#yeji smut

Getting her teary-eyed, sloppy with it; manhandling her by the hair, stretching out her jaw, feeling her throat gag while you work yourself in and out of the most divine set of lips; sliding deep until her drool's lacquering your balls and it's all too much.

She just looks up at you: would be grinning if your cock wasn't keeping her mouth busy, would be laughing if you weren't choking every squeal back into her, but it's her eyes doing the real work—sharp, wicked; lit with the most depraved fucking intentions.

You've only really known her for a week, but you get her message loud and clear:

“That all you got?”

Like she's winning. Like she's not the one between your legs, poolside, half-submerged, a natural on her knees. One-piece swimsuit hugging nice and snug, fingers digging into your thighs, tears streaming clean down naked cheeks, gasping for air.

You tug her head back, lips gliding off you until your shaft's slipping out—there's a thick strand that follows, saliva bridging her swollen lips to your cockhead, catching the underwater lights, shiny sheen in the dark.

Her chest heaves, nylon pulls tight across her tits; she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, it's purely for show—she clearly has little problem getting a bit messy.

And yeah—there's the grin.

You try to slap it off her face with your cock.

“Too much for you?” Yeji asks; and it's probably the first complete sentence you've heard from her pretty mouth.

—

All you've got is half an hour ago: you, stepping out of your suite—Yeji, stepping out of hers. Your temporary next-door neighbour, wrapped in a hotel towel with two thin straps tied at the back of her neck, barely hanging on. A flick of the wrist, that's all it would take.

Would be the closest you'd been to her—except for your adjoining balconies, side-by-side, where you're pretty goddamn certain she'd timed herself to your smoke breaks.

Night after night, leaning over the railing to catch a buzz from her side, a breath through the gap; little choked-off whimpers starting up the same second as your lighter and climbing, shameless and pornographic, until the cigarette had burned down to your fingers.

But face-to-face? She stared you down, dead-to-rights, and let the towel drop.

Gave you a full look at her—that sinful silhouette flooding fantasies into your frontal cortex—shit like getting those long smooth legs over your shoulders; your teeth in the swell of her perky high tits; thumbs digging into the plane of her ridged abs to span that ridiculously tiny waist; just tearing that monochrome chequered swimsuit off her and using her, like every inch of her, head-to-toe, is demanding you take her right fucking now—lips, hips, eyes screaming sex, screaming fuck me, screaming—why am I not already impaled on your big, fat cock?

Putting to shame every single image you'd conjured to accompany the self-fucked schlick-schlick-schlick she'd been piping through your window; until she tired of your slack-jawed, dumbfounded, goon-brained stare, tilted her chin towards the elevator and asked—“Going up?”

(Got your hands on her before the doors shut, looped your tongue around hers and wrenched it out of her mouth, pinned her spine to the handrail—determined to find where to touch to convince her that next time she should just jump balcony-to-balcony, seventy-something storeys up, and hand the heavy burden of making her cum her brains out to someone who doesn't need their batteries replaced.)

—

To now: top floor, infinity pool, suite access only, dark and empty this late past midnight.

You'd have followed her off the roof if she'd tipped her chin at the edge. Basically what she's asking you to do now, busy tonguing the question into the underside of your cock.

“Jesus—fuck—Yeji—” you groan, ripped from your throat, music to her ears.

“You know me?” She hums, lips vibrating along your shaft, curving wider—kinda thing that really fucks you up: lidded eyes, sloppy spit-soaked smile wrapped around the girth of you. Cheeks going hollow, seeing if you can find something to fill them with.

“Looked you up,” slips from you, because, yeah, she's so obviously someone—just how she carries herself, type of girl with a gravity, someone worth idolising. “It didn't take long.”

“Shame,” she says. “I kinda liked the idea of us being perfect strangers.”

“We basically are,” you try, rescuing the thought before it turns to mush with the rest of your brain when her tongue draws a wide stripe from behind your balls, up and over, performs an obscene manoeuvre at the head. “You still don't know my name.”

“True.” She comes up; presses a kiss to your tip, tongue flickering over the beads that seep out, savouring your flavour. “Though something tells me you'll have me screaming it in—oh, five minutes?”

“Two,” you answer, and you're detached, sliding into the water next to her, both hands to her waist, fingertips pressed into that flat stomach (you'll make it bulge soon enough). Ignoring that raised eyebrow, the smirk, the oh, please lead the way, handsome stranger.

A split-second eye-to-eye is all you get for now—so take it: chin tipped up, flawless features soaked and moon-lit. Lashes flecked and clumped, cheekbones that'll scar you, a mouth so soft on a face this wrecked—just stops you dead.

(Yeji from your research, from next door, from now—out from the photographs and fantasies and it's a total catastrophe, more than enough to pull you under and hold you there until it's all you have to breathe.)

That's the taste you get; drink it in then hoist her up, spin her, get her squealing for the first time. Pulling her half out of the pool to brace against the vanishing glass—where it all just stops: water trickling quietly over the lip, the whole city strewn out beneath.

You run a hand over a cheek, unhurried, proprietary. That generous handful, cut to measure—porcelain, pristine, peachy-fucking-keen.

“So. How would you like to be fucked tonight?”

Doesn't even bother turning; throws it out into the air. “Haven't you been listening? I gave you six nights of notes—put them to use.”

Fair enough. “Spread your legs. Hands out.”

You fold her over, palms to the infinity edge; she goes with it easy, gets prone like she's done it in her head a thousand times already. Flawless fuckdoll, posable and pliable, all the perverse shit only the most perfect girls can stir; and there it is—the entire problem, presented.

That tight, firm ass.

You could weep. But things are already wet enough.

Got her hitched up and arched, cheeks pulled taut; gleaming, calling you, siren's song under the starlight. A clean deep line running down the curve of her, and lower and lower and lower. One touch and you know you'll find her drenched. Ripe and open. Fated since that first late check-in.

You need both hands, spreading her open with your thumbs, feeling her flex whole against your palm, watching her clench under the attention.

Taking a sec. A pretty girl's asshole always deserves a level of reverence. It's only good manners.

She clocks the hesitation. Turns her head, ganders over her shoulder. Rolls into your grip—slow. “Knew it.”

Yeah, there's no denying it—you're already pulling the swimsuit over to the side, testing the stretch, peeling it over her right cheek to get a proper view. “Guilty. Not like you've made it easy for me.”

“And yet it still took you this long,” she says—but so what, you've always been one to wait until the water's warm before dipping a toe in. “Just how much are you—”

“An ass guy? Well, for the right one—” You dip low, let the water raise her hips higher, wade in to press her knees to the wall so you can bless the chlorine and salt and skin with a long, lingering kiss. “Incurable. Terminal.”

“So it's a pre-existing condition,” she says, cause, duh, she loves playing the tease, being the centre of attention; her whole occupation. “Since when?”

“It's a whole chronic thing. Flares up seasonally.”

“Seasonally.” Ecstatic; plays with it around her tongue. “Like around the holidays?”

“Something like that. Or I guess, whenever an ass like yours comes around.”

“Charmer,” and it all gets lost in a gasp when you map that unholy crack splitting her in two—from where she's pinkest, sopping, waiting God knows how long, up to the spot she's braced for—and she jolts, frantic and filthy; a whine you push clean through and out her throat.

“Says the girl that's been shoving it in my face ever since I got here.” Just holding her—shivering against your lips, buzzing beneath your tongue—nose buried deep in the undeniably tightest hole that's haunted your entire stay.

She mumbles, then laughs, already breathless; throws your line back at you: “Guess I'm guilty, too.”

(And Yeji's really been your fucking doom—bent over a gym fountain a second too long; ducking into a sauna with a towel desperately hanging on; letting her panties ride up at the buffet line—sending you a wink back, like yeah, you're welcome, catch you at the next loop of amenities.

Gifting you just enough of a taste to put you on edge, type of shit a guy like you can barely handle; forcing you to do the only thing you really could—go back to your room and run the images filthy through every possible scenario while listening to her on the other side.

Fantasies, from top to bottom: following her into the gym showers, fucking her against the tiles with the water still running. Stripping her in the empty cedar heat and sucking the sweat between her toes, right out her pits, drinking what collects along her spine. Bending her over the breakfast bar, scattering the little jam jars, spreading her open right there over the pastries while she's gripping the countertops and telling you to hurry, hurry, hurry—

Well. You've got your buffet now.)

“At least I know you're not boring.” Yeji coos; another slow suggestion, grinding against your nose, down to your chin. “Won't just lay me down, fuck me nice, tuck me in, right?”

“That's not really on the menu.”

“No? What is?”

You laugh between her cheeks, low and mean into her puckered hole; like nice is even an option, like there's another version of all this: drinks at the bar, dinner downstairs, you making a mockery of smart-casual, her in some sheer cocktail dress.

Nah. Fuck that—it'd still end with her in a toilet stall the moment she turned and bent over, silk pulled taut, giving you the slope and the shape and the tuck of her cheeks at the tops of those long legs.

So you settle with: “I think it's pretty fucking obvious, Yeji.”

“Thought so.”

It's holy work; gaping her open with just your mouth. Tentative, then thorough—tongue flat and dragging, then the tip pushed up and in, working spit into that tight ring until it softens and gives. Getting your mouth filthy with it—chin slick, slobbering, chlorine tang giving way until it's just her, Yeji, keening, rocking back onto your lips.

Trying to fuck your face proper, letting you—practically begging you—devour her best you can, until the sun's up and the chemicals in this pool aren't nearly enough to wash off what you've done to her.

She cries out; wails, guttural and nonsensical but you get the gist. The last of her dignity leaving her—ass higher, chasing the thing girls like her are supposed to pretend they're too composed to want; some rough stranger to rearrange their stomachs, fuck them truly brainless.

Makes sense to offer her something to really wrap her pink lips around; slurring it right into where she's tilted up and open and demanding, more honest than her mouth's been all night: “Want to know who I am now?”

“God—” is a good start, might as well be on the money with how you're making her feel; but she's already drifting lanes when your tongue takes another lap. “Yes, fucking—tell me what to scream—”

You give her your name. Then, a spit-slick thumb, sinking knuckle-deep into her cunt—so, so easy, she's soaked enough to take three.

“Oh-fucking-shit—” she whines, wails out; sliding herself down your tongue.

Simply getting her off: thumb curling inside that sopping slit, tongue twisting into her ass; two different rhythms that have Yeji grinding down onto one and back on the other, can't pick, doesn't have to.

Until she's clenching on both at once, flooding your lips, your hand. Cumming apart, so shameless, so noisy, letting every insomniac know who it is that's wrecking their sleep schedules vis-à-vis fucking up Yeji's tightest hole.

Yeah. It sounds so sweet wailed from Yeji's lungs.

So keen to hear it more, over and over, gonna fuck it out of her in every octave.

That has you pulling her along the side to the shallow end, the steps at the corner. Rimmed boneless, happy to be plucked and placed at your discretion—which is a step higher, heart-shaped ass just above the water, buoyant, begging to be broken.

“Where are we going,” she's mumbling, not really asking.

“Somewhere with better traction. Pool water's not the greatest lube. Won't be able to fuck you right.”

“So romantic.”

“I have my priorities.”

Priorities which amount to getting up on your feet, wet cockhead notched against her saliva-soaked hole, pressing at that insanely tight squeeze.

Fuck. It just makes you smile. It makes Yeji laugh.

“What's so funny?”

“Just—” she starts; bending as you please, happily at your mercy, as good as girls get. “One-track mind, aren't you?”

And that gets you to laugh back. Drag the head of your cock down to her cuntlips, making her shiver, before levelling it where you really want it. “Can't help who I am.”

“You could at least pretend to have other interests.”

“Could. Won't. Sorry.”

“Too late to apologise, anyway,” she curses, all fuck-tipsy, “Just gotta find a way to make up for it.”

Yeji opens for you—slow, grudging; the head of you nestled against her then past, breaching, the agonising stretch. Pale around the widest part of you. Tiny little ring, straining to take a brand-new shape.

Each push forces these exhales out of her, shoulder blades pinching together, spine dipping low, and you can hear her teeth grit as she spits—no, she's drooling into the water beneath.

Whining, whimpering through it all, repeating a mantra that gets your blood pumping, cock-to-brain: “so-stupidly-big-so-fucking-good—”

The fucking feel of it. Searing clutch beyond reason, seizing everything it can take, won't give an inch without a fight. Making you work for it.

Her tiny frame trying to decide—keep you out or drink you in—until Yeji cries out something biblical and makes her choice; taking your name, twisting it round her tongue, pulling it as wide as it'll go, until you're seated to the hilt and there's nothing left of it at all.

Mouth agape, lips hanging open. This airy gasp. Fed so fucking full.

You lose her for a moment, somewhere below her own surface, submerged in it all.

Reach down for her: “Yeji?”

“Mm—” and she surfaces, glassy eyes blinking open to find you behind her; shy school-girl crush or insatiable slut, who's to say. The same taunt calls it for the latter—”That all you got?”

You match her smile. “Think you can handle more?”

“I've been handling worse than you in my head all week.” She grins, brilliant, defiant, delirious and spoiling for more; squeezes her ass around you for good measure. “Catch up.”

Game on, starter-pistol fired—pulling almost all the way out, the sight of her clinging on, rim dragging up your shaft, trying to follow.

And then driving your cock all the way fucking home.

Good news—Yeji's got her voice back; screams skimming over the water and plummeting down the building below. You give her no space to shape it into anything but a beg; a plea, one-syllable slurs fucked apart as you set your rhythm.

Something about your cock: size, shape, ability to stretch her so fucking wide and kill any chance of sitting normally for a good while—your hips cracking into her ass hard enough to make it jump, wet swimsuit snapping against the underside of her cheek, the slap, smack of you bottoming out ringing across the empty rooftop.

Yeji happily lets it happen.

“Christ, yes—” throwing her fine ass back to meet you; every pound, piston, piledrive you fuck into her, over and over, “—use me—do anything you fucking want. Bet it's better than any fucking cigarette.”

And this is the real gift of a stranger: no rules either of you signed, no history to handle gently, nothing owed come morning.

You could do anything.

Mark her up, pull her hair, hands around her throat.

The selfish squeeze around you is all the green light you need.

Digging your fingers into the top of her swimsuit, wrenching it down. All that black and white slicking off her wet skin, setting her tiny tits free, nipples going stiff; fabric bunching uselessly at her waist.

“Fuck—” cut off from her when you gather the swimsuit-turned-reins, haul her hips flush; balls-deep in her ass until the sobs choke down into—“More.”

So needy. You bring your palm down on her cheek, a crack across the rooftop. Seeing your handprint bloom pink; a nice little souvenir, something to find in the mirror tomorrow.

“I know you can do better than that,” she needles, primed for worse. “All that eye-fucking and now you go shy on me—”

The other cheek—harder—breaking the taunt into a whiny moan.

“Getting there, but—” she recovers, something mean and vicious being prepped, something that'll deserve punishment; spat back at you with what's left of that grin, “—why are you still fucking me like you're going to see me again?”

Well.

Pulling your hips back; raising your palm high—and cracking both down faster than friction should allow, harder than you should; chasing that fucked-out-pain-pleasure hissed from her lips that means you're finally getting it right.

“Careful.” You reach, fist a wet rope of her hair, wind it once around your knuckles and pull. “You're gonna make me do some shit we both can't take back.”

“Was that supposed to be a threat?” No hesitation. “I fucking dare you.”

(And that's the thing you've had backwards all week. The whole framing, actually. You've been running this as your fixation—your fetish, your problem to drag back to the room and handle quietly, like you'd packed some shame in your suitcase.

When really she's the one who said take it before you'd laid a finger on her. This cockdrunk, corridor-gaped, irreversibly drilled idol folded over a ledge getting her ass carved out—as if you ever had a say in the matter.)

“You dare me?” You push in deep, wincing at the squeeze, the choke; the slap of your balls against her pussy and she's crying, fucking filth filling your ears. “No, babe—you'll beg me.”

Yeji's straight-up creaming for it, so messy; cunt empty yet spilling anyway, running thick down the inside of her thighs, dripping off her pussy into the water below.

Barely touching her pussy at all—this is all ass. But it's turning her inside-out, wet enough to clog the pool's gutters as surely as you're clogging Yeji's.

Landing you on a diagnosis for your apparently flighty fuck-buddy. You deliver it straight away: “Anal slut.”

That has her head whipping around, scandalised, hilarious to act like this now; like she shouldn't be updating her resume to pitch-perfect anal-cocksleeve.

“Excuse me—”

Another pound, another spank; real fucking joy in railing the comeback out of her before she can land it.

“What did you call me?”

“Don't backtrack.” Getting deep this time. Right where she's hottest, plundering your way into that needy mess, letting it all sit. “Dirty little anal slut. That's who you really are.”

“I—”

“Acting like you're here being very busy, very professional—celebrity bullshit.” You bottom out; she chokes, remembers your fucking name and tries to burst your eardrums with it. “But you were really trying to find this.” Mouth at her ear, the grip of her ass tells you she can feel every word fucked into the back of her skull. “Tell me I'm wrong.”

Nothing comes out—nothing can, apparently. The air's gone from her lungs, whatever she had to say strangled somewhere on the way up. This mouthy little anal slut so thoroughly stunned you almost feel bad for her.

Almost.

Spanking her back to life. Palm to her cheeks, trying to resuscitate her—get a little juice back in her, enough to see your girl through to the end.

“Yes—” and there's the plumbing breaking, pool flooding, ready to overflow; has to recite the unholy porn-star's prayer, just to let you know: “—fuck, yes, fine, I'm your anal slut, I'm your—I don't even care. I'm your filthy little anal whore. Do it. Ruin me. Treat me like I fucking deserve—”

There she is.

You reward her (reward yourself, really) with everything—on that brutal borderline—the give and take; thick throbs in her aching asshole, pincer pulses back, a fuck-fight in the dark—marble-sculptured ass turned impressionistic watercolour; every shade of purple and red bruising and marking her skin.

“So deep—oh that's not fair, that's—I'm gonna—I'm—”

It's all going to shit—she's getting greedier and greedier with each go, messily squelching and squeezing, gonna be no other way out of this besides flooding her sphincter with enough cum hoping to slide your way out.

“Every night, making me listen, putting on a fucking show,” you tell her, intent on staking your cock into every square-inch of Yeji's rear-real-estate. “Just for this—so I'd know how you sound when you're fucked right. Now look at you.”

“Yes—God, yes, keep it, keep it exactly—”

It's a dead ringer—hearing it up close instead of through the window. Yeji on edge, about to cum, and now you get the full picture of it, the raw feel—knees giving out under her, hands that stop bracing and start clawing, ass that pushes her full weight onto you and makes it your job to see it through—

—and an urgent, stupid need hits you: can't let this happen without getting her even closer.

Reaching for the swimsuit still bunched at her hips—hopelessly stretched out and loose, ready for its last job. Hauling her up by it, hand over hand, until her back comes up and slaps against your chest. Don't even have to tug to manage it, just an honest suggestion—come up, join me, let me fix this geometry and fuck you into next year.

Bent-over becomes upright, and upright leaves her with nowhere to go but down on your cock, deeper into her ass. Gravity doing you every favour—sinking that tight body until she's feeling all of you and you're bulging right through her.

Snaking your hands free, one finds a tit—palming, groping, laying claim, thumb dragging rough over a nipple; she curves whole into it. Throat working around nothing at all, and that just won't do—two fingers under her jaw to turn her head, to find your mouth, your tongue, been waiting for her this whole time.

“You could've just said you wanted to look at me,” she manages, when your tongue slips from the corner of her mouth, lining her jaw, her neck, lost investigating her collarbone.

(Through the static of your brain; any neurons that aren't firing on Yeji grinding herself into a puddle on your cock, catching up late to the rest of her and realising it might be more than just her glorious ass.

Bare-faced. Never needed anything to start with. All she's got on is what you or the pool or the ledge put there: hair shoved wrong in a hundred different directions, lips an angry pink, eyes red and full of tears, a mark blooming under her jaw that'll have company in due time.

Just so—

So annoyingly pretty; this girl who's been crying and climaxing for twenty minutes straight cause she fucking loves being thrown around, and is still, no contest, the hottest piece of ass you've ever got your cock in.)

Giggling, laughing into your mouth; gets the idea of what's running through your head when you kiss her again—her lips plush and soft and sweet and yours anything but.

Yeah, maybe she is winning after all.

Pumping her asshole crimson; too hard, too fast, going overboard. You slip backwards, lose your footing, recover somewhere down the steps and into the water without ever slipping free. Her back still against your chest, the pool climbing warm around your bodies and taking you entirely; a forearm banded under her tits and a hand splayed low on her stomach. Weightless. Feet touching nothing at all, still speared on your cock, where else would she go.

“Come on,” she breathes, head lolling back onto your shoulder, like you even need the encouragement. “Just fucking flood my ass.”

Of course you do.

The water can't keep up. It sloshes, climbs, pours over the vanishing edge in fat silver sheets with every slam of your hips, fucking into her swollen ass; the rooftop, your whole world trying to drain itself over the side.

Just as you've found the pace she likes best—rough and mean; stuffing her dumb. Tugging her down to the root, driving up into her on the buoyancy, feeding her ass full of your cock.

“You can feel it—can't you? I'm gonna cum—you're gonna make me cum so hard—you asshole—it's all you—”

“I know. Eyes open.”

“I can't—it's too—it's so much—”

“Should've thought of that before you—fuck—”

And she cums, and it takes the fucking floor with it—dropping clean out from under your feet, nothing stopping you from crashing through each storey but the clutch of her ass.

All of her—Yeji: dancer's build, shoulders, abs, thighs, lovely-little-tits—seizing and staying seized, rigid against your chest, around your cock.

Her ass, her ass, her fucking ass—fucked wide, mercilessly milking you, godforsaken grip, crushing clutches that make you wince, bite your lip, call her things that'd go a step too far for anyone else but land as nothing but praise for this cum-starved hotel hookup.

Pulling you into the deep end with her—no run-up, straight off the springboard.

“Inside—” in pieces, one hand pawing back at your neck, “—give it to me, make me feel it, don't you dare pull out, don't you look away, please in my ass—”

As if there's any other choice.

Up into her, letting go; balls emptying, spewing sperm, cock throbbing out the last of it, heavy load fucked past her guts and packed in tight to stay.

Taking every fucking drop—each spurt landing flush. Her lip quivering, stomach fluttering under your palm, pupils blowing wider cause she just can't stop cumming.

She wants this.

Wants to be watched taking it—blissed-out face she can't help making, the proof of what you've fucked into her, every bit of it witnessed.

Winds up the best it can—Yeji cries out what's left; voice wrung hoarse to one sound, just your name, screamed like it's always been hers instead of a word your tongue branded into her cunt a handful of orgasms ago.

“Take it,” you say—but you mean keep it, because it's all hers, locked and loaded since she looked your way and turned around to make sure you got the complete picture. “All the cum you want—like a good fucking girl.”

You hold her, buried in her, plugging her ass full, smearing it around her insides, until you pull back just enough to catch it well up and spill. Thick and white, squelching out past your cock, wisps in the water before it's all washed away, obscene and glorious and gone.

—

It all goes still—the water, the rooftop, the pool around you both. The pair of you casually floating like you might have really drowned up here.

But whatever, you'll deal with it all later; you're cummed out, spent, she's orgasmed into a higher plane of existence and yet you can't stop touching her: mouth at her chin, her throat, wet along her shoulder and collarbone and it's impossible to imagine ever having your fill.

Her lips find yours, and you realise she might be in the same boat.

“I don't feel like myself anymore,” she states, matter-of-fact, dragging a hand over her own belly, incredulous. Still feeling you twitching inside her ass. Reaching her conclusion: “Perfect fucking strangers.”

You chuckle. After all that. “Still strangers?”

She goes quiet, considering it—thumb worrying at her bottom lip. “Haven't decided. Who knows if you're even half as interesting as your cock?”

“Probably not.”

“Doesn't mean I won't give you the chance to prove me wrong.” Deciding for you already. “Carry me back to my room and we'll work it out from there. Tell me things. What you do. Where you're from. How you got so good with—everything. Then I'll let you know if I'd rather keep you around a little longer.”

You shrug. “Seems a bit backwards, doesn't it?”

“Isn't that how you like it?” The grin resurfaces, sharpening on the challenge.

She hooks an arm around your neck as you lift her out of the water; turning your back on the city, legs locking around your waist on the way up.

“We'll be efficient about it,” she continues, planning it all out; the rest of your night, hopefully the rest of your stay. Her mouth finds your ear, teeth to the cartilage, tongue to the lobe. “Tell me whatever you want. We'll keep going while you talk—I've got an unused cunt you haven't ruined yet, and you already know how many times I can cum in a row.”

“Dive right in, huh?”

"Hello? Anybody home? Where is everyone, what the fuck," she announces to no one in particular, already kicking off her shoes in the entryway and leaving them wherever they land. She's wearing those stupidly low-waisted jeans she refuses to retire and a cropped black top that shows off the belly button piercing she got on impulse two months ago. Her hair is freshly straightened and falling past her shoulders, dark and shiny, and she's got that look on her face. That Friday look. The one that means trouble for everyone within a five-mile radius.

Yeji is sitting at the kitchen table with both hands wrapped around a mug of coffee, still wearing her work clothes. Button-up shirt untucked, sleeves rolled to the elbows, her short blonde hair messy from running her fingers through it all day. She looks like she got hit by a bus and the bus backed up to finish the job.

"Can you not scream when you walk in," Yeji says, not even looking up. "Please. For once."

"Wow. Okay." Yuna drops her bag on the counter and puts a hand on her chest. "That's how you greet your girlfriend? I come all the way here, on a Friday, looking this good, and you give me that energy? Should I just leave? Should I turn around and go?"

"I didn't say leave. I said stop screaming."

"I wasn't screaming, I was speaking excitedly." Yuna walks over, leans down, and plants a loud kiss on Yeji's cheek. She runs her fingers through Yeji's blonde hair, scratching lightly at her scalp. "Still obsessed with this look on you, by the way. The blonde is doing things to me."

"You tell me that every time you see me."

"Because it's true every time I see you." Yuna drops into the chair across from her and immediately pulls her phone out, then puts it face-down on the table like she's making a statement about being present. It lasts about four seconds before she picks it back up, checks something, then puts it down again. "So, tonight. Giselle’s friend is throwing a party at this rooftop spot. That one I’ve been talking about nonstop? This is the one. It’s supposed to be huge, and I already told everyone we're coming.”

Yeji takes a long sip of her coffee. "I just got home."

"And?"

"And I'm tired, Yuna. I've been on my feet since eight this morning."

“You said that last time.” Yuna points at her. “You said ‘I’m tired,’ and we stayed in and watched that mushroom documentary. I didn’t think this would become a pattern.”

“The documentary was actually really interesting,” Yeji counters.

Yuna lets out a slow breath. “Alright,” she says, more serious. “I’m asking you something simple, and I need an actual answer. Are you coming tonight, yes or no?”

Yeji sets the mug down with a quiet clink. “Why is your entire life just getting wasted and going to parties?” she asks. “When are you going to start taking things seriously?”

“Excuse me?” Yuna says, leaning into her chair. “I am very responsible.”

“Are you?” Yeji challenges.

“Yes,” Yuna insists. “I have a job. I have a really hot girlfriend, and yeah, she can be mean to me sometimes, but I still love her. I read. And on weekends I go out and enjoy my youth before I’m old and my knees give out. That sounds pretty balanced to me.”

Yeji lifts an eyebrow. “You work at a coffee shop,” she points out.

“It’s a specialty café,” Yuna corrects.

“You read fanfiction,” Yeji adds.

“Literature is literature,” Yuna argues.

“And you forgot our two-year anniversary,” Yeji finishes.

That one lands. Yuna’s gaze drops, her cheeks warming. “I didn’t forget it,” she mutters. “I remembered the day after.”

“That’s forgetting it, Yuna,” Yeji says flatly.

"That's remembering it with a slight delay." Yuna crosses her arms. "Wow. Okay! Sorry I'm not good enough for Miss Perfect over here. Sorry I don't have a Google Calendar alert for every significant date in our relationship. Sorry I—"

"You’re being dramatic," Yeji cuts in.

“I’m being honest,” Yuna shoots back. “Again.”

Yeji’s lips twitch, a smile threatening. "Are you done?" she asks.

"Maybe." Yuna huffs. "So. The party. Yes or no."

Yeji glances toward the bedrooms at the end of the hall, her expression shifting, edges softening. She turns back to Yuna, giving a faint shake of her head. "I'd rather stay home tonight. Things here aren't great right now."

Yuna follows her gaze to the hallway. Her whole demeanor changes, the party energy dialing down a few notches. "Did they fight again?"

"No." Yeji wraps both hands around her mug again. "They broke up. For real this time."

"Oh shit." Yuna sits up straight. "Finally. I mean— okay, that sucks for him, but honestly? It was about damn time. That girl treated him like garbage. I'm telling you, Ryujin was cheating on him. I would bet actual money on it. Remember that time she showed up here smelling like—"

"Yuna." Yeji makes a sharp shushing sound. "Keep it down."

Yuna drops her tone to something resembling an indoor level. "Okay. Sorry. Where is he?"

"In his room. He's been there all day. He didn't eat lunch, he hasn't come out for water, nothing. Just... in there. Silent."

"Is he dead?"

"He's not dead. I checked on him an hour ago. He was alive." Yeji pauses. "Barely. But alive."

"God. Poor guy."

They both sit with that for a second, the kitchen quiet except for the hum of the refrigerator. Then they hear it. A door opening down the hall. Footsteps, slow and heavy, padding across the hardwood.

You appear in the living room looking like you haven't slept in two days, which is probably accurate. Sweatpants, wrinkled t-shirt, hair going in every possible direction. You shuffle into the kitchen and give Yuna a flat little wave. "Hey, Yuna."

"Hey, babe." She watches you make your way across the kitchen, dragging your steps a little.

You open the refrigerator, grab the milk carton, and drink straight from it. Long, slow gulps. No glass. No shame. Just a man and his dairy.

"I was going to use that milk later," Yeji says.

You lower the carton and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. "Sorry. I'll buy another one."

"You didn't even go outside to take the trash out today." She studies your face for a second, then sighs. "You know what, forget it. Don't worry about it."

You stand there holding the milk like you forgot what to do next. Yuna gets up from her chair and walks over to you. She takes the carton from your hands gently and sets it on the counter. "Hey. I know what happened." Her tone is completely different from two minutes ago. No more party girl, no more volume. Just Yuna, looking up at you with those big brown eyes. "I'm sorry. That girl didn't deserve you. I mean that. She was always cold to you and everyone could see it and you deserve so much better than what she gave you."

"I loved her," you say, and it comes out so flat, so emptied out, that Yeji and Yuna trade a quick look over your shoulder, the kind that says yeah, this is bad.

"Come here." Yuna grabs your hand and pulls you toward the chair, sitting down and tugging you onto her lap. You let it happen, moving slowly, almost absent, like your body’s just following orders.

"Isn't this weird?" you ask. "I mean… your girlfriend is right there."

Yuna smiles, glancing sideways at Yeji. "She likes watching," she says lightly.

"Shut up, Yuna," Yeji groans, rubbing her temple.

Yuna wraps an arm around your middle and tugs you in, letting you lean back against her. You’ve got a few inches on her, enough that the position looks a little off, your legs stretching out too far, but she holds you there anyway.

"Listen to me. That girl treated you badly. I know it doesn't feel like that right now because your brain is doing the thing where it only remembers the good stuff. But everyone saw it. Me, Yeji, all of us. She talked down to you, she made you feel small, and she kept you on a leash so short you couldn't breathe." She rubs your arm. "I know what it's like to be blinded by love. I've been there. But this is better. I promise you, six months from now, you'll look back and realize this was the best thing that could've happened."

You stare at the table. "She said things weren't working anymore. That I was suffocating her."

"You were suffocating her?" Yeji can't help it. It slips out sharp and incredulous. She catches herself, softens her tone. "Sorry. But Yuna is right. You were in a toxic relationship, and I told you that. I told you so many times, and you didn't listen to me."

"Yeah. I know." You pick at a scratch on the table. "Well. Now you can celebrate. She won't be showing up here anymore." Yeji sighs, long and tired. That one stings and you can see it on her face, but she doesn't push back.

Yuna jumps in before the silence gets too heavy. "I think what you need right now is some alone time. Just, like, decompress. Process the feelings, you know? So actually, I was going to drag Yeji to this party tonight, which means you'd have the whole apartment to yourself. No noise, no us being annoying. Just you and some peace and quiet. That sound okay?"

You nod. "Yeah, go ahead. Have fun."

You stand up from Yuna's lap and start heading back down the hall. Yuna calls after you. "Hey. Don't do anything crazy while we're gone, okay? Like, seriously. It would be extremely traumatic for both of us to come home to something fucked up. Watch a Disney movie. That's what I do when I'm sad. Moana is like a prescription antidepressant."

You pause at the hallway entrance. "I'll think about it."

You disappear around the corner. The bedroom door clicks shut. Quiet again.

Yeji turns to Yuna with a look that could cut glass. "Did you seriously just use 'he needs alone time' as a reason for us to leave him here by himself so you could get me to go to the party?"

Yuna shrugs, not even a little bit sorry. "It worked, didn't it?"

"He's going through the worst breakup of his life and your solution is to abandon him."

"We're not abandoning him, he's not a puppy, Yeji. We're giving him space." Yuna picks up her phone. "It'll be a few hours, tops. He'll be fine. He's a grown man."

Yeji stares at her for a long moment, then exhales through her nose. "Fine. I'll go. But on the way back, we're stopping to get his pizza."

"The pepperoni one with the stuffed crust?"

"Yes."

"See, you know his order." Yuna is grinning now, texting someone with her thumbs flying. "That's cute. I bet you anything Ryujin doesn't even know his favorite pizza. That girl didn't know a single thing about him."

