The bass thrummed through the floorboards of the club, a physical vibration that resonated in Yeji’s chest, syncing with the frantic beat of her heart. The air was thick with the scent of spilled vodka, expensive cologne, and the musk of too many bodies pressed together in the humid darkness. Neon lights strobed in erratic patterns, painting the writhing crowd in flashes of electric blue and hot pink. Yeji was lost in it, a willing participant in the chaos, her body moving to the rhythm, her inhibitions dissolving with every sip of the sweet, lethal cocktail in her hand.
She was celebrating. A minor milestone at work, a personal victory, but mostly, it was an excuse to let go. To forget the careful control she maintained in her daily life, the polite smiles, the professional demeanor. Here, she was just Yeji, a woman in a short black dress that hugged her curves, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders, her eyes bright with a reckless spark.
And beside her, always beside her, was him. Her best friend. The boy she’d known since they were kids, the one who’d held her hand when she scraped her knee, who’d listened to her teenage heartbreaks, who was now a man with broad shoulders and a quiet intensity that drew her in like a moth to a flame. Tonight, he was different. He’d been watching her all night, his dark eyes tracking her every move, his hand resting on the small of her back with a possessiveness that was new, thrilling.
They were dancing, their bodies moving in sync, the space between them charged with an electricity that had been building for years, a slow burn that had finally reached its flashpoint. His hands were on her hips, guiding her, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. She could feel the hard planes of his chest against her back, the heat of his body searing through the thin fabric of her dress.
“You’re killing me in that dress,” he murmured, his breath hot against her ear, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down her spine.
She turned in his arms, facing him now, her hands sliding up to rest on his shoulders. “Good,” she whispered, a playful smirk on her lips. “That’s the point.”
His eyes darkened, his gaze dropping to her lips, then back up to her eyes. The noise of the club faded into a distant hum, the crowd melting away until it was just the two of them, caught in a bubble of their own making. He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a kiss that was soft at first, tentative, testing the waters. But then she responded, her mouth opening to his, and the kiss deepened, becoming hungry, desperate.
He tasted of whiskey and something uniquely him, a flavor she had known for years but was only now allowing herself to truly savor. His hands moved from her hips to her waist, then up her back, pressing her flush against him. She could feel his arousal, hard and insistent against her stomach, and a fresh wave of heat pooled low in her belly.
When they broke apart, both were breathless. The music had changed, a slower, more sensual beat taking over. He didn’t let her go, instead pulling her closer, his arms wrapping around her waist as they swayed to the rhythm. His lips found her neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin just below her ear, and she gasped, her head falling back against his shoulder.
“We should go,” he said, his voice rough. “Now.”
She nodded, unable to speak, her body screaming for more. They pushed through the crowd, his hand never leaving hers, a lifeline in the chaos. The cool night air hit them as they stepped outside, a stark contrast to the heat of the club. A taxi was waiting, and they slid into the backseat, their bodies still pressed together.
The ride to her apartment was a blur of whispered words and wandering hands. He kissed her again in the taxi, his hand sliding up her thigh, his fingers tracing the edge of her dress. She moaned into his mouth, her own hand moving to cup him through his jeans, feeling the hard length of him.
By the time they stumbled into her apartment, they were both desperate. The door clicked shut behind them, sealing them in their own world. He pushed her against the wall, his body pinning her there as he kissed her with a ferocity that left her dizzy. His hands were everywhere, unzipping her dress, pushing it off her shoulders, letting it pool at her feet. She stood before him in just her lace panties and heels, her breasts heaving with each breath.
He stepped back for a moment, his eyes drinking in the sight of her. “God, Yeji,” he breathed. “You’re perfect.”
She reached for him, pulling him back to her, her fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. He helped her, tearing it off over his head, then working on his jeans. They fell to the floor in a heap, and he stood before her, gloriously naked, his cock hard and thick, a drop of pre-cum glistening at the tip.
She dropped to her knees without thinking, her mouth watering at the sight. She took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head, tasting the salty essence of his arousal. He groaned, his hands tangling in her hair, guiding her movements. She took him deeper, her throat relaxing to accept him, her cheeks hollowing with each suck.
“Fuck, Yeji,” he gasped, his hips bucking gently. “Your mouth… it’s incredible.”
She pulled back, letting him slip from her lips with a wet pop, then stood up, leading him to the bedroom. She lay back on the bed, spreading her legs for him, her panties still on. He crawled over her, his body covering hers, his weight a comforting pressure. He kissed her again, his hand sliding down her stomach to the waistband of her panties. He hooked his fingers in them and pulled them down slowly, his eyes never leaving hers.
When she was completely bare, he kissed his way down her body, his lips tracing a path from her neck to her breasts, taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking gently, then harder, until she was writhing beneath him. He moved lower, his breath hot against her skin, until he was between her legs.
He parted her folds with his fingers, his tongue finding her clit with unerring accuracy. He licked her slowly at first, then with more urgency, his fingers sliding inside her to curl against her G-spot. She cried out, her hands gripping the sheets, her hips lifting off the bed to meet his mouth. The pleasure built quickly, a tight coil in her belly, and she came with a scream, her juices flooding his mouth.
He drank her down, then rose up, his lips glistening with her essence. He kissed her, letting her taste herself, then positioned himself between her legs. His tip pressed against her entrance, and he looked into her eyes, a silent question.
“Please,” she begged, her voice hoarse. “I need you inside me. Now.”
He pushed forward, entering her in one smooth, deep thrust. She gasped, her back arching as he filled her completely, his length stretching her walls, his balls slapping against her. He was big, and she was tight, the sensation overwhelming.
He began to move, his thrusts slow and deep at first, then building in speed and intensity. Each stroke hit deep, his tip grazing her cervix, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. She met his thrusts with her own, her hips rolling back to meet him, their bodies slapping together in a wet, rhythmic beat.
“Fuck, Yeji,” he groaned, his hands gripping her hips. “You feel so good. So tight.”
She moaned, her head falling back, her hair spreading across the pillow. The pleasure was building again, a wave that threatened to consume her. He reached around her, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in tight circles as he thrust into her.
“Come for me,” he growled, his voice low and commanding. “Come on my cock.”
His words pushed her over the edge. Her pussy clenched around him, her walls milking his length as she came again, her juices flooding his cock. He didn't stop; he kept thrusting, his pace becoming more frantic, more desperate.
He pulled out suddenly, spinning her around to face away from him. He lifted her onto her hands and knees, entering her from behind. This angle allowed him to go even deeper, his tip pressing against her womb, her cervix opening slightly to accept him. She could feel him everywhere, filling her completely.
He fucked her hard and fast, his thrusts powerful and deep, each one driving into her with a force that made the bed creak. The headboard slammed against the wall, a steady, pounding rhythm that echoed through the room. Sweat dripped from his brow, his muscles straining as he fucked her with a raw, animalistic intensity.
She could feel the tension building in his body, the telltale signs of his impending release. She pushed back against him, her hips meeting his thrusts with equal fervor.
“Give it to me,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “Fill me up. I want to feel you come inside me.”
He let out a guttural roar, his body tensing as he buried himself to the hilt inside her. She felt the first hot spurt of his seed, a thick, warm liquid flooding her channel, coating her walls, filling her womb. He came in long, powerful spurts, each one accompanied by a groan of pure pleasure. He continued to thrust shallowly, milking every last drop from his cock, ensuring his seed was deposited as deep as possible.
The sensation of his hot seed filling her, the knowledge that he was filling her with his essence, sent her into a third orgasm, her body trembling beneath him. She cried out, her pussy clenching around him, pulling his seed deeper, her cervix sealing around the head of his cock to keep it inside.
He collapsed on top of her, his weight a comforting presence, his breath ragged against her neck. They lay there for a long moment, their bodies still joined, his seed slowly leaking from her onto the sheets.
When he finally pulled out, a trail of thick, white fluid followed, dripping down her inner thigh. He rolled onto his back, pulling her with him so she was draped across his chest. She could feel his heart pounding against her ear, a steady, reassuring beat.
“That was…” she breathed, her voice still shaky. “Incredible.”
"Fuck," he murmured, his voice rough, breaking the silence. "That was... I don't even have words."
She lifted her head, her hair a wild tangle around her face, and smiled lazily. "Good. I don't think I could handle words right now anyway."
He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated through her body. He shifted, pulling her closer, his hand sliding down her back to cup her ass. "You okay? I wasn't too rough?"
She shook her head, nuzzling into his neck. "No. It was perfect. I needed that. I needed you."
They lay in comfortable silence for a long time, the only sounds being their breathing and the distant hum of the city outside. Eventually, he got up, disappearing into the bathroom. She heard the water running, and he returned with a warm, damp washcloth. He cleaned her gently, his touch tender and caring, wiping away the evidence of their night, his seed slowly leaking from her onto the sheets.
He climbed back into bed, pulling her into his arms. She nestled against him, his arms wrapped around her protectively. As she drifted off to sleep, she could still feel the phantom sensation of his cock inside her, the memory of his seed filling her womb.
*** Yeji’s POV
The morning after their night of passion, the sun filtered through the blinds, casting stripes across the rumpled sheets and the tangled limbs of the two figures entwined in the bed. Yeji woke first, her body deliciously sore, the memory of the night before flooding back in vivid detail. She felt the sticky wetness between her thighs, the lingering heat of his seed inside her, and a sudden, sharp spike of panic.
She slipped out of bed, careful not to wake him, and padded into the bathroom. She stood before the mirror, her reflection staring back at her, her hair a wild mess, her lips swollen from his kisses, her neck marked with the faint red marks of his stubble. She looked like a woman who had been thoroughly claimed, and indeed she had.
She opened the medicine cabinet, her eyes scanning the shelves until they landed on a small, unassuming box of birth control pills. She had been on them for years, a reliable safeguard against the very situation she now found herself in. She reached for the box, her fingers brushing against the cardboard, her mind racing.
She could take one now, the morning-after pill, a high dose of hormones that would prevent pregnancy. It was the responsible thing to do, the logical choice. She had a career to think of, a life that was already mapped out, a future that didn't include a baby right now. She could take the pill, erase what happened the night before, and pretend it never happened.
But as she stood there, the box in her hand, she hesitated. She thought of the way he had looked at her, the raw, unfiltered emotion in his eyes as he moved inside her. She thought of the way her body had responded to him, the way she had felt so complete, so right in his arms. She thought of the way her cervix had clenched around him, pulling his seed deep into her womb, as if her body knew something her mind didn't.
She thought of the life they could create together, a life built on years of friendship and love, a life that would be messy and complicated but ultimately beautiful. She thought of the baby, the tiny, fragile life that could be growing inside her right now, a product of their passion, their connection, their love.
With a steeled resolve, she decided to set the box of pills back on the shelf, her hands trembling. She closed the medicine cabinet, then looked in the mirror, reflecting her determined expression. She didn't take the pill. She chose not to. And in that choice, she had knowingly sealed her fate. She walked back into the bedroom, climbed back into bed, and curled up against him, her head resting on his chest. She could feel his heartbeat, steady and strong, and she knew, deep down, that this is where she was meant to be.
***
Six weeks later, the memory of that night had faded into a hazy, pleasant dream. Yeji had thrown herself back into her work, her schedule packed with fittings, meetings, and shoots. She was busy, successful, and trying her best to forget the strange, lingering connection with her best friend. They had agreed it was a one-time thing, a mistake born of too much alcohol and too many years of unspoken tension. They were back to being just friends, though the air between them was still charged with something unspoken.
But her body was telling a different story.
It started subtly. A wave of nausea that hit her in the middle of a meeting, forcing her to excuse herself to the bathroom. A fatigue so profound she felt like she was moving through molasses, even after a full night's sleep. Her breasts were tender and swollen, the lace of her bras suddenly feeling like sandpaper against her skin. And then, the most damning symptom of all: her period was late.
She had tried to ignore it, telling herself it was stress, that her body was just out of whack from the intense schedule. But the symptoms persisted, a nagging, insistent whisper in the back of her mind. Finally, on a rainy Tuesday evening, she found herself standing in the pharmacy aisle, her heart pounding as she picked up a pregnancy test. She paid for it quickly, her head down, avoiding the cashier's eyes, and hurried back to her apartment.
The bathroom was small and sterile, the fluorescent light buzzing overhead. She sat on the edge of the tub, the plastic test clutched in her hand, her knuckles white. She had followed the instructions carefully, her hands shaking as she set the timer on her phone. Three minutes. The longest three minutes of her life.
She stared at the test, her mind racing. If it was negative, she could breathe a sigh of relief, chalk it up to stress, and move on. If it was positive... her life would change forever. She thought of that night, the way he had come inside her, unprotected, multiple times. She remembered the feel of his hot seed flooding her channel, coating her walls, filling her womb. She remembered the way her body had seemed to welcome it, pulling it deeper, as if begging for it.
The timer on her phone beeped, a shrill, jarring sound that made her jump. She took a deep breath, her eyes squeezing shut, and then looked down.
Two pink lines. Stark, undeniable, life-changing.
She stared at the test, her mind going blank. The world seemed to tilt on its axis, the bathroom walls closing in. She felt a wave of dizziness, her stomach churning, but this time, it wasn't morning sickness. It was a sign that life has begun to take root in her womb.
She sank to the floor, her back against the tub, the test clutched in her hand. Tears of happiness streamed down her face, hot and silent. She was pregnant. She was pregnant with her best friend's baby. The man she had grown up with, the one who had held her through every heartbreak, the one who had just two weeks ago held her in his arms and promised to be there for her no matter what.
She didn't know how long she sat there, the test in her hand, her mind reeling. Eventually, she got up, her legs trembling, and walked back into the bedroom. She sat on the edge of the bed, the test still in her hand, and waited for him to come back home.
She didn't have to wait long. The front door opened, and he walked in, his keys jingling as he dropped them on the counter. He was in his work clothes, his hair damp from the rain, a worn but content look on his face. As he began to take off his wet jacket, he saw Yeji sitting on the bed, her posture rigid, and his expression shifted instantly.
"Yeji?" he asked, his voice laced with concern. "What's wrong? You look pale."
She didn't speak. She just held out the test, her hand shaking.
He crossed the room in two strides, taking the test from her hand. He stared at it, his eyes widening, his jaw tightening. He looked from the test to her face, then back to the test. The silence stretched between them, thick and heavy.
"Is it...?" he began, his voice rough.
She nodded, tears streaming down her face. "It's yours. That night... it was only you."
He set the test on the nightstand, his movements slow and deliberate. Then, he turned back to her, his hands coming up to cradle her face, his thumbs wiping away her tears. "Okay," he said simply, his voice steady. "Okay."
He gave a small, wry smile. "Freaked out? Yeah, a little. But angry? No. Why would I be angry at you? This... this is us. We'll figure it out together."
The relief that washed over her was so intense it made her dizzy. She leaned into his touch, her forehead resting against his. "I was so scared," she whispered. "I didn't know how you'd react."
"I'm not going anywhere," he said, his voice firm. "We're in this together. You, me, and this little one." His hand drifted down to rest gently on her stomach, still flat, but holding the promise of their future.
She covered his hand with hers, their fingers intertwining. "What do we do now?"
He thought for a moment, his eyes thoughtful. "First, we get you to a doctor. Confirm everything; make sure you're healthy. Then... we talk about what comes next. Where we live, how we tell people... all of it. But we do it together."
She nodded, a fresh wave of tears threatening to fall, but this time, they were tears of relief, of hope. "Together," she repeated, the word tasting like a promise.
He leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, a soft, tender kiss that was nothing like the frantic, passionate one from that night. This was different—softer, deeper, filled with a new kind of love that was just beginning to bloom. When he pulled back, his eyes were shining with an emotion she couldn't quite name.
"I love you, Yeji," he said, his voice thick. "I've always loved you, in one way or another. This... this just makes it real."
She smiled through her tears, her heart swelling with a joy that was almost painful. "I love you too," she whispered. "I always have."
He kissed her again, this time with more urgency, his hands sliding down her back to pull her closer. The rain continued to fall outside, a steady, comforting rhythm, but inside the room, a different kind of storm was brewing—one of passion, of commitment, of a love that was about to be tested in ways they couldn't yet imagine.
He broke the kiss, his forehead resting against hers. "We should get some sleep," he murmured. "Big day tomorrow. Doctor's appointment, then maybe we can start planning."
She nodded, her body relaxing against his. "Okay."
He stood up, shedding his work clothes until he was down to his boxers, then climbed into bed beside her. He pulled the covers up over them both, his arms wrapping around her protectively. She nestled against his chest, her ear listening to the steady beat of his heart, a sound that had always been a comfort to her but now felt like an anchor in the midst of the storm.
As she closed her eyes, she felt his hand drift down to rest on her stomach again, his fingers splayed wide as if to protect the tiny life growing within. In that moment, with the rain pattering against the window and the warmth of his body surrounding her, she knew that no matter what lay ahead, they would face it together. Their friendship had evolved into something deeper, something stronger, and this unexpected pregnancy was the catalyst that had brought it all to light.
She drifted off to sleep with a smile on her face, her dreams filled with visions of a future filled with love, laughter, and the pitter-patter of tiny feet. The road ahead would be challenging, but with him by her side, she knew they could overcome anything. And as the first light of dawn began to creep through the curtains, painting the room in shades of gold, she felt a sense of peace settle over her—a peace that came from knowing she was exactly where she was meant to be, with the person she was meant to be with, carrying the greatest gift she had ever received.
The sterile scent of antiseptic and lemon floor cleaner hung heavy in the waiting room, a stark contrast to the warm, messy intimacy of the night before. Yeji sat on the edge of a padded chair, her hands clasped tightly in her lap, her knuckles white. She wore a loose-fitting sundress, the fabric soft against her skin, but it did little to hide the nervous tremor that ran through her body. Beside her, he sat with a quiet strength, his hand resting on her knee, his thumb tracing soothing circles against her skin.
He had barely slept, his mind racing with a thousand possibilities, a thousand fears, and a thousand hopes. But looking at Yeji now, seeing the vulnerability in her eyes, he felt a fierce protectiveness rise up inside him. He would be her rock, her anchor, no matter what the doctor said.
A nurse called her name, and Yeji stood up, her legs feeling like jelly. He stood with her, his hand never leaving her back, guiding her down the hallway to the examination room. The room was small and clinical, with an exam table covered in crinkly paper, a sink, and a few cabinets. Yeji sat on the table, the paper crunching beneath her, while he stood beside her, his hand still on her shoulder.
The doctor, a middle-aged woman with kind eyes and a gentle demeanor, entered the room, her clipboard in hand. She smiled at them both, her gaze lingering on Yeji with understanding.
"Good morning," she said warmly. "I'm Dr. Evans. I understand you're here for a pregnancy confirmation and initial assessment."
Yeji nodded, her throat tight. "Yes. I... I took a test at home. It was positive."
Dr. Evans nodded, her expression serious but reassuring. "Okay. We'll do a urine test here to confirm, and then we can do an ultrasound to see how far along you are and check on the baby's development. Does that sound okay?"
Yeji nodded again, her voice barely a whisper. "Yes. Please."
The doctor left the room to give Yeji privacy to provide a urine sample. When she returned, she set the sample aside and began the ultrasound. She applied the cold gel to Yeji's stomach, and Yeji flinched at the sensation, her hand instinctively reaching for his. He took it, his grip firm and reassuring.
Dr. Evans moved the transducer over Yeji's abdomen, her eyes fixed on the monitor. The room was silent except for the soft hum of the machine and the sound of their breathing. Yeji held her breath, her heart pounding in her chest.
Then, a sound filled the room—a rapid, rhythmic whooshing, like the beating of tiny wings.
"There's your baby's heartbeat," Dr. Evans said softly, her eyes shining. "Strong and steady. You're about six weeks along, Yeji. Everything looks perfect."
Yeji let out a breath she didn't know she was holding, tears streaming down her face. She looked at the screen, where a tiny, flickering shape pulsed with life. It was real. It was really happening.
He squeezed her hand, his own eyes wet. "Six weeks," he repeated, his voice thick with emotion. "That's... that's from that night."
Dr. Evans smiled, her gaze understanding. "It's a beautiful thing," she said. "Now, let's talk about your health and what to expect over the next few months. I'll give you some prenatal vitamins and some literature on nutrition and exercise. You'll need to schedule regular appointments, and we'll monitor the baby's growth closely."
Yeji listened intently, her hand still clasped in his, absorbing every word. She felt a strange sense of calm settle over her, the fear replaced by a quiet determination. This was her life now, and she would embrace it fully.
After the appointment, they walked out of the clinic hand in hand, the sun shining brightly overhead. They stopped at a café, ordering two coffees and a pastry to share. Yeji watched as he ordered a decaf for her without even asking, a small gesture that spoke volumes.
"So," he said, taking a sip of his coffee. "Six weeks. That's... manageable."
She nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Yeah. We have time to figure things out."
They spent the rest of the day talking, planning, and dreaming. They discussed telling their families, looking for a new place to live, and how to balance her career with motherhood. He suggested she call her manager, explain the situation, and negotiate a modified schedule. He offered to fly to Japan with her, to be her support system. They decided to wait until she was further along to tell the agency, to avoid any unnecessary drama.
As the day wore on, Yeji felt a sense of calm settle over her. The dilemma was still there, a weight in her chest, but it was no longer paralyzing. With him by her side, she felt capable of facing anything.
That evening, they returned to her apartment, the small space that held so many memories. They curled up on the couch, a blanket draped over their legs. He was reading a book, and she was scrolling through her phone, looking at potential baby items. She felt a flutter in her stomach, a tiny, almost imperceptible movement. She froze, her hand going to her belly.
"Did you feel that?" she whispered, her eyes wide.
He looked up from his book, his brow furrowed. "Feel what?"
She placed his hand on her stomach. "There. Again."
He waited, his eyes fixed on her belly. A moment later, he felt it too—a soft, butterfly-like flutter. His eyes widened, a look of awe spreading across his face. "Oh my god," he breathed. "That's... that's our baby."
Tears streamed down Yeji's face, but this time, they were tears of joy. She covered his hand with hers, their fingers intertwining. "We can do this," she said, her voice firm. "We can do both. My career, our family. We can make it work."
He kissed her then, a kiss that was deep and full of promise. "Yes, we can," he murmured against her lips. "We can do anything together."
Later that night, they made love again, this time with a renewed sense of purpose. The sex was slower, more intentional, each thrust a promise, each kiss a vow. He entered her gently, his movements careful but deep, his tip grazing her cervix, his seed filling her womb. They came together, their bodies shuddering in unison, their futures intertwined with the life they were creating.
As they lay in each other's arms, the city lights twinkling outside the window, Yeji knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together. Her career might be in question, but her future was certain, built on love, trust, and the tiny life growing inside her. The dilemma was not a dead end; it was a crossroads, and with him by her side, she was ready to choose the path forward.
**9 months later
The air in the delivery room was thick with the scent of antiseptic, sweat, and the metallic tang of blood, a stark contrast to the sterile, sunlit clinic where it had all begun. Yeji lay on the hospital bed, her body drenched in perspiration, her hair plastered to her forehead in damp, dark strands. The contractions had been coming in waves for hours, each one a crushing, suffocating pressure that radiated from her lower back and wrapped around her abdomen like a vice. She gripped the rails of the bed, her knuckles white, her breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps.
He was right there, his hand clamped around hers, his face pale but his eyes steady, fixed on her with unwavering devotion. He had been with her through every contraction, every scream, every moment of agony, his voice a constant, soothing presence in the chaos.
"You're doing amazing, Yeji," he murmured, his thumb stroking the back of her hand. "Just a little longer. You're so strong."
She squeezed her eyes shut, a guttural moan escaping her lips as another contraction seized her, more intense than the last. The pain was a living thing, a beast tearing through her, demanding release. The monitor beside the bed beeped steadily, the baby's heartbeat a rapid, rhythmic drumbeat against the silence.
"Okay, Yeji," the midwife said, her voice calm and authoritative as she checked the monitor. "You're fully dilated. It's time to push. On the next contraction, I want you to bear down with everything you've got."
Yeji nodded, her jaw clenched, her body trembling with effort. She felt the pressure building, a tidal wave of pain and urgency, and she let out a raw, primal scream as she pushed with all her might, her body arching off the bed. He held her up, his arms wrapped around her shoulders, his own muscles straining as he supported her weight.
"Good! That's it!" the midwife encouraged. "Keep pushing! You're almost there!"
Yeji pushed again, her vision blurring, her world narrowing to the pain and the pressure and the desperate need to get this baby out. She could feel the baby moving down, the head crowning, stretching her to the limit. The pain was excruciating, a burning, tearing sensation that made her scream louder, her voice echoing off the sterile walls.
"Almost there!" the midwife called out. "One more big push!"
Yeji gathered every last ounce of strength she had, her body convulsing with the effort. She pushed with a force that felt like it might split her in two, and then, suddenly, the pressure released. A rush of fluid and warmth flooded out, and a second later, a thin, wailing cry pierced the air.
The midwife caught the baby, her hands swift and sure, and immediately placed the tiny, squirming bundle on Yeji's chest. Yeji looked down, her tears mixing with the sweat on her face, and saw a tiny, red, wrinkled face, a shock of dark hair, and eyes that blinked open, staring up at her with a look of profound wonder.
"It's a girl," the midwife announced, her voice thick with emotion. "A beautiful, healthy baby girl."
Yeji sobbed, her body shaking with relief and joy. She traced the baby's cheek with a trembling finger, her heart swelling with a love so fierce it stole her breath. She looked up at him, his eyes wet with tears, his face transformed by awe.
"She's perfect," he whispered, his voice cracking. "You're perfect."
He leaned down, kissing Yeji's forehead, then the baby's head, his touch gentle and reverent. The room seemed to fade away, the beeping monitors, the medical staff, the sterile environment, all of it dissolved into the background, leaving only the three of them, a new family bound by love and the miracle of birth.
The midwife cleaned the baby and wrapped her in a soft blanket, handing her back to Yeji. Yeji cradled her daughter against her chest, feeling the tiny heartbeat against her own, the warmth of her body seeping into her skin. She looked at the baby's face, memorizing every feature, the curve of her nose, the shape of her lips, the way her tiny fingers curled around Yeji's thumb.
"What should we name her?" he asked softly, his hand resting on Yeji's shoulder.
Yeji thought for a moment, her mind clear for the first time in hours. She had thought about names throughout the pregnancy, but now, looking at her daughter, the right name felt obvious, inevitable.
"Hana," she said, her voice soft but certain. "Hana means 'flower' in Korean. She's our little flower, blooming in the midst of all this chaos."
He smiled, his eyes shining. "Hana," he repeated, the name tasting like a promise on his lips. "It's perfect."
They spent the next few hours in a haze of bliss, bonding with their daughter, introducing her to the world. Nurses came and went, checking vitals and offering advice, but Yeji and he were in their own universe, focused solely on the tiny life they had created.
As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow through the hospital window, Yeji lay back against the pillows, Hana nestled against her chest, sleeping peacefully. He sat in a chair beside the bed, watching them both, a look of profound contentment on his face.
"You know," he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I was scared. I didn't know if I could do this, if I could be the father she deserves. But looking at her now, looking at you... I know I can. I know we can."
Yeji looked at him, her eyes soft with love. "We were always meant to be a family," she whispered. "This just made it official."
He leaned forward, his lips meeting hers in a tender kiss, a seal on their new beginning. As they pulled apart, Hana stirred in her sleep, letting out a soft coo, and they both smiled, their hearts full.
The night deepened, and the hospital quieted down, the only sounds the soft hum of machinery and the gentle breathing of their daughter. Yeji closed her eyes, feeling a profound sense of peace settle over her—a peace born of love, struggle, and the incredible journey that had brought them to this moment. She knew that the road ahead would have its challenges, that her career would need to be balanced with motherhood, that life would throw obstacles in their path. But with him by her side, and Hana in her arms, she felt invincible, ready to face whatever came next, together.
The morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains of the suburban home, casting a soft, golden glow across the living room. It was a different light than the harsh fluorescence of the hospital, warmer, more lived-in. Four years had passed since Hana’s birth, and the apartment in the city had been traded for a house with a yard, a quiet street, and the sound of children playing nearby.
Yeji sat at the kitchen island, a cup of herbal tea steaming in front of her, her laptop open to a script she was reviewing. She was no longer the frantic, famous idol struggling for recognition; she was a respected actress, a mother, a woman who had learned to balance the fierce ambition of her career with the quiet demands of motherhood. She wore a simple silk robe, her hair tied back in a loose bun, her face devoid of makeup, yet she possessed a radiant beauty that came from within.
From the living room, the sound of giggling erupted, followed by the thud of small feet on hardwood floors. Hana, now a bright, energetic four-year-old, burst into the kitchen, her dark hair flying, her face smeared with the remnants of breakfast. She wore a pink tutu over her pajamas, a plastic tiara askew on her head.
"Mommy! Look at me! I’m a princess!" she declared, striking a pose, her hands on her hips.
Yeji looked up from her script, a smile spreading across her face. "I see that, Princess Hana. What are you ruling over today?"
"The living room!" Hana announced proudly. "And Daddy is my royal horse!"
A moment later, he entered the kitchen, crawling on his hands and knees, a wide grin on his face. He wore a sweatshirt and sweatpants, his hair slightly disheveled. He looked up at Yeji, his eyes twinkling.
"Your Highness," he panted, his voice mock-serious. "The royal horse is ready for his command."
Hana climbed onto his back, gripping his shoulders. "Giddy-up, horsey! To the castle!"
He crawled out of the kitchen, Hana bouncing on his back, her laughter echoing through the house. Yeji watched them go, her heart swelling with a contentment that was almost painful. This was her life now, a life she had never planned for but now couldn't imagine living without.
She closed her laptop, the script forgotten for the moment, and followed them into the living room. She found them collapsed on the rug, Hana curled up on his chest, both of them breathing heavily, their faces flushed with exertion and joy.
"Is the royal horse tired?" she asked, kneeling beside them.
He looked up at her, his gaze softening. "Exhausted. But happy."
Hana lifted her head, her eyes bright. "Mommy, can we go to the park today? Please? I want to swing!"
Yeji nodded, brushing a stray hair from Hana's forehead. "Of course, sweetie. After we get dressed."
The day unfolded in a comfortable, familiar rhythm. They went to the park, pushing Hana on the swings until her laughter rang through the air. They bought ice cream, Hana’s face covered in chocolate, and they walked hand-in-hand back to the house, the three of them a picture of domestic bliss.
Later that afternoon, Yeji found herself alone in the bedroom, changing out of her clothes. She caught a glimpse of herself in the full-length mirror, her body softer now, her curves more pronounced, the marks of motherhood etched into her skin. She ran a hand over her stomach, tracing the faint stretch marks, the physical evidence of the life she had carried and birthed.
She thought back to that night, the night that had changed everything. The reckless passion, the unprotected sex, the decision not to take the morning-after pill. It had been a gamble, a leap of faith, and it had led her here, to this moment of perfect, quiet happiness.
The door opened, and he walked in, closing it softly behind him. He came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, his chin resting on her shoulder. They looked at their reflection together, a family of three, their lives intertwined in the most beautiful way.
"You're beautiful," he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear.
She leaned back against him, her eyes closing. "We did good, didn't we?"
"We did amazing," he replied, his hand drifting down to rest on her stomach, just as he had done that first night in the hospital. "Hana is incredible. And you... you're the heart of it all."
She turned in his arms, facing him, her hands coming up to cup his face. She looked into his eyes, the eyes of the man who had been her best friend, her lover, the father of her child, and now her husband. They had married quietly a year after Hana's birth, a small ceremony with just family and close friends.
"I love you," she whispered, the words simple but heavy with meaning.
"I love you too," he replied, his voice thick with emotion. He leaned in and kissed her, a slow, deep kiss that spoke of years of shared history and a future yet to be written.
As they pulled apart, the sound of Hana's voice drifted up from the living room, calling for them to come and see a drawing she had made. They smiled at each other, a silent agreement passing between them, and headed downstairs, ready to face whatever the next chapter of their lives would bring, together.
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"So," Yeji, starts, staring up at the moon, taking another drag of her cigarette. "This is it. The end of our final year. We've survived the exams and everything. We're almost done."
You glance up, not quite sharing her sentiment, watching the smoke leave her mouth and drift upwards. The way her pink hair shines in the moonlight. "Yeah, I guess."
She smiles, looking back over at you, leaning on the railing and then staring out at the city skyline. "You ever think about what would happen when I'm not here?"
"Here, where? The balcony? It's not going anywhere."
Yeji rolls her eyes, taking another hit and holding the cigarette between her fingers. "Not the balcony, idiot. College. You know what I mean."
You take a sip of your drink, one that's a bit too strong for your taste. "No, I don't. Please enlighten me."
"Stop being so difficult," Yeji grumbles, looking right at you. "Once we graduate. What then? Do we keep this up? I can't imagine a life where I'm not blowing you or having my legs spread for you, but, like—it's the real world. We're not going to live like broke, twenty-something year olds forever. Not gonna be able to go over to your place at midnight and let you rail me whenever I'm horny."
"Why the fuck not? You've been doing it for years now. I haven't exactly gotten sick of it yet."
She laughs, taking a long puff and releasing it. "But what if you do? Or if something happens," Yeji sighs, shaking her head.
"What do you mean if something happens to you? Yeji, what—"
"Nothing, nothing at all. I just mean—what if you don't want me anymore. If one day you decide this isn't worth it."
You scoff, finishing the last of your drink. "That's not gonna happen, Yeji. The hell has gotten into you?"
"You don't know that," she says, putting the cigarette out on the concrete and letting the remains fall below.
"Yes, I do. We've been together since sophomore year. We're graduating, and I've been living the best four years of my life. With you."
Turning her head, she doesn't look quite satisfied. "I'm just saying. Things change. We're not going to be these horny college kids anymore. What if I had to move away or something? Like, what if one day, I was gone and—"
"You're not fucking going anywhere, Yeji," you say, turning and cupping her cheeks. She doesn't flinch or turn away.
"I'm not. But what if one day I do and you have to find someone else to be the one that fucks you whenever you want? Unless you wanna hook up with Yuna every once in a while. She'd totally be up for it. And Chaeryeong, definitely."
"Yeji, I can't believe we're having this conversation. How much did you drink?"
"Just one," she says, holding a finger up. "Okay, maybe two. I just—I love you, okay? And I don't wanna lose this. Ever."
"Then you're not going to, because I'm not gonna let you slip through my fingers," you say, pulling her closer and pressing your lips against hers. "I love you, Yeji. You're stuck with me forever. So, stop saying stupid things."
Yeji smiles, but not the one you know. Not the playful, cocky one, the kind where she's ready to make some sort of lewd comment. Not the soft, cute one either. Not even the seductive, lust-filled grin she flashes when she's about to tear your clothes off.
"Yeji, is everything—"
"Just kiss me again," she says, pulling you closer. "Everything is fine. It's fine. Promise. I'm not going anywhere."
---
"Yeji, what are you doing?" you ask, entering the room. The lights are bright, almost blinding, and a tripod stands next to the bed. A camera is set up, pointed at the bed. She's lying there, completely nude, wearing a pair of fuzzy, pink handcuffs and nothing else.
"Oh, hey. Took you long enough."
"Did I miss the part where you were gonna explain why the fuck there's a camera set up and recording?"
"Well," she starts, sitting up from the bed. "We're graduating soon. And, you know, this has been fun. All the stuff we've done, everything we've tried."
"Uh-huh," you say, taking a step forward and trying to focus on something other than the way her body looks right now. "If I didn't know any better I'd think you were about to break up with me."
Yeji scoffs. "No, dummy. Just the opposite. I love you and all that, and I know this is going to sound crazy, but—what if we made a video. Like, a sex tape. For us. A memento, a reminder of all the good times we've had together."
You can't help but laugh. "A sex tape. For us. Yeji, you can't be serious."
"I'm completely serious," she replies, shifting on her knees. "Just think about it—you and me, naked, fucking and making a little memory. It'll be something special, something hot, and something only we get to enjoy."
"Yeji, if this is your idea of a graduation present, you could've just bought a gift card."
"It's not. Look, just sit down and listen. Okay?"
You roll your eyes, knowing full well you're gonna go along with whatever Yeji wants. "You're naked. Wearing handcuffs. On my bed. And there's a camera filming. You expect me to just listen? After all that?"
"What, do you want me to suck your dick first? I mean, I can, if that's what it takes."
"God, you're impossible," you say, moving to sit down on the edge of the bed.
"Yeah, and you love it," Yeji replies, grabbing your hand and guiding you back onto the mattress, taking a seat on your lap. "So, what do you say?"
"Do I even have a choice?"
Yeji smiles, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. "No. You know I'm stubborn as fuck. Plus, I'm already handcuffed. Would be a shame if we had to get out the ball gag too."
"As if I'd ever want to shut that pretty mouth up. Fine, let's do this, then."
"Really?" Yeji asks, face lighting up.
"What do you expect me to say, Yeji? You know how fucking hard it is to resist you, especially when you're sitting next to me, naked, and pretty as hell."
Yeji laughs, shaking her head and pushing you back into the pillows. "It'll be hot, I promise. Plus, it'll help me get off whenever I'm in the mood. And you can watch it and jerk off when I'm gone, or whatever."
"That sounds more like a present for you."
"Shut up. It's for both of us. Now if you don't mind, kitten needs a good fucking."
"Please don't ever say that again."
She laughs, shifting to straddle you and waiting patiently. "Meow."
---
"Is that—fucking, god, is that what I really look like when I cum?" Yeji asks, her eyes glued to the laptop screen, watching herself climax.
"You've never watched yourself before?"
Yeji shakes her head. "What, you think I just go around shooting porn all the time? This is my first time seeing me on camera. But damn, it was fucking hot. Holy shit. Like, holy fuck. Watching myself squirt, oh god, I'm like fucking possessed."
"I thought you wanted a memento. A reminder. Why are we watching it back already?"
"Because," she starts, pausing the video. "Because I wanted to see what it looked like. Curiosity and all. It's not often I get to see what the view looks like while you're balls deep in my ass."
"Jesus," you groan, as she presses play and resumes watching.
"Fuck, your dick looks so good pounding me like that. God, I'm such a good fucking slut, just taking it like that. Wow, look at you go—I'm just there, lying down, hands cuffed behind me, and you're just destroying my ass. And then when you pull out and cum on my face, fuck, I could watch that over and over."
You don't say anything, not while she's watching the screen, her hand working underneath her pajama bottoms.
"Look, look, this is the part where you spank me. You really went at it, huh? And I just took it. Fuck, my ass is so red. That was so fucking hot. You were fucking insane."
"I remember, Yeji. I was there."
"Shush, let me have my moment," she grumbles, biting her lip while she watches. "God, my tits look amazing. And your hands feel so fucking good, squeezing them like that. Look, there—I'm getting close. Can you see the way I'm about to cum? That's the fucking money shot."
Yeji looks away for a moment, staring right at you. "What? Aren't you gonna watch with me?"
"It's weird, seeing myself on a screen."
"Well, you can just focus on me," she says, smiling. "Oh look, here's the mating press scene. I didn't realize how hot that looked. Look, I'm totally out of it, not even thinking, just there for your cock. I look like a total whore."
"You're not a—"
"No, no. That's a compliment. I'm a whore, but, like, a high class one. The expensive kind. The kind who only takes it up the ass for you."
"You're ridiculous, Yeji," you say, giving up and focusing on the screen.
"There, see, right there. When you cum in me, right at the end. Your balls are so heavy, smacking up against my ass and just filling me up. Fuck, you were so deep. The way you sounded when you came in me…"
Yeji stops the video, closing the laptop. "We can't watch the rest."
"What? Why not?"
"I'm all sticky and need a shower," she says, climbing out of the bed. "Besides, you didn't even want to watch."
"You dragged me into it, and now I'm invested."
Yeji giggles, pulling her tank top over her head. "Come with me, then. You can get me dirty again."
---
"You know," Yeji says, staring up at you under the spray of the shower. "I think that was the best fucking sex we've ever had. Just—god, you were relentless. Didn't even know you had that much cum stored away in your balls."
"You were being a very, very bad girl, Yeji."
"Meow," she purrs, letting the water run down her chest.
"I'm never getting in the shower with you again."
"Don't act like you don't enjoy seeing me all wet and soapy."
You sigh, grabbing the shampoo bottle. "Fine, you caught me. It's not the worst sight."
"It's the best sight, and you know it," she teases, taking the bottle and squeezing some into her palm. "Here, let me."
You stay still, as her hands run through your hair, digging her fingers into your scalp, massaging and letting the lather form. "You know, we're pretty hot on camera."
"You think so?"
"Yeah," Yeji replies, moving behind you so she can massage your scalp. "Like, it's hot. Watching us, you know? Seeing what it looks like."
"Guess so," you say, leaning back and letting the water do its magic.
"I was thinking, maybe we could make another… video."
"Yeji, seriously?"
She laughs, turning you around to face her. "Yeah, why not. It's hot. I like the idea of seeing myself getting railed by you. Don't really get to see what its like to blow a load all over me from your perspective."
"What did I say about being so horny?"
"That you love it," Yeji replies, helping to rinse out your hair.
"Just think about it—you, me, the bed, a camera. The possibilities are endless. I could be the sexy schoolgirl and you're the pervy teacher. Or we could do the whole nurse and patient thing, or—"
"Yeji, please."
"We could make a lot of money selling this kind of content. I mean, look at me. My ass is a national treasure. And you're not exactly lacking, either."
You can't help but sigh. "What the hell happened to just us enjoying the video? Making a memento?"
"Well, that was before I saw how hot watching you rearrange my guts was. With your huge cock and my pretty face and tits. Come on, we could have a side hustle going."
"Yeji, are you being serious right now?"
"Totally. Look, I'm just saying. We're graduating, and we're not gonna have a steady income. At least not at first. This would help. A little bit."
"Are you really in this for the money or do you just like the idea of people watching us?"
Yeji giggles. "I can't have both?"
"Yeji, the last thing we need is a bunch of strangers jerking off to videos of us. What if our classmates find out? Or the Dean?"
"Who the hell cares? They're not gonna give a shit. And it's not like the videos would have our names or anything. We can put on masks, change the audio, whatever."
"I'm not wearing a mask to fuck you, Yeji."
"Fine, no masks. My face is the money maker anyway. And we can have fun trying out a bunch of different scenarios and stuff."
"Yeji," you sigh. "Can I say no?"
"You can try, but dunno how well that'll work. I'm stubborn. Remember?"
"Yes, yes I do. Fine. Let's make some money then."
"Yay!" Yeji cheers, wrapping her arms around you. "We're gonna have so much fun, I promise. And we're gonna get filthy rich."
"That's not the point of this, Yeji."
"It should be."
---
Everything feels different now.
Graduation is less than a week away, and you've got a nice collection of videos featuring Yeji in the heat of the moment. You've unofficially become a cameraman, having to learn about angles and lighting and a host of other things.
The money is great, too. People love Yeji. They can't get enough of her. The way her face looks, contorting with pleasure. How her voice moans and purrs, the way her tits bounce and her ass claps. The views climb, the comments pour in, the tips come flooding.
You wonder how this is your life now—how you can look around in class and see everyone, normal people, and think to yourself how many of them watch videos of your girlfriend, naked and screaming your name, her pussy creaming all over your cock. Maybe even the professors, too.
The blowjob videos in the bathroom, with the bad lighting. Yeji in her cheerleader uniform, riding you and bouncing up and down on your cock. Her, tied up and blindfolded, being teased and toyed with. The one where she squirted so hard it got all over the camera lens. The ones where she's on her knees, getting face-fucked and waiting for the camera to zoom in, the shot ending with your load painting her face.
And the one that gets the most views, her bent over the bathroom counter, your hands gripping her hips and drilling her from behind.
You think about it in class. How you're sitting next to Yeji, while there's a high possibility that half the students have seen what her pussy looks like being pounded. How she looks when she's cumming, and how her asshole stretches around your cock.
