipple, the sudden cessation causing both women to exhale a soft sound of disappointment.

Miso, her lips still moist from where she’d been about to taste him, froze, her eyes widening with a flicker of alarm at Young Joon’s name. “Oppa?” she breathed, the word a near-silent question hanging in the charged air.

With his cock still throbbing, a prominent vein pulsing visibly beneath the skin, Yooshik moved quickly towards his desk. The notification stared back at him – a face-to-face video meeting request, scheduled to begin in mere moments. A silent curse escaped his lips; this was unavoidable.

Miso, however, seemed to have made a decision. Her earlier apprehension vanished, replaced by a mischievous gleam in her eyes. Her gaze darted between Yooshik’s still-hard penis and the door. A silent dare passed between them. With a swift, silent movement, she dropped to her hands and knees and disappeared under the large mahogany desk, the soft office carpet cushioning her bare skin.

Yu Mi and Ji Ah exchanged a knowing glance, their eyes still heavy with desire. The thought of leaving Yooshik, and the thrilling tension of the moment, was too potent to resist. With a shared, silent understanding, they too followed Miso, their naked bodies disappearing beneath the desk in a rustle of soft skin against fabric.

Beneath the expansive desktop, the air immediately grew warmer, thick with the musky scent of their combined arousal mingling with the sterile office air. Three pairs of eyes, wide and expectant, stared up at Yooshik’s straining erection. Miso, directly in front of him, her lips slightly parted and glistening, reached out a slow, deliberate hand. Her fingertips, still damp, gently traced the underside of his shaft, a feather-light touch that sent a shiver down Yooshik’s spine and made his jaw clench. Yu Mi, kneeling to his right, her large, dark nipples now rock-hard and almost brushing against his thigh through his trousers, let out a barely audible whimper. Ji Ah, positioned slightly behind them to his left, her younger face a mixture of shy curiosity and burgeoning boldness, reached out a trembling hand and tentatively brushed the head of his penis with her fingertips, the shy touch sending a jolt of raw electricity through him.

Yooshik quickly slid his executive chair forward, ensuring that only his clothed upper half would be visible to Young Joon’s webcam. He took a deep breath, trying to project an air of calm professionalism that belied the erotic chaos unfolding just inches below. His heart pounded against his ribs, a frantic rhythm against the composed facade he was attempting to maintain. He glanced down discreetly, the sight of Miso’s gaze locked on his cock, her tongue subtly peeking out between her lips, sent another wave of heat flooding through him. Yu Mi’s heavy breathing was now audible, and he could see the slight tremor in Ji Ah’s hand as she continued her tentative exploration. The tension under the desk was almost palpable, a hidden world of naked flesh and barely suppressed desires about to collide with the mundane reality of a business meeting. Yooshik’s internal monologue was a chaotic mix of disbelief, exhilaration, and a healthy dose of fear at the sheer audacity of the situation. Young Joon’s girlfriend, along with two other incredibly willing women, were kneeling at his feet, ready to indulge his every whim, all while he was about to engage in a virtual business meeting.

Young Joon's handsome face filled the screen, his usual friendly demeanor in place. “Ah, Yooshik! Thanks for taking this call on short notice,” Young Joon said, his voice clear and professional.

Yooshik managed a tight smile, trying to project an air of calm that belied the erotic storm brewing beneath his desk. He could feel the tension in Miso’s hand just before she released his cock at the sound of Young Joon’s voice, a silent acknowledgement of the precarious situation they were in. Now, with his legs slightly wider than usual, he felt the immediate warmth of Miso’s breath against his scrotum. Her lips closed around one testicle, her tongue gently circling it, and a low, muffled sound escaped her throat. Yooshik’s stomach clenched, a wave of intense pleasure washing over him.

At the same time, on either side of his thick shaft, the soft, wet sensations of Yu Mi and Ji Ah’s tongues began their exploration. Yu Mi, positioned to his right, ran her tongue slowly up the underside of his penis, from the base towards the sensitive head, teasing the frenulum with delicate flicks. On his left, Ji Ah was equally intent, her tongue tracing the top side, her breath warm against his skin. The dual assault was almost overwhelming, every nerve ending in his cock suddenly hyper-sensitized. He could feel the contrast between the gentle lapping of their tongues and the more intense suction from Miso below.

He opened his mouth to respond to Young Joon, forcing himself to concentrate on the conversation. “No problem at all, Young Joon-ah. Always happy to connect.” His voice sounded a touch strained, even to his own ears, and he hoped Young Joon wouldn’t notice.