"She didn't," Yeji says quietly. She's looking down the hallway again, at the closed bedroom door. "She never did. She never remembered his birthday, she never asked about his day, she never cooked for him when he was sick. I did all of that. Every single time." She turns back to the table, picks up her mug, realizes the coffee is cold. "And he still picked her..."

Yuna’s typing slows to a stop. She studies Yeji for a second, calm and uncharacteristically still. "It’s really cute how much you care about him.”

"He's my roommate. Obviously I care."

"Right. Your roommate." Yuna nods slowly. “The one you cook for. The one whose birthday you never forget. The one whose order you know by heart. You’re basically everything he needs, aren’t you, Yeji?”

Her head snaps up. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing." Yuna is already back on her phone, thumbs moving again. "Go get ready. I told Giselle we'd be there by eight."

Yeji sits there for another second, mouth half-open like she wants to argue. But Yuna is already in her own world, replying to someone, humming something under her breath, Friday mode fully reactivated. Yeji pushes back from the table and stands, taking her cold coffee to the sink.

"The party better be good," she mutters, heading to her room.

Yuna doesn't look up from her screen. She just smiles.

—

The truth about Yuna and Yeji is that there was never a grand, cinematic beginning. No confessions, no rain, no moment you could point to and say that’s when it happened. It started at parties. Always parties. The same circles, the same faces, and somehow they kept ending up in the same rooms. Every time, the same low, unfinished flirting: never pushed too far, never shut down either. Yuna would spot Yeji from across the room and drift over without thinking. Yeji would let her. They’d stand too close, laugh a little too loud, linger just long enough to mean something, then leave alone and pretend it didn’t stick until the next time.

Then Yuna started texting. Coffee on a Tuesday. A gallery on a Thursday. A slow walk through a weekend market. Small things, easy things. And somewhere in the middle of all that, they skipped past the part where you’re supposed to impress each other. There was no act, nothing curated. Yuna saw straight through Yeji’s composure to the girl underneath who thinks too much, feels too deeply, and hides it well. Yeji saw through Yuna just as easily, past the mess and the noise to someone who loves so hard it almost overwhelms her.

Yuna fell first, fast and reckless, completely gone for this older, rare kind of girl who made her feel like she finally had someone worth slowing down for. Yeji fell slower, but heavier, pulled in by this slightly younger, slightly unhinged, impossibly warm girl who treated love like a full-contact sport.

Two years later, here they are.

—

Friday, 11:48 PM

The front door swings open and Yuna stumbles in first, catching herself on the doorframe with one hand and laughing at nothing. Her heels are dangling from her other hand by the straps, and her feet are bare on the cold floor.

"Shhh," she tells herself, giggling. "Shhhh, okay, I'm being quiet." Yeji comes in behind her, balancing a pizza box on one hand and fishing for the light switch with the other. She finds it, flicks it on, and winces at the brightness. "Don't turn the—ow," Yuna hisses, covering her eyes.

"Stop being dramatic and move." Yeji nudges her forward with a hip and carries the pizza to the kitchen counter, setting it down carefully. She turns back to Yuna with a finger over her lips. "Seriously. No noise. He's probably sleeping."

"Right. Yes. Quiet mode." Yuna sets her heels down on the floor and immediately forgets about quiet mode. She wraps her arms around Yeji from behind and presses a wet kiss to the side of her neck. "Hi."

"You smell like tequila,” Yeji says, wrinkling her nose.

"You smell like tequila,” Yuna shoots back.

"That's not the comeback you think it is.”

"It's a factual observation." Yuna spins her around and kisses her properly, one hand on her jaw, the other already sliding to her waist. A soft hum slips from Yeji as she kisses back, her lips carrying traces of lime, salt, and that sweet, electric-blue cocktail everyone had.

Yeji pulls Yuna toward the couch and pushes her down onto it, climbing into her lap and straddling her. Yuna grins up at her, all teeth, hands settling on Yeji's hips. "There she is," Yuna murmurs, sliding her palms up Yeji's sides. "Party Yeji. I missed her."

"Shut up and kiss me."

They make out on the couch for a while, lazy and warm, trading slow kisses that keep deepening without either of them deciding to deepen them. Yuna's fingers play with the hem of Yeji's shirt, tracing the strip of skin above her waistband, and Yeji hums against her mouth and tilts her head to change the angle. Yuna takes the invitation, kissing along Yeji's jaw, down the side of her neck, finding a spot below her ear and sucking gently until Yeji's breath hitches and her fingers curl into Yuna's hair.

Yeji pulls her back up by the jaw and kisses her again, harder this time, her tongue sliding against Yuna's, and Yuna makes a low, satisfied sound and presses closer, one thigh sliding between Yeji's legs. They stay like that for a while, tangled and unhurried, Yeji's hand gripping the back of Yuna's neck, Yuna's hips rocking forward in barely-there movements. When Yuna starts tugging the fabric upward, Yeji catches her hands and pulls back.

"Wait," Yeji says.

"Oh, come on," Yuna protests.

"I need to check on him."

Yuna drops her head back against the couch cushion and groans. "He's fine. It's almost midnight, he's sleeping. Probably watched Moana like I told him to and passed out during the part with the crab."

"I'll be quick." Yeji climbs off her lap.

"Yeji." Yuna catches her wrist. "Come to the room with me. We don't have to be long. I still need to get home tonight."

"I'm too tired." Yeji runs a hand through her hair and yawns like her body is proving her point for her. "I just want to sleep."

Yuna pouts for a solid three seconds, then sighs and releases her wrist. "Fine."

"Do you want to stay here tonight?"

Yuna shakes her head. "I have that appointment tomorrow morning and this place is way too far. I should head out." She stands up from the couch, picks up her heels, and leans in to kiss Yeji one more time. Slow, gentle. "Tell him I said hi. And make sure he eats the pizza."

"I will."

"And text me when you wake up."

"I always do."

Yuna walks to the door, slides her feet back into her heels, and blows a kiss from the entryway. The door closes behind her with a soft click. Yeji stands in the quiet apartment for a second, fixing her hair in the hallway mirror. She takes a breath. Then she walks down the hall to your room and knocks twice, softly.

She opens the door just a crack. "Hey. You awake?"

You're lying on your back staring at the ceiling. You don't move. "Yeah."

She pushes the door open wider. The room is dark except for the glow of your laptop screen, open on the bed next to you, paused on something you clearly weren't watching. "How are you doing?"

"Same as before."

"I got pizza. Pepperoni, stuffed crust. It's still hot."

"I'm not hungry."

She leans against the doorframe for a moment, her gaze soft as she watches you. "Can I lie down with you?"

"Sure. Whatever."

Yeji kicks off her heels and crosses the room. She lies down next to you on top of the covers, close enough that you can smell her perfume mixed with the faint sourness of alcohol. She stares at the ceiling with you for a moment. "You know what's funny?" she says. "One day you're going to look back at today and laugh at yourself. You're going to remember how miserable you were, lying here in the dark over someone who didn't deserve a single second of this. And I'll be there. And I'll laugh with you."

"That day feels really far away."

"Then be patient. Until it comes, I'll help you deal with this mess." She turns her head to look at you. "That's what I'm here for."

You're quiet for a while. Then you say, "Sometimes I envy what you and Yuna have."

"Envy?" she repeats.

"Yeah. You two seem inseparable. Like no matter what happens, you always find your way back to each other." You keep your eyes on the ceiling. "I spent so long walking on eggshells around Ryujin. Trying to understand what she needed, trying to make things work, adjusting myself constantly. And I still couldn't make her stay. If she had just told me what I was doing wrong, I would've fixed it. I would've done anything."

Yeji rolls onto her side, propping her head up on her hand. "That's the problem. You think it's your fault."

"Isn't it?"

"No, dummy. It really wasn’t," Yeji says gently. "You were the only one putting your heart into it. It was one-sided from the start. Ryujin treated it like a transaction—she took what you gave and gave back just enough to keep you there." She exhales quietly. "She never met you halfway. Not emotionally, not at all. No relationship is perfect, but that one… it wasn’t something you could fix by trying harder. She had to try too, and she didn’t.”

You chew on that for a second. "Even you and Yuna?"

"What about us?"

"Your relationship isn't perfect either?"

Yeji flashes a tiny, amused smile. "Do not romanticize my relationship with Yuna. We fight all the time."

"Yeah, but even your fights feel like... part of it. You two argue, you don't speak for a day, one of you gives in and apologizes, and then the other one apologizes three times over, and by dinner you're cuddling on the couch again. You understand each other. You both want the same thing."

"That's because we both want to make it work," Yeji says. "My life is complicated with Yuna. She's a lot. She forgets things, she's loud, she pushes me when I don't want to be pushed." She pauses. "But it's a thousand times worse without her. She’s changed so much from when we first started out. In a good way. She’s been making an effort to do things right. And I appreciate her for it."

"I don't think I'll ever find something like that." You close your eyes. "Maybe I'm just supposed to be alone."

“Don’t be so dramatic,” Yeji chuckles. “You’re starting to sound like someone in a bad movie.”

"I'm serious."

"Come here." She adjusts herself on the bed, scooting closer, and gently pulls your head onto her chest. You tense up for a second, then relax into it, because you're too tired to pretend you don't need this. "You are not going to give up on love because one ungrateful person came into your life, wrecked everything, and then made you feel like it was your fault. That's not how this works. You're kind. You're good. You care too much, which is a problem, but it's the good kind of problem."

"Sorry for being such a burden lately."

"Stop. You always put up with me when I'm PMSing and crying about nothing. Or when Yuna and I are screaming at each other about dishes at seven in the morning. This is nothing compared to that."

“Thanks, Yeji,” you say quietly. “I’m glad you’re here. You’re the best.”

She yawns, long and unrestrained. "I’ll stay with you a bit longer, keep you company until you’re asleep, then I’ll head back to my room. I'm so tired. I can't believe Yuna dragged me to that party."

"Was it at least good?"

Yeji snorts. "It was terrible. The music was awful, the drinks were warm, and some guy tried to explain cryptocurrency to me for twenty minutes."

"Classic."

"Mhm." Her fingers find your hair, and she starts stroking it absently, running her nails lightly across your scalp. She yawns again. "Just... a few more minutes."

She doesn't go to her room.

The conversation fades into silence, and the silence fades into sleep. Her hand slows in your hair, then stops, resting on the back of your head. Your breathing evens out against her chest. The laptop screen eventually dims to black.

—

Morning light slips through the narrow gap in your curtains as your eyes slowly open. The room feels warm, almost hazy. There’s an arm wrapped around you, and for a brief, disorienting second you think it’s Ryujin, your heartbeat catching off guard. Then Yeji’s scent finds you, faint, worn down by sleep, and everything clicks back into place.

She's curled against you, one arm slung over your torso, her face pressed into your shoulder. Still in her clothes from last night. Her blonde hair is fanned out across your pillow, messy and flat on one side. You untangle yourself carefully, lifting her arm and sliding out from under it inch by inch. She mumbles something incoherent and rolls over, pulling the blanket with her. You stand there for a second, watching her sleep in your bed.

Yeji. Roommate. Best friend. The only one who seems to actually care in ways that matter. She remembers what you like, checks on you when it’s late, stays close when you need it without making it a big deal. She falls asleep in your bed just to keep you company. And now you’re watching her, soft and peaceful in your space, and it pulls a real smile out of you, the first one since Ryujin left. She deserves something for that.

You grab a clean shirt, take a shower, brush your teeth for the first time since yesterday, and look at yourself in the mirror. You look rough, but less rough than yesterday. Progress. You step into the kitchen and start on breakfast. Eggs, toast, coffee. Nothing complicated. The routine feels steady under your hands, something you can hold onto. It makes you feel like yourself again, not just that sad outline stuck in a dark room. The eggs hit the pan with a soft sizzle, filling the silence, and for a moment, you feel almost okay.

The front door swings open.

Yuna walks in like she's entering a sitcom, sunglasses on, iced coffee in hand, wearing an oversized hoodie that definitely belongs to Yeji. "Hmm, what's that smell?" She lifts her sunglasses onto her head and grins. "Oh my god, is that breakfast? I arrived just in time. The universe provides."

You freeze at the stove, spatula in hand. Yuna sets her iced coffee on the counter and hops up onto a barstool, looking at you expectantly. "So. What are we having?”

"Morning, Yuna."

"Good morning, sunshine. You look like a person today. Major improvement." She takes a sip of her iced coffee and looks around the kitchen like she's assessing the place. "Where's the love of my life? Still sleeping?"

"Yeah, she's out cold."

"Ugh, cute. I'm gonna go peek at her. I love watching her sleep, she does this little thing with her nose where it twitches like a rabbit—"

"She's in my room, by the way."

Yuna pauses with her iced coffee halfway to her mouth. She blinks once. Twice. Then she sets the coffee down and pulls out a chair at the kitchen table, sitting down with a calm that feels almost theatrical. "Oh. Okay."

"It's not—"

"I didn't say anything."

"She came to check on me last night and we talked for a while, and she just kind of... fell asleep. That's it."

Yuna waves a hand at you dismissively, sucking on her straw. "Dude, relax. You don't need to explain. It's not like it's the first time she's passed out somewhere random. Last month she fell asleep in the bathtub reading a book. The girl has a gift." She takes a long pull of her iced coffee, draining the last of it with a loud slurp. "Yeji sleeps where Yeji wants to sleep. I stopped questioning it a long time ago."

You turn back to the stove, cracking two more eggs into the pan. You don't even think about it. You just start making Yuna's plate automatically, the way you've seen Yeji do it a hundred times. Eggs over easy, not scrambled, because Yuna likes to break the yolk with her toast and let it run everywhere. Bacon chopped into small pieces because she eats it like a topping, not a side. Coffee with two sugars and a splash of milk, strong enough to restart a dead car battery. You know that giving Yuna more caffeine at this point is like handing a lit match to a fireworks factory, but she's had a rough morning commute and you figure she's earned it.

"How are you not hungover right now?" you ask, flipping the eggs. "Yeji is literally unconscious in there. She might be dead."

Yuna stretches her arms over her head and yawns. "I have immunity. My dad used to drink soju like water at family dinners and then wake up at six to go fishing. It's genetic."

"That's not how genetics work."

"It's absolutely how genetics work. Yeji just needs more training. She's got potential but she quits too early. Two tequila shots and she's already hugging strangers and telling them she loves their energy."

You snort. You set the plate down in front of Yuna and slide the coffee over. She looks at the food, then up at you, then back at the food. "Wait." She picks up her fork and pokes the egg. The yolk breaks perfectly, golden and runny, pooling around the chopped bacon exactly the way she likes it. She takes a sip of the coffee. Her eyes widen. "How do you know my order?"

"I've watched Yeji make it for you like a thousand times."

"Babe." Yuna puts a hand over her heart. "You can marry me. Seriously. This is exactly right. The bacon is the right size and everything. Yeji always cuts it too big." She shovels a forkful into her mouth and groans. "Oh my god. This is so good. Yeji!"

“She’s asleep, don’t yell.”

"Yeji, your roommate is trying to steal me!" she yell-whispers down the hallway, then immediately goes back to eating. You watch her demolish the plate with an efficiency that borders on athletic. It's genuinely impressive how much food this girl can put away and still look like she just stepped off a runway. Slim, tall, all legs and cheekbones and that slightly unhinged energy that makes people stare at her in public.

You sit down across from her with your own plate. She's already halfway through hers.

"So how are you feeling today?" she asks, mouth still half full. "And be honest. Don't give me that 'I'm fine' thing guys do."

“I think a little better,” you reply after a moment. “Not great. But better than yesterday.”

"Did Yeji help?"

“Yeah,” you admit. “We talked for a while. She said some stuff that… I don’t know, it kind of calmed my head down a bit. I think from now on I’m just going to try to keep busy,” you conclude, exhaling softly, “and not think about Ryujin.”

"Good." Yuna points her fork at you. "That's good. But I want to say something, and I need you to actually hear it."

"Okay."

She sets the fork down and leans forward, elbows on the table. "You're looking at this from the wrong angle. All you're seeing right now is the end of something. And yeah, that sucks. Endings suck. But every ending is also the start of something new. Like, that's not just a feel-good quote on a poster in a dentist's office. That's actually how life works. One door closes, another one opens. I read that somewhere." She frowns. "I just can't remember if it was a book or a tweet. Well, the point stands."

You smile a little. "What's new to start in my life?"

Yuna tilts her head, resting her chin on her hand. She goes quiet for a second, and the quiet is unusual enough coming from her that it makes you pay attention. She's actually thinking. "Okay, here's the thing about you," she says, tone steadier than before. "You don't just dwell on the relationship. You dwell on everything. You're always looking backwards, replaying stuff, going over conversations in your head, trying to figure out where you went wrong. I see you do it. You sit on that couch and you just zone out and I can tell you're somewhere else, somewhere in the past, rewinding the same scene over and over."

You don't say anything, because she's right.

"And the thing about the past is, nobody else is there anymore. Everyone else moved on. Ryujin moved on the second she walked out that door. Your friends from college moved on. The people you used to hang out with moved on. You're the only one still standing in those rooms. And they're empty." She taps the table once with her fingernail. "So get out of there. Come here. Come to the present. Stay here with me and Yeji. We're right here. We have been this whole time."

You don’t know what to say. You just stare at her, because this is Shin Yuna: the same girl who forgot her own anniversary and walked into a job interview wearing flip-flops. And now she’s just seen right through you, naming something you’ve been unable to put into words for months.

"When was the last time the three of us actually did something together?" she asks. "Not just existing in the same apartment. Actually going somewhere, doing something fun, making a memory that doesn't involve you moping and me trying to drag Yeji to a party."

"I... don't remember."

"Exactly. That's my point."

You open your mouth to respond, but then a door opens down the hallway and Yeji shuffles into the kitchen looking like she lost a fight with consciousness and consciousness won. Her blonde hair is sticking up on one side, flat on the other. She's still wearing yesterday's shirt, wrinkled and untucked, and she's squinting at the light like a vampire encountering its first sunrise.

"Can you stop talking so loudly," she mutters, still groggy. "I can hear you from the bedroom. Both of you."

"Good morning, beautiful!" Yuna beams and pats her lap. "Come sit." Yeji drags herself across the kitchen and drops onto Yuna's lap like a sack of flour. She slumps against her, forehead resting on Yuna's shoulder. Yuna wraps both arms around her and squeezes. "You look completely destroyed," Yuna says cheerfully, kissing the top of her head.

"I feel completely destroyed. My head is splitting open. How are you like this? How are you awake and functional and loud?"

"Family talent," Yuna repeats.

"That's not a real thing."

"Drink coffee. It'll fix you." Yuna picks up her own mug and holds it to Yeji's lips. Yeji pushes it away.

“Don’t try to give me yours,” Yeji protests. “It’s got your germs.”

“Babe, we literally make out.”

"That's different." You pour Yeji a fresh cup and set it in front of her. She lifts her head from Yuna's shoulder, takes the mug with both hands, and sips. She closes her eyes. "Thank you," she says quietly. "How are you feeling?"

"Better. Yuna and I were just talking."

"I was telling him," Yuna announces, bouncing her knee slightly so Yeji sways on her lap, "that the three of us need to actually do something together. Like, go out. Have fun. Now that the viper is no longer in our ecosystem, we can hang out without her calling every twenty minutes to check where he is and who he's with."

Yeji looks at you over the rim of her mug. "What do you think? Could be fun."

“I’m in,” you say, then shrug. “I guess.”

Yeji gives you a look. “Wow. You sound thrilled.”

You sigh, then straighten slightly. "I'm in. For real. Whatever you two want to do, I'm down."

Yuna's eyes light up so fast you can practically hear the gears clicking into place. "Okay so I've been thinking about this. There's this really cute Airbnb near the coast, right on the beach, this friend of a friend posted it on Instagram last week and it has this huge balcony with a grill and—"

"You've been planning this," Yeji says flatly.

"I have not been planning this. I am a spontaneous person who occasionally has well-researched ideas."

"You already looked up the Airbnb."

"I saved the listing. That's not planning, that's bookmarking." Yuna pulls out her phone and starts scrolling. "Look, it's gorgeous. Three bedrooms, right on the water, and it's actually affordable if we split it three ways. I'm talking sunset views, a fire pit, the whole thing."

Yeji leans over to look at the screen. You see something shift in her expression, the tiredness lifting just a little.

"It's actually nice," Yeji admits.

"The best trio in town is back together!" Yuna throws a fist in the air.

"Please do not shout. I am begging you. My head is going to explode."

"Sorry, sorry." Yuna kisses Yeji's forehead gently, then her temple, then the bridge of her nose. "The best trio in town is back together," she whispers.

Across the table, you smile, take a bite of toast, and let a quiet feeling return. Not happiness yet, but the faint outline of it, just beginning to form.

—

The Following Weekend

Through your sunglasses, the sun softens into amber, giving everything that faded, old-photo look. You're lying on a towel, sunglasses on, arms folded behind your head, and the umbrella overhead is casting this perfect circle of shade that covers you from the chest up. Below that, your legs are baking in direct sunlight, and you're completely fine with it. The sand underneath the towel is warm in a way that feels therapeutic.

You breathe in. Salt air, sunscreen, the faintest trace of grilled fish from somewhere down the beach. The breeze comes in off the water every few seconds, just cool enough to keep the heat from being oppressive. You can hear waves. You can hear seagulls being obnoxious about something. You can hear, faintly, Yuna screaming at the ocean from somewhere out in the water.

You can't remember the last time you spent a day outside like this. Not running errands, not walking to the convenience store. Actually outside, on purpose, doing nothing productive and feeling fine about it. Ryujin never liked the beach. Said sand got everywhere and the sun gave her headaches. You went along with it because you went along with everything. Now you're lying here thinking about how stupid that was, avoiding something you enjoy because someone else didn't want to be here.

You push that thought down. Not today.

A shadow falls over you and blocks the amber light. You tilt your sunglasses down and look up.

Yeji is standing there, dripping, silhouetted against the sky. She's wearing a simple black bikini and her body is doing most of the talking. Slim waist, toned legs, that specific kind of fit that comes from being naturally proportioned rather than grinding at the gym. Her blonde hair is wet and slicked back and her skin is glistening and she looks, objectively and indisputably, beautiful. Water runs in thin lines down her stomach and drips off her fingertips onto the sand.

She grabs her towel from the bag and dries her face, her arms, squeezes the water from her hair. Then she drops down next to you on the towel, lying on her stomach, propping herself up on her elbows.

"How's the water?" you ask.

"So good. Really refreshing. You should come in."

"I'm good here." You lace your fingers behind your head and settle deeper into the towel. "I'm doing my thing."

"Your thing is lying completely still and staring at the sky."

"Correct."

She just shakes her head, a smile on her face. You both look out at the ocean. Yuna is about fifty meters out, floating on her back with her arms spread wide like a starfish, completely motionless. The waves are gently rocking her and she looks like she's achieved some kind of enlightenment out there.

"She's having the best day of her life right now," you say.

Yeji laughs softly. "Yuna is always having the best day of her life. That's kind of her whole deal."

"Must be nice." You say it without any bitterness. You actually mean it. "I genuinely can't be sad around her. She radiates too much energy."

“She straight-up forbids it. Told me once she takes sadness personally.” Yeji rolls her eyes. “She’s insane. But it works.”

You watch a couple walk by near the water's edge. A kid further down the beach is trying to build something ambitious with a plastic bucket. Normal people doing normal things. It feels nice to be part of the scenery instead of hiding from it. Yeji stretches her arms above her head, arching her back, and then turns to you. "Can you put sunscreen on me? Yuna did it before but she basically slapped it on like she was buttering toast and then ran straight into the ocean."

"That tracks." You sit up and grab the sunscreen from the bag. Yeji turns so her back is facing you, pulling her wet hair over one shoulder. You squeeze a line of sunscreen across your palm and start working it into her shoulders. Her skin is warm from the sun and still slightly damp, and you can feel the ridge of her shoulder blades under your hands, the narrowness of her frame. She's thinner than you realized. Small, almost. Up close you can see a faint scattering of freckles across the backs of her shoulders that the sun is pulling out.

"Are you actually enjoying yourself today?" she asks while you work the sunscreen down her spine. "Tell me the truth. I don't want you to be here just because we asked and you didn't know how to say no. I know you."

"You do know me."

"That's not an answer."

You smooth the sunscreen across her lower back, careful and even. "I'm enjoying it. For real. I feel like my brain has slowed down for the first time in weeks. Usually it's going a hundred directions at once and I can't grab onto any one thought long enough to finish it. But here I can only think about one thing at a time."

"The beach does that," she says. "Something about the sound of the waves just turns everything else off."

"I think it's actually you and Yuna."

She turns her head slightly. "What do you mean?"

"Being around you two. Your presence just... makes everything quieter in here." You tap the side of your head with a sunscreen-covered finger and immediately regret it. "Shit."

Yeji snorts and turns around fully, reaching up and wiping the white smudge off your temple with her thumb. "You're cute. And also an idiot."

You huff a laugh. "Those two things are my entire personality."

“Sadly accurate,” she replies.

You finish with the sunscreen and cap the bottle. Right on cue, Yuna comes jogging up from the water, dripping everywhere, hair plastered to her face and neck. She's wearing a red bikini and somehow, after swimming for forty minutes, she looks like she just walked out of a music video. Legs that go on forever, a flat stomach with that belly button piercing catching the light, and a grin so wide it could sell toothpaste. She grabs a towel and wraps herself up like a burrito, plopping down next to both of you.

"Okay," she announces. "Plans. Tonight. I Googled and there's a lot going on near here. There's this really great steakhouse that has like four and a half stars, and there's a karaoke bar two blocks from our Airbnb, and there's a seafood restaurant that got written up in some food blog, and I also saw this cute little wine bar—"

"Yuna." Yeji holds up a hand. "We're not spending a fortune. Let's pick one thing. Something decent and within budget."

“You’re so cheap,” Yuna says, giving her a look.

Yeji barely glances at her. “It’s called being financially responsible.”

Yuna snorts. “Wow. You sound like my mom.”

Yeji shrugs. “Good. When we live together, I’m handling the budget. End of discussion.”

Yuna perks up immediately. "Speaking of which. When is that happening? You keep pushing it back."

Yeji sighs. "We still need to figure out the logistics. Whether we'd move into your apartment or stay at my place. Or find somewhere new entirely."

"I love your place," Yuna says without hesitation. "It's spacious, the kitchen is amazing, the neighborhood is great. I don't see the problem."

"The problem is I don't live alone, so—"

"It's fine." You cut in, and both of them look at you. "Seriously. Yuna's welcome. She basically lives there already. She has a toothbrush in the bathroom and her shampoo takes up the entire shower shelf."

Yuna points at you triumphantly. "See? He gets it."

"You're sure?" Yeji asks, studying your face.

"I'm sure. I like having her around. The apartment is better when it's loud."

Yeji goes quiet for a moment, thinking it over. “We’ll talk about it properly when we get home,” she says at last.

"Great. It's decided. For now—" She lunges for her bag and digs out her phone. "Selfie. The three of us. Right now." She grabs your arm and pulls you down until you're lying flat on the towel. Yeji lies down on your other side, pressing close. Yuna reaches over and plucks the sunglasses off your face.

"Hey—"

She slides them onto herself and holds the phone up above the three of you. You're in the middle, Yuna on your left with your stolen sunglasses and a wild grin, Yeji on your right with her wet blonde hair splayed out and a soft smile. "Everyone look hot," Yuna commands. "Three, two, one—" Click. "Okay, now a kissing one."

“A what?” you ask, blinking at her.

But Yuna is already pressing her lips to your left cheek. Yeji catches on without a beat and leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your right cheek. You feel the warmth of both of them on either side of your face, Yuna's lips slightly cold from the ocean, Yeji's warm and dry. Your expression in the photo is probably something between confusion and genuine happiness and you don't care.

Click. Yuna pulls the phone back and inspects the shot. "Oh my god. This is perfect. We look like a happy little throuple."

"Don't say that," Yeji mutters, but she's leaning over to look at the photo too, and she doesn't look bothered. She looks fond.

"It's true though. Look at us. We're adorable." Yuna saves the photo and drops her phone back in the bag. "Okay. One more swim, then food. I'm starving. Genuinely about to eat sand." She unwraps herself from the towel, tosses it dramatically over the bag, and takes off toward the water at a full sprint, leaping over someone's sandcastle on the way. The kid building it stares after her in shock.

Yeji watches her go, shaking her head. Then she reaches into the bag and pulls out her phone and her AirPods case. She opens it and holds one out to you. "Want to listen to something?"

"Yeah." You take the earbud and settle it in. She does the same with hers, scrolling through her phone until she finds the playlist. Your playlist. The one you two accidentally built over months of sharing songs back and forth, late nights in the kitchen, lazy Sunday mornings. She hits play and the first track starts, something mellow and warm, and you both lie back on the towel, shoulders almost touching, staring at the sky through the umbrella's shadow.

The waves surge forward and retreat again. Yuna shouts something lost to the wind and water. Music lingers in the silence between you and Yeji. You let your eyes fall shut and think of nothing in particular — just existing in the moment.

—

The rest of the day passes in a haze of sunlight and Yuna’s tireless energy. She sets a pace that would kill a marathon runner, bouncing from street to street with her phone out, filming everything, narrating stories for her ten thousand Instagram followers like she's hosting a travel show. "When I blow up," she says, angling her phone to catch the sunset behind a row of pastel-colored buildings, "and I will blow up, I'm going to look back at these early posts and cry. This is my origin story. Every influencer has one."

"You've been saying that for two years," Yeji says, walking beside her with her hands in the pockets of her shorts.

"Consistency is key,” Yuna declares. “That's literally what every podcast about success says. Also, when I'm a millionaire, you will never have to work again. I'll support you fully. You can just lie on the couch and read and be pretty."

"That sounds like my retirement plan anyway,” Yeji replies.

“See?” Yuna grins. “I’m already manifesting it.”

You trail behind them, quietly amused, watching Yuna turn everything into content. She films the street food vendor. She films a stray cat sitting on a wall. She films Yeji pretending to ignore the camera and then breaking into a reluctant smile. You stay out of frame mostly, which suits you fine. You've always been more comfortable observing than performing.

The aquarium was Yeji’s pick, and the change in her is immediate. Whatever exhaustion she had earlier vanishes the second you walk in. She makes her way from tank to tank with a kind of quiet fascination, pressing close, reading everything. When she gets to the jellyfish, she pauses completely, just stands there, eyes wide, taking in the slow, luminous movement. You linger behind her, watching, and the way she’s so effortlessly absorbed in something she loves catches you off guard, leaves you smiling.

“That one’s you,” Yuna says, appearing beside you and pointing at a clownfish darting around an anemone..

“And why is that supposed to be me?” you ask.

“Orange. Cute. A bit of a clown. Likes hiding in something bigger than itself,” she elaborates.

“Okay, ‘orange’ is already wrong. And I’m not a clown,” you argue.

She taps your shoulder. “It’s meant nicely,” she assures.

“Could’ve fooled me,” you mumble.

“Still counts,” she replies.

Outside the aquarium, you're walking through a garden path that connects to the main boardwalk. Yeji is a few steps ahead, talking to Yuna about something. You notice a flower growing along the edge of the path, pale pink, delicate, bending slightly under its own weight. You slow down without thinking about it, crouch, and pick it carefully at the stem.

You close the gap to Yeji, and before she can turn around, you reach from behind and tuck the flower gently behind her ear, sliding it into place against her blonde hair. "A flower for a flower," you say casually.

Yeji reaches up to brush her fingers over it, a soft blush blooming on her cheeks as she dips her head.

"She looks beautiful," Yuna says softly from beside you. Yeji clears her throat and keeps walking, but her fingers stay near the flower for a long time after that, adjusting it, making sure it doesn't fall.

By the end of the afternoon you're carrying four shopping bags that don't belong to you. Two are Yuna's, filled with things she absolutely did not need but bought on principle because they were on sale. One is Yeji's, a single tasteful purchase wrapped in tissue paper. The fourth is also Yuna's and contains a hat she put on once, decided she looked "unhinged" in, and bought anyway. You're just the designated pack mule, apparently, but you find you don't really mind.

—

Dinner is at the seafood place because Yeji vetoed the steakhouse on budget grounds and you backed her up, and Yuna accepted defeat with minimal grumbling. The girls disappear into their room to get ready and come out looking like they belong on a red carpet. Yuna is in a short black dress and Yeji is in a fitted dark green top and a skirt that makes her legs look endless. You stare for a second too long and then busy yourself looking for your keys.

The food is incredible and the conversation flows easily, the three of you trading plates and stealing bites and arguing about whether octopus is ethical to eat. You land on the side of "probably not but it's too delicious to stop" and Yuna declares you a pragmatist, which she says is the sexiest type of intellectual.

After dinner, Yuna steers the group toward the karaoke bar despite Yeji's protests, and within twenty minutes you're in a private room with colorful lights bouncing off the walls and a beer in your hand and Yuna stands on the booth, singing Ed Sheeran at full volume into the mic, but all her focus is on Yeji. She’s delivering “Perfect” straight to her. Yeji covers her face with both hands but you can see her smiling through her fingers. Yuna drops to her knees on the booth cushion and serenades her from inches away, and Yeji finally breaks and laughs, pulling her in by the collar and kissing her to shut her up. You clap from your corner of the booth like you're watching the finale of a concert.

The drinks keep coming. You keep track of Yuna's intake the way you always do, nudging a glass of water toward her between rounds. “Drink that,” you tell her.

“I’m fine,” Yuna insists.

“Drink the water, Yuna,” you repeat, more pointed.

“You’re not my dad,” she shoots back.

“Drink it, or I’m cutting you off,” you warn. She drinks it, but she makes a face like you asked her to swallow medicine. Yeji catches your eye across the table and mouths thank you.

—

By the time you get back, Yuna can barely find the front door. She's leaning against you with one arm slung over your shoulder, giggling at something that happened forty minutes ago that wasn't even funny the first time. "Where are we," she mumbles as you guide her through the door. "Is this our house? Did we buy a house?"