And the fact that they've probably seen you cum all over her face and tits, seen how Yeji moans when your tongue is in her ass, when you're fucking her to tears and she's a quivering, moaning mess, begging for you to keep going.
All of this running through your mind, while the professor drones on and on about some subject or another.
"Hey," Yeji whispers, leaning over. "Wanna fuck during lunch?"
You don't even bother looking, just shake your head. "What do you think?"
"I'm asking because I think you need a break. You've been a little off lately. Everything okay?"
"I'm fine," you reply, a bit too quickly.
"Is it about the videos?"
"Maybe," you mutter, glancing over. "It's just weird, you know? Being in class and knowing at least one person has probably seen me cum in your mouth."
Yeji rolls her eyes. "You can't tell me it's not a turn-on."
"I'm not saying that. But—it's just a weird though. That's all."
"We can stop," Yeji says, staring at you. "If you want. I won't make any more videos. I'll delete the ones we have."
"No," you say, turning to her. "I'm not letting your money go to waste. You're right, it's a good source of income."
"It's our money. We're partners. If you don't like it, we'll stop."
You take a deep breath, sighing. "It's not that I don't like it. It's just that every time we fuck now it's on camera. Like, I feel like it's not the same. It's not like making a sex tape, it's… kind of like working, you know?"
Yeji nods. "I get it. Look, we can slow down. Do one a week. No more. How's that?"
"Yeah, that works. Thanks, Yeji."
She smiles, reaching under the desk to grab your hand. "Good. Now, what do you say, wanna fuck in the bathroom later? I'll wear your favorite skirt. You know, the one that barely covers my ass. And the fishnet thigh-highs. Just for you."
"Why do I feel like I don't deserve you?"
Yeji laughs, squeezing your hand. "You absolutely do. I'm the one who's lucky. Now, what do you say?"
"Yes. Fuck yes."
"Knew you'd say that."
---
"Think I can go again," Yeji gasps out, breath heavy while she collapses against you. "Fuck, I'm sore, but I can totally do it. Just gimme a minute."
"Jesus, Yeji," you laugh, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "This is, what, round three already? My balls need a break."
"I think it's four," she replies, shifting and lying flat against you. "But who's counting, right?"
"Think we made enough content for like, two months, easy."
"I could never get tired of watching you cum in me on camera," Yeji says, smiling and tracing patterns on your chest. "It's hot."
"So you keep telling me," you say, kissing her head again.
There's a long silence, a few moments passing before Yeji speaks again. "What if we did a gangbang?"
"A what?"
"A gangbang," she repeats, propping herself up and staring down at you. "You know, lots of guys. Lots of cocks. All at once. Just, like, a bunch of people. Doing me. On camera."
"Are you insane? I'm not letting a bunch of random dudes fuck you."
Yeji smiles, her hand snaking its way down to your cock, gently stroking. "I was thinking more of like, friends. People we trust. Who knows, might be kinda fun."
"No. No way. Absolutely not."
"I was kidding, you idiot. Just wanted to see what your reaction would be. Nobody gets this pussy but you. That's a promise. But it would be kinda hot, wouldn't it? Seeing how many cocks I could take at once…"
"Yeji," you groan, shaking your head.
"Fine, fine. Just a thought."
"No thoughts like that. Especially not after fucking."
Yeji leans closer, fingers running through your sweaty hair. "What if it was you? With another girl. Just her, and me, together. Would that be so bad?"
"You want to fuck someone else?"
"No, I want to watch you fuck someone else. A girl as hot as me. And I'd just watch. Touch myself, play with her tits while you pound her pussy, sit on your cute face while she sucks your dick, all that."
"You don't want me to fuck you? That's new."
Yeji shrugs, giggling. "Sometimes it's nice to watch. You get off, and so do I. Win-win."
"Is this for the content?"
"No, not everything is about the money. Sometimes it's just because I'm a kinky little freak and I want to make you happy. That's all. See my boyfriend fucking a girl while I cum."
"Jesus Christ, Yeji."
"I mean, if you don't want to, fine, but I can ask a girl in class. Maybe Yuna, she's always had a crush on you. I've heard her talk about wanting your cock, she's said it to my face. I could invite her over, she could eat me out, you could fuck her. Then, I'll join in."
"I feel like you're getting the bad end of the deal."
"No," Yeji says, pressing a kiss to your lips. "Because then I get to see another girl getting railed by you, and I'll have someone pretty to make out with, and I'll be able to taste your cock on her tongue."
"You really are a little freak."
"Aren't I? So, what do you say, wanna invite her over so I can watch you absolutely destroy her? I bet she's super into anal, too, like me."
"Fine, if it'll shut you up. Let's do it."
Yeji squeals, her lips crashing into yours once more. "This is gonna be so much fun. Thank you."
---
Graduation passes and things don't really feel much different. No more classes, no more exams, no more grouchy professors. Just … the real world. A little scary, but at least now you have a stable cashflow, thanks to Yeji and her crazy ideas.
The money is a blessing, honestly. You're still trying to figure things out, and Yeji's popularity continues to soar. The money is more than enough for the two of you to rent a little apartment, order out more often than you ever did, and have a little extra for the future.
With the financial freedom comes a little extra creativity—new lingerie, toys, props, costumes. Better lighting, a better camera, and a new computer for editing. Yeji loves dressing up, posing, putting on a show. She's a natural.
Yuna becomes a part of your lives too. She's a pretty girl, eager to please and happy to do anything, especially if it involves making either of you cum. On camera or off. Yeji loves seeing her get fucked, likes the idea of watching another girl get ravaged on your cock, likes the idea of kissing her while she's riding you. Likes being on her knees next to her, seeing her ruined makeup, the tears in her eyes, the way she gets her face right next to hers, both of them waiting for you to blast all over their gorgeous fucking faces.
The videos get raunchier. You have Yuna over a lot, and the two of them get creative. She's got a nice ass, and an incredible pussy. Yeji seems to enjoy eating her out, and Yuna's not a stranger to doing the same, either. You fuck them, both, raw, one after the other, and watch them lick the cum from each other's wrecked holes, or grind their cunts on each other before you can even think to grab the camera.
And Yeji was right—Yuna loves anal. Almost more than Yeji, and that's saying a lot. Yuna loves being choked, loves getting spanked and slapped and having her hair pulled. Unsurprisingly, Yeji loves seeing it, watching another girl choke on your cock, get her asshole destroyed, get it pumped full of cum so she can eat it out of her, share the load with her.
So the next time you're at a restaurant, all those videos paying for the appetizers, the entrees, the wine, you can't help but wonder what the hell you've gotten yourself into. Yeji looks up and smiles. "Wanna order dessert?"
"Might as well," you laugh, looking back down at the menu. "That threesome video did crazy numbers. You were right."
Yeji beams. "Of course I was. People love Yuna. We should make more videos with her. She's fun. And cute. She looked so good getting spit-roasted."
"Can't deny that," you laugh. "She's good on camera. Really good. Like, you'd think she does this all the time."
"I know, right? I bet people would pay a lot of money to even see solo content from her. Pretty thing just touching herself. Getting all needy and wet, fucking herself with a toy while she begs on camera. Dark rope tied all over her milky skin… that's a gold mine."
"She might upstage us if we're not careful. Girl has that bratty vibe going that just makes you want to ruin her. People eat that up."
Yeji nods, taking a forkful of tiramisu once it's been set in front of her. You're quiet, watching her eat, thinking about how she's gotten even more beautiful. How the videos, the money, the whole situation hasn't really changed her at all.
You're staring, you realize, and she doesn't seem to mind one bit. In fact, she seems to enjoy it. Loves the attention, loves being the center of your world, of the entire universe.
Before you can even speak, Yeji does. "Want a bite?"
You reach for the fork she's holding, but a buzz in your pocket stops you. "Hold on," you say, reaching down and grabbing your phone. "Sorry, gotta take this."
"Sure," Yeji says, her lips wrapping around the fork and pulling the tiramisu into her mouth. You rise, walking away from the table, phone pressed to your ear and head towards the restroom.
When you head back, Yeji's already smiling at your return. "Everything okay?"
With more than a little apprehension, you sit, staring off into the distance. "No. Not really."
Yeji's entire demeanor changes, concern creeping across her face. She stops eating, placing the fork on the plate. "What is it? What happened?"
"I need to leave. Like, now. I need to catch a flight tonight. I'm really sorry, Yeji."
"Wait, hold on, what's going on?"
You pause, taking a deep breath. "I don't—it's family stuff. Don't wanna worry you. Look, just let's get the check, okay?"
"Okay," Yeji replies, still obviously concerned. "Do you want me to go with you? If it's family stuff, maybe I can help."
"No," you reply, almost a bit too harshly. "No. I can't ask that of you. This is my issue, not yours. It's like, a sixteen hour flight and—"
"Hey," Yeji interrupts, placing her hand over yours. "I don't care. I'll go with you. Whatever it is, whatever the problem, I'm here. If you need me, then I'm there."
"Yeji—"
"No," she interjects. "Don't 'Yeji' me. I'm not letting you fly halfway around the world alone. So, we're gonna pay the bill, and then we're going home and packing. I'm going with you."
"I'm sorry."
"Stop apologizing. It's not your fault. If something happened, I'm here. Always will be."
You exhale, trying to find the right words, something more meaningful to say than sorry. Instead, you just nod, squeezing her hand. "Y-yeah. Thanks. I really appreciate it."
"You don't have to thank me. Now come on, let's go," Yeji says, waving over the waiter.
---
You're hunched over the hotel balcony railing, staring off into the night, a lit cigarette between your lips. You don't smoke. Never have. But the occasion seems to call for it. You take a deep drag, exhaling, watching the smoke blow in the wind, and wondering how the fuck things have gone so wrong.
Yeji stands behind you, her hands on your shoulders, rubbing the tension out of your muscles. "It's going to be okay,"
"It's not."
"Don't talk like that," Yeji says, her hands sliding around your waist, pulling you into her. "I'm here."
"I know. I just—I don't know what to do. I never expected it to be this way. What am I supposed to do?"
Yeji sighs, resting her head against your back. "I wish I could tell you, but I don't have any answers. I'm just sorry this happened."
"It's not your fault."
"Still," Yeji replies, sighing. "I hate seeing you like this. How long has it been? Since the last time you saw her?"
You're quiet, the cigarette burning in your fingers. A long, slow drag. Another exhale. "A year at least. When summer break started, I went back. She was fine then. Mostly."
"Do you want me to be there? When you go and visit? I'll come with you. Do you want that?"
"Yeah," you murmur, nodding without even looking at her. "Please."
"Of course," Yeji says, arms tightening around you. "Whatever you need."
You put your cigarette out, turning and facing her. She's staring at you, a small smile on her lips, but you can see the worry in her eyes.
"Sorry."
"You don't have to keep apologizing."
"I know," you mutter, stepping forward and leaning against her. "Just, I dunno, feel like a burden."
"Don't. You're not a burden. It's a tough situation. There's no easy answers. All I know is I'm going to be here for you.
You nod, resting your head on her shoulder. "I really don't deserve you."
"Stop saying that," Yeji says, threading fingers through your hair. "Let's go inside, okay? It's a bit cold out here."
"Yeah," you sigh, nodding. "Yeah, let's go inside."
---
The flight back home is a blur. The only thing that stands out is Yeji, by your side, hand in hand. She holds it the entire time.
It feels surreal. But you do your best to ignore it. Instead, you focus on the present. The here and now.
And in the moment, Yeji is all you need. The best distraction you could ask for.
The videos continue. And, for a little while, you're able to forget everything else. To lose yourself in the fantasy world that's been built. The scenes get rougher, wilder, more depraved. Yeji seems to enjoy it, the crazier the better. And it helps you, or at least you tell yourself that. You feel bad about it. She doesn't.
You don't even care about the money anymore. It's not why you're doing it. The fact is that the more intense the scene is, the easier it is to forget everything. To push everything away, bury the pain, the frustration, the anger, and just… escape. The grip on her throat, the harder you're fucking her, the more it makes you forget. The camera doesn't even turn on, not for this—this is just for you. The aggression, the need, the desperation. It's rough, and Yeji doesn't stop you. Not when you're pushing her head into the mattress, not when you're slapping her ass, not when you're fucking her so hard she can barely speak.
You don't deserve her. Not in the slightest.
"It's okay," Yeji moans, her hands grabbing at your wrist, holding you against her throat. "I-it's okay, you can keep going. I can take it. Fucking ruin me, I-I can take it. Harder, please, please, fuck me. Use me, baby, use me, I can take it."
So you do. Until she's crying and drooling, tears streaming down her face and mascara running, her body a vessel for you, her legs wrapped around you and begging for more. The way you pull her off the bed, pick her up and fuck her against the wall, until she can't take it anymore and she's shaking, trembling, a quivering mess, and you're fucking her through it, through the tears, the sobs, the begging.
When your hands are in her hair, fucking her face, her makeup ruined, spit running down her chin and lipstick smeared, you're not thinking about anything else. Her throat bulging around your cock, her tongue running over your shaft, your balls slapping her chin, and her eyes looking up at you, pleading for anything but mercy.
And the more brutal you are, the harder you fuck her face, the better it is. For both of you. The way you cum down her throat when her head is dangling off the edge of the bed, how you watch her swallow, saliva and tears and depravity all over her face. How she can't stop gagging, can't catch her breath, can't do anything but take it, and when you're finished, when you're completely spent, she's there—a broken mess on her knees, covered in her own spit and yours and your seed, a picture that would give you the biggest paycheck if you weren't so busy worrying about other things.
She's the perfect distraction. You've always known that, but never more than now.
But, at some point, the distraction isn't enough. And the scenes get even rougher, and Yeji still doesn't stop you. You start to worry about her—you've never been like this. And she's never seen you like this.
It gets harder to take the edge off. Nothing's working anymore. You've got your cock buried in her ass, a hand on her throat, but you can't seem to chase that high anymore. All it's doing is making her beg for more, insisting you don’t have to be gentle, but you've given her everything, and it's still not enough.
The videos almost come to a halt. You struggle to look her in the eyes. You know you're taking it too far. And she still doesn't stop you. Seeing the bruises on her body, the welts from the belt on her ass, the bites, the scratches, the marks, they don't go away. She reassures you at every step of the way. It's okay. You're fine. She can take it.
You're not sure you believe her.
The next video you're not in it. Yeji's kneeling in front of the camera, surrounded by men. You don't know a single name, and neither does she. All you know is that they're there to use her. To fuck her, to fill her holes, to ruin her. To do anything they want. It's what she wanted, isn't it? You tell yourself that. You tell yourself this is just a fantasy. Nothing more. That you're forcing yourself to take a backseat, to sit and watch and let her do what she does best.
She's a mess. They all use her. One after the other, fucking her until she can't think straight. Cumming down her throat, on her face, in her pussy. Spitting on her, degrading her, calling her anything but her name. Slapping her face, her tits, her ass, treating her like a toy, and she loves every blissful second.
One fucking her throat, another taking her pussy, another stretching her asshole, a hard, throbbing cock in each hand like it's the most natural thing.
Like she was built for it, like she was made just to be filled, used and abused by anyone and everyone that wants a turn. It doesn't stop, and they keep using her, using your Yeji, treating her like she's a fucking sex doll. Like she doesn't have a fucking name, like she's nothing but a hole to pump and dump into.
You’ve a hand in your pants, almost reluctantly pumping your shaft, eyes fixated on the screen and knowing you're the reason she's being treated like this, because this is your idea of punishment. Because you still think you don't deserve her.
They're all over her, half a dozen bodies surrounding her, using her, destroying her. The finale is as explosive as expected, where she's on her knees, surrounded by the group, all of them jerking their cocks over her. The camera's angle is perfect, a view from above, catching her face, the way their thick cum shoots out of their cocks, landing on her pretty features. And she's smiling. Grinning. Loving every second. Sucking every drop out of them.
She's covered in it, her pristine makeup a forgotten mess, cum dripping down her chin, her cheeks, her forehead. Dripping out of her cunt, her ruined asshole, her lips glistening, her tits coated. And the whole time, you're telling yourself this is what you deserve. What you deserve for using her like a plaything, for treating her like she's not a person, like she's a toy. A fleshlight. Something to be broken and discarded.
The video makes enough money to last you a lifetime. More than enough rent for the next several years, easily. More than enough for a vacation in Tahiti at the drop of a hat.
And now, you're eating breakfast in the kitchen, the sunlight pouring in. Like you didn't just watch your girlfriend Yeji get railed by half a dozen buff guys and get covered in cum. Like it's any other day. Like it's just a job and nothing else. Like everything's normal.
Maybe it's the best distraction, because you're thinking about the way Yeji looked on her knees, getting annihilated, and not the situation at hand. Maybe that's what you're doing.
Yeji steps into the kitchen, wearing one of your t-shirts and little else. "Morning. You sleep well?"
You sip your coffee. It's bitter. "No."
"I figured. Sorry. I shouldn't have asked."
"It's fine. You don't need to be walking on eggshells around me, Yeji."
"I can't help it. Just, I know it's a bad time."
She opens a cabinet, pulling a box of cereal down. Pours some into a bowl, then takes the milk from the fridge and adds some, slicing a banana and adding it on top. Then she sits next to you and eats, like this situation is everything normal.
"You're here, Yeji. No matter how bad things get, I have you. You're the best thing that's happened to me."
"I know," Yeji says, reaching out and squeezing your hand. "I wish there was something I could do. Anything."
"There's not," you sigh, sipping the coffee. "I'll go visit, that's all I can do. It'll be expensive, and—"
"Don't worry about the money," Yeji says, crunching on her cereal. "We have more than enough, and you need to be there. Money doesn't matter."
"But it's your money, too."
"No, it's not. It's our money. Your money, my money, our money. It's all the same."
You stare down at the mug. The black liquid, the steam rising, the bitterness that doesn't even phase you anymore.
"What am I supposed to do?"
"Go see her," Yeji says, pausing between bites. "It's all you can do."
"What about you? I don't want to leave you alone."
Yeji smiles, and it's still not one you recognize, reaching out and placing a hand on your cheek. "I'll be fine. Promise. And Yuna said she'll stop by. So I won't be lonely."
"Yeah, okay," you mutter, finishing your lukewarm coffee. "I'll call you when I land? I love you."
---
"Hey," Yeji says, joining you at the couch. She's dressed casually, a loose fitting tank top and short shorts, hair up in a ponytail. "How was the trip?"
"Long. Tiring. Glad to be home."
Yeji nods, settling into the seat next to you, resting her head on your chest. "That's good. I'm happy you're back."
"Me too."
Yeji is silent for a few moments. She doesn't know what to say, and you don't either. There's nothing, not really.
"So…" she starts, trying to ease the tension. "I got a call while you were gone."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah," Yeji says, shifting nervously. "I—I got an offer. A big one. Like, a contract with a major company."
"Really?" you repeat, not quite sure you heard her correctly.
"Yeah," Yeji laughs. "Surprised me, too. It's like, a lot of money, and it would mean I'd be shooting stuff with other people, and traveling and stuff, and I wouldn't be around as much. But it would help out with travel expenses, and the whole thing would only last like six months. And the payout is huge."
"Six months?"
"Yeah. Six. But it's not like we'd be separated forever. I can come home and visit. But if you don't want me to, I won't—"
"So like, fucking other guys?"
"No, not at all. They told me it's all solo stuff. Nothing like what we do together. So, no one else. Just me. And the camera guy, I guess. I won't have sex with anyone else. Not after last time. I just—I want to know if this is okay."
"Of course. Yeji, that's amazing."
"Really? You're okay with this? Because I can turn them down."
"Do you want to do it?"
Yeji is silent, staring down at nothing. When she looks back down, she nods slowly.
"Then do it. If it's something you want, then do it. It's your choice."
"We'll still see each other though. I only leave for a week at most once a month, they said. We can call, text, video call, whatever. So you won't have to worry about being alone,"
"Yeji," you interrupt. "It's okay. You're going to make a shit ton of money, and you're going to get to travel, and do a job that you're good at, and that you love. Do it. Make some money."
"It's just," Yeji begins, sighing. "I just want to be with you. And I feel bad. Like I'm leaving. Even if it's for six months. And I won't be gone the entire time, so—"
"I said it's fine. Go. Take the contract. You're not gonna get a chance like this again. So take it."
"I love you," Yeji says, reaching forward and placing a hand on your cheek. "Thank you. I love you so much. We'll get through this, and we'll figure it out. But, I can help you with money and everything else, so just focus on yourself."
"Yeah," you say, leaning forward and resting your forehead against hers. "I love you, too. This is a great opportunity. So go."
---
You're on the balcony again. Another cigarette. It's late—almost midnight, but Yeji isn't here this time. She's been gone for a few days now. Off filming, doing her thing. You're proud of her. But you miss her.
It's hard to keep yourself distracted. You haven't slept much, either. It's impossible. When you try, all you see is Yeji's face, smiling up at you, telling you it's okay. That everything will be okay.
You wish you could believe her.
It's cold out, but it doesn't bother you. You're standing outside, watching the traffic pass by. It's soothing almost. Comforting in a strange way. Without Yeji, you're not quite sure what to do with yourself.
You take a drag, blowing the smoke into the night. All you can do.
---
Six months go by. Six months that feel like a lifetime.
"Hey," Yeji says, a smile on her lips. She's beautiful. More beautiful than you remember. And she's wearing that stupid oversized hoodie again that she stole from you. "I missed you."
"I missed you, too."
Yeji closes the distance between you, wrapping her arms around you, hugging you tightly. You embrace her, feeling her body against yours, her warmth, her scent, all of it.
"How was the service?"
You're not sure how to answer that. How to even begin. So instead, you just stand there, holding her. "Fine. It was fine."
"I'm so sorry," she murmurs, her voice every bit apologetic. "I should've been there."
"Don't," you say, squeezing tighter. "You didn't even know her. It's not your fault."
"But—"
"Yeji," you sigh, pulling back and looking at her. "Seriously. It's not. You didn't have to be there."
"I can't help but feel like a shitty girlfriend. Off in Japan touching myself in front of a camera when you were dealing with that. I feel awful."
"I'm glad you weren't there. I couldn't—I don't want you to see me like that. You shouldn't have to. So don't feel bad, okay?"
"Okay," Yeji says, wiping her eyes. "Are you gonna be okay?"
"No. No, I don't think I'll ever be okay. But I have you, and that counts for a lot."
"I love you," she says, leaning in and kissing you softly. "I'll be here. I promise. For as long as you want me. I love you more than anything."
"I know. I love you, too."
---
You're on a flight again, but this time, it's not heading back home. This time, it's to see Yeji. You haven't seen her in a few weeks, and the distance is getting harder and harder.
The hotel is absurdly fancy. Like the type of place you only see in movies. It's ridiculous. It's more than a suite, it's like a penthouse. The view is incredible, and the size of the place is beyond belief.
And the bed is huge, and Yeji is in the center, lying down, smiling, wearing the same hoodie. Yeji pats the spot next to her, and you crawl into the bed, joining her. She moves towards you, resting her head against your chest, a hand running along your cheek.
"I'm so glad you're here," Yeji says, looking up at you. "I've missed you so much."
"Yeah, me too."
Yeji sighs, nuzzling her head against your neck. "It's been a rough few weeks."
"Yeah. For me, too."
There's a silence, an uncomfortable one. Like there's something weighing on her mind.
"Is everything okay?"
Yeji shifts, sitting up. "Yeah. Yeah, everything's fine. It's just—they made me an offer. A better one."
"Better?"
"Yeah. Better. It would mean more money, a longer contract, and—and it's not just solo stuff anymore. It's not even porn.”
"What do you mean?"
"I would be," Yeji begins, swallowing. "It's more of a—a creative producer thing. Traveling around, doing what they need. Going places. It's not porn. It's like, the opposite of porn."
"I fail to see the problem here. That sounds pretty good."
"Because," Yeji says, her lip quivering. "I have to move. I have to move to Tokyo. They want me in Japan. And if I accept, I have to. And I don't want to."
"Why not?"
"Because I don't want to leave you. Because then we're even further apart. We won't be able to see each other, not nearly as much. We'll just—we'll be apart. And I don't want that."
"If it's more money, then—"
"It's a lot of money," Yeji sighs. "Like, a lot of money. More than I could ever dream. It would be enough that we'd never have to worry about anything ever again. I would never have to film another video, not ever. And I'd make enough for us. For both of us."
"So, do it."
"But we'd be apart. We'd never see each other."
"Yeji," you sigh, taking a breath. "It's only a few hours. I'll come visit. You'll come visit."
"it's not the same. I want to be with you. I can't imagine a life without you. I can't."
You take a moment, a long pause. Trying to choose the right words, the ones that matter. The ones that will convince her.
"Yeji. If it's a good deal. Take it."
"But—"
"No," you say, cutting her off. "No. Take the offer. Take it and make as much money as possible. I want this for you. For us."
Yeji shakes her head, wiping her eyes. "I can't."
"You can."
"What if," Yeji says, her voice shaking. "What if—what if things don't work out. What if I'm gone and you get tired of waiting and then—"
"That's not gonna happen. Not ever."
"How can you be so sure? I've never been apart from you for that long. Ever."
"Because I love you, dummy. So, take the offer. And when you're done, and you've made enough money to buy a small country, then you can come back. We'll figure it out before then."
"Promise?"
"Yes. Promise."
---
"Happy birthday," Yeji says, giving you a wide grin. "I know it's not for a couple of days, but—"
You didn't even remember.
"Oh, yeah. Thanks."
"Did you forget?"
"A little."
"Dumbass," Yeji laughs. "Well, I got you a gift. So, there's that."
"You didn't have to."
"Don't be silly," she scolds, grabbing something off the bed nightstand. "You're my boyfriend, of course I had to. It's not much, but, well, you'll see."
She hands you a box, wrapped nicely, a red bow tied on top. You take it, ripping the paper and opening it.
Inside is a black collar. A very specific kind. A collar with the word kitten written on the front in pink.
"I don't wanna alarm you, but I think this may be a little too small for me," you tease.
Yeji blushes, a faint shade of red. "You're such an ass. It's not for you."
"It's not?"
"No," Yeji says, rolling her eyes. "It's for me. I figured since we're going to be apart, I'll have something to remember you by. And to think about."
"Kinky."
"You're such a jerk," Yeji says and punches your shoulder. "Do you like it?"
"I do. Very much. Wear it for me tonight?"
"Of course," she says, kissing your cheek. "For the whole weekend. Only for you."
---
The goodbyes never get any easier. The flights get longer, and the separation gets harder. Every time you say your farewells, it hurts more and more. And the worst part is, you don't know how long she'll be gone this time.
It's like the longer you're apart, the further apart you get.
It's the third or fourth cigarette today alone. You're on the balcony, again. Without Yeji. Watching the world go by like you're no longer a part of it.
You're not sure when it'll get easier. If it will ever get easier.
---
"Hey!" Yeji says, sitting down next to your stool at your favorite bar, a martini in hand. "Sorry, traffic was a bitch. Long time no see."
"Yeah," you reply, sipping your cocktail. "Been a while."
Yeji is wearing a tight red dress, her hair no longer pink but blonde, long, past her shoulders. High heels, the whole nine yards. You haven't seen her this dressed up in years, maybe ever. And the makeup is perfect, her lips full, her eyes bright, the eyeliner sharp.
"You look nice," you say, staring into her eyes.
"Thanks. I wanted to dress up. You look handsome, as always."
You force a smile. "I haven't seen you this dressed up since, well, I'm not even sure when."
"Well, this is a special occasion," Yeji giggles, sipping her martini. "This is our four year anniversary. Glad I could take off work and fly home."
"Me too."
"It's so good to see you," Yeji says, placing a hand on your knee. "I missed you. And the apartment. And our bed."
"And me."
"Yeah," she laughs. "And you. Obviously."
Everything seems out of place, and yet, normal. Like Yeji being here isn't something unusual. You should be happier. You should be overjoyed. You should be celebrating. And yet, you can't bring yourself to.
"How was Tokyo?"
"Lonely," Yeji says, expression dampening. "I miss you. I miss the apartment, the kitchen, everything. Being here—it doesn't feel the same."
You nod, staring down into your drink.
"What's wrong? I thought you'd be happy to see me. Is it the time? Or—"
"Nothing," you interrupt, sipping your drink. "Just happy you're home."
"Yeah," Yeji says, clutching her cocktail. "Me too."
There's silence where there shouldn't be. You should have a million things to talk about, and yet you don't. There's nothing. It's like there's a distance that wasn't here last time, when Yeji came back for a few days for vacation. Things are different. Unfamiliar.
"I want you to come see Tokyo. With me. It's so beautiful. So romantic. Maybe—maybe not for business. Just a vacation, just the two of us."
You nod absently, taking a sip. "Yeah. Sounds fun."
"Really?" Yeji asks, her excitement not dimming in the least. "Oh my god, I'm so excited. There are so many places I want to show you. It's so different from Korea. And there's this great market where the food is amazing and then, then—"
Yeji is talking but you're not hearing it. It's a distant memory. As if she's talking through static. You just nod, sip your drink, watch her and pretend everything's normal.
Eventually she notices something is up.
"Am I boring you?" she laughs, blushing. "I must be going on about all these stupid things. I know, just a lot on the mind. Can you blame me?"
You for another smile, placing your glass down on the bar counter. "No. I've missed your voice. The sound of your laughter. Seeing you smile."
"Are you sure? Because you haven't been very engaged lately."
"Sorry," you mumble, feeling your chest tighten.
"Stop apologizing," Yeji says. "Don't."
You don't look up from your drink, picking it up, taking another sip. "Yeji—"
"Yes, baby?"
"I'm glad to have you here. Even if it's only a short time."
She reaches out, placing a hand on your thigh and squeezing. Her touch feels quaint. None of this feels real. It's all foreign, it's like some alternate reality, that none of this is happening.
"I would stay forever if I could," she sighs. "I miss waking up next to you. I hate falling asleep without you next to me. This whole deal, it was a bad idea. The apartment they gave me isn't home, not even close."
Yeji is talking, but she's a million miles away, and it's all happening so fast, you can't process it. You can't keep up with her. You want to, but the words blur into each other, and it's impossible to decipher. "You have to try the food while you're in Tokyo. The sushi is so fucking good, I promise you."
"Yeji, I'm going back."
Her face changes immediately, a frown taking over the smile. "Back where? Back home?"
You can't look up, can't face her. Instead you just stare into your drink, watching the light filter through the alcohol. "Yeah. Back home."
"For how long?" Yeji asks. "A week? Two? I don't leave till Monday—"
"I'm not coming back."
The silence is deafening. It's painful. Like a vice around your neck, gripping tighter. You can't breathe, and you know Yeji probably can't either.
"No," she laughs weakly. "What—what do you mean you're not coming back?"
"I have to. You're there, doing your thing. Everything is falling apart back home. They need me. I can't stay."
"I—I'll come back. I can come back with you. I can wrap things up and—"
"You're happy in Japan," you interrupt, finishing off your drink and putting the glass back down on the counter. "I can't ask you to do that. This is your life. Your career. And you're good at it."
"I'll figure it out. I don't care, I'll talk to my boss—"
"Don't be ridiculous," you say, a lump forming in your throat. "You can't. You signed a contract. They can't release you without some penalty. Don't throw it all away. Not because of me."
Yeji stares at you, a mixture of confusion and fear on her face. "Who cares about the goddamn contract, we'll make it work. Like we always do. We'll make it work."
"You're happy in Tokyo, Yeji. Happier than I've ever seen you. Don't fuck that up for me."
She laughs, as if what you're saying isn't making sense. As if any of this isn't really happening. "You think I'm happy over there without you? In my shitty little apartment all alone? With my bad Japanese? I miss you every goddamn day. Everything hurts without you, and I've been a total mess and—"
"Stop," you interrupt. "Stop it."
Yeji reaches forward, grabbing onto your shoulder. "I'm coming back. And when I do, things will go back to the way they were. Okay? I love you, and that won't ever change. I know things haven't been great. I know—I know I'm busy. But that'll get better, you'll see, and—"
"We can't keep doing this," you sigh, turning towards her.
"Keep doing what?"
"This," you repeat. "We can't. It's not fair. To either of us. I have to take care of my family, and you can't just ditch everything and move back home with me. You can't."
"That's bullshit and you know it," Yeji scoffs, tears starting to run down her face. "I would do anything for you. I would."
"And I can't let you do that."
"Don't tell me what to do," she replies, a scowl on her face. "Don't tell me what's best for me. I'll be the judge of that."
"No," you say, wiping your eyes. "I love you. But it's not the same. I can't live a life where we're separated, where we only see each other a few days a month. It's not—it's no way to live. We both know this."
"You think I want that, too? To live apart? To have a cold bed every night? To eat ramen on my couch alone?"
"No," you reply. "I don't. I can't imagine a life without you. But I can't ask you to come back home with me. To abandon your new life."
"You're not asking me to do anything. I'm choosing to. Because I love you."
"And I love you, too," you reply, feeling your heart sink deeper. "More than anything. Which is why I can't keep doing this. Why I won't keep doing this. We deserve better."
"Better than what? Better than us?"
You don't answer her, you can't. If you do, then it becomes real, and then there's no going back.
"Please, don't," she pleads. "Please."
"What the fuck do we do, Yeji?" you ask, swallowing, trying to catch your breath, trying not to lose it. Trying not to break down in front of her.
"I-I don't know. I don't know."
"I don't either. The only thing I know is when I get back on that flight and go back to Seoul, I'm not gonna be coming home to a bed with you in it. And that kills me."
"I can change that. Just give me a week. Two, tops. Then I'll come back with you."
You don't look up, keeping your gaze firmly planted the drink in your hands, trying your damnedest not to lose your composure. Trying not to break, trying to stay strong. For her, because the moment she sees the cracks, she'll break, and then there's no fixing it.
"Are—are you," Yeji stammers, her lip quivering, fresh tears falling, one after the other. "Are we breaking up?"
You can't even believe the words coming out of her mouth, much less that she's the one saying them. That it's even coming up, even a thought. "Trust me, Yeji. That's the last thing I want right now."
She gets up from her chair, walking towards you, her arms wrapping around your neck, holding you tightly against her. "Good. Then we won't."
Maybe you're just selfish. Maybe you're just staving off the inevitable. Maybe you just don't have the strength to break her heart. Maybe you can't bear to watch her cry another tear. Or maybe you just don't know how to say goodbye.
"Okay," you murmur. "We won't."
---
You stare at the silver key in your outstretched palm, the one for your apartment. The key to your apartment in Seoul that Yeji hasn't lived in for a few months. And she's not even here to witness you locking it for the final time.
Not exactly a bittersweet goodbye. More bitter than anything else. You drop the key through the office mail slot, the sound of it clinking against the bottom echoing loudly in the empty hallway. Your phone vibrates.
Yeji: You made it?
Yeah. Call you when I get home.
Yeji: Okay. Love you.
Love you too.
Once again you're on a flight. And once again, Yeji isn't on it.
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You're in Tokyo. It's been a few months. Yeji invited you for a long weekend, and you were stupid enough to accept.
It's strange seeing her in person, being this close. But also the strangest thing to normalcy, after such a long period of time. Yeji's apartment is in a quieter neighborhood, it's nice. Small, but nice. And the view of the city is beautiful, even from here you can see the skyline, and it's breathtaking.
It reminds you of everything you should have together. The little garden on the patio, the cozy couch in the living room, the quaint little kitchen, all of it. You should be here, in this place. And yet, you aren't. And it's not Yeji's fault. But that doesn't make it sting any less.
"Do you like it?" Yeji asks, bringing two glasses of red wine out onto the small balcony.
"Yeah. I do. It suits you."
You stand against the railing, looking over the city. A light drizzle falls from the sky, as if even the weather is mourning your situation.
Yeji walks up, standing next to you. The smell of her perfume is exactly the same, a welcome aroma you've been without for a while. You missed it. You miss her.
The months without her feel like an eternity, and yet the long weekend feels like seconds. And once it's over, the void will just be deeper. The emptiness more torturous. The distance even greater. You shouldn't be here. But you are. Because you're an idiot, and you'll take any excuse you can get, to see Yeji again, even for a short while. Even if it kills you inside.
"Thanks," she replies, holding the wine out to you. You take it, taking a sip. It tastes like nothing. The flavor is all but absent. Or maybe its because the only taste in your mouth is bitterness.
You don't say anything. It's as if any and all words you might've said, you've already said a hundred times over. And none of it matters, not a bit. You look over at her, and her hair is longer, and she looks even more beautiful, even more breathtaking than you ever thought possible. You just wish you didn't have to see it, not from such a distance, and not for a single weekend.
"I've missed you," she says, looking over at you. "Every single day. You're always in my thoughts, in my head. I'm not me without you. Not even a little bit."
"I'm right here," you reply, trying not to fall into this. "I'm not going anywhere."
"It's not the same. You know that."
"No, it's not."
"So, what do we do? How do we fix this? It's either we continue these weekends, where I only get to see you for a couple days, or—"
"Yeji," you interrupt. "No. Please, don't even suggest it."
She doesn't answer for a while, a long, awkward silence between the two of you. The rain falls heavier now, the wind picking up, a cold breeze cutting right through you.
"I won't. I'm sorry. I just, I hate this. I hate everything about this. This is all my fucking fault for taking that stupid porn job, for taking the offer after. I hate it."
You place your glass down, turning towards Yeji, your arms wrapping around her tightly. She cries into your chest, and you just hold her, rubbing her back softly. "It's okay. Don't say that."
"I-I don't know how I ever thought I could leave you behind."
"Don't. It's not your fault. Don't even suggest it. Not once."
You look up towards the dark clouds overhead, the rain falling harder on the balcony floor. Yeji clinging tightly to you like if she lets go she might never see you again. You squeeze tighter, kissing her on top of the head, not caring that your clothes are getting soaked.
"I'm here, living in Tokyo, making more money than I'll ever need in a lifetime, but none of that matters. Nothing. It means nothing without you. None of this is worth it if I don't have you by my side."
"Yeji, please, stop it."
"No. It's the truth. I know I said this would be temporary. But it's not. I can't. I can't do it. Not even another day, another hour. Not even another goddamn second."
The rain continues to pour. You kiss the top of Yeji's head. The smell of her shampoo brings you back to simpler times, to happier memories, of all the things you wished you still had. "What the fuck are we supposed to do, Yeji?"
Yeji doesn't answer, crying into your chest. She doesn't stop, and neither does the rain. It doesn't feel like it ever will. It's like you'll never find an end to all of this.
"Yeji—"
"Move in with me," Yeji begs. "Don't go. Don't get on that plane Monday. Don't."
You just stare at the night sky above you, the dark clouds rolling over. The lump in your throat doesn't get smaller. "Yeji. Don't make this harder. Please."
"I-I know, I'm selfish. I know, I'm so sorry. I'm being such a selfish bitch. You can't ditch your life to come live with me here. It's not fair to ask that, and I'm so sorry. Maybe we s-should—maybe we should just end things. Tonight. No more weekends. No more flights back and forth. No more—"
Yeji stops, burying her face back in your chest, crying. You squeeze harder, not letting go. Not even a little.
"I can't give up on you, Yeji. I won't."
"Please. I'm not asking you to give up. But we can't—this isn't working. We've barely talked in months. And when we do it's never enough, I want to spend every minute with you but I can't. And I can't keep asking you to give up everything, just for me."
You hate it when Yeji is right. You hate the truth of it. You hate every last goddamn word, but none more than this one. And that makes it all the more real, all the more painful, all the more soul-crushing.
She pulls away from your chest, looking up at you, tears flowing. She looks beautiful even when she cries. It's the last thing you want to see, and it kills you to know this might be the last time you see it.
"Y-yeah," you mutter, your eyes blurring, unsure of what just left your lips. "Yeah. Okay."
She nods, trying to wipe away the tears that won't stop flowing, one after the other. You can't stop them either, and neither of you can do anything but fall further apart. "Okay. I love you. I'll always love you, no matter what. Don't ever forget that."
You kiss her one last time, tasting her for what you might have to believe is the last time, your hands cradling her cheeks.
"I know, Yeji," you say, breath heavy, trying not to let yourself break down completely, but you're already losing this fight. "I know. I love you, too. So fucking much. You'll always be my kitten, Yeji."
Yeji breaks out in a sad, almost-cackling laugh, clutching onto you tightly. "Always, baby. Always."
So you wipe her tears, letting yours run free, unbothered by anything else. Yeji places her forehead against yours, squeezing her eyes shut, her lips quivering, crying even harder.
You know there's a chance of saving this. But this isn't that. It's the opposite. It's letting go. And that's not what either of you wants, but you're so tired, you're exhausted. And the thought of spending even another second without Yeji feels impossible, even for another day, another heartbeat.
But there's nothing else to do. Not a goddamn thing, and maybe letting her go is the kindest thing you can do. Maybe.
What happens if you meet a girl you’ve only ever seen in a dream?
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Includes: Fluff, smut.
a/n: Originally wrote this fic as a tribute to the lovely @mintwithchoco and @woollypoison for their wonderful work with the latest prompt session. I promised a Yeji thigh-highs fic, but got enthralled by the idea of dreams and before I knew what happened, this fic was born! I hope you enjoy it.
Special thanks to the inspirational @ducktoo, the wise @eightsh8pe, the transcendent @starconstruction, and the patient @erospandemos for beta-reading this fic. I am nothing without your guidance :rukapray:
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Some days you regret quitting your stable office job to become a writer.
You’re barely making ends meet with the near zero income, and you’re forced to take on copywriting and other freelance jobs to scrape enough moolah to continue living in a dingy apartment in the not-so-fancy side of town.
Some days though, it's not too bad.
Being an unwilling audience to raccoons tap dancing on the roof every night sucks, but it feels like the karmic balance of the world has swung ever so slightly in your favour when you’re kicking it back on a lazy weekday afternoon, crushing a couple cans of beer with your best friend and roommate.
“Cheers to your success, buddy!” Ryujin hollers as she slams her can onto yours with perhaps a bit more force than was necessary.
She’s the other reason why you’re able to afford rent. Though her own financial condition is precarious given her daytime job as a barista and her nighttime hobby as a drummer in a rock band.
“It’s really not a big deal, but thanks anyways,” you mutter wryly.
Why were you two having an impromptu drinking session? You just released your first novel, and Ryujin insisted on celebrating the milestone even as you played it down. Your best friend has taken on the role of cheerleader, hyping you up after every completed chapter and promising to take you out after finishing the whole book.
“You have to stop putting yourself down like that,” she nags, shaking her head as she tosses another can in your general direction. “The novel’s going to do great!”
You can only shake your head at her optimism. It was a rushed job, and you’re certain the editor greenlit the final copy just to get it off his docket. Desperate for further validation, you had posted snippets of the unfinished novel online under a pseudonym. The rush of comments were mixed. About what you should have expected, but the lack of clear affirmation still keeps you up at night.
The alcohol and vibes bring you into an introspective mood. It’s times like these when you think back to why you decided to take the plunge and chase after your childhood ambition – parents, colleagues, friends be damned!
Well, you made an exception for Ryujin, who’s three cans down and poking your shoulder while squinting hard at your face.
“C’mon,” she whines.
“No,” you reply, taking a swig of beer. Ryujin lets out a weary sigh (girl does a sick Chewbacca impression) and pokes your shoulder again.
“You never tell anyone.”
“There’s,” you pause to gulp down some more beer, “a reason for that.”
“But you tell me everything!”
That gets you thinking.
She’s right. The two of you have been friends since freshman year in college. You’ve supported her through her lesbian awakening and become a staunch ally. She’s nursed you through countless heartbreaks. The shared trauma was instrumental in forging an ironclad bond – two losers grasping at each other to stay afloat. So there’s very little the two of you don’t share with each other.
Which becomes a sore point for Ryujin when, on one fine day, seemingly out of nowhere, you announced very loudly in the living room that you tendered your resignation from your dead-end job at the tax office.
And then you declared that you will become, and she quotes, “The greatest writer since Frank Herbert.”