Beneath the desk, Miso had now taken his other testicle into her mouth, her skilled tongue alternating between them, creating a rhythmic, incredibly arousing sensation. Yu Mi and Ji Ah continued their synchronized exploration of his shaft, their tongues occasionally brushing against each other, adding another layer of unexpected sensation. Yooshik’s knuckles were white as he gripped the edge of his desk, fighting with every fiber of his being to suppress the loud groan that threatened to erupt from his chest. The triple attack of talented tongues was far more intense than he had anticipated. He focused on a point just above Young Joon’s head on the screen, trying to maintain eye contact and appear engaged in the conversation about project timelines. It was the most difficult acting performance of his life.

Yooshik’s forced smile plastered on his face felt like it might crack. Under the mahogany desk, the three women were going to town on his cock. Miso had his balls deep in her throat, sucking and swirling her tongue around them like she was trying to extract every last drop of his seed before it even had a chance to surface. He could feel her lips creating a tight seal, the pressure almost painful in its intensity, but in a way that made his dick throb with a desperate need.

Above, Yu Mi and Ji Ah were tag-teaming his hard-on. Yu Mi was a pro, her tongue gliding up and down the length, coating it in a thick slickness, paying extra attention to the sensitive ridge, flicking it with expert precision. Ji Ah, though a little less experienced, was eager to please, mimicking Yu Mi’s movements on the opposite side, her hot breath ghosting over his skin. Their combined attention was making his cock feel like it was about to explode. He could practically feel the pre-cum slicking his shaft, a testament to their skilled ministrations.

“Right, Young Joon-ah,” Yooshik managed, his voice a strained whisper, “about those marketing strategies…” His gaze was fixed on the screen, but all his focus was on the incredible sensations rocking his body. He could feel Miso’s hand now creeping up his thigh, her fingernails lightly scratching the inside of his leg, a subtle tease that made his breath hitch. Yu Mi’s head bobbed with a practiced rhythm, and he could feel her taking more of his length into her mouth, the warmth and tightness almost unbearable. Ji Ah let out a soft, muffled moan, her lips now firmly latched onto the head of his cock, sucking with a surprising intensity.

Yooshik’s jaw was clenched so tight it ached. He could feel his cock swelling even more, straining against the confines of his trousers. He fought back the urge to thrust his hips, knowing the slightest movement would be visible to Young Joon. The risk of discovery was a razor’s edge, adding an extra layer of eroticism to the already outrageous scene. He could only offer fragmented sentences to Young Joon, hoping the connection wasn’t too clear and that his occasional pauses would be attributed to thought rather than the three pairs of lips currently working him under the table. This was beyond anything he had ever imagined, the sweetness of forbidden pleasure heightened by the very real danger of getting caught.

Young Joon leaned back in his virtual chair, a slight frown creasing his handsome forehead. “Actually, have you seen Miso today? I haven’t been able to reach her since this morning. Her phone just keeps going to voicemail.”

Under the table, Miso’s ministrations faltered for a split second before resuming with a renewed vigor, as if to emphasize her current whereabouts. Yooshik’s heart skipped a beat. He had to play this carefully. “Ah, Miso-yah… yes, she was here earlier, Young Joon-ah.” He hoped his voice sounded casual. “She actually met up with Yu Mi. You know, she mentioned she might swing by.”

“Oh, really?” Young Joon seemed slightly surprised. “Yu Mi-ssi came by too? I was actually planning on calling her later about that script.”

Yooshik could feel Yu Mi’s tongue tracing the underside of his glans with a deliberate slowness, and he had to fight to keep a groan from escaping his lips. “Yeah, they… uh… they connected. And Ji Ah joined them too. The three of them actually decided to grab some lunch together. A little… private meal, you could say.” He emphasized the word “private” with a suggestive lilt, hoping it would steer Young Joon away from asking further questions.

Under the table, Miso’s sucking intensified, her lips creating a tight seal around his balls, pulling and releasing with a rhythm that was driving him insane. Yu Mi’s head bobbed with a practiced motion, and he could feel her taking more and more of his length into her mouth, her tongue dancing against his frenulum. Ji Ah, on his left, had become bolder, her small hands now gripping his thighs, squeezing and releasing in time with her eager sucking.

“A private meal, huh?” Young Joon chuckled, a hint of amusement in his voice. “Well, as long as they’re all having fun. Miso can be a bit… elusive sometimes.”

Yooshik’s cock twitched violently as Miso’s teeth grazed the underside of his shaft. “Yes, they’re… definitely enjoying themselves, Young Joon-ah. A real… feast,” he added, the double entendre thick in the air. He watched as Young Joon’s expression remained oblivious, and he let out a silent sigh of relief. The risk was astronomical, but the reward was currently three sets of incredibly talented lips working him over under his very nose.