“It’s the Airbnb,” you remind her.

"We should buy a house."

Yeji kicks off her heels and then kneels down to unbuckle Yuna's, pulling them off one at a time while Yuna sways above her. Yuna immediately walks to the living room and collapses face-first onto the fluffy rug in front of the couch. "I live here now," she announces into the rug.

Yeji sits down on the floor, leaning her back against the sofa, stretching her legs out. "We should shower and go to sleep. Today was long."

"No." Yuna rolls onto her back. "Let's talk."

"We can talk literally any time tomorrow. We have the whole day."

"It's different now." Yuna lifts a hand and gestures vaguely at the ceiling. "Late at night. It's more intimate. The defenses are down. We can be truly ourselves. Nighttime is truth time.”

"You're talking like a drunk philosopher."

You lower yourself onto the rug, lying on your back with your hands on your stomach. It’s incredibly soft under you. "She's got a point, actually."

Yeji looks at you. "Not you too."

"Remember when we both had insomnia? Those nights in the kitchen at like three AM?" You turn your head to look at her. "We talked about stuff we never talked about during the day. Real stuff. You told me about your dad. I told you about the panic attacks I used to get in college. We opened up more because something about that hour just makes honesty easier."

Yeji holds your gaze for a long beat. Then she sighs and lies down on the rug between you and Yuna, staring at the ceiling. "Fine. Thirty minutes. Then sleep.” Yuna nods obediently. “What do you want to talk about?" Yeji asks, folding her hands on her stomach.

"This," Yuna says.

"This what?"

"Exactly. Let's reflect a little." Yuna adjusts so she's lying on her side, facing both of you. Her makeup is slightly smudged and her hair is messy and she looks less like a force of nature and more like a girl on a rug in the middle of the night.

"When I started dating Yeji," she begins, "I knew she was the girl of my life. Like, immediately. First month in, I already knew. I just felt it. When I found out she was sharing a house with a guy, I was jealous. I'm not gonna lie. I pictured some dude trying to make moves on my girlfriend and I wanted to fight him."

"Understandable," you say.

"But then I met you, and you were just... you. This sweet, calm, nerdy dude who made us dinner and asked if I had food allergies." She smiles. "I adored you immediately. And I was happy, because Yeji had someone looking out for her when I wasn't there. That mattered to me."

"You make it sound very noble," Yeji murmurs. "You interrogated him for thirty minutes the first time."

"That was vetting. It's different."

You laugh quietly. "You literally asked me if I had a criminal record."

"And you didn't! So it worked out."

Yeji shakes her head against the rug, smiling. Yuna’s voice shifts as she looks up at the ceiling, her face taking on a seriousness she doesn’t show often. "Before Yeji, when I went out with guys, it always ended the same way. Things would be great at first, and then at some point they'd start trying to change me. My skirts were too short. I talked too much. I was too loud, too reckless, too dumb."

"You're not dumb," Yeji says immediately.

"I know I'm not, babe. But they made me believe I was. Over and over, different guys, same thing. And I started to think maybe they were right. Maybe I was just... too much." The room sits in silence, broken only by the ocean murmuring through the windows. "Then I met you," Yuna says, and she's looking at you. "And from day one, you were different. You let me into your space. Your home, your routine with Yeji, all of it. You didn't flinch when I was loud. You didn't roll your eyes when I talked too much. You cooked for me and asked what I liked and what I didn't like. You remembered that I hate mushrooms after I mentioned it one time." She pauses. "Girls notice that stuff. Those small things. They're not small to us."

"Yuna—" you start.

“Let me finish.” She draws in a steady breath. “Somewhere along the way, you became my friend too. One of the best I’ve ever had. And I’m about to say something I’d never admit if it weren’t one in the morning and I hadn’t had six drinks.” Your heart kicks against your ribs. Beside you, Yeji goes completely still.

“I was jealous of Ryujin,” she continues. “And I was angry at her, too. Because she had you — and she didn’t deserve you. I watched her treat you like an afterthought for years, and it drove me insane. I kept thinking… I could do better. I would do better. I could love you the way you deserved and actually make you happy.”

“Yuna,” you say, your heartbeat going oddly uneven.

"Your smile is precious. Do you know that? When you actually smile, it lights up your whole face and it makes everyone around you feel warm. And Ryujin almost killed that smile. She almost took it away completely."

You push yourself up onto your elbows. "Okay. That's... a lot. You're drunk. You're emotional. Maybe we should just go to—"

“I’m not that drunk,” she snaps.

"You asked if we bought a house fifteen minutes ago."

“I’m drunk enough to be honest and sober enough to mean it,” she says firmly. “I know what I'm saying.”

You look at Yeji for help, expecting her to step in, to redirect, to do the sensible thing she always does. "Yeji, she can't just... say that sort of thing around her girlfriend. Right? That's..."

"Why not?" Yuna asks. "Why can't I say it around her?"

"Because she's your girlfriend and you're saying you have feelings for me, and that's—"

"What if that's how she feels too?" Yuna's gaze shifts to Yeji. "Probably even more than I feel. Tell him, babe. Tell him I'm wrong."

The ocean outside keeps up its rhythm, waves rolling in and slipping back out, oblivious to whatever is happening on this rug. Yeji lies on her back, gaze fixed on the ceiling. She avoids Yuna completely. Slowly, she turns her head toward you. There’s no guard in her expression, just fragility, a hint of fear, and it’s a look you’ve never seen from her in all your years under the same roof.

“It’s true,” she says softly.

You swallow hard. Your throat feels tight and your brain is doing that thing where it tries to process seventeen thoughts at once and fails at all of them. You sit up on the rug and scratch the back of your head, staring at the floor between your knees. "I don't know what to say," you manage.

"You don't need to say anything," Yuna says gently. "We're not asking for a speech. We just... wanted to stop carrying this around. It's been heavy. For both of us. We're just confessing something we've kept to ourselves for a really long time, and now it's out, and we can handle these feelings like adults."

"Can we, though?" You let out a shaky laugh. "Because I'm not handling anything right now. I'm sitting on a rug having a minor cardiac event."

Yuna smiles softly. "That's a normal response."

She pushes herself upright and sits cross-legged on the rug, turning toward you. A strand of blonde hair gets tucked neatly behind her ear as she takes a quiet breath. "You and I have been friends since college," she starts. "Freshman year. That horrible statistics class. You sat next to me because every other seat was taken and you looked like you wanted to die, and I looked like I wanted to die, and somehow that was enough of a foundation to build an entire friendship on. After class we'd go get coffee, and I'd complain about whatever disaster my life was that week, and you'd sit there and listen. Every single time." She picks at a thread on the rug. "You were there for me during the worst period of my life. My parents' divorce, the thing with my sister, all of that happened sophomore year, and I genuinely do not know what that time would have looked like without you. I think about it sometimes. What if I'd sat in a different seat that first day. What if I'd skipped that lecture. I probably would have. I almost did."

"I'm glad you didn't," you say quietly.

"Me too." She pauses. "Back in the dorms, I had that roommate. Lia. She was fine. She was perfectly fine. She was clean, she was quiet, she went to sleep at ten and woke up at six and never once did anything interesting or annoying or memorable. And every night I'd come back from hanging out with you, and I'd lie on that tiny dorm bed staring at Lia's motivational poster about sunrises, and I'd think... I want to live with him instead."

“You never told me that,” you mutter.

"Because it's a weird thing to think about a guy you've known for six months. But I couldn't help it. Because it was always so easy with you." Her eyes are getting glassy now but she keeps going, keeps her composure. "I'd have the worst day. Bombed an exam, fought with my mom on the phone, whatever. And I'd text you, and we'd meet at that shitty café near campus, and within five minutes I'd be turning my problems into jokes. These horrible, self-deprecating, deeply unfunny jokes that somehow we both found hilarious. And you'd do the same thing. You'd tell me about your anxiety, or your family stuff, or whatever was eating at you, and you'd frame it as this absurd comedy, and we'd both just sit there laughing until we were crying, and the barista would look at us like we were insane."

"We were insane,” you argue.

"We were. It was this tragicomedy that only worked between us. Nobody else got it. I'd try to explain it to other people and they'd just stare at me." She wipes the corner of her eye with her thumb. "And then I'd go back to the dorm, back to Lia and her sunrise poster, and I'd lie there thinking... today wasn't so bad. Actually today was kind of great. All because of him."

Yuna stays perfectly still, her gaze on Yeji, tender and patient, as if she already knows every part of the story and treasures her more for sharing it.

"I kept thinking about what it would be like," Yeji continues. "To actually live with you. To build a routine. Our own little bubble. Where I could come home and you'd be there, and we'd cook dinner and talk about nothing and it would be enough." She laughs, small and wet. "And when I finally got the nerve to bring it up, I rehearsed it for a week. I had a whole pitch prepared. Rent split, chore schedule, noise rules. I was so scared you'd say no."

"You were shaking when you asked me," you recall. "I thought you were about to tell me someone died."

"I was terrified. And then you just said yes. Like it was obvious. Like of course you'd move in with me, why wouldn't you. And I went home that night and I cried in my car for twenty minutes because I was so happy."

"Yeji..."

"And it was perfect. It was everything I imagined. Better, even. The routine we built, the inside jokes, the way you'd leave coffee out for me in the morning even though you don't drink coffee yourself, you just made it because you knew I needed it. I didn't want anything to change. I thought, this is it. This is my life and it's good and I don't need anything else."

She goes quiet. You know what comes next.

"Then Ryujin showed up. And all that attention you gave me, the little things, the coffee, the cooking, the way you'd check on me when I was quiet for too long, all of that got redirected to her. And I understood it. You were in love. That's what people do. But she didn't earn it. She didn't deserve any of it. I watched her take everything you offered and treat it like it was nothing, like it was expected, and I was so angry. Not at you. At her. Because I knew what it felt like to be on the receiving end of your kindness, and I knew she was wasting it."

“I knew you didn’t really like Ryujin,” you say. “She could be a little difficult, sure. But I had no idea it went beyond that. Why didn't you ever say anything?”

"Because there was too much to lose." She looks at you directly now. "If I told you how I felt and you didn't feel the same way, I'd lose the friendship. I'd lose the apartment. I'd lose you. And having you as my friend, having you in the next room, even if I couldn't have you the way I wanted, was still better than not having you at all. So I kept my mouth shut. And I watched Ryujin treat you like an option for years, and I respected your relationship even though it killed me. So I buried it. I buried it and I dated Yuna and I loved Yuna — I love Yuna — and I told myself that was the answer. That I'd gotten what I needed from a different place and the thing with you was just residual, some leftover attachment that would fade." She exhales. "It didn't fade."

Your hands are trembling. You look down at them and they're actually visibly shaking, your fingers twitching against your knees. Two girls. Two beautiful, incredible girls, lying on a rug in a rented apartment at one in the morning, telling you they love you. You have spent years believing that love was something you had to earn through constant effort, through bending yourself into shapes that fit someone else's expectations, and even then it wasn't enough. You weren't trained for this.

"I think I love you too," you say, and regret it immediately. "No. I don't think. I know. Sorry. I know I love you." You rub your face with both hands. "You were always everything I imagined in a perfect girl. You've always been this person I looked at and thought, she's too good. She's too smart, too funny, too kind, too beautiful. There's no way she'd ever look at me like that. So I convinced myself that what I felt was friendship. I categorized it, I filed it away, I told myself that's all it was because the alternative was too big and too scary."

"And Yuna." You turn to her. "You and Yeji are my favorite people. Both of you. I just... no girl has ever said these things to me before. Nobody has ever looked at me and said I was worth choosing. I don't know what I'm supposed to do now."

Yuna sits up and scoots closer, resting her head against your shoulder. "You're starting to overthink again," she says. "I can hear the gears grinding from here. Don't do it. We're not asking you to solve a puzzle. We just want to know one thing. Do you want this? To belong to us. And to let us belong to you."

You look at Yeji. Tears are running silently down her cheeks, catching the low light. She reaches up and wipes one away with the heel of her hand.

"I know it's strange," she says, and her attempt at composure is barely holding. "But the three of us were never really normal. We never had a normal friendship, a normal living situation, a normal anything. Maybe this is just the next version of what we've always been." She sniffs. "It could work. If you want to try. But only if you actually want to, not because you feel pressured, not because you feel sorry for us, not because you think it's what we need to hear. I know you just got out of a relationship. I know you're still hurting. Maybe this wasn't the right time. Maybe Yuna was reckless bringing it up tonight."

"I was strategically brave," Yuna corrects quietly.

Yeji almost smiles. "Maybe this was terrible timing. And if you need time, we'll give you time. Nothing changes between us if you say no. I need you to know that."

Yuna's hand finds yours on the rug. Her fingers slip between yours. You look down at your intertwined hands. You look at Yeji, sitting there with tears on her face and her heart ripped open on the floor in front of you.

You squeeze Yuna's hand. "I love you both. We can figure this out, the three of us.” Yuna's grip tightens on your fingers. “The friendship doesn't end, it just... grows into something bigger. Something that's been trying to happen for a long time, I think. And I promise I won't mess it up. I'll figure it out as I go, but I won't mess it up."

Yuna lifts her head from your shoulder and presses a long, firm kiss to your cheek. "Just keep being who you are," she murmurs against your skin. "That's what we fell for. Don't try to become someone else. You do that. You adjust yourself for people. Not with us."

Then Yuna looks over at Yeji and gives her a small nod. A little tilt of her chin that says go.

Yeji shifts forward on the rug, closing the distance between you on her knees. She stops right in front of you, close enough that you can see the tear tracks drying on her cheeks, close enough that you can smell her perfume underneath the salt and alcohol. She places both hands on your shoulders, her fingers curling lightly into the fabric of your shirt.

She looks into your eyes as if she’s saving the moment for later. "I guess it's time to find out if you're a good kisser," she says, aiming for nonchalance, her trembling hands betraying her.

"If I'm bad at it, lie," you tell her. "I'm emotionally fragile right now. I cannot handle criticism."

She laughs. It breaks out of her wet and bright, cracking through the tears, and it lights up her whole face. "Deal," she manages.

She takes one more breath. Her fingers tighten on your shoulders. And then she closes the distance all at once, pressing her lips to yours like she's afraid she'll lose her nerve if she hesitates for even a second longer. It begins lightly, careful even, before something in her gives way; she leans in with her full weight, hands slipping up to your jaw and cheeks, pulling you closer. Her mouth opens against yours and you taste salt from her tears and the faint sweetness of whatever she drank tonight and underneath all of it just Yeji. Her tongue meets yours, the kiss turns deeper, more urgent, more raw. She presses into you, leaning forward until you lose your balance and fall back onto the rug with Yeji above you.

She doesn't stop. She kisses you with her full body, her hands cradling your face, her hips settling against yours, her chest pressed flat to your chest. Years of restraint unraveling in real time. You hold her waist, your fingers gripping the fabric of her shirt, and you kiss her back with everything you've been pretending was friendship. When your lips finally part, you're both breathing hard. Yeji stays on top of you, her forehead resting against yours, her thumbs stroking your cheekbones.

"So?" Yuna asks from somewhere to your left. "Scale of one to ten. How's the kiss?"

Yeji doesn't look away from you. "Ten," she says softly.

"Are you being sincere or just being nice?" you ask, your hands still on her waist.

She touches her nose to yours. Her eyes are red and swollen and shining and she's smiling so wide it looks like it hurts. "I have never been so sincere in my life," she says. Then she kisses you again, light and fleeting, as if to seal it.

Yuna watches from the side with her chin resting on her fist, grinning like she just orchestrated a heist. Which, in a way, she kind of did. "I think," she announces, "that I deserve a kiss too. As a reward. For saving the night."

Yeji, still hovering close to you, shoots her a look. "You almost ruined everything."

"Almost is the key word there. My intuition never fails me." She shrugs, unbothered. "I read the room. I made the move. I was right. You're welcome."

Yeji rolls her eyes but shifts to the side, giving Yuna space. Yuna crawls across the rug toward you on her hands and knees, stopping right in front of your face. From this close, her eyes shine with alcohol, hazy on the surface but focused underneath, fixed on you. "I can't believe I'm actually doing this," she murmurs. "But it feels so right that I don't even care."

She kisses you. And where Yeji's kiss was emotional, layered with years of restraint finally breaking open, Yuna's kiss is heat. Pure, immediate, consuming heat. She grabs the front of your shirt and pulls you in, and her mouth is confident and demanding, her tongue sliding against yours without any hesitation. She kisses with full intensity, no filter, no holding back. Your hand instinctively goes to the back of her neck and she makes a low, satisfied sound against your lips.

When she pulls back, she bites down on your lower lip and tugs it gently, releasing it slowly. She holds eye contact the entire time, and the look on her face makes your heart slam against your ribs. "Ryujin will never have you back now," she says, still inches from your mouth. "Even if she begged."

You turn to Yeji, still catching your breath. "So? Was that weird for you? Watching your girlfriend kiss me?"

Yeji holds your gaze for a long moment, her face unreadable, before she says flatly, “That actually turned me on a lot.”

"Yes!" Yuna throws both fists up. "Triple kiss. Right now. Let's go."

They both move toward you and you hold up your hands. "Full disclosure, I have never done a three-way kiss before. I don't know the logistics."

"Don't worry about logistics." Yuna grabs one side of your face and Yeji takes the other. "We'll teach you everything. Throughout this entire relationship, we are going to corrupt your purity in every single imaginable way."

“That sounds like both a promise and a threat,” you murmur, smiling despite yourself.

The triple kiss is awkward at first. Someone's nose bumps someone else's chin. Yuna giggles against your mouth and the vibration throws Yeji off and then all three of you are laughing, foreheads pressed together, trying again. The alcohol in their systems isn't exactly helping with coordination. But then Yuna tilts her head just right and Yeji adjusts and suddenly all three mouths find each other and it clicks. Three tongues, three sets of lips, this strange and messy tangle that shouldn't work but does. It's weird. It's incredibly hot. You feel Yuna's teeth graze your lip at the same time Yeji's tongue brushes yours and your brain short-circuits for a solid three seconds.

When you all break apart, breathing heavy, Yuna runs her hand slowly across your chest. Her fingers trace the line of your collarbone through your shirt, then down your sternum. "So," she says, her palm flat against your chest, feeling your heartbeat. "Since we're all clearly horny for each other and the vibes are immaculate... how about we find out what our chemistry is like in bed?"

"Subtle," Yeji says.

"I'm not trying to be subtle. I'm trying to get laid. Drunken sex is way better as a threesome."

Yeji narrows her eyes. "How would you know that?"

"I heard about it," Yuna says way too quickly. "From a friend. Moving on."

Yeji turns to you, checking in. "What do you think?"

You glance at Yuna, then at Yeji; two stunning girls, cheeks warm, eyes a little hazy, both of them fixed on you like nothing else exists. And they've just said they love you. You let that hang for a second before you smile. “Well,” you say, “if we’ve come this far… we might as well see it through.”

Yuna pumps her fist. The three of you stand up, Yuna swaying dangerously and grabbing your arm for balance.

You end up in the girls' room because it has the biggest bed, a king-size with white sheets that looks almost absurdly inviting.

You start unbuttoning your shirt, fingers working down the front. "Quick question. Are there condoms here?"

Yuna, already pulling her dress over her head, pauses with the fabric bunched around her shoulders. "Normally it's not necessary between the two of us. If you catch my drift."

"So... raw?"

"Drunken, raw sex." She gets the dress off and tosses it somewhere behind her. "It's the perfect combination."

"You're insane," Yeji says, unzipping her skirt.

"Everyone calls me insane, but nobody ever applauds my foresight." Yuna holds up a finger. "I prudently purchased emergency contraception pills in advance. In case my plan worked."

Yeji freezes mid-zip. "You actually bought them?"

"Of course I bought them. This was all part of my foolproof plan." She gestures at the three of you. "Step one, confess feelings. Step two, make out. Step three, have incredible sex. Step four, morning-after pill. I am a responsible adult."

"You can’t even remember your own anniversary," Yeji scoffs.

"I’m selectively responsible," Yuna shoots back. “Now hush and strip.”

You pull your shirt off over your head, then undo your belt and step out of your pants. The girls are undressing across from you. Yeji unhooks her skirt and lets it drop, standing in a matching black bra and panties, her body slim and defined, her waist pulling in neatly and her shoulders subtly strong. At a glance she looks delicate, but there’s clear muscle in her arms and a firm, flat stomach with the slightest hint of abs from workouts she never mentions. The lamplight catches on her collarbones, highlighting their shape.

Yuna’s next to her wearing only panties, no bra — naturally. She’s built on long, clean lines, her torso slim before it flares into rounded hips that give her shape. Her legs are long and toned, almost exaggerated in length, and her waist narrows sharply above them, tying it all together. Her breasts are small and perky, nipples already stiff in the cool air, and she stands there with zero self-consciousness, one hand on her hip.

"Surprised?" Yuna says, gesturing at her bare chest.

"Not really," Yeji replies, reaching behind her own back to unclasp her bra. "You could literally see your nipples through the fabric of that dress all night."

"That was intentional." Yuna reaches over and helps Yeji slide the bra straps down her arms. Yeji's breasts are similar in size, small and firm, proportional to her slender frame. The two of them stand there topless, shoulder to shoulder, looking at you sitting on the edge of the bed in your underwear.

"By the way," Yuna tilts her head, "have you two ever seen each other naked before?"

You and Yeji both say "No" at the same time.

"Actually," Yeji corrects, "I saw you in a towel once. That’s as far as we’ve gotten."

"You walked in early," you point out. "I had no idea you were home. That hardly counts."

"I know," she says simply, eyes lingering on you. "Still stuck with me, though.”

"You're blushing," Yuna observes with delight.

"Yeah? And whose fault is that?" you mutter. Yuna just smiles, amused.

You draw in a slow breath, trying to steady yourself, but it doesn’t really help. The two of them are right there, framed by the soft spill of bedroom light, and the reality of it presses in all at once. You glance between them, a little lost, a little overwhelmed.

"I—" you start, then stop, a quiet, almost nervous laugh slipping out. "You’re… both of you, you’re seriously the most beautiful girls I’ve ever seen." It comes out unpolished, honest to a fault. You shake your head faintly, trying to catch up with your own words. "I don’t even know how I’m supposed to act right now.”

They exchange a glance. Then they walk toward you together, and Yuna puts her hand on your chest and pushes gently. "Hey," she murmurs, "relax. You’re overthinking it." Her thumb brushes lightly where her hand rests. "You're here specifically to avoid doing that, remember?"

You huff a quiet breath, nodding. "Yeah… You're right, I was overthinking. Sorry. Kinda automatic at this point."

Yuna's eyes soften. "It’s just us. Same chemistry as always." A faint grin. "Just go with it.”

“Okay, ma’am.”

They both smile and climb onto the bed on either side of you and pull you down onto your back. Immediately it becomes a tangle of mouths and hands, lips finding lips, tongues meeting, a three-way rotation that has no structure and doesn't need one. You kiss Yeji while Yuna bites your earlobe. You kiss Yuna while Yeji drags her lips across your jaw. Your hands explore both of them, sliding over warm skin, the dip of Yuna's waist, the ridge of Yeji's hip bone. You cup both of their breasts, one in each palm, feeling how similar they are in size, small enough to fit perfectly in your hands. You squeeze gently and Yuna arches into your touch while Yeji lets out a slow breath against your neck.

You turn to Yuna and take her breast into your mouth, your tongue circling her nipple, sucking gently at first, then harder. She tangles her fingers in your hair and grips, pulling your head closer.

"Fuck, that feels good," she breathes, her hips shifting against the mattress.

Meanwhile, Yeji's mouth finds your neck and she kisses a trail down to your collarbone, her teeth grazing the skin just enough to make you shiver. Her hand slides down your chest, your stomach, tracing the waistband of your underwear before pressing flat against the hard outline of your cock through the fabric. She feels you throb against her palm and her fingers curl around the shape of you through the cotton.

When you release Yuna's breast, she's already pushing your shoulder down until you're flat on your back. Each girl is on one side of you now, propped up on their elbows, and they both reach for your waistband at the same time. They tug your underwear down together, Yuna pulling one side, Yeji the other, working them past your hips and down your thighs until you kick them off the rest of the way.

Your cock stands fully hard against your stomach, thick and flushed. Yuna stares at it. Then she wraps her fingers around the shaft and gives one slow, experimental stroke. "Okay, wow. This is a trustworthy husband's dick right here." She strokes again, measuring. "Perfect size. Perfect thickness. Like it was engineered."

"Thank you," you manage. "I think."

"I haven't held a real cock in so long," she says, almost wistfully. "I've just been sucking on strap-ons."

"Please don't make me insecure about not having a real penis," Yeji says dryly.

"Never, babe." Yuna leans over and gives Yeji a quick kiss. "I love your pussy. Wouldn't trade it for anything in this world." She turns back to your cock, stroking it slowly from base to tip. "But also, this is really nice. Yeji, get him wet for me."

Both girls shift downward on the bed, settling between your legs. You prop yourself up on your elbows to watch, because there is no universe in which you're going to miss this. Yuna on your left, Yeji on your right, both of their faces inches from your cock, their breath warm against the sensitive skin.

You tremble when the first mouth makes contact. It's Yeji, pressing her lips softly to the underside of your shaft, just below the head. A gentle, almost experimental kiss. Then Yuna mirrors her on the other side, her lips dragging slowly along the length, planting a trail of wet kisses from base to tip. They take their time, savoring, exploring. Yeji's tongue traces a long, flat stripe up one side while Yuna's tongue follows the same path on the other. When they reach the tip, their tongues meet, swirling around the head together, lapping at the sensitive underside where the frenulum is, and the sight alone nearly breaks you. Two beautiful girls, cheek to cheek, their lips glistening, taking turns flicking their tongues across the slit.

"You're twitching already," Yuna murmurs against your skin. "We barely started."

"Give him a break," Yeji says, pressing a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the side of your cock. "He's been in a monogamous relationship for years. This is probably a lot."

"It's a lot," you confirm.

Yuna grins and wraps her lips around the head, just the tip, sucking gently. She holds it there, her tongue circling lazily inside her mouth, and your hips jerk involuntarily. She pulls off with a wet sound and looks up at you through her lashes. "Sensitive boy," she teases.

"Can you blame me?"

"Not even a little,” Yuna concedes.

Yeji takes her turn, sliding her lips over the head and sinking down slowly, taking you inch by inch. She's meticulous about it, controlled, her mouth tight and wet as she works her way down the shaft. She gets about halfway before pulling back, dragging her lips along the length, leaving a trail of spit that catches the lamplight. She strokes you with one hand, twisting gently on the upstroke, and leans in to press her tongue flat against the underside.

"Okay," you breathe. "Okay, that's really good."

“Yeah?” Yeji lifts her gaze to meet yours, a faint smile tugging at her lips.

“Really good,” you murmur.

Yuna bumps her shoulder against Yeji’s. “Move over. Let me show you how to ruin him.”

“I’m doing fine,” Yeji insists.

“You’re doing great, babe,” she counters, smirking. “But I’m about to be legendary.” Yuna takes your cock in her hand and angles it toward her mouth, looking up at you one more time. "Hold my hair."

You gather Yuna's long dark hair in your fist, pulling it back from her face, and she sinks down on you without any preamble. Deep. Her lips stretch around your shaft as she takes you further than Yeji did, further than you expected, until you feel yourself hitting the back of her throat. She gags slightly but doesn't pull off. Instead she adjusts her angle and pushes further, her throat constricting around the head of your cock, and the pressure is so intense your hand tightens in her hair involuntarily.

"Fuck," you whisper.

She holds you there for a long beat, then pulls back slowly, a thick string of saliva connecting her lips to your cock. She strokes you through the mess, slick and filthy, and grins up at you with watery eyes. "Told you," she rasps. "Legendary."

Meanwhile, Yeji shifts lower. You feel her lips press against the base of your shaft, then lower still, kissing a path down to your balls. She takes one into her mouth gently, rolling it with her tongue, and the combination of Yeji's mouth down there and Yuna's hand still stroking your shaft in long, lazy pulls makes you grip the sheets with your free hand. "You two are going to kill me."

"What a way to go, though," Yuna says, then takes you back into her mouth. This time she bobs her head with purpose, setting a rhythm, her lips sealed tight around you as she works up and down. The sounds are obscene, wet and sloppy, and she's making no effort to keep it quiet. Every time she pulls up, she swirls her tongue around the head before sinking back down, and her hand follows her mouth, stroking whatever she can't reach.

Below her, Yeji is lavishing attention on your balls, alternating between them, sucking gently, her tongue tracing the sensitive skin. Occasionally her tongue slides up to meet Yuna's lips on the shaft and they overlap for a second, licking the same spot together, and it sends a jolt through your entire body every single time it happens.

"Look at me," Yuna says, pulling off you with a gasp. Your cock is dripping, absolutely coated in spit, throbbing against your stomach. She strokes it slowly, keeping you right on edge. "Do you like watching us share your cock?"

"That's a stupid question,” you mutter, breath uneven.

"Answer it anyway."

"Yes. Obviously yes,” you confess.

"Good boy." She leans down and runs her tongue from the base all the way to the tip, excruciatingly slow. Yeji comes up from below and does the same on the other side, and they meet at the head again, their tongues tangling around you. Yuna cups the back of Yeji's head and pulls her in, and for a moment they're kissing each other with your cock pressed between their lips, their tongues sliding over you and over each other, and you have to look away at the ceiling for a second because the sight alone is too much to handle.

"He looked away," Yuna laughs.

"Don't look away," Yeji says softly, and something about the way she says it, quiet and a little commanding, makes you look back immediately. She holds your gaze and drags her tongue across the head of your cock, slow and teasing, never breaking eye contact.

"Okay, that was hot," Yuna admits. "Do that again." Yeji does it again. You grip the sheets harder.

They switch. Yeji takes the shaft this time, her mouth bobbing steadily while Yuna goes low, mouthing at your balls, sucking one in and humming against the sensitive skin. Yeji's rhythm is different from Yuna's. More measured, more precise. She finds the spots that make you twitch and revisits them methodically, her tongue hitting the same nerve over and over until you're practically shaking. Yuna's hand reaches up and wraps around the base, stroking in sync with Yeji's mouth.

"You're getting really hard," Yeji notes, pulling off to catch her breath. She presses her cheek against your shaft, feeling you pulse against her skin. "Like, noticeably harder than a minute ago."

"Is that a complaint?"

"It's an observation." She licks a long stripe up the side. "I like it."

Yuna resurfaces, wiping her chin with the back of her hand. She admires the mess they've made, your cock slick and glistening, spit dripping down the shaft and pooling at the base.

"I think he's wet enough," she announces, giving you one final stroke that makes your cock jump. She sits up and pushes her hair out of her face. "Babe, did you bring the strap like I asked?"

Yeji pulls off you and wipes her mouth. "It's in the suitcase."

"Go get it." Yeji climbs off the bed, her legs a little unsteady, and crosses the room to the suitcase in the corner. She crouches down and unzips it, rummaging through folded clothes.

"You packed that for a beach trip," you say.

Yeji doesn't even look at you. "Yuna told me to."

"And aren't you glad she did," Yuna says, turning to you. She shifts on the bed, propping herself on one elbow, and the lamp catches the sheen of spit still glistening on her lips. "So. Let me explain how things usually work between us. Your best friend — sweet, thoughtful, reads-before-bed Yeji — likes to be the top. She's a control freak in every area of her life, and the bedroom is no exception. She runs the show. Sets the pace. Decides when, where, and how hard."

"I'm standing right here," Yeji calls from across the room.

"And she's amazing at it," Yuna continues, ignoring her. "And I, personally, love nothing more than doing exactly what a pretty girl tells me to do. It's a perfect system." She hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slides them down her long legs, kicking them off the edge of the bed. She's completely naked now, all smooth skin and sharp hip bones and those endless legs stretched out beside you. She tosses the panties somewhere behind her without looking.

Yeji returns to the bed holding a black harness with a silicone cock attached, a realistic-looking one, matte black, curved slightly. She kneels on the mattress and holds it up. "Are you thinking DP?”

"Yes," Yuna confirms sweetly. "But prep me first. I want to enjoy it."

"Lube or mouth?" Yeji asks, already stepping into the harness and pulling the straps up her thighs. There's something about the visual — Yeji, delicate and fine-boned, with that thing strapped to her — that keeps your eyes glued to her.

"Mouth," Yuna says. "Please. Infinitely better."

Yeji smiles, tightening the last strap. "Get into position then."

Yuna turns to you and throws a leg over your hips, straddling you. She reaches back and takes your cock in her hand, still soaked from the blowjob, and positions the head at her entrance. She rubs it against her slit a few times, coating herself with the mixture of saliva and her own wetness, and you feel how hot she is, how slick. "While Yeji gets me ready back there," Yuna says, looking down at you, "I'm going to get used to this. I want to know what you feel like inside me."

She sinks down onto you. Slowly. Inch by inch. Her lips part and her eyes flutter shut as your cock stretches her open, her pussy gripping you tight. She takes a shaky breath when she bottoms out, her hips flush against yours, every inch of you buried inside her.

"Fuck," she exhales. "Fuck, you're thick."

"You okay?"

"More than okay." She rolls her hips experimentally, adjusting. "Your cock fits me so well. God. I needed this."

She leans forward and lies flat against your chest, her small breasts pressing against your skin, her face tucked into your neck. The angle changes and you both feel it, your cock shifting deeper inside her. You hold her waist with both hands and start moving, slow and steady, rocking your hips upward in shallow thrusts. "You're so tight," you murmur into her hair.

"All for you, babe," she breathes against your throat.

Behind Yuna, Yeji kneels on the mattress between your spread legs. She runs her hands up the backs of Yuna's thighs, admiring the view: Yuna impaled on your cock, her ass raised slightly, completely exposed. Yeji takes both of Yuna's cheeks in her hands and spreads them apart. "Ready?" Yeji asks.