To say that it took her by surprise would be an understatement. Sure, you dabbled in some writing competitions back in the day and you loved to read, but your life trajectory afterwards was firmly arcing towards death by corporate.
There was a lot of screaming and shouting and shoving that day, and then a lot of crying and hugging and stuff like “bros for life” and “fucking hell yeah let’s follow our dreams” type shit as the night wore on.
But still no explanation as to why you did it. Taking on the mantle of a struggling artist isn’t for shits and giggles. Ryujin would know, since she’s treading a similar path. You know her reason: she’s been banging on pots and pans since she was a baby, and the obsession with percussive instruments had only grown from then on. For Ryujin, joining a rock band was less about wanting to make it big (though she wouldn’t mind if some groupies slid into her DMs) and more about staying sane in this mad, mad world.
So she pokes and prods and whines some more.
“Fine, I’ll tell you!”
Ryujin stops her tantrum and stares at you. “I didn’t think you’d actually fold, heh.”
You look away for a moment. “Just…just don’t laugh, okay?”
“Scout’s honour,” she replied, slamming a fist on her chest.
***
You think you’re underwater, but you’re not. The air is thick like jelly, making every movement slow and cumbersome. The sound of a horn blares in the distance and you swear you can see the sound waves ripple from the idling train. You check the soles of your shoes for scuff marks and find none, which is odd. You swear you’ve been walking for hours to get to the station. But then again, you don’t remember arriving here in the first place.
There’s a girl standing to your right. Her features ebb and flow like everything else in this aquatic-but-not space. But some things stay fixed in place – the short black hair and the cat-like slant of her eyes. She looks straight ahead, and you feel strings tightening around your heart as she turns to stare at you.
“It’s now or never, right?” You drag the words out of your mouth despite the pain in your chest.
“Yeah,” the girl replies. Her voice is smooth like velvet, quelling some of your discomfort.
“I’m scared.”
An easy smile spreads across her face. “That’s okay. Let’s be scared together.” She reaches out a hand and you grasp it.
The two of you step into the waiting train.
And then you wake up.
***
“So, was she hot?”
Ryujin yelps as you land a solid punch on her arm. Not her dominant arm, because you’re not an asshole. But definitely on the side with the freshly-inked sleeve.
“Get serious, I’m baring my soul here!”
She lets out a cackle and dodges some more punches.
“Okay, okay, I’ll stop,” Ryujin chuckles as she raises her hands in surrender. “So, if I’m getting this right, you dreamt about some hottie.” She shields her arm pre-emptively.
“And this inspired you to—”
“Yep, to become a writer.” You nod as you purse your lips, waiting for the inevitable reaction.
“I think that’s pretty fucking cool.”
“Yeah I know it's dumb— wait, did you say it’s cool?”
“Hell yeah, dude! I think,” she pauses to collect her thoughts, “dreams are important. Gives us a purpose in life, you know?”
For a second, you almost reach over to hug your best friend.
“And who’s going to say no to a dreamy baddie?” You fling the now-empty can of beer at Ryujin’s general direction. But she swats it out of the air mid-flight. Stupid drummer reflexes.
"Anyways, enough pre-gaming." Ryujin stands, tossing the empty cans into the cooler. "Why don't we hit the bar and get this party started for real?"
“You know I don’t do crowds,” you mutter as you help Ryujin clean up.
She nudges you with an elbow. “Just for tonight. And who knows, maybe we can find you a real girl to obsess over?”
***
Which came first: the chicken or the egg?
You find yourself seriously considering the riddle thanks to the rather loud couple initiating the discussion right beside you. Oh, and because you’d rather be anywhere else than this bar.
Once again, you wish you didn’t take Ryujin up on going out tonight, but your best friend was quite persuasive, dragging you via headlock over to this fine establishment. It’s not even a quiet and chill bar, but one of those ‘bars’ with an open dance floor heaving with a sea of bodies no thanks to the DJ currently nodding their head while playing some tunes to fit the theme for this evening.
Mambo Night. God, as if you can’t feel any older.
There you are, leaning over the bar table proper, gin and tonic in hand. Wincing every now and again as an overbearing guy (way to perpetuate the stereotype, buddy) bulldozes his way through his answer (egg), leaving his date silent and sporting a thin-lipped smile that seems to slip down her face with every word.
Not that discussing the question would ever amount to anything useful. You bet you could argue either side and come out on top. You stir the tiny plastic stick in your cocktail glass round and round. The chicken and egg question is ultimately a circular question – the egg has to be laid by a chicken. Sure. But the chicken has to come from an egg, right?
And just like neither the chicken nor the egg truly comes ‘first’, you’ve found joy in putting your all in the rather circuitous writing journey, rather than focusing on the destination. At least that’s what you kept telling yourself as your editor hounded you over deadlines on an almost daily basis for a year.
And look where that got you.
It’s definitely not the way you envisioned yourself celebrating finishing your first novel, but you try to put a positive spin on things. You learned to find peace and happiness in the act of writing itself, so the fucking amazing win – as Ryujin eloquently puts it – doesn’t really feel like such a big deal in your mind.
Speaking of your best friend. Out of the corner of your eye, you spot Ryujin, ever the party animal, throwing back what her mother had given her with a group of women who seem inebriated enough for the night’s proceedings. A couple of the women are even giving her some cheeky slaps on her behind. Now there’s someone having fun. Ryujin arches her back teasingly and throws a wink in your direction. You reply with a half-hearted wave of your drink.
A light buzz starts forming in your head, and you’re pretty sure the couple beside you are starting to get as tipsy as you are, if their floaty voices and slurred vowels are any indication. And the girl is now taking the upper hand in the debate – thank fuck – with a frankly inspired point about a possible ancestor to chickens, rendering the guy speechless.
You give yourself a mental pat on the back for predicting the outcome of the conversation. The couple disappears into the dance floor, and your eyes follow them until you turn your head to—
See her.
Wait, her?!
The redhead with the thin waist and wide hips is pretty, swaying along to the beat of Rick Astley’s ‘Together Forever’. But she’s not the one that has your soul in a death grip.
It’s the girl right behind the redhead, grinding on her ass.
Black hair, tousled and messy, though each strand looking like they were placed just right by some unseen stylist. Bright red lips curled into a smirk, tongue blepping out as she focuses on gyrating in time with her dance partner.
Those eyes. Shaped like a cat’s, and they flick to train onto yours. Like a chicken hunting an egg.
…which came first again?
***
“Ryujin, Ryu, oh god, fucking fuck—”
Slap. “You need to chill out.”
“But Ryu, how the fuh,” you stumble over yourself as words continue to pour out of your mouth, “how the fuck is the egg coming before the chick—”
Another slap. Harder this time, your best friend winding up for the second one like prime Nic Cage in that one indie movie. You almost fall over the chair, that slap bringing you to your senses, though you swear your ear is now ringing to the tune of Mozart’s Requiem in D minor.
You remember scrambling over to find Ryujin, flailing arms knocking over the bodies on the dance floor as you sought your best friend to tell her about the girl. Then you realised that it was probably a bad idea to tell Ryujin that you saw someone who you only ever knew from your dreams. She would have laughed in your face and told you to stop drinking.
Because it’s not possible, right? Dreams are based on our own experiences – what we’ve seen, what we’ve heard, what we’ve done, and what’s been done to us. There is no way that this person can share the exact same face and—
Ryujin raises her arm again and the threat of a third slap derails your train of thought. So you take in a couple of deep breaths and nod as Ryujin mentions something about heading outside to cool off.
But surely the gods are playing a cosmic prank on you, because as you get halfway up from the chair, she emerges out of thin air and grasps your shoulder gently.
“Everything okay?” Wow, even her voice is the same velvet rushing into your ears, making you shiver. She gives you a once-over, a look of concern etched on her face. Right, she did see you have a mental breakdown in the middle of a fucking bar. What a wonderful way to be introduced to the literal girl of your dreams.
“Yeji?! What are you doing here?” Ryujin stares right past you as her face lights up with recognition.
Dream girl – Yeji, because of course she has a name – looks up and her face brightens. Ryujin pulls her into a big hug. You squint at them both, wondering whether this is all an elaborate prank by your roommate. Probably not, but you wouldn’t put it past her.
“I was just dancing with Yuna earlier, it’s her birthday,” dream girl – Yeji, you remind yourself again – answers, slightly out of breath as she extricates herself from Ryujin’s bear grip. Your best friend must have sensed the confusion in your look because she turns Yeji to face you and smiles brightly.
“Yeji, meet my bestie! Bestie, meet Yeji. She’s the lead guitar player in our band.” You give your best attempt at a friendly smile and grab her outstretched hand. Honestly, you’re still reeling at the fact that Ryujin and your dream girl know each other.
So when calloused fingers wrap around yours, it takes all of your willpower to not melt into a puddle in that very spot. Then you realise you’ve been holding onto her hand for way too long, so you hastily let go. On her part, Yeji keeps staring at you with a weird look in her eyes as you blush deeply.
“Can you, like, make sure my friend doesn’t die?” Ryujin asks, pushing you towards Yeji. “I’m gonna head back to the dance floor.” She spares you a final glance. “Don’t worry, you’re in good hands!”
So much for being a best friend, you think to yourself, as Ryujin skips happily back to the gaggle of women who cheer at her return.
“You don’t have to go outside with me. I just need some fresh air,” you mutter, unable to quite meet Yeji’s gaze.
“That’s alright. I think I need some fresh air too.” Yeji smiles at you, and you swear you will do anything to keep that smile on her face.
***
If only you realised sooner that Yeji’s idea of fresh air is pinning you to the wall of the alleyway beside the bar and sucking all the breath from your lungs.
You’re learning a lot about someone who, until this very night, only existed in your dreams. For one, she’s a very good kisser. She nibbles on your lower lip and flicks her tongue teasingly inside your mouth. You don’t even have the presence of mind to kiss back because one of her hands digs into your scalp, the pleasing burn doing unholy things to your sanity as the other hand presses on your stomach.
She rolls her hips, the friction on your crotch making you moan into her mouth. Yeji pulls away from the kiss, a thin string of saliva linking your lips to hers.
“Do you—,” you let out another moan as Yeji’s hand lowers to cup your painfully tight bulge. “Do you do this to everyone you meet?”
She considers the question for a moment, before leaning forward to whisper into your ear. “Only the cute ones.”
You want to push her off, to ask if this is all real, if she is real. But another embarrassing moan escapes your lips as Yeji tightens her grip on your scalp. And all rational thought flees.
“My place?” You nod.
***
There are a few stereotypes about musicians and their houses, and Yeji ticks all the boxes. Warm lighting, band posters blu-tacked onto the walls, a turntable with a slowly spinning vinyl crooning some HONNE. Of course, you only notice these details after the deed was done.
As much as Yeji is in a rush to pull down your pants and slurp the soul out of your balls like a slushie through a straw, you need to take some control of the rapidly escalating situation before you go insane. With all the willpower you can muster, you push an amused Yeji onto the bed and proceed to pull her skirt off — not an easy feat given they clung to her thighs like a second skin.
Those strong, rough fingers dig again into your scalp as you flatten your tongue against her clothed core and lick slowly. It isn’t like you to take your time when eating a girl out. But then again this isn’t just any girl. You were determined to show Yeji a good time, and an aching jaw is a sacrifice you’re willing to make to make it happen.
You pull the soaked fabric to the side, but you pause to look up for approval. Yeji’s eyes shone with eagerness – as good a green light as any. She slaps a palm to her mouth to muffle a moan as you settle into an unrelenting pace, alternating between licking and sucking her slick faster than she can handle.
Whimpering at the taste of her arousal, you grind your hips downwards to get any sort of friction to relieve the effect it has on your erection. But there's nothing but soft sheets beneath you – hardly an ideal surface. So you remain untouched and painfully throbbing.
She keeps pulling and moaning and you decide to finish her off. Your fingers slip inside rather easily as you curl them upwards and continuously hit a spot that seems to agree with her. You can tell by the way she squeezes your head between her slim thighs – gosh, those muscles are to die for.
You suck strongly at her clit and that has her bucking upwards while squirting all over your face. Her climax lasts for a bit and you gently lap your tongue against her as she rides it out, hips shaking and thighs clenching.
It takes you a while to stretch out the kinks that had formed in your neck while you ate Yeji out, but it was so worth the view in front of you. Splayed out over the bed, chest heaving, arms covering her face, legs spread open in an M-shape, thigh-high stockings rounding off the heavenly vision.
A flash of pride surges through you as you realise – yeah, you did that.
Yeji peeks from between her arms and lets out an airy laugh. “Do you do that to every girl you meet?”
“Only the cute ones,” you wink as you wipe her release from your chin. She gives you an odd look before laughing again.
“You’re making a very good first impression.” And with that, she pulls off her mesh top and unbuckles her bra.
For the second time that day, you find yourself pinned by Yeji – this time against a headboard instead of a mossy brick wall in an alleyway. She kisses you with urgency, and this time you respond in kind, keeping her flush against you with one arm around her back.
Yeji pulls away briefly as her hands undo your belt and you help by lifting your hips up, kicking off your pants. She dives back in with an open-mouthed kiss and you meet her pace, your lips slotting into hers. She pulls away again as she leans to the side, ripping open the cupboard beside the bed and fishing out a condom.
You shamelessly stroke yourself to full hardness as you ogle her taut abs, admiring the product of undoubted self-discipline and hard work. She rips open the packaging with her teeth and rolls the condom expertly down your length, humming in satisfaction at the way you twitch in her hands.
Wanting to distract from how responsive you are to her touch, and definitely not wanting to finish so quickly inside her, you settle your fingers against her core, rubbing tight circles over her clit. Yeji slaps your hands away, or she tries to, but you got that dawg in you (as your best friend would put it) and it wants to show your dream girl an amazing time in bed.
“I’m more than ready,” she huffs, but it falls on deaf ears.
“Just a little longer.” You slip your fingers inside her once again, and she quickly rides your hand, face pressed into the crook of your neck as you curl your fingers rhythmically. When she starts to press her thighs together, you pull your fingers away and lift her hips down onto your swollen member.
You can’t help but observe the way she bites her lip to stifle a moan as she stretches around you. Her arms wrap around your neck as she sinks deeper. And while it feels so, so good for you, you’re worried about hurting her, so you rub her back and whisper quiet comfort into her ear.
As if reading your mind, Yeji rests her chin on your shoulder and whispers, “M’fine, just go slow, please?” Of course you’ll go as slow as she wants to. So you wait for a couple of beats before slowly rocking your hips.
Shallow thrusts, slow enough to not cause pain but just enough to make the pleasure mount. By the small gasps into your ear, it seems to be working. It’s so tender, so different from the fiery kisses earlier, but no less pleasurable and exciting for you.
It’s also unreal. It’s like Yeji has walked out of the train station dreamscape and right into your life in the most insane way possible. And now she’s slamming her hips down while you meet her with upwards thrusts.
“This…this is real, right?” Her hips slow for a moment, head cocked to the side as she raises a hand to cup your cheek. She clocks the desperation in your voice and smiles gently to ease your mind.
“So—,” Yeji grunts as she picks up the pace, “so fucking real, writer boy.” You gasp at the nickname, and gasp again as her hips settle on a brutal rhythm, her words temporarily forgotten.
You tighten your hold on her hips to thrust harder, intent on chasing your own pleasure. She grinds down in reply, twisting her hips, her face a study in focus as her tongue bleps out in the same adorable way as it did on the dance floor earlier.
Then it’s finally your turn to break, thighs shaking as you spill into her at the same time as she clenches hard around you, flooding your crotch with more release.
***
“Can we talk about it?”
“...”
Yeji doesn’t quite meet your eyes, electing to run a hand over one of the many band posters that cover the walls of her living room. Her fingers trail over the Arctic Monkeys, detouring downwards to UFO, before grazing against Dire Straits.
“Yeji…”
More silence.
“...please?”
She finally turns to look at you with a sigh. The tightness in your chest just won’t go away, and you desperately need some answers from the person who just blurted out something she couldn’t have known.
The post-nut clarity has transformed the initial shock of meeting Yeji and the high of sex into a devastating crash. You feel like you’re back in that dreamscape from long ago, thrust into deep waters and sinking helplessly toward the bottom.
Her voice pulls you out of your reverie. “W-would you believe me if I told you that I’ve been crushing on you for a while now?”
“What?!” You try to keep the incredulity from your voice.
“Let me explain,” she sighs shakily as she sits cross-legged on the other end of the sofa in the living room. The two of you had hastily donned some oversized t-shirts and shorts from Yeji’s wardrobe after the abrupt end to the bedroom tryst.
To call it awkward would be an understatement, the two of you barely able to look at one another until you broke the ice. And you sure as hell are not planning on leaving until you get some answers.
So Yeji spills the beans. For some reason, Ryujin had appointed herself as your unofficial publicist, yapping to her bandmates about you and your novel. She even shared some draft chapters, the very ones she swore up and down to keep a secret. That little shit.
“And, umm, please don’t judge me too hard for this…” You raise an eyebrow at her. If what she says next tops the previous stuff, your heart rate might go into the quadruple digits.
“I’ve been writing my own stuff. Songs, I mean. For a while now,” she admits while staring a hole into the Dire Straits poster.
“The band thing with Ryujin is great, but we only ever perform covers. It’s a safe and fun thing to do, and I’ve been telling myself that’s all I’ll ever amount to – that I’m not good enough to branch out solo and play my own songs. That it’s stupid to even try.”
You keep quiet, because her insecurities sound painfully familiar to yours. You remember a time when you would doubt your writing skills, hell, your ability to string together letters into coherent words and sentences that others would want to read. A nagging voice in your head, always making you second-guess yourself.
Dream Yeji was the one who dispelled that voice. Dream Yeji held your hand, expressed her own fears, and believed in you anyways. Dream Yeji spurred you to start on your first novel. And now, the real Yeji is pouring her heart out to you.
“Then Ryujin showed me your drafts. And I had to read more, so I found some snippets you posted online a while back,” she mutters as her voice trails towards the end. “Loved those.”
She even read the shitty snippets. The ones you uploaded during a moment of weakness when you craved external validation. You feel like crawling under a rock and dying from shame, but Yeji powers on.
“I’ve been – God, this sounds so parasocial – I’ve been lowkey obsessed with you, the idea of you. This guy who had the guts to do what I’ve been too scared to do.”
Her eyes now shining, she scoots closer to you and her words now hold a hint of pleading. “Don’t you get it? You’re someone who quit the safe thing and went all in on your dreams. And I thought, who the fuck does that?”
She swallows, her voice now quivering as she speaks faster. “And then I thought, I want to do that too. So yeah. And then you were right there, in the bar, and Ryujin said your name and—”
“You decided to invite him over to your apartment to fuck his brains out,” you tease gently, and that seems to have eased her mind. Yeji giggles softly, and you feel the tension in your chest slowly release.
“Yeah, that. God, I’m crazy, aren’t I?” She dabs her eyes with the hem of her tee.
You inch closer, laying a hand over hers. “Umm, I have an even crazier story to tell you.”
So you tell her about the dream you had a long time ago. About the train station. About the girl who was the spitting image of her and how she smiled at you with radiant eyes pressed into cute crescents as she stepped into the train with you.
And most importantly, about the words she said to you.
The two of you are now sitting face to face. Yeji’s fingers intertwined in yours as she leans forward, drinking in your every word.
“I think about it. Every time. What you— I mean, what the dream version of you said to me.” You squeeze her hand gently. “She was scared too, but she chose to move forward. And I thought that if she believes in me, then maybe I can believe in me too.”
“Wow, dream me was a badass. ‘Let’s be scared together’? Now I wanna meet her too,” she jokes.
“You have no idea. Real you is pretty badass too.”
“Back at you. So happy you turned out to be cute,” she giggles, squeezing your cheek gently.
“Hah, I got lucky. I knew you were cute even before I met you!”
Yeji pouts. “Touché. But now I know you’re really good in bed.” That got you blushing hard.
The two of you sit in your shared feelings for a while, appreciating the comfortable silence that settles over the living room. Yeji then stretches her limbs, yawning as she checks the time on her phone. “So what now, writer boy?”
“I don’t know.” You pause, looking down at your hands. “Chicken or egg?”
“Excuse me?” Yeji blinks.
“You know, that chicken or egg question. Which came first?” You look up expectantly.
“Chicken. Because I love me some fried chicken and soju,” Yeji replies, patting her rumbling belly.
“Now you’re making me hungry.”
“Good.” She puts in an order for some food on her phone. “While we wait, I want to learn more about my mysterious writer crush, and you can learn more about your dream girl.”
BamBam parked his car a little way down the street from Seulgi’s apartment building, a slow, confident smile spreading across his face. He checked his reflection in the rearview mirror, running a hand through his styled hair. He was feeling good. He was thinking about the last time he was here, about a week ago. Seulgi had been fucking insatiable.
They’d fucked on her couch, then in her shower, and finally passed out in her bed, exhausted and sticky. She was a quiet one in public, but behind closed doors, the woman was a fucking animal. A sexy, fit, incredibly flexible animal.
He was sure tonight was going to be a repeat of last night's performance. Her text had been simple but clear: "Come over. I'm lonely." He knew what that meant. He adjusted himself in his jeans, already feeling himself get hard just from the anticipation, and got out of the car.
He walked up to her door, his mind filled with images of her body—those toned legs wrapped around his back, the way her perky tits bounced when she rode him. He didn't bother texting that he was here; he just knocked, the grin still on his face.
The door swung open almost immediately, and the sight that greeted him made his brain short-circuit for a second.
Seulgi was standing there, leaning against the doorframe. She was wearing nothing but a short, black silk bathrobe. It was tied loosely around her waist, and the deep V of the neckline plunged down, revealing a generous amount of cleavage and the smooth, creamy tops of her breasts. The robe was so short that it barely covered her ass, showing off her long, muscular legs all the way up to her milky-white inner thighs. He was pretty fucking sure she was completely naked underneath. He could smell her perfume, something light and floral, mixed with the clean scent of her just-showered skin.
He gulped, his eyes dragging slowly from her face, down her body, and back up again. "Fuck, Seulgi," he managed to say, his voice a little hoarse.
She gave him a slow, knowing smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She didn't say a word. Instead, she reached out, her small hand grabbing his, and pulled him inside. Her grip was surprisingly strong. She kicked the door shut behind him with her bare foot, the sound echoing in the quiet apartment.
The living room was dimly lit, with just a couple of lamps on. It was clean and modern, just like he remembered.
"Sit," she said, her voice a low, smooth command. She gently pushed him down onto the large, comfortable sofa. "I'll get you a drink. Beer?"
He just nodded, his eyes glued to her as she walked towards the open-plan kitchen. His gaze dropped to her ass. The short robe did nothing to hide its shape. With every step, the silk clung to the perfect, round curves. She bent over in front of the refrigerator, reaching for a bottle, and the robe rode up even higher, giving him a breathtaking, almost-full view of her bare ass cheeks. He felt his cock swell painfully against his zipper. This was going to be a great fucking night.
He jumped, startled. "Yah! Seulgi?" he said, confused. But he could still see Seulgi in the kitchen, pouring a beer into a glass. His heart started to beat faster. Who the hell else was here?
"Guess who?" a voice whispered. It wasn't Seulgi's. It was higher, sweeter.
Before he could even process it, the hands were gone. He blinked, his eyes adjusting to the light again.
And then he was completely, utterly dumbfounded.
Standing in front of him, next to a smirking Seulgi who was now holding his beer, were two other women. Winter and Yeji.
Winter was wearing a tiny, white lace robe that was completely see-through. He could clearly see the outline of her small, pert breasts and the dark tips of her nipples through the fabric. The robe was tied loosely, barely containing her body, and it ended high on her thighs. Yeji was in a similar outfit, but in red satin. It was slightly longer, but she had left it completely open, not even bothering to tie it. She was standing there completely naked underneath, showing off her incredibly toned stomach, her flat, defined abs, and her smooth, hairless pussy. Her long, fox-like eyes were locked on him, a hungry smile on her lips.
His mouth fell open. He looked from one stunning, sexy face to another. Seulgi, with her girl-next-door smile and a body built for sin. Yeji, the fierce dancer with a predator's gaze and a body that was pure muscle and grace. Winter, the ice princess with a hidden, filthy mouth and a surprisingly wild side.
Seulgi handed him the glass of beer. Her fingers brushed against his, sending a jolt through his system.
"We were talking," Seulgi said, her voice still calm and smooth. "And we realized we all had something in common."
Yeji took a step forward, her open robe swaying. "We've all had a taste of you." She let her eyes roam down his body, stopping at the pronounced bulge in his pants.
Winter moved to his other side, sitting on the arm of the sofa. She leaned over, her see-through robe gaping open to give him a perfect view of her breasts. "And we were thinking," she purred, "why should we have to take turns?"
BamBam just sat there, completely frozen, his drink forgotten in his hand. This wasn't just a great night. This was a fucking fantasy he never knew he had. And it was staring him right in the face.
BamBam just stared, his brain completely blank. He couldn't form a single word. He looked like a deer caught in the headlights of the sexiest, most dangerous truck imaginable.
The three women watched his stunned silence, and their smiles widened. A light, musical laugh escaped Winter's lips. "Look at him," she said, her voice sweet as poison. "He's speechless."
Seulgi, who was still holding his beer, took the glass from his limp hand and placed it on the coffee table. She leaned down, her face close to his, the neck of her robe gaping open. "We broke him," she said with a fake pout. "I don't think he was expecting a party."
That seemed to break the spell. He finally found his voice, though it was a croak. "I... what... how...?"
Instead of answering, they decided to show him.
Winter stood up from the arm of the sofa. With her eyes locked on his, she slowly, deliberately, untied the belt of her sheer white robe. She let it slide off her shoulders. It pooled at her feet, leaving her completely naked. Her body was slim and pale, her breasts small and high with dark, hard nipples. She turned around, giving him a view of her tight, perfect ass before she walked over to the stereo system and put on some slow, pulsing R&B music.
Yeji was next. She didn't have a belt to untie, since her red robe was already open. She simply shrugged it off, letting it fall to the floor. Her body was a masterpiece of toned muscle. Her abs were defined, her legs long and powerful. She ran her hands over her own stomach and up to her small, firm breasts, pinching her own nipples as she watched him. Then she began to move, a slow, sensual dance to the music, her hips swaying, her hands running through her long hair.
Seulgi was the last. She stood in front of him and slowly pulled the tie on her black robe. She opened it just a little, then a little more, teasing him with glimpses of her smooth skin. Finally, she let it fall open and shrugged it off. Her body was different from the others—softer, with fuller breasts and rounder hips, but just as fit. She was completely bare underneath, just as he had guessed. She kicked the robe away and joined Yeji, moving in time with the music, her eyes never leaving his.
BamBam felt like he couldn't breathe. He was hard as a rock, his dick straining painfully against his jeans. He was getting a private strip show from three of the hottest idols in the industry. It was the most unreal, fucking amazing moment of his life.
The three of them danced for a minute, touching themselves and each other lightly, putting on a show just for him. Then, as if on some silent signal, they all moved towards him at once.
Winter came to his right side, sliding onto the couch next to him. Yeji took the left. Seulgi, with a confident smile, simply climbed onto the sofa, straddling his lap, her knees on either side of his hips. Her bare pussy was pressed against the rough fabric of his jeans, separated by just a thin layer of denim. He could feel her heat.
He was surrounded.
Winter's slender fingers began to unbutton his shirt. "You look so tense, oppa," she whispered, her breath warm against his neck.
Yeji's strong hands were on his shoulders, massaging them, her naked body pressed against his arm. "We're going to take care of you," she said, her voice a low purr.
Seulgi, sitting in his lap, leaned forward until her breasts were in his face. She traced his lips with her finger. "We had a meeting," she said, her voice soft but firm. "The three of us. We talked about you. About how good you are. About how you fuck."
Winter's hands had his shirt open now. She ran her nails lightly down his chest, making him shiver. "We got a little jealous," she admitted. "We didn't want to share you. But then we thought... why share? Why not just... combine our resources?"
Yeji's hand slid down his stomach, her fingers toying with the waistband of his jeans. "So we made a decision," she said. Her hand slipped inside, her fingers brushing against the hard length of his cock through his boxers. He jerked at the touch. "For the next three days, we are yours."
Seulgi cupped his face, forcing him to look into her eyes. "We've all cleared our schedules. No practices. No appointments. Nothing. For seventy-two hours, the four of us are not leaving this apartment."
Winter leaned in, her nipple brushing against his ear. "You can use us," she breathed. "Any way you want. Whenever you want. Wherever you want."
Yeji's hand was now stroking him firmly through his boxers. "You can fuck Seulgi on the kitchen counter. You can bend Winter over the balcony. You can have me on this floor. All at the same time, or one by one. It's your choice."
Seulgi ground her hips down on his lap, a slow, circular motion. "We are here to serve you, BamBam. For three days, we are your personal toys. Our only job is to make you cum, again and again and again."
BamBam's head was spinning. This wasn't just a fantasy. This was a fucking takeover. Three gorgeous, powerful women had conspired to turn themselves into his personal harem. He looked at their faces, saw the serious, hungry intent in their eyes. They meant every word.
He finally found his voice, thick with desire. "Three days?" he managed to ask.
Seulgi smiled, a slow, wicked, promising smile. She leaned in and kissed him, deep and slow. When she pulled back, all three of them spoke in near-unison, their voices a seductive chorus.
"Three days."
BamBam’s brain had officially short-circuited. The words “three days” echoed in his head, but they were drowned out by the overwhelming sensory input. He was surrounded by warm, soft, naked skin and the intoxicating mix of their perfumes.
The moment the words left their mouths, they began their coordinated attack.
On his right, Winter pressed her entire body against his side. Her small, firm breasts flattened against his arm. She turned her head and began to kiss his neck, her lips soft and insistent. It wasn’t a gentle peck; she was sucking and nibbling on the sensitive skin just below his ear, sending sharp, electric jolts straight to his dick. Her tongue darted out, tasting him, and she let out a soft, hungry hum that vibrated against his skin.
On his left, Yeji mirrored the action. Her body was hotter, her muscles more defined against him. Where Winter’s kisses were delicate and teasing, Yeji’s were more aggressive. She bit down playfully on the cord of his neck, her teeth sending a spike of pleasure-pain through him. Her hand, which had been on his shoulder, slid down his chest, her nails lightly scratching through his chest hair.
His own hands, which had been lying uselessly at his sides, were commandeered. Almost as if by instinct, or perhaps because they guided him without words, his palms found the ass cheeks of the women on either side of him. His right hand cupped Winter’s small, tight ass, squeezing the firm, pale flesh. His left hand groped Yeji’s more muscular, toned cheek. He kneaded them, his fingers digging into their soft, yet resilient skin. They both moaned into his neck in response, grinding their hips against his sides.
While this was happening, Seulgi, the commander in his lap, took charge of the main event. With a confident, knowing smile, she shifted her weight back,
sliding off his lap to kneel on the floor between his legs. Her eyes, dark and full of intent, never left his.
Her hands went to his belt. She made quick work of the buckle, the metallic clink loud in the room. Then she undid the button of his jeans. The sound of the zipper coming down was slow and deliberate. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his jeans and his black boxer briefs and tugged them down in one smooth, powerful motion.
His cock sprang free.
It was thick, long, and already fully erect, standing straight up against his stomach. The head was a dark, flushed purple, swollen with blood and beading with a drop of precum. A vein ran along the underside, pulsing with his heartbeat.
For a moment, all movement stopped. The nibbling on his neck ceased. The groping of his ass paused. The three women stared at his exposed cock, a collective, sharp intake of breath filling the air.
“God damn,” Yeji whispered, her voice full of genuine awe.
“It’s even bigger than I remembered,” Winter breathed, her eyes wide.
Seulgi, still on her knees between his legs, was the closest. A slow, appreciative smile spread across her face. “Perfect,” she purred. She reached out with one hand, her fingers wrapping around the base of his shaft. Her touch was firm and cool. She gave him one long, slow stroke, from the root to the tip, her thumb smearing the precum over the sensitive head.
BamBam groaned, his head falling back against the couch. The feeling of her hand on him, combined with the two naked women worshiping his neck, was almost too much to bear.
As Seulgi began to stroke him with a steady rhythm, Yeji and Winter renewed their assault with fresh fervor. Their hands, which had been on his chest, moved to the hem of his t-shirt.
“This needs to go,” Yeji stated, her voice husky.
Together, they pulled the shirt up his body. He lifted his arms automatically, and they tugged it over his head and tossed it aside. Now his torso was bare, revealing his lean, ripped physique. His abdominal muscles were sharply defined, and his chest was broad.
Winter immediately leaned down and began tracing the lines of his abs with her tongue, licking a path from his navel up to his chest. Yeji, meanwhile, attacked one of his nipples, sucking it into her mouth and flicking it rapidly with her tongue.
He was being devoured from all sides. Seulgi’s hand was a perfect, slick fist around his cock, pumping him steadily. Winter’s mouth was on his stomach, her small hands roaming his chest. Yeji’s mouth was on his nipple, one of her hands tangled in his hair, the other still groping his own hand on her ass.
He was surrounded, outnumbered, and completely at their mercy. And he had never been harder in his entire life. The view was unbelievable: Seulgi’s focused face as she worked his dick, Winter’s naked back arched as she kissed his torso, Yeji’s intense gaze as she sucked on his chest. He was in the middle of a wet, hot, naked idol sandwich, and he was the main fucking course.
Seulgi’s hand was a fucking masterpiece of rhythm and pressure. She stroked his cock with a slow, deliberate pace, her fist a tight, wet channel from the base all the way to the swollen head. Every time her palm reached the tip, she would twist her wrist slightly, applying a delicious friction to the most sensitive part. Her other hand wasn't idle; it cupped his balls, weighing them, rolling them gently in her palm, her fingers occasionally tracing the sensitive seam behind them. The dual sensation was maddening—the relentless, building pleasure from her stroking and the deep, electric shocks from her fondling of his balls.
Above his waist, Winter and Yeji were conducting their own symphony of torture. Winter’s tongue was a wet, hot point of fire tracing every single ridge of his abdominal muscles. She licked from the hard V-lines leading down to his groin, all the way up to the defined
slabs of his lower abs. She would pause to plant soft, open-mouthed kisses on his hip bones, her breath ghosting over the skin so close to where Seulgi was working.
Yeji was more aggressive. She had moved from his nipple to the other side of his chest, her mouth and teeth exploring the hard planes. She bit down on a pectoral muscle, not hard enough to break the skin, but with enough force to make him jolt and groan. Her tongue followed, soothing the sting, before she moved lower, her lips trailing a path down his sternum to meet Winter’s ministrations.
“You like that, BamBam-ah?” Yeji murmured against his skin, her voice a low, husky vibration. “You like us tasting every part of you?”
He could only manage a strangled groan, his hips bucking slightly into Seulgi’s relentless hand.
“I think he does,” Winter answered for him, her voice sweet but her actions filthy. She looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire. “His body is so tense. He’s trying so hard not to come all over Seulgi-unnie’s hand.” She then lowered her head and sucked a dark mark onto the sensitive skin just above his waistband, making him hiss.
Seulgi looked up from her position between his legs, a confident, wicked smirk on her face. Her strokes never faltered. “He’s holding up well. But we’ve only just started. This cock is too magnificent to waste on a quick handjob.” She increased her pace slightly, making him gasp. “Look at it. It’s a work of art. It deserves a proper worship session.”
The words “worship session” seemed to be a signal. Seulgi gave his cock one final, long stroke and then released him. He whimpered at the loss of contact. But the emptiness was short-lived.
Yeji and Winter immediately shifted their positions. They moved from his sides to join Seulgi on the floor, all three of them now kneeling between his spread legs, their faces level with his throbbing, slick cock.
For a moment, they just looked at it, their expressions a mix of hunger and professional appraisal.
“It’s so thick,” Winter said, reaching out to gently run her fingertips along the veined shaft. “My mouth is already watering.”
“The length is insane,” Yeji added, her hand wrapping around the base, her fingers not quite meeting. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen one like this.”
Seulgi, the de facto leader, laid out the plan. “Alright. We can’t all take it at once. So we’ll take turns with the parts. Winter, you take the head. You’re good with that delicate, sucking thing you do. Yeji, you work the shaft. Use your tongue on that big vein. I’ll handle the balls and the base. We’ll make him forget his own name.”
They moved in with a coordinated efficiency that was terrifying and unbelievably hot.
Winter leaned in first. Her pink lips parted, and she engulfed the swollen, purple head of his cock. She didn’t take him deep, just the top two inches. She created a perfect, tight seal with her lips and began to suck, her tongue fluttering rapidly against the frenulum—the spot Seulgi had been torturing earlier. A guttural, broken cry was torn from BamBam’s throat. Her technique was pure, focused pleasure, a relentless, suctioning attention to the most sensitive part of him.
As Winter sucked the head, Yeji went to work on the shaft. She leaned in and began to lick the length of him like it was an ice cream cone, her tongue broad and flat. She focused on the thick, prominent vein on the underside, tracing it from the middle all the way up to where Winter’s mouth was working. Then she’d open her mouth and take as much of the shaft as she could, not to deep-throat, but to run her tongue along the sides, coating him in her saliva, her hand stroking the part she couldn’t fit.
“Fuck, he tastes good,” Yeji moaned, coming up for air, her chin glistening.
Seulgi, true to her word, was at the base. She held his balls gently but firmly, massaging them while she licked and sucked the skin at the very root of his cock. She would take one of his balls into her mouth, rolling it with her tongue, then move to the other, her low, appreciative hums sending vibrations through his entire groin.
The three-way assault was utterly overwhelming. The sensation was not linear; it was a storm of different, simultaneous pleasures. The sharp, intense suction on his head from Winter, the wet, slick licking and stroking on his shaft from Yeji, and the deep, possessive sucking and massaging at his base from Seulgi.
“Oh my god… girls… I can’t…” BamBam gasped, his hands fisting in the couch cushions. His back was arched, and his entire body was trembling.
“Shhh, just enjoy it, BamBam-ah,” Seulgi cooed, her breath hot against his balls. “This is what you deserve.”
“His precum is so sweet,” Winter murmured, pulling off the head with a wet pop before diving back down.
“He’s leaking all over the place for us,” Yeji laughed, a dark, sexy sound, before she took him deep into her throat for a second, making him see stars.
They were a perfectly synchronized team, talking about him, praising his body, as they devoured him. They were in complete control, and he was just the lucky, overwhelmed recipient of their shared, hungry attention. He was lost in a sea of tongues, lips, and hands, and he never, ever wanted to be found.
BamBam’s head was spinning. The feeling was too much. He was trapped in the best possible way, a prisoner of three of the hottest women he had ever seen. He forced his eyes open, wanting to sear this image into his brain forever.
The view was fucking unbelievable.
There, between his legs, were three stunning faces, all focused on his cock. Their makeup was perfect, their hair was styled, and they looked like they had just walked off a music show stage. But instead of singing, their mouths were all over him.
Winter was in the middle, her eyes closed in concentration. She was bobbing her head up and down on the top half of his shaft. He could see his slick, hard flesh disappearing between her pink lips. Her hand was wrapped around the base, working in rhythm with her mouth. Every time she went down, she made a soft, wet sound that drove him crazy.
On his right, Yeji was looking right at him. Her fierce, cat-like eyes were locked on his face as she licked and sucked his balls. One of her hands was still on his stomach, her fingers rubbing his abs, tracing the muscles she had been kissing earlier. She would take one of his balls into her mouth and suck gently, her eyes never leaving his, a challenge and a promise in her gaze.
On his left, Seulgi was all business. She was focused on the base of his cock, right where it met his body. She was licking the skin there, slow and firm, like she was tasting something delicious. Her hands were on his thighs, holding him down, her grip strong. She was the one in control, and she knew it.
He had to capture this. This was a once-in-a-lifetime moment. A historic fucking moment.
With a hand that was shaking, he reached for his phone on the coffee table next to the couch. He fumbled with it, almost dropping it. The girls noticed his movement.
Seulgi looked up first. She saw the phone in his hand. Instead of getting angry or stopping, a slow, sexy smile spread across her face. She understood immediately.
“Yeah, BamBam-ah,” she purred, her voice husky. “Get your phone. Record this. You’ll want to remember this night.”
Winter heard her and pulled her mouth off his cock with a wet pop. She looked at the phone, then at his face. A blush crept up her neck, but she didn’t look away. Instead, she opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue, and gave the head of his cock a long, slow lick, right in the direction of the camera.
Yeji laughed, a low, thrilling sound. “Make sure you get a good shot,” she said. She then turned her head and deliberately took his entire ball sack into her mouth, sucking gently, her eyes staring right into the phone’s lens.
BamBam’s hands were trembling so hard he could barely hold the phone steady. He switched it to video mode and hit record. The red light came on.
He pointed it down, capturing the entire lewd, incredible scene. The screen showed three of the most famous and beautiful faces in K-pop, their lips and tongues all over his dick and balls. Winter went back to sucking the head, making sure to look up at the camera with her big, innocent eyes as she did it. Yeji was now licking his shaft from the balls all the
way up to where Winter’s mouth was, her tongue flat and wet. Seulgi was kissing and nibbling the skin on his inner thigh, her hand stroking the part of his shaft that wasn’t being used.
“Tell your fans what we’re doing, BamBam,” Yeji teased, her voice slightly muffled. “Tell them their idols are on their knees for you.”
“They’d pay millions for this view,” Winter added, coming up for air, her lips swollen and glistening.
Seulgi just looked into the camera, her expression one of pure, confident lust. She didn’t need to say anything. Her eyes said it all: This is ours. This is real.
BamBam kept recording, moving the phone slowly to capture every angle. He got a close-up of Winter’s lips stretched around his cock. He panned over to Yeji, who was now deep-throating him for a few seconds, her eyes watering but still looking at the camera. He zoomed in on Seulgi’s expert tongue working on his balls.
He was in heaven. This was power. This was a pleasure. This was a secret he would keep forever, a video that was more valuable than anything he owned.
The three women continued their worship, now fully playing to the camera, putting on a show just for him, making sure every second of the recording was pure, uncensored filth. They were giving him a memory and a video that was truly fucking priceless.
The three women pulled back, their lips and chins glistening with a slick layer of saliva. His cock was now shining wet, thoroughly lubricated by their combined efforts. It stood up, thick and hard, looking even bigger than before. The sight of it, polished by their mouths, made all three of them bite their lips in anticipation.
They stood up, towering over him where he lay on the couch. For a moment, they just looked at each other. There was a silent question in the air: who gets to go first?
Winter and Seulgi nodded. "Okay, on three," Seulgi said.
They put their hands behind their backs. "One... two... three!"
Three hands shot out. Yeji had paper. Winter had paper. Seulgi had a pair of scissors.
Seulgi smirked, a look of pure victory on her face. "Looks like I'm first."
Yeji and Winter groaned in frustration, but they were smiling. They weren't going far. Both of them climbed onto the wide sofa, squeezing in on either side of BamBam's head. Yeji leaned down, her face close to his.
"You better save some energy for us, BamBam-ah," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "Don't you dare be tired when she's done."
Winter nuzzled his cheek. "Yeah, oppa. We're not going anywhere. You have two more rounds after this."
His arms, which had been lying at his sides, came up and wrapped around their waists, pulling them closer. They were so warm, so soft. He was surrounded by them.
Yeji didn't wait. She crushed her mouth against his, her tongue pushing past his lips immediately. She kissed him hard and deep, like she was trying to steal his breath. He kissed her back just as fiercely, his tongue tangling with hers. He could taste a faint hint of himself on her lips.
While he was still kissing Yeji, Winter turned his face towards her. She was gentler. She pressed her soft lips to his, sucking on his bottom lip before sliding her tongue into his mouth. He turned his head to meet her,
kissing her deeply, one hand moving up to cup the back of her head. He was kissing Winter while Yeji started kissing and nibbling his neck.
He was switching between their mouths, one after the other. Kissing Yeji's fierce, demanding lips, then turning to taste Winter's softer, sweeter tongue. It was overwhelming. His senses were full of them—their taste, their smell, their soft skin under his hands.