Beneath the table, Miso shifted her position slightly, her hands now sliding further up his thighs, her nails lightly scratching the inside of his leg, sending shivers of pure sensation through him. Yu Mi’s ministrations grew more fervent, her sucking becoming deeper and more insistent. Ji Ah, emboldened by the older women, had taken the full head of his cock into her mouth, her cheeks puffed out as she worked him with surprising intensity. Yooshik’s grip on the edge of his desk tightened until his knuckles were white. He could feel the pre-cum slicking his shaft, a testament to the incredible sensations rocking his body. He focused on a point just above Young Joon’s head on the screen, trying to maintain eye contact and appear engaged in the conversation about project timelines. It was the most difficult and most erotic balancing act of his entire life. He could barely string together coherent sentences, his mind completely consumed by the wet, wild sensations erupting from below.

Yooshik clenched his jaw tighter, his forced smile on screen feeling like a grotesque mask. Under the table, the three women were relentless. Miso’s suction on his balls was becoming more aggressive, her lips pulling and tugging like she was trying to milk every last drop of pleasure from him. He could feel her fingers now tracing the seam of his trousers, edging closer to the zipper, a silent promise of more to come.

Above, Yu Mi’s head bobbed with a rhythmic frenzy, her talented mouth working the length of his shaft with a practiced expertise. He could feel the slickness of her saliva coating his skin, the warmth of her breath, and the way her touch was becoming more demanding, taking him deeper and deeper into her hot, wet cavern. Ji Ah, mimicking Yu Mi’s movements, was also becoming bolder, her little hands now stroking his thighs with increasing confidence, her breathy whimpers a constant reminder of the incredible act unfolding beneath the professional veneer of his video call.

“So, about that merger…” Young Joon continued, oblivious to the seismic activity occurring below the frame.

“Right, the merger,” Yooshik repeated, his voice sounding thick and strained, like he was trying to suppress a cough. He could feel Miso’s tongue now flicking the underside of his shaft, right where it met the head, a sensation so intense it almost made him buck in his chair. He had to consciously control his movements, every muscle in his body tense with the effort.

Under the desk, the three women seemed to be operating with a silent, intuitive understanding. Just as Miso’s suction on his balls reached a fever pitch, Yu Mi increased the pace of her head movements, and Ji Ah’s hands slid further up his thighs, her fingernails lightly raking his inner skin, sending shivers of pure, raw sensation through him. He almost lost it when Miso’s teeth grazed the sensitive skin just below his glans, a sharp, electrifying shock that made his eyes water. He swallowed hard, forcing himself to focus on the pixelated image of Young Joon on his screen. This was insane. Utterly, gloriously insane.

Yoo Shik came with a groan due to the three, he masked it with coughing and young joon asking if he had caught a cold. he pumped loads and loads of cum to yu mi's mouth almost over flowing and leaking from her mouth.

Yooshik leaned back in his chair, his body still slightly trembling from the powerful orgasm that had just ripped through him. He hoped the coughing fit he’d faked had sounded convincing enough to Young Joon, who was now asking if he’d caught a cold. “Just a little tickle in my throat, Young Joon-ah, nothing to worry about,” Yooshik managed, his voice still a bit shaky.

Under the desk, the scene was pure, unadulterated filth. He’d shot a massive load, and Yu Mi’s mouth was practically overflowing with his hot, sticky cum. He could see a thick, milky stream clinging to her lips, threatening to spill down her chin. But Miso and Ji Ah were like hungry little scavengers, their mouths immediately latching onto Yu Mi’s, sucking and slurping up the precious fluid, not letting a single drop go to waste. The sight of them greedily sharing his spunk was enough to make his dick twitch again, still throbbing from its recent release.

Miso, her lips glistening with his jism, then pressed a wet, open-mouthed kiss onto Yu Mi, forcing the remaining cum between their mouths. A low, guttural moan escaped Yu Mi’s throat as she swallowed some and then passed the rest onto Ji Ah, who eagerly accepted the sloppy kiss, her own mouth now coated in Yooshik’s seed. They were completely lost in their little world of shared fluids, their tongues dancing together, licking up every last bit of his ejaculate like it was the most delicious treat imaginable.

Yooshik watched them from above, a mixture of disbelief and utter arousal swirling within him. He had Young Joon, a key client, on a video call, discussing serious business matters, while beneath his very desk, his girlfriend and two other hot women were engaged in a depraved, cum-sharing orgy. The sheer audacity of it all was incredibly arousing. He had to focus, had to keep his composure for a few more minutes. Young Joon was wrapping up his part of the discussion.

“Alright, hyung, that all sounds good,” Young Joon said, stretching in his chair. “Let’s plan to finalize everything next week. And tell Miso I said hi when you see her later.”