"Please," Yuna whispers into your neck. Yeji leans in and presses her tongue flat against Yuna's ass. The effect is instant. Yuna shudders on top of you, a full-body tremor that you feel through your cock, her pussy clenching around you involuntarily. "Oh fuck," she gasps. "Oh, that's so good."

You keep fucking her slowly from below, your hands gripping her waist, while Yeji works her tongue in tight circles. She knows exactly what she's doing back there. She traces the rim with the tip of her tongue, then presses in gently, then pulls back to lick in long flat strokes. Every time she pushes deeper, Yuna tightens around your cock and her nails dig into your shoulders.

"She's so good at that," Yuna pants against your chest. "You have no idea. Her tongue is fucking incredible."

"I can feel what she's doing to you," you say, because every time Yeji does something with her mouth, Yuna's pussy responds, clenching and relaxing in waves around your shaft.

"Yeji, right there," Yuna moans, pushing her hips backward into Yeji's face. "Right there, don't stop."

Yeji grips Yuna's hips to hold her steady and works her tongue with focused intensity, alternating between broad licks and pointed pressure, getting her wet and relaxed. You feel Yuna slowly loosening up, her body surrendering to the double sensation of your cock inside her pussy and Yeji's tongue in her ass. She's melting on top of you, her breath hot and ragged against your neck, her fingers curling and uncurling against your chest.

"More," Yuna begs softly. "Give me more."

Yeji responds by pressing her tongue deeper, working past the resistance, and Yuna buries her face in your shoulder and trembles. You thrust up into her slowly, matching Yeji's rhythm, and for a long, suspended moment the three of you find a pace together. Your cock pushing into Yuna from below. Yeji's tongue working her open from behind. Yuna caught between you both, drowning in it.

"This is perfect," Yuna breathes, barely audible. "This is so fucking perfect. Don't stop. Either of you. Please don't stop.”

Yeji keeps working Yuna's ass with her tongue, long and thorough, her hands gripping Yuna's cheeks apart while she licks and presses and circles with a focus that tells you she's done this dozens of times. She knows every response, every twitch, every shift in Yuna's breathing. When Yuna clenches, Yeji slows down. When Yuna pushes back, Yeji gives her more. It's practiced and instinctual at the same time, and the way Yuna is melting on top of you makes it clear that Yeji has turned this into something close to an art form.

"You want to know a secret about your girl here?" Yeji says, pulling back just enough to talk while her thumb traces lazy circles against Yuna's slick rim. She's looking at you over Yuna's arched back, her lips wet. "In bed is the only time she actually listens. The only time in her entire life she does what she's told."

Yuna whimpers against your chest.

"Look at her," Yeji continues, pressing her thumb gently against the loosened ring of muscle. "Completely surrendered. And I haven't even started fucking her yet. She gets like this every time. All that big energy, all that loud mouth, and all I have to do is get my tongue in her ass and she turns into the most obedient little thing you've ever seen."

"It's true," Yuna mumbles into your skin, her hips rocking in small circles, grinding your cock deeper inside her pussy. "She owns me in bed. I can't help it."

"You don't want to help it," Yeji corrects. She leans back in and gives Yuna one more long, slow lick that makes her whole body shiver.

You keep your thrusts shallow and steady from below, holding Yuna's waist, feeling her pulse around you every time Yeji does something with her mouth. The three of you have found this rhythm that keeps building without rushing anywhere.

Yuna lifts her head from your chest, her cheeks flushed, her eyes glassy. "Can I ask you something kind of funny?"

"Right now?"

"When is there a better time? You're inside me, we're bonding." She rolls her hips and your cock shifts and you both react to it. "Have you ever heard us having sex? Through the walls?"

You laugh, a little breathless. "At the beginning of your relationship, yeah. When you'd come home drunk, I'd hear things. Sounds. Through the wall."

"What kind of sounds?" Yuna grins.

"Sounds I was not trying to identify. I'd just put on headphones and fall asleep listening to music."

"That's so sweet," Yuna says. "Respecting our privacy like that. A true gentleman."

Yeji pauses her work behind Yuna and rests her chin on Yuna's lower back. "The next morning I would wake up and remember the noises we made the night before and I couldn't even look at him at breakfast. I'd just stare at my coffee and pray he didn't bring it up."

"I never brought it up."

"I know. That made it worse, somehow. The politeness was deafening."

"Well," Yuna says, pushing her hips back toward Yeji, "now we can be as loud as we want. No more headphones. No more awkward breakfasts. Full volume."

Yeji's hand comes down on Yuna's ass in a crisp, measured slap that echoes in the room. Yuna gasps and then laughs, pressing her forehead to your chest. "I had to buy a gag," Yeji tells you casually, running her palm over the pink mark she just left. "To keep her quiet. She's the loudest person I've ever slept with."

"In my defense," Yuna says, lifting her head again, "I look really sexy with the gag on."

"She does," Yeji confirms.

Yuna props herself up on your chest, looking down at you with her hair falling around both your faces. She's smiling that wild smile. "Isn't this cool, though? The three of us, just hanging out, talking, having fun. A threesome is basically a friend hangout. Same energy, same conversation. The only difference is there's a cock in my pussy and your best friend's tongue was just in my ass."

"You have such a way with words."

"Thank you, I've been told I'm eloquent."

Yeji sits up behind Yuna and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. She runs her fingers lightly over Yuna's ass, testing the looseness, pressing gently. "I think she's ready. It's not like it's her first time anyway."

"Not even close," Yuna confirms. She adjusts herself on top of you, lying flat against your chest so that her back arches and her ass rises, presenting herself. The change in angle opens her up even more, and you can feel how wet she is around your cock, slick and hot and gripping you with every small shift of her hips.

"Stay still for a second," Yeji tells both of you. Her tone has shifted. It's not harsh, but there's an authority in it that wasn't there before.

You feel the mattress shift as Yeji positions herself on her knees behind Yuna. She grips the base of the strap-on with one hand and guides the tip to Yuna's ass, pressing gently against the loosened entrance. Yuna takes a breath against your chest.

"Relax, baby," Yeji murmurs. "Open up for me."

Yuna exhales, long and slow, and you feel her body soften on top of you. Yeji pushes forward. The head of the strap-on presses past the initial resistance and Yuna's fingers curl against your chest, gripping your skin. Through the thin wall separating Yuna's pussy and her ass, you feel the strap-on sliding in. The pressure against the underside of your cock is immediate and intense, this firm fullness pushing against you through Yuna's body.

"Oh god," Yuna whispers. "Oh fuck. Go slow."

"I always go slow," Yeji says, easing another inch in. "I've got you. Just breathe." Yuna breathes. You hold her waist and stay still, letting her adjust, feeling the strap-on settle deeper until you sense Yeji's hips press flush against Yuna's ass. She's fully inside. Both of you are fully inside. Yuna is stretched around two cocks and her entire body is trembling against yours. "Tell me when," Yeji says.

Yuna takes three shaky breaths. Then she nods against your chest. "Move. Both of you. Please."

Yeji starts first. She pulls back slowly and pushes forward again, a measured stroke that sends a ripple of pressure through Yuna's body that you feel directly against your cock. You begin matching her, thrusting up from below on alternating strokes, so that when Yeji pushes in, you pull back, and when you push up, she pulls out. The rhythm takes a few seconds to find, but once it clicks, once the two of you sync up, Yuna exhales something low and raw.

"Fuck," she gasps. "Fuck, fuck, that's so good."

"There she goes," Yeji says, gripping Yuna's hips from behind and thrusting a little faster. "There's my noisy girl."

"I can't help it. You're both filling me up. I feel so fucking full."

"You love it," Yeji says.

"I love it. I love it so fucking much."

You grip Yuna's waist tighter and pick up your pace from below, driving deeper into her pussy, and the friction of the strap-on against you through her body adds this extra layer of pressure that has your own toes curling. Yuna is caught between the two of you, getting fucked from both ends, and she's lost in it. Her nails dig into your shoulders. Her mouth hangs open against your collarbone. Her hips rock between you and Yeji, pushing back to take the strap deeper, then grinding forward to take your cock to the hilt.

"What's it feel like, baby?" Yeji asks, her hands sliding up Yuna's sides. "Tell us."

"Full," Yuna moans. "So full. Your cock feels so good in my ass, babe. And his cock is so deep in my pussy I can feel it in my stomach."

You thrust up harder and she cries out, her back arching.

"And you," Yuna pants, looking down at you with half-lidded eyes. "You're hitting every spot. Your dick is perfect. It's so thick and it stretches me out so good. Ryujin was insane for letting this go."

"Focus," Yeji says from behind, snapping her hips forward with a thrust that makes Yuna jolt. "Don't talk about her. Talk about us."

"Sorry, sorry. You're right. Just you two. Only you two." Yuna bites her lip and pushes back into Yeji's stroke. "Yeji, harder. Please. Fuck my ass harder."

"Ask nicely."

"Please, babe. Please fuck my ass harder. I'll be good. I'll be so good for you."

Yeji obliges. She grips Yuna's hips and starts driving into her with real force, the strap-on sinking deep on every stroke, and the sound of Yeji's hips slapping against Yuna's ass fills the room. You match her intensity from below, thrusting up into Yuna's soaking pussy, and Yuna's moans climb in pitch and volume until she's not holding anything back anymore.

"Oh god! Oh fuck! I'm going to cum. You're both going to make me cum so hard."

"Good," Yeji says, breathless now, sweat beading on her forehead. "Cum for us, baby. Moan for us. Moan like the pretty little slut you are." She looks at you over Yuna's shoulder. "Help me make her cum. Fuck her hard. Make our girl scream."

Our girl. Something about those two words settles deep under your skin. You grab Yuna's hips from below and drive up into her, hard, fast, angling your cock to drag against her front wall on every stroke. Yeji matches you thrust for thrust from behind, and Yuna is trapped between the two of you getting absolutely ruined and loving every second of it.

"Right there," Yuna gasps. "Right there, both of you, don't stop, please don't stop, I'm so close, I'm so fucking close, please, please, please—"

Her whole body locks up. Her thighs clamp against your sides. Her nails rake down your chest and her pussy clamps so tight around your cock it's almost painful. She screams. Loud enough that you're grateful this is an Airbnb and not a hotel, her body convulsing between the two of you as the orgasm rips through her. Yeji keeps thrusting through it, slower now, drawing it out, and you keep your cock buried deep inside her while her walls pulse and spasm around you.

When it finally fades, Yuna collapses against your chest, boneless, breathing in ragged bursts. She laughs. This incredulous, disbelieving laugh that bubbles up from somewhere deep. "Holy shit," she whispers. "That was the best orgasm I've ever had. I'm not being dramatic. That was genuinely the best one. I think I blacked out for a second."

Yeji slowly, carefully pulls the strap-on out of Yuna's ass. Yuna winces slightly and then sighs, her body going fully limp on top of you. Your cock is still inside her, throbbing, painfully hard. You were so close.

"She almost made me cum," you breathe.

Yuna grins lazily against your chest. She lifts herself off your cock slowly, gasping as you slide out, and rolls onto her back beside you. Your cock stands rigid and dripping, coated in Yuna's wetness, pulsing with every heartbeat. "Yeji, baby. Help our boy out. He earned it."

Yeji unstraps the harness and drops it off the side of the bed. She crawls toward you, and you watch her approach, this beautiful girl with her blonde hair messed up and her eyes hungry. She kneels beside you and wraps her hand around your cock, slick with Yuna's arousal, and starts stroking. Firm, steady, twisting at the head on every upstroke.

"Sit up a little," Yuna murmurs, scooting closer until your cock hovers directly over her chest. She looks up at you and Yeji with that fucked-out, blissful expression. "I want to feel it. Cum on me."

Yeji strokes you faster, her grip tightening, her thumb swiping across the sensitive underside of the head. She leans in close to your ear and says, low and commanding, "Cum for us. Give it to her."

Your hips buck into Yeji's fist and it hits you all at once. The orgasm tears through your entire body, starting at the base of your spine and radiating outward until your vision goes white. You cum hard. Harder than you've ever cum in your life. The first rope of cum lands thick and hot across Yuna's breasts, followed by another, and another, covering her small perky tits in white streaks. Yeji keeps stroking you through it, milking every last drop, until you're shuddering and gasping and grabbing her wrist because you physically cannot take any more.

Yuna looks down at her cum-covered chest and laughs softly. She drags a finger through the mess, scoops up a thick drop, and brings it to her lips. She closes her eyes as she tastes it, sucking her finger clean, her expression almost reverent. "It's been so long since I've tasted this," she says, savoring it. "I forgot how good it is. You taste so fucking good."

Yeji leans over and drags her tongue across one of Yuna's breasts, licking up a streak of your cum. She lets it sit on her tongue for a second, tasting, then swallows. She looks up at you, and there's a small drop of cum at the corner of her lip.

"She's right," Yeji says, licking the corner of her mouth clean. "It's really good.”

You lean forward and kiss Yeji. She tastes like you. The realization registers in her brain half a second later and her eyes go wide, and then something warm floods her expression, surprise melting into tenderness. You kissed her with your own cum on her lips and you didn't flinch. You didn't even think about it.

Yuna's mouth drops open. "Oh my god. You just kissed her after she licked your cum. You absolute freak. I love you."

You pull back from Yeji and shrug. "Seemed rude not to."

"Okay, king." Yuna props herself up on her elbow and looks at your cock, softening against your thigh. "Now I'm getting this thing ready again because it's Yeji's turn and I refuse to let the momentum die."

She shifts down the bed, still lying on her back, and tilts her head to the side until her mouth finds your softening cock, her throat open and relaxed, starting giving long, slow sucks that pull you in deep. It's lazy soft, the kind of oral that isn't trying to make you cum, just coaxing you back to life. Her tongue works the underside in broad strokes and you feel the blood returning, the sensitivity rebuilding, your cock thickening against her tongue.

Yeji reaches over and brushes a strand of dark hair away from Yuna's face, tucking it behind her ear so she can see her properly. Yuna's cheeks are hollowed around your shaft, her eyes closed, completely focused on the task. "She's beautiful, isn't she?" Yeji says softly, watching her girlfriend suck your cock with this expression that's equal parts love and awe.

"She really is," you agree.

"The first time I slept with her," Yeji continues, her thumb tracing Yuna's jaw while she works, "and I saw her naked for the first time, I remember lying there thinking I must be dreaming. Like my brain could not accept that this girl wanted me. That I got to touch her. I felt so lucky it scared me."

Yuna pulls off your cock with a wet sound and grins up at both of you, a string of spit connecting her lower lip to the head. "It’s not fair you two getting me emotional again when I’ve got a cock in my mouth. Stop being cute." She gives your shaft two firm strokes and inspects her work. Fully hard, flushed, ready. "There. Good as new."

She lets go and rolls to the side, propping herself up on one elbow. Yeji takes a breath, and you watch the dynamic shift in real time. The confident top who just fucked her girlfriend senseless is suddenly quiet, almost shy. She lies back on the bed, her blonde hair spreading across the pillow, and looks up at you with an expression that's trying very hard to be casual and failing completely. Yuna hooks her fingers into the waistband of Yeji's panties and slides them down her legs in one smooth motion, tossing them off the bed. Yeji is fully naked now, laid out before you.

"It's so hot seeing you be a sub for once," Yuna murmurs, running a fingertip down Yeji's sternum. "My bossy little top, all spread out and waiting."

"Not now, Yuna," Yeji whispers.

You settle between Yeji's legs, and the reality of what's happening threatens to short-circuit your brain. This is Yeji. Your roommate. Your best friend since freshman year. The girl who makes your coffee and falls asleep in your bed and has seen you at your absolute worst and stayed anyway. And she's lying naked beneath you, her thighs open, her chest rising and falling with uneven breaths, looking at you like you're the only thing that exists.

You slide one hand across her abs, feeling the warmth of her body, the muscles tensing under your palm. Your other hand goes to her inner thigh, spreading her leg wider. She lets you. She lets you do everything.

Yuna scoots closer and peers down between Yeji's legs, eyeing your cock hovering near her pussy. "Can I do the honors?"

She doesn't wait for an answer. She wraps her hand around your shaft and guides the tip to Yeji's entrance, rubbing the head through her folds. Yeji is already wet, slick against the head of your cock, and you push your hips forward gently as Yuna holds you steady.

The head pushes past her entrance and Yeji's breath catches. Not a moan, not a gasp. Something deeper than that. Something that sounds like it's been lodged in her chest for years and just now found its way out. You slide in slowly, inch by inch, and she's tight. Tighter than Yuna, her walls gripping you firmly, resisting and then yielding as you press deeper.

"You okay?" you ask, pausing halfway.

"Yes,” Yeji manages. She lets out a nervous laugh that cracks in the middle. "More than okay. I just don't even know what to think right now."

"Then don't think," Yuna says, lying down beside Yeji and curling against her side, one arm draped across her stomach. "Just feel him. Let it happen."

You push the rest of the way in and Yeji's eyes flutter shut when you bottom out. You stay there for a moment, fully buried inside your best friend, feeling her pulse around you. Yuna looks up at you from her spot beside Yeji, her chin resting on Yeji's shoulder. "Fuck your girlfriend," she says, low and direct. "She waited years for this. Don't make her wait another second."

You pull back slowly and thrust in again, gentle, testing. Yeji makes a soft sound and her hands find the sheets, gripping. You do it again. Building a rhythm, slow and deep, watching her face for every reaction. Her lips part. Her brow furrows. Her back arches just slightly off the mattress.

"There you go," Yuna murmurs against Yeji's shoulder, her hand sliding up to cup one of Yeji's breasts, squeezing gently. "There's my girl. Let him fuck you. You deserve this."

You pick up the pace gradually, your hips rolling into hers with more purpose, more depth. The wet sound of your cock sliding in and out of her fills the room, and Yeji's moans start climbing. Quiet at first, almost reluctant, like she's embarrassed to be loud after years of being the one in control. Then louder, pulled out of her involuntarily as you hit deeper.

"You feel incredible," you tell her, fully honest. "You're so tight. So wet."

"I can't believe this is happening," Yeji breathes, her eyes still closed. "I thought about this so many times. So many fucking times."

"Tell him," Yuna encourages, pinching Yeji's nipple between her fingers. "Tell him what you thought about."

"When you were with Ryujin," Yeji starts, and her voice trembles as you thrust into her, "I would lie in my room and hear you two through the wall. And I would close my eyes and imagine it was me. Every single time. I would imagine your hands on me instead of her. Your mouth on me. Your body on top of mine."

You thrust harder and she gasps, her back arching.

"And I hated myself for it," she continues, breathless. "Because you were my best friend and she was your girlfriend and I had no right to think about you like that. But I couldn't stop. Every time you touched my shoulder, or hugged me, or fell asleep next to me on the couch, I would replay it in my head for days."

"You have him now," Yuna says, her hand sliding down Yeji's stomach. "He's inside you right now. He's yours."

"I know," she manages to whisper, though it wavers. "I know he is."

You bring your hand between her legs while you fuck her, finding her clit with your thumb, rubbing in tight circles. Yeji's reaction is immediate. Her whole body jolts, her thighs clamping against your sides, her moans sharpening into something urgent.

"Look at you," Yuna whispers into Yeji's ear, loud enough for you to hear. "Getting fucked by the guy you've been dreaming about for years. Getting your tight little pussy stretched open by your best friend's cock. How does it feel, baby? Tell me how it feels."

"It feels perfect," Yeji moans. "He fills me up so good, Yuna. His cock is so deep inside me. I can feel every inch."

"That's my girl. Take every inch. You earned this. Every single night you spent wanting him and not saying anything, this is your reward."

Yeji's hand shoots down and grabs your wrist, not to stop you, but to hold on. She presses your hand harder against her clit, demanding more pressure, and you give it to her. You rub faster, firmer, while your cock pounds into her, and Yeji's composure shatters completely. She's loud now, louder than you've ever heard her be about anything, her moans filling the bedroom, her body writhing beneath you.

"Right there," she begs, her grip on your wrist bruising. "Right there, please, right there, don't stop, don't you dare stop—"

"He's not going anywhere," Yuna assures her, kissing her cheek, her jaw, her neck. "He's yours. We're both yours. Just let go, baby."

Yeji's legs wrap around your waist, pulling you deeper, and you feel her pussy getting wetter with every stroke, creamy and slick, coating your shaft. You look down and see the white ring forming at the base of your cock every time you pull back, and the visual sends a jolt straight through you.

"Fuck, Yeji," you groan. "You're creaming all over my cock."

"She does that," Yuna grins, watching. "It means you're doing everything right. Keep going. Don't let up."

You don't let up. Deep, steady strokes that push her into the mattress, her body shifting up the bed with every thrust. Her eyes are locked on yours and she's not looking away, not blinking, like if she breaks eye contact the spell will shatter and she'll wake up back in her dorm room staring at Lia's sunrise poster. Your hand slides up from her collarbone to her throat, your fingers wrapping around the side of her neck, just resting there, feeling her pulse hammering against your palm.

"Yes," she whispers. You squeeze. Just enough pressure to make her feel it, to make the blood rush louder in her ears, to narrow the world down to nothing but your hand and your cock and the sound of her own heartbeat.

"Oh fuck, that's hot," Yuna breathes, her fingers idly tracing circles on Yeji's stomach. "Look at her. Look at what you're doing to her. Show her how much you want to fuck her. Show her you've been thinking about this too."

You tighten your grip just a fraction and thrust harder, burying yourself to the hilt, and Yeji's hips buck off the mattress. Her hands fly up to your forearm, not pulling you away but holding on, her fingers digging into the muscle of your wrist.

"You're making me feel so fucking good," Yeji gasps, her chest heaving beneath you. "Nobody has ever fucked me like this. Not ever."

Yuna's hand slides down Yeji's stomach and takes over where you left off, her fingers finding Yeji's clit and rubbing in fast, tight circles. The effect is devastating. Yeji's whole body jolts, her abs clenching, her thighs trembling against your sides. She's getting stimulated from every direction at once and her brain can't keep up with any of it.

"That's it, baby," Yuna murmurs, her lips brushing Yeji's ear while her fingers work. "Let him fuck you. Let him own you. You spent years being the top. You spent years being in control. Let go of all of it right now. Be his good girl for once."

“I'm his good girl," Yeji whimpers, and the pet name catches her off guard as it leaves her mouth, something she doesn't normally say, wouldn't normally let herself say. "I'm yours, babe. I'm both of yours."

"Prove it," Yuna says. "Show him you wanted this as bad as he did. Show him how wet you are for him."

You lean down and kiss her. Hard. Messy. All teeth and tongue, nothing graceful about it. Yeji bites your lower lip and holds it, tugging, her teeth sinking in just hard enough to sting, and when she releases it she looks up at you with those sharp cat eyes glazed over and desperate.

"You have no idea how much I love you," she says against your mouth. "You have no fucking idea. I loved you when you were making me coffee at six in the morning. I loved you when you fell asleep on my shoulder during movies. I loved you when you walked around in a towel and I had to lock myself in my room because I couldn't breathe. I loved you through all of it and I never said a word."

"I'm here now," you tell her. "I'm right here."

"Then don't stop, babe. Fuck me harder."

Your hand stays on her neck and your hips find another gear, driving into her with force that makes the headboard tap against the wall. Yeji takes every thrust, her body absorbing the impact, her moans climbing in register until they're sharp and continuous. Yuna's fingers are relentless on her clit, rubbing fast and firm, and you can see the orgasm building in Yeji's face. The tightening around her eyes. The way her jaw clenches. The flush spreading from her chest up her neck.

"She's close," Yuna says, watching Yeji's face. "I know that face. She's about to cum so fucking hard. Keep going. Don't change a single thing."

"Look at me," you tell Yeji, and she forces her eyes open, locking onto yours. "Look at me when you cum."

"Oh god," Yeji chokes. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, don't stop—"

You fuck her through it, your cock driving deep, your hand squeezing her neck, and Yeji shatters. Her pussy clamps down on you hard, a rhythmic clenching that pulses around your shaft as the orgasm tears through her entire body. Her legs lock behind your back, pulling you in until there's no space left. Her hands grip your forearm and her nails break skin. She screams something that isn't a word, just raw sound ripping out of her throat.

"That's it, baby," Yuna encourages, her fingers still working Yeji's clit through the aftershocks. "Keep cumming on that cock. That's what you wanted, isn't it? That's what you spent years wanting. His cock deep inside you, making you cum until you can't fucking think. Take all of it. Take everything."

You keep thrusting, slower now but deeper, extracting every last wave from her. Yeji's body convulses beneath you in diminishing shudders, each one pulling a soft, broken sound from her mouth. Her grip on your arm loosens. Her legs fall open. Her chest heaves.

You're close. The pressure has been building since her pussy started squeezing you, and you're right on the edge, your cock aching, twitching, leaking precum inside her. "I'm about to cum," you grit out.

Yeji's eyes find yours immediately. "Cum on my face." She says it so directly, so earnestly, that it catches you off guard. "I've thought about this too many times to not feel it for real. Please. I want to feel every drop. I want it in my mouth, on my cheeks, dripping down my neck. I want to be disgusting with it. I want my girlfriend to see what a filthy slut I am for your cock. Ruin me. I'm serious. Fucking destroy me.”

You pull out of her and move up the bed, kneeling beside her head. Your cock is throbbing, dripping with her cum, and you wrap your fist around it and start stroking. Fast, tight, urgent.

Yeji tilts her head on the pillow and looks up at you, waiting. And the thing that gets you isn't how beautiful she is, even though she is, painfully so. It's that this is a face you've seen a thousand times. Across the kitchen table at seven in the morning, puffy-eyed and grumpy before coffee. On the couch at midnight, lit blue by the TV, laughing at something you said. You know every angle of this face. You've seen this face frustrated, exhausted, crying, laughing so hard she couldn't breathe. But you've never seen it like this. Blonde hair fanned across the pillow, skin flushed, lips swollen, looking up at you with those cat eyes completely unguarded, waiting for you to leave something on her skin that says she's yours.

"Cum for her," Yuna says from behind you, her chin resting on your shoulder, watching over you. "Cover that gorgeous face. Every inch. She wants it. Give it to her."

You stroke yourself faster, your hips jerking forward, and the orgasm hits you hard enough to make you lose your balance for a brief moment. The first spurt of cum lands thick and hot across Yeji's cheek, a white streak from her cheekbone to the corner of her mouth. She flinches at the warmth but doesn't close her eyes. The second rope crosses her forehead and drips into her hairline. The third hits her lips and chin, and she parts her mouth to catch some of it on her tongue. You keep stroking, grunting with each pulse, and more lands on her nose, her other cheek, the space between her brows. By the time the last weak spurt falls across her jaw, Yeji's face is covered. Thick white streaks painted across every sharp, beautiful feature, dripping down her temples, pooling in the hollow of her throat.

You're breathing so hard your vision is spotting at the edges. You lean forward and guide the head of your cock to Yeji's lips. She opens her mouth and takes the tip in, her tongue circling the sensitive head, sucking gently, cleaning the last drops from you. The overstimulation makes your thighs shake but you let her do it, watching her through half-closed eyes as she sucks you clean with cum smeared across her entire face.

Yuna peers over your shoulder and exhales slowly. "Yeji. Babe. You look so pretty right now. Like, actually stunning. Cum and all."

Yeji releases your cock from her mouth and blinks up at both of you through cum-clumped lashes. "Really?"

You look down at her. Your best friend. Your new girlfriend. Lying there glowing and wrecked, looking up at you for reassurance even now. "You look incredibly hot,” you admit. Yuna leans down and kisses Yeji full on the mouth, pressing her lips against the cum-covered mess without a second's hesitation. It's tender and filthy at the same time, Yuna's tongue sliding across Yeji's lower lip, tasting you on her girlfriend's face. When she pulls back, a thin bridge of cum and saliva connects their mouths.

"Okay," Yuna announces, popping up from the bed with an energy that should not be physically possible at this hour. "We need to document this moment."

"Document what," Yeji mumbles.

But Yuna is already off the bed, completely naked, striding out of the room. You hear her bare feet slapping against the hardwood, a bag unzipping, feet slapping back.

"Your girlfriend has crazy ideas," you say.

"Our girlfriend," Yeji corrects, staring at the ceiling. "Apparently."

"I still need to get used to that."

"You and me both."

Yuna returns with her phone and dives back onto the bed, lying beside Yeji. She leans over and drags her tongue up Yeji's cheek in one long, slow lick, scooping up a thick stripe of cum. She holds the phone up above both of them. "Say cheese."

She sticks her tongue out, showing the cum sitting on it, and grins at the camera. Yeji, too tired to protest, gives a gentle, fucked-out smile, her face still glistening. Click.

Yuna inspects the photo and makes a satisfied noise. "This is incredible. We look amazing."

Yeji's eyes narrow. "If that ever gets leaked, I will kill you. Then him. Then myself. In that order."

"Relax, babe. Your nudes have been in my phone for two years and not a single one has leaked. I take excellent care of my treasures."

"That's not as reassuring as you think it is."

Yuna sets the phone on the nightstand and stretches her arms above her head, arching her back, and then a massive yawn escapes her. It's contagious. Yeji yawns immediately after, covering her mouth with the back of her hand. Then you yawn, and all three of you are lying there yawning in chain reaction.

"Besides love," Yuna says, settling onto her back between the two of you, "we are collectively connected by sleep. It's beautiful."

Nobody moves to get cleaned up. Nobody mentions the shower. The three of you just lie side by side, naked and spent, staring at the ceiling. The sheets are a disaster. The room smells like sweat and sex and salt air from the open window. Somewhere outside, the ocean keeps pushing in and pulling back, indifferent and steady.

You hear Yeji laughing. Quiet, almost to herself, this soft little sound that bubbles up from somewhere private.

"What are you laughing at?" you ask.

"Nothing." She pauses. "I think this was the best night of my life. That's all. I'm just happy."

Yuna smiles at the ceiling. "Pretty great way to kick off a new beginning, huh?"

"The best," Yeji agrees. Her hand finds yours between your bodies, her fingers lacing through yours. Then her other hand reaches for Yuna's and finds it. The three of you, connected in a chain, lying in wrecked sheets, breathing together. "This would be a much more romantic moment," she whispers, "if I didn't have cum all over my face."

Yuna turns her head, studying her with open adoration. “This is exactly what love looks like. All sweat, cum, and messy hair. You’re literally the face of love right now.”

“I hate you,” Yeji groans.

“No, you don’t,” Yuna teases. “You love me.”

"I love you." Yeji admits, squeezes both your hands. "I love both of you.”

—

You wake slowly to the sound of whispering. Not urgent, not tense. Just soft and lazy, the kind people fall into when they don’t want to wake someone but aren’t exactly trying that hard to stay quiet. Your eyes adjust to the late morning light spilling through the curtains, and the first thing you notice is the warmth pressed against both sides of you.

Yuna is on your left, lying on her stomach with her chin resting on her folded arms, her dark hair a tangled mess across the pillow. Yeji is on your right, curled on her side facing Yuna, one hand tucked under her cheek. Both of them are naked from the waist up, the sheets pulled loosely to their hips. Last night, after everything, the three of you had barely managed to shower and swap the wrecked sheets for clean ones before collapsing back into bed in a tangle of damp skin and heavy limbs. You don't even remember falling asleep.

"What time is it," you mumble, your tongue thick with sleep.

"Good morning." Yeji smiles at you. "It's almost noon. We just woke up a few minutes ago."

"How are you feeling?" Yuna asks, tilting her head on her arms to look at you.

"Fine. Better now that I'm seeing you two." You stretch your arms above your head and settle back into the pillow. "Could get used to this view."

Yeji props herself up on her elbow. "So. Yuna and I were talking."

"Dangerous."

"The first step in this new relationship," Yeji continues, ignoring you, "is that everyone needs to be marked. Officially."

You squint at her. "Marked how?"

"Like this," Yuna says, and before you can react she leans in and kisses you, warm and slow, her hand resting on your jaw. Then her mouth drifts down to your neck, finding a spot just below your ear, and she sucks. Hard. You feel the blood rushing to the surface, the sting of it, and she holds it there for a few seconds before pulling back and admiring her work. "Perfect," she declares.

Then Yeji moves to your chest, pressing her lips against the skin just below your collarbone. Her mouth is softer than Yuna's, but she sucks with just as much intent, leaving a dark bloom on your chest. She sits back and looks at it with satisfaction.

You give a weak laugh, rubbing your neck where Yuna got you. "Okay. I'm starting to understand the assignment."

You pull them both closer by the waist and lean into Yuna first, kissing the side of her neck, finding a spot right above her collarbone and sucking until she squirms and grabs your shoulder. While your mouth is still on Yuna's skin, Yeji dips her head and bites Yuna's waist, a quick little nip with her teeth that makes Yuna yelp and flinch.

"Ow! What the hell?"

"All kinds of marks are valid," Yeji says, grinning.

You turn to Yeji and take her breast in your mouth, sucking on the soft skin just above her nipple until a reddish mark surfaces. She sucks in a breath and threads her fingers through your hair, holding you there. "Okay, that one's going to be visible if I wear a low top," she murmurs.

The three of you spend the next few minutes in this stupid, escalating war. Yuna leaves another hickey on your hip. You bite Yeji's shoulder. Yeji sucks a mark onto Yuna's inner thigh and Yuna kicks her reflexively. It devolves until all three of you are covered in little bruises and teeth marks like a trio of ridiculous teenagers, and Yuna finally rolls onto her back laughing, waving a white flag.

"Okay, stop, stop. This was a terrible idea. We look like we got attacked by something. Let's just get matching bracelets."

You catch your breath, sprawled between them, looking at the ceiling. "So what are we doing today?"

"There's a botanical garden twenty minutes from here," Yeji says immediately. "It's supposed to be really beautiful."

"There's also a vintage market by the pier," Yuna counters. "Way more fun. Way more energy."

"The botanical garden has a koi pond."