Meanwhile, Seulgi was positioning herself. She straddled his hips, her knees on the couch on either side of his legs. She was facing him, so she had a perfect view of him kissing her two friends. The sight turned her on even more. She reached down between her legs, holding his slick cock steady. She was so wet, her own arousal mixing with their saliva on his shaft.
She couldn't wait any longer. She lowered herself slowly, rubbing the head of his cock up and down her wet slit, coating him in her own juices. She moaned, her head falling back. Then, with a sharp intake of breath, she pushed down, sheathing the head of his cock inside her.
"Fuck," she gasped.
This was the feeling she had been thinking about ever since the first time he fucked her. It was all she could think about sometimes, even when she was talking to her members or practicing on stage. The memory of this—the feeling of being stretched open, of being so completely full—would flash in her mind and make her whole body tingle. And now she had it again.
She sank down further, taking more of him inside her. It was a slow, tight fit. She was so hot and tight inside, a wet, clinging heat that made BamBam groan into Winter's mouth. Seulgi let out a long, shaky moan as she finally sat all the way down, his entire thick length buried deep inside her. She felt so full, so complete.
As Seulgi began to move, slowly rising and falling on his cock, BamBam's hands were busy with the other two. His left hand was on Yeji's ass, pulling her leggings and underwear to the side. His fingers found her pussy. She was already dripping wet. He slid one thick finger inside her easily. She was tight and hot around his finger, and she moaned loudly against his neck, her hips pushing back against his hand.
His right hand did the same to Winter. He pushed her skirt up and tugged her panties aside. Her pussy was just as wet, just as ready. He pushed a finger into her, and she gasped into his mouth, her kiss becoming more frantic, more desperate. He started moving his fingers, fucking both of them with his hands at the same rhythm that Seulgi was fucking herself on his cock.
He was surrounded by heat. The wet, tight heat of Seulgi's pussy sheathing his cock. The hot, gripping warmth of Yeji's pussy around his finger. The slick, velvety heat of Winter's pussy around his other finger. Three different sources of incredible, overwhelming sensation.
Yeji and Winter were both moaning now, kissing his face, his neck, his chest, as his fingers worked in and out of them. Seulgi was riding him harder, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps, her eyes locked on his.
He was buried in three of the sexiest idols, and he was fucking all of them at once. It was the most intense, most fucking incredible feeling of his life.
The feeling was fucking unbelievable. BamBam was at the center of a storm of pleasure. Seulgi was riding his cock, her tight, wet heat milking him with every up and down motion. His left hand was buried deep inside Yeji, his fingers curling and pumping, feeling her clench around him. His right hand was doing the same to Winter, her own slickness coating his fingers. He was fucking three women at once, and the sensory overload was almost too much to handle.
But he wasn't going to break. Not yet.
He could feel Seulgi starting to lose her rhythm, her movements becoming more frantic. He decided to take control. With a grunt, he suddenly sat up, his hands leaving Yeji and Winter for a moment, making them whimper in protest. He grabbed Seulgi by the hips, his grip firm.
"Hold on," he growled at her.
He flipped them both over in one swift motion, laying her on her back on the couch. Now he was on top, looming over her. He didn't waste a second. He drove his cock back into her in one hard, deep thrust, making her cry out. He set a new pace, fast and rough, pounding into her without mercy. The couch creaked loudly with every powerful thrust.
"Fuck! Yes! Like that!" Seulgi screamed, her nails digging into his shoulders. Her eyes were rolled back in her head, lost in the feeling of being taken so aggressively.
While he fucked Seulgi, his hands and mouth went back to the other two. Yeji and Winter had scrambled closer, pressing their bodies against his sides, desperate for his touch again.
His mouth found Yeji first. He leaned over and captured one of her breasts in his mouth. He sucked the hard nipple into his mouth, biting down on it gently. Yeji gasped, her back arching, pushing her tit harder into his face. "Yes, bite it," she moaned.
He moved to Winter next. exposing her small, perfect breast. Her nipple was a pale pink, already hard. He licked it, circling it with his tongue before sucking the whole thing into his mouth. Winter let out a high-pitched whimper, her hand tangling in his hair, holding him there.
There was a clear difference between them. Yeji's tits were a handful, full and heavy, with large, dark areolas. They felt amazing in his hands and mouth, soft and heavy. Winters were smaller, perkier, like perfect little mounds with tiny, sensitive buds. He loved the contrast. He went back and forth between them, sucking Yeji's perky tits, then licking and flicking Winter's bare nipple with the tip of his tongue.
At the same time, his hands went back between their legs. His fingers found their wetness again. He was rougher now, driven by the rhythm of his hips pounding into Seulgi. He fucked Yeji with two fingers, his thumb pressing hard on her clit. He did the same to Winter, his fingers moving in and out of her tight hole fast and deep.
The room was filled with the sounds of their moans and the wet, slapping sounds of skin on skin. He was a machine. His hips pistoned into Seulgi, his fingers pistoned into Yeji and Winter, and his mouth moved from one set of tits to the other.
"Don't stop! Don't stop!" Yeji chanted, her body starting to shake.
"I'm close! Oppa, I'm so close!" Winter cried, her voice breaking.
BamBam could feel Seulgi's pussy starting to clamp down on his cock, her orgasm building. He sucked hard on Winter's nipple and bit down on Yeji's nipple at the same time. He curled his fingers inside both of them, hitting that perfect spot.
That was all it took.
It happened almost at the same time.
Seulgi came first. A raw, screaming orgasm tore through her. Her back arched off the couch, and her pussy spasmed around his cock in violent, rhythmic pulses. "I'M CUMMING! FUCK!"
The feeling of her tight climax triggered the other two. Yeji's orgasm hit her like a wave. She let out a guttural scream, her body convulsing, her juices flooding his hand. Winter's was a sharp, shattered cry, her whole body tensing up before she collapsed against him, her pussy clenching around his fingers again and again.
All three women were climaxing because of him. Seulgi on his cock, Yeji and Winter on his fingers. Their bodies trembled and shuddered, their moans and screams mixing together into a symphony of pleasure. He kept fucking Seulgi through her orgasm, his fingers still working the other two, drawing out their pleasure until they were limp and gasping.
Finally, the last waves passed. Seulgi went boneless beneath him. Yeji and Winter slumped against the couch, their bodies slick with sweat, completely spent.
BamBam slowly pulled his fingers out of Yeji and Winter. Then he pulled his cock out of Seulgi. It was still rock hard, slick with her juices, throbbing and ready for more. He stood up, looking down at the three famous, beautiful idols lying wrecked and exhausted on the couch. They could barely move.
He smiled. He wasn't even close to being done. He had two more rounds to go, and he was going to enjoy every second of it.
BamBam stood over the three women, his chest heaving. His cock was still hard and slick, standing out from his body. He looked down at the scene on the couch. Seulgi, Yeji, and Winter were completely wrecked. Their bodies were limp, covered in a fine sheen of sweat, their hair a mess. They were breathing in ragged gasps, trying to recover from the powerful orgasms he had just given them.
He reached out and gave each of their asses a firm, possessive pat. The sound was a soft smack against their damp skin. They all flinched and let out weak, tired groans.
"Come on, girls," he said, his voice low and commanding. "The night's not over. Sit up. I want to see what I did to you."
Slowly, weakly, they pushed themselves up. They leaned back against the couch cushions, their legs falling open limply. The sight was fucking incredible. Three of the most famous and desirable idols in Korea, sitting with their thighs spread, showing him their pussies. And their pussies were a mess. They were swollen, red, and glistening wet. They were still twitching and pulsing from their recent orgasms. Little spasms would make their inner muscles clench around nothing. He had truly used them well.
He knelt on the floor in front of them, right between their legs. He was at eye level with their three perfect, used pussies. He just looked for a moment, admiring his work.
Then he started to tease them.
He leaned forward and blew a soft, cool stream of air over Seulgi's pussy. She jolted, a sharp gasp escaping her lips. Her oversensitive clit throbbed visibly.
"Ah! BamBam-ah..." she whimpered.
He ignored her and moved to Yeji. He didn't touch her with his hands. He just got close, his face inches from her wetness, and let her feel the heat of his breath. Yeji shuddered, her hips giving a tiny, involuntary thrust.
Then he turned to Winter. He leaned in and gave her pussy one slow, flat lick from her entrance all the way up to her clit. Her whole body tensed, and she let out a high-pitched cry. "Oh my god!"
He pulled back, a wicked smile on his face. All three of them were already squirming, their bodies responding even though they were exhausted.
"Alright," he said, his voice calm and in control. "New game. I'm going to pleasure you. All three of you. At the same time. My mouth and my hands."
He looked at each of their faces, seeing the mix of anticipation and fear. "The person who cums last... wins. The winner gets my cock next. She gets to be the one I fuck while the other two watch."
The rules were simple. The punishment for losing was having to wait. The reward for winning was getting his dick.
He didn't give them time to think or prepare. He just moved.
He lowered his head to the pussy in the middle. It was Winter's. Her small, neat pussy was dripping wet. He opened his mouth and covered her entire pussy with his lips, sucking gently. His tongue found her clit and began to flick it rapidly.
At the exact same time, his hands went to work. His left hand went to Yeji. He pushed two fingers deep inside her pussy without any warning. She gasped, her back arching. He started to finger her, a slow, deep, curling motion, searching for that spot inside her.
His right hand went to Seulgi. He was rougher with her, since she had just been fucked. He used three fingers, stretching her, fucking her with fast, hard thrusts. His thumb pressed down on her clit, rubbing it in hard circles.
The room was immediately filled with a new chorus of moans.
Winter was getting the full attention of his mouth. His tongue was a blur on her clit, licking and sucking. He would occasionally plunge his tongue deep into her hole, fucking her with it before returning to her sensitive bud. She was mewling, her hands gripping the couch cushions, her head thrashing from side to side. "It's too much... it's too sensitive..." she cried, but she was pushing her hips against his face.
Yeji was trying to stay quiet. Her jaw was clenched. BamBam's fingers inside her were curling and pressing against her G-spot with every thrust. It was a deep, intense pleasure that was building fast. She bit her lip, trying to hold back, but low groans were forced out of her with every movement of his hand.
Seulgi was the most sensitive. She had just had a powerful orgasm from his cock, and now his fingers were fucking her hard and his thumb was abusing her clit. She was panting, her eyes wide. "Slow down... please... I can't... I'm going to cum..." she begged, but her body was betraying her, her hips matching the rhythm of his thrusting fingers.
BamBam was a machine. His mouth worked Winter's pussy relentlessly. His hands moved in and out of Yeji and Seulgi, his fingers soaked. He could feel all three of them getting tighter, their bodies tensing. They were all close. It was a race.
Seulgi was the first to break. The sensitivity from her previous fucking was too much. With a loud, broken scream, her body seized up. Her pussy clamped down hard on his three fingers, and she came, trembling and shaking, her juices flowing over his hand. "I'M CUMMING! I LOSE! FUCK!"
He immediately pulled his fingers out of her. She collapsed back, completely spent, her body twitching.
Now it was just Winter and Yeji.
He focused more on Winter with his mouth. He sucked her clit into his mouth and flicked it with the tip of his tongue as fast as he could. At the same time, he increased the pace of his fingers inside Yeji, fucking her hard and deep.
Winter's sensitive body couldn't take it. Her back arched off the couch violently. A shattered, screaming orgasm ripped through her. "AAAAHHHH! I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING!" she wailed, her whole body shuddering, her pussy pulsing against his tongue.
He pulled his mouth away from her. She slumped down, sobbing with pleasure.
That left Yeji. She was the last one. She had won.
But her body didn't seem to know the game was over. The feeling of his fingers relentlessly pounding her G-spot, combined with the sight and sound of the other two coming, pushed her over the edge a second after Winter.
She didn't just cum.
Her eyes flew open in shock. "Wait... I'm... I'm—"
A powerful gush of liquid shot out of her pussy, soaking BamBam's hand and wrist. She squirted. Then another wave came, drenching his arm and the expensive carpet beneath them. It was a waterfall, a continuous stream of her release. She screamed, her body convulsing, her hips bucking wildly as she
squirted again and again, completely losing control, fully drenching the floor.
When it was finally over, she fell back, gasping, her body glistening with sweat, a huge wet patch on the carpet beneath her.
BamBam slowly pulled his wet fingers out of her. He looked at the three women, completely destroyed and exhausted. Then he looked down at Yeji.
"Well," he said, a slow smile spreading across his face. "You were the last one to cum. You win."
Yeji looked at him, her eyes dazed but a triumphant smile touching her lips. She had won his cock.
He stood up, his own hard dick pointing right at her. "Get ready, Yeji. You're next."
Yeji’s triumphant smile was quickly replaced by a look of pure, primal need. Her body was still trembling from
the squirting orgasm, but her eyes were locked on BamBam’s hard cock. She had won it, and she was fucking ready for it.
BamBam didn’t make her wait. He grabbed her by her strong, toned thighs and pulled her to the edge of the couch. Her ass was right on the edge, her legs dangling. But he wasn’t done positioning her.
“Hold your legs,” he commanded, his voice rough.
Yeji, eager to please, reached down and grabbed her own ankles. She pulled her legs back, bending her body almost in half, spreading herself wide open for him. Her pussy, still dripping and swollen from her last climax, was completely exposed. The position was incredibly vulnerable, stretching her inner thighs and presenting her most intimate parts to him like an offering.
BamBam looked down at the sight. Her pink, glistening slit, framed by her powerful legs. He positioned the head of his cock at her entrance. He could feel her heat radiating from her.
“You won this, Yeji,” he grunted. “Now take it.”
With that, he pushed forward. He didn’t go slow. He didn’t tease. He slammed his entire thick, hard length into her in one single, brutal thrust.
The feeling was overwhelming for both of them.
For Yeji, it was a shockwave of pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. Her eyes flew wide open, and a scream was ripped from her throat, raw and unfiltered. “AAAAHHHH! FUCK! BAM BAM!”
Her thoughts were a jumbled mess. Oh my god, it’s so deep! He’s splitting me open! It’s so much bigger than I remember! Her pussy, already sensitive from his fingers and her own orgasm, was suddenly stretched to its absolute limit around his girth. She could feel every inch of him, a hard, throbbing presence buried
deep inside her, pressing against her cervix. It was a feeling of being completely filled, completely owned. This was what she had been fighting for, and it was even more intense than she had dreamed.
For BamBam, it was like sinking into the tightest, hottest, wettest heaven imaginable. Yeji’s pussy was a perfect, muscular vise around his cock. The initial resistance gave way to a silken, clinging heat that seemed to suck him in deeper. He groaned, a deep, guttural sound from his chest, as he bottomed out inside her. He stayed there for a second, just feeling her inner muscles flutter and spasm around him, adjusting to his size.
He looked down at her face, at her expression of ecstatic shock. He loved that look.
As he began to move, pulling back and then thrusting back into her with the same powerful, deep stroke, two other figures moved on the floor.
Seulgi and Winter, though exhausted, weren’t about to be left out. They crawled over on their hands and knees. They positioned themselves right under him, between his legs. Their beautiful, famous faces were now right next to his balls.
As he fucked Yeji, they began to worship him.
Seulgi leaned in first. She opened her mouth and took one of his balls inside. She sucked it gently, her tongue rolling over the sensitive skin. The feeling was electric, a sharp, tingling sensation that shot straight up his spine.
Winter took the other ball. Her technique was different, more licking and flicking with the very tip of her tongue. She traced the seam behind his scrotum, making him shudder.
BamBam’s mind was reeling. The feeling of his cock buried deep in Yeji’s tight, clutching pussy was incredible enough. But now he had two more sets of soft, wet lips and talented tongues working on his balls. It was a dual-layered pleasure that was almost too much to process. Every thrust into Yeji’s heat was accompanied by the wet, warm suction on his balls from Seulgi and Winter. He could feel their hot breath, hear their soft moans as they serviced him. He looked down and saw the top of their heads, their hair brushing against his thighs. The sight of two of Korea’s top idols on their knees, licking his balls while he fucked a third, was a level of power and pleasure he had never known.
He set a hard, steady pace, pounding into Yeji. The couch slammed against the wall with every thrust.
Yeji was losing her mind. The deep, full feeling of his cock, combined with the visual of her two bandmates under him, was pushing her over the edge fast. “Yes! Oh god, yes! Right there! Don’t stop!” she screamed, her grip on her ankles tightening. Her whole body was shaking with the force of his thrusts. “I can feel you in my stomach! It’s so deep!”
BamBam could feel her getting tighter. Her pussy was clenching around him in erratic pulses. “You gonna come already, Yeji?” he grunted, never slowing down. “You just won me and you’re already about to lose control?”
His words, combined with a particularly deep thrust that hit her cervix, sent her over the edge. Her body seized up. A guttural, broken scream was torn from her lungs as her orgasm crashed over her. Her pussy clamped down on his cock like a fist, milking him rhythmically. “I’M CUMMING! FUCK! I’M CUMMING ON YOUR COCK!”
He fucked her through it, his hips never stopping, prolonging her climax until she was a sobbing, trembling mess. Seulgi and Winter increased their efforts, sucking and licking his balls furiously as they felt Yeji’s body convulse.
When Yeji’s orgasm finally subsided, he pulled out of her. His cock was slick and shiny with her juices. Yeji collapsed, her legs falling limply to the sides, completely spent.
But BamBam was far from done. He was just getting started.
“Get on your hands and knees,” he ordered Yeji. “On the floor.”
Yeji, dazed and weak, somehow found the strength to obey. She slid off the couch and got onto all fours on the carpet, right in the wet patch she had made earlier. Her ass was high in the air, her back arched. Her pussy was still dripping.
BamBam got on his knees behind her. He positioned himself and thrust into her from behind in one smooth motion. This angle was even deeper. He grabbed her hips and began to fuck her hard, his balls slapping against her clit with every impact.
While he was fucking her doggy style, Seulgi and Winter moved to the sides. Seulgi lay down on her side next to Yeji’s face. She brought her pussy right to Yeji’s mouth.
“Lick me, Yeji-ah,” Seulgi moaned, pushing her hips forward. “Taste yourself on me.”
Yeji, obedient even in her fucked-out state, leaned forward and began to lick Seulgi’s pussy. Her tongue traced Seulgi’s swollen lips.
On the other side, Winter did the same. She presented her pussy to Yeji’s other hand. “Finger me, unnie,” Winter begged. “While he’s fucking you.”
Yeji’s hand, shaky, reached over and pushed two fingers into Winter’s waiting hole. She started to finger her, her movements clumsy but effective.
So now, BamBam was fucking Yeji from behind. Yeji was simultaneously eating out with Seulgi and fingering Winter. The room was a tangle of limbs and moans. The sounds were filthy: the wet slap of BamBam’s hips against Yeji’s ass, the sounds of Yeji’s mouth on Seulgi, and Winter’s high-pitched moans as Yeji’s fingers worked inside her.
BamBam watched it all, his own pleasure magnified by the depraved scene. He reached around Yeji’s body and found her clit, rubbing it hard as he fucked her.
It was too much for Yeji. The triple stimulation—his cock pounding her from behind, his fingers on her clit, and the taste and feel of her friends—made her climax again. This one was even more violent. She screamed into Seulgi’s pussy, her body convulsing, her back arching sharply. Her pussy gushed around his cock, and she collapsed forward, her face buried in Seulgi’s crotch, unable to move.
BamBam pulled out. He was still rock hard. He was a fucking machine.
He looked at the three women. They were all panting, destroyed. But he had one more position in mind.
He pulled Yeji up from the floor. She could barely stand. He half-carried, half-dragged her to a large, plush armchair. He sat down in it, his cock pointing straight up.
“Sit on it,” he told her. “Ride me. Show me how much you wanted to win.”
Yeji, with the last of her strength, straddled his lap. She reached down and guided his cock into her sore, well-used pussy. She sank down onto him slowly, a long, drawn-out moan escaping her lips. She was so full. She began to move, rising and falling on his cock, her hands on his shoulders for support.
As she rode him, Seulgi and Winter came over. Seulgi stood in front of Yeji, her breasts in Yeji’s face. “Suck them,” Seulgi commanded. Yeji leaned forward and took one of Seulgi’s nipples into her mouth, sucking hard.
Winter knelt beside the chair. She began to lick and suck BamBam’s nipples, her hands roaming over his chest and stomach.
BamBam leaned back in the chair, letting Yeji do the work. He watched her body move, her breasts bouncing, her face contorted in pleasure as she sucked on Seulgi’s tit. He felt Winter’s mouth on his chest. It was the pinnacle of luxury. He was being ridden by one idol, while another fed her breast to her, and a third worshipped his upper body.
He let Yeji ride him for a few minutes, then he took control again. He stood up, lifting her with him, his cock still buried inside her. He turned and bent her over the back of the armchair. He held her down and started fucking her again, hard and fast, his pace frantic.
“This is what you won, Yeji!” he grunted, slamming into her. “You won this fucking! You won't get your brains fucked out!”
Yeji could only scream, her voice hoarse. Her body was being thrown forward with every thrust. She came again, a weak, shuddering orgasm that left her completely limp. She had lost count of how many times she had climaxed.
Finally, BamBam felt his own orgasm building. The feeling of her tight, used pussy, the sight of the other two watching, the entire insane night—it all came to a head.
He pulled out of Yeji and turned to Seulgi and Winter, who were watching with hungry eyes.
“On your knees,” he panted. “All three of you. Now.”
They scrambled to obey. Seulgi, Winter, and the barely-conscious Yeji all got on their knees in front of him. They looked up at him, their mouths open, waiting.
He stroked his cock a few times, then with a final, guttural roar, he came. Thick, white ropes of cum shot out, splashing across their faces. He aimed it, painting their beautiful features with his release. It landed on Seulgi’s cheek and lips, across Winter’s nose and chin, and dripped onto Yeji’s forehead.
They stayed there, on their knees, covered in his cum, their bodies used and exhausted. The room was a wreck, smelling strongly of sex and sweat.
BamBam looked down at the three famous, beautiful idols, kneeling at his feet, marked by him. He took a deep, satisfied breath.
BamBam stood over the three kneeling women, his chest heaving. His orgasm had been massive, painting their faces with thick, white stripes of his cum. They stayed on their knees, panting, their bodies glistening with sweat and now marked with his seed. The room was silent except for their ragged breathing.
That silence was broken by a small, trembling voice.
"It's not fair."
BamBam looked down. It was Winter. Her small, delicate face was splattered with his cum, some of it dripping from her chin onto her chest. Her lower lip was quivering, and tears were welling in her big, innocent-looking eyes. But they weren't tears of sadness. They were tears of pure, frustrated lust.
"You fucked Seulgi-unnie," she whimpered, her voice cracking. "You fucked Yeji-unnie... twice. You came all over our faces. But you... You didn't fuck me. Not with your cock. I didn't get to feel you inside me."
She looked genuinely upset, her small shoulders shaking. Seulgi and Yeji, too exhausted to even wipe the cum from their faces, just watched, their eyes heavy-lidded.
BamBam looked at her, this perfect, ice-princess idol, pouting because she hadn't been properly fucked yet. A slow, deep laugh rumbled in his chest. He reached down and cupped her chin, his thumb smearing his own cum across her cheek.
"Hey," he said, his voice surprisingly gentle but still thick with authority. "Look at me, Winter."
She looked up, her eyes swimming.
"You think I'm done?" he asked, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "You think after all that, I'm just going to fall over and go to sleep?"
He took a step back, giving her a clear view. "Look."
Winter's eyes, along with Seulgi's and Yeji's, dropped from his face down to his groin.
Their mouths fell open in unison.
There, standing out from his body, was his cock. It was still thick, still veiny, and already, impossibly, rock hard again. It was slick with a mixture of their juices and his own cum, but it was fully erect, twitching with a life of its own, as if the last hour of relentless fucking had never happened.
A shocked gasp escaped Winter's lips. "How...?"
"Some things you don't question, baby," BamBam said, his grin turning predatory. "You just enjoy."
He didn't give her another second to think. He grabbed her by her wrist, his grip firm. He pulled her up from her knees. She was unsteady on her feet, her legs weak from kneeling and from the intense orgasms he'd given her with his mouth and fingers.
"Seulgi! Yeji! Watch!" he commanded, his voice echoing in the quiet room. "You're too tired to participate, but you're not too tired to watch. This is Winter's private show."
He pulled Winter across the room, away from the couch and the armchair, towards a bare stretch of wall near the entrance to the hallway. The wall was painted a clean, light color, a stark contrast to the depravity that was about to happen against it.
He spun her around so her back was to the wall. The cool plaster felt shocking against her hot, sweaty skin. He pressed his body against hers, pinning her in place. His hard cock pressed against her lower stomach.
"Put your arms around my neck," he ordered.
She obeyed, looping her slender arms around him, her fingers linking together at the back of his neck. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and desperate anticipation.
"Now," he said, his voice a low growl right by her ear. "Lift your leg. Wrap it around my hip."
Winter lifted her right leg, hooking her foot behind his back. The movement opened her up to him, exposing her pussy, which was already wet and ready. Her balance was precarious, supported only by the wall and his strong body.
He reached down between them, his hand finding his cock. He guided the head to her dripping entrance. He rubbed it up and down her slit, coating himself in her wetness, teasing her.
"Please, BamBam-oppa," she begged, her voice a breathy whisper. "Please, I need it. I've been waiting."
"That's right, you have," he grunted. "And now you're going to get it."
With that, he thrust forward. He didn't go slowly. He drove his entire length into her in one deep, powerful stroke, slamming her body back against the wall.
Winter's head snapped back, hitting the wall with a soft thud. A sharp, piercing scream was torn from her throat. "AAAAHHHH! YES!"
The feeling was everything she had been craving. After watching him fuck the others, after feeling only his fingers and his mouth, to finally have his thick, hard cock buried inside her was a relief so intense it was almost painful. He filled her completely, stretching her tight, small pussy to its limit. She could feel him pressing deep, hitting a spot that made her see stars.
BamBam groaned, burying his face in her neck. "Fuck, Winter. You're so fucking tight." He stayed buried inside her for a moment, letting them both feel the full, incredible sensation of being joined.
Then he began to move.
He started with deep, long, slow strokes, pulling almost all the way out before plunging back in to the hilt. Each thrust pushed her body up the wall slightly, her shoulders scraping against the plaster. The sound of their bodies meeting, of skin slapping against skin, echoed in the room. Her one leg, hooked around his hip, tightened its grip, pulling him deeper.
"OH GOD! OPPA! IT'S SO DEEP!" Winter screamed, her nails digging into the skin of his back. "DON'T STOP! FUCK ME!"
He changed the angle slightly, leaning into her more. Now, with every thrust, his pubic bone was grinding against her clit. The dual sensation of deep penetration and direct clitoral stimulation was overwhelming. Her moans became continuous, a high-pitched, desperate stream of sound.
He picked up the pace, his hips pistoning faster. He was fucking her hard and rough against the wall, using her body for his pleasure. He looked over at the couch where Seulgi and Yeji were lying.
Their eyes were wide, watching every move. They were too exhausted to touch themselves, but they were captivated by the sight. They saw Winter's face, contorted in ecstasy. They saw her breasts, small and perfect, jiggling with every powerful thrust. They saw BamBam's muscular back, flexing and straining as he hammered into her.
"This is what you wanted, right, Winter?" he grunted, his breath hot against her ear. "You wanted to be fucked like a slut against a wall?"
"Yes! Yes! I'm your slut! Fuck your little slut, oppa!" she cried, completely lost in the moment, all her idol persona gone, replaced by a raw, needy animal.
He slid his hands down from her back to her ass. He grabbed her cheeks, squeezing them hard, using them as handles to pull her onto his cock with even more force. The slapping sounds grew louder, more violent.
He was relentless. He fucked her like this for a long time, varying his rhythm, sometimes fast and shallow, sometimes slow and deep, but never stopping. Winter was sobbing with pleasure, her body trembling uncontrollably. She came once, a sharp, screaming orgasm that made her pussy clamp down on him like a vise, but he just kept going, fucking her right through it.
"Again," he commanded, his voice rough. "I want you to come again."
He shifted his grip. He moved his hands under her thighs, lifting her higher up the wall. Now she was completely off her feet, her entire weight supported by him and the wall. Her other leg instinctively wrapped around his waist. He was holding her up, fucking her into the wall. This new angle was even more intense, hitting her in a deeper, more sensitive spot.
"OH! RIGHT THERE! RIGHT THERE! OPPA, YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE ME CUM AGAIN!" she shrieked, her voice breaking.
He drove into her, again and again, his own muscles burning but showing no sign of fatigue. He was a fucking machine.
On the couch, Seulgi and Yeji watched, their own exhaustion forgotten for a moment, mesmerized by the raw power and passion of the scene. They saw the pure, unadulterated pleasure on Winter's face. They saw the absolute dominance in BamBam's movements.
With a final, guttural roar, BamBam slammed into her one last time, holding her pinned against the wall as he erupted inside her. He came in hot, pulsing jets, filling her up. The feeling of his cum shooting deep inside her triggered Winter's second orgasm. She screamed, a long, drawn-out sound of pure ecstasy as her body convulsed in his arms, her pussy milking him for every last drop.
He held her there for a long moment, both of them breathing in ragged gasps, joined together, their sweat-slicked bodies pressed against the cool wall.
Finally, slowly, he softened and slipped out of her. A trickle of their mixed fluids ran down her inner thigh. He gently lowered her until her feet were back on the floor. Her legs immediately buckled, and she would have collapsed if he hadn't been holding her.
He half-carried, half-dragged her back to the couch and laid her down next to Seulgi and Yeji. All three women were now completely destroyed, lying in a heap of tangled, exhausted limbs. Their makeup was ruined, their hair was a mess, and their bodies were covered in sweat, saliva, and cum.
BamBam stood over them, his own body gleaming with sweat. He looked at the three famous, beautiful idols, completely spent and used by him. He looked at the wrecked room, the wet spot on the carpet, and the cum on their faces.
He smiled. This was only the first night. They had two more days to go.
He sat down on the edge of the armchair, his cock, miraculously, already beginning to stir again. He looked at the three sleeping beauties on the couch.
"Get some rest, girls," he said softly, though they were already asleep. "You're going to need it."
The first night was just the warm-up.
BamBam woke up a few hours later, just as the first gray light of dawn was filtering through the windows. He was still on the armchair. His body was sore, but he was instantly, fully hard again. It was like a switch
had been flipped inside him, a primal need that wouldn't be turned off.
He looked over at the couch. The three women were still asleep, a beautiful, naked tangle of limbs. Seulgi was curled on her side, her back to him. Yeji was sprawled on her stomach, one arm hanging off the couch. Winter was on her back, her mouth slightly open, her small breasts rising and falling with her breath.
He didn't wake them with words. He walked over to the couch, his hard cock leading the way. He knelt on the floor beside Seulgi. He gently pulled her top leg forward, opening her up from behind. She was still wet and swollen from the night before. He positioned himself and pushed his cock into her sleeping pussy in one smooth motion.
Seulgi woke with a gasp, her eyes flying open. "Wha— BamBam?"
"Shhh," he whispered, his hands on her hips as he started to move inside her, slow and deep. "Just go back to sleep. Let me do the work."
The feeling of being filled while half-asleep was confusing and incredibly intense. A low moan escaped her lips as her body responded automatically, pushing back against him. Yeji and Winter stirred at the sound, blinking sleep from their eyes to see BamBam already fucking Seulgi on the couch in the early morning light. There was no discussion. No hesitation. This was their reality now.
He came inside Seulgi, his cum mixing with the dried remnants of their previous sessions. As soon as he pulled out, he turned to Yeji, who was already watching him with hungry eyes. He flipped her onto her back and entered her without a word, fucking her with the same steady, powerful rhythm until she came with a choked cry, her legs wrapped tightly around his back.
Winter was already waiting, her small hand stroking his leg. He took her on the floor right next to the couch, her quiet whimpers turning into loud screams as he pounded into her, making sure she felt every inch of him this time. He filled her up, too, marking her as his.
That was how their days went. A continuous, filthy cycle of fucking, eating, and brief, exhausted sleep.
During Breakfast, they were sitting at the kitchen island, eating fruit. Winter was on a stool, naked. BamBam came up behind her, pulled her off the stool, bent her over the cold granite countertop, and fucked her from behind while she gripped the edge of the island, her fruit forgotten. Seulgi and Yeji watched while they ate, their own hands drifting between their legs as they witnessed their friend get railed over breakfast.
In the Shower: They tried to take a real shower to get clean. It was impossible. The moment the hot water hit their skin, BamBam had Yeji pressed against the wet tiles, her legs around his waist as he fucked her under the spray. Then he made Seulgi kneel and suck him clean before bending her over and taking her from behind. Winter was last. He lifted her up, her back against the wall, and fucked her while the water cascaded over both of them. The shower was never for cleaning; it was just another wet, slippery venue for sex.
In the Evening, they were all lying in a pile on the big rug in the living room, watching a movie. BamBam’s head was in Seulgi’s lap, and he was idly licking her pussy while Yeji sucked his cock and Winter kissed her way up his thigh. The movie was just background noise. It was a blur of hands and mouths and bodies. He fucked Yeji while she was on all fours, doggy-style, as Seulgi and Winter took turns kissing him and playing with his balls.
During the Night, He would wake up in the middle of the night, his cock like steel, and take whoever was closest. Sometimes it was Winter, whimpering into her pillow as he took her from behind in the dark. Sometimes it was Seulgi who would wake up and eagerly guide him inside her. Sometimes it was Yeji, who would already be awake and stroking him, ready for another round.
He lost count of how many times he came. He filled Seulgi on the balcony, risking being seen by the city below. He bred Yeji on the kitchen floor, her squirting juices mixing with his cum on the tiles. He pounded into Winter on the stairs, one step at a time, until she was screaming and clawing at the carpet on the steps.
There was no part of the apartment that wasn't used. The dining table, the hallway floor, the bathroom sink, and the threshold of the front door. He fucked them in every room, in every position he could think of. He used their mouths, their pussies, their bodies, over and over.
The women were in a constant state of arousal and exhaustion. Their bodies were sore, their pussies swollen and sensitive, but the moment he touched them, they were wet and ready for him. They were addicted. They lived for the feeling of his cock stretching them open, for the deep, full feeling when he came inside them.
By the end of the second day, they were all starting to fade. Their movements were slower, their moans more hoarse. The constant sex was breaking them down.
The final session happened on the third night, back on the main couch where it had all started. All three women were lying on it, barely conscious. BamBam, fueled by some supernatural stamina, was still going.
He started with Seulgi. He pulled her onto his lap and made her ride him, but she was so tired she could barely move. So he held her hips and did all the work, fucking up into her until she came with a weak, shuddering sigh and collapsed against his chest.
He laid her down and turned to Yeji. He entered her in a missionary position, fucking her with deep, soul-shaking strokes. Her eyes were rolled back in her head, her body limp beneath him. She came without a sound, her body just seizing up before going completely still.
Finally, he looked at Winter. She was barely awake, her eyes fluttering. He rolled her onto her stomach and entered her from behind one last time. He fucked her slowly, deeply, pouring every last bit of his energy into her. She didn't scream. She just let out a long, broken moan as her body yielded to a final, powerful orgasm that made her black out completely.
BamBam came inside her, his own climax a deep, full-body shudder. He pulled out and collapsed onto the floor beside the couch, finally, utterly spent.
Silence.
For the first time in seventy-two hours, the apartment was completely silent. The three idols were unconscious on the couch, a beautiful, used-up pile of flesh and bone. BamBam lay on the floor, his body screaming in protest, his mind finally, blessedly empty.
He had done it. He had fucked them all, everywhere, for three days straight. He had bred them, filled them, and fucked them until they blacked out from pleasure.
He looked at the clock. The seventy-two hours were up. His phone, silent for three days, began to buzz on the coffee table. The real world was calling them back.
He closed his eyes. It was over. And it had been fucking perfect.
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After a couple of slow weeks, Ryujin lures Seungdae to fulfill Yeji’s sexual urges. With a tempting but dangerous unwritten deal, everything escalates until the mood of the day changes in many directions.
After the 'celebration' of Tzuyu's birthday, everyone's schedules made it almost impossible for all to have a little time to themselves. The only people Seungdae was meeting regularly were, of course, Jieun and Tzuyu.
He knew this would eventually happen. IU, the singer and actress, had day-long calls on set, sometimes requiring her to travel to different regions. Tzuyu's schedule was a bit easier, but even after her free days were over, her mom stayed with her for a few more days, ensuring she'd have her favorite home-made dishes ready after every demanding day, so he only really served as a choufer whenever he had the chance. Soon, the whole group began the final stage of rehearsals for their tour and the rest of their other performances, which required her entire attention. Whatever chance he got to see either of their faces, he'd take it as a win.
The rest of the girls just mentioned how tired they were after every heavy practice. Nayeon and Momo would send him pictures of their sweaty bodies, sometimes together, sometimes naked, sometimes with Sana stepping in to join the fun. Jihyo only asked him not to propose any 'fun' with the girls unless they requested it first, simply to keep their energy where it was needed. His conversations with Jeongyeon, Mina, and Dahyun were minimal at the moment, and Chaeyoung's number was still pending to be added, although she would pop up sporadically when talking with any of the other members.
For Itzy, he imagined something similar, taking into account their recent comeback and all that entailed. Plus, his interaction with them seemed more like a transaction; one he was interested in checking again soon, but he knew the limits of his job. Or at least, what his contract said.
With a little more time on his hands, he finally met with different friends who would tease him about how precious his time was. Some even shared they were envious of how much 'time to himself' he had, although none of them knew anything about Jin or his side job. The only one he felt he could actually share everything with was Jongsuk.
The little time they could spend together, they'll take it. Just as Jongsuk provided a sense of understanding and normalcy to what had become a hidden part of his life well before they met, Seungdae provided him with the calm camaraderie he needed to feel his feet were still on the ground.
That's how he spent two weeks until a little before the month ended, when he received a message from an unknown number.
??: Yah! Mr. Hwang!
That was neither Chaeyoung; she didn't talk to him like that, and surely she wasn't Lia; she would approach him differently.
SD: Who is this?
??: Shin Ryujin! 😼
SD: Out of all the Itzy girls, I wasn't expecting you to be the next one to reach out. Much less in the middle of a Sunday.
RJ: Technically, I'm not 🙄. Yeji unnie wants both of us.
SD: Tempting, but why isn't she the one messaging me?
Ryujin's response was a simple and clear picture. Yeji was tied up in the X-cross, but unlike him a few weeks back, the structure was secured vertically. Her closed eyes and wicked smile made sense after he scanned the lower part of the picture, showing some kind of machine with a dildo attached to it, halfway inside her body.
SD: I'm guessing she wants both of us NOW, doesn't she?
RJ: Yup! Same address as last time.
SD: I'll be on my way.
RJ: The longer you take, the crazier she'll get and the less I'll be able to tame her for you ⏳
One of those comments that he was not sure how to take. Having a lust-driven Yeji seemed like an offer he could not refuse, but their reputation preceded them. Either way, he was not going to make them wait.
SD: On my way.
He sent a message to Jieun telling her about his recent appointment and asking her if it would be okay to see her afterwards. He didn't know why exactly he asked her that at the time, but he started driving before he could receive a response.
Half an hour later, he had arrived at his destination, and, following the same steps as last time, he rang the bell. This time, the door unlocked automatically. Doubtful, he carefully opened the door as little as possible to avoid any camera in the hallway to get a glimpse of whatever was happening inside. Right after his eyes saw the hallway, he knew that was the right choice and stepped in, closing the door as quickly as he could.
His eyes fixated on the handcuffed, slim woman with a wicked smile. Yeji was already on her knees. She was naked, except for the strap. While it would normally hold a dildo in the front, it was now keeping a vibrator inside the woman's pussy. The subtle buzzing sound and the tiny movements he could detect between her legs let him know the toy was on.
Her wrists were resting just above her pelvis, purposefully letting him see what was happening in her crotch. They were adorned with a chain that linked her to Ryujin.
The red-haired woman was fully naked, her expression unfazed at Seungdae’s dumbfounded face. "Under an hour," she pursed her lips, walking towards him. "If you took more than that, you'd be the one with the handcuffs," she stated, handing him the chain. "You can play with her while we set up the rules."
The man was pleasantly surprised. He quickly took off his shoes and walked towards them.
"Do you want to talk here or in the other room?" Ryujin asked with a smirk, pointing to the door where their sex dungeon was. Yeji remained silent, but her eyes were going back and forth between his face and the growing bulge in his pants.
"The couch will be fine. How much can I play with her?" He inquired, limiting the length of the chain and caressing Yeji’s cheek.
"Toys stay on. But she's hungry," Ryujin winked. "I want you to focus on what we'll talk about, though."
"Not as easy if you two are naked," he chuckled.
"We can get dressed if you want," The shorter girl scoffed, already knowing the answer and that his eyes were following her ass.
"I never said that!" He laughed and then looked down at Yeji. "Get up," he ordered, and she obediently followed his command. "How deep is this stuck inside you?" He wondered, pressing the base of the toy through the strap, pushing it an inch deeper inside of her cunt, making her whimper without opening her lips. "Talk."
"Six inches," the short-haired girl replied. It seemed that her weak, wicked smile was permanently carved on her face.
"Careful," Ryujin laughed, sitting in one of the couches. "The harder you play with her, the harder she'll play back with you," she signaled the armchair while she got comfortable, getting her legs up on the couch. Her thighs looked thicker like that, making the V of her crotch all the more tempting with her trimmed bush. The perfect call to walk towards her.
"Come," he commanded, pulling the chain. He walked to the armchair and sat without taking his eyes off Ryujin. Knowing she was looking back at him, he quickly pointed at Yeji and then at his crotch. The redhead chuckled and nodded, running her foot through her other leg.
"Sit on your legs," he ordered Yeji, moving the chain gently and pointing to the space he opened between his legs.
The leader followed the instructions with excited eyes. She knelt on the floor and sat on her legs, always taking care of her posture. Her sight looked for his next order, which came quickly. A glance at his own crotch and a nod with a smirk. Without waiting another second, Yeji unbuckled his pants and took his semi-hard cock out. She stopped and looked at him, keeping her mouth open at a couple of centimeters from his cock.
He could feel her breath on his glans. "Go on. You can suck it," he affirmed calmly while he relaxed on the armchair. "So, you were saying," he smirked at the sight of Ryujin's toes wiggling on the couch while Yeji's tongue explored every line of his shaft.
"Well, clearly she's too drunk in her own lust already. So I'll do the talking," she declared. "She wants to use you. There's something she could not do to you last time, and as much as I let her do that with me a few times since we last met, I could not get the idea out of her head." She stared straight at his eyes. The way she was lying on the couch made her look completely confident in her own skin. With that waist, those legs, and that fat pussy, it was easy to see why.
While he was thinking about Ryujin's words, Yeji took his cock out of her mouth for a second. "You didn't let me play much around here," the short-haired girl pouted, cupping his balls with her right hand and stretching her middle finger to reach his puckerhole. "I'm sure that was on your mind days after our little moment in front of the girls," she grinned, biting her lower lip.
Considering the strap securing the dildo inside Yeji, he already had a clear idea of what she wanted, and that meant trouble for him. "Look, kitten," he started with a serious tone while he tugged her hair. "The only way I'm agreeing to that is if whatever you do to me, I do to both of you." Even without looking at Ryujin, he knew what her expression was.
"You don't get to choose what you get," the leader chuckled, shaking her hanging head. "You are given options we like." Her grip on his cock tightened. She made sure to pull his foreskin as far back as his dick allowed. "You choose what we offer and get paid, or you leave," Yeji smiled devilishly, touching the tip of his cock to collect his precum, taking it to her lips as if it were lip gloss.
Seungdae leaned closer to the wicked woman's face. "So what is it that you're offering, then?"
"I liked your idea," she replied, standing up slowly and retaking command, crawling over him until she sat on his lap, pressing the base of his cock, and pushing the dildo further inside her. "But you're not touching Ryujinie," she tilted her head, resting her forearms on his shoulders. "Only me. You can do everything you want with me and more after we are done using you," she declared, pressing her torso against him and tugging his hair to make him look up at her. "Or until you use the safeword," she smirked, caressing his cheek while his hands ran through her bare back. "Although you'd have full free range over me if you get until the end without saying it," she added with a wink and a shrug.
"There is the leader attitude we were missing last time," Seungdae murmured. "Ryujin!" He tilted his head quickly and caught a glimpse of the redhead rubbing her clit while she watched them. "You know what? I don't blame you," he scoffed, looking back at Yeji. "This bitch is stupidly hot when she switches to be more… Dominant."
His words made the short-haired girl giggle with pride. "Is that a yes?"
"I may hate myself for this later, but yes," he replied, holding her waist firmly.
"You will, man," Ryujin murmured, walking to the dungeon's door to open it. "Care to hear the safe words, or are you stupid enough to try to get the big price without knowing your way out?"
"I can be an idiot, but not stupid," he scoffed, making Yeji laugh as she slid back to his cock to kiss it, signaling him to walk with her. "What are the words?" He asked, letting the leader walk him by his dick on their way to Ryujin.
"He can use mine! He's a Hwang, after all!" Yeji scrunched her nose and smiled at him, pulling him closer to her by his cock. "I doubt I will, but remember I can also use them, alright?" She added with a cute smile before releasing his dick to prepare some of her tools.
"Only because he's a Hwang, too," Ryujin replied with a scoff, shaking her head. She kept the door open for them, welcoming them to the familiar walls. "Dalla to slow down, Icy to stop," Ryujin explained, rolling her eyes. "Blame the investors," she added after seeing him frown at the safe words. "If you can't talk, you can snap your fingers. One hand to slow down, two hands for a full stop." Her face changed. The usual frown she had with him disappeared, and instead, he detected some concern in her eyes. "Got it?"
"Dalla to slow down," he repeated, snapping his fingers on one hand. "Icy to stop," he continued, this time using both hands. His response brought some relief to Ryujin. "What are you going to do? It's only the three of us this time. To the cuck chair?"
"Not your business, Mr. Hwang," she replied, with an exaggerated but fake angry expression, unbothered by the height difference between them. "But please, remember the safe words." Concern in her eyes and her voice again. "I can try to tame her a bit if you need. Just keep your mind focused on what you'll do to her later, alright?"
"Sure thing," he voiced, watching her go with Yeji, who was adding a few padded pieces to what looked like a custom tantra chair next to the bed. The piece of furniture was slightly wider than usual, equipped with three sets of handles on each side and what looked like buckles in certain areas.
"You don't mind me sitting on your face again, do you?" Yeji asked, biting her lower lip. "You were such a good eater last time."
He sighed, accepting his fate and repeating the safe words in his head. "Yeah, I'm okay with that."
"Well, strip so I can keep sucking that pretty cock of yours," the leader requested, sitting on the lowest part of the tantra chair, swaying her hips against it to purposefully shove the vibrator fully inside her pussy. Ryujin, however, sat on one of the stalls they had nearby, crossing her legs and showing off her thighs.
'The sooner they're done, the sooner I'll get her,' he told himself and removed his clothing until he was completely naked in front of them. The last time he was in the room, he felt like an animal in a zoo. This time, he felt like an experiment. He had a goal in his mind, but he had no certainty of what Yeji's actual goal was.
"Get to the chair. Your shoulders go here," the leader indicated as she stood up, signaling the short, padded tubes she attached earlier in the lowest bit of the chair, with just enough space for his neck to fit between them. "Your legs go up, in case you're wondering," she added, holding his dick and giving him a soft slap on his butt.
Carefully, and with the help of the handles, he got into position. The padded tubes felt sturdy. Surely, with how crazy they get, they had to order them that way. Before he could do anything, Yeji was locking his left ankle to the upper side of the chair. 'I'm fucked,' he thought, thankful that his foot could rest in one of the handles. He tried to get a look at Ryujin, but all he could see was a glance of her, defeated, resting her head in her hand.
By the time he noticed his other ankle was secured, stopping him from lowering or closing his legs completely, he saw Yeji getting dangerously on top of him and the chair. "Nothing less than last time, please!" She chuckled, unbuckling her strap and letting thick droplets of her juices fall on his face as she pulled out the vibrator that was stuck inside of her. The buzzing suddenly flew away when she threw it to Ryujin.
Yeji suddenly lowered her hips over him. The sudden drop made him feel like she was going to land on his face, but she stopped a few centimeters away, causing a tick thread of her juices to fall from her cunt onto his upper lip. She looked delicious. It seemed she had waxed recently. The small gap caused by the toy allowed her own fluids to flow freely, adding to the moisture he felt over his face. Her inner lips were drenched and made her pink shine brighter than he thought possible with the light of the room. Her outer lips guided his eyes to her pink clit. Her hood was barely visible, ideal for a whore like her.
"Hungry?" She laughed devilishly, swaying her hips over his face.
"Starving," he replied with a scoff.
"Me, too," Yeji declared, sitting on his mouth and leaning forward to take his cock with both hands, getting his tip on her mouth in an instant.
Seungdae grunted at the sudden suction he felt. Considering his previous experience with how Yuna had fucked Yeji's face with his shaft, he knew there was no need to hold back in any aspect so far. His eyes closed. His hands quickly reached for her soft tits, massaging them at his own will. His nose, unavoidably, rested right in her puckerhole, breathing her directly, sometimes poking it. The lack of any strong smell made it clear Ryujin had already eaten her ass. His tongue swirled through her folds, enjoying her musky and salty flavor, and mainly how much of her nectar was flowing directly into his mouth.
Yeji was not that far off. She stroked his manhood with both hands while she bobbed her head, letting all of her spit fall through his length to make the process as slippery as she could.
"You really wanted that cock, don't you?" He heard Ryujin teasing Yeji. He had no idea where she was, but her voice didn't come from the stall.
"How could I not?" Yeji replied, gasping for a second before taking him into her mouth again. Then, he heard the redhead murmur while he felt the girl in his mouth nod and shake her head, taking more and more of him into her mouth. Slowly, he felt his glans go past the back of her throat, into her esophagus. Her midriff showed no change. Instead, he heard her purposeful gagging and her now free hands playing with his balls.
Seungdae, using the handles on his feet, began thrusting into her mouth while he gently pinched her hard nipples.
Yeji took him gladly, finding the right spot to allow him to pound into her throat so he could reach deeper into her, but also, without compromising her own pleasure. She purposefully sat most of her weight on his face, aiming for his tongue to lick wherever she wanted. Her clit, her folds, her hole. The little accidental licks on her asshole were just a little bonus. Soon, Yeji had engulfed three-quarters of his cock, producing an incredible gurgling that flooded the room along with his grunting and her muffled moans.
He had noticed that a good part of her spit was falling down his balls to his crack, and despite being already drunk in his own lust and desire to fill her throat, he was aware that her fingers had slowly slipped to his butt cheeks. Seungdae could hear her chuckling when her index finger touched his butthole despite the thick shaft in her throat. His hands slid to her ass to raise her for a bit, surprising Yeji by how easy that was for him. "What did I tell you about those nails, kitten?" He grunted, revealing his face covered in the woman's juices.
"Easy, dude," Ryujin interveened, suddenly standing at his left. The look from below allowed him to see the puffiness of her cunt. "I took care of that for you."
"See?" Yeji took her ass, spreading her cheeks with the excuse of showing off her nails. "All short and trimmed," she added, wiggling her butt.
He scoffed. Her asshole looked delicious. His nose had already touched it several times by that moment, and he was eager to play with it. Right there, he knew the price he'd have to pay. "I fucking hate you both," he shook his head. "Especially you," he scoffed, slapping Yeji's butt cheek and taking a firm grip of her behind, forcing her to sit on his face again.
This time, his eyes remained open, and he was no longer thrusting his hips to fuck her face. He felt Yeji sucking his cock again, but her face was turned to her left. He could see Ryujin was murmuring with her, but any clear word from their mouths was silenced by his own breathing and the moans Yeji was causing in him. Whatever they were talking about, the redhead did not seem particularly excited before she disappeared from his range of view.
As soon as she was gone, Yeji went back to full action, deepthroating him and covering her fingers with her own drool. Her left hand cupped his sack, playing softly with it until Seungdae felt one slim digit going inside his asshole.
He exhaled deeply right in her puckered hole, feeling her finger go in and out. The odd sensation perished compared to the way his cock was constricted in her throat. That helped him relax a bit, which he soon regretted, feeling a second finger going inside his ass.
Just as he felt Yeji trying to find his prostate, Ryujin walked by and knelt to the right of his face, caressing his hair while he kept eating Yeji's cunt. "Do you remember the safe words?" She asked him in the ear, right when the short-haired girl licked the sensitive spots of his glans. She stood up quickly, keeping her concerned eyes on him. Seungdae nodded as much as the pussy in his face allowed him. "Good," she mouthed at him without making a sound. With a soft tap on his head, she kept walking out of his sight.
"He looks fine," Ryujin said from afar, making the short-haired woman chuckle and withdraw her fingers.
Before he could process anything else, he felt three of her fingers going inside of him. 'I kind of get Jihyo now, damn it,' he thought, feeling his rim stretch, causing him discomfort. He focused on his breathing, Yeji's folds, and the sensations running through his shaft, trying to ignore the way her fingers felt going in and out of him.
He was doing mostly well until Yeji found his G-spot. The sensation alarmed him. 'Not Bangkok again. Not now,' he thought, trying to keep himself together. However, the giggle he felt from the leader's throat only made it worse for him. She had felt his reactions through the way he was eating her cunt. The more she played with his prostate, the more desperate his tongue swirled in her folds.
Luckily, she took her digits out of his ass and his cock out of her throat. She twisted her back to see his face. "Ready for the main number?" Yeji squinted her eyes with a wicked grin while she sucked her fingers. Without a response, she turned back and sucked his tip gently, shutting any response from him with her pussy.
"Unnie…" He heard Ryujin exclaim, almost sounding like a whine. 'I'm about to be actually fucked, aren't I?' He thought after hearing her sigh. He heard a gentle 'Sorry' from the younger woman, almost muted by the gurgling of Yeji, a second before feeling a cold object touching his rim. He clenched his butt as a reflex.
"Trust me on this one. Relax," Ryujin voiced, tapping softly on his thigh.
He remembered Jieun, his exes, and most recently, Jihyo, trying to take him up their asses for the first time. She was right. If he had learned something from fucking their buttholes, it was that relaxing was key to getting anything inside with the least amount of pain. Again, he exhaled deeply through his nose and relaxed his body.
Ryujin noticed right away and pushed gently into him. The redhead kept a firm hold of the dildo in her strap, using her fist to prevent it from going deeper into his body; something Seungdae was thankful for. In an attempt to get him through the experience, Ryujin tried to slowly go in and out of him so he could get used to the sensation. Likewise, Yeji took more and more of his dick until he was once again in her throat, and used her hands to play with his balls, letting more drool fall to his crack.
Her spit was definitely helpful. His rim was still adapting to the foreign object invading him, but having her throat give him pleasure beyond words made it bearable.
Unluckily for him, Yeji noticed Ryujin's hand keeping the silicone shaft from fully going inside him. Still with his manhood in her throat, bobbing her head without rest, she tilted her head and looked up at Ryujin. Her face was a mixture of arousal and unpleasantness. Slowly, she took his shaft out of her mouth, letting tick strands of spit fall from her lips. Keeping her ass firmly planted on Seungdae's face, she quickly reached for Ryujin's nipples and violently pulled her towards her, taking a firm grip of her nape to kiss her fiercely.
The sudden movement made Ryujin lose her balance while she tasted his dick through Yeji's saliva and breath. In response to the surprisingly strong pull from the leader, her hand let go of the dildo to find something to hold: his thigh. For him, this meant that the only thing restraining the fake dick was gone. The toy went fully inside him with the same force Yeji pulled Ryujin's nipples, causing him to grunt loud enough to be heard even though Yeji's ass was fully covering his mouth.
"Fuck him for me," Yeji purred through her kiss, firmly holding Ryujin, letting her explore her mouth with her tongue. "Move those hips as if you were fucking me," she requested, almost begging with a broken smile as she swayed her hips over Seungdae's face. "Please!"
For him, the sudden extra inches inside his body felt wrong. His rim burned for a moment, and the main thing keeping him at bay, her throat, was not there to help him keep his mind together. He wished Ryujin would keep herself focused and not fall into Yeji's provocation. However, that was a lost cause.
Yeji knew perfectly well how to command her members on stage and in bed. With Ryujin, the best way to drive her lust through the roof was to ask her to do something, imagining she was doing it to Yeji. It always worked. And this was no exception. Yeji's lips and playful tongue were like a drug for her, and the younger woman quickly got high on them. Her firm grip turned Ryujin on more than she had anticipated.
"Show me how much you want to fuck me," Yeji moaned in her lips, swirling her tongue with Ryujin's.
Those words broke the little agency the redhead had left. Her hips began moving on their own. Doubtful at first, thrusting deeply into Seungdae, but the more hungrily Yeji kissed her, the faster and harder she fucked him, not caring that his dick was rubbing on his stomach while her partner was stroking him.
Seungdae could not believe it. Ryujin was his last hope for a not-so-painful session. And now, he was feeling the entirety of the dildo while he was getting drowned in Yeji's fluids. For a moment, he thought of throwing Yeji in the air and releasing himself from that situation. However, his mind went through the memories of him taking care of Jieun after her first tributing sessions. How her body, her holes, were sore after being used for hours, and despite that, she pushed herself through her pain to have him again.
If she endured that so many times in the past, he could try to do the same now. His mind focused on what he'd do to Yeji after that. Right there, his main task was to make Yeji cum. His hands went back to her tits, but this time, as soon as he pinched her nipples, he felt a direct hit to his prostate.
His fingers pressed Yeji's nubs with enough strength to actually hurt them. Instead of a cry of pain, the slim woman seemed to have melted on his face, letting more of her weight fall on his mouth and rocking her hips with more fervor than before.
For Yeji, the sudden attack on her nipples pushed her even further into her sea of lust. She loved the abuse on her tits. Her left hand moved from Ryujin's nape to her cheek and then down to Seungdae's cock to stroke him with both hands again, confident that her lustful kiss would be enough to keep her partner focused on her lips. She was right. Ryujin kept fucking him with the same dedication as if she were fucking Yeji.
Seungdae soon found out that meant repeated, precise hits to his prostate. As much as he wanted to endure it, his body was betraying him. He felt his orgasm building, but this time, he felt no control over it. Yeji's hands were expertly moving through his length as if they were a single part of a machine made to pleasure him. His glans was spreading his precum all over Ryujin's soft abs, adding another point of stimulation. The breaking point for him was Ryujin's incessant attack on his hidden G-spot. Accepting his defeat and lack of control, he put all his energy into eating Yeji's cunt.
Before he could process anything, his orgasm took over him, more intensely than any previous climax he'd had since his new job had started. He shot rope after rope of semen, not knowing where it all landed. Not knowing how much cum was left. Not knowing if that was going to end.
"Keep going! Don't you dare stop!" Yeji grunted. She tugged his hair as she pressed her pussy more and more tightly against his face. Her right hand kept stroking him with such talent that he didn't even notice a change.
Ryujin witnessed it all. She received most of the thick spurts of cum, leaving her with a pearled-white necklace of semen. She saw Yeji riding his face until her orgasm hit her, and she squirted on Seungdae's face without stopping, not caring if the man could breathe. She admired her broken smile while his hands kept twisting and pulling her nipples, making her body tremble over his mouth. She saw the man's cock weakly and constantly leaking cum until it stopped.
Everything but Yeji's shaking existence stopped for a moment. Ryujin was shocked by her own actions. Quickly, she exited the man's ass to take Yeji's shivering body and, using all of her strength, throw her to the bed, only for Yeji to desperately try to lick his semen from her neck until Ryujin managed to get some distance from her. A bit disturbed, she saw her partner's pure state of bliss, quivering on the bed, giggling and rubbing her clit to prolong her climax.
Without certainty of what to do, Ryujin unbuckled the man's ankles and went to his squirt-covered face. He looked at her without moving his head amid his labored breathing.
"You…" Seungdae growled, quickly interrupted by his own coughing. "My turn," he declared, gathering his strength to get up. "Take that off the strap," he ordered, pointing at the dildo as he stood up with fire in his eyes.
"He's mad," Yeji laughed, rolling on the bed, but stretching her arms to be carried by the man.
"This is equally good and bad," Ryujin murmured to herself, wincing at the idea of what was to come.
Seungdae stood in front of Yeji. The sight of her devilish smile, ready for him to do whatever he wanted with her body, only made his blood boil. His hands moved with precision. Left hand to her neck, firmly pressing the sides of her pipe; right hand to her pussy, inserting three fingers in her walls to carry her, making her squeal in an instant.
Knowing her way, she helped support her own weight by holding onto his left forearm. Even with that, having most of her weight pressing on her clit while he moved her from the bed back to the tantra chair sent a different kind of pleasure to her brain, turning her submissive side on. "Show, don't tell?" Yeji asked happily when her ass touched the chair.
"Deal," he replied, taking his fingers out of her pussy and slapping her face.
"Finally," she let out with a grin before Seungdae pushed her down, locking her shoulders in place just like he was a few moments ago. Happily, she raised her legs in the air and spread them to show him her pussy and ass as she wiggled her toes.
He extended his hand to Ryujin. Reluctantly, she handed him the dildo that had been inside him earlier. 'Six inches,' he realized quickly. "You didn't get to taste my asshole this time, slut," he remarked. Without saying a word, she fixed her posture to fully open her mouth. "You never cease to amaze me," he murmured, getting annoyed at the smile in the corners of her mouth.
Firmly, he shoved three fingers inside her cunt and used his left hand to bury the dildo directly in her throat, fucking her face mercilessly with it, and using his grip strength to attack her G-spot at full speed.
Ryujin saw the fury in his face. She saw the fire in his eyes growing when he saw Yeji was thriving right there, savoring the impregnated bitterness his asshole had left on the toy. The leader sucked on it, but most of the flavor was gone. Then, she opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out to let her spit fall through her face while he kept fucking her throat with the dildo.
The redhead noticed Yeji’s toes contracting erratically, signaling the increasing pleasure his fingers were causing in her, slowly flooding her pussy until her juices began spilling all over the place. "Here she comes," Ryujin murmured two seconds before the leader went through another climax.
Yeji's hands clenched around the handles at the sides of the chair while she exploded like a fountain, gooshing squirt in the air while Seungdae kept the dildo fully buried in her throat and his fingers kept moving inside her now over-sensitive pussy. Her body kept trembling, using what little energy she had to remain in place while she enjoyed getting drenched in her own squirt.
"When is your next performance?" He asked Ryujin while he continued finger-fucking the slim woman.
"Huh? Next Friday. Waterbomb," she replied, confused by his question.
"She can deal with it," Seungdae smirked. He quickly threw the dildo at Ryujin and moved Yeji around the tantra chair until her face was hanging from the highest point of the chair. "Put it back on and fuck her cunt," he ordered. The younger woman was startled. "Now!" He yelled.
"You're still too damn happy considering what I'll do to you," he whispered to Yeji's ear.
"T-that exactly w-why I'm so hap-py," she replied with a lustful, devilish grin while her whole body contorted in place.
"You're a truly impressive whore," he replied, noticing Ryujin was standing behind her, already prepared. He signaled her to go at it.
Yeji grinned proudly. "I've b-been told t-that before…" Her last word turned into a loud whimper, signaling Ryujin's sudden penetration.
"Yeah. But I'm tired of listening to you." He stood up and shoved his cock into her throat, quickly forcing her nose to press on his pubes. "You better fuck her harder than you fucked me," he told Ryujin as he began thrusting into Yeji's pipe, not caring if she could or needed to breathe for a while.
"Ow, did you think that was hard?" The young woman teased him. "I don't need a nine-inch dick to make her legs tremble," she added with a smirk, increasing her speed and force until their flesh began clapping.
"Then don't stop until I say so," he winked at her, noticing her small breasts were still dripping with his cum from earlier. His right hand gripped Yeji's scalp to keep her in place as he fucked her face.
The way she was ramming her generated a never-ending flow of whimpers that made her throat feel even tighter than before. He recognized that Ryujin was doing amazing work with the leader's cunt.
Yeji, on the contrary, seemed to be having a hard time. She had already taken him into her throat that day, but under her own terms. Never completely, and while he was unable to thrust at his own rhythm. Now, just as three weeks ago, she was nothing more than a fleshlight. Willingly, she repressed her reflexes as much as she could.
Her hips relaxed, depending on Ryujin to hold her so she could keep fucking her at the right angle to keep her pussy just as sensitive as his fingers had left it. Her arms fell to the sides of the tantra chair, lacking any agency and making her look like a rag doll. She relaxed the muscles in her neck, confident that Seungdae would continue to carry the weight of her head while he continued to use her.
Unsurprisingly for everyone, thinking of what happened last time, Yeji's throat had a limit. Despite her experience taking dick after dick into her pipe, she was far from used to taking objects that large and thick, especially for that long. Her body caught up with the abuse she was enduring. Her stomach began contracting, and her back arched repeatedly.
Ryujin leaned forward, pinching her left nipple and taking a firm grasp of her ass as she continued ramming her hole. "Let it go. Show him how you can keep going," she encouraged her, using her raspy voice. "Show him he can't break this slut," she added, twisting her tit and triggering another orgasm for the leader. Before Seungdae could react, Yeji's whole body contracted, including her throat, from which a cascade of thick translucent drool flowed.
A bit scared by the sudden convulsion on her whole body, he pulled his dick out of her and released her head. As soon as the waterfall of spit finished, she looked upward and gasped loudly while her body trembled violently. The first thing he saw in her red, teary eyes was an intense lust and hunger. Her mouth remained open, and her tongue swirled like crazy beyond her lips, trying to follow the strands of drool that were still hanging from his cock.
"What happened to not stopping, Mr. Hwang?" Ryujin teased him, yanking Yeji's hair to present her face to him, so he could hear her moans combining with her heavy breathing; all, while making her ass clap loudly while she fucked her through her climax, prolonging it.
"Fine," he scoffed, firmly taking the leader's head, admiring her devilish smile. Yeji opened her mouth widely and swiftly engulfed his cock until her nose pressed against his pubes. "I don't need to worry about any other surprise, do I?" He asked her, slapping her face. Still shivering, Yeji shook her head slowly, trying to get more of him into her throat, sticking her tongue out to lick his scrotum. "Perfect," he whispered, ramming her throat right away.
This time, Seungdae dedicated each thrust to reaching his own climax. It wasn't hard. The view of Ryujin's fierce eyes as she admired the rippling of Yeji's ass, along with her small, cum-covered tits bouncing every time she pounded her friend, was something he'd like to see every day. Furthermore, Yeji herself was enough to get any mortal man to his orgasm. The loud, desperate gurgling of her throat, the slickness and tightness of her pipe, and her red eyes, crying tears of lust with such bliss. Every part of her seemed designed to be used.
It didn't take long for him to feel close to cumming. The look on Yeji's eyes let him know he could do it, that she was craving it. He tugged her hair firmly with his left hand and used his right hand to press her neck, pounding harder into her until his cock began twitching. Each trust became precise and strong, shoving his entire length every time he shot his load directly into her esophagus, pushing her entire body, including Ryujin, at every pound.
Seungdae kept Yeji's giggling mouth glued to the base of his cock, watching her ecstatic expression and her eyes rolling back. "Are you going to keep everything inside you this time?" He asked, still pressing her neck with his hand. She nodded weakly, getting redder by the second until Ryujin stopped fucking her. "Do I really need to get out of her throat?" He asked the redhead with a smirk.
"It's not like she hasn't passed out fucking before," she scoffed with a smile. "Does it really feel that good?" Her question was legitimate. She had abused Yeji's throat before, but there was no way she could feel what he was enjoying right there.
"You have no idea," he sighed, rocking his hips in her face.
"Can you keep fucking her?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.
"Is that a freaking challenge?" He laughed, slapping Yeji's face and running his tongue through his upper teeth. She wanted it as much as he did.
Ryujin simply shrugged and smiled back at him. Slowly, she stepped back and ran her fingers through her friend's slit. She raised the same hand, spreading her fingers, drenched in the thick necktar of Yeji's cunt. "I'd say she's waiting for you," she added, squinting her eyes before licking her fingers.
He chuckled and took his time to withdraw his cock from her face, pulling her hair from the top of her head. As soon as he was fully out, he knelt and met her at eye level. "You said you'd keep it all inside you," he stated, watching her drool slowly fall from her mouth. Yeji left aside her own troubled breathing to slurp her saliva and swallow as much of it as she could.
"Good kitty," he smirked at the trembling woman. "Don't you feel bad about taking all the spotlight today?" Yeji shook her head with a weak laugh. Seungdae clicked his tongue and shook his head. He stood up quickly and slid his hands between her body and the tantra chair, carrying her with ease to throw her to the bed, making her fall on her stomach.
"How did you know… I like it rough?" Yeji laughed while she panted on the bed.
"Just a hinch," he replied, grabbing her ankles to pull her towards him as he spread her legs in a single motion. Willingly, she spread her legs even more for him, presenting her drenched folds and her little puckered hole. He leaned forward and pulled her hair, making her arch her back. "Our dear Ryujinie has not cummed a single time today," he whispered in her ear, resting his cock in her crack and running his hand on the line of her column. "Isn't that a bit cruel?" He asked her, pulling her hair to make Yeji look at her friend.
"Ryujin, come here!" The short-haired girl called her with her finger, pouting at her. "Take that off for me, please," she grinned.
The red-haired woman was admiring the scene, leaning on the X-cross. Doubtful, she looked at Seungdae and raised her eyebrow.
"Trust me," he mouthed, still pressing Yeji with his body.
She sighed, reminding herself there were several reasons why Nayeon and Jihyo spoke highly of him. She unbuckled the strap, letting a thread of her juices on it. Still unsure, Ryujin got up on the bed. However, seeing Yeji's hungry face and her tongue going subtly up and down gave her that push. "I hope you enjoy the view, Mr. Hwang."
"Oh, how could I not?" He smirked, taking a clear, close-up look at her fat pussy lips spreading as she got her crotch closer to her friend's face. "You better lick that pretty cunt for both of us," he grunted in Yeji's ear as he aligned his cock with her pussy, rubbing it in her juices.
"The harder you fuck me, the better I'll eat her," she teased him, moving her head so she could feel his lips on her neck.
"I thought you'd do it for me," Ryujin interveened in an obviously fake, offended tone, taking Yeji by the chin.
The leader's eyes sparked, and her smile became endearing. "You know I'd eat your pussy every day if you let me…" Yeji's words were interrupted by a loud gasp, caused by the quick, deep penetration of Seungdae's whole manhood in her pussy.
"Don't keep her waiting," he smirked along with Ryujin.
Yeji exhaled and quickly slid her hands under her friend's thighs, pulling her cunt to her face, immediately causing a sweet moan to come out of her.
Seungdae made eye contact with the young woman. In complicity, both nodded. Ryujin quickly grabbed Yeji's hair, and he began fucking her at full speed.
Just as Yeji said, she ate her partner's pussy with the same eagerness as she was getting fucked. While she felt her insides reshaping to fit Seungdae's cock, her tongue swirled through Ryujin's folds with extraordinary precision and expertise, causing her to start whimpering.
He already knew how insatiable the leader was, but watching her lock her body to slam her own ass against his shaft, and seamlessly have full control over Ryujin's core, was just as amazing as her cunt felt. She was purposely tight, syncing the movement of her hips to his own so she could get all of his length inserted into her body at full strength. Her walls felt slick, and yet, he could feel them gripping his cock every time he pulled out.
Ryujin was in a similar situation. She had years of experience having her pussy eaten by Yeji. They knew each other's weak spots and how to use them to make each other cum practically on command. But just as they knew how to give each other an orgasm with ease, they also knew how they enjoyed getting there the most.
For Yeji, that was a nice, long journey, and then, one climax after the other until her body gave up. Whether she controlled them or not, it didn't matter. She was already enjoying that. But Ryujin preferred to feel desired, that her partner would do anything for her. Yeji was always that person, worshiping her pussy, drinking her juices as if her life depended on it, savoring every wrinkle, every fold, every drop that came out of her core. It always became a game of being edged until Yeji was desperate to feel her squirting on her face.
"U-unnie," Ryujin exclaimed in a whimper. Having Yeji’s lust-driven mouth licking her while she got pounded was nothing new, but she was not used to Yeji being at that level of arousal. She was devouring her cunt, sucking on her clit for just enough to bring her closer to her climax, but releasing it in time to keep it one good lick away.
Seungdae was surprised by the quick feat, but even more amazed at the control over her own body. She was still fucking herself with the same rhythm and force, but he could feel her legs trembling. Without stopping, he leaned forward. "You want all of us to cum at the same time, don't you?" He whispered in her ear, feeling the heat and moisture emanating from Ryujin's pussy. Yeji chuckled without separating her lips from her friend's groin. "I like the way you think," he scoffed.
He wanted to see that, and knowing what he'd do afterwards, it felt fair to give her what she wanted. Seungdae remained over Yeji, controlling her body while she controlled Ryujin's. He allowed his senses to fill with them: their moaning, their whimpers, their agitated breathing, their musky smell, Ryujin's small bouncing tits and trembling thighs, Yeji's soft skin and silky, tight walls. He felt like an animal in heat whose only purpose was to fill that pussy to the brim.
He looked at Ryujin's face. He scanned her. Her frowning expression, clenching jaw, parted lips, and, particularly, her gorgeous, pleading eyes. Then, he felt it. His climax hit, his cock twitched, and Yeji did the rest.
She let her body succumb to her orgasm, contracting her pussy to squeeze every drop of cum from Seungdae, feeling his semen hit her cervix while she squirted violently. Her arms hugged Ryujin's legs, trying to keep some control over her own body while her mouth sucked her clit like crazy, triggering her climax.
Ryujin's body went through a series of spasms that made her squirt like crazy. She held Yeji's hair, trying to direct as much of her juices to her mouth as she could, but thanks to Yeji's ridiculous drive to make her cum harder, she couldn't. She caught a glimpse of her gush landing on the man's face, which only added another level of shame that intensified the whole experience for her.
Yeji went up another notch. Being the receptor of two different kinds of orgasms pushed her mind aside. Her body contracted like crazy, drinking as much of her partner's juices and swaying her hips to the best of her ability until Seungdae stopped moving.
As soon as he was done flooding her pussy, he quickly held Yeji's hips, pulled out of her still squirming cunt, and looked down to see her puckered hole. He remembered how the roles were reversed earlier. The anger he had repressed from earlier was now taking over him. Before she could react, he shoved his manhood inside her tight butthole, stretching her rim in half a second.
"Fuck!" Yeji screamed gutturally. Her hips followed with a series of convulsions that helped him get more and more of his length into her asshole until he was fully inside of her. "Y-yes!" She grunted, spraying her squirt every time her core contracted involuntarily.
"Sick bastard," Ryujin murmured to herself, watching him lick her juices as they ran down his face. Then, she yelped at Yeji's left arm, suddenly securing her hips in place. "Wait, no…!" She gasped, followed by a profound moan caused by Yeji's fingers reaching deep inside her cunt and curling inside.
Trembling already, the red-haired woman looked down to see her friend's piercing eyes and wicked smile. "Please," Ryujin mouthed with a light nod.
Yeji used the convulsions of her own climax to please everyone in the room, including herself. Her ass rocked back and forth erratically, held only by Seungdae's hands while he rammed her ass, making their flesh clap loudly. She could feel her pussy leaking, but she could no longer tell the difference between her own nectar, his semen, or her squirt. Regardless, the hard, constant hits at her womb blurred the lines between her orgasms.
Ryujin was following closely. She felt her pussy pouring wave after wave of fluids directly at Yeji's face. She had no control over her legs. At times they were in the air, at times they fell on the mattress, but she could not stop them from shaking. Her left hand had a tight grip on the sheet beneath her, and her right hand was tugging the leader's hair, making her knuckles white, to keep her away from her clit.
Unfortunately for her, Yeji's will was stronger. She captured her sensitive bean, sucking it and licking it with the same eagerness as the man destroyed her ass.
The whole scene was beautiful. Seungdae had made women cum that violently and frequently before, but having Ryujin squirming like that because of how he was fucking Yeji finally made him feel like he was back in control of the situation. He looked down again, admiring the way her asshole stretched to take his girth, gripping onto his cock every time he pulled back.
In between her orgasms and whimpers, Ryujin locked his eyes with Seungdae. She could see his anger. It seemed that watching her trembling in pleasure only served as fuel for his fury. After all, even though it was under Yeji's wishes, it was she who fucked his ass earlier, and, as much as Yeji's asshole could be sore later, right there, the leader was having the time of her life, surfing a never-ending wave of orgasms. As much as he was enjoying it, it was not fair.
"N-nipples," Ryujin mouthed to him. If he wanted to break Yeji in any possible way, that could be his easiest shot.
Seungdae raised an eyebrow, understanding the meaning behind it. He was already feeling his climax approaching, so he might as well take Yeji with him. He leaned forward once more, sliding his hands from her hips to her waist and down her soft mounds. As soon as he felt his first wave of cum approaching, he pinched her nipples, and once he started spurting his seed into her asshole, he pulled her tits, twisting her nubs, breaking any bit of control she had left in her.
Her whole body shuddered to her orgasm. Through quick, violent waves, her fingers clenched repeatedly inside Ryujin's cunt while she sucked her clit harder than before, unable to stop.
"Fuck!" Ryujin screamed, unable to produce a sound other than the loud whoosh that came from her pussy. Yeji, however, seemed broken for a moment. Her eyes rolled back, and her limbs contracted while Seungdae shot his sperm inside her guts.
His face was drenched in a mixture of his own sweat and Ryujin's squirt. Panting, he looked to his right to see the X-cross. Without waiting for his breath to recover, he took Yeji's shivering body and carried her, holding her by the neck and her pussy, aided by his cock, still buried in her asshole. The abrupt action forced her stiff fingers to exit Ryujin's cunt, bringing her attention back to them.
Seungdae was quick to align her pussy to the dildo attached to the machine beneath them. Not so carefully, and keeping his fingers inside her, he lowered her until she grunted, signaling the silicone dick had reached the bottom of her cunt. Releasing her cunt, but still holding her by the neck, he took her right wrist and reached for the buckle in his top right, securing her with one hand. Once he was done, he released her neck, keeping her balanced with his cock, and repeated the action with her left wrist.
Quickly, he took half a step back and knelt, leaving her gaping asshole leaking his cum while he secured her ankles to the structure. He stood up, collecting his cum from her inner thighs with his right hand, then yanked Yeji's hair with his left to see her eyes and spread his seed all over her face. Her devilish, broken smile only made him angrier. Without even looking back at the women, he walked towards his clothes and picked them up.
"Wait!" Ryujin yelled from the bed.
"Icy," he replied. "I'm leaving."
The younger woman rolled off the bed. As soon as she felt her toes touch the floor, her leg trembled. She knew she'd fall at any moment. She inhaled deeply and began walking. Ryujin did her best to reach the machine holding the dildo and turned it on. The toy went up and down at mid-speed, fucking Yeji, who began laughing weakly at the familiar sensation.
Struggling, Ryujin tried to run towards Seungdae, almost falling flat over the door. However, as soon as she opened it and tried to walk towards him, she tripped over.
If not for Seungdae's quick movements, she would have hit the floor. He caught her, taking her by her chest and her waist. Knowing her legs won't be of any help, he carried her and threw her to the couch, where she had lain down earlier.
"Close the door," she requested, panting and wiggling her toes, still feeling the aftermath of her climax, but trying to get her legs to work normally.
He sighed and pulled the door until it clicked. "Closed," he replied, going back to his pile of clothes.
"Thank you. That room is soundproof. I don't want her to hear any of this," Ryujin stated.
"I know it's soundproof. The whole house is. But what are you talking about?" His voice showed his annoyance. While he looked for his trunks, he walked closer to her, both to hear her better and to get a better view of her body, thinking he might not see her like that again.
"First, I'm sorry for earlier," she voiced, trying to sit on the couch. "I could not get the idea out of her head. But I convinced her to use the smallest dildo, and I tried not to insert it all inside of you, but I lost control when she pulled me," she explained.
"Yeah, I know! But why the fuck would you agree to even do that if you didn't want to peg me?" He asked with fury in his eyes. Ryujin could not look at his eyes. He sighed again, this time in anger. "You can't say no to her, can you?" He yelled, sounding menacing.
She looked up at him, then back down, noticing her right hand was rubbing her stomach, and her left hand was clenched in a fist. "No," she admitted, trying to control her sadness and anxiety.
Seungdae noticed the struggle on her. He had seen that before. He breathed deeply and ran his hands through his damp hair. 'Why do I have to be like this?' He thought, frustrated, before sitting next to Ryujin, seeing an old version of himself in her. "What's the deal with you two?" He asked in a serious, calm tone.
Ryujin shrank on the couch. Her breathing became quicker, but shorter.
"Hey, I'm bound to confidentiality, and there's nothing you can say at this point that would surprise me." His words made her frown. "Why does she have such control over you?" He asked. His voice sounded concerned, even though he was still upset by the whole situation.
"I lo… I like her," she admitted after a deep breath, still unable to look at his face.
"That I understand," he reassured her with no doubt in his voice. "But how did you two get to this point?"
Ryujin scoffed. In a way, that question felt like a key that unlocked something she had kept inside her for ages. "She’s always been a bit of a freak," she explained, then she took a deep breath. "But after a specific service session, something snapped in her. After that, no matter if she's the one giving or receiving, she lets herself go too much." She shook her head, as if remembering every time something like that had happened. "Usually, Lia is the one taming her and Yuna down, but she needed a break from work and all… This."
"I get her," he let out. Dumbfounded, Ryujin slowly turned to see him.
"Dude, you've been doing this for two months or less," she scoffed with a bit of anger.
"Doesn't mean I don't know how freaking complicated your life can get," he replied, letting a bit of his own locked frustration out while his back rested on the couch.
Ryujin frowned. "I don't think you can even comprehend…"
"I can! More than I'm willing to share with you, right now."
"Hey, I just told you I like her!"
"And you fucked me in the ass. We're still far from even."
"Can't argue with that…" She sighed and ran her hands through her hair, as if trying to clear her mind. "Anyhow. With Lia out for a while, I had to deal with all of this, and clearly, I lost what little control I had at some point. If I even had any," she admitted.
"Ryujin, you have to learn to say no to her." He looked at her, trying to see her face without leaning forward. "For everyone's sakes. Including mine now."
She looked at him quickly. "Does it mean you'll stay?" She asked, with big, hopeful eyes.
"Don't rush it. I'm still thinking about it," he replied.
"You don't understand. She loves the way you fuck her. Too much!" Ryujin acknowledged, getting closer to him.
"She's the one who rode me last time. And Yuna's the one who fucked her throat with my cock. I barely had any control over her that day," he remarked.
"She counted the days to be able to get on that big dick of yours!" Ryujin shared with a sigh. "You just fucked her in the only way I can't," she scoffed, shaking her head. Then she knelt on the couch and held his hand. "I’ll do anything for you to stay with us," she offered, shutting her eyes tightly. "Fuck me if you want. Any hole. Just…"
"Tell me. When I was blindfolded, and all five of you got on top of me, what did you do exactly?" He tapped her chin, and she opened her eyes.
"I-I touched your chest and sat on your arm…" She stated, then she lowered her eyes, knowing he was still expecting more. "I touched your cock and shoved my feet in your mouth," she admitted awkwardly.
"Chest, I understand it could be to confuse me at the beginning. Sitting on my arm was more to kiss someone more comfortably, which, putting two and two together, was Yeji. Am I wrong?"
"N-no," she sighed, looking like a scolded cat.
"Touching my cock and blessing me with your feet in my mouth… That was Yeji's idea, right?"
"Yes," Ryujin confirmed, getting quieter.
"Then you’ve only touched me to fuck Yuna, to tease me, or because Yeji tells you to do it," he stated. "Ryu, I know you’re not interested in me at all," Seungdae voiced. She looked down. "Do you even like men?"
She knew the question was approaching. She smirked in defeat and scoffed. "Not really. I slept with a couple back when I was younger. You know… To try things out," she explained, looking at his eyes. "But I never liked it. Yeji has taken all the dicks out of my way, even in a group endorsement we had," she added, tilting her head and raising her eyebrows.
"She's the leader. She declared herself the group's tribute, right?"
"From the beginning. She didn't want any of us to go through that until Yuna kept begging. She took a big bullet to 'save' her as much as she could, but that's what broke her," she explained.
"Fine," he sighed. "I'll take your offer."
Ryujin's eyes opened wide, and her heart sank in her chest. She immediately took her hand back and straightened her back, adding a bit more distance between them.
"I'm joking!" He chuckled, calming her with his hands without touching her. "I'm joking, seriously. I'll only touch you if that's what you want."
She looked at him. His eyes looked calm now. She relaxed after remembering again how Twice talked about him. "Thank you," she exhaled with her eyes closed. "Really."
"Hey, it’s okay… Thank you for trying to tame the Light Fury," he closed his fist and softly tapped her thigh.
"Look, I still feel bad for earlier," she sighed, half-smiling. "You can touch me if you want. Just… Keep your hands away from my holes, and let's avoid getting your dick near me, alright?" She scrunched her nose, grimacing. "And if you're going to slap my ass, don't be too harsh on me."
"That sounds like an offer I can't refuse! Feet included?"
"Why? You liked them that much?" Ryujin smirked, leaning back and stretching one leg to get her foot near his face as she wiggled her toes.
"That's no secret," Seungdae admitted, grabbing her ankle. "But you were the one who shoved them in my mouth last time," he added, raising his eyebrows.
Ryujin hummed for a moment. "If they're within distance," she began, moving her foot in circles, getting it closer to his face. "You can touch them," she pointed at his face with her big toe. "If you're fast enough, maybe lick them," she added in an overly flirty tone, running her toes through his cheek and taking her foot back before touching his lip. "But if I'm not in the mood, don't even think about it," she concluded with her serious voice.
"Jokes aside. Are you really okay with that?"
Ryujin sighed and tried, unsuccessfully, to push him with her hand. "I don't mind with you anymore. I feel like we already crossed a line that we can't go back from," she replied, pursing her lips, pointing to the semi-dry plaster of cum in her chest.
"That's true," he let out in a defeated tone. "What about your boobs?" He added, trying to lift the mood.
Ryujin scoffed. "You already grabbed them when you saved me from falling earlier!"
"Did I? I didn't notice," Seungdae raised his eyebrows in legit surprise.
"I know they're small, but you don't have to be rude!"
He laughed and stood up, offering his hand to help her. "I mean it. I was more worried you'll land with your face."
"Fair," she took his hand, finally standing up with firm legs. "You did save me from some serious bruising," Ryujin smirked at him and punched him softly in the shoulder. "Want to go another round against her?" She suggested with a smirk, pointing to the dungeon with her head.
"That’s an even better way to ask forgiveness," he smirked back at her.
Before going back inside, they took their time drinking a bit of water, trying to recover some of the fluids they lost earlier. "Don't you think she'll need some water too?" Seungdae asked, picking up her glass to leave it in the sink.
"Likely, but she can handle it," Ryujin replied, raising her eyebrows and looking down. "You ready?"
"Let's see how she's doing, then."
Ryujin did her best to open the door without making a sound. As soon as the door opened slightly, they could hear her heavy breathing and her quiet moans, accompanied by the mechanical sound of the device fucking her with the silicone dildo. Once they could see her properly, both admired her efforts to rock her hips, trying to get more out of that machine.
"Didn't I leave that thing inside her cunt?" He asked, noticing the new pool of fluids and how her rim was clenching the toy every time it went out.