“The market has street food,” Yuna insists, lifting a brow.

“We can eat anywhere,” Yeji replies, unfazed.

"Not the same."

They go back and forth, talking over each other, their voices rising in that familiar competitive rhythm, and you close your eyes and let it wash over you until Yuna suddenly sits up, her face bright with an idea. "Okay. New proposal. Whoever has the last orgasm gets to pick where we go today."

Yeji stares at her. "What?"

"It's a fair system. Democratic, even. Orgasm-based democracy."

"How is that going to work?"

Yuna nods at you. "Our new boyfriend has a very obvious morning situation that he's been trying to hide under the sheet for the last ten minutes."

You stop pretending. "It's just biology."

"Biology is on our side today." Yuna grins. "Here's the deal. We both use him. Whoever cums last wins."

You look between them. "I'm fine with this, honestly. If it stops you two from arguing."

Yeji considers it for a moment, her competitive nature visibly warring with her dignity. Dignity loses. "Fine. I'll take his mouth."

"Then I get the cock," Yuna says, already reaching for the sheets. She pulls the bedsheet all the way back, exposing your body and the hard cock standing rigid against your stomach. Yuna takes a second to appreciate it, wrapping her fingers around the shaft and giving one slow stroke. "Good morning to you too," she tells it.

You adjust yourself flat on the bed, settling your head into the pillow. Yeji swings one leg over your chest and positions herself above your face, her thighs on either side of your head. From below, you can see everything. Yuna kneels between your legs and lifts your cock, rubbing the head through her folds, positioning you at her entrance.

The two girls look at each other across your body.

"Ready?" Yuna asks.

"Ready," Yeji confirms.

They lower themselves at the same time. Yeji's pussy settles onto your mouth, warm and wet, and you grip her thighs and pull her down tighter. Yuna sinks onto your cock in one smooth motion, taking you to the hilt, her breath catching as she bottoms out.

"Okay," Yuna exhales, rolling her hips experimentally. "Let the challenge begin.”

You press your mouth against Yeji's pussy and the taste of her floods your senses. Warm and slick and faintly sweet, and you lick a slow stripe from her entrance to her clit that makes her entire body jolt above you. At the same time, Yuna starts moving her hips, rising up on your cock until just the tip is inside her, then sinking back down in one fluid motion that buries you to the hilt. The sensation of being inside Yuna while your mouth works Yeji is overwhelming in a way that makes your fingers dig into the soft flesh of Yeji's thighs.

The two girls look at each other across your body. Yuna looks keyed up, competitive. Yeji holds her ground, jaw firm with resolve. Whatever this is, it’s turned into a duel.

Yuna rolls her hips with a slow mastery, grinding down on your cock in tight circles before lifting herself and dropping back down. She's pacing herself, keeping her breathing controlled, riding you with the discipline of someone who fully intends to win. Meanwhile, you eat Yeji's pussy with genuine enthusiasm because she tastes incredible, better than anything you've ever put your mouth on, and you're not being strategic about it. You're just hungry for her. Your tongue circles her clit, flattens against it, flicks it in rapid succession, and Yeji's thighs clamp against the sides of your head.

"Slow down," Yeji gasps, her fingers tangling in your hair and pulling. "You need to go slow or you're going to—" She cuts herself off with a moan that comes out high and broken, her hips grinding involuntarily against your face. "Fuck. You're going to make me cum like this."

Yuna giggles, breathless, bouncing on your cock with a steady rhythm. "Called it. She's not going to last. She never lasts when there's feelings involved. Every time she actually cares about someone she cums in like four minutes. It's adorable."

"Shut up," Yeji manages. "You're barely even moving down there. You're sandbagging."

"I'm savoring."

"You're cheating."

Yuna grins and shifts her angle, leaning back slightly so your cock hits a different spot inside her. A low moan escapes her lips but she bites it back, maintaining composure. "I'm always horny in the morning, okay? I'm not going to last long on this cock either. But I take challenges seriously and I refuse to lose."

"You're barely riding him. That's not taking it seriously." Yeji leans forward, reaching down between Yuna's legs, and pinches her nipple firmly between two fingers. Yuna yelps and her hips stutter. "Really grind on that cock. If you're going to compete, then compete."

"Ow! Fine." Yuna picks up the pace, bouncing harder, faster, her thighs slapping against your hips with each descent. The wet, obscene sounds between your bodies only get louder, and she makes no effort to hide them. "God, his cock is so good in the morning. It feels even bigger than last night."

"Morning erections have increased blood flow," Yeji says through clenched teeth as you suck her clit into your mouth and pulse your tongue against it. "It's basic biology— fuck, stop doing that."

But you don't stop, you drag your tongue flat across her clit and then seal your lips around it and suck, and Yeji's thighs squeeze your head so tight your ears ring. She grinds down onto your face, dragging her wet pussy across your mouth, and you chase her clit with your tongue every time she shifts.

"Yeah, just like that," Yuna pants, watching Yeji's face contort above you while she rides your cock in deep, rolling strokes. "Make her cum on your face. She's so close, look at her. Look at her legs shaking."

"This isn't fair," Yeji protests, breathless. "I can't control the rhythm of his mouth. He just does whatever he wants down there. You can ride his cock however you want. You control the speed."

"You're the one who chose mouth, babe."

"I was still half asleep. I wasn't thinking clearly."

"Sounds like a personal problem."

The duel continues. Yuna's moans are getting longer now, stretching out into sustained sounds that she can't chop short anymore. She's leaning forward with her hands braced on your stomach, her dark hair swinging, riding you with genuine urgency. Your cock is soaked with her, the wetness audible every time she lifts up and drops down.

"Your cock feels so fucking good," Yuna breathes, her nails scratching across your abs. "It fills me up perfectly. Every single inch. I can feel you so deep."

Below Yeji, you're relentless. Your tongue works her clit in tight circles, alternating pressure, sucking and releasing, and Yeji is falling apart above you. Her head drops back and her grip in your hair tightens to the point of pain and her abs are clenching with every pass of your tongue.

"I don't know how much longer I can hold on," Yeji breathes out.

"Me either," Yuna gasps, grinding down hard on your cock. "I'm so close. I'm right there."

Sweat gathers and glistens on their skin, shining across Yuna’s chest, slipping in slow lines down Yeji’s stomach. The air is dense, soaked with sex and warmth and morning haze, filled with the restless sounds of two girls stubbornly trying to outlast each other against you.

Then Yuna looks at Yeji with a knowing, devilish smile. "Plans have changed," she announces, breathless. "New rules. Whoever cums first gets to choose the destination."

Yeji's eyes snap open. "That's cheating. You can't change the rules in the middle of—" But Yuna is already gone. She slams her hips down onto your cock and grinds hard, chasing her own orgasm with zero restraint now, her head thrown back, her thighs clenching around your hips. She's riding you like she's trying to break something, fast and deep and desperate. "Yuna, that's not— that's completely dishonest—"

Yeji's hand tightens in your hair and she pulls your face harder against her pussy. "Suck my clit. Right now. Hard."

You seal your lips around her swollen clit and suck with focused pressure, your tongue flicking against it inside your mouth, and Yeji screams. But Yuna is already there. Her body locks up on top of your cock, her pussy clamping down in rhythmic pulses, her thighs shaking violently as the orgasm rips through her. She grinds down one final time and holds herself there, impaled on you, trembling and gasping and cumming so hard you can feel every contraction squeezing your shaft.

She pulls off your cock barely a second before Yeji breaks. Your mouth pushes her over the edge and Yeji's orgasm crashes through her in a wave that makes her whole body seize. She cums on your face, her pussy flooding your mouth with wetness, her thighs clamping and releasing in spasms, her fingers nearly ripping your hair out. You hold her thighs and keep sucking her through it until she shoves your head away because the sensitivity is too much.

Yeji climbs off you on shaking legs and collapses onto the mattress, breathing in ragged bursts. Yuna slides off to the other side, equally wrecked, lying on her back with one arm thrown over her eyes.

"I win," Yuna pants. "Vintage market."

"You're a cheater and a fraud," Yeji laughs, still trying to catch her breath. "You changed the rules because you knew you were going to lose."

"I adapted to the circumstances. It's called strategy." They're both grinning. Both flushed and sweaty and satisfied. Yuna lifts her arm from her eyes and looks at you, sprawled between them, your cock still painfully hard and glistening with her arousal. "In the end, though, the real winner is you," she says. "Last one to cum. A true pillar of resilience."

"Speaking of which." Yeji rolls onto her side and eyes your cock. "Let's take care of that. Stand up."

You climb out of bed. Your cock juts out in front of you, throbbing, dripping. Yeji and Yuna slide off the mattress and kneel on the floor in front of you, shoulder to shoulder, both looking up at you with matching expressions of intent. Yeji wraps her hand around your shaft and strokes, firm and purposeful. "Put one leg up on the bed. Give us room."

You plant your right foot on the edge of the mattress, opening yourself up. Both girls lean in simultaneously. Yuna takes the head of your cock into her mouth, her lips stretching around you, her tongue swirling across the slit. Yeji strokes the shaft while her mouth works lower, kissing down your balls, taking one into her mouth and sucking gently.

"Fuck," you groan, and your hand finds the top of Yuna's head, fingers sliding through her dark hair.

Yuna bobs on the tip with concentrated suction, her cheeks hollowing, her tongue pressing against the sensitive underside of the head on every upstroke. She's not teasing this time. She's trying to make you cum and every movement is calibrated toward that single goal. Meanwhile, Yeji releases your balls and goes lower. Her tongue traces down past the base of your sack, finding the stretch of skin behind it, your perineum, and she presses her tongue flat against it.

The sound that comes out of you is embarrassing. A full-body shudder runs through your legs and you grab the back of Yeji's head instinctively, holding her there. Ryujin never did this. Ryujin never went anywhere near this. The sensitivity is beyond anything you knew your body was capable of feeling, this deep, radiating pressure that connects directly to the base of your cock and amplifies everything Yuna is doing with her mouth.

"Oh my god," you gasp. "Yeji, what the fuck. That feels insane." Yeji hums against your perineum and the vibration nearly buckles your knees. She licks in slow, firm passes, pressing hard with the flat of her tongue, and you can feel the orgasm building from somewhere deep in your pelvis, gathering momentum like a wave.

Yuna pulls off the tip long enough to stroke you and look up. Her huge brown eyes lock onto yours and she holds the gaze as she takes you back into her mouth, sinking down, her lips meeting her fist at the midpoint of your shaft. She doesn't break eye contact. She just stares up at you while she sucks you off, wet and sloppy and relentless, and between Yuna's eyes and Yeji's tongue you are absolutely finished.

"Cum in her mouth," Yeji says from below, voice muffled against your skin. "Cum in your slutty girlfriend's pretty little mouth. Give her every drop. Be a good boy and let go."

You cum. The orgasm hits so hard your vision goes white and your leg on the bed nearly slides out from under you. The first spurt of cum fires straight into Yuna's mouth and she takes it without flinching, her lips sealed around you, her eyes still locked on yours. More follows. Thick, heavy ropes of cum that fill her mouth in pulses, one after another after another, and she stays perfectly still, receiving everything you give her. Your legs are shaking so badly you grip Yuna's shoulder for balance.

Yeji presses one last long kiss to your perineum, then rises, trailing her lips up across your pelvis. "Good boy," she murmurs against your hip bone, her lips soft and tender. "Such a good boy."

Yuna slowly, carefully, pulls the tip of your cock from her mouth. She tilts her head back and opens wide. Her mouth is completely white. A pool of thick cum sitting on her tongue, coating the inside of her cheeks, stringing between her lips. She didn't swallow a single drop. She just held everything there, showing you.

"Look at her," Yeji tells you, her hand on your hip, steadying you. "Don't blink."

Yeji kneels beside Yuna and tilts her own head back, opening her mouth. Yuna cups Yeji's jaw with one hand and tilts it upward, and then she leans over and lets the cum spill from her mouth into Yeji's. It pours in a thick, white stream, stringing between their lips, and Yeji catches it on her tongue. They each swallow a little, their throats working, and then they press their mouths together in a cum-soaked kiss that is filthy beyond anything you've ever witnessed. Their lips are glossy and white, strings of cum stretching between them when they part for air, and they kiss through all of it, tongues sliding against each other, swapping the taste of you back and forth until they've swallowed everything.

When they finally separate, both of their lips are shining, swollen, faintly white at the corners. They look up at you, kneeling side by side on the floor. You sit down on the edge of the bed because your legs cannot support you any longer. You press both palms flat against the mattress. You take a long, slow breath.

“If this is what waking up looks like now,” you say, “I don’t need anything else.”

Yuna meets Yeji’s eyes, both of them smiling. She brushes her thumb over her mouth, then cleans it with a quick flick of her tongue. “C’mon, get dressed, babe,” Yuna chirps, already hopping up like none of that just happened. “Today’s gonna be too good to miss.”

—

Once that ridiculous, flawless, borderline holy morning was over, the three of you managed to wash up and walk out of the Airbnb passing as functional human beings. Showers were taken in shifts because Yuna went first and used every last drop of hot water, and Yeji, left shivering and offended, threatened to end the relationship before it even technically started. You went last and the water was lukewarm at best, but you didn't care. You stood under the spray and stared at the tile and processed the fact that your life had fundamentally changed in the span of twelve hours and you were fine with it. More than fine. You were lighter than you'd been in months.

Lunch ended up being at a tiny place a couple blocks from the beach. Plastic chairs, flimsy paper menus, and food that had no business being that good. The three of you were starving in that specific, hollow way that comes after too much sex and too many feelings all at once. Yuna ordered like she hadn’t eaten in days and finished every bite. You kept picking off Yeji’s plate, and she didn’t even pretend to mind. The conversation stayed light, messy, full of dumb jokes that only work when everyone’s actually having a good time.

Now you're walking along the boardwalk, the ocean stretching out to your left, the sun warm on your skin without being punishing. Yuna is a few steps ahead, wearing your dark sunglasses and those low-waisted jeans that seem to be permanently grafted to her body. She's sipping coconut water from a bottle and filming the scenery with her phone, narrating something for her Instagram stories in that breezy influencer cadence she's been perfecting.

Yeji bumps her shoulder against yours. You look down at her. Her blonde hair is catching the sunlight, almost white at the tips, and her skin is golden from yesterday's beach day. She looks rested. Softer around the edges than usual. "What do you think of today?" she asks.

"Today specifically, or today in the context of the last twenty-four hours?"

"Both."

You think about it. The breeze off the ocean pushes your hair across your forehead. "It's never been this perfect. Any of it. I keep waiting for something to go wrong and nothing does."

"Maybe nothing will."

"Maybe." You smile. "What about you? What do you think?"

Yeji takes a few steps in silence, her sandals clicking on the wooden boards. "I'm happy. That's the simple answer. But it's more than that. I feel... light? Like something I've been carrying around for a long time just isn't there anymore. I didn't even realize how heavy it was until it was gone." She frowns slightly, trying to find the right shape for the feeling. "I didn't know I could feel like this. It's strange. It's good too, I just need to get used to it."

"What part is strange?"

"The part where I'm not worried. I always worry. About you, about Yuna, about everything. But right now I’m just… existing. Walking. Not on edge.” She huffs out a quiet laugh. “It feels wrong.” You reach over and take her hand. She glances down at it, then back up, and smiles. Not the measured, careful smile she gives when she's trying to seem okay. This one reaches everywhere.

"You two are actually unbearable," Yuna calls out from a few steps ahead, spinning around and walking backward just to keep looking at you. Coconut water in one hand, phone in the other, your sunglasses way too big for her face. "This is ridiculously cute. We need a picture. Right now. All three of us." She takes a sip, smiling like she’s already imagining it. "Let’s post it. Announce the new relationship to the world. Hard launch. Ryujin’s going to lose her mind.”

"We're not announcing anything," Yeji says.

"Why not? We look incredible. The lighting is perfect. I have the caption already planned."

"Because this is literally day one. We haven't even defined what this is yet." Yeji squeezes your hand. "Let's take it slow. Figure things out together. One day at a time. There's no rush."

"Slow is boring."

"Slow is mature."

"Same thing." Yuna pouts, bottom lip pushed out, sunglasses sliding down her nose. But she doesn't push it. She takes another sip of coconut water and nods. "Fine. One day at a time. But I'm keeping that selfie from last night as my phone wallpaper. The one on the beach. The kissing one."

"That one is fine," Yeji concedes.

"The other selfie stays locked in a vault."

"Obviously."

You catch up to Yuna and she falls into step beside you, the three of you walking abreast along the boardwalk. You in the middle. Yeji holding your left hand, Yuna close enough on your right that her arm brushes against yours with every step.

"When we’re finally sharing the same roof, we’ll have all the time in the world to work this out," you point out.

Yeji nods. "And in the meantime..."

"And in the meantime," Yuna finishes, hooking her arm through yours, "we keep enjoying this perfect, beautiful, unprecedented harmony." She tosses her empty coconut water into a recycling bin without breaking stride. "Now come on, the vintage market closes at five and I saw a leather jacket online that I need to find in person. I'm leading the way."

She pulls ahead, walking with that confident, slightly chaotic stride that makes strangers look twice. Yeji watches her go, shaking her head with the kind of exasperated fondness that only comes from loving someone who is permanently set to maximum volume. "She's going to buy something ridiculous," Yeji says.

"No doubt," you reply.

"And I’ll pretend I hate it," she continues.

"And then you’ll admit she looks good anyway.”

"Because she will," Yeji sighs, a small smile slipping through. "This is my life now. Our life."

"Scared?" you ask quietly.

She looks up at you. Squeezes your hand once. "Not even a little."

You and Yeji follow Yuna down the boardwalk, fingers intertwined, the afternoon sun warm on your backs. Ahead of you, Yuna turns around and snaps a photo of the two of you holding hands, grinning behind your stolen sunglasses.

"For the archives!" she shouts. "Our grandkids will want to see this!"

"We've been together for twelve hours," you call back.

"Twelve legendary hours! That counts as at least three years!”

There’s a laugh from Yeji beside you, full and clear, carried away by the breeze. It’s rare enough to make you notice. Not the restrained version she defaults to, not something filtered down to fit the moment. It feels new, or maybe just unfamiliar. Either way, it settles into your mind as something you want to hear again.

Happiness doesn't have a form. It doesn't come in one shape, one size, one configuration that society stamps with approval. And since that's the case, you might as well draw it however you like.

A triangle. Three points, three sides, each one holding the others in place. Stable. Balanced. Whole. That's the shape the three of you decided to make, lying on a rug with the ocean outside the window and the rest of your lives stretching out ahead like a road you hadn't noticed was there until someone grabbed your hand and pulled you onto it.

Yuna takes the lead. Yeji keeps your hand in hers. You move with them into the afternoon, into the hum of the street, into the heat and the easy, messy rhythm of a day that belongs to all three of you.

And if the feeling’s right, you don’t overthink it.

You just let it carry you a little further.

"Do you think the lifeguard would actually care if we just walked in?"

The question was barely a whisper, but it was enough to break the heavy silence of the midnight corridor. You had been dating for three years, and our relationship had long since settled into a comfortable rhythm of shared jokes and quiet understandings, but Yeji still had a way of proposing the most impulsive ideas at the most inconvenient times. She was leaning against the apartment wall, her eyes glinting with a sort of playful mischief that usually ended with us doing something we’d have to explain later.

When she stepped out into the dim light of the pool deck, you actually forgot to breathe for a second. She was wearing a black-and-white gingham one-piece that looked like something out of a high-fashion editorial. The fabric was crisp, the pattern classic, but the cut was daring—a plunging neckline held together by a series of intricate, crisscross straps that wrapped across her torso. It was a bold design, yet on her, it looked completely effortless. The suit hugged her figure perfectly, highlighting the toned line of her shoulders and the graceful curve of her neck.

As she reached up to sweep her damp, ash-blonde bob away from her face, the moonlight caught the luminosity of her skin. She had this way of glowing, even in the dead of night, her complexion looking soft and dewied against the dark backdrop of the empty complex. She looked striking—not just because of the suit, but because of the quiet confidence she carried in her posture. She stood there for a moment, the water of the pool reflecting in her eyes, looking like a modern painting brought to life in the middle of a Tuesday night.

You looked down at my own attire—just a pair of swim shorts and nothing else—and felt suddenly underdressed. You chuckled, shaking your head as you stepped toward the edge of the water. "The lifeguard went home six hours ago, Yeji. We're practically trespassing in plain sight."

"You're staring," she whispered, a small, knowing smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She paused, her arms still poised mid-air as she let the water drip from her fingertips. "Why are you looking at me like that? Like you’ve never seen me naked before."

The tease in her voice was light, devoid of any real judgment, just playing into the electricity that always seemed to crackle between them when they were alone. You stepped closer, the cool concrete of the pool deck pressing against your soles, and let your gaze wander over the intricate lines of her swimsuit and the way the moonlight clung to her skin. "Because the view changes every time," you replied, your voice dropping an octave. "To be honest, your body is an addictive thing, Yeji. Even when you're just in a T-shirt and jeans, I still can't get enough of you."

She let out a soft, melodic laugh that echoed through the empty courtyard, the sound cutting through the midnight stillness. She didn't look away; instead, she leaned back slightly, her eyes searching yours with a warmth that felt more intimate than any touch. In that moment, the sprawling apartment complex and the sleeping city around them ceased to exist. It was just the two of you, suspended in a pocket of time where the only thing that mattered was the steady rhythm of each other's breathing.

Without a word, she stepped into the pool, the water breaking around her waist with a soft, rhythmic splash. She didn't dive in; she lingered for a moment, letting the coolness envelop her, her expression turning serene. She looked back over her shoulder, her ash-blonde hair clinging to her cheeks, and extended a hand toward you. It was a silent invitation, a gesture of effortless grace that felt like a homecoming.

You didn't hesitate, sliding into the water beside her. The initial shock of the cold was a sharp contrast to the heat radiating between you, but as you drifted closer, the temperature didn't seem to matter. You reached out, your hand finding the small of her back, pulling her flush against you. The chlorine-scented air felt fresh, and for a while, you both just floated there, staring up at the velvet sky, letting the silence of the midnight hour wrap around you like a blanket.

"I bet you ten bucks you can't hold your breath for longer than I can," she murmured, her voice vibrating against your chest. Instead of swimming laps or diving deep into the turquoise depths, the two of you drifted toward the shallow ledge, leaning back against the smooth, tiled rim of the pool. The water reached their waists, supporting them in a weightless suspension that made the rest of the world feel distant and unimportant.

It started as a simple game of endurance, a playful competition to see who could succumb to the silence of the water first. Yeji went first, taking a deep, lung-filling breath and dipping her face beneath the surface with a graceful, precise motion. You watched the way the moonlight danced on the surface of the water, creating silver ripples that obscured her features, yet you could see the steady, calm stillness of her body. When she finally broke the surface, gasping for air with a triumphant grin and a few stray droplets clinging to her lashes, she looked more like a mischievous child than the sophisticated woman who had stepped out of the locker room.

"You're cheating," you laughed, leaning in to brush a wet lock of ash-blonde hair from her forehead. "You didn't stay down long enough."

"I stayed down long enough to win," she countered, poking your chest with a slender finger. "Now it's your turn. If you lose, you're making breakfast tomorrow. Everything. The fancy pancakes with the berries and the coffee that takes twenty minutes to brew."

The challenge shifted from breath-holding to a series of small, absurd tests—who could make the most convincing ripple with their toe, who could float the most motionless for a full minute, and who could mimic the sound of a dolphin using only the bubbles from their nose. It was a ridiculous series of tasks that served no purpose other than to keep them in each other's orbit, prolonging the midnight magic of the empty pool.

"Deal," you whispered, though the stakes of breakfast were the least of your concerns. You took a deep breath and sank beneath the surface, the silence of the underwater world rushing in to meet you. Down here, the sounds of the city—the distant hum of the freeway and the occasional siren—vanished, replaced by the muffled, rhythmic thrum of your own heartbeat. You stayed down until your lungs burned and your vision began to blur at the edges, determined to win the morning's menu. When you finally breached the surface, gasping and shaking your head like a golden retriever, Yeji was already laughing, her hands covering her mouth as she leaned against the tiled edge.

"You actually tried to beat me," she giggled, her voice airy and light. "You're so competitive. It’s honestly adorable." She drifted closer, the water swirling around the black-and-white fabric of her suit, her movements slow and fluid. The playfulness of the game began to shift, the energy between you thickening into something more focused and quiet. The laughter subsided, replaced by a heavy, comfortable silence that felt like a physical weight pressing the two of you together.

Yeji reached out, her fingers grazing the line of your jaw, her touch cool from the water but sending a spark of heat through your skin. She tilted her head, her ash-blonde bob clinging to the curve of her neck, her eyes searching yours with an intensity that made the rest of the world fade into a blur of midnight blue. "You know," she murmured, her voice barely audible over the gentle lap of the pool against the concrete, "the pancakes are a great prize, but I think I’d prefer something else."

You didn't give her a chance to finish the thought. You reached out and pulled her flush against you, the friction of her swimsuit against your chest creating a sudden, sharp awareness of how close you were. The water acted as a cocoon, insulating you from the midnight chill and anchoring you in the present moment. You could feel the steady beat of her heart against yours, a rhythmic confirmation that this wasn't a dream. For a few seconds, neither of you moved; you just existed in the space between a breath and a kiss, the air thick with anticipation.

Then, as if the world had held its breath, Yeji leaned in. The kiss was slow and tasted of chlorine and moonlight, a gentle collision that felt like the natural conclusion to the evening. Her hands slid up to cup the back of your neck, her fingers tangling in your hair, pulling you deeper into the embrace. In the middle of a public pool, surrounded by the sleeping silence of a thousand strangers, you felt entirely alone with her, the water swirling around your waists in a slow, hypnotic dance.

The kiss broke slowly, leaving a lingering warmth that contrasted with the cooling water. As you pulled back just an inch, the physical reality of the moment became impossible to ignore. The buoyancy of the pool shifted, and Yeji, feeling the sudden, unmistakable change in your posture beneath the surface, paused. She tilted her head, a playful, curious glimmer returning to her eyes as she shifted her weight, her hand sliding down from your neck to graze your hip.

"Why are you so hard down there?" she asked, her voice a melodic tease, barely a whisper that vibrated against the quiet of the night. She didn't sound shocked; rather, she seemed amused, her gaze drifting downward through the shimmering turquoise water before snapping back up to your eyes with a mischievous spark.

You let out a shaky breath, your arms tightening around her waist to pull her even closer, the fabric of her gingham suit pressing firmly against you. "What do you expect?" you replied, your voice rougher than before. "What am I supposed to do with myself when my goddess of a girlfriend wears something like this in front of me? I'm only human, Yeji."

She let out a soft, triumphant hum, the sound vibrating in the small space between you. The confidence she carried wasn't just in her posture, but in the way she looked at you—knowing exactly the effect she had and leaning into it with a grace that felt effortless. She didn't pull away; instead, she leaned her forehead against yours, her damp ash-blonde hair clinging to her skin in delicate streaks. "Poor thing," she whispered, though the smirk on her lips suggested she wasn't feeling particularly sorry for you.

"Don't act so innocent and tease me if you're feeling the same way," you murmured, your voice dropping to a low, gravelly tone that resonated in the quiet of the courtyard. "Because I can feel it. You're just as affected as I am."

To prove the point, you let your hand glide upward, the water providing a slick, weightless medium for your movements. Your palm brushed against the fabric of the gingham suit, feeling the warmth of her skin radiating through the material. With a slow, deliberate motion, your fingers found the peak of her breast, grazing the hard, prominent bud of her nipple through the thin fabric. Yeji let out a sharp, hitching breath, her confidence wavering for a split second as a shiver that had nothing to do with the cold water raced through her. Her eyes fluttered shut, and the triumphant smirk finally vanished, replaced by a look of raw, unfiltered desire.

While your right hand remained anchored to her chest, your left hand wandered lower, sliding beneath the surface of the shimmering turquoise water. You felt the sleek, wet contour of her hip before your fingers dipped lower, sliding beneath the edge of the swimsuit's bottom. The fabric was damp and clinging, but the heat emanating from her was electric. As your fingertips finally made contact with the soft, wet heat of her center, Yeji’s back arched instinctively, her chest pressing firmly against yours. A soft, broken moan escaped her lips, echoing faintly against the tiled walls of the pool.

The atmosphere shifted instantly. The playful competition of the last hour had evaporated, replaced by a heavy, magnetic tension that felt like it might pull you both under. Yeji’s hands, which had been resting on your shoulders, tightened their grip, her nails digging slightly into your skin. She leaned into you, her breathing becoming shallow and erratic, her entire body humming with a sudden, urgent need. The water around you seemed to thicken, swirling in slow, rhythmic circles as you both drifted further away from the ledge and deeper into the center of the pool.

"You're a menace," she whispered, though she was leaning into your touch, her hips tilting instinctively to meet your hand. The confidence she had worn like a garment earlier had melted away, leaving behind something far more intimate and vulnerable. She tilted her head back, exposing the long, elegant line of her throat to the moonlight, her eyes searching yours with a desperate kind of hunger.

"Then let's make it a game," you whispered, your voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through the water.

You didn't stop the rhythmic grazing of your fingertips. Instead, you began to circle the sensitive peak of her breast, teasing the fabric of the gingham suit with a slow, agonizing precision. Each flick of your finger was calculated, designed to drive her closer to the edge while denying her the full release she craved. In response, Yeji’s hand slid downward, her palm cupping the length of you with a firm, possessive grip. She didn't rush; she mirrored your pace, her fingers sliding over your skin in a slow, slick motion that made your breath hitch.

"Three requests," she murmured, her voice strained but still laced with that playful, competitive streak. "The first one to break... has to fulfill three requests from the winner."

"The rules are simple," Yeji whispered, her voice trembling slightly as she tightened her grip on you, "no one breaks. No one begs. No one gives in until the other admits defeat."

You smiled, the challenge igniting a fire in your chest. You didn't answer with words; instead, you let your hand dive deeper beneath the fabric of her swimsuit. With a slow, deliberate motion, you slid a single finger past the damp barrier and into her warmth. Yeji didn’t flinch; she didn't even blink. Instead, she countered, her own hand sliding rhythmically up and down your length, her palm applying just enough pressure to make your breath hitch. She matched your pace with a practiced, steady precision, her eyes locked onto yours, challenging you to be the first one to crumble.

The water around you felt like it was boiling, the cool chlorine now a distant memory. You decided to raise the stakes. Shifting your grip, you slid a second finger inside her, stretching her slightly and increasing the friction against her most sensitive walls. The effect was instantaneous. A small, jagged gasp escaped her lips, and the steady rhythm of her hand on you faltered for a fraction of a second. Her focus wavered, her gaze flickering as the pleasure began to override her concentration.

"Fuck... you're cheating," she breathed, her voice strained, her chest heaving against yours. She tried to regain her composure, her fingers tightening around you in a desperate attempt to reclaim control of the moment, but her movements were no longer rhythmic—they were frantic.

You leaned in, your lips brushing against the shell of her ear, your voice a low, dark velvet. "You didn't say anything about rules, Yeji. So I'm not cheating."

Before she could formulate a retort, you drove a third finger deep inside her, hitting a spot that sent a jolt of pure electricity through her entire frame. The reaction was visceral. Yeji’s body went rigid, her back arching violently as her eyes rolled back into her head. A loud, guttural moan broke from her throat, echoing across the silent pool deck, shattering the midnight stillness. For a few seconds, she simply ceased to exist as a conscious being, consumed entirely by the sudden, overwhelming surge of pleasure that crashed over her like a wave.

As she slowly drifted back to the surface of consciousness, her breathing coming in short, ragged gasps, she clung to your shoulders for support. Her eyes were glazed, her lips parted, and the confident, teasing mask she had worn all night had completely dissolved. She looked at you with a mixture of shock and adoration, the realization hitting her that she had finally been bested.

"I think..." she whispered, her voice trembling as she leaned her forehead against yours, "I think you win."

Yeji let out a soft, breathless laugh, her head resting heavily on your shoulder as the adrenaline began to settle into a warm, humming glow. She shifted against you, the wet gingham fabric of her suit clinging to every curve, and looked up at you with eyes that were still hazy from the peak of her release. "Fine," she murmured, her voice a melodic rasp. "You win. I'm a woman of my word. Take me back to the room, and I’ll fulfill every single request you have."

You didn't move. Instead, you tightened your grip on her waist, pulling her flush against you until there wasn't a single drop of water between your skin. The moonlight caught the silver ripples of the pool, but your focus was entirely on the heat radiating from her. "What if my first request is to do it right here?" you whispered, your voice dropping to a low, challenging rumble.

Yeji’s eyes widened, a flash of genuine surprise crossing her features. She glanced reflexively toward the darkened windows of the surrounding apartments and the empty, silent corridors of the pool deck. "What? Here?" she hissed, though there was a thrill of excitement dancing in her gaze. "We’re in a public pool, you lunatic. What if we get caught?"

"Then we get caught," you replied, your gaze intensifying as you pressed her back against the smooth, cool tile of the pool's edge. The contrast of the chilled water and the burning heat of your bodies created a dizzying sensation. "But I don't want to wait. My first request is this pool. The second..." You paused, your voice dropping an octave, sliding into a promise that made her shiver. "...is that I want to fill you completely. To leave you breathless and shaking under this sky."

Yeji’s breath hitched, her chest heaving as she felt the raw intensity of your desire. The playful competition had long since evolved into something more primal. You leaned in closer, your lips grazing the sensitive skin of her neck. "And the third," you murmured, your hand sliding back down to possessively grip her hip, "is that you can't beg me to stop. No matter what I do to you, no matter how much you crave it, you stay with me until I'm finished."

Lia

for Vixen

Lia blushes at first but melts on camera. She excels in romantic, intimate scenes with soft lighting, silk sheets, and passionate eye contact. She gives slow, sloppy blowjobs with her pretty lips, moaning sweetly around cock. In missionary, her big doe eyes water beautifully as she takes thrust after thrust. Her melodic voice whimpers in pleasure.