"Yup. It was in her pussy when I turned that on," Ryujin replied with a proud smirk that he noticed right away, instantly imitating her to annoy her. She slapped him softly on the arm and got inside the dungeon with him.
"Is she a nympho or something?"
"Not quite. But once she started, she won’t stop until she can’t stand up," she replied, closing the door.
"We have work to do then," Seungdae smiled, ready to settle things with Yeji.
"Y-you came back!" The leader yelled, letting her head fall back without stopping the movement of her hips.
Seungdae sighed and walked towards her. "I'm not done with you yet."
"I h-hoped so. I'm still awake," she grinned, followed by a soft gasp and a little yelp when he pulled her hair and slapped her ass, leaving his fingers traced on her skin.
"You really make me wonder if the sweet Yeji you show your fans is somewhere inside this needy whore," he whispered in her ear, purposefully rubbing his cock in her asscheeks.
Her body kept moving her hips at the same rhythm as the machine, but her devilish, slutty face quickly turned to an innocent pout with sparkly eyes. "You've only met a small part of me, but it's all me," she giggled, biting her lower lip in a cute expression.
He smirked at her, remembering the very contradictory sides his previous partners had shown him, particularly Jieun and Tzuyu. "Hopefully, I'll see more of that side later," he replied, running his hand down her wet slit. "For now…"
"Yah! Why did you turn it off?" Yeji asked as soon as the dildo stopped.
"You're still awake, aren't you?" Ryujin intervened, moving near her feet after unplugging the machine to unbuckle her ankles and then her wrists while Seungdae held her firmly by the hair and her pussy. "We'll take care of you, unnie," she loomed in her range of vision with a wide smile that showed her whiskers.
Yeji quickly noticed the double strap-on her partner was wearing before she grunted, being carried by the three fingers inside her pussy and the hand in her scalp.
'Yet another orgasm,' Seungdae thought, feeling her cunt clenching around his fingers and her hips shaking in his palm. "Fuck her while I send her to sleep," he commanded, placing Yeji face down in the highest part of the tantra chair, leaving her legs hanging in the lowest part.
Knowing what they'd do to her, she spread her legs and placed her feet on the handles to get some stability, wiggling her unstable ass to present her holes to Ryujin.
Seungdae knelt to meet her eyes. "You're an amazing little whore," he smirked, signaling Ryujin to get ready behind Yeji. "I want you to keep your eyes on mine at all times, alright?" He held her by the chin, just as the redhead had recommended while they drank water. Whatever that was, it ignited her submissive side to the fullest. "No matter what."
She breathed heavily, biting her lips at his command before nodding lightly. Unconsciously, she was already salivating in anticipation.
"Now, be good and open your ass for our dear Ryujinie," he smirked. He could see the fire in her eyes while she took her buttcheeks and spread them.
The dildos on the strap were roughly the same size, about seven inches long. Staying at a couple of centimeters away from touching Yeji's holes, Ryujin aligned them and, with Seungdae's final signal, she abruptly inserted half the length of the dildos into her body, instantly triggering another small orgasm for her.
He could see her effort to stop her eyes from rolling back. But as requested, she looked at his eyes while she released a moan with a tint of pain, hidden in all her pleasure. Seungdae's previous abuse of her asshole and her own time fucking herself on the machine had already left her puckerhole with enough of a gape to take that size fairly easily.
"What an obedient slut," he said, caressing her cheek and bringing a shy smile to her wicked face. "Now, eyes here," he pointed to his own face, "and I don't want any other waterfall coming out of your mouth, understood?"
She nodded quickly, following his face with her eyes as he stood up, and her hips trembled slightly.
"No mercy," Ryujin mouthed with a grin.
Seungdae winked at her and yanked Yeji's hair. "Give your hands to Ryujin and breathe deeply," he ordered, slapping her cheeks and her mouth with the weight of his manhood, almost poking her eyes.
Her excitement was evident; the smacking of his glans over her face brought a joyful grin to her lips. She threw her hands back, quickly feeling Ryujin's grip. Yeji inhaled deeply while the man held her head with both hands. Once she was ready, she held her breath and opened her mouth, showing the small pool of saliva she had prepared. The younger woman waved her hips side to side, waiting for Seungdae.
A subtle nod was the signal. Yeji's body squirmed at the sudden rough penetration of her fuck holes. As requested, her eyes remained on Seungdae's face, widening as a response to the pleasure she felt, letting him know how desperately she wanted to be in that exact position.
Ryujin's thrusts were precise and deep. Their countless nights together made it easy for the redhead to read Yeji's reactions and to move at the right angle to hit that sweet spot, carrying her through a series of orgasms. She was not holding back, making their thighs clap at every thrust while the leader's folds and her rim gripped onto the dildos at every movement, loving the way they rubbed against each other through her inner walls.
The assault on her mouth was relentless. Yeji wrongly hoped he'd enjoy the initial bubbling of her pipe, pushing into her throat gradually. Instead, he forced his manhood almost entirely into her neck on the first thrust, burring her nose in his pubes on the second one. Before she could notice, both of them were fucking her without stopping.
Yeji kept staring up at him. She could not moan, whimper, or cry. The only sounds coming out of her body were the loud gurgling of her mouth and the gushing of her cunt while she squirted due to Ryujin's tireless ramming. Knowing she had pushed them to treat her like this only made her continuous climax all the more satisfying. Just as she wanted, she had lost any control over her own body. Her retching was weak, but since the only thing in her stomach was her own spit and his load from earlier, she relaxed, letting everything in her body flow, drenching her thighs along with Ryujin's.
Seungdae also enjoyed being part of the show. The reactions from her body added some extra contractions to her throat that only increased his lust. Every time he saw Yeji's eyes rolling back, he slapped her face, forcing her brain to remain active for as long as possible and bringing a weak smile to her face at every smack. He knew he had little time to make the most of it, so, taking advantage of his still sensitive cock, he focused on reaching his own orgasm.
Slowly, the leader's brain began to feel foggy. 'More… More… More…' Was the only thought in her mind, even though she could no longer differentiate what was happening between her legs. She stared at Seungdae from below. He looked fierce, getting more animalistic every second he fucked her throat. "Quickly!" Yeji heard from Ryujin, although her voice sounded distant. Her body was still shaking in their hands. As much as the slaps on her face helped her to stay awake, the sudden, erratic thrusts to her face while his cock was fully buried in her throat became her last memory before her body surrendered to the lack of air and her eyes finally closed.
Seungdae knew she was close to passing out from choking on his cock, but he leaned forward, missing it completely. Carried away by his own orgasm, he kept Yeji's lips around the base of his dick while he released his seed into her pipe, thrusting violently at every spurt of cum that came out of his glans. When his climax was over, he heard his own labored breathing and focused his eyes to see Ryujin chuckling at him.
"Out," she ordered with a smirk as soon as their eyes met.
He looked down to see Yeji's limp body, held in place only by Ryujin, holding her wrists, her strap with the two dildos keeping her hips steady, and his fists, chelnching tightly onto her hair to the point his knuckles turned white. He came back to his senses in a second and pulled his manhood out of her mouth. The immediate, trembling, weak gasp for air made him sigh in relief.
"Easy. We've practiced that on purpose before," Ryujin let go of her arms and softly slapped her friend's ass while she took out the dildos from her holes. "Can you help me get her to her bedroom?" She asked, standing in the puddle of fluids that had come from Yeji's body.
"Sure…" He knelt, still holding her head by the hair, to see the leader's unconscious face. 'Too damn cute to be this crazy,' he thought, admiring her beauty, particularly her lips. "Call me crazy, but she's smiling," he scoffed, rubbing her soft cheek.
"I don't doubt it for a second," Ryujin giggled, taking off her strap before licking the dildos. "What?" She asked when she felt Seungdae's judging look on her.
"Nothing," he chuckled, carefully releasing Yeji's head, letting it hang on the tantra chair. "I just thought she'd love to see you lick her juices like that."
"You want some? You can lick it directly from her," she smirked, pointing at Yeji's ass. "She'd be okay with it. You could even have another round in pussy or her ass if you want," she added. "She'd love to watch the video when she wakes up." Ryujin pointed at the cameras carefully placed in several parts of the room.
"As tempting as that is, which is a lot! I think I've done my hours for today," he smiled, caressing Yeji's back.
"Let's go to her room, then."
Very carefully, Seungdae carried Yeji in his arms while Ryujin guided him. Before getting out of the dungeon, she placed a towel on the floor and covered Yeji's ass with another one to avoid leaving a trail of squirt through the apartment. Then, she took another couple of clean towels with her.
"Stay still for a moment," she advised at the entrance of Yeji's room. Slowly, she opened the door, and two dogs came out running. "These are Hongsam and Insam," she chuckled, pointing at the brown and black dogs respectively. "Come in," she told him.
She kept the door wide open for him to enter the bedroom. As soon as he was in, she quickly extended the two towels on the bed. "There! That'd make it easier for later."
"For later?" He wondered, laying Yeji down on her side and noticing the bowls of water and dog food on a corner of the room.
"She can keep leaking after an experience like that," Ryujin replied, pursing her lips.
"You truly know her after care, huh?" He playfully messed with her hair.
"What can I say? Water, a light meal, a warm shower, cuddling, and sleeping together," she smiled, keeping her eyes on Yeji's peaceful face. "It works for both of us," she added, nodding at him.
"Perfect recipe," he smirked, knowing well that was almost his ritual with Jieun after any of her brand ambassador sessions.
After ensuring Yeji would be alright, Ryujin took a robe for her and guided Seungdae to the living room, where he had left his clothing. While he got dressed, he asked about that 'bullet' Yeji took for the group back then. Ryujin explained in detail how the investors used Yeji that night.
He sighed deeply, partially relieved that he had not gone overboard, considering what she had endured in the past, but also for the shock that must have also been for Ryujin and the other members to see Yeji after that experience. "That's fucked up."
"Yup! But she did all that and more to take care of us."
"And after all that, you don't have the guts to say you love her," he smirked at her, resting his back on the couch, next to her.
"I never said…!" Ryujin flushed, quickly hitting his shoulder and making him laugh.
"You don't need to say that for me to know it," he chuckled. "But you may need to talk with her about it."
She sighed. "Yeah, Jimin and Sua unnie said the same thing," she acknowledged with a bit of sadness.
"Take your time with it. But do it," he pushed her playfully. "Trust me on this one. It can be worth it," he scoffed with a smile. "For now, just promise me you'll start saying no to her."
"That I can promise," she smirked.
"Good. It'll be good for everyone. Mainly for you," Seungdae tilted his head, raising his eyebrows.
"Thank you." Ryujin hit him softly with her elbow. "So… We good?" She asked with a tint of worry in her face and voice.
"Yeah, I think so," Seungdae nodded, pursing his lips.
"Just… Sorry about earlier," she insisted, guilt taking over her.
"Leave it… Let's not talk about it," he replied, standing up. "Take care of her, alright?"
"I will," she responded, accompanying him to the door.
"And, Ryujin," he added, catching her attention. "Stay in touch, alright?"
"I will," she affirmed, chuckling.
Without remembering his previous texts, he drove to the closest destination: Jieun's apartment. It wasn't until Seungdae entered her place that he felt all the physical and mental exhaustion of the day.
He quickly scanned the place. No sign of her. Battling his own body, he took a shower. Once he was out, he took the closest set of pajamas he had there and threw himself on the couch, falling asleep in a blink.
"Seungdae… Are you okay?"
He woke up to the soft voice and tender touch of Jieun, noticing her breathing heavily right away. He remembered the message he sent earlier, so she may have run to get there. "Yeah, just tired," he replied with a husky voice.
"Yah! You know you can tell me anything. Are you sure you're okay?" She insisted, holding his face in her small hands. He scoffed, looking at his side. She knew that look meant he was holding something. "Do you want to talk about it?"
"I'm not sure…"
"Hey," she kissed him on the lips. "After everything I've done, and everything you've seen done to me, you've always treated me with the same love and care," she smiled kindly at him, finally locking eyes. "Whatever it is, it won't change a bit how I see you or feel about you."
Seungdae took his time, but he managed to tell her everything that had happened and how everything ended. She empathized with him. Her own experiences had given her a first-hand understanding of the situation. The fact that Seungdae seemed calm about it after sharing it with her helped her relax.
"What if I prepare dinner for us this time, and then we cuddle before sleep?" She proposed after a bit more talking on the couch.
He chuckled, hugging her and kissing her forehead. "That sounds like a good idea."
After having dinner, already in bed in each other's embrace, they spent some time on their phones. Jieun was checking her schedule for the week, while Seungdae scrolled through social media until he received a few messages from Ryujin.
RJ: You awake?
SD: Yeah, not sure for how long, though.
SD: Are you and Yeji okay?
RJ: I'm fine, but you left her throat sore, and her nipples hurt.
SD: Not so sorry about that… 🙄
RJ: Oh, don't be at all! She loves that, and it's fun teasing her! Our little act on her made her feel recharged~
RJ: She's in a really good mood 🙂↕️
SD: I hope you enjoy her.
RJ: What do you think I'm doing? 😼
RJ: Anyhow, I can't help to still feel bad about earlier, so I talked to the girls, and they agreed it would be okay if you have this.
The video attached was around three hours long. When he opened it, he was amazed. He saw himself, from several angles, blindfolded in the X-cross. He fast-forwarded through the video with a smirk. Everything was there.
SD: Unexpected, but I'll treasure this! Thank you!
RJ: I thought you'd like it, perv. But I also have this for you.
Another pair of videos. One of them was slightly shorter but with the same miniature as the longer one. Both were shorter than the first one she sent.
RJ: I'm not sure if you'd want to relive what happened earlier, so I cut it and sent you both versions. You can delete it if you want. The longer video has it ALL.
SD: Damn… Thank you?
RJ: I really hope we're okay… You're a cool dude.
SD: We are. Don't worry about it.
RJ: Tell me you know how to keep those private, and I won't worry!
SD: If you knew the gallery of stuff I have, you wouldn't worry at all!
RJ: Nice! Good night then! Yeji also says good night!
She sent a selfie she took from above, showing Ryujin winking while her partner snuggled on her chest. Then, a video from the same angle where Ryujin softly poked Yeji’s tit, making her whine, before they laughed together and kissed tenderly, ending the scene.
'Amazing,' he thought, watching the contrasting difference of her wicked smile from earlier, and her absurdly cute, loving expression with Ryujin. It almost made him forget the devil she can be. He wished them good night and scrolled back to the videos.
"Hey, hum… Ryujin sent these," he told Jieun, who was in a similar position to Yeji in the picture.
"Are those…?" Her eyes widened as she raised her eyebrows.
"Yup… I was thinking, since you've shown me all the videos from your tributing or servicing time… If you want to see these…" He smirked, handing her his phone. A coy smile took over her face, but she nodded quickly, almost shyly.
They sat on the bed, and Jieun quickly got horny. She was focused on the video, resting half of her back on his chest while her hand slid down his pants and began stroking him softly while she fast-forwarded and rewinded the first video. She zoomed in on certain bits to get a better view of him with the Itzy girls, admiring their energy.
Jieun exited and stopped to look at him. "Can I open this one?" She asked, pointing at the second-longest video, unsure of what his response would be.
Seungdae scoffed with a smile. "Go ahead, I haven't seen anything on that one."
With a controlled, excited smile, she opened it and quickly found the part where he got pegged. Her eyes sparkled. Her grip tightened around his cock as she zoomed in on the best angle to see him cum. Just when Yeji pulled Ryujin for their fervent kiss, Jieun turned to see his face. Her eyes were already lustful, and the hand in his cock slowly went down to his balls. "Do you think we could…?" She asked while her small fingers reached his crack.
"You're not shoving anything down there in me, Jin," he replied with a scoff, shaking his head. "Not today," he giggled. He trusted his body blindly to her, just as she trusted him with hers. It was fair to leave the option open.
Jieun smirked, accepting his response. "Can I at least lick it today?" She wondered, licking her lips and getting closer to his face as her hand slid back to his shaft.
He scoffed. "Fine," he replied, pulling her for a kiss before she grinned cutely and turned back to see more of the video.
Jieun fast-forwarded through it until he was drilling Yeji's pussy and then ramming her ass. "Why haven't you fucked me like that?" she pouted at him, releasing his cock from any covering.
"What do you mean?" He replied, laughing. "I've fucked you way harder than that!"
"You have," she nodded, leaving the phone aside and quickly taking off her pants, going over him. "But not with anger," Jieun added with a happy, lustful smile, unbuttoning her pajama, letting him see her soft midriff.
"That's because I love you," he stated, pulling her closer to him until his lips touched her skin.
"Then fuck me like you hate me."
Author's notes: The root of this fic came to mind shortly after I wrote the first ideas for We Pray. That's like seven months ago, at least ☝️. The more I wrote, the more I added, and that idea was divided into the OT5 story and this fic (with some adjustments for it all to make sense and serve the larger plot).
For those not into pegging who made it past that part and until the end, I hope you liked what happened after that, hehe 😈.
For those waiting for Ryujin to get used in the dungeon, bear with me, there's an outline for that.
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A/N: (This chapter picks up from the end of 'Flickering Flames'/'Moonlight and Memory')
The twin chapter to 'Nobody Like You'. Almost a month after I said it would drop, but better late than never, right?
This is the final smut sequence to be written in the series. For everyone who picked this up from the relentless heat of the very first chapter ('First Light') and sat through hundreds of thousands of words of unresolved guilt, shame, anxiety, trauma, tension and angst - this is Yeji and Minho at their absolute peak, and this is for you. Happy reading and happy gooning!
[LIA'S POV]
Some things stop being beautiful the moment you try to keep them.
You convince yourself it's just for fun. A private joke, harmless entertainment. You tell yourself that breaking a moment down into pixels is a victimless crime as long as you're only watching. But the second you pull a living, breathing thing through a lens just to consume it at your own convenience, you aren't preserving a memory. You're taking a hostage.
Lia always told herself she was just preserving the chaos.
Minjun found her at the kitchen counter with her phone in a death grip and pressed a hand to the small of her back. He steered her toward the stairs while voices still bounced off the first-floor tile behind them.
They took the stairs in the dark. Minjun unzipped the big suitcase, hunting for the emergency Saeukkang, but his hand caught the heavy duffel instead. He dragged it over the zipper until something thudded against the floorboards and spread plastic and silicone everywhere.
Lia turned to find their toy bag emptied across the bedroom floor. The pink vibrator rolled under the dresser to buzz against the baseboard, while a bottle of lube landed sideways and spun to a stop. The silk blindfold they'd never used floated down right in the middle of the rug.
"Those are definitely crackers, jagiya," Lia said dryly.
Minjun dropped to his knees to pick everything up, killing the vibrator with a thumb press before tossing it back in the duffel. "Crackers are in the side pocket."
He dug the foil bag out of the outer pouch, gave up on the clean-up, and climbed onto the bed to rip it open.
She sat on the edge of the bed and ate three without tasting the salt. Her phone charged on the nightstand, holding the folder. Jeju D1 pool AM M/RJ+Y. 43.7GB. 6 clips. 142 minutes.
Minjun followed her gaze, already knowing what was on the device. "Are we dealing with that tonight?"
"Not right now." She didn't have it in her.
She got up and walked to the window, letting the quiet house settle around them as the pool filter hummed through the floor and a door clicked shut down the hall.
Lia pressed her forehead against the glass and looked down at the teal-lit water, where two silhouettes stood by the deep edge.
"Yeji and Minho are at the pool," she said.
The mattress creaked as Minjun lay back against the pillows with the cracker bag on his stomach. "Are they fighting too?"
"No. Just standing there." Minho faced the water with Yeji right behind him, her forehead pressed between his shoulder blades.
"What actually happened down there?" Minjun asked. "I only caught the screaming at the end."
"She picked a boy over a member." Lia watched Yeji's shoulders shake once, then twice. She was too far up to confirm tears, but the rhythm was wrong for breathing. "Yeji told her to back off. Ryujin went harder."
"Does she do that? Choose outside the group?"
"Never. They bicker like they breathe, but they don't fight. I've known her seven years. Never seen Yeji do what I just saw her do."
Minjun crunched a cracker. "You've seen her, like - with guys before, right?"
"Plenty." Lia kept her eyes on the glass.
Minjun waited, chewing in the dark, until she pointed with her chin. Below, Yeji stepped around Minho, her hand trailing along his ribs until she faced him. "She doesn't do this. She doesn't do the tender song and dance. The hold-me-together-or-I'll-fall-apart energy. That's never been her move."
"So what's -"
"Aggressive," Lia cut in flatly. "Intense. She fucks like she's training for ISAC." Knowing Yeji's psychotic scheduling, she probably justified it as cardio for the relay. Lia frowned. "This is - think she was crying just now. Into his back."
Minjun stopped chewing. "Yeji?"
"Yeah."
"Don't think I've ever actually seen her cry."
"Oh, she cries on stage when we win," Lia said, her voice dropping lower. "But never off-camera. When the label screams at us or the internet turns, she just goes completely numb and fixes it. She'll sing harder, dance harder, but never break. Haven't seen her break down since we were trainees."
Below them, Yeji tipped her head up and put her hands on his face.
"Are they about to kiss because they're in love," Minjun asked from the bed, "or because they're -"
Yeji grabbed his jaw and kissed him hard, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her whole body against him. They stayed like that.
Lia dropped her head against the glass. "Does it matter?"
Then Yeji broke the kiss, kept her forehead against his, and stepped backward off the edge to pull him in with her.
The splash shook the floor and sent foam everywhere before they came up gasping and laughing in the deep end.
***
The bedroom stayed quiet behind her except for the steady crunch of Saeukkang. Down in the teal water, Yeji splashed him, and he caught her wrist. They treaded water and talked, their voices too low to carry, but Yeji's laugh kept drifting up, bright and unguarded. She didn't look like the girl who used sex as competitive cardio. She looked like a normal twenty-four-year-old in a pool with a boy she'd kept hidden from the group's sexual Olympics for years.
"Are they swimming or making out?" Minjun finally asked around a mouthful of crackers.
"They were just talking," Lia said.
Down below, the splashing stopped. Yeji drifted closer, sliding her hands around his neck, and wrapped her legs around his hips while he got both hands under her thighs to hold them up.
"Wait. He's holding them both up," Lia said. "Treading water while she's wrapped around him. That's stupidly hard."
"So they're making out."
"Both. And -" Lia leaned closer to the glass. "Okay, she just pushed the bikini side-tie out of the way. Looks like they decided to stop talking and start fucking."
The crunching stopped. "In the POOL?"
"In the deep end," Lia corrected, watching the water churn. "Where neither of them can stand. It's insane."
"That's advanced." Minjun swallowed audibly in the quiet room. "How's the technique?"
Lia kept her eyes on the pool. "Do you want play-by-play or color commentary?"
"Both."
"Well, yesterday Ryujin and Yuna turned this deck into a bloodsport. They were screaming over tempo and fighting for who got him to finish inside them." She watched Yeji's hips roll slow in the teal water. "But he's holding her face with both hands. She's whispering into his neck."
"That's either very romantic or very specific instructions."
"Probably both, yeah."
***
"Still going?" Minjun asked, ten minutes later, scrunching up the empty Saeukkang bag and tossing it aside.
"Mhm."
The cracker bag rustled as it drifted toward the hardwood floor and the pool filter hummed, carrying Yeji's soft, gasping laughs up the wall.
Twenty minutes.
"Still going?" Minjun asked again.
"No. They stopped moving. She just has her arms wrapped around his neck and they're holding each other. Just floating."
"In the water?"
"Yeah."
Forty minutes became what must've been an hour.
Lia's phone sat on the windowsill the whole time, screen up, camera lens catching the teal glow. She reached for it once, fingers getting within a nail's length of the case before she caught herself and shoved both hands deep into her pockets.
Down below, Minho climbed out first and walked toward the outdoor shower while Yeji stayed in the water another minute, floating on her back with the white cover-up billowing around her in the teal glow.
Then Yeji pulled herself out of the pool, using the railing to haul herself up in one clean motion that bypassed the stairs. She stood on the deck for a three-count, hand on her hip, water streaming from the soaked white cover-up plastered to her brown bikini. Three steps toward the outdoor shower, she reached for the hem and peeled the wet fabric up her stomach, her ribs, the slow drag of it separating from skin. She dropped it on the tile without looking back.
Still in just the bikini, she paused at the shower entrance to lean one shoulder against the slatted frame, cocking her hip and holding the pose.
"She's doing the thing," Lia said.
"What thing?"
"The ending fairy pose. The shoulder lean. That's the DALLA DALLA shot she hits when the Inkigayo cameraman walks up on her." She watched Yeji push off the frame and step inside the cubicle. "She just weaponized it for one guy in a shower."
The shower turned on, its slatted door hiding nothing from up here. Shadows merged right before the heavy, wet crack of a body hit the tile.
"He just pinned her to the wall," Lia said. "Legs wrapped. That's round two."
Minjun let his head thump back against the headboard. "Shit."
Yeji's voice carried up from the shower, sharp and breathless: "Let them hear -"
Her breath caught. She'd spent years watching fancam compilations break her dancing down frame by frame while Pann and TheQoo threads ranked her body against her own members, every stumble timestamped and archived by strangers who'd never met her. Yeji chose this, and nobody had ever asked Lia.
The slapping echoed off every hard surface down there, with Yeji getting louder and louder until she came so hard the whole property heard it, followed by total silence.
The shower cut off.
Yeji stepped out and walked to where her discarded swimwear sat on the deck, bending straight at the waist with her legs apart and holding the stretch way longer than picking up a bikini bottom takes.
"Oh." Lia tapped a finger against the window frame. "She's showing off."
From up here, Lia could see everything with 4K fancam levels of clarity. His cum dripped down Yeji's inner thighs, thick and glossy, as she turned slow to give Minho the full view of the mess he'd left inside her. The pool glow lit up the whole mess like a neon sign.
She held the pose before scooping up her bikini bottom, straightening out, and spinning the wet fabric around her finger.
Lia had never seen Yeji let any guy cum inside her before, let alone show it off like this. It was a level of vulnerability and ownership that was completely foreign for her, and it made Lia's stomach twist in a way she for once couldn't quite articulate.
Who was this guy to deserve all that?
The bed stayed quiet until Lia glanced over her shoulder. "You're being very quiet over there."
"I'm processing, jagiya."
Then Minho walked out of the shower naked, scooped Yeji up, and started carrying her toward the villa. Yeji shrieked and reached down between them and grabbed his dick like the Line 2 subway handle.
"He's carrying her," Lia reported, turning back to the glass. "And she's using his dick as a handrail."
Minjun groaned. "I didn't need that image."
"You asked for play-by-play, jagiya."
Yeji kicked against his arms and grabbed his shoulder, laughing so hard she went silent with it as they hit the sliding glass door and disappeared inside.
The front door banged open below. Laughter bounced off the tile, followed by heavy footsteps taking the stairs until Yeji shrieked, cut off by a body hitting a mattress so hard the bedsprings groaned through the walls.
A bedroom door slammed, shaking the house once before it settled.
Lia stayed at the window while the pool sat empty under its teal glow and the last ripples faded out. Above her, muffled laughter seeped through the ceiling - Yeji's voice, then his, too low to make out words. The laughing went on for a while, then stopped. Lia almost turned away from the window. Then a slow, rhythmic creak started up through the floorboards, joined by a sound so soft she might have imagined it - a moan or a breath, private enough that hearing it felt like an intrusion.
Someone moved by the sun loungers, and then a figure stepped into the pool light.
Ryujin.
The light hit her face hard, catching her sharp cheekbones and the dark hollows under her eyes while her jaw clamped tight enough to make the muscles stand out in her neck. So she'd been down there the whole time.
Ryujin tracked the wet footprints across the tile, all the way to the villa door. Then she looked up, straight at the only lit window in the house.
Lia stepped back from the glass.
"What?" Minjun asked. "What is it?"
Lia gripped the windowsill with white knuckles, holding onto the wood because the only other option was reaching for her phone.
Some things were better left unseen.
"Nothing," she said. "It's nothing."
***
[MINHO'S POV]
There's no graceful way to toss a girl onto a bed after she's just spent a flight of stairs using your cock as a subway handle, so I didn't bother trying. Either way, chucking a soaking wet Hwang Yeji onto a mattress is an objectively reckless act, but I highly recommend it.
The mattress took our combined weight with a violent groan. I caught myself on my forearms at the last second, hovering over Yeji as she bounced once against the pillows. Her soaked hair fanned out across the expensive-looking cotton we were already actively ruining. She let out a sharp, cackling laugh, and I realized I could probably listen to that sound for the rest of my life.
Fuck, I loved that laugh.
"Hi," she whispered.
"Hi," I managed back, acutely aware I was dripping chlorinated pool water onto her collarbone.
Somewhere between the deep end and the outdoor shower, the thing that had been crushing my chest for nearly two days had stopped crushing quite so hard. She'd looked at me in the pool with water in her lashes and said "you make me feel real" like it was the most obvious fact she'd ever stated, and something in me had exhaled for the first time all trip. She was warm, and real, and things made sense again, and the nightmare was over.
Wasn't it?
Anyway, I decided to be a complete asshole about it.
She wrapped her legs around the backs of my thighs like she fucking owned the bed, hooking around me the same way she had a thousand times over five years: arms locking behind my neck, hips tilting up, her wet pussy pressing warm and open against my cock with zero bullshit about what she wanted. I pulled back instead, hovering one agonizing inch above her to let the tip slide against her slickness without pushing in, and refused to give her a single fucking thing.
Her cat eyes went from warm to lethal in the span of a single blink, and I watched it happen with enormous, unearned satisfaction.
"Minho." She moaned, already wrecked from the shower. "Stop -"
"Stop what?"
"Stop being a dick and hovering there." She narrowed her eyes. "And hey - stop doing the aegyo thing with your eyes."
"I'm not doing an aegyo thing," I said, and just held her gaze, eyes wide and innocent, while she squirmed under me with my cock right there against her soaked cunt. "Besides, I've seen yours. Every time that guy makes you do the 'Ottoke' song on Weekly Idol, you look like someone's being held hostage."
The disgust on her face was deeply gratifying. We'd spent five years sitting naked on my couch eating cold ramyeon after those broadcasts while she scrolled through Naver comments and ranted about everyone who'd made her perform something she hated. Secret hookups weren't supposed to accumulate routines like that - post-show debriefs waiting for sweat to dry, opinions on which MC was the worst, her stealing my ramyeon because she'd claimed she wasn't hungry. But here we were.
"I fucking HATE that guy," she muttered.
"I know."
"He always ambushes me right after the performance section when I'm already sweaty and overstimulated and then the cameras are all right there and the shot is -" She drove her heels into my lower back mid-complaint, dragging me forward with the same brutal precision she used to hit center on every count, and the head of my cock sank into slick, wet heat before my brain had anything to say about it.
Her breath caught. Her eyes lit up. Her walls fluttered triumphantly around just the tip.
Then I locked my triceps and pulled straight back out.
The noise she made shouldn't have been as satisfying as it was.
"Excuse me," she huffed, squirming now in a way that was doing things to my willpower. "My aegyo is highly professional and everyone knows it."
"It's seriously terrifying."
"At least I don't weaponize it to cockblock someone." She stared up at me barely contained indignation. "And you do this EVERY SINGLE TIME, by the way."
"Do what every time?"
"This," she snapped, keeping her arms locked behind my neck but gesturing vaguely at the empty space between us with her free hand. "The hovering and the teasing and the whole song and dance. We were just in the pool. We were just fucking in the pool and then we were fucking in the shower and you were inside me exactly five minutes ago, and somehow we're back here doing the whole -" Her hips shifted restlessly. "Why?"
"Two minutes," I corrected.
She frowned. "What?"
"The stairs," I said, letting a slow, unapologetic smirk take over my face as I kept the tip brushing just barely against her slick entrance. "When I stumbled. You really expect me to believe you didn't tilt your hips on purpose?"
"I was losing my balance," she insisted, a violent flush hitting her cheeks to instantly betray her.
"I went balls to the wall, Yeji, and you giggled into my neck and crossed your ankles behind my back." I just stared her down, parting her wetness but refusing to sink in while she squirmed and tried to physically pull my waist deeper. "Admit it."
"I was trying to hold on -"
"You laughed," I said. I pressed the tip barely inside her, just enough to watch her eyes lose focus and her mouth go slightly open, and then I held still. "Into my neck. You giggled while it was happening. You liked it, didn't you?"
Her nails dug into my shoulders, her whole body engaged in a tug-of-war she was already severely losing as physical demand overtook her pride.
"Fine," she huffed, her ears burning red. "Yes. I moved. I wanted it. Happy? I've wanted it for the past hour and it's right there and if you could please, for once in your life, just -" She stopped and reassembled what was left of her dignity. "Please?"
I held still and widened my eyes innocently.
"Don't." She looked completely devastated and actively homicidal. "Don't do the sad puppy thing on top of the aegyo thing. That's even worse." She tried to physically haul me down but I braced against it, and she groaned with pure exasperation. "Yesterday morning, you did this EXACT thing. Made me beg for it while I had a Pilates class to get to."
"You loved it."
"I was LATE," she said, with real complaint now. "And you know I am NEVER late. Karina kept asking if I was okay all through the warm-up AND the cool-down because I couldn't concentrate. Do you know how embarrassing that is? It's the only reason she figured out you were here - if you hadn't been such a menace about the whole Pilates thing, she wouldn't have interrogated me in the sauna afterward, and then she wouldn't have set up the -"
She cut herself off.
Her hips went still for the first time all night, her mouth stayed open, and her grip on my neck went slack while I watched her rewind the last thirty seconds in real time.
My own brain caught up a moment later: no morning teasing meant no distracted class. No distracted class meant no interrogation. No interrogation meant no confession. No beach date.
No threesome.
I'd accidentally edged my way into a threesome with Karina.
My lips pulled into the slowest, most unearned grin of my life.
"Set up what?"
Her jaw went tight. "Don't."
"I'm just -"
"You don't get credit for that. You were just being difficult and you didn't KNOW that was going to happen." She tried to look at the ceiling instead of me, which she couldn't quite manage with her arms still locked behind my neck. "You were just being a dick."
"I'm a visionary," I declared, practically levitating with unearned pride.
What a pussy it'd been, too. So outrageously, catastrophically soft it'd inhaled me the second I pushed inside, and I got it - I finally got why certain producers kept ending up back in SM buildings on their days off and then wrote poetry about it. A fact Yeji would murder me in cold blood for if I ever said out loud, which I wouldn't, because I was many things but suicidal wasn't currently one of them.
"I was playing the long game," I added.
"You're an IDIOT." No heat in it, which was worse. Her thighs trembled against my hips, lip pushing out into a pout. "And you do this EVERY time. We've been fucking for over an hour, your cock is right there, I'm dripping on you right now, we both know how this ends, so can you please, for once, just -" She loosened her grip on my neck and dragged her fingers up into my hair instead, caressing my scalp. "Please?"
"Where's the fun -"
"The FUN is that we could be fucking right now instead of having this conversation." Her hips shifted, dragging her soaked entrance against my tip and nearly ending this very quickly. "Don't pretend you're not dying too. Your face is giving you away."
I pressed forward just enough to let the tip slip barely inside her. Her whole body jolted, walls fluttering with immediate, indignant demand, and then I pulled straight back out.
"I'm going to kill you," she said, and she sounded like she meant it.
"You're being dramatic."
"I'm being completely REASONABLE and this is torture and I don't know why I keep -" She twisted against me, her composure completely shot. "You heard what I told Karina last night! I stopped fucking other guys MONTHS ago for this! You're the absolute worst and I -"
I leaned down to kiss that frantic pulse point on her neck, fully intending to drag this out for at least another minute and make her break, and I made it approximately four seconds before her whole face changed.
The pout vanished. The frantic impatience dropped right off her face. Her jaw locked, and her eyes went dead-flat and completely ruthless. Anyone who thinks they can win a war of attrition against Hwang Yeji is a fucking idiot, myself included.
She doesn't break.
She just stops asking for permission and starts making executive decisions.
"Did I say please?"
She hooked her legs behind my thighs and yanked me in with one vicious pull, swallowing me to the root and burying me balls-deep in the wet mess I'd already left in her earlier. My smug grin disappeared into a breathless groan that was definitely also a laugh.
Her walls clenched around me, hot and tight and uninterested in giving me a moment to recover.
"And that," she breathed, looking enormously satisfied, "is why I never skip Pilates."
The irony nearly gave me a stroke. That morning class was what had kicked me out of the villa on day one, directly into Yuna's trap at the pool, lighting the match that burned down everything.
I shoved the thought under before it could fully form.
You just don't win physical battles against Hwang Yeji when she's made a decision; she had thighs built by ten thousand rehearsals and five years of practice using them on me.
"Well?" she demanded, her nails digging into my hips. "Are you going to fuck me or just hover there looking like you're about to ask Karina's God for forgiveness?"
"Actually -"
"NO," she cut in immediately, her hand coming up and covering my mouth.
"I know exactly what you're about to say," she continued, breathless but dead serious. "That God doesn't exist, that the theological implications are incoherent, and that invoking His judgment requires a belief system you fundamentally reject. Blah blah blah, I don't care. Just fuck me before I change my mind."
There were at least three things wrong with that sentence, starting with the fact that she'd memorized my atheist rant word-for-word, but before I could say any of them she clenched her soaked pussy around my shaft with such force my eyes crossed and my brain made a unilateral decision to shut the fuck up.
***
I started moving with slow, deep thrusts and let my brain wander in the spaces between them, which was a mistake I kept making and apparently had no interest in correcting.
"Ryujin said you changed," I said, pushing deeper on the last word. It'd been eating at me since the pool and I'd held it for about as long as I was capable of.
"I did change." She rolled her hips to meet the next thrust and pulled my face down until our foreheads nearly touched, her eyes sharp and defiant. "Because of you."
She spread her arms against the mattress and her fingers found mine, threading through and squeezing, and I shifted my weight onto one forearm and slid my free hand under her head, working my fingers into her damp hair.
Her eyes fluttered and rolled back. Then she pulled them back to me and kept going.
"We have the bonfire tomorrow," she said, her voice carefully level despite everything. "Everyone together - Karina and her girls too. I'll pull Ryujin aside then. One campfire, some soju. She'll cry, I'll cry. That's how we work." A small smile crossed her mouth, but the edges of it trembled.
Right. The bonfire. What had started as Chaeryeong's innocent kdrama fantasy at lunch yesterday, apparently now responsible for holding the whole group together. Yeji was going to drag her fractured members around an open flame and fix them with her typical Type-A willpower, treating the wreckage of her friendships out there with that psychotic intensity she applied to her comeback schedule.
I dropped off my forearms, lowering my chest flush against hers and shifting the rhythm down to something agonizingly shallow, slow rotations that ground her clit against my base while her pussy lips dragged slick and swollen along my shaft with every tiny pull back and push in, the change pulling a low sound out of her throat and a sharp hiss out of mine. My hands came up to frame her face, thumbs smoothing over her damp cheekbones, and I leaned down until our lips were practically brushing.
She blinked as the brittle smile faltered. "What?"
"You don't cry," I said quietly.
"I -"
"You hate crying. You especially hate doing it in front of your members." I kept my voice soft and held the slow pace, my hips grinding through each rotation while she squirmed under me trying to tip me into something harder. "I know you better than that, Yeji."
Her nails dug hard into my lower back, hauling at my hips, but I held the pace and her frantic grip said everything her voice was trying to bury.
"Ryujin is on the terrace right now," I breathed against her neck.
"I know exactly where she is." Her hands shoved into my wet hair and dragged my face against her throat so she could hide in my skin, the collected leader in her voice finally cracking open. "I walked out on my best friend for you. I might have permanently -" She let out a shaky breath. "I don't know how to fix it right now."
My hips missed a stroke, and she caught it, her grip tightening in my hair like she was bracing.
She had no idea what I'd actually done.
You're clinging to the thing that broke you. And you don't even know it yet.
"Don't make me think about her right now," she whispered into my skin, her thighs locking around my waist hard enough to bruise. "Please. Make me forget it."
My hips snapped back into motion before my brain had any say in the matter. I abandoned every attempt at slow, driving deeper and accelerating into a pace that was wildly reckless. She unlocked her legs and let them fall open, arching up to meet the change in depth, and I dropped down until we were chest to chest.
Then she surprised me by extracting her hands from my hair. I hesitated for half a second, reading it wrong, and she brought both palms up to frame my jaw and redirected until my eyes locked with hers. The panic that had been in her face was gone, replaced by a sharpness that was just her.
"Hey," she said, breathless but carrying complete authority. "Look at me."
My hips stopped.
"Remember what I told you yesterday?" she asked, her thumbs pressing into my jaw. "After class. When I had my hand on your stomach."
I remembered. Yesterday, I'd enthusiastically taken that line as excellent dirty talk. Because apparently you could be fucking someone for five years and still be totally dense when they give you outright permission to stop hating yourself.
"Take what you want from me," she said quietly. She didn't sound like she was trying to turn me on this time, more like settling an argument. "I'm not made of glass. I never was. Stop making me beg you to take me."
She arched under me, her wetness sliding heavy against my cock.
"Stop holding back. You know I hate bad dick, Minho. I didn't blow up my life today only to get pity-fucked into the mattress tonight. If both of us are stuck in our own heads, you need to at least fuck me like you mean it."
That was all I needed.
Her next breath was knocked out of her as I dropped my ass and drove forward hard enough to slide the bed frame across the floorboards.
"YES -" The word punched out of her on a gasp.
Five years of muscle memory dedicated to keeping her comfortable evaporated. She locked her legs high around my waist and hauled my hips deeper with every stroke, meeting me with a strength that was absurd and hot enough to ruin me. She was still full from the pool, and I was driving it back into her with every thrust, catching glimpses of my shaft coated white each time I pulled back before her thighs dragged me home.
Six loads to her members yesterday. Only two to her. I'd been keeping the count without admitting I was keeping it, a quiet, psychotic little ledger running in the back of my mind.
Great strategy, Minho. Just pour the guilt out through your hips. Fill her up with your atonement. Very Catholic of you.
The headboard found the wall on the third thrust and kept going, slamming hard enough that plaster dust came off above us. If I couldn't fix what I'd broken outside this room, I could break something expensive inside it, and she'd asked me to start with her.
Her voice fragmented into high, stuttering gasps every time I bottomed out. "Fuck. Yes. Harder - don't you dare -"
I caught myself mid-thrust, hips locking. "Yeji, they're going to hear the wall -"
Her nails tore into my shoulders, dragging me deeper with a sharp cry. "Good." Her voice cracked on the next stroke. "Let them hear. I'm done hiding."
I drove back in, and she caught the hesitation and called it, same as always.
"Are you actually PACING yourself right now?" Pure disbelief in her breathless voice.
"I'm trying not to break you in half."
The laugh that shot out of her immediately dissolved into a ragged gasp as my hips snapped forward again. "Seriously? I bend for a living." Her eyes were challenging and certain. "Don't hold back."
The last thread of restraint snapped. "You're insane," I managed, half-laughing. "You're actually going to kill me."
"Then die properly," she said. "I'll make it worth it."
I pushed up off her, grabbed her hips with both hands, and started fucking her into the headboard, her tits bouncing with every drive and dark hair flying across the pillow while her legs clamped around my hips trying to pull me deeper, the nightmare and the guilt and the circle of faces I was trying not to see all hammering out through my hips.
Her commands blurred into something frantic and breathless looping against my neck.
"Minho. Oh fuck, Minho - exactly right there -"
Her nails guaranteed cuts and bruises by morning. The bed frame continued its march across the floor and I was shoving her up the mattress with every thrust and she was losing her grip.
"Minho - wait -" Her hands scrambled for purchase on my shoulders, slipping. "Ah - hold me down, I'm -"
But I was too far gone. Face in her neck, breath wrecked.
"I can't stop." The truth of it came out without any performance. I meant the physical drive, and I meant everything underneath it too, and we both knew it.
Her hands grabbed at my wet hair and held herself against the mattress. "Then don't," she breathed.
I broke.
My hips locked and I just started blowing thick, heavy ropes of cum deep into her, pumping another massive load into a wrecked pussy that was already soaked through and overflowing with my own mess. I dropped onto her chest like a stone, and the room went from earthquake to silence except me trying to remember how lungs worked. Her legs locked tight around my waist, her hips grinding up to catch every involuntary twitch while our slippery, sweat-slick stomachs slapped together with a wet, obscene, squelching noise that was completely ridiculous and easily the hottest thing I'd ever heard.
One, a quiet, stupid little voice in my head kept score. That cancels out Yuna putting her slutty mouth on show at the bottom of the pool.
"Give it all to me," she whispered fiercely against my ear, answering the math she didn't know I was running. "Every single bit of it."
There was a problem, though. She'd been right at the edge, and now that my hips had gone still she'd lost the drive she needed to tip over. Her body had been chasing that for the last several minutes and I'd just pulled the floor out from under her.
She started grinding against me, desperately working her hips to recreate the connection that wasn't there anymore. I was dead weight and she knew it, but she tried anyway, her breath going ragged with effort. A sharp, frustrated sound tore out of her when it wasn't enough.
"Don't stop," she said, and her voice cracked on it, the most un-idol sound she'd made all night, Hwang Yeji asking to be fucked harder with the same voice that sold out arenas. "I'm right there. Minho. Please."
I tried to pull free to relieve the pressure building in my spine, but her body fought me for every inch, walls still clamped stubbornly tight in angry little pulses that were actively trying to drag me back in to finish what I'd started.
"Where are you going?" She wailed, heels locking behind my back to trap me. "I'm right there, so close -"
"My back," I rasped against her collarbone. "My back is cramping."
Her legs dropped wide and her hands let go instantly, dropping everything the moment she heard I was hurting. I pulled back and my cock slipped free with a wet pop, the tight heat releasing all at once and the cold air hitting me. She stayed open for a second, red and swollen and slow to close, the wet sound of it obscene in the sudden quiet.
I rolled onto my side with a groan and took a breath.
She was already moving, shoving herself up onto her elbows and pressing two fingers hard against her clit, rubbing fast and furious while my mess cooled on her thighs, glaring absolute daggers at me across the pillows. I hooked both forearms under her thighs and dragged her back down toward me, hard enough that she yelped and her hand slipped, her hips landing at the edge of the bed with her legs over my shoulders. Her eyes went dark immediately.
"I'll make it up to you," I said, my voice still wrecked.
I got my mouth on her before she could argue about it.
The room hit me all at once - chlorine under sweat under sex, thick enough to taste before I even touched her. Her pussy was still swollen and open from me, the short, neatly trimmed hairs prickling against my face, my own cum slicking her inner thighs and pooling at her entrance. I pressed my mouth flat against her and her hips bucked up hard on contact, her fist twisting into my hair.
"You always loved seeing it leak, right?" she breathed, hauling my face harder against her until I was practically inhaling my own mess. "Eat it out of me. Fucking do it."
I drove two fingers inside her and they went in to the knuckle without resistance, her walls still loose and slick and scorching hot around me. I worked them hard while I locked my mouth over her clit, eating through the thick, obscene mix of both of us.
She lost her mind. "Minho," she sobbed out, her fists twisting violently in my hair. "MINHO. MINHO - FUCK, YES - "
Her dancer hips took over, thighs clamping around my ears and rolling up against my mouth to find the pressure she needed, and she dragged my face harder against her.
I kept my fingers buried deep and curled them hard while my tongue worked her clit, fast enough that her thighs started shaking against my ears. Every time she tried to pull away from the pressure, I hauled her back down and gave her more of it. The taste was filthy, hot salt and chlorine and both of us, and watching Hwang Yeji lose a fight against my mouth did dangerous things to my ego.
She came screaming, spine bowing off the mattress, thighs locking around my head hard enough to cut circulation while her walls crushed down around my fingers. I stayed through the oversensitivity, swallowing everything she gave me, the thick taste of both of us coating my tongue while her thighs shook and her nails dragged at my scalp.
She hauled me up by my hair. "Stop," she panted, chest heaving. "Minho, stop. I love it, but you're actually going to drown."
She hauled me up the mattress and crashed her mouth against mine, aggressive and messy, her tongue tasting herself off my lips while she made these small, pleased sounds low in her throat. Before I could settle myself she broke away.
"My turn," she breathed, pushing at my shoulder to roll me flat onto my back.
"Yeji - I just came." I gestured vaguely at my softening cock, which was making a valiant attempt at recovery but was nowhere near where she clearly needed it. "Give me a minute?"
"Nope." She glanced down at the situation with zero sympathy. "I can fix that."
"You can't just fix a dead -"
"Watch me," she declared with unflinching confidence.
She slid down my body, her hair dragging across my stomach, and settled between my thighs. She leaned in close, her lips barely brushing the tip. Locking her eyes dead onto mine in a lethal, unblinking cat-eyed stare, she breathed steady heat directly against the head.
"No Sana no life," she whispered.
My cock twitched against her mouth.
"What the FUCK was that," I managed.
She licked a slow, wet stripe up the underside, watching with enormous satisfaction as everything between my legs woke the hell up. "Sana-unnie taught me that years ago. She said every girl needs one trick that immediately works on guys who grew up jerking off to Cheer Up."
"Yeah, but you're not Sana," I deadpanned.
She gave me a look of pure, unfiltered murder. She usually looked like that before she destroyed someone in a dance battle.
"Oh?" she purred. "So you'd rather have Sana-unnie sucking your dick right now?"
Uh.
It was a trap. An absolute, catastrophic trap. Everyone in the industry knew Sana was TWICE's reigning cock-magnet. She might not have been the sluttiest or horniest - every group probably had a title contender on that front - but her nympho "skinship queen" reputation was easily the loudest in all of K-pop girl groups, a universally hot, perpetually available industry fluffer who treated sucking dick like a cheerful public service and left guys stammering for days. I was an idiot, but I still wasn't suicidal despite all the mind games, and Yeji asking that question with that expression obviously meant she was just waiting to see if I was stupid enough to admit I wouldn't mind finding out if she would just enthusiastically suck the soul out of my body.
"No?" I asked rhetorically, leaning hard into pure self-preservation just in the nick of time.
"Mm. Thought so." She smirked, her fingers wrapping securely around the cock she'd just resurrected. "Let's try this then. No Yeddeong no life. Repeat after me."
"...no Yeddeong no life."
"Good boy. Remember that."
She swung one leg over my chest and just kept climbing, dragging her wetness right up my torso until she was hovering over my face in reverse. My brain completely stalled. In five years of hooking up, we'd avoided 69-ing like the plague, mostly because Yeji usually treated sucking my cock like a toll booth she had to drive through to get to the actual fucking, and she absolutely hated giving up eye contact.
Now she was just straight-up mounting my face.
When I tried to prop myself up on my elbows out of sheer confusion, she shoved me flat, dropping her knees to pin my shoulders and smacking her soaking wet ass so hard against my face that it knocked my head straight back into the pillows.
She left a thick, sloppy racing stripe of her pussy juice and my own fresh cum painted directly across the bridge of my nose. I didn't even have a second to process the ridiculous indignity of it before she buried my face in the leaking mess of both of us, taking my cock straight to her throat in one single, brutal, continuous motion.
"L-look ah mhh," she ordered, her jaw forced wide open and her lips stretched so taut around my shaft that the words came out as a wet, filthy slur vibrating directly against my cock.
She forced her airway to accommodate my length while a low, muffled snort of air whistled through her nose, and I pushed back up into her with equal aggression, driving two fingers deep inside her wet heat and trapping her clit between my lips until the tight, deafening violence of the earlier round dissolved into the wet, echoing sounds of mouths sliding over flesh.
The contrast with the last ten minutes was almost funny. This was the quietest the room had been all night.
Her breath control was honestly unsettling. She'd spent years building throat endurance in our trainee era on my cock, a fact she brought up whenever she wanted to make me feel guilty for her career choices, and feeling her deploy it now with her throat swallowing me to the base while her lungs stayed regulated through her nose hit somewhere between pride and horror. No wonder she could belt the high notes in Tears at karaoke for ninety straight seconds without passing out. She'd literally trained her lungs for this on me for years. That was either the most romantic thing anyone had ever done or completely batshit, and I was in no position to judge with her throat doing what it was doing.
She came first, her thighs crushing around my ears and her walls seizing around my fingers, her moan trapped in her throat and vibrating directly through my shaft, nearly making me black out. Her hips bucked against my mouth and a hot, messy rush spilled across both my cheeks, down my jaw, into the pillow under my head. She tried to laugh around my cock and failed, the sound bubbling through her throat while her body kept jerking against my face, delighted with herself, with this, with the absolute mess she'd made on me. That laugh traveled down her throat and hit the base of my cock and nearly ended everything right there.
The moment her body sensed my thighs locking up, she cut it off. Pulled her mouth off with a messy, decisive smack and scrambled backward over my chest, mounting me in one seamless, dizzying continuous slide that sank her all the way down. The mess eliminated any resistance as her walls clamped hard around my base.
"My, my. Someone's excited." She leaned down until her damp hair curtained our faces, dropping her voice into a wicked purr against my lips. "Can't get enough, huh? Look how desperate you are."
I could only give a wrecked, helpless groan back to her.
And then she just sat there, both hands braced on my lower abs, bringing the whole thing to a dead fucking halt.
Fuck.
Of course. She was punishing me for earlier. Five years meant she knew every single motion that made my spine lock up, and she clamped her wet pussy tight around my base to grind out these agonizing, vicious little circles. She kept me trapped with enough heat to blur my vision but completely refused to stroke up and down to let me cum.
Yuna had pulled something similar yesterday in the pool when she kept yanking my cock away and physically blocking me until I begged, but that was just being locked out. This was infinitely worse. This was being locked in - Yeji buried balls-deep and sealing all the exits, using five years of knowing exactly where my breaking points were to wreck me.
I reached up blindly to grab her hips and force the pace into something I could survive, but she slapped my hands away before I made contact.
"No, you don't," she breathed, grinning down at me, cashing in that massive debt. "You had a great time using your little puppy dog eyes to make me beg earlier, huh? And you thought it was hilarious keeping me away when I was desperate, so we are going to do this my way." She rolled her hips in another slow, murderous circle that dismantled whatever remained of my pride. "My turn."
"Please," I heard myself say, and the word had absolutely no dignity left in it. "Yeji. I need - I'm -"
"Mmm?" She kept up the torturous micro-movements and tilted her head, considering me with enormous satisfaction.
I was making embarrassing sounds and had lost the ability to stop. The irony of this wasn't lost on me. I'd started this with minutes of cheeky denial and I was now being dismantled by the most competitive, ruthless girl I knew, and I couldn't even beg for mercy without her mocking me for it.
Mid-ride, her eyes locked on mine, she reached blindly toward the nightstand. Her fingers found the phone without looking, dragged it back, and unlocked it one-handed.
Ice hit my veins. Lia’s voice from behind that door slammed into me like a punch: “Every. Fucking. Second.” The footage. The knowledge that something existed - something I hadn’t seen, wanted to unsee, but couldn’t stop imagining. Me, Ryujin, Yuna, caught on someone’s phone, without permission.
Yeji aimed the camera down at me, grinning like she’d just won something. The panic cracked under the sheer absurdity of it.
Of course. This wasn’t surveillance. This was Yeji being Yeji - vain, competitive, and unselfconscious. She just wanted to look hot while she ruined me.
She started filming, checked the screen, and the wicked dominance in her expression immediately deflated. "Ugh," she groaned. "This shot makes my tits look completely flat. What the hell." She frowned at her chest and back at the screen. "It's not fair. Jimin has enough chest to suffocate someone from every possible view and from up here I look like a kid."
The tension broke into an exhausted laugh before I could stop it. Reaching up to cup both her bare tits, I squeezed the soft weight to feel them fitting into my palms. "They're perfect," I told her, meaning it. "You're perfect."
She glared suspiciously through the phone screen. "You spent half of Karina's dinner staring at her cleavage. Don't think I didn't notice." She pulled her hips up until only the head remained inside her, dragging my shaft through her slickness, before dropping back down to the hilt so hard it knocked the breath clean out of my lungs. "You're lucky my pussy still wants your dick after that."
Shit. I HAD been staring. But Karina's tits spilling out of that silk robe was impossible to ignore, and I wasn't stupid enough to admit that without an escape route.
"I was being polite," I tried, uselessly.
"You were being an absolute pervert." She was grinning, though, very much enjoying watching me squirm with a camera pointed at my face. "Every time she leaned forward to pour the wine, your eyes went straight down. So embarrassing. I was right there, you know."
"Okay, yes, I looked." I squeezed slightly harder, thumbs brushing over her nipples. "But I'm here right now. With you. Inside you. Filming with you, not her."
"Damn right you are," she murmured, adjusting her grip on the phone to make sure the lens caught my exact reaction. A wicked, satisfied smirk crossed her face as she looked down at me. She rolled her hips, forcing my cock even deeper into her tight heat. "Look how lucky you are."
"I'm not a fucking idiot. You think I'd rather be anywhere else?" I rasped, my hands tightening on her waist to catch her rhythm.
"Because she's not here," Yeji shot back instantly, though her free hand dropped to cover mine where it gripped her waist. "If Karina walked through that door right now, you'd forget how to breathe."
I laughed despite the dangerous territory. "I wouldn't."
"You totally would." She was fully committed now, the hand that had been covering mine leaving her waist to brace flat against my chest. "I'd have to explain to the paramedics that you stroked out over another girl's tits while I was the one riding you."
"Just tell them you fucked me to death. Much better for my pride."
"Where's the fun in that?" she retorted. But she was visibly fighting a smile.
I pulled her down until her breath hit my mouth, my thumbs pressing deep into the soft flesh spilling over my palms. "Listen. Karina IS hot. Obviously. I have eyes. But these are mine, Yeji. They fit my hands perfectly. Five years of knowing exactly where to touch you. You think I'd trade that?"
She bit her lip, the bratty energy faltering. "You're just saying that because I'm on top."
"I'm saying it because they're perfect." I dragged my thumbs heavily over her nipples, pinching hard enough to draw a sharp gasp out of her. "And because I know exactly what they do when I squeeze them."
And just like that, the bratty dominatrix act was gone. She let out a breathless, unguarded laugh, her whole face lighting up with that happiness she didn't give to the cameras. "Okay, fine. I'm definitely keeping you -"
Then she looked at the screen and cackled.
"Wow, we look absolutely INSANE - look at your face right now -"
She snapped right back to business, sitting straight up despite still bouncing on my cock with amusement. "Okay wait. We need a different view, this isn't working."
Before I could process what was happening she was already moving, lifting herself off me with a wet, decisive pop and turning around to settle back down in reverse cowgirl. "There. Now you can see more of me on camera, right?"
I fumbled with the phone she'd shoved into my hands. "I mean... kind of? But now I'm just filming your back."
"What? No." She craned her neck aggressively to check the screen over her shoulder. "Tilt it more. Get my - no wait, that's just filming the ceiling."
"I'm trying! You're moving too much."
"I'm not moving, you're just terrible at this." She tried to sound annoyed, but the laugh completely ruined it. "Honestly, maybe I should start fucking cinematographers instead. Like the guy who did our Wannabe shoot. I know Ryujin still has him on speed dial." She slapped my thigh, bearing down hard against my hips. "Whatever. Just shut up, point it at my ass, and let me ride. I'm RIGHT there -"
I shut up.
We gave that view maybe a dozen messy, bouncing thrusts before she abandoned it. "Okay no, this is stupid. Different position."
She yanked my arm around her waist and pulled me flush against her back. She hiked her top knee high over my hip, spreading her wet pussy bare for the lens, and thrust the phone out in front of us. I hooked my hand under her thigh to lock her wide open. "Okay," she breathed, hyper-focused on the tiny screen. "Push in. Nice and slow."
The words barely left her mouth before her free hand dove between us, clamped around my shaft, and yanked me inside her. Nice and slow had never once been a real part of Yeji's vocabulary.
We both watched the screen as my thick cock split her swollen lips wide open, sinking into her with a heavy, wet drag that made her head drop back against my shoulder. I started moving, and watching my cock disappear into her over and over nearly made me blow it right fucking there. It began as a performance, but the visual of my cock disappearing into her over and over hijacked us completely. I gripped her thigh hard, hauling her leg higher to keep her wide open while my hips hammered a reckless rhythm against her ass. The raw friction just took over and erased the rest of the room.
Then she opened her eyes to check the screen and her face scrunched.
"What's wrong with this light?" she demanded, killing the whole rhythm.
"Are you kidding me?"
"I'm serious." She shifted, dragging herself off me by an inch just to fix the phone. "The lamp is throwing weird shadows. My stomach looks weird. And your arm is completely covering us - move your hand, I want the camera to catch exactly how deep you're stretching me out."
"I'm inside you right now. How am I supposed to lean out of the shot?"
"Just arch your spine or something. Give the lens some clearance." She thumped the phone against my chest until I took it, and I propped it against a pillow, where it slid immediately and fell face-down on the mattress.
We both stared at it.
Then we both started cracking up.
"We're so bad at this," she managed between giggles.
"Objectively terrible," I agreed, retrieving the phone.
"No okay, okay - I have an idea. Give me the phone."
We wrestled over it, still laughing, and in the chaos I grabbed her waist and pulled her back on top of me. She yelped, surprised, and the phone nearly went flying.
"You're going to break it!"
"You're going to drop it again!"
"I didn't drop it, it fell!"
"That's the exact same thing!"
She was laughing so hard she couldn't stay in character anymore. The whole production had devolved from sexy filming into complete disaster, and somewhere in the wreckage the last of the Lia-video tension just evaporated. Just us being stupid together again, comfortable enough to try and fail and laugh about it.
She wrestled the phone away and held it up triumphantly. "Okay. New plan. We're doing this properly."
"We just tried like four different -"
"Shh." She put a finger on my lips. "Trust me. I'm a professional."
"You're a professional idol, not a professional porn director."
"Same skill set." She grinned, turned back around to face me, straddled my hips, and aimed the phone down at my face with the energy of someone who had planned exactly what came next. "And here we have Minho," she said, like she was narrating some behind-the-scenes documentary, "giving it his absolute best effort despite having already come once tonight -"
I bucked my hips upward, hard, driving deep.
The narrator voice shattered into a real, sharp, breathless gasp. The phone wobbled dangerously.
"Oh, you want to play?" She recovered instantly, grinning as the comedy shifted back to something charged. She aimed the lens straight down at my shaft splitting her thick, swollen lips wide open, filming her wet cunt absolutely gobbling me up. She ground her hips down hard just to draw an embarrassing sound out of me. "Look how deep you are. Tell the camera how it feels."
"Yeji -"
"Say it." Her voice dropped into that cruel edge, laughter still behind her eyes. She shifted just enough to let me feel the exact depth she was withholding, her free hand tracing slowly up my jaw. "Where do you want to cum?"
The way she was playing me had to be illegal somewhere. "Inside you," I managed. "I want - Yeji, PLEASE, just put the phone down and let me -"
"Louder."
Another roll.
"Say it like you mean it."
I covered my eyes with my forearm. "I want to cum deep inside you. I want to -" She ground down just a hair harder and the words died in a wrecked groan. "I'm begging right now. I am on my knees -"
"Yah, you're on your back."
"Metaphorically on my knees. Yeji. PLEASE -"
She dropped flat against my chest, her free hand crawling slowly up my face and tracing my jaw, and brought her mouth right up to my ear. Her hips were still moving, still that same tiny, controlled, ruinous motion.
"Breed me," she said, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
She'd complained about period cramps ruining her choreography years ago and casually mentioned getting an IUD so we wouldn't have to worry about condoms - practical, a convenient life hack that meant we'd never bothered with barriers. I'd always assumed whichever actors she took home from award show afterparties got the exact same access. But hearing her drop the practical excuses and flat-out demand I pump her full of cum destroyed the last of my self-control.
My hips launched upward involuntarily, chasing the release she'd been denying me for the last fifteen minutes.
Her hand shot between us.
Fingers clamped tight around the base of my cock, choking the orgasm off right as my body tried to release it. I shuddered underneath her, helpless and furious, my vision going static at the edges.
"I didn't say you could finish yet," she said softly, still pressed against my ear, still outrageously pleased with herself.
Then she tried to sit back up quickly to capture my destroyed expression on camera, moved too fast, her hand slipped on sweat, and the phone dropped directly onto my face.
"FUCK -"
She collapsed onto my chest laughing so hard she made no sound, the whole cruel dominatrix persona simply gone, and then: "Oh my god, babe, I'm so sorry -" trying to check my face while still laughing, her hands pressing to my nose, "- did that hurt, let me see, I didn't mean to -"
Her hips were still moving. She was apologizing and still grinding on me without stopping, like her lower body had opinions independent of her concern for my nose.
Babe. She said it in English. Not jagiya. Jagiya was for real couples. Jagiya was terrifying. "Babe" was just something cool girls said in Western pop songs, casual English she'd probably picked up from Julie or Giselle from that end-of-year Britney stage they were practicing for. Ironic coming from someone who hated studying English so much she once gave herself a nosebleed over it and happily let Lia do all the talking on US tours.
Then again, Lia had sat out their last one on hiatus. While trying not to burst, I wondered if Yeji had absorbed Western pet names out of pure survival instinct.
That made me start laughing too, despite the phone-to-face situation.
If this had been Yuna, she would have panicked about ruining the aesthetic. But Yeji just laughed, like it didn't matter.
That realization, combined with the word breed and the fifteen minutes of blue-balling I'd been enduring, tore straight through the last of my restraint.
I grabbed the phone out of her hand and flipped the camera to face her.
The second that lens turned in her direction, it happened - spine snapping straight, shoulders rolling back, chin lifting. Years of idol conditioning taking over in a heartbeat. She went from laughing disaster to performance mode so fast it was slightly scary.
She sat up tall, arched her back, and swept her damp hair over one shoulder. Her eyes went heavy-lidded as she stared into the lens and started riding me, basically directing herself, tilting her hips on pure idol instinct to flatter the shot. She knew exactly how devastating she looked, and was putting on the filthiest fancam of all time for my personal collection.
I gripped her waist with my free hand and drove my hips up to meet her. "Damn. Look at you."
"You like that?" She was staring dead into the lens but the question was all for me. She sank all the way down, rolling through it, and her hips were doing things to my ability to form sentences. "You like watching me ride you, babe?"
She knew exactly what she was doing saying babe this time, pushing the word right into the microphone while her wet walls crushed down around me, and the sheer filthy reality of it dismantled whatever I had left. I unloaded deep inside her, the phone capturing all of it: the broken groan tearing out of me, the violent arch of her spine, the shudder moving through both our bodies as she got exactly what she'd asked the camera for.
Two, that quiet accountant in my head marked it down. For Yuna riding my sorry ass into the deck chair while she compared me to every other guy she'd fucked that week.
She collapsed forward against my chest, the phone slipping from her fingers face-down onto the soaked sheets, still recording audio, and I kept my hands heavy on her waist as I maintained a slow, winding rhythm just to feel the drag of it while we both leveled out. Three loads inside her now - pool, missionary sprint, this one. Every lazy thrust squeezed thick warmth back out of her, coating my shaft, soaking into the sheets below us for good.
We laid there in the humid wreckage, her hair plastered to my neck, the open window letting in warm Jeju night air that did nothing for the temperature in the room. Her lungs worked against mine. My hands were still on her waist.
Then she slowly lifted her head and found the phone, still recording against the pillows, and the exhausted satisfaction in her face sharpened pure, professional disapproval. She looked at the phone, then at my wrecked face, and decided the current shot didn't do the carnage justice.
"Let's get a wider shot," she said.
***
[LIA'S POV]
Two doors down, Yeji's cackle hit the wall first, followed by the heavy thud of bare feet landing on hardwood.
Moonlight banded across Minjun’s chest and left Lia entirely in shadow. Her sleep shirt was pushed up past her ribs and her panties were lost somewhere in the blankets. She never took the shirt off. Even in the dark, with a boyfriend she actually liked, knowing how her body looked next to the athletes down the hall meant the cotton stayed exactly where it was.
Minjun kept his weight on his forearms, giving her room to breathe while he fucked her. Slow in, slow out, the bed answering every push with a low wooden complaint. He'd been doing that for a while now, patient enough that it was either love or a diagnosable condition.
Having sex was an absurd way to process a group meltdown, but her hips rolled instinctively to catch his heavy downward thrust anyway.
Lia’s phone rested comfortably in her left hand. The screen lit the underside of her chin with a folder she'd named like a boring production asset.
Jeju D1 pool AM M/RJ+Y.
43.7GB. Six clips. 142 minutes.
The first thumbnail showed pool water blown white by sunlight. The second caught Yuna’s black bikini strap slipping off one shoulder. The third was Ryujin standing at the shower entrance, face cut in half by the slatted door. Good framing. Horrible behavior. Annoying combination.
She tapped the last clip and paused it before the audio could start. Minho stood alone on the pool deck in the frozen frame, wet hair hanging over his forehead, shoulders folded inward like his whole body had read the room before anyone else did.
From down the hall, Yeji let out a sharp, breathless cry, immediately ruined by her muffled voice yelling a complaint about the camera shot. The argument came messy and alive through the plaster, an entirely unchoreographed disaster, followed by Minho laughing like the phone in his hands was a toy instead of a weapon.
Lia’s free hand found the hem of her shirt and tugged it lower.
Minjun’s hips hitched. He saw the screen glow against her jaw, swallowed a tight groan, and pushed her thighs wider with his knee so he could sink in deeper. He'd been with her long enough to know the phone in her hand wasn't an insult. Usually, it was how she stayed present.
Tonight, it looked less cute.
"Is that the pool?" he asked, his mouth near her ear.
"Unfortunately."
He pulled back and pushed in again, slow enough that her toes curled into the sheet before she could stop them. "Why now?"
"Because it keeps being there."
The last clip stayed paused in her palm. Runtime 18:09. Resolution 4K. Date, time, location, subject, all neatly preserved. Every ugly little detail ready to be opened whenever she wanted, which had felt like ownership yesterday and felt like evidence tonight.
Yeji laughed again through the wall. Loud. Unguarded. A girl choosing the camera on her own terms while Lia lay under her boyfriend with the stolen version glowing in her hand.
Minjun’s chin brushed her cheek. "Do you want to watch it?"
Lia stared at the play triangle over Minho’s frozen chest.
"I don’t know what watching means anymore."
He didn't answer. Good man.
The bar was in hell, but still.
He kept fucking her, rolling his hips into her with a slow drag that made her thighs tighten despite the crisis ruining the ambience. Lia’s thumb hovered over the screen. One tap and the clip would keep going. One tap and the tiny dead eye in her hand would open again.
A massive thud shook the plaster between the rooms. Minjun grunted, catching himself on his elbows.
"They’re really going for it," he said dryly.
"Mhm."
"You’ve been quiet tonight."
"I’m always quiet while fucking."
"Not like this."
Lia didn’t answer. He didn’t push. He just kept fucking her while Yeji demolished the bedroom down the hall with a freedom Lia only knew how to document from a safe distance. Being the safe one, the observer who never lost control or screamed through a wall, kept her from becoming a problem anyone had to solve. It also meant lying half-dressed under her boyfriend while another girl sounded alive on the other side of the plaster got lonely in a stupid way.
Her thumb moved before she decided anything.
The screen went black.
For half a second, her own reflection stared back from the glass.
Then the noise next door cut out completely.
The frantic headboard banging died. The bedrooms went still.
And then a massive, violent crash shook the plaster, hard enough to rattle the picture frames.
For the first time since Minjun had pinned her to the mattress, Lia lowered her phone and looked at the wall.
***
[MINHO'S POV]
"Is that all you got?" Yeji snarled, and slammed me backward into the plaster so hard that dust shook loose from the crown molding.
She grabbed my hips, blindly yanked my shaft straight back into her sopping pussy, and relentlessly forced three rough, deep strokes of standing sex before I could even catch my breath.
"Not even fucking close." I grabbed her bare shoulders in response, braced a hand behind her head to protect her skull, and violently reversed our positions, pulling out of her to pin her back against the exact same wall. The impact knocked a surprised, breathless "mhh" out of her.
"My turn -"
I crushed my mouth over her tit, the only soft thing on a body built like a weapon. Dragging a heavy tongue across the firm curve of her breast, I caught that thick, dark nipple in my teeth and bit down until her spine unstuck from the plaster with a sharp cry.
One hand dropped straight to her soaking wet cunt. Two fingers sank all the way in, scooping out the slick, cooling mess from the last three times I'd pumped her full tonight and smearing it right back over her swollen clit.
"Ah - fuck," she gasped, squirming against the plaster, before her competitive streak flared. "Stop playing with your fingers and give me the real thing already." She swatted my hand away, grabbed my shaft in a fist, and yanked it toward her wet hole so hard she nearly ripped my fucking foreskin off.
"OW! Stop pulling," I hissed in absolute panic, wrestling her grip off my cock before she caused permanent damage.
I grabbed myself and tried to shove it inside her just as she shoved her hips forward to meet me.
But we were both too messy, too slick with sweat and my previous loads.
The tip slipped right past her wet lips to jam hard against her thigh. We lost our balance and my body collapsed forward to crush her against the wall as our noses collided with a dull crack.
"Ow - fuck," she hissed, rubbing her nose. She looked down at the humiliating mess of soaked-through pussy juice and my previous cum painting my dick and her thigh, then back up at me with a lethal smirk. "We've fucked like thousands of times and you can't even get it in anymore?"
"You're too fucking wet," I shot back. "And you won't hold still."
"My God, do you need me to pull up a Sana fancam you can figure out how a dick works again?" she taunted, wiping a streak of my cum off her leg. "I bet your aim fixes itself instantly."
"Leave Karina's God out of it, and if it was Sana I'd just blow on the drywall."
"I hate you so much," she shrieked, actually trying to shove me backward. "I'm not letting you back inside me until you -"
I grabbed her jaw and crushed my mouth against hers, shutting her up.
She'd told me earlier to take what I wanted, but I didn't think she actually expected me to stop arguing and just override her.
She took half a second to process the pure physical hijack. Then the rigid tension dropped right out of her shoulders and her body gave up the fight, her mouth going soft and open under mine as her hands came up to thread deep into my damp hair.
She pulled back just enough to breathe. One hand dropped between us, wrapping around my cock to guide it past her wet lips, and we slid together in one long, heavy drag that made her throat catch.
I grabbed her hips and slammed forward, burying myself balls-deep against the wall. Her head cracked back against the plaster.
"Fuck -"
I pulled almost all the way out and drove straight back to the balls. Looking down, I watched my own spit and previous cum slicking my thick shaft as her greedy, dripping cunt sucked me whole. Every brutal thrust squeezed thick white mess out of her, the wet, obscene slapping sound echoing off the crown molding.
"Yes - fuck, yes -" she gasped against my mouth, her nails digging more half-moons into my shoulders. I was going to wake up looking like someone drew the whole fucking galaxy on my back with a box cutter, but as long as she stayed clamped around my dick I didn't give a shit.
I crushed my mouth over hers, swallowing her groans. Her tongue shoved past my teeth, mirroring the exact violent rhythm of my hips. She grabbed my ass with both hands, smashing her wet cunt dead-flush against my base to take the whole fucking thing.
My hips hammered a relentless pace, slamming her into the plaster hard enough that her bare tits bounced heavily, completely out of her control. She broke the kiss just to drag in air, her mouth falling open.
"Break me -" she commanded, wrapping her legs tighter around my waist.
"You're going to wake the whole fucking house," I grunted, slamming her backward into the drywall.
"I don't - ah - I don't care -"
I hooked a hand under her thigh, hauling her leg higher to bottom out all the way inside her, and she let out a sharp, broken shriek that went straight through the drywall. Her thick walls clamped down around my dick with brutal, practiced control, absolutely milking my shaft.
"Minho -"
Dust shook loose from the ceiling directly above us. Her sweaty back smeared against the paint. I drove my hips forward, relentlessly pounding into her sloppy heat, watching the mess bubble up between our bodies with every filthy slam.
"You feel so fucking good," I groaned against her neck, biting down on her collarbone.
"Yeah?" she gasped out, arching into the next brutal slam. "Then take it - fuck - take what you want from me -"
I took it. I reached under her thighs to lift her -
***
- and slammed her higher against the plaster, her ankles snapping behind my back in the dark before I'd even finished standing up.
"Remember dance class?" I rasped against her mouth, swallowing her messy, desperate breaths. "When I could barely lift you for thirty seconds?"
"You dropped me twice." She bit down on my lower lip hard enough to split the skin, shoving her tongue past my teeth.
"Not anymore." I slammed her against the plaster, burying my cock deep.
"You're welcome," she gasped out, taking absolute credit for the fact that I was currently ruining her against the drywall. She locked her ankles around my waist, buried her face in my neck, and bit down on my collarbone hard enough to leave teeth marks. I let slip a whine that sounded like I was the one getting fucked, which was embarrassing, so I drove my hips forward, pinning her flush to the drywall.
"Hit harder," she commanded into my skin.
I slammed forward, burying myself balls-deep. "We're gonna wake everyone -"
She gasped, her cunt squeezing around me. "You scared?"
In truth, this was the closest I've ever come to being scared of her.
"Not scared, I just -" I started.
"Ah - too pussy for my pussy, huh?" She clenched down around my cock, tight enough to threaten an early finish.
I groaned against her neck and drove harder, the plaster cracking behind her shoulders.
"I want them know whose cock is ruining me. HARDER."
The headboard was quiet now because we'd pivoted to renovating the actual villa. A framed print rattled off its hook three feet away, the glass shattering across the hardwood. Neither of us stopped or even looked down. My hips hammered a brutal rhythm, her body taking every slam and dragging me deeper until she came, that beautiful, overflowing cunt squeezing in quiet, sobbing spasms while the villa broke around us and I kept fucking her straight through it.
I let go and we dropped backward -
***
- my back slamming flat against the mattress, the bedsprings screeching under our weight as her thighs locked around my waist in the dark. Before she could grind down and boss the rhythm like she always did, I locked both hands down hard over her hipbones and drove my hips straight upward.
She gasped, her spine bowing as I slammed up balls-deep. I forced her to take the entire brutal impact, keeping my grip tight as I hammered up into her from the bottom, hijacking the performance she'd been ready to deploy.
Her hands floundered for purchase on my chest before she reached blindly between my legs, her fingers wrapping tight and heavy around my balls just to steady herself against the raw, fucking violent force of my thrusts.
"Ruin me," she cried out, her thighs going completely slack against my ribs to give up the fight.
We were going at it so hard I was seriously waiting for my dick to start smoking. The only thing keeping the raw, violent friction inside her tight walls from starting a fire was the fact that I'd already hosed her guts down with three loads of spunk like a deranged fireman.
Every bit of that bratty edge melted into pure sloppy heat. I kept pounding upward, punching the air out of her chest in a climbing, messy whine as she entirely lost control of her own body and absolutely loved it.
She took the absolute wrecking I gave her with her eyes rolled back in her head, her cunt flooding hot and slick all over my lower stomach in pure gratitude.
I hauled her off my cock and gripped her hips to roll her -
***
- face-down into the pillows, my palm already pinning the back of her neck before her hands had time to brace against the sheets.
This was exactly how every secret "dance practice" while we were trainees had always ended.
I slapped her bare ass hard. The crack rang out undeniably loud in the humid room, dragging a shocked yelp out of her right before I pushed back in with a squelch and started absolutely ruining her from behind.
"More more more," she sobbed.
I drove my hips forward in wild, filthy thrusts that scraped the heavy bed frame another foot across the floorboards. She shoved her face into the mattress to muffle her own screams as she came again, her wet walls clamping down tight around my dick in ruthless pulses. That insane pressure dragged everything out of me while her voice tore straight through the cotton pillows anyway, a high, broken wail that belonged to nobody else on Earth.
I pulled out to drag her up -
***
- against the edge of the dresser, my hand already fisted in her hair while the echo of that wail still bounced off the ceiling.
Her TIRTIR cushion popped open and the red puff went rolling under the bed. Her favorite bottle of Chanel No. 5 cracked against the hardwood and the entire room suddenly smelled like every backstage dressing room she'd ever dragged me into. I hooked both her legs over my forearms and stepped forward, folding her in half, before she could check the damage on her cherished beauty products and bill me for the losses.
I’d put Karina in this exact position last night, her arms shaking as she struggled to hold her own thighs back. But Yeji's insane dancer flexibility made it effortless, her knees pressing totally flush to her shoulders.
Folding her back that far completely unglued her swollen lips. Between the insane stretch and the sheer volume of cum leaking out of her from the last few rounds, her pussy looked like someone had frantically tried to superglue it shut and the seam just gave out and ejected the adhesive. The contrast opened her up to a brutal, terrifying depth, and I slammed forward to give her every bit of what I owed her.
The mirror above the dresser wobbled on its hinges. I caught her face in the glass, her flushed dark red, eyes rolled back, mouth hanging open.
"Too much?" I rasped, my hips locking as I bottomed out inside her.
Instead of answering, she slid her calves off my forearms and hooked her ankles tight behind my neck. Her hips tipped upward, cracking her completely open and sinking me in half an inch deeper. Her hands tangled blindly in my hair, pulling my face down closer to hers while her eyes, wild and unfocused, locked onto mine.
"It's all yours," she panted, a sharp ahh breaking through as her wet walls clamped down brutally around my shaft to prove it. "Only ever for you - ahh - fuck -"
She dragged my mouth down and kissed me hard enough that her breath stuttered against my lips. When she broke away, her voice was already shaking.
"I said breed me - mmh - breed me - pump me full of it as much as you want." Another gasp hit the back of her throat when I pushed deeper. "I want to feel you filling me up so much that I can't walk - ahh - Minho -"
Her voice cracked again, higher this time, and her nails raked through my hair.
"I want to be so full of your cum that I can't even sit down - hhn - fuck -"
Her hips jerked when I drove forward, words scattering around the breath she lost.
"I want to be so stuffed with you that I can't even fucking think straight - ahh - ahh -"
She pulled me closer by the hair, her forehead pressed to mine as the last question tore out of her.
"Do you understand me, Minho - ahh - do you understand what I want?"
I drove my hips forward and she screamed.
A sharp, raw scream that ripped straight through the drywall.
My own limits vanished. I clamped my hands on her hips, locked her against me, and let the third load tear out of me deep inside her guts. Three, the running tally in my head racking up another massive deposit. For what I'd pumped into her maknae inside that hidden shower while her best friend destroyed herself on the other side of the slatted door with an inhumanly large dildo moments before catching us mid-creampie.
I braced her against the edge of the wood and filled her to the brim, again.
"I'm keeping it forever," she whispered, looking down at our mess dripping out of her and onto the dresser.
I just kissed her forehead, still trying to catch my breath.
***
[LIA'S POV]
The room next door didn't stop. The headboard settled into a slower, steadier rhythm. Yeji's voice bled through the plaster in fragments, sharp then soft, completely unbothered by the walls.
Minjun had rolled them at some point. He pulled her into the curve of his body, her back against his chest, his arm resting heavy across her waist. The cotton of her shirt bunched between them.
His cock was still inside her, just resting there deep and quiet, stretching her soft lips out.
"You've been quiet," he said into her hair.
"I'm always quiet while fucking."
"I know." He didn't move. "That's not what I mean."
Lia traced the smooth glass of her phone screen. She'd set it face down on the sheet a few minutes ago without thinking. She picked it up again, then immediately realized she had no reason to hold it.
His hand slid from her hip to her bare stomach, slipping easily under the hem of the shirt.
"Is it about the pool?" he asked quietly.
"It's always about the pool." She set the phone down, pushing it an inch further away. "I'm not jealous of her, if that's what you're asking."
"What then?"
"Being able to sound like that." Through the wall, Yeji's voice hitched mid-breath and came back louder. "Without giving a shit about who's listening."
Minjun said nothing for a while.
"You can sound like that," he said finally.
"Not the same way." Her thumb found the bottom seam of her shirt. "I'm always the one with the phone."
He didn't try to fix it, which was why she kept him around. His fingers traced a slow circle on her stomach, moving upward until the shirt rode up to her ribs.
"You know what the stupid part is?" she said.
"Mm."
"I'm the main vocal. That's literally the job. Open mouth, hit note, don't embarrass JYP on an encore stage." Her mouth twisted against the pillow. "But nobody cares about that when they can slow a dance break down to half-speed and decide my whole value from one frame where my shoulder is two centimeters lower than Yeji's."
Minjun's hand stopped moving.
"Don't stop," she said.
His fingers resumed their slow path over her stomach.
The hiatus in 2023 had started the same way. She'd gone home to Vancouver and slept for two weeks, telling her mom she'd just lost track of herself. The real problem was watching Ryujin and Yeji hit counts with pure animal commitment, watching Yuna find every camera, and standing behind her mark completely unable to locate that feeling inside her own body. She could fill a room with her voice and still spend the next morning reading strangers rank her beside the dancers. Minjun had flown out in week three, eaten dinner in her parents' kitchen, and never once asked her to explain the numbness.
"I figured it out during the Not Shy era," she murmured to the pillow. "The other girls were enjoying themselves. I was just watching them enjoy it."
"You were enjoying the singing," Minjun said.
"Sure." She gave a small, humorless breath. "Then the fancams came out and everyone became a dance teacher."
"They were wrong."
"They weren't always wrong," Lia said. "That's what made it stick. If they were just lying, I could ignore it. But they found the one thing I couldn't beat the others at and made it the only thing that mattered. After a while you start doing it too."
"Judging yourself like that?"
"Watching myself like that." She swallowed. "In bedrooms, it's the exact same. I narrate. I collect. I got good at it because it's easier than actually being in the shot."
His hand moved higher. The shirt bunched at her collarbone, his warm palm sliding under the cotton to cup the pillowy, heavy fullness of her bare breast.
"Seven years of being the detached one. I just turned it into a skill."
He kissed the back of her neck.
Yeji's voice broke through the plaster again, a sharp, gasping sound completely free of choreography. Lia closed her eyes.
"Sit up," Minjun murmured.
She pushed herself up. He pulled the shirt over her head in one clean motion and tossed it onto the floor.
She sank back down into the curve of his body, letting her bare, rounded shoulders relax against his chest. He found the gentle softness of her waist, dragging the duvet up to cover them both, before his hand slid down to part her plush thighs. Two fingers found her natural, easy slickness, starting a slow, lazy circle that wasn't building toward anything, wasn't demanding a climax. She let her thick thigh hitch higher over his hip to give him better access.
Her free hand drifted back and found the thick hair at the nape of his neck. Her fingers curled there, anchoring herself to the solid weight of him.
The phone sat face down on the sheet. She didn't reach for it.
***
[MINHO'S POV]
We'd collapsed back into the center of the wrecked mattress. The violence just quit, leaving us in a heavy, sweaty pile. I ended up cross-legged in the damp sheets. She straddled my thighs, locking her legs around my waist and pressing her bare chest flush against mine. We'd been in this exact same setup last night, on the couch in Karina's villa when she grabbed my neck and called me hers. But there was no audience buffering the heavy friction here.
I looked down. Every time she dragged her hips up my shaft, her swollen pussy salivated a thick, sloppy mix of my previous loads and her own grool. The heat leaked down her thighs and smeared onto the fabric in long, dirty white trails.
Yeah, the resort cleaning staff was fucked. This mattress couldn't be washed, even if Karina's God existed and water could actually be holy. They were going to have to drag it onto the beach and set it on fire, probably.
The only saving grace to our demonstrated lack of civic responsibility was that we weren't breaking things anymore. She moved in slow grinds, sinking her pussy down onto my cock until she bottomed out. Every slow drop of her hips wrung a sound out of me, familiar enough to be embarrassing and still bad enough to make my hands tighten on her ass.
"I really like this position," she whispered, her hands sliding up to lock behind my neck. "It feels good."
Her chest was flushed and completely drenched. I kept my hands heavy on her ass cheeks to guide her down. "That's not the real reason."