Her body is incredibly responsive. She trembles and cums easily, legs wrapped tightly around her costar's hips as she begs.

“Please cum inside me…”

Her innocent-looking face contrasting with how greedily she takes load after load makes her extremely popular.

Ryujin

for Blacked Raw

Ryujin smirks at the camera before dropping to her knees, spitting on big black cocks and deepthroating aggressively. Ryujin loves getting manhandled. Rough doggy style, hair pulling, and choking while moaning.

“Fuck me harder with that big cock.”

She throws it back enthusiastically, her toned body glistening with sweat as she gets pounded. Ryujin takes massive creampies and facials without hesitation, often smirking arrogantly right after being filled. Most of her videos end with her stumbling out of a random hotel room, her hair and makeup a mess, her clothes not properly put together.

Chaeryeong

for Tushy

Chaeryeong’s elegant body and dedicated personality make her perfect for Tushy’s anal-focused content.

She starts shy but becomes incredibly needy once her ass is stretched. Her long legs and flexibility allow for beautiful positions as she takes sometimes several cocks in a row. Chaeryeong moans gracefully, face buried in the sheets while pushing back.

"It’s so deep in my ass…You're gaping me...”

Her favourite are slow, soft anal scenes that gradually turn intense. Most of her videos are more girlfriend themed. She's knwon for her sweet, slow moaning scenes, that turn into rough pounding, until her body gives out. Her graceful movements and the way her body trembles after intense orgasms make every scene mesmerizing. Viewers love her elegant beauty getting ruined by how hard her costars ruin her toward the ends of her scenes.

Yuna

for Tushy Raw

Yuna bounces around the set with her usual playful smile, but once the scene starts, that innocent energy turns into something much filthier. Yuna loves getting her tight ass stretched on camera. She starts by teasing the viewer, spreading her cheeks and giggling nervously before moaning loudly as a thick cock pushes into her ass.

“It’s so big… but I can take it."

She says in her cutest voice that quickly becomes desperate.

Her flexibility shines as she gets folded into deep anal positions with her favorite, reverse cowgirl where she bounces energetically, ass rippling with every drop. Yuna is vocal and enthusiastic even in the rawest scenes, moaning shamelessly, pushing back for more, and giggling between gasps when it feels especially intense. She takes rough, deep anal pounding without hesitation, her pretty face contorting in pleasure as she cums hard from her ass being fucked.

Compared to Chaeryeong, she doesn't need to start slow. Some of her scenes start with going right into the action without foreplay at all. Just Yuna, bent over, someone already using her ass.

For full context, you can read Spoiled. This fic takes place between Can't Help Myself and Rent-A-Boyfriend

"Do you really think he'll come here? I'm getting tired of waiting in the dark!" Karina whined on the phone.

"If I'm right about him, he will. Unless he's dead asleep or something, but he replied," Ryujin stated, lying on her couch with Bama and Una, her younger cats, resting over her.

"This guy better be as worthy as you say or… I hear some steps running here."

As planned, Ryujin muted herself on the phone, listening attentively while the door opened.

"Ryu?" Hwang Seungdae, the server she now considered a friend, asked loudly enough that Karina's phone picked it up.

"That's a very rude greeting coming from a server," Karina replied to him, chuckling.

"Yeah, sorry. I was…"

'Lights on,' Ryujin thought, imagining his now familiar flustered face and writing a text while Karina talked.

RJ: I keep my promises. Treat her well and enjoy, dumbass!

"…I was not expecting her to tell you she had broken her leg or something. You may want to check that."

Silence. Ryujin scoffed at her phone when she saw the call had ended. "She'd better show me something after she gets home." She rolled her eyes, dropping her phone. "Do you think he'll enjoy Jimin unnie as much as I did the first time?" She smirked at Dallie, her older cat, feeling the judgment in his eyes.

The satisfaction of giving such a treat not to one, but two friends, didn't last. While she had more frequent visits lately from Yeji, Jimin and Sua, these were usually planned. Hearing her doorbell out of the blue felt threatening, even for her pets. Doubtful, she squinted at the peephole of her door before opening it.

"What are you three doing here?" Ryujin asked, signaling Lia, Chaeryeong, and Yuna to step into her apartment. They didn't say a word. Confused, Ryujin guided them to the living room for them to sit.

"What's the problem?" She inquired, noticing more clearly Jisu's regretful face, Chaeryeong's stern expression, and Yuna's curious eyes.

Lia eyed her members, one still trying to find her way with words, the other too shy to express her thoughts to Ryujin. "I'll just say it. We're worried and disappointed with you."

"Excuse me?" Ryujin scoffed with a frown.

Chaeryeong huffed in disbelief. "Oh, you know why," she grimaced in a tone she had never used with her elder.

"I really don't know what you're talking about." Ryujin laughed, even more confused.

"Mr. Hwang," Yuna said quietly, taking any hint of a smile off her friend's face. The whole room went quiet.

"See? You knew perfectly well," Chaeryeong replied with fire in her eyes.

"First, how did you find out?" Ryujin pondered, defeated, resting her elbows on her knees and running her hands through her hair.

"Yeji unnie told me everything after the baseball game. All she did, and all you did," Chaeryeong explained, almost growling. "Also, everything you two did to her. She would not stop talking about how good it felt to pass out like that," she rolled her eyes.

"Why did you do it?" Yuna wondered, silencing the apartment.

Ryujin felt the maknae's big eyes bring back all the emotions she felt that day. The instant regret from the moment he walked into Yeji's apartment, the remorse of not stopping her in every opportunity she had, the guilt invading her whole body the moment she pushed into him, and the shame of losing control of herself by a mere kiss and a few words from Yeji. Then, the desperation when she ran after Seungdae, and his stupid, unbelievable comprehension right after. Yes, he was furious that day, but he still heard her and understood her shitty decisions, showing no apparent resentment towards her. The added fact that he turned out to be IU's boyfriend amplified the sentiment just enough for a tear to shed from her left eye.

"I… I'm working on it," Ryujin said weakly, glancing at their faces, demanding more of her. "You know how I feel about Yeji unnie. You know better than me that I can't say no to her. Fuck, even Seungdae oppa noticed that right away," she acknowledged, shaking her head.

"Seungdae oppa?" Chaeryeong scoffed right away, voicing the members' thoughts with her arms crossed. "Are you two close now?"

Ryujin's mouth and eyes shut in thin lines. "He may have spent a night here not long ago," she admitted, avoiding their faces.

"Did you fuck Mr. Hwang?" Yuna almost yelled. "I mean, did he fucked you?" She corrected herself, failing to get past the awkward phrasing.

"Hell no." Ryujin grimaced in half a second. "After… I fucked him that day," she said regretfully, "we talked. A lot. He asked me to stay in touch, so I invited him over to drink some wine, and he fell asleep after we emptied a couple of bottles of wine."

"So he's fine with you after what you did?" Lia pondered, trying to comprehend their dynamic.

"We avoid the subject. But yes."

"Still, that doesn't change what you did," Chaeryeong stated after a few seconds of silence, bringing nods from the other members, including Ryujin. "If you wanted him to fuck you as punishment, you would have done it the night he stayed here. What do you propose?"

"And how can we even make Yeji unnie pay for that as well?" Lia chuckled, letting her back fall on the couch.

By Friday, all the pieces fell into place. Lia had booked Seungdae for the following weekend and asked him to pick her up after their practice so he could see them all. Ryujin had ordered a special package, ensuring it would arrive at least a full day before her self-imposed sentence. Chaeryeong and Yuna spoke directly with Yeji, playing with the idea of making Ryujin the center of attention during their next group time in the dungeon.

"But she's a pleaser. She'll want to please us as well," the leader murmured.

"What if we tie you up for her?" Yuna grinned, biting her lower lip.

"She could eat your cunt while we take care of Ryujin unnie." Chaeryeong nodded, bringing a smile to Yeji's face.

As discussed, Ryujin agreed to the proposal. "I'll be in your hands, then. Except for you, unnie. You will be in mine," she winked at her and smirked at the rest of the group, sealing her own fate as well as Yeji's.

Thursday arrived. Secretly, Lia and Yuna approached Ryujin, offering options taken directly from the maknae's drawer.

"Come on, it will help you even if you squeeze a tiny bit of it up your butt," Lia insisted, showing her the lube bottle labeled with an'S8' and the small silicone douche kit in the bag.

"That would not be fair. And Chaeryeong knows that trick. She'd find out right away." Ryujin replied.

"I've got other options she doesn't know about. Ideal for your muscles to relax," Yuna said playfully.

"No, darling. I appreciate it, but I need to do this the right way," Ryujin stated, holding their hands. "I take it you two will go easy on me?"

"You know we will," Lia smiled gently with a nod before turning to see Yuna.

"I'll try, I swear, but you know I can't control myself after a certain point," the maknae pouted.

"Then forget about it and do whatever you want with me," Ryujin smirked warmly, pulling the tall girl in for a hug.

Practice went as usual, except that Lia had taken her pet, Bella, along, and that Yeji and Chaeryeong left first to prepare the dungeon. The rest of the group spared some time, enough for them to make a quick stop at Ryujin's to collect the package before catching up with them in Yeji's apartment.

"She's ready," Chaeryeong welcomed them with a wide grin on her face, sitting on one of the couches and playing with Yeji's panties while Lia let Bella run towards Yeji's pets to play.

Curious, Ryujin led the way to the dungeon. "Well, hello, unnie," she smirked at the sight of Yeji, already naked, tied to the X-cross, smiling with a blush on her cheeks.

Ryujin got lost in her slim figure, her short hair, and the willingness in her face. Knowing she would have no control over her near future, she locked eyes with her and kissed her fondly.

The tenderness of the kiss took Yeji aback, but she matched the warmth, closing her eyes and enjoying Ryujin's hands running from her neck down to her waist as their tongues danced together. By the time she reopened her eyes, the members were already stripping Ryujin of her clothes, forcing them to break their kiss to remove her t-shirt. Fully naked, they locked eyes and kissed again, this time more passionately.

While her friends got rid of their clothes and murmured something about Yuna's ass, Ryujin focused on Yeji, pulling her as close to her as she could, hand going down to her bush, carefully trimmed just like she liked it, then further down to her already wet folds.

"I'm not sure who was more eager for this," she chuckled with her, shoving her ring and middle fingers inside the leader's pussy, taking her moan directly in her lips. Knowing every button in Yeji's body, Ryujin knelt, kissing her body until her face was right in front of her friend's cunt, inhaling her musk, feeling her moisture and heat.

'You're so damn weak,' she thought to herself, feeling her scent fill her lungs and fuel her lust in an instant before reaching for those drenched petals and her clit, fingering her with all her skills to make her surrender to pleasure. In a minute, Ryujin got Yeji to the edge of her orgasm, and determined to give her that at least, she did her best to make her explode.

Unfortunately for both, Chaeryeong pulled Ryujin away at the same time Lia blindfolded Yeji, and Yuna placed a bullet vibrator in the lowest setting right on the leader's clit, locking it in place with microfoam tape.

"What? No! Please, please, please!" Yeji begged, slowly losing the trembling of her hips. "Why? Please! Chaeryeongah! Let her finish, please! Juliayah! I've been good!"

"Sorry, unnie," Yuna whispered in her ear. "Hold on to that orgasm from now on," she said sweetly, kissing Yeji's cheek and pinching her nipples.

"Why? She wanted me to cum! This was for her!" The short-haired woman whined, trying to free her wrists from her shackles.

Chaeryeong scoffed, appreciating the nod from Ryujin. "Before anything, love, know that we love you two. And please remember that for the next week."

"Next week?" Yeji let out in panic.

"Spoilers," Lia yelled from the back.

"Remember what you two did to Mr. Hwang?" Chaeryeong asked the leader, mouthing 'Seungdae oppa' to Ryujin. "Well, we could not really think of a way to make you pay other than this," she chuckled, tickling Yeji's bush with her nails.

"D-did he ask you to do this?" Yeji asked, half mad, half confused.

Ryujin shook her head. "It was all—"

"My idea!" Yuna interrupted, drawing everyone's attention with the thunderous sound of a whiplash, winking at Ryujin. "He didn't say anything, but we could not let that slide."

"You are in big trouble," Yeji huffed, shaking her head, but giving up on getting free.

"I'm looking forward to that!" The maknae bit her lip, imagining her future and showing her skills with the single-tailed whip, lashing one of Yeji's nipples.

That shut the leader's mouth completely.

"Are you crazy?" Lia asked her silently, receiving a proud and playful nod from Yuna before she reminded her of the thick silicone butt plug she carried up her ass since their practice, pulling it out just enough to show its girth, then shoved it back inside her rectum.

"Unnie?" Chaeryeong called Ryujin, patting on the custom tantra chair, taking her out of the trance caused by maknae's anal skills.

She nodded, walking towards it, accepting her friend's help to lie on the piece of furniture just like Seungdae did that time; face up, ass on the highest point of the chair with her feet resting on the handles, and shoulders resting on the padded tubes, stopping her whole body from slipping down.

"You still have your safe words, remember," Chaeryeong whispered into Ryujin's ear. After her quiet yes, she called her elder to take over.

"Do you really want me to sit on your face?" Lia smirked, gazing down at her friend.

"I'd be offended if you didn't," Ryujin chuckled, making her smile shyly before she straddled over her face. Happily, she welcomed her fat pussy lips, using her hands to help her maintain her level. Understanding her place in the dungeon, Ryujin relaxed her body and let the members use her, focusing on enjoying what she could, and, right there, that was Jisu's nectar.

While she savored her friend's addictive juices, Lia and Chaeryeong moved Ryujin's legs, gently holding her pelvis to keep her in the air. In a coordinated attack, both women latched onto her groin.

Jisu wasted no time, mirroring the way Ryujin ate her cunt, remembering each other's weak spots, focusing on the journey rather than looking for an orgasm. Chaeryeong, however, had full access to Ryujin's puckerhole. Aiming to confuse her elder's mind, she licked her butthole playfully, contrasting with Lia's slow licks and kisses.

"You should see how cute Ryujin unnie's feet wrinkle thanks to them!" Yuna whispered in Yeji's ear. She was next to her, letting her bare skin rub against the leader. Yuna rubbed her own clit with her left hand, at times playing with her piercing while she gently brushed Yeji's wet slit, eyes focused on her friends. "When was the last time you licked Ryujin unnie's asshole?"

"I… I don't know," Yeji scoffed, moving her hips in an attempt to feel more of the maknae's fingers.

"Well, Chaeryeong unnie is having a feast, and I am next," Yuna declared, refraining from touching her friend's pussy to a minimum while she described in detail the show she was witnessing.

Despite Ryujin's strong focus, she quickly gave up on preserving her sanity. She got lost on the tickling of Chaeryeong's tongue going in and out of her rectum, then tracing the circumference of her small gape, followed by Lia's sloppy kisses across her slit, adding random licks through her folds; the combined motions plus her own willingness to forget about any control, caused Ryujin's arms to fail for a moment, resulting in Jusu's butt almost smashing her face.

Sharing a complicit look, Lia and Chaeryeong upped their game. The former let her crotch rest firmly on Ryujin's face, grinding hard on it, suffocating her friend, who didn't seem to mind and dedicated her lips and tongue to devour Jisu's cunt. The latter fucked Ryujin's ass with her tongue, spreading her buttcheeks to reach as deep as she could, keeping her fingers close to her friend's plump pussy lips to massage them.

Right when Ryujin's hips began to shake, both women left her alone, allowing one desperate moan to fill the room, followed by the loud thud of her hips falling on the tantra chair. A bit disoriented by the lack of air, she gasped at the sudden insertion of Lia's fingers up her ass. Three slim fingers, taking full advantage of Chaeryeong's saliva until Ryujin was able to focus on Lia's kind smile.

"More," Ryujin mouthed, too shy to voice it.

"Want to keep doing that?" Chaeryeong asked kindly, holding Jisu's waist.

Lia pretended to think for a moment, wiggling her digits inside Ryujin's butthole before pushing them upwards so her walls moved visibly through her pussy. She leaned forward to give her drenched petals a profound lick and a kiss on Ryujin's clit before pulling out her fingers. She knelt next to Ryujin's face. "You'll get more in just a minute," she giggled quietly, sharing a kiss filled with her own juices.

Chaeryeong wiped Ryujin's ass dry, making eye contact with her as the last bit of confirmation, which came with a subtle nod and lips pursed in a thin line. She ogled her friend's drenched cunt and winking puckered hole, then quickly glanced at the other members, both encouraging her, one with a wide grin and excited nod, the other with a doubtful shrug, hand pointing to Ryujin's expectant face.

Exactly as requested, Chaeryeong was already wearing a strap-on, and after an audible sigh, she thrust forward slowly, shoving the same six-inch dildo from that day with Seungdae.

"Fuck!" Ryujin grunted, feeling her ass burn slightly at every inch of silicone entering her rectum. Her grunt, however, was not from pain, but lack thereof. She was hoping to replicate the same feeling she regretted causing on Seungdae; however, her own experience with the members, particularly Yeji and Yuna, had made the six-inch dildo entering her butthole bearable, even dry.

"You okay?" Lia whispered, caressing Ryujin's hair while she nodded, showing her frustration. Reluctantly, they leered at Chaeryeong, nodding one last time, prompting her to hold Ryujin's thighs, one on each arm, and ram her ass, smirking at the instant reaction from her elder.

The burning increased due to the lack of lubricant and the friction, causing Ryujin to grip Lia's hand as she endured the punishment of her own making; one that soon disappeared thanks to her body's memory, adapting quickly to the rough fucking. "This won't do," she murmured, looking desperately at Jisu.

Understanding what she needed, Lia kissed her friend gently until she felt her moans coming out. No words, just a complicit stare, and she stood up, ensuring Yuna would have a good view to describe everything to Yeji.

With Ryujin's moans slowly filling the room, Jisu playfully slapped Ryujin's pussy before spreading her folds and shoving two fingers into her cunt, triggering her first whimper, one that she could not contain despite her best efforts.

Ryujin let herself go, staring at Yuna and Yeji while her moans soared freely, prompting Yuna to finger herself, mirroring Lia's tempo, describing the scene to Yeji, who could only bite her own lip as her arousal grew.

'Not yet, unnie,' Ryujin thought, feeling Jisu's fingers hit her G-spot, whilst her free hand slid towards her clit.

This time, neither stopped. They kept fucking her and rubbing her sensitive bean until Ryujin came, releasing a weak stream of squirt on herself as her legs trembled in Chaeryeong's arms, fingers and toes stretching and contracting erratically until Ryujin regained a bit of self-control.

No resting time for her.

Lia quickly changed places with Yuna, shoving her drenched fingers into Yeji's mouth, appeasing her desperation with the taste of Ryujin's juices.

Meanwhile, the younger members hoisted Ryujin from the tantra chair, only to lock her to a cushioned pillory, assembled from the bed's frame, with a chain running through the roof. Chaeryeong spanked Ryujin's ass before catching up with Lia to tease Yeji's weak spots. Yuna, however, sucked the spherical end of the hook attached to the chain, coating it with her saliva before shoving it up her beloved unnie's ass, forcing her to keep her hips up despite her lack of strength in her legs.

"Shin Yuna!" Ryujin whined, rubbing her knees together with her ankles pointing outward.

"Too much?" Yuna whispered with genuine concern, holding her face lovingly, making Ryujin chuckle.

"No," she panted. "What did I tell you?"

"To do whatever I want with you?" The maknae pouted, doubtful, staring into her eyes.

"Make me regret telling you that," Ryujin replied with a wicked grin, lips trembling the same way they did before they kissed.

"I'll pretend to be sorry," Yuna smiled widely after their tender kiss, jumping off the bed and spanking Ryujin's buttocks so hard her own hand burned. She stopped to admire her playground, biting her lips as the imprint of her palm came to life.

Yes, Yuna had fucked Ryujin hard in private, with and without a strap on, but Ryujin always had clear limits with her, inverting the roles whenever the line was crossed. Not knowing when the opportunity would present again, if that were even a possibility, Yuna meditated on her next move, loving the way her beloved friend wiggled her ass impatiently, showing her butthole stretching vertically thanks to the metal hook.

The maknae kissed Ryujin's behind right before she lashed her ass repeatedly with a soft leather whip with nine braided tails, taking a couple of seconds between her strikes to appreciate Ryujin's whimpers and the way her legs twisted at the sudden sting. Always attentive to the established safe words and signs, Yuna continued, ensuring the tips landed on her buttcheeks, sometimes aiming at her cunt.

Ryujin withstood it all, whimpering, hissing, and cursing louder at every impact, unaware if every hit burned more because of Yuna's increasing force or because of how sensitive her skin got. While her legs had stopped shaking because of her orgasm, making the hook in her ass slightly more comfortable, her hips shuddered erratically after every strike, bringing a mixture of shame and satisfaction to her mind.

"I am actually impressed," Chaeryeong whispered from the X-cross.

"I don't think I've ever seen an ass so red," Lia chuckled.

"At least let me see," Yeji whined before yelping at the precise lashing of her pussy. "SHIN YUNA!" Yeji yelled after a muted cry, receiving another hit, so sudden and loud it startled the other members.

"Would you prefer me to ignore you?" The maknae scoffed, taking a wooden paddle covered in thick leather to spank Yeji's slit with it.

The leader grimaced at the pain, but swallowed her words and spread her legs, offering her cunt to her without saying anything.

"That's what I thought." Yuna spanked her pussy again, giggling before licking the line of juices that stuck to the paddle. She turned back towards Ryuijn, making her jump with a gentle touch on her buttcheek.

Ryujin felt Yuna's hands run through her hips before they pressed her fingers twice on her flesh; the same gesture she used on the maknae to ask without words if it was okay to continue when the roles were reversed. Surprising herself and Yuna, Ryujin nodded quickly, arching her back to raise her ass, unleashing a series of hard spanks with the paddle that slowly approached her pussy until one hit landed flat on her vulva.

Yuna left the paddle firmly pressed on Ryujin's cunt, loving the way she trembled while she approached her locked head in the pillory. "Too much?" She pondered, slowly removing the object, watching Ryujin hesitate to shake her head. One more slap, just as precise. "It's really going to hurt later," she warned her, giving her two seconds before another strike.

Her fist clenched tightly. "I've given you worse, and you're fine," Ryujin sneered, holding a yelp after an even harder spank.

Yuna took a moment to see the paddle, drenched in her elder's nectar. Even if her own sadistic side wanted to continue, considering that the next part of her punishment could be too much, she stopped. "Unnie, next time we're alone, can I use the strap on you after you use it on me?" Yuna asked, whispering in Ryujin's ear.

"You really want to fuck me hard, don't you?" She giggled quietly, feeling Yuna's hands run through her bare torso and her pussy, making her aware of how wet her folds were. "Make me cum, and you can fuck me now," Ryujin murmured, trying to see Yuna's eyes.

A quick peck on the top of her head, and the maknae jumped to kneel behind Ryujin's bright red ass. Carefully, Yuna helped her elder raise her hips and removed the metal hook, sucking the ball that was inside Ryujin's butt before digging her nails to spread her asscheeks. Yuna scanned her dripping cunt while pink lines formed where her nails passed. She leaned to catch the strands of nectar before they fell to the floor. Gently, Yuna licked Ryujin's slit, and then devoured her puckered hole, reaching for her friend's nipples.

While Ryujin had never doubted Yuna's hunger or skills, she always found it amusing how every part of the maknae's body was made for sex. From head to toe, Yuna had worked on her whole existence to please others, and, of course, herself. Her mouth, however, excelled in every aspect. Dick, cunt, or ass, no matter what she had in front of her, Yuna would eat it, finding the person's weak points and pushing them to make them explode whenever she wanted. The fact that Ryujin was moaning loudly, relaxing her anal walls unconsciously but had not cum yet, only meant Yuna was enjoying her meal.

"Unnie, when was the last time Yuna ate your butt?" Chaeryeong asked Yeji, fingers caressing the leader's asshole.

"T-two months?" she replied, arching her back in an attempt to allow access to her friend's curious fingers.

"Really?" Lia scoffed. "She ate mine yesterday. Although definitely not like she's eating Ryujin's," she scoffed, smiling at her pale friend.

"Would you like it?" Chaeryeong smiled, removing her finger from Yeji's rectum and licking it clean. Jisu, perplexed, didn't say anything, but accepted her hand. "We'll be right back."

"What? Don't leave me like this…"

While Yeji continued whining, Chaeryeong took Lia to the bed and placed a pillow directly under Ryujin's face.

Jisu sighed but followed along, fixing the pillow until her lips reached Ryujin's needy mouth, pulling her for a kiss as she raised her legs so Chaeryeong could dive into her groin. When she did, Lia released a moan into Ryujin's lips.

Yeji gave up, but her frustration and lust kept growing. Unable to see anything, she heard it all. Yuna's heavy breathing and occasional grunting while her skillful tongue ventured inside Ryujin's delicious asshole; Ryujin's agitated moans, muffled in Lia's lips while their lips smacked with each other. She noticed Jisu's whimpers change in intensity at the same time her ears caught the sloshing, surely coming from Chaeryeong, fingering Lia's pussy.

Yuna noticed Ryujin's response to Lia's fierce kiss, and she acted accordingly. Taking a last tour through her friend's wrinkled hole, she took a moment to admire her creation and imagine how damaged Ryujin's behind would look the following day.

The maknae fixed Ryujin's position, arching her back just a little more to have better access to her fat cunt. She didn't rush. The first deep lick at Ryujin's petals made her hips shudder, bringing audible joy to Yuna, who, despite having an immense thirst for her friend, savoured every crease of her folds. At the same time, she slowly fingered Ryujin's ass, expertly avoiding any damage with her nails despite how quickly and deeply her digits went inside of her friend.

Ryujin melted, feeling Lia's fingers intertwine with her own while their lips demanded more of each other, focusing all her conscious strength on her hips and legs. Not only was Yuna building a powerful orgasm for Ryujin, but she was edging her until her mind clouded in pleasure so intensely she barely registered Jisu's reaction when Chaeryeong's tongue and fingers pushed her to her climax.

What Ryujin noticed was the maknae's sudden stop.

Yuna sucked her fingers, coated in Ryujin's bitter flavor, leaving them as clean as she could before swiftly shoving them back into her elder's pussy. Before Ryujin could say anything, Yuna locked her clit in her lips and fingered Ryujin so precisely that her legs gave up.

To Chaeryeong's surprise, Yuna held Ryujin's weight with her left arm, allowing the motions of her mouth and digits to continue, gifting Ryujin an orgasm so good that her cunt sprayed Yuna's face over and over again.

Chaeryeong witnessed the bliss on Ryujin's face until her friend's moans returned, in a tone so sweet and dreamlike that she found it utterly adorable.

"Are you ready for the last part?" Lia asked, holding Ryujin's hair away from their faces to see her whiskers showing. Ryujin took a moment to reply, during which Yuna walked to Yeji, aggressively taking her face to kiss her, feeding her some of Ryujin's nectar, taking the leader's lust through the roof.

"I d-didn't get spa-spanked and lashed that h-hard… For you three to s-stop now," Ryujin grinned, trying her best to level herself to avoid choking on the pillory.

Having heard that, Chaeryeong took the newly arrived surprise from a drawer and went to Yuna, slapping her ass and nodding at her. While the maknae went with Ryujin to prepare her, wiping her pussy and butt dry, not caring for her hypersensitivity of the moment, Chaeryeong stood face to face with Yeji, noticing the puddle of juices her cunt had formed after dripping untouched for so long.

"Now you want me to fuck you?" Yeji huffed, lips showing her anger, cheeks flushed in arousal.

Chaeryeong chuckled, adjusting the straps around Yeji's waist. "We said Ryujin unnie would be the center of attention, don't you remember?" the pale woman replied, confusing the leader after adding a second layer to her groin.

"And you haven't played with her yet," Lia said with a shy smile, removing the blindfold from Yeji's eyes, winking at her as she stepped away so she could see Ryujin's red ass, held in place by Yuna's hands.

Shocked by the visuals, particularly the sticker that kept her friend's pussy shut, Yeji was out of words for a moment, letting the members release her from the shackles of the X-cross. Then, she glanced down at her own body, noticing the eight-inch-long dildo attached to the strap-on Chaeryeong had put on her. "You're kidding," Yeji growled, feeling the chastity belt under the strap.

"Sorry, love. You didn't leave us any other way to punish you," Jisu smiled warmly at her.

"Come on, unnie!" Yuna grinned, slapping Ryujin's butt, prompting her hips to tremble. "You know how good she'll feel."

Yeji scoffed with fire in her eyes. "Lube her up," she ordered, breathing loudly.

"No debt goes unpaid," Chaeryeong whispered in the leader's ear. "You should know that better than most."

"You'll fuck her dry. I already loosened her a bit," Yuna chuckled, easily shoving three fingers in Ryujin's ass, pulling her hips upwards to keep her groin fully displayed.

"You'll pay for this, Shin Yuna," Yeji declared, shaking her head and lining up the dildo with Ryujin's butthole.

"Oh, you can do anything you want to me to close this cycle of debts," the tall girl grinned, taking her fingers out of Ryujin and savoring them as the leader pressed the dildo's tip against her friend's small gape. "I'll be on my best behaviour for you until next week," Yuna whispered mischievously, slapping Yeji's ass so hard she lost her balance, causing, perhaps, the closest equivalent to what Ryujin made Seungdae go through.

Yeji had understood the true meaning of Yuna's words. The mere thought of 'one week in chastity' proved enough to mute her senses for a second, which served to make her fall forward with the maknae's spank, shoving half of the fake phallus into Ryujin's rectum.

The whole dungeon went quiet until Ryujin released her sharp grunt five seconds later. Her hips trembled involuntarily; her rim burned like hell. Even if the dildo was just halfway in, the girth was something she was not used to, much less without a slow increase in diameter, much less without lubricant. Despite that, the sensitivity from her previous orgasm tainted the pain with enough pleasure for her to find a sick enjoyment in her punishment.

To everyone's surprise, Ryujin pushed herself up, putting so much effort into her core that she managed to lift Yeji, taking another dry inch of the toy while Yeji helped her stand. "Do it," Ryujin huffed, prompting Yeji to lean forward, careful not to add any more weight onto her, signaling the worried members to stop.

"You really want it?" Yeji whispered, tugging Ryujin's hair as she leaned into her ear.

"Y-yes," she replied honestly, drowned in Yeji's lust, attentive to Yeji's tone, grip, and hand hugging her chest.

"This whole thing was your idea, wasn't it?"

"Yes," she admitted, failing to raise her hips a bit more.

Yeji giggled as quietly as she could. "Have I tell you I love you?" She purred, stretching to kiss Ryujin's cheek and bite her earlobe, pushing another inch into her.

The guttural gasp took Ryujin's chuckle out of her lips. "T-tell me that when you're n-not drunk in lust, and I may b-believe it."

"You better," Yeji murmured, biting her ear, pulling slightly out as she stood up, spreading Ryujin's buttcheeks. She shook her head, sticking her tongue out while she stared at her partner's scratched rimhole tightly hugging the toy's girth.

"Fuck her good, and we'll free you after Lia comes back," Chaeryeong giggled, giving the blonde woman a peck on the cheek, causing her to turn to see Jisu nodding with the keys.

The following thrust went in so fast, hard, and deep that Ryujin released a gasp so sharp it took away all her breath, leaving her mute while her ass took all eight inches inside her. As expected, Yeji released her frustration on her, ramming her butt, making their flesh clap, fucking Ryujin's consciousness out of her.

The scene impressed the other members, especially Chaeryeong, who was too stunned to speak. Lia, however, noticed Yeji's toes gripping the slippery floor and saw a potential accident. With Yuna's help, she unmounted the pillory, raising the piece of furniture that kept Ryujin in place so quickly that Yeji pushed her into the bed, using her friends' assistance to continue fucking her relentlessly until both were lying on their right side.

"We lost them," Jisu declared.

"You think she'll fuck me like that on Monday?" Yuna smirked excitedly, watching Yeji hold Ryujin's leg upward, giving them and the cameras in the room a clear view of the act.

"Will Ryujin unnie be okay?" Chaeryeong asked.

"Tonight, yeah. Tomorrow…" Lia shook her head with a subtle smile.

Ryujin had already gone well past her pain. The way Yeji rammed her ass, hugging her so tightly with her free arm, hitting her womb from the right angle, and listening to her heavy breathing hit all the right buttons for her consciousness to drift away slowly.

What was left was, for the other members, an impressively submissive side of Ryujin they had never seen. Her moans, whimpers, and grunts came so freely they varied from deep to sharp depending on the leader's will. Her hips rocked back and forth, desperately trying to take the whole dildo into her guts as fast and hard as possible. And her face reflected the bliss that overflowed her system until the pleasure in her body made her shiver.

Yeji had managed to fuck an orgasm out of Ryujin from blowing her ass, just like Ryujin had blown hers many times before; a personal goal of hers. However, right before she exploded, she felt her partner's body freeze and contract for a second, followed by a river of fluids running through their legs, finally adding that missing lubricant to the dildo.

"Wha…" Ryujin mouthed in a gasp, still too far gone in the gates of her stolen climax to understand what Yuna said as she held the sticker freshly ripped from her pussy. She glimpsed the strap-on and stared at the maknae's big eyes and lips moving. Ryujin nodded, accepting the fate she had forged for herself.

For a moment, she was unaware of where her body was and what her limbs were doing; she only saw a pale hand pushing her to her left, followed by the warmth of Yeji's skin in her back, and a sudden stretch, splitting her core in half as Yuna approached her face.

A muted whimper exited her lips while her insides reshaped, bringing back her lost orgasm in full by the time Yuna's lips met Ryujin's.

Drowning in her own pleasure, Ryujin let herself lie flat over Yeji, who held her waist firmly in place. Then, Yuna's lips drifted to the left of her neck the same way Yeji did, attacking Ryujin from both sides while they both fucked her without giving her rest, prolonging her climax so much she did not comprehend when the new orgasm began.

"Hm?" Yuna continued pounding Ryujin's cunt, turning at the sensation of someone pulling her plug out of her butthole, finding Chaeryeong, already equipped with her own strap-on, one that matched the girth of her toy. "You read my mind," she grinned, changing her angle to present her gaping hole to her friend.

"The usual?" Chaeryeong asked, pulling her red hair from the roots, shoving the toy inside of her, instantly ramming her ass.

Lia contemplated the mayhem in front of her: Yeji, holding the whole act on top of her, showing her desperation through her panted grunts, still trying to rock her hips; Ryujin, toes spread wide, holes probably as sensitive as an open nerve, too far gone to know how hard she was pulling the maknae's nipples just to continue kissing her; Yuna, rejoicing in the bits of pain while she made out with her beloved friend, swirling their tongues inside each other's mouths while she kept fucking Ryujin so hard the wet stain in the sheets grew by the second; and Chaeryeong, syncing her thrust with Yuna's to give her that extra push against Ryujin's insides, bringing a whisper of a grunt out of her elder, giggling as she kept the whole structure from falling.

"Can't be helped…" Jisu told herself with a smirk, trying to focus on her upcoming free days, venturing onto the bed to pull Yeji's head just enough to meet her eyes, knowing the effect she had on the leader.

Her warm smile disarmed Yeji's furious glare, mumbling in desperation before her right hand reached for Lia's pussy, shoving two fingers inside of her. Jisu yelped and laughed, leaning closer. They ogled each other's lips, and Lia kissed her, turning into the vessel of Yeji's lust, impressed by how good her fingers felt inside her slick walls.

Chaeryeong's position allowed her to see the end of it. Lia had exploded in Yeji's hand, taking her face to calm her down through soft, tender kisses as she swayed her fat pussy on the leader's palm. Yuna had cummed from having her own asshole destroyed while she drilled Ryujin's cunt, resulting in a powerful squirt and thrusts so hard that Ryujin's legs shut around the maknae's torso.

Slowly, and not caring for the torturous waves of pleasure it represented, she pulled Yuna's hair again after untangling Ryujin's legs from her. "Aftercare," she whispered, getting a sweet hum from Yuna, then removing the dildo from her butt, taking the liberty of shoving four fingers inside of her, moving them freely. "You're truly something else," Chaeryeong scoffed, shutting her gape with the same plug Yuna had arrived with.

"I worked hard for it." The maknae blinked flirtily before withdrawing her own strap from Ryujin's pussy just as slowly as she pulled her friend's stiffened fingers from her nipples, stretching them until they slipped out of Ryujin's digits. Yuna bit her lips, admiring her elder's drenched folds pulsating and gaping while her rim still hugged the large dildo inside of it. Right when she leaned in to eat that cunt, Chaeryeong yanked her hair to stop her.

"Seriously?" She scoffed with a wide smile.

"It's not like she'll be mad about it," the maknae pouted as they took off their straps.

"Yeji. She needs to breathe, too," Chaeryeong replied.

Right there, Ryujin had no clear thoughts. The only thing she was fairly aware of was that her pussy was empty. The hands that held her made her shudder, bringing strong waves of electricity that expanded throughout her whole body, taking away any possible consciousness she could have regained. Soon, her butthole was also empty, gaping as she rested in a cold area of the mattress.

"Drip…"

"Let me. My treat," Ryujin heard Lia say before Yuna giggled.

"Are you dripping too much?" The maknae asked softly, caressing her hair and cupping her cheek, enough for another spasm to run through her body.

Ryujin nodded weakly, eyes barely focusing on Yuna's before a high-pitched cry came out of her lungs and her legs shut tightly around Lia's head. She tried to let her go, but she had no strength left in her.

"It's okay." Yuna grabbed her by the chin. "We'll kiss you until you can talk again."

With Lia and Yuna taking care of Ryujin, Chaeryeong made eye contact with Yeji. "Still got fuel in you?"

"What do you think?" Yeji scoffed, tilting her head.

"I haven't cum yet," Chaeryeong smirked, lying on the tantra chair and spreading her legs.

Ryujin was the first one to fall asleep, unaware of what the other members did to exhaust Yeji's energy until she also dozed off in Lia's arms. Yuna and Chaeryeong, however, took care of Yeji's and Lia's pets, even taking the chance to take a proper shower together before sleeping on the leader's bed.

A soft grunt woke up Yeji, making her conscious enough to feel the chastity belt she still had. The same grunt again, and she recognized Ryujin trying to move, prompting her to roll towards her, careful not to wake Lia up.

"That bad?" She whispered.

Ryujin sighed in defeat and nodded. "Did it ever hurt this bad for you?" She asked softly.

Yeji could not help but smile, wiggling her way to hug her. "Doubt it. They always lubed me up pretty well," she explained quietly. "Do you feel better at least?" She pondered, tapping on Ryujin's heart.

"I think so. I'm sure this hurts way more than what we made him go through."

"He didn't cum as hard as you," Yeji grinned, reaching for her cheek to give her a peck. "Or as long." Another peck. "Or as many times."

"You were not even conscious by then." Ryujin rolled her eyes before staring at Yeji's face, melting at her gentle smile. "How did you know?"

Yeji grinned widely and got even closer to kiss her. "Jisu would never think of anything like this. Chaery may start the fire, but she would have stopped at the spanking. Yuna would never think of hurting you unless you tell her first." Another tender kiss. "Unless Mr. Hwang and his pretty, veiny cock are behind this, it's only you."

"Are you mad at me?"

"Hmmm…" Yeji pursed her lips, playfully cuddling with Ryujin. "Just a bit. You got me all worked up, and you won't finish the job until Monday," she murmured, running her slim fingers through her partner's hair.

"You haven't asked if I'm free after practice," Ryujin purred with a smirk, receiving a confident scoff from Yeji as a response. "Will you take it out on me?" she pondered, fear showing through her voice.

Yeji huffed, shaking her head. "Do you really think I could?" she asked, offended, in her usual volume, quickly pursing her lips, afraid she might have woken Lia up. "I could never!" she murmured. "Plus, Yuna is already expecting me to go rough with her. I'll pretend to be mad at them until they take this off of me," she added, yawning and snuggling her face on Ryujin's neck, kissing it tenderly.

"Thank you for understanding," she exhaled, closing her eyes.

"It's only because I love you," Yeji whispered sweetly in her ear before pretending to be asleep.

Chills ran through Ryujin's body. She took a moment to digest her words, repeating them in her mind as she felt her breath on her neck. "What?" She uttered, half-sitting quickly in an attempt to see as much of Yeji as she could.

"You want to hear it so badly your ass doesn't hurt anymore?" Yeji smiled kindly, then opened her eyes and stared directly into Ryujin's. "I love you."

"I-I told you not to say it if you were lusting…"

"I am not," she replied sweetly and calmly. "Come, I'm sure it hurts to sit like that," Yeji helped her lie down on the mattress, taking her place in Ryujin's neck. "I just wanted you to know." She kissed her cheek and hugged her tightly. "You don't have to say it back if you're not ready."

Astonished and feeling her heart pounding loudly with Yeji's hand right over it, Ryujin tried to say it back, but the words couldn't come out. Flustered, she could not help but smile. "W-want to spend the weekend together?" She managed to mumble so quickly and quietly that she doubted if she actually did.

"Mhmm. That'd be perfect." Yeji gave her another peck on the cheek, then pulled her head for one last kiss on her lips. "Try to sleep. You still have to dance tomorrow," she giggled quietly.

Author's notes: I know some of you are expecting Seungdae to have his turn, but if that's going to happen, I don't want any guilt to be involved in the game. Anyhow, I hope you enjoyed this little girlbang against Ryujin. Little extra: the idea was born after watching this clip, lol.

You don't answer, electing to focus on thrusting back into her.

Fuck being humble, you are giving her the works, pumping in and out of her at paces you've only dreamed of reaching.

Her back arches as you grab at her hips, keeping her still as she squirms.

Her cunt is so fucking wet on your cock, it's pure agony, Pleasure's incarnate as it draws you back in with every pump.

But you can't cum yet, not after all the times your girlfriend has milked your cock dry without her finishing. You can't go through fingering her again to completion as your spent cock flops lifelessly on your pelvis.

"I t-turned you into a good little fuck, didn't I?" she teases, but her face is anything but composed. Her chest, her perky little tits bounce with the huff and puffs of her chest.

It only eggs you on, you lean forward a bit so you're over top of her, ram her from a better angle.

Her hands jump to your back, grasping, clawing at it in pleasure. She's most definitely drawn blood with her scratches. Worth it. Especially with that look on her face, mouth hanging agape, eyes screwed up in pleasure.

You've fucked her enough to know that pace isn't the only thing that matters. There are other things to look for, and when her pussy clenches even tighter, you know to prop yourself up, opt for slower, deeper thrusts. You also know to take a thumb, reach it down to her sopping wet cunt, find that stiff little clit you and flick.

Her hands, now at her side find the bedsheets and clench, her body trembles and her pussy squeezes you so hard you almost pass out.

But you don't, you thrust triumphantly knowing this is the third time tonight you've made her cum on your cock.

She lets out a squeal, all high and hoarse as her whole body convulses.

You still adminster soft pumps until her pussy ceases its tension, then you fall back onto the bed.

She's laying there, still a little out of it, and to say your cock is throbbing would be a gross understatement. It's writhing, your balls are so full of cum the head is nearly leaking. But your stamina is waning.

"Shit, Yeji," you utter, still shocked at not only how damn hot she is, but how well you've performed tonight.

You should know better to count Yeji out.

Her cat-like eyes are back, looking at you with something that signals trouble.

She crawls over to you, body still trembling but still, she's as commanding as ever.

She crawls up between your legs, never breaking eye contact.

"Y-yeji," you moan as her mouth engulfs your tip. "Give me a minute," you say, despite the cum in your balls stirring, almost escaping as her lips suction you.

She lets it out with the softest little pop. "You've been such a good boy. Maybe I'll give you a reward."

Her spryness returns, and when she spins and positions herself, you almost cry of happiness.

She's on her knees, face planted into the sheets, eyes still turned back towards yours.

"Yej— are you serious?"

Her hands are stretching her ass cheeks to reveal her tight little asshole.

"Take my ass."

You get up shakily, still apprehensive, but when she smirks at you, bites her lip and says "take it," you oblige.

Your grab your cock, positioning it at entrance. Just feeling it on your tip is dizzying. Her body tenses as you rub it there. She nods lovingly towards you, and you push.

The tightness is overwhelming, you push past resistance until you slip in. If her cunt has the softnesss of clouds, her ass is a thunderstorm of pleasure. Every inch deeper sends a jolt of electricity, of pure pleasure right up your spine.

Your balls are nearly bursting, they urge you to go faster, but she's so damn tight that you might just break her if you do.

She's spreading her ass even further, her breath keeps catching in her mouth as she tenses.

"Ohh— oh my… god, babe!"

Hearing it doesn't help you focus. You barely bury yourself halfway before you have to slide out.

"Your asshole feels so fucking—"

"Fuck me," she huffs.

You chance going a little faster, a little deeper, and her hands leave her ass, one finding her pussy to rub again.

You must be in heaven, you must have God given strength to not have released swaths of semen into her tight little hole, and soon, through her wriggles, you bury yourself all the way into her.

It's ascending, the feeling, the pleasure. You've been sitting with it, unreleased for like, half an hour now, and you swear you can see clearer. You prop a leg up, and even that movement threatens your release, but it works to give traction to your thrusts.

She is positively ruined now, one arm limply at her side, other weakly rubbing her pussy as you rail her asshole.

Look, it's not like you're not ruined either. The ascension is gone, and you're almost blinded as you feel her cervix convulse through the walls of her ass.

You're thrusting with abandon now, revelling in your reward as with an almighty gasp she cums, knees giving out as her body goes limp.

You too give your final thrusts, leaning forward and burying yourself as deep as you can before pleasure ignites your every nerve on fire and with a deafening cry, you spurt into her ass.

It feels like it lasts a lifetime, you propped up, cock buried in her ass as it fills it with cum. It's too much, still being lodged inside of her, and when you pull out, you spurt more over her toned back. Your hands find her asscheeks, groping them as your final spurts paint them too.

You collapse beside her, gasping for air. She lazily crawls up, nesting herself in the nook of your arm.

"That was fucking, amazing Yeji."

She lets out a breath, kissing your chest in acknowledgement. The kisses climn up to your cheek, before that tone is back, not tired and spent but eager and wanting.

"Are you ready for your reward?"

"T-that wasn't the reward?"

"Oh honey," she settles right beside your ear, "that was just the start." With surprising strength she heaves the both of you up from the bed. "Put on something nice."

"Where are you taking me?" you ask as she stalks off to her wardrobe in a hurry.

She turns back wearing that picture perfect fucking smile. "Heaven."

---

When she said 'heaven', you didn't expect vice and sin.

The nightclub, 'Hell's Place', booms its music, shaking you to your core. Even louder, somehow, are the heaps of fans recognizing Yeji, screaming her name, pushing past each other just for a view.

But she ignors it all, dragging you further into the club until a locked door.

"Alright, Yeji?" a staff member asks, unlocking it.

A shabby little staircase leads up to: vice and sin.

Still dragging you by the arm, the upper floor isn't loud and disorienting, it's full of important looking people doing less than important things. Even then, it's luxurious, velvet couches, black marble table tops.

Powder lins the card topped tables where men with rings and slick backed hair shout obscenities and exchange money, girls walk around in lingerie, stealing attention while quietly slipping forgotten bills into their pantyhoses.

Yeji turns, sultrous look on her face. "Welcome to Club Heaven," she smiles, dragging you further in.

"Was that… was that Chaeyoung and Mina?"

"Ahh, they're here all the time. Wanna go say hi?"

"They look a little busy." Indeed they were, Chaeyoung lay nearly upside down, hips lifted into the air so that her only contact with the couch was with her neck, and Mina's tongue was jammed so far up her asshole you were almost jealous.

Almost, because Yeji nudges you again. "Good, and you will be too."

"W-what the hell is this reward, Yej?"

Further up you go. "Wanna take a guess? It's something you've wanted even before you met me."

"Something I've wanted? A treehouse?"

"Yeah, I brought you to the underground idols hub for a treehouse," Yeji rolls her eyes. "No, it's this."

Yeji pushes a door open, and inside isn't vice or sin, you decide; it's heaven. Chaeryeong lay woozy on the couch, naked, spent, cum droobling all over her tight little frame. and next to her, a man sits, head thrown back in pleasure as a woman kneel in front of him, head bobbing up and down.

There's no pretense, no room for congratulations in this reward. Yeji simply walks over to the girl, and like the leader she is, grasps her by the hair and pushes her to you.

"Go play with him," she orders, getting to her knees in front of the other. "He deserves it."

The sight of Yeji plunging her hot little mouth onto the others thick cock almost makes you mad, almost makes you storm him with your fists, but now Yuna is in front of you, crazed look in her eye like she needs to replace the cock that was ripped from her mouth.

She does, however, seem to recognize you.

She shows you this by pouncing. So much for wearing something nice, Yuna's hands rip the trousers off your body.

"Don't pay attention to my Unnie," she huffs, pushing you back onto the couch. Your pants are off and your cock is hard for what feels like the hundredth time tonight. "You've always wanted to fuck me right?"

She wastes no time, doesn't leave room for an answer before her mouth wraps around you. The pleasure is unimaginable, the way her mouth suctions onto your tip. She lets it out, slurping up every ounce of saliva she left there.

"Wasn't I your bias before you started dating Yeji?" she says it so matter-of-factly, so confidently as her tongue slides up the underside of your length. "Yejin tells me all the time whenever she goes down on me, that you're always watching my fancams."

She's not usually like this, you've been dating Yeji for 3 years now, and everytime you hang out with Yuna, she's normal. But, when in Heaven, you reason.

Your eyes don't know what to focus on, Yeji's hair grasped by Mr. Muscles over there as he bucks up into her throat, Chaeryeong, now conscious and fingering herself as she watches, or Yuna, now taking your cock down deeper.

Okay, you folded, the way Yuna's throat closes around your cock like the perfect little sleeve is mesmerizing, not to mention how she simply refuses to break eye contact with you.

Her face as she's suctioning your cock is otherworldy, hollowed out cheeks, mouth almost springing so it stays latched to your manhood.

"You taste like Yeji-unnie," she moans, as if that fact alone gives her physical pleasure. She sits up, turning around to show her wide, oh so sexy hips. "Let's change that, shall we?"

She climbs up on the couch, legs on either side of you before lowering herself onto your waiting member.

"Nngh, shit," she moans as she takes your throbbing tip. "Yo-you feel even better than him," she gestures lazily towards Yeji and Mr. Muscles.

The sight of Yeji, now taking him doggy style eggs you on. You grab Yuna by her thick meaty thighs, positioning her so her back is leaning on your chest, and fucking pump. You pump and pump and pump into her tight little pussy as she screams in pleasure.

If Yeji's cunt is perfect, a hole molded to your cock, Yuna's is a cave waiting to be conquered. It wraps around you, her walls fighting you in places which only makes you want to pound her harder.

"Y-you feel so fucking good, Yuna."

"N-nngh, is it like y-you've always imagined?" she groans. "Does it feel as good as you thought? Fucking my tight little pussy?"

"I-it's so fucking good!"

She's barely keeping it together, you can feel the sweat of her back rub against your chest before she turns her head towards you, tongue lolled out like it doesn't know what to do and you kiss her.

It's hot and it's passionate, but it's not love, not filled with emotion like your kisses with Yeji are, and you don't know if that makes it more or less hot.

You can hear every squelch, every slap of skin on skin while you pound her, and it's almost too much for your already spent cock to handle.

You pull, cock wet with both of your juices. You lift her off of you standing up and tossing her onto the bed. She wordlessly climbs onto her knees, arms rested on the backrest, wide, breedable hips and sopping wet cunt towards you. Fuck.

She her head. "How'd you manage? I've been wanting this for so long, but Yeji's so possessive over you."

You prop one leg up onto the couch beside you, and thrust back in. You grunt, and her breath hitches.

"Nngh, fuck Yuna— I fucked her in the ass," you pound proudly. "I made her cum with my cock in her ass!"

You feel Yuna's walls tighten at the information. The slap that echoes from you pounding into her like this is louder than the club downstairs.

"H-holy shit, keep going," she strains. "Did you really? S-she only lets us fuck her ass."

Hearing this is enough to push you over the edge. Your pounding harder, and Yuna can feel it. You can tell by the way she turns excitedly, those eyes still crazed as she pushes her hips harder into you.

"That turn you on? Oh, the amount of times Lia has strapped on for her, pounding her until she's screaming."

You pump and pump.

"Not to mention Ryujin," Yuna continues through her moans. "Ryujin likes to tie our leader to the bed, fuck her ass until she's it's red and raw— nngh, just like that, fuck."

"Fuck, Yuna, I'm cumming," you groan as you attempt to pull out.

Yuna backs her hips into you as you do, and you burst into her, spilling all your hot load you thought exclusive to Yeji into her. She continues backing into you, microthrusts as you pump load after load into her.

She slowly eases off of your cock, and with a squelch, heaps of your load spills from her cunt. She collapses back onto the couch.

She eyes you, body failing after your wild night, but a look of disappointment recaptures your attention. "We're not done yet, I still haven't finished." Her fingers plunge into her pussy, pushing your juices further into her.

"H-holy shit, Yuna."

Before you can make another move Yeji is back, hands on your shoulder, pulling you into a kiss.

Yuna crosses her arms sulkily.

"I'm back," she says. "How was Yuna?"

"Good," you grunted. "And how was Mr. Muscles over there?" you gesture to the guy, who now has Chaeryeong's pussy covering his face.

"Ohh, is someone jealous?" she kisses you again. "Since when were we exclusive? He tried to fuck my ass, and well, that's only for you and the girls."

You pull her close by the hips. "Damn right it is," you plant another kiss."

"Unnie, that's all well and great, but, we weren't finished here," Yuna pouts.

Yeji drops to her knees in front of Yuna. "I think I'll be taking my boyfriend back for tonight, but I'll take care of you."

Yuna bites her lip, cheeks going scarlet.

"Do you want your Unnie to take care of you?"

Yuna uncrosses her arms as Yeji saddles up on the floor, inches away from Yuna's cunt.

"Yuna, use your words. Do you want your leader to suck the cum of her boyfriend out of your naughty little cunt?"

Yuna's facade breaks. "Yes, Unnie," she moans.

Yeji wraps her arms around Yuna's thighs, plunging her face into Yuna's cum filled cunt. The salacious sounds of Yuna, moaning all high and bratty, and Yeji, positively slurping on her fill the room, invigorating your cock once again.

Yeji, as if she knows, pushes her hips out for you.

It's a different feeling, fucking Yeji here, while she slurps your seed out of Yuna's squirming body.

It's probably better. Her tightness is mid-dizzying, and you should've known better than to compare Yuna's pussy to hers. Yeji's was simply made for you. It's pleasure beyond physical, it ignites your soul.

Yun's head is rolled back, squirming, hands flying around like she doesn't know what to do with them, from squeezing her own tits to grasping Yeji's hair.

And you pound Yeji, every thrust shoving her tongue further into Yuna until her face is a mess of Yeji's slickness, her own saliva, and your cum.

You well up whatever stamina you have left, and pound into her.

The room is a mess of moans and slaps, before Yuna, all high and unfocused, screams. She cums into Yeji, covering her face with even more liquid, and you too are approaching your limit.

You feel the familiar tightening in your pelvis, before releasing whatever semen your body can scrounge up into Yeji again. The bodies in the room are slick with sweat and cum, and you fall, no collapse back onto the floor, muscles seizing up.

You faintly see Yeji climb up to Yuna, kissing, sloppily swapping the liquids still in her mouth, and you can't help but faintly wonder if your girlfriend could win a sex marathon. It's your last thought before exhaustion takes you.

It's short lived, though, you're shaken awake and you can still see Yuna and Yeji frenching. Chaeryeong climbs atop you.

"You're not finished yet, are you?"

You had always wanted to attend an awards show, what Kpop fan wouldn't? Being able to cheer your favorites on during their performance, celebrating with them when they win, seeing them arrayed in all of their beauteous splendor in the most expensive outfits their companies can afford, and of course, getting a chance to have sex your favorite idol during the after-party orgy that invariably capped off any event involving idols! But whether through colossal incompetence, or stupefying ignorance, the organizers had failed to remember the one industry truism when hosting idols: Always. Bring. More. Meat. Idols invariably possessed absurd sexual appetites, and could drain even a packed room with appalling ease, so it was common to have several backup waiting areas; just for politeness's sake, as well as preventing any medical emergencies from overused fans (and staff, and executives, and VIPs, and random passerbyers...). But, as noted, the morons in charge of this event had only filled the main hall with rabid fans, and so when it was time for the idols to engage in some "high-touch", their pickings were unfortunately limited. Which meant that much like when carnivores confronted a scarcity of prey, conflict naturally arose.

Fans were fought over like carrion, female idols hissing and snapping at one another while they attempted to cajole fresh life into their lover's cocks, while female fans were rendered practically comatose by the relentless pounding of their male idols. The more senior idols naturally were able to secure their own personal pets, but those could only last so long before they would have to search out fresh bodies, causing further confrontations that would only serve as yet more fuel for the gossip rags (those whose reporters were not currently being violated unto unconsciousness at least). Which meant that by the time the tide of irritably aroused idols finally crested over your line of foldable seats, most of them were in little mood for niceties or politeness; or quite frankly, consent. So when Soyeon dragged the guy to your left to the floor, and Yujin forced herself onto the girl to your right, you should not have been shocked to discover two of the more storied leaders heading towards you. Yeji stalks from the frothing chaos, still surprisingly clothed, glaring hungrily at you, while at the same moment, Karina saunters by, her shorts lost in the bedlam but still eyeing you with obvious interest. Then they both glance at one another, and immediately start bickering.

Karina tosses her hair scornfully as she shoos Yeji away with her hand, "Oh, sorry dear, but I got this one first, I'm sure the next row will have better pickings," she snickers. Yeji shrugs, measuring her opponent, "I'm good. I didn't know a bitch as fancy as you would go for peasant dick," Yeji sneers, walking closer to you and placing her hand possessively on your thigh "Fuck off, escort." Karina's face twists with barely contained fury, stepping in and placing her own hand on your leg, "Was that an offer?" she sniffs, "I hear you're quite good at groveling before your betters." Yeji snarls in response, and things go downhill from there. The pair trade increasingly vulgar barbs with one another, making references to past slights or reputations that went far above your head; but what concerned you the most was how increasingly tight both of them were gripping you. There was also the playfully shoving that was fast approaching a full on slap-fight, which while arousing to watch, the fact that it was occurring right next to your most vulnerable portion was dangerous in the extreme. Your fears about an all-out brawl breaking out in your lap peak when Karina hisses in response to Yeji's latest threat, "Oh? And what are you going to do about it?" she cocks her head, "Hmm?" The tension is palpable as Yeji mirrors her motion, still unspeaking, as Karina raises her eyebrows mockingly. Then Yeji leans forward, and kisses Karina full on the lips.

While this was not the outcome to the conflict you were expecting, it was clear that this was the resolution Karina expected, considering that she returns Yeji's kiss unreservedly. Your jaw drops as the violent cat-fight instantly devolves into a passionate make-out session, the two idols' tongues writhing within each others' mouths while they press their faces together. You meanwhile simply gawp, wondering if the pair would simply devour one another and leave you simply to watch their lascivious embrace; a fate which was not entirely unpleasant considering the girl to your right was currently drowning in Yujin's squirt. But then Karina and Yeji broke off their kiss with a wet explosion of spittle, and after shooting you a glance, resume their conversation, "So" Karina sighs while stroking Yeji's cheek, "What took you so long?" Yeji lets out a tired groan as she leans her head against her best friend's hand, "I was busy unclogging Yuna, you?" Karina grimaces, "Unclogging? Do I even want to know...?" Yeji wiggles her fingers mischievously, causing Karina further discomfort, "Ugh! Stop, stop! I was dealing with Ningning, she kept squirting all over NMIXX," Karina rolls her eyes, "You know how it is..."

The girls might have seemed to be ignoring you, but throughout this touching conversation, their off-hands were busy slapping your own out of the way while they nimble undid your pants and started yanking them down. The pair squat down and nudge themselves between your legs once your jeans are around your ankles, Karina greeting you with a kindly smile while Yeji doesn't acknowledge you at all. Yeji's hand slithers around your shaft, gripping it tightly, "You know," she sighs, "sometimes I miss having Everglow around." Karina raises an eyebrow, "I did not realize you enjoyed their music that much," but Yeji waves in dismissal, "Not for that," she frowns, "they would make such a mess that nobody would bother paying attention to our problem children." she idly taps your cock as she continues, "Who gives a shit if Lia is screaming about 'morals' while getting ass-fucked, when you have E:U pissing all over the judges, or Sihyeon literally womb-fucking people. Now we actually have to worry about our girls making a scene," she rolls her eyes. "She really was into pissing, wasn't she?" Karina muses, her hand cupping your balls, "Her being tiny didn't help, but I swear every time she was getting railed she was making a puddle..." Yeji raises a finger, "Okay, but she could still take dick, remember that one video?"

Karina gives you a queasy glance, "I would rather not, I don't think I've ever seen a penis that large before, and she took it all..." Yeji laughs at her friend's discomfort, "Oh it isn't that hard, I managed to take most of it when Jihyo lent him to us, Chaeryeong took it balls deep though," she confides with a proud smile, "she's grown up so much..." Both of the girls sigh nostalgically, musing upon the past until your cock twitches in their hands, and they remember the task at, ah, hand, "Oh, right," she smirks and gives your dick a testing squeeze before standing up and pull down her shorts, revealing her meaty lips that are already glistening with wetness. Yeji lifts her leg as she starts to straddle you, until Karina stops her, "Really, no foreplay?" she sighs, Yeji shrugs, "He's hard, who cares?" before using her butt to muscle Karina out of the way and for the first time actually giving you her full attention. Her eyes bore deeply into your own before she glances down to inspect your meat with the casual air of someone who has seen and felt thousands of cocks, before letting out a noncommittal grunt; and then sits on your dick.

You were still processing the fact that you had even seen Yeji's, the Yeji, drooling pussy, and so were utterly mentally unprepared for the idol to start bouncing on your cock with that same pussy wrapped around it. Her folds voraciously grip your shaft, smearing it with her thick juices that slop down your wrinkled sack and pool in your crack, and the heat of her sex felt as if it was a furnace. Yeji wraps her arms around your neck, glaring steadily at you while she gives you the best ride of your life, slamming herself vigorously down onto your crotch until you start to worry she is going to fracture your hips. Luckily for your health, your boner was going to break long before your bones would, and you feel the familiar tingles of pleasure emanating from your shaft that could only mean one thing. Yeji's eyes narrow draconically, evidently able to feel your dick pulsating as it prepares to breed her, and simply keeps pistoning herself up and down your length, uncaring of your oncoming orgasm, her petite breasts flailing wildly in her unsupportive top. But suddenly her hips jerk to a halt, stifling your climax, and ensuring only a trickle of precum leaking into Yeji's ravenous hole, and she looks up in annoyance at Karina who is resting her body weight on Yeji's shoulders, her cleavage squishing against the back of her head. Karina pouts down at both of you, "I would like a turn before he finishes, please," she says dryly, "He was about to cum you know?" Yeji growls in annoyance, "Who cares? It's just more lube, just keep fucking him and he'll keep it up," Your dick twitches eagerly in agreement, but Karina remains unmoved, "Sorry my sweet little kitty, but I want to fuck him while he's still nice and hard," she smiles sweetly, cheerfully ignoring whatever input you might have regarding the use of your penis.

Eventually Yeji sighs, grimacing in annoyance but slowly unmounting you as Karina eases off of her, giving you a frown of disdain as your cock slips out of her stuffy confines, "He's almost as bad as Jihyo's cousin," she complains, "I didn't even get close to cumming!" Karina laughs, "Oh he's not that bad, trust me, I had to babysit him a lot while Jihyo was busy popping her baby out, her dear cousin was adorably quick," "I know," Yeji pats her pussy, "I took him a week after Gahyun and Swan popped his cherry, I'm still mad I wasn't the one to break him in..." Karina raises an eyebrow as she wiggles out of her top, allowing her voluminous breasts to spill out down her chest, "How many times?" Yeji smirks, "Five. Jihyo was pissed when she saw the mess I made of him," she giggles while squirming out of her own top, her perky tits wobbling appreciably. Karina groans, "Oh don't tell me about the mess, whenever he would finish between my tits, it would look like someone dumped a jar of melted butter on my chest." "He did have huge loads," Yeji agrees, "He finished in my ass twice, and I was shitting white for like a week," Karina groans in disgust, "Yeji!" she slaps the other idol's ass, and the pair dissolve into giggles before their attention back to you.

Now that both idols were fully naked, you were able to truly appreciate their gorgeous bodies, at least in the moments you had before they started ravishing you again. Both shared the same slim figure, though Yeji was slightly thicker around the waist and thighs, and her dainty boobs were unusually delicate looking, and Karina's elegant chest was graced by a pair of incongruously massive, weighty breasts. How her thin frame managed to support such hefty mounds of meat was beyond you, but you were certainly not complaining as you drink in the sight of her pale cleavage. Yeji, by contrast, was of a darker tone, her skin tanned by both nature as well as the loving kiss of sunlight; and both sported similarly dark brown hair that fell past their shoulders. And you, well, you were wearing naught but a shirt and sitting in an overly padded folding chair, and soon even that dignity was denied to you as Yeji kicks it closed and it, and you, collapse onto the curiously spongy floor. You look somewhat fearfully up at the twin goddesses of lust standing before you, their bodies pressed sensually together as they glare appraisingly down at you. Then, with her hips swaying, Karina saunters closer, her discretely sheltered folds gleaming with just a hint of wetness, and she languidly squats down onto your crotch.

"Try not to disappoint me," Karina sighs as she leans over you, her breasts swaying ponderously above your head, her fingers gently orienting your manhood towards her soft entrance, causing it to twitch fitfully, "Hmm?" Karina gazes at you curiously, causing your stomach to roil with anticipation, "Does that thought... arouse you?" A smile slowly spreads across her face, "Are you getting excited thinking about leaving me unsatisfied, about failing a woman as lovely as I?" Frankly, you were appalled at even the thought of Karina's scorn for failing to perform, but evidently your cock was far more honest than you thought you were, and it bulges obscenely in her grasp. Karina laughs and glances back at Yeji, "Oh Kiry, you are going to love this one," before returning her attention to you and politely slipping your member inside of her. You groan as her pussy envelopes your cock, her slick folds massaging your length as it slides fully into their embrace, "Agreeably average," Karina declares musingly, as if sampling a fresh bottle of wine, "let's see if it can hold up, shall we?" With that, she starts to move, slowly at first, but gradually picking up tempo as she explores every inch of your cock with her plush walls, her breasts wobbling only slightly from her movements. Unlike Yeji's sex, which had felt like someone was jackhammering a recently boiled fleshlight up and down your cock, Karina's technique was far more subtle, her hips levitating in beguilingly complex patterns around your shaft.

With your cock already weakened from Yeji's rough handling, Karina's exquisite movements were quickly wearing you out, and you knew that even with your utmost focus you would not be able to resist climaxing. Karina smiles knowingly, "Are you going to finish, already?" she pouts in exasperation, as if her pussy was not writhing about your shaft in ways that would have melted even the hardiest pornstar in minutes, "Oh nooo," she purrs, "how humiliating, I am nowhere near being satisfied but, oh well," Karina leans down and puts a finger on your lips, silencing your gasped protests, "Hush. Disappoint me. Now." And her folds tighten insistently, and it is all you can do but moan ashamedly as your load spews against Karina's cervix, who sighs dreamily as your warmth spreads through her belly, gently rocking on your crotch. "What happened to not making him cum?" Yeji interjects tartly, standing right next to your joined bodies, "Or were you just that desperate for his jizz?" Karina rolls her eyes, "Oh don't be a bitch, he was already on the edge of orgasm after you were done with him, so of course I was going to end up finishing him off," your cock flops noisily out of Karina, and both idols glance down to appraise the quality and quantity of semen leaking out of Karina's pussy, "A touch thick, he must have been saving up," Karina informs Yeji, who nods in agreement, her arms crossed across her chest, "Now then, I'm going to enjoy myself until his refractory period truly kicks in and we have to take a break.

You were more than a little opposed to this idea, considering how sensitive your manhood was after orgasming, and the thought of being subjected to Karina's intensive attentions was concerning, and so you say as much. Karina nods empathetically, hearing you out before interjecting, "Your objection has been noted," she politely informs you, "and duly ignored," before shoving your partially erect cock back inside of her. Under her fold's strenuous urging, your dick manages to regain partial rigidity, and she proceeds to ride you once more, this time eschewing her more advanced techniques for a more simple movement that slams your cock against her sensitive spot before grinding deeper. You gurgle helplessly as pleasure jolts through your body, your poor member burning with painful heat as your nerves are overloaded until they cannot take any more abuse, and you numbly soften. Karina looks more than a touch miffed by this, but shrugs at Yeji, "Well, that's that until we can get him up again I suppose, shall we, then?" she cocks her head, her delicate neck seductively exposed. But Yeji merely grunts, "Want me to get him hard then, it won't take long..." she wiggles her fingers emphatically. Karina snorts, "What, do you have a bottle of aphrodisiac shoved up your ass? Chaewon pulled that trick one time at a private party and I nearly died of mortification."

Yeji crouches behind Karina while she blithers, her hands cupping her best friend's capacious cleavage while she nuzzles at her neck, "Girls these days. You're lucky Jihyo brewed up that shit, if you can't even get a fan hard again, are you even an idol?" Karina rolls her eyes, "I can, I just don't want to, drugs make things so much easier, so less... undignified," Yeji growls in response, nibbling at her skin "If you keep acting like a pillow princess, I will make you eat my ass," and Karina sighs with pleasure as Yeji digs in, her teeth indenting the soft flesh of her neck, "Oh fine," Karina breathes, "I wanted to give him a little break but, who needs niceties, hmm?" Then she turns her face upwards and Yeji's lips meet hers as they descend into yet another intensive makeout session, except this time they were doing so right on top of you. Spit trickles down Karina's sharp chin while Yeji voraciously kneads her breasts, if the sight of two beautiful idols devouring one another was supposed to get you erect again quicker, it was certainly not a bad plan; but it was not the only one. Breaking off their embrace, Yeji jerks her fingers upwards towards you, "Stand up, fuck meat, let's see how long we can make you go..."

You lurch to your feet, and Yeji follows you up, slipping behind you to either steady you or remove any chance of escape, while Karina remains on her knees, and positions herself in front of your manhood. Yeji snakes her arms around you, toying with your nipples and caressing your chest, and Karina's delicate fingers cup your balls and press against your taint. She gracefully takes your flaccid meat in her mouth, cleaning off the congealed fluids of all three of you with her dainty tongue before sucking more forcefully upon it. You groan as Karina starts to work some life back into your cock with her oral skills, while Yeji teases you relentlessly, "So fucking passive," she sighs, "Karina is busy slurping on your dick, and you can't even hold her hair out of the way? Oh- don't do it now, she's already putting her hair up, how worthless are you? Even virgins have more energy than you do, you're lucky Karina is here, otherwise I would just rape you until your dick breaks for being such a terrible lover." Yeji laughs as you shiver in her grasp, "I'm gonna enjoy this, a lot," and you were too, judging by the way your cock was bulging in anticipation inside of Karina's warm mouth. Who smiles in satisfaction, before bringing her massive breasts to bear, squishing her pillows around your cock and telling you, "Thrust. Show me you know how to pleasure a woman," Karina quirks her eyebrow, "Well? Are you a man, or a dildo?"

Karina's soft cleavage devours your member while you frantically hump her chest, fucking her meshed tits as if they were a woman's pussy, causing her to sigh. She stares up at you with evident disappointment, "Well, this is truly pathetic, if your penis was inside of me I would be yawning," Karina grimaces as you up your pace, desperate to prove your worth, but you both know what the outcome will be. She rolls her eyes, "I see we're going to have to go back to the basics then, and releases her breasts, allowing them to flop back down onto her chest while your dick wobbles in the air before her. Karina turns around and leans over, arching her back so that her swollen pussy pushes out from between her thighs, "Now then, mount me, and don't even think about putting it into the wrong hole," she looks back at you, her pale cheeks gleaming in the overhead lights, "Well? You do know how to find my entrance, correct?" Yeji gives you a shove, and under Karina's irritated glare, you hurry forwards to shove your cock between her limber legs. Your tip presses into her delicate folds, before sliding up and into her warm insides, and you groan as your dick gets reacquainted with Karina's steamy confines.

With your manhood buried inside of Karina once more, your grasp her narrow waist, and start thrusting, taking the initiative out of fear of the lash of Karina's tongue. But after less than a minute, the idol puts her hand on your chest, "Oh, stop. Just. Stop," she looks at you stonily, "Let's try that again. Maintain a steady rhythm, aim your thrusts forward, I am positioning myself so all you have to do is push straight ahead and you will hit my g-spot, understood?" Your head bobs, your face flushed with embarrassment, and she nods in response, "Excellent, now continue," You start moving once more, doing your best to follow Karina's advice, but the addicting heat of her pussy leaves you unable to stop forcing yourself as deep and as hard as possible into her wet hole. Karina endures your slovenly technique until Yeji takes the hint, and she squats down by your side, one hand pressing into the small of your back, the other gripping your swaying sack, "You really do suck at this," Yeji notes blandly, before showing you how its done. Now your movements are to Karina's satisfaction, with Yeji fingers locked tightly around your balls, you have no choice but to give her exactly the sex she desires.

So you get used like a meat dildo, whether you like it or not, and Karina continues to idly lecture you while Yeji fucks her with your cock, "You demean yourself with your lack of ability, but now that Yeji is doing all the hard work for you, lets see how well you hold on, hmm?" She glances back at you, "Normally I would be encouraging my partner to be exploring my body with their hands, but I think it best you continue holding onto my waist for support, so just enjoy the show I suppose," Karina pats Yeji's shoulder, "Do let me know when he is about to finish so you can take your turn, Kiry dear, I would rather avoid having my insides dirtied with his worthless seed..." and Yeji giggles in acknowledgement. The rhythmic pace that Karina so insisted on was evidently pleasing to her, considering how wet she was becoming, your shaft was soon dripping with her fluids, and her breasts clapped together loudly from Yeji's efforts. But it was also rather stimulating for you as well, just because your dick was being used well did not mean it was any less able to handle being inside of an idol. You are unable to stifle your moans as Karina's tender folds threaten to finish you off, yet Yeji shows no sign of stopping your movement. Instead her fingers dig into your taint, pressing and pushing at your prostate while she grins evilly up at you, her intent clear.

Karina glances back at Yeji, "Um, why am I being creampied?" she asks archly, evidently noticing the sticky warmth currently being sprayed inside of her pussy. She completely ignores you, standing straighter, not even bothering to brush your hands off her toned waist where they held her tightly against your bucking crotch. Yeji beams, "Because you are, obviously," before blowing Karina a kiss, who sighs in exasperation, "Are you finished yet?" Karina inquires politely, even as you continue to grunt and thrust into her, "Fuck, that's a lot," she sighs under her breath, "You were messing with his prostate, weren't you?" she accuses Yeji, who stands and shrugs, her work finished, "It gets him hard again faster, and don't act like you don't love creampies, you're as bad as Jihyo sometimes!" Karina grumbles and pouts, but politely waits until the last drop of cum has leaked out of your dick before pulling away, your load dripping down her supple thighs. She bows demurely towards Yeji, gesturing grandly towards your shrinking meat, coated in your conjoined juices, "Your turn dear, I know you love them soft and worthless," Karina smirks "Could you please not leak cum all over me?" a voice interjects from your right, and all three of you glance over at the speaker in surprise.

Yujin reclines in a padded folding chair, its original owner currently busy slobbering all over the idol's pussy, with a glistening splotch of semen spreading down the side of her face and dripping down onto her modest chest. She sulks ostentatiously, until Yeji steps forwards, grabs her hair and then licks her face, lapping up the majority of the mess in one go. "Better?" Yeji asks, licking her lips, and Yujin nods, waving away her fellow idols apologies, "Don't worry about it, I was just a bit surprised when Karina shoved her butt in my face and squirted jizz at me. Force of habit," Yujin shrugs, "gotta act the princess you know," Karina turns fully around, joining the conversation, "Actually, what are you doing out here? Usually you and your girls don't join in the festivities, I'm surprised to see you," "Well we were doing our normal routine of sitting there looking prissy," Yujin explains "but then Wony noticed that all of Kiss of Life had stormed the media pit, so we wouldn't have to worry about the paparazzi snapping pics. And so I told the girls to go have fun," "What about the fancams?" Yeji cocks her head, pointing towards the ceiling, where a plethora of cameras were bolted, "You know they love getting fancams of us getting fucked..." Yujin laughs, "Well apparently, someone was fucking the technicians in the recording studio and squirted all over the equipment, and everything shorted out! So, we're clear to have fun for once," she licks her lips, "Feel free to continue, I wanna watch,"

Karina and Yeji nod amiably at Yujin, before Karina pauses and continues, "You said Wonyoung was around, but I haven't noticed her yet, usually she pulls in a fair amount of people," Yujin looks somewhat embarrassed, "Well... UAU, you know, Jiu, Sua, and Yoohyeon, were here, and I guess Gahyun tagged along to show her support so..." she bites her lip, "They're all busy having fun, Gahyun brought a friend again so that's occupying them all..." Yeji jumps a little and giggles, excitedly clapping her hands, "Tentacles! Dreamcatcher always has great fucking orgies!" she beams, and Yujin grimaces weakly, "Don't remind me, I think I'm good on tentacles for another few months, at least!" Karina looks in horror at her best friend, "Yeji! Tentacles too! Without me?" Yeji looks bashful for the first time that night, "It was by accident! Something was assaulting staff in the basements, so me and the girls went down there to deal with it and uh," she taps her lips, "we fucked it until it ran away..." Yujin stares at Yeji, appalled, "I had no idea reverse tentacle rape was a thing..." Yeji grunts, "Anyways!" She grabs Karina and kisses her full on the lips, "Where were we again?"

Back to using you for their own pleasure evidently, as Yeji pushes you out of the way so that she can lay down upon the collapsed folding chair, opening her legs and beckoning you closer. She spreads her pussy for you, her inner lips a flushed pink that starkly stands out from her tanned outer ones, smirking as she notes your interest, "Dinner time, fuck meat," she purrs, "your dick might be mediocre, but let's see how good your tongue is," Yeji indicates your meal more forcefully, "Come. Now," she orders, and you hurry to obey. She smirks impatiently at the sight of you on your knees, gazing in wonder at her sopping sex, her groin thick with milky cream. Grabbing you by the hair, she pulls your head into her crotch, "Eat it," Yeji demands, and you tentatively stick your tongue into her gooey folds, the tang of her honey making it tingle. Her labia was soft and spongy, clinging to your tongue as you run it up and down her slit, toying with her entrance and lapping at her clit. Yeji leans her head back, her modest breasts heaving as she breathes deeply, and you increase your efforts to pleasure her; but then she sighs and gives you a critical glance, "Average," she says, patting your cheek, "Do better, or I'll have to encourage you, got it?" Yeji looks up past you, "Mind getting him hard again, kitty?" and Karina grumbles from directly behind you, "For someone who loves doing things the natural way, you never do seem to end up doing it," she exhales, "This would be so much easier with a strapon... Soyeon dear!" Karina calls out, "Do you still have your strap on you?"

More than a little concerned by this, you look to where your other neighbor was currently on her back, her partner atop her and rutting as if his life depended on it. Soyeon glances over and replies, "No, Minnie has it, she was wearing her leotard outfit again, and you know how that usually ends up." Karina sighs, "Oh well, it was worth asking I suppose," then you hear her laugh, "You know Soyeon, for a 'Top Super Lady', you sure do end up on the bottom a lot..." Both her and Yeji chuckle at this, and Soyeon rolls her eyes at the pair, "It's not my fault I can actually train my partners to do all the work for me, unlike some idols," and the two grumble amiably at this, before Yeji realizes your distracted state and lightly slaps you to focus your attention on its proper place, "Did I say you could stop?" Yeji demands, "Up, up! Stop tonguing my pussy and focus on my clit!" Duly chastened, you start toying exclusively with her hooded bean, circling it with your tongue and pressing upwards upon, "Oh, there you go," Yeji sighs, "Not bad," and you eagerly continue.

Then Karina slaps your butt, causing you to start in surprise, "Ass up, please," she calls, "and open those legs- there you go," and then to Yeji, "I know you love watching me do this," to which Yeji laughs, and you feel her moisten against your chin. You twitch when Karina's hand grasps your member and pulls it backwards, and shudder when she runs her tongue up its ventral length before her mouth finds your balls. You groan into Yeji's pussy as the elegant and dignified Karina pops your greasy sack into her mouth and slobbers on it, her tongue roiling your orbs skillfully. You feel yourself begin to harden, but the idol is not done with you yet, letting your freshly cleaned balls spill out of her mouth, she laps her way up your taint, before spreading your cheeks and digging into your ass. You shudder as Karina expertly eats you out, one hand pumping your cock while the other soothingly massages your thigh, and all the while Yeji hungrily humps your face. By the time the two are finished with their foreplay, your mind is flush with hormones and your dick bulges eagerly. With a grunt Yeji hauls upwards atop her, "In me, now," she growls voraciously, and you hurry to comply.

Yeji's cunt welcomes you with a gush of buttery fluids as you shove yourself inside of it, its burning folds drooling all over your shaft as you push into it. After only a few thrust, your balls were as slathered with pussy juices as they had been before Karina had cleaned them off, and Yeji's legs were locked tightly around your waist. She grips your neck, squeezing to hold you in place while she slaps you, "Fuck me harder," she hisses between slaps, "fuck me like you hate me, show me just how fucking worthless you really are!" and with a groan you do just that, thrusting wildly between her thighs, pounding away at her pussy as hard as you can until it feels as if you were fucking the idol into the floor. Yeji snarls with pleasure, her dragon eyes narrowed with lust, her cunt broiling your cock while you use it like a disposable fleshlight, doing your utmost to bruise her guts. Her fluids splatter all over both of you with each meaty slap of your body against hers, her pussy showing its approval in the most honest way possible. Then Karina shoves herself between you, parking herself atop Yeji's face and giving her something new to abuse with her tongue, "Your turn to eat up, Kiry dear," she purrs, before turning her attention to you, "Taste yourself," and kisses you passionately, her tongue squirming inside of your mouth, distracting you enough to stop moving, until Karina slaps you in admonishment, "Did I say you should stop fucking her?" she asks incredulously, "You never fail to disappoint..."

With Yeji's attentions now mostly focused upon eating out Karina's pussy, as well as her ass, judging by the idol's undignified groans, you hoist Yeji's lower half up onto your lap so you can continue to plow her. Grasping her hips for leverage, you ravage her cunt, her toned tummy bulging noticeably whenever your balls smack against her taint. Karina shoots you a rare encouraging glance, rubbing at the spot where your cock presses up out of Yeji, her weighty cleavage wobbling as Yeji makes her quiver. You find you cannot tear your gaze away from Karina's quaking mounds, and before you can stop yourself you have taken both of her tits in either hand. Karina looks at you in surprise, "Now you show some initiative? Well better late than never I suppose..." Her expression remains neutral while you maul her massive breasts, each so large they were practically spilling out of your hands, chiding you occasionally to keep thrusting and not get too distracted by playing with her chest, "You know," Karina says absently, "You can be as rough as you'd like with Yeji, work out some of that, ah, frustration on her?" You stare blankly at the idol in confusion, and she rolls her eyes, "It is embarrassing I even let an imbecile like you inside of me, let alone spill your seed in me," she sighs and waves her hand, "No matter, if Yeji isn't satisfied, she'll just take it out on you, feel free to finish whenever, I suppose,"

Speaking of your stamina, you were honestly shocked you hadn't creampied Yeji yet, especially considering the way you were jackhammering her addicting pussy; it must be due to the fact that you were on your third round. Just as that thought crosses your mind, you pull back too far and your cock springs out of her pussy, flinging Yeji's cunt honey all over the place and leaving a slick of cream down her taint. When you go to press yourself back into her cunt though, you pause as a thought crosses your mind, and you move a little lower and... Yeji's entire body jolts as you force you dick into her ass, her pussy gaping and gushing jealously while your manhood defiles her other hole. Karina nods with approval, her delicate hand gripping your chin, "Now why could you not have been such a fast learner with me, hmm?" She casually slaps you, less for punishment and more in admonishment, before her off-hand glides down to Yeji's unoccupied hole. Karina shoves two fingers inside of Yeji's cunt, before pulling upwards, all while her thumb stirred Yeji's clit with easy familiarity. Now, Yeji's pussy was truly creating a mess, slopping fluids down onto your thrusting cock and creating a puddle beneath your joined bodies.

Compared to the swampy folds of Yeji's cunt, her asshole was practically a desert; still blisteringly warm, yet far drier, causing her tight coils to drag pleasurably against your length. Her walls clamp down around you like a vice, crushing your cock and making your balls throb as you struggle to not unload immediately. You realize now that Yeji had been relaxing her pussy the entire time, allowing you to slam yourself into her without undue stimulation, maximizing the amount of time you could spend fucking her. But now that you were in the cramped confines of her ass, you were gasping as your orbs throb insistently, eager to mindlessly fill the warm hole you were inside and be done with it. Karina laughs when you stop fondling her to grasp Yeji's waist, hauling you close so that she might kiss you once more, her tongue skillfully writhing and giving you enough stimulation to send you over the edge. You groan into Karina's mouth while you thrust forcefully into Yeji's guts, each movement heralding a deluge of semen that spews into her innards, her coils milking you dry with agonizing pleasure. When you are finished shuddering, Karina breaks off the kiss and shoves you backwards with a smug smirk, unmounting Yeji's face and allowing her to sputter up in outrage, "You bitch! You just had to make him use my ass!" And Karina laughs in delight, blowing her friend kisses.

But before Yeji can vent her lustful vengeance upon Karina, she still has some cleanup to do, and soon enough she is slobbering on your cock. Yeji's head bobs aggressively atop your cock, her hands plying your balls and taint, pressing insistently while you writhe in her grasp, your manhood once more stuck in one of her holes. You realize that it was probably a good thing that Karina had been the one to previously nurse your erection back to life, as Yeji's voracious oral skills are soon taking your over-stimulated cock far past the goal of firmness. You grasp the idol's head for support as you climax once more, your not even fully hard cock spurting thin ropes of watery cum down her throat while you nearly double over as pleasure wracks your body once more. Yeji allows you to collapse backwards with a wicked smile, before turning and kissing Karina full on the lips, the pairs' hands hungrily roaming each others' bodies. When they are satiated, they turn to you, arms around one another's waists, glaring down at you as if you were an unfinished meal. They descend upon you, Karina's breasts dragging along your leg as they lean over your crotch, while Yeji's hard nipples brush along the other,

"Try not to make him finish again, this time," Karina sighs, her hand cupping your sagging balls, "We could have fucked that load out of him instead," Yeji shrugs, "It's not my fault he was so fast, and it's not like we'll have any trouble getting him up again," she licks her lips, staring hungrily at your exhausted form, "I told you we could keep you up," Yeji giggles to you, taking your meat once more in her mouth and sucking vigorously upon it. Karina smiles loving as she watches her best friend slurping on your abused manhood, before turning her attention to you and turning about, "Let's see how much you learned, hmm?" you hear Karina laugh as her ass descends upon your face, "I do so love playing with toys with you Kiry dear, but after this, want to stop by my place, I have some cleanup of my own to do..." You hear Yeji laugh as your sight is obscured by Karina's cheeks, and the taste of her pussy fills your mouth, "Sounds like an oasis for this kitty..." Yeji purrs, before resuming sucking your soul out so that she might wring what few drops of pleasure remain in you...

...Sirens blare as you sprawl exhaustedly in a folding chair, one far less comfortable than the last, while a paramedic idly consults his diagnostics tablet, "You say you climaxed nine times?" he asks, somewhat incredulously, poking at the massive bag of ice smothering your crotch, "Well, your hips are bruised to the point of near fracture, your testicles are swollen twice their usual size, and your penis looks like its been in an industrial press," the paramedic nods thoughtfully, tapping and signing his device, "All fairly standard then, I would advise waiting one month before attending your next awards show, son," he says, before slapping your shoulder and moving onto the next victim, some more poor girl with a distended belly who was shitting out a deluge of semen into a plastic bucket. It takes some time, but you manage to stagger to your feet and join the general horde of overused people shambling away from the awards theatre. As you do, you spot a limo puttering by, windows down so the idols inside might wave goodbye to their adoring fans; or at least, that's what the vehicle usually reveals. Instead you catch sight of Karina half out the wide window, her breasts flopping wildly as Yeji digs into her friend's pussy voraciously from behind, moaning loudly for all to see as the pair's limo passes by.

You take a second—no, third look at her, drinking in her appearance. She looks exactly like how her dating profile looks: pink hair in the main photo, smiling softly with those alluring cat eyes. Sunglasses perched on top of her head like a accessory, you dare say, she looks maybe even better in person.

Her bio was short and flirty: “Looking for someone who knows how to treat a girl right”. After too many painfully boring or overly “normal” matches that went nowhere, you thought of changing the pace. Why not try something different? Something playful. Something mysterious. But now you're wondering if you should have just stayed home. Playful and mysterious my ass.

“Any drink for you?” you ask, raising your hand to call for the waitress.

“Oh, absolutely,” she smiles, batting her eyelids at you, before setting her designer bag to the chair on her side.

The waitress appears almost immediately. Yeji picks up the menu and flips through it, eyes lingering deliberately on the higher-priced items. As expected. She orders the wagyu steak, a bottle of noticeably expensive red wine, and a side of truffle fries.

So much for asking her for her beverage of choice. She doesn’t even ask what you’re having. She just smiles at the waitress and adds, “Oh, and the chocolate lava cake for dessert, please.”

You raise an eyebrow internally but say nothing, before ordering the same as hers (minus the dessert).

The small talk starts easily enough. You compliment her outfit, saying how her white off-shoulder sweater pairs well with her pink hair. She asks about your job, compliments your restaurant choice, laughs at your dry jokes (you’re lame, no helping that) a beat too perfectly. Every laugh is accompanied by a slight lean forward, letting the sweater slip just a little more, revealing the smooth line of her collarbone and the hint of tempting cleavage underneath.

But you notice the patterns quickly.

Whenever the conversation dulls down, her eyes drift to your wristwatch again. When you mention a recent trip, she lights up and says, “Wow, that sounds amazing. I’ve always wanted to go somewhere like that with a person as nice as you…”

When you ask her about her hobbies she talks about how she loves shopping and going for rides in racing cars — both of which probably costing more per hour than most people's monthly salary.

And that's not all.

She eats slowly, savoring every bite, making soft appreciative sounds that border on sensual. “This steak is so good. You have great taste in places.” Another glance at the wine bottle. Another smile at your watch.

By the time the main course is finished, you're borderline irritated. She’s beautiful, and there's no denying that. The way her lips wrap around the fork. The way her tongue licks the creamy soup off the spoon. The occasional brush of her foot against your leg under the table which might have been “accidental” but probably isn't.

Everything about her screams money-grubber. She’s here for a free meal. Maybe she'll drag you out to buy more of her designer goods she bragged about bought with her “own” money.

You’ve seen this type on dating apps before. Girls who treat every date like an audition for a sugar daddy. Flirty enough to keep you hooked, expensive enough to test how deep your pockets are. It fucking pisses you off. You’re not even desperate for a relationship. You don’t mind treating someone on a first date, but the blatant seduction and fake innocence behind her every smile everytime? It makes your jaw tighten and your fist clench.

Still, when she excuses herself to the restroom and returns with her makeup freshly applied and that same teasing smile, you feel your body react against your prided “better judgment” and all your past failed experiences.

She really is hot as fuck.

The kind of hot that makes rational thought short-circuit.

Dessert arrives. She digs into the chocolate lava cake with a savouring hum, scooping a spoonful of thick molten chocolate and holding it out toward you playfully. “Want some? It’s amazingly sweet like you.”

You decline. She shrugs and continues eating, occasionally glancing at you (and your watch) with those sharp, pretty eyes.

When the bill comes, she doesn’t even pretend to reach for her purse. She just leans back, sipping the last of her wine, watching you with a small, expectant smile as you pull out your card.

“Thanks for dinner,” she says sweetly once you’ve paid. “It was really nice. You’re generous.”

The word “generous” lands like a hook to your chin.

“Yeah. Well… it was something.” You say, standing up and grabbing your jacket.

Outside, the night air is cool. “I guess I won't be seeing you again?” Yeji cocks her head at you, already expecting your acceptance of her shamelessness.

But the next thing you know, you're in an expensive hotel room with her mouth wrapped around your cock.

“Mmm… such a generous cock,” she murmurs after pulling off with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her swollen lips to your glistening shaft. She strokes you slowly with her soft hand, thumb circling the sensitive underside. “All that money you spent on my wagyu steak and expensive wine… and now I get to enjoy this thick reward. How thoughtful of you.”

Yeji’s white sweater and skirt is already lying in a crumpled heap on the floor, but she's not naked. You would never have known if you just sent her home, but beneath it, she's wearing a revealing black leather and mesh outfit with little glimmering gemstones scattered all over her chest. Her soft pink hair sways rhythmically as she takes you back in, all while kneeling between your spread legs on the thin carpet.

“Your cock tastes so fucking good,” she muffles, her glossy lips stretched wide around your thick, throbbing cock. The wet, velvety heat of her mouth engulfs you completely as she swallows your meat, all while her tongue swirls around the swollen head whenever she comes up for a breather.

“Fuck Yeji, your mouth—” you grunt.

“Mmmph~” she moans, sliding down inch by inch, taking more of you with every bob of her head. You're still irritated as fuck, but her mouth, the sloppiness, the obscene, wet slurping sounds that echoes in the small room. It's all driving you insane.

Saliva drips from the corners of her mouth as she gags on your cock, running down your shaft and dripping onto the sparkling gemstones of her top. You groan deeply, one hand tangling in her silky pink strands, guiding her movements. Pulling her off your cock for a moment, you tilt her head up and stare into those sexy cat-like eyes.

“I paid for your dinner, so pay me with your body,” you growl.

Yeji smirks and stuffs you back into her throat, humming around your length, the vibration sending sparks of pleasure straight to your balls. She pulls back until only the tip remains between her lips, then plunges down again, relaxing her throat to take you deeper, harder and faster. Her eyes flick up to meet yours, filled with wicked amusement and raw hunger.

“Pay you?” she purrs, pulling off to lick her lips. “You bought me wagyu. Now you're the one who’s feeding me more meat.” Before you can respond, she dives back down, sucking you with renewed fervor. Her head moves faster now, thrusting onto you with long, sloppy strokes that have her gagging softly when your tip hits the back of her throat. She works you expertly, one hand pumping the base in time with her mouth while the other gently rolls and massages your balls.

“Fuck… Yeji…” you hiss, hips bucking involuntarily into her warm mouth as the irritation slightly dissipates for a moment.

“You were so irritated during dinner, watching me order whatever I wanted. But look at you now, letting a money-loving slut suck your cock in a expensive hotel. Does it turn you on knowing I only came for the free meal… and this?”

Her words sting, but they also fuel the fire.

“I hate it. I fucking hate money grubbers like you.” You grip her pink hair tighter and push her head down, fucking her mouth with shallow thrusts. “But you know what? I also love fucking money grubbers like you who spread you legs wide for fat cocks like mine.”

Yeji moans encouragingly around you, taking in your words like how she's taking in your cock, throat relaxing to let you use her. The wet, gagging sounds grow louder as you thrust deeper, her tongue still working frantically against the underside of your shaft.

She alternates between deep-throating you until her nose presses against your pelvis and pulling back to bestow attention on the head — licking, sucking, and flicking her tongue over the slit to taste every drop of pre-cum leaking out. Saliva is already coated all over her chin and black top, making the gemstones sparkle even brighter under the dim light of the hotel room.

“Fucking slut, gobbling my meat like a greedy bitch,” you moan and thrust into her face, as her lips, tongue and throat works in perfect harmony, all in an effort to drive you insane. After several long minutes of her willing abusement of her face onto you, you finally pull her off. A thick string of saliva stretches between her mouth and your cock before snapping. Her lips are swollen and shiny, mascara slightly smudged, but her eyes are heavy with lust.

You pull her up by the shoulders and shove her onto the bed. Yeji lands on her back with a breathless laugh, immediately propping herself up on both elbows, back arched so her saliva coated gemstone chest juts forward enticingly. The zipper above her pussy is already pulled open, exposing her glistening pussy and puffy lower lips, all for your taking. She spreads her legs wide, inviting you in.

“Feed my other greedy lips more of your thick, fat meat~”

You don’t waste a second. You climb onto the bed between her legs and grip her leather-covered hips, slamming into her in one hard, deep thrust, burying yourself to the hilt in her tight, dripping heat.

Yeji’s head falls back, a sharp, needy moan tearing from her throat. “Ahh—fuck yes! That’s it… stretch me with that generous cock.”

You immediately start pounding into her with raw force, thrusting hard and fast until moans spill out of her mouth. The bed creaks loudly beneath you as your hips snap forward again and again, the wet slap of skin against skin filling the room. Each powerful thrust drives your cock deep into her pussy, her greedy walls clenching tightly around you. Her breasts bounce with every impact inside the strappy top, the gemstones sparkling wildly in the dim light.

“God, you feel so fucking good,” she gasps, keeping herself propped up on both hands so she can watch your thick cock disappear into her over and over. “So big… ruining my tight little pussy after buying me that fancy dinner. I love it.”

You grip her hips harder, angling your thrusts to hit that sensitive spot inside her with every stroke. The anger from the restaurant — her calculated glances at your watch, the expensive orders, the way she keeps calling you “generous” — fuels every brutal pound into her wet snatch.

“You’re such a greedy slut,” you growl, slamming into her harder. “Ordering the most expensive shit on the menu like it was nothing.”

Yeji moans loudly, her pussy fluttering around your cock. “Mhmm, I am… I loved every bite of that wagyu while you watched me. And now I’m getting fucked so good for it. Your money makes me wet… your watch makes me cream… but this cock? It makes me soaked.”

She rolls her hips up to meet your thrusts, gasping as you plunge into her over and over again. “Fuck me harder. Use the pussy you paid so generously for tonight.”

You lose yourself in the rhythm, pounding into her relentlessly. The sound of her wet pussy taking every inch, her breathy moans, and the constant filthy taunts push you closer to the edge.

You reach down and pinch one of her nipples through the sheer panel of her top, making her cry out in pleasure.

She keeps talking between moans, voice breaking with every deep thrust. “I love kind men like you… paying for my steak, my wine, my dessert… and then giving me this thick cock as a bonus. I could do this every night, free dinner and a good hard fucking from a lonely guy with deep pockets.”

The pressure builds fast and intense. Your balls tighten as you feel your orgasm approaching.

“You're so fucking greedy,” you grunt, pounding into her as if she committed a grave crime against you.

“Greedy? I just love your fat cock. I love fucking fat cocks from men with fat fucking wallets. Fuck, harder—more please—split me apart—”

“Fuck I'm gonna cum,” you moan, her walls rippling around your cock, warm walls jabbing every inch of your nerves.

“Cum in me please, fuck fill me to the brim—”

You pull out suddenly, standing above her between her spread legs and stroking your slick, veiny cock furiously.

“I’m not cumming inside a slut like you,” you snarl.

Yeji sits up slightly on one hand, the other frantically rubbing her swollen clit as she watches you with dark, pleading eyes.

“Please,” she begs desperately. “Cum for me. I want your hot load so bad. Paint my pretty face, my tits, everything. Cover your money-grubbing slut in cum while you hate how much you want me. Please… I earned it after that expensive dinner, didn’t I?”

She shatters right as she finishes the sentence, convulsing hard as warm juices spill out of her cunt.

“You're a fucking river—fuck, I’m—”

Her filthy begging, the sight of her spread out in lust and the way her pussy clenches visibly from being so thoroughly fucked — it all shatters your control.

You groan loudly as the first powerful rope of cum erupts across her face, splattering her cheek, her swollen lips, and dripping down her chin. She opens her mouth wide, sticking out her tongue, catching as much as she can with a satisfied moan. You keep stroking, painting thick white stripes over her beautiful features, across her pink hair, down her neck, and onto the sparkling gemstones of her top until thick drops are sliding down her chest.

Wave after wave leaves you until you’re completely drained, breathing hard.

Yeji looks utterly wrecked and satisfied, her face and chest glistening with your release, chest heaving. She licks her lips slowly, savoring the taste, and looks up at you with that same taunting, post-orgasm smirk.

After catching your breath, you tuck yourself back into your pants, heart still pounding. Then, almost against your supposed better judgment again, you mutter:

“Give me your contact. Number. Address. Whatever.”

Yeji lets out a soft, teasing laugh. She wipes a thick streak of cum from her cheek with two fingers and sucks them clean while holding your gaze. Reaching for her phone on the nightstand, she unlocks it, and holds it out to you with that wicked little smile.

“You hate money-loving sluts, remember?” she teases huskily. “Why would you want my number?”

You stare at her, exhaling slowly.