Her hips stalled, but she kept holding my gaze while dragging air into her lungs. "I can hold you close and look into your eyes. And when I do that, I can let go of everything I'm carrying."
What do you even say to that?
But before I could say anything stupid, she started rolling her hips again, a heavy, dragging grind that pushed me straight to the edge.
"We never did this before last night with Karina," she said softly, dragging her wet heat down my shaft.
"How'd you know to do it?"
"Just felt right." She pressed her forehead against mine. "What's it called? We should do it more."
"Lotus," I said. Way too fast.
She caught it immediately. Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Wait a minute... how do you know that?"
"Yeji, porn sites have tags."
She gave me a playful slap right under the chin before her acrylic claws landed on my neck. "Excuse you, Minho. Why do you need porn when you have me? Am I not enough for you?"
She said it like a joke, but the tight grip on my neck wasn't joking. It was like the mantra she'd echoed over and over again in my nightmare - like she wasn't enough, or we didn't fuck enough to keep my attention.
"Because you're always busy," I told her honestly, dropping the bullshit. "And I'd love to do it with you every day."
A dark red blush spread dangerously fast across her cheeks, but what told the real story was her pussy clenching hard around my cock as I said it.
"I'm trying to do something about that," she whispered softly. "That's why I invited you to Jeju. So we can fuck as much as we want."
"But that's not the only reason you did. Right?"
She broke eye contact, looking sideways at the ruined pillows while her hips kept dragging back and forth, rolling in like the waves on the beach we'd visited yesterday during sunset. "No. It isn't."
"Then show me," I murmured, tightening my grip on her hips.
She kept murmuring right against my mouth while dragging her sloppy, wet heat, up and down, forward and back, in and out.
"Make me forget everything else," I breathed, and the friction of her confessing while she ground down on me shattered whatever control I had left, locking my jaw as I sucked in a sharp, stuttering breath and digging my fingers hard into her hips. Five years of fucking in any odd place we could find meant she knew exactly what those tells meant.
Her eyes flared wide right before she locked both arms tight around the back of my neck to anchor herself, crushing her bare chest dead-flush against mine as she abandoned the slow grinds for a raw, frantic pounding. She drove her hips into me with enough desperate force that it started sending the heavy bed frame scraping across the floorboards once more, dragging a loud, obscene slap out of the wet friction between us while her rapid breathing burned hot against my jaw. I clamped my hands onto her waist to help her move while she totally ruined me right in my lap, a breathless laugh tearing out of my mouth at the sheer absurd contrast of her wild, desperate friction arriving right after those tender whispers.
"I'm so close," I managed to gasp right against her mouth. "You want to make me cum?"
"I do," she wailed, grinding her hips against me harder as she worked frantically to wring the climax out of me. "I do - I do -"
"You sure?" I asked, teasing through the heavy breaths tangling between our lips.
"YES!" She cried out, burying her face in my shoulder as her voice climbed into a continuous, high-pitched whine. "Fuck, yes, I do, I do, I do!"
Her hips lost their remaining coordination and dropped into a frantic, stuttering clench that forced her wet walls to clamp down around my shaft in a tight ripple, yanking me right over the edge with her. I gripped her snatched waist and poured the fourth load straight into her like my body was trying to breed through the IUD she'd apparently gotten just for us by brute force, shot after shot slamming deep while her pussy gripped me from the base up and refused to let me stop until I’d given her everything.
Four, my brain tallied immediately. For Ryujin dragging my soaked body straight out of that shower to ride me on the wooden deck, milking me empty just to prove she owned me too or some shit.
She sagged heavily against me, hiding her face in the crook of my neck as intense aftershocks wracked her limbs. I wrapped my arms around her bare back and held her across my lap against my own ragged breathing. The mess of my cum leaked out around my softening cock, soaking into her thighs while the ocean crashed steadily through the open window.
"I do," she whispered into my skin, so quiet she could only be telling herself.
I slid my hand up her sweaty spine to cup the back of her neck. I pulled back just far enough to look at her. Her face was flushed dark red and her chest still heaved against mine. I held her gaze while our hips stayed locked together in the messy sheets.
"I'm right here," I told her quietly. "I'm not going anywhere. This is ours."
Her posture finally caved. She let out a ragged sob and dropped her mouth over mine, her arms tightening around my neck to lock us together in a deep, desperate kiss while I stayed sitting tall to hold her against my chest, my cock softening inside her as her pussy finally let go.
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught what could only have been a tear breaking loose from her lashes and tracking down her flushed cheek in a steady line, carving a wet streak all the way along her jaw before it fell and hit my thigh hot enough to prove it actually existed and adhered to the laws of gravity.
***
[LIA'S POV]
The rhythmic pounding from the next room had finally stopped. The solid heat of Minjun's forearm still anchored her against the mattress, while through the shared drywall came only a quiet murmuring, the words too muffled to catch. Then Yeji laughed, a small, breathless sound, followed by Minho's low rumble, and another laugh.
The one that would never have been worth recording.
Lia listened to it for a long moment before reaching back to press her palm flat against Minjun's hip.
He read the cue instantly and rolled onto his back.
She climbed over, straddling him. They were both naked now. The shirt he'd pulled off her earlier was still somewhere on the floor, leaving nothing between them except the phone resting on the tangled sheet. His hands came up, fingers sinking slightly into the soft flare of her hips to steady her. She wasn't built for physical dominance the way the rest of the group was - just pillowy curves and plush thighs - and at first, her legs locked too tight. She rocked forward, dragging the bare softness of her inner thighs against his flanks to open herself wider, until his cock slipped up deep inside her. She pressed her palms flat against the hard ridges of his stomach and tried to move.
Lia didn't normally ride. She usually just lay there and let it happen or stood against a wall to receive it, but she basically never got on top to do the work herself. The posture felt awkward immediately. Without the sharp athletic muscles the others relied on, her soft thighs started burning after a few clumsy grinds, and she had no real sense of what rhythm actually worked.
She kept going anyway, because being involved meant trying, whether you were good at it or not.
Minjun's hands slipped from her hips to the outside of her thighs, holding her steady without trying to direct the movement. "You okay?"
"Working on it."
She ground down slowly, trying to find a rhythm that didn't make her legs shake, and stuck to it. Then she reached for the phone.
The folder was still open on the screen. Jeju D1 pool AM M/RJ+Y. 43.7GB. 6 clips. 142 minutes. The last thumbnail showed Minho sitting alone on the pool deck. She'd named the folder like a production asset because that was exactly how she had processed the entire thing, an asset, marked with the same cold tags every Pann thread used to pick apart her. Timestamp, resolution, subject.
On the other side of the wall, Yeji laughed again at something too low to hear.
"She sounds different," Minjun said quietly, his voice slightly strained from her sitting on him.
Lia kept her eyes on the screen while her hips rocked. "She sounds happy."
"You say that like it's a bad thing."
"It's not. It's just rare." Lia adjusted her grip on the phone, the cold metal biting into her palm. "She was always the most passionate one of us. In every room we've ever shared across seven years, Yeji cared the most. About the group, the label, the fans, the numbers."
Minjun's hands tightened slightly on her thighs as she ground down. "But not about herself?"
"Never about herself," Lia sighed softly. "Every time things get bad, she just comes back harder and sharper. She takes the hurt and she turns it into choreography. I've watched her do it since we were trainees. She's never, once, let herself just stop and hold onto something good without ripping it apart first to see if she earned it."
"And you?" Minjun asked.
Lia's thumb stopped on the phone case.
"I turned mine into footage," she said.
He didn't answer right away. His hands stayed steady on her thighs.
"Because watching felt safer?"
"Because if I held the camera, I wasn't the one being judged." She stared at the folder until the white letters blurred. "That's what I told myself, anyway. Extremely normal hobby. Great for the soul."
"Jisu."
The softness in his voice made her look away from the screen.
"People spent years turning my dancing into evidence," she said. "Every comeback, every fancam, every half-second where I looked tired. Evidence that I didn't belong. And now I'm sitting here with proof of someone else's worst morning like I didn't learn anything."
Lia paused, listening to the soft quiet bleeding between the rooms. That sound had nothing to do with performing, nothing to do with earning anything, and everything to do with a girl who had finally let herself be happy with the cameras off.
"Until tonight," Minjun observed.
"Yeah." Lia traced the smooth edge of her phone case with her thumb. "Until tonight."
She'd watched her leader long enough to know what renting that kind of peace cost. Putting it in a 4K folder felt a lot like stealing.
"I hated them for doing it to me," Lia said. "Making my body a comment section. And then I got good at doing the same thing with better lighting."
"You can stop," Minjun said.
"Yeah." Her thumb hovered over the screen. "That's the annoying part."
"I can't be the one to take that away from her," Lia murmured, the words dropping flat and final between them.
She pressed her thumb down on the screen. Move to bin. Empty bin. The massive file blinked out of existence, instantly replaced by her bright wallpaper, a photo of Minjun asleep on a flight with his mouth hanging open.
"There," Lia declared softly, holding his gaze. "Evidence unmade."
Minjun reached up without a word, lifting the phone gently from her fingers like taking a dangerous toy from a child, and set it face down on the nightstand. His hands came back to lock on her hips. "You're sexy when you do the right thing."
Lia felt whatever distance she had left melt straight through the mattress.
She kept riding. The rhythm she was managing wasn't elegant, but her plush thighs were shaking for a completely different reason now. The wet, clumsy friction she'd stumbled into suddenly hit something deep and insistent inside her, and she stayed right on top of it, throwing herself into the fucking despite having no idea what she was doing. Beneath her, Minjun went very still except for his breathing, which had gone ragged and rough.
His jaw flexed tight. "Lia." He swallowed hard. "Can I?"
They usually didn't, but he always asked anyway. She looked down at him through the dark, registering the careful control pulling at his face, the fact that he'd been holding himself back for twenty minutes just waiting for her to find her footing.
Her hips dropped down, taking the full length of him. "Is that an actual question?"
He let out a wrecked, unfamiliar sound. His hands locked hard on her thighs as his hips drove up in one brutal thrust, spilling thick heat deep inside her while she held perfectly still and let it happen, keeping her eyes locked on his face the entire time.
The sudden warmth pushed her right over the edge. She came hard and messy, grinding down blindly through the climax with her palms braced flat against his chest, her breath catching sharply in her throat. There was no performance to it. Just her body doing what it needed to do while she finally let it.
She rode them both through the intense aftershocks. Slow, then slower, until his grip on her thighs weakened and the shaking in her legs morphed into raw exhaustion.
She collapsed forward onto his chest.
He dragged the duvet up over them, wrapping them tight. Outside, the pool filter hummed quietly. The wall was silent.
"What changed?" Minjun asked into her hair a long time later.
Lia thought about Mina's hands, the phone taken out of her grip, the way the room had rushed in all at once.
"Someone told me to just be in it," she murmured. "A long time ago."
He didn't ask who. His arm simply tightened across her back.
Her empty hand lay flat against his chest. She closed her eyes and let herself be in it.
***
[MINHO'S POV]
I'd grabbed her hips to flip her over, but she scrambled forward instead. She crawled up the tangled sheets, her spine bowing as she dropped her chest flat against the mattress and shoved her ass high into the air.
"Here," she demanded with feral intent, before shoving four fingers deep into her own dripping, swollen cunt, scooping out a thick, sloppy glob of some combination of my previous four loads, and smeared it dead-center against her own back door.
The wet slap of it echoing in the quiet room was so deeply filthy you couldn't find a visual like it on the wildest corner of any JAV site. Yeji, the untouchable leader of ITZY, fully spread on a ruined bed, leaking everywhere, and painting her own ass with my spunk just to surrender the only boundary we had left.
The one boundary that had stayed hers through trainee dorms and tour buses and every shitty motel between Seoul and Busan. And here she was, ass up on a ruined mattress in Jeju, painting it open with my own cum like she was handing me the last key on her ring.
It nearly stopped my fucking heart.
My hands locked on her hips, but my brain caught on the edge of the cliff. "Yeji, are you sure about this?"
"Minho." She looked over her shoulder, her cat eyes blown wide and lethal in the dull glow of the one remaining lamp we hadn't obliterated. "Ask me if I'm sure one more time and I'll actually scream."
So I shut up.
I dropped my hand over hers, guiding her cum-slicked fingers deep into her tight, resistant heat. She hissed, her knuckles going white against the tangled sheets. Nope - total barricade, just like Ryujin. Her walls clamped down hard, fighting the intrusion, but she forced herself to tear it open using the sloppy mess we'd already made.
"Relax," I murmured, pressing my mouth against her sweaty shoulder blade. "I got you."
"Just push," she bit out, her dancer's hips rolling back against my hand to demand the invasion.
I lined up the head, thick with my own fresh cum, and drove forward. Pure brick wall. Her muscles clamped down around the tip, fighting every inch. She took a ragged, stuttering breath, absolutely refused to tap out, and dragged herself brutally backward.
The tight ring of muscle finally gave way with a thick, violent pop that felt like I was literally tearing her in half, followed by an ear-splitting shriek that confirmed as much. A scalding, suffocating grip sent static straight up my spine the second she swallowed the head. I locked my hands onto her snatched waist to hold her down, dug my fingers into her hipbones, and forced the rest of my cock inside her. Every bit of that first, agonizing invasion demanded raw, heavy leverage, ripping through insane friction until my hips slammed dead-flush against her cheeks.
Every brutal slam was just me punishing myself through the mattress and trying to scrub the last forty-eight hours out of my skull. She let me use her body to erase it all, shoving back against every rough stroke, receiving my penance and screaming for more.
I fucked her into the mattress with the last of what I had, and she took it screaming into the cotton, and the whole thing was over in maybe twenty seconds because neither of us could survive more.
The raw friction shredded the last of my control. I dropped my chest flush against her wet back, wrapped one arm around her stomach to lock her against me, and let the fifth load tear out of me deep into her guts.
Five, the running tally in my head marked it down right as my hips locked dead-flush against her ass and the first scalding rope of cum pumped into her. Five. The exact same number as the time I'd shoved myself into Ryujin's equally tight ass on that wooden deck, right before she screamed and spasmed around my cock to prove she could outfuck me.
I dumped thick, heavy ropes of cum into her, emptying another piece of the twisted ledger into the last piece of territory she'd kept away from me all these years.
I collapsed heavy against her back, lungs burning, the room spinning. We stayed pinned together in the sweaty wreckage for a long minute while our chests heaved together.
I pulled out slow and careful. She let out a sharp, ragged breath, instantly rolling onto her side and curling her knees up toward her chest.
I hit the mattress next to her, staring blankly at the ceiling. "So."
"So," she croaked.
I turned my head. Her damp hair plastered in dark streaks across her forehead. She looked like she had just survived a major car crash.
"Are we ever doing that again?" she asked gravelly.
"Definitely not," I rasped.
"Glad we tried, though," she clarified quickly. It was good to see her defensive idol pride had survived the carnage. "For science."
"Right. For science." I reached out, brushing a damp strand of hair off her cheek. "You're insanely hot. But your pussy is basically a religious experience, and I'm spending the rest of my life in there."
The corners of her mouth twitched, defensiveness giving way to a weary smirk. "Religious experience, huh. I thought the 'theological implications were incoherent?'"
She forced both hands up to make air quotes, the movement bared the damp, sweat-slicked hollows of her armpits. We had a very specific history with that piece of real estate, one that usually ended with me dropping my face down to lick the sweat out of them like a rabid dog while she giggled and writhed. Even completely emptied out, the impulse to lunge over and do it right then was staggering.
"Yeah, well. I'm willing to be wrong after what we just went through," I managed, keeping my face locked on hers to avoid doing anything that would get me ejected from this bed and possibly the island prematurely. "Do I need to be baptized in your squirt?"
"Keep talking like that and Karina is going to drag you to mass. I tell her everything, you know."
"Look, I don't have the energy left to argue with you about theology right now," I groaned, staring blankly at the ceiling. "I'm dropping it."
The corners of her mouth twitched. "Yeah. Okay. Fine." She shifted, grimacing at the movement. "I feel like I just did a thousand squats."
"You basically did."
She let out a long sigh and dragged herself straight across the ruined mattress. Skipping any attempt to sit up, she threw one heavy leg across my hips, slung her arms around my neck, and pulled herself flush against me to bury her face in my skin. The feral, manic intensity had totally burned out, leaving us completely drained.
"Hold me," she mumbled against my collarbone.
***
She was already sliding into sleep against my bare chest, her breathing slowing into a heavy and steady rhythm right up until she cracked one eye open to squint at me and ask, "Now what?"
I already knew the answer because there was exactly one thing left. Not anal, because we'd just crossed that off and banished the option for eternity, and definitely not a sixth load because my balls felt like raisins and my dick was officially retired for the fucking week.
But there was something I still owed her tonight.
Something she'd taken away from herself six months ago.
"Wait. Hold on. Get up," I told her, moving to physically peel her off my chest.
She produced the most deeply offended noise I've ever heard a human being manage through a closed mouth. "Nnn?" she whined, clamping her arms tighter around my neck to cling harder. "Minho, NO. What are you doing? You're MOVING? Don't -"
"I still owe you the other thing," I said, ignoring her panicked demands to lie back down as I rolled her flat onto her back and slid down on my elbows to spread her knees apart.
"What other thing? Minho, NO, there's no other thing," she protested, actively trying to climb right back onto me like a sleepy, possessive octopus. "We've done all the things. We invented things tonight. Lie back DOWN -"
I stayed where I was, looking up the wrecked length of her toned body until I caught her eyes. She blinked down at me from her elbows with her hair in a tangled mess and her flushed face confused, right before her gaze dropped to where my chin was hovering above her pussy.
I watched her perfectly manicured brain catch up to the choreo. She drew in one very sharp breath.
"Oh."
"Yeah," I murmured. "Our thing, remember?"
We hadn't done it since before Busan. I'm not going to get into Busan right now except to say she'd grabbed a tissue and scrubbed me out of her like my cum was burning her skin while her pussy kept shedding pearly tears, and we'd spent the last six months never talking about it.
The mess between her thighs right now was honestly catastrophic. Five total loads squeezed out of the dresser session, the lotus, and the brutal anal aftermath were currently combining to slide out of her in a thick white drip while we negotiated, painting a track down the inside of her thigh so graphic I was half-waiting for Karina's God to strike a pixel filter over it.
"You don't have to," she whispered, and then immediately followed it up with a desperate, "You don't HAVE to," when I stayed.
"Yeji," I said, propping my chin on her thigh to look up at her dead-on. "Look at the mess we made."
Her entire body locked up on the mattress. She caught the line the second it left my mouth, reacting to the old script she'd written for us back when we were just stupid kids playing dirty in the trainee dorms. Her hand flew up to press hard against her own mouth to physically trap whatever sound tried to escape, holding it for a long second before letting her arm drop back to the sheets.
"Show me," she demanded, her leader-voice scraped totally raw.
So I did. I showed her by dragging the flat of my tongue up her slit from base to clit, taking the first sloppy strip of what I'd left in her into my mouth. The salty cocktail of every load I'd dumped in her tonight, warm on my tongue.
She made a sound that wasn't quite human and immediately snapped back to the command voice she used to run a five-member girl group at twenty-four years old. "Shove it back in for me. You always loved knowing it's yours, right?"
"Mhm."
I slid two fingers up where my tongue had just been to push the leak back inside. She clenched down on my knuckles immediately, greedy and familiar after six months of nothing.
"More," she breathed. "Deeper. Keep it for us."
I pumped my fingers in slow to pack every drop back exactly where she wanted it, which dragged her hips up off the mattress to meet my knuckles and knocked a small, wrecked giggle out of her chest. Hearing that unapologetic, possessive little sound after six solid months of silence hit me harder than the actual sex had.
"Your mouth," she ordered.
I dropped my head back down with my fingers still buried inside her to seal my mouth over her swollen clit. She gasped out loud and fisted her free hand directly into my hair, locking me in place against her thighs like she was terrified I might surface for air and let the moment evaporate.
I stayed exactly where I was, letting her ride my face in the gentlest, most possessive way she knew how to reclaim the ritual she'd put down and lost track of. I completely lost the plot down there until her grip in my hair tightened to haul my head back up.
She was watching me with her chin tilted down to check what my mouth looked like painted with her mess. Without breaking eye contact, she reached two fingers down between her own thighs, slid them deep inside herself, and pulled them back out glistening white before lifting them to my lips.
"Open."
I opened my mouth, letting her feed me what she'd taken out of her own body by sliding her fingers across my tongue. I closed my lips around her knuckles to swallow it down while she let out a long, shaky exhale.
"There." She pulled her fingers free to press her wet palm flat against my cheek, smearing the rest of the sloppy mess across my jaw like a brand that I was entirely happy to wear. "That's better."
I crawled back up the ruined mattress to drop my forehead against hers, immediately letting her wrap her legs and arms tightly around me exactly the way she'd wanted five minutes ago. She tucked her face directly into the side of my throat to mumble something straight into my pulse.
"You came back."
I knew exactly what she meant, and I also knew we were definitely never talking about Busan again.
"I never left, Yeji."
She made a tiny, satisfied sound against my skin and pressed her weight closer until her heartbeat started to slow down and match mine.
"See how well you do when you listen?" she mumbled into my collarbone.
A genuine, exhausted laugh scraped out of my throat. "So I'll see you tomorrow, seonsaengnim?"
She bit softly into my collarbone. "Every day. Don't be late."
***
The adrenaline took its sweet time leaving. We lay there in the quiet until the tunnel vision finally faded and the physical, financial and legal reality of the bedroom roared back into focus.
Yeji rolled onto her side, propped herself up on one elbow, and placed a flat hand horizontally over her eyebrows to survey the wreckage. That was the visor technique she deployed on stage when scanning a fifteen-thousand-seat arena trying to single out some terrified fan for a dance challenge. Applying it to fifteen square meters of demolished interior decorating seemed disproportionate, but Yeji always took things more seriously than anyone else considered necessary.
A giggle ripped out of her throat. Then another. Within seconds she was wheezing, dropping her forehead against my chest in a full-body giggle that shook the mattress.
"My abs hurt," she gasped, clutching her stomach. "This is humiliating. Even class yesterday morning didn't hurt this much."
"You rode me through, what, seven rounds and literally destroyed a piece of furniture with your enthusiasm," I pointed out, staring blankly at the crooked mirror above the dresser. "I think soreness is the minimum expected consequence, no?"
"Enthusiasm?" She smacked my arm, still laughing. "Don't call it that."
"What do you want me to call it?"
She lifted her head, grinning. "Devotion."
Then she pushed her tangled hair out of her face and pointed across the room. "Look at the wall! Look what you did -"
"What I did?" I scoffed. "The dresser situation is totally your fault!"
"Okay, yeah, that's on me." She shifted her finger to the two distinct impact zones on the drywall opposite the bed. "But that dent is yours. And that dent is mine, although technically it's a shared responsibility because you slammed me into it."
"I'm pretty concerned about how the pillow got on top of the wardrobe," I added, tracking the debris field.
She looked up, squinting at the rogue piece of cotton stranded near the ceiling. "I don't know. Did we do that earlier, or just now?"
"All of the above." I let my head thump back against the headboard, a loud laugh finally scraping its way out of my chest.
"We are SO getting sued by this resort. Blacklisted, for sure. Manager-nim is going to be livid about the deposit," she muttered.
"I'll tell management it was an act of God," I offered, rubbing her head.
"You're the one who said God isn't real."
"Yeah, well." I turned my head to look at the absolute carnage around us. "Tonight I reconsidered."
She wheezed again, burying her face in the sheets before pulling back with a sharp grimace. The laughter died as practical reality finally set in. The mattress beneath us was a proper biohazard, a cold, sticky disaster of pool water, sweat, and multiple rounds of our juices.
"Okay," she declared, her leader-voice returning as she gingerly untangled her legs from mine. "You go shower first. I'm going to figure out how to deal with... whatever the fuck this is."
***
I walked into the bathroom, cranked the shower, and left the door cracked. She'd locked me out of the villa bathroom on day one, so the latch stayed bare tonight.
A minute later she pushed the door wider. She stepped into the humidity shivering, still naked, her hair a disaster, looking at me like she wanted to eat me alive.
"Did you figure out what to do with the room?" I asked over the spray.
"No," she said, sliding the glass door open and stepping right under the water with me. "Lost cause. Giving up."
We were theoretically in there to wash the catastrophic cocktail of pool water, sweat, and five loads of cum off our bodies so we could figure out where to sleep. I even had the soap in my hand. It lasted maybe twenty seconds. I went to wash her shoulders, she backed her wet ass directly into my dick, and we were immediately fucking again, and this time she didn't even have to say "no Sana no life" to get my dick raring to go again.
It was objectively the worst possible place to do it. The stall was cramped, the steam choked us, and hot spray kept blasting me directly in the eyes while the acoustics slapped our wet skin together like cannon fire. I had her spun around, doggy-style against the frosted glass. One hand squeezed her wet tits, the other holding her leg up, while she craned her neck back to sloppy-kiss me through the downpour as I pounded her ass into the next time zone.
I was hauling her right leg up by the thigh to get myself deeper, fighting wet tile and bad decisions to pound into her slick heat. If anyone had looked at the frosted glass from the outside, we looked like a silhouetted, highly uncoordinated three-legged beast. She dropped her jaw, whining right into my mouth as her hips snapped back to swallow the whole length of my cock as my shrivelled-up balls pathetically tickled her clit.
"More," she gasped, words garbled by water and spit. "Minho, more more more -"
I was right on the razor edge, vision whited out, bracing to dump my Karina's-God-knows-which load of the night straight into her guts. My hips locked. Her wet walls clamped down on me in a tight, triumphant spasm as I started spurting whatever my balls could muster into her very thoroughly filled hole.
And then my soapy foot slipped.
The three-legged beast lost bipedal stability. I flailed for a handhold, my fingers hooking the only solid object in reach: the brushed-metal shelving rack suction-cupped to the tile.
It ripped off the wall with a horrific clatter.
We went down dramatically.
I slammed square onto my bare ass on hard tile. Pain shot straight up my spine. Yeji landed backward directly on top of me, her ass nearly snapping my dick completely in half. The sheer panic combined with the impact violently yanked the rest of the orgasm right out of me, and my cock rapidly machine-gunned what was left of my seed directly across her wet stomach mid-crash.
Half inside her, half wasted on her skin. Six. The same split delivery Ryujin had hijacked from Yuna on the deck while they were stacked like a pile of hotteok in a Seoul street market.
We lay there in a tangle of limbs at the bottom of the stall. The water pounded down on us while my dick weakly spurted its last few drops of failure over her navel. I stared at the ceiling, seriously wondering if I'd broken my tailbone.
The metal soap rack had clattered onto the floor, scattering a minefield of bottles. Everything went down except the massive, industrial-sized pump bottle of Pantene conditioner. It had launched upward during the rip and somehow landed dead center on the narrow aluminum top railing of the shower stall, towering directly above Yeji's head.
We both froze in the tangle of limbs at the bottom of the stall before slowly looking up.
The one-liter plastic bomb teetered on the slick, wet railing. Rocking back. Forth. Swaying precariously in a moment of slow-motion doom.
Then Pantene tipped past the point of no return and plummeted straight for her nose.
Yeji squealed. My right arm shot out on pure reflex and snatched the heavy plastic cylinder out of the air a half-inch from her face before tossing it aside. Flawless cinema, delivered by a naked dude with a crushed ass and a traumatized erection.
Yeji whipped around, water streaming down her cheeks. "My hero," she gasped. She grabbed my face with both hands and planted a massive, dramatic princess smooch right on my lips.
I tried to kiss her back and just let out a pathetic, agonized groan from the bottom of my chest.
She pulled back, taking in the absolute carnage: naked me pinned to the tile, a metal shelf jammed against my leg, and my rapidly deflating cock weeping tragically onto her skin.
"Chagi!" she yelped, real panic spiking through the shower hiss. "Are you okay?!"
"No," I croaked. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine!" she said, scrambling to lift herself off my hips.
I stayed flat on my back, trying to evaluate my internal organs. Once Yeji realized I wasn't actually going to bleed out in a Jeju shower stall, her eyes dropped to her own stomach. The hot spray was already washing my cum away - the only load of the entire night that didn't end up fully locked inside her.
She stared at the soapy, semen-streaked suds. Then she looked down at me.
"I hate you."
I froze, forgetting about the pain in my spine. "What? What did I do?"
"The cum, idiot," she shot back, aggressively wiping the streak off her stomach. "You wasted it!"
I just stared at her. I'd spent the entire night tracking every drop of my own cum like it was a holy sponge that could magically scrub away the timeline on the pool deck. A massive, tragic ledger in my head to fix the fact that Ryujin had hijacked exactly that same split delivery from Yuna out there.
Meanwhile, Yeji didn't give a shit about existential ledgers. She was just a greedy brat entirely furious because she missed out on her prize. God didn't care about my guilt, and my dick obviously couldn't do math.
"I was mid-cum!" I argued furiously, gesturing at the slippery tile. "The floor moved!"
"You slipped!"
"You spasmed first!"
"That's your job!" she yelled over the water, entirely unapologetic.
"Well, the soap rack disagreed," I groaned, shoving the metal shelf off my thigh so I could cross my legs. "The universe clearly didn't want me to finish in there."
"This is the universe's fault?"
"Specifically God's," I muttered, hauling myself up to lean against the cold tile.
"See." Yeji pointed a severe, accusatory finger at my face. "This is exactly what happens when you talk shit about God in front of Karina. She has connections."
"Noted," I sighed. I pulled her down against my wet chest, wrapping my arms around her and resting my chin on her slippery shoulder. "I'll start praying to her tomorrow."
We sat under the hot spray for another minute until the adrenaline finally wore off and my bruises started screaming. She helped me up, then I grabbed a towel, dried us off, and we abandoned the biohazard master suite, stealing the one dry duvet we could find in the hallway closet and limped downstairs to the living room.
***
[MINHO'S POV]
Both the couch and my spine creaked when I sat down, making Yeji laugh from her corner where she was already curled up swimming in my stolen white shirt.
"My poor little victim," she murmured, catching my wrist and tugging me down.
I let her pull me down until I was flat on my back against the cushions and she was sprawled on top of me. The dry duvet we'd stolen covered us completely to her shoulders while the villa finally sank into absolute silence, mostly thanks to us.
Turquoise pool glow washed her hair pale while my hand automatically found the knot in her lower back, working into a spot that a decade of dancing in platform boots and never quite letting herself rest had been quietly wrecking. I'd watched her ice it after Show Champion two years ago while pretending she wasn't, and seen her stretch into it on the practice room floor while everyone else went to lunch, so when I pushed the heel of my palm into the muscle with the exact pressure I knew worked, she let out a long breath against my chest like she'd honestly forgotten anyone else knew it hurt.
She stayed quiet for so long I thought she was actually passing out, right up until her voice went muffled into my chest.
"Ryujin..."
Of course she was still spiraling, her leader instinct running so hot through her physical exhaustion that she started squirming around like she was going to march outside and fix it tonight.
I wrapped her tighter and waited without saying a word, letting sheer exhaustion make the final decision for her until she eventually settled back down against my chest.
"She'll come to you when she's ready," I murmured, using the exact same tone I used when she needed someone to be soft in the dorms at two in the morning. "You don't have to fix it tonight. Everything is going to be okay."
She gave a tiny, bitter laugh into my chest. "Say it until you believe it."
"I will," I told her hair, staying still while I figured out what to do with it.
Her shoulders dropped first before her spine finally lost its iron tension, and she was still mumbling about Ryujin when she just crashed with a sentence that trailed off mid-word.
***
The first thing I woke to was cold -
A soaking wet body slammed into Yeji's back from above, dumping pool water straight through my borrowed shirt as Yeji let out a sharp gasp of pure panic and went completely rigid.
I surfaced from sleep already moving, locking both of my arms around Yeji in a blind protective grip while my brain tried to figure out who I needed to fight, right until a wet chin found the exact curve of her neck and settled perfectly into the groove.
The familiarity in that embrace answered the question before I could even see the intruder.
Yeji exhaled in one massive breath. "Ryu..."
My arms immediately dropped their death grip, letting Yeji completely melt into the mattress as she reached back to grab Ryujin's wet forearm just to make sure she was really there.
"Ddaeng Ddong," Ryujin whispered against Yeji's neck, her voice barely audible.
I had absolutely no idea what those syllables meant, but as Ryujin's shaking body softened against Yeji's back and Yeji squeezed her arm tighter.
Freezing pool water poured onto the cushions and soaked my bare skin to ruin our warm peace, but I stayed exactly where I was. This hug was above my pay grade, and since years of sisterhood was currently knitting itself back together on top of my chest, I just held them perfectly still and let the icy water run everywhere.
Eventually the water warmed up against us and Ryujin's ragged breathing synced clearly with Yeji's.
Ryujin finally started pulling back, keeping her eyes glued to the floor. Her hand dragged across Yeji's shoulder as she stood up, lingering a second too long, and Yeji caught her wrist in a quiet acknowledgment before letting go.
I listened to the quiet slap of her bare, wet feet padding up the wooden stairs, each damp step fading as she headed back to the second floor.
Yeji hadn't moved from my chest, but the second the footsteps vanished, the girl who never cried broke.
The strict leader posture she'd been forcing herself for years to maintain finally gave out, her shoulders heaving against me with ragged gasps. She balled her fists tight into the wet duvet, burying her face so deep into my neck it actually hurt. She was shaking out of control, hot tears soaking straight into my bare skin, and I just held her without asking a single stupid question.
I already knew exactly what she was letting go of.
So I pulled her tighter against me, weaving my fingers deep into her hair to cradle her skull while my other arm locked across her spine. I held her exactly the way I'd desperately wanted to back in Busan half a year ago when she'd turned away from me and made herself totally unreachable, and tonight she was actually letting me do it.
Her sharp gasping slowly smoothed out into a steady rhythm.
"See? I told you everything would be okay," I whispered.
She nodded against my chest with a hard hiccup, tightening her grip on me while I kissed her damp forehead to give her my one silent promise: I'm not going anywhere.
Her sobs slowly faded into shallow breaths over the next few minutes until she lay mostly still.
We lay still in the cold, soaking mess Ryujin had pressed into us, and held on to each other through it.
Because for us, for the first time in five years, it was comfort.
ACT V: Fin
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Author's Note:
Massive thanks to fahzball and shin for inadvertently getting this chapter to its final state, because the version you just read is almost nothing like the one I had in the drafts folder a month ago. This chapter actually existed long before 'Nobody Like You' and was supposed to post first, but I put it to a vote (angst-heavy or smut-heavy?) and 'Nobody Like You' won, and honestly thank god it did, because of one beat in that chapter that ended up changing everything about this one.
If you read 'Nobody Like You,' (which I hope you did because I love that chapter so much) there's a moment where Ryujin is running up the path back to the villa with 'Kill Shot' going in her earbuds, and the swish swish of the bridge slowly resolves into the wet smack of Minho fucking Yeji bent over against the wall of the outdoor shower by the pool, the percussion bleeding through her left pod until she yanks the earbud out and the audio match cut completes itself in the Jeju night - the sound carries the cut so the picture can change underneath it. The second I posted that chapter I knew I had to tear this one apart and rewrite the whole A/B Lia-Yeji plot around the same idea. Every POV transition in 'Unseen, Untouchable, Unmade' is tied together by a sound through a wall: Yeji's cackle hits the plaster and we land in Lia's bedroom, Minjun's headboard goes quiet and we cut to Yeji slamming Minho into a wall two doors down. A picture frame smashes here, dust shakes loose there, and the "camera" moves through the villa on noise alone until the whole house becomes one continuous room and you, the reader, are the only person hearing all of it at once. Which feels like the right form of poetic justice for Lia specifically. She spent this whole arc using voyeurism against them, and now she's stuck listening to audio she didn't capture and can't edit.
While we're talking about camera tricks I should also mention the manic sequence in the middle of the smut scene - where Minho lifts Yeji and they keep slamming into a different room every time he plants her - which is lifted directly from the APT music video. Specifically the section where the camera holds completely still on Rosé and Bruno while they teleport around the frame: standing, sitting, lying down, dancing, all on the same cut, the camera not moving but they do, the smash cut doing the work. I wanted that exact feeling here, one unbroken motion from Minho's side (he picks her up, he carries her, he puts her down) but every smash cut drops them into a new room, a new position, a new surface giving out. The reader needs the disorientation of how the night actually feels from the inside: time blurring, rooms bleeding into each other, only the bodies stable. They never stop fucking, the villa just keeps changing around them.
***
Which brings me to what this scene is actually FOR. This is unapologetically a smut-forward series and I take that seriously. If you came here for the porn, the porn has to deliver on its own merits without the plot making up the difference. But I also believe every sex scene has to MEAN something, and if you've been with me from the start I've been quietly showing you this for three hundred thousand words (Karina's-God damn!) that every position, every act, every dirty line spoken into someone's ear is a character saying something with their body that they couldn't say with their mouth.
This scene is about victory. 'Moonlight and Memory' was the breakthrough - Yeji saying saranghae in her sleep for the first time in five years, Minho realizing the nightmare world wasn't real, both of them finally landing in the same emotional weather at the same time. 'Unseen, Untouchable, Unmade' is the celebration. They WON. They survived the day, they survived themselves, and the way two people who've been fucking each other for half a decade celebrate is by going through their entire repertoire in one unhinged tour, every position and every joke and every move they've ever invented together. Which is also a deliberate homage to 'First Light'. The very first chapter of the series gave you a tiny glimpse of how physically attuned these two already were, two people with a whole private world in bed before the reader was even allowed in. This chapter is the full payoff of that promise three hundred thousand words later, the door finally kicked open.
But the thing I most wanted to get right in this chapter was the mind games, specifically Yeji's, because the mind games ARE their love language. Yeji plays games with Minho because that's their oldest shared language, it's how they talk during sex, and it's also how she tells him things she would rather die than say plainly. When she flips him onto his back and starts denying him, that's payback for the begging routine he ran on her earlier in the scene. The hovering and the puppy eyes and the aegyo bit and the whole "admit you wanted it" act. She recognizes the pattern because he taught it to her ("you had a great time using your little puppy dog eyes to make me beg earlier, huh?"). She's collecting a debt, not being randomly cruel. She's matching his game and playing it better.
Control is Yeji's native tongue. She is the responsible unnie, the polished leader, the girl whose whole job is absorbing pressure and hiding the soft parts. She does not naturally ask for care. She gives instructions. She directs. She manages. So the mind games let her stay Yeji while wanting Minho badly enough that it scares her. She can be needy if she turns it into a challenge. She can ask for intimacy if she wraps it in dominance. She can say take what you want from me only after she's proven she still has teeth.
The emotional core of this scene is brutal for her by the way: she chose Minho over Ryujin in front of the whole group. She knows Ryujin is somewhere in the villa right now hurting. She's scared she just broke a seven-year friendship, and she needs Minho to make her stop thinking about it AND she needs him to stop treating her like she's about to crack. That's too much to sit in cleanly, so she swerves into the camera bit, the Sana fancam joke, the I hate you so much, the bratty insults, the breeding kink delivered like a tax filing. The games give her a handle on feelings she cannot say plainly. Stop making me beg you to take me is the real line; everything after is her forcing him to understand it through the only arena where they both speak fluently.
And she can play this rough because she trusts him. She knows he's watching her body, her voice, her limits, her tells, which is why the scene reads as personal instead of generic. Five years matter here. She knows where to push because he taught her and he knows the exact second the joke drops out of her voice. The line "using five years of knowing exactly where my breaking points were to wreck me" is all the trust between them in one sentence.
It works the other way too: the games protect Minho. Because by this point in the night Minho is drowning in guilt, keeping a quiet ledger in his head of every betrayal and every other girl and every load he's spent in the wrong direction. Yeji humiliates him, teases him, denies him, lets the phone drop on his face, makes him answer stupid trap questions, makes him laugh. THAT is care from Yeji. She refuses to let him disappear into the guilt spiral when she wants him here, in this room, with her, now.
Short version: Yeji plays mind games because plain vulnerability terrifies her. Control comforts her. Minho is the only person on earth who can read the difference between cruelty, teasing, panic, and love when they all come out of her mouth sounding like threats. The sex is hot because the games are personal. Nobody else could play them this way with him. That's the receipt for everyone who stayed since 'First Light.'
Prompt: The script said one kiss, the drama showed one kiss. But the leaked behind-the-scenes footage? Hmm...
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Yeji
The Fiercely Protective, Slightly Possessive Lead
gritty action-romance drama
Yeji plays a former detective trying to leave her past behind
until you, the one person she swore to protect, get dragged into danger
the kiss is supposed to be one desperate, fleeting moment
just a brief press of lips before she pulls away, torn between duty and love
in the leaked behind-the-scenes clip tho…
Yeji doesn’t pull away
She tilts her head, deepening the kiss just slightly
her hands tightening around your waist like she’s completely lost in the moment
“CUT!”
Yeji doesn’t move immediately
her forehead was still pressed against yours, her eyes flickering down to your lips
"Are you okay?" she asks softly, voice barely above a whisper
you nod, feeling breathless
she smirks
"Good. We should practice this scene again later."
the fans LOSE IT, I mean wtf
"‘We should practice again later’ GURL WHAT"
"oh Yeji wasn’t ACTING, she was FEELING that"
"So when are WE getting protected (and kissed) by Hwang Yeji?"
in an interview, Yeji just grins, her eyes twinkling
"I take my roles very seriously."
Lia
The Soft-Spoken but Surprisingly Bold Romantic Lead
classic second-chance romance
Lia is your ex-girlfriend-turned-unexpected-roommate
the tension? absolutely unbearable
the kiss is written as a shy, hesitant peck, full of unspoken feelings
but in the leaked clip???
Lia doesn’t just kiss you
she lingers, her breath warm against your lips
and she goes in again, softer this time
“CUT!”
Lia still stays way too close, blinking at you like she’s only just realized what she did
"Oops," she whispers, laughing nervously
"Guess I… got a little carried away?"
fans instantly go FERAL
"LIA WHAT DO YOU MEAN ‘OOPS’??"
"bro that second kiss wasn’t even subtle, she just WENT for it”
"SOMEONE CHECK ON Y/N, SHE HASN’T SPOKEN SINCE"
when asked about the extra kisses, Lia turns bright red and fidgets with her rings
"I-It just felt natural, you know? Like… real."
Ryujin
The Effortlessly Cool, Too-Smooth Lead
friends-to-lovers
Ryujin is the charismatic best friend who has secretly been in love with you for years
the kiss is meant to be one casual, quick peck
yknow nothing dramatic
but in the behind-the-scenes footage??
Ryujin leans in again
this time slower, more deliberate
then, after the second kiss, she smirks against your lips, tilting her head playfully
"Oh? Was that too much?" she teases, voice way too smug
“CUT!”
she doesn’t even pretend to be embarrassed
she just winks at you before casually strolling off set
the internet explodes
"RYUJIN PLS SHE KNEW EXACTLY WHAT SHE WAS DOING"
"‘was that too much?’ BABE WE SAW YOU GO IN FOR A THIRD WHAT"
"Y/N just got rizzed up in 4K HD"
when asked about the extra kisses, Ryujin shrugs
"I was just in the moment. Can't help it if it felt right."
Gurl. Bye. 😭
Chaeryeong
The Sweet, Blushy Lead Who Accidentally Exposes Herself
heartfelt, coming-of-age love story
Chaeryeong is your adorable childhood best friend who finally confesses after years of pining
the kiss is supposed to be a soft, innocent moment, filled with emotion
but in the leaked video???
Chaeryeong FORGETS to stop kissing you
after the first kiss, she nervously kisses you again, like she just can’t help it
then, realizing what she did, she hides her face in her hands, giggling uncontrollably
"Oh my God, that was… um. A lot."
"SHE PANICKED AND KISSED Y/N AGAIN HELPPPP"
"Chaeryeong, bestie… the scene was one kiss, not three"
"She’s so embarrassed but also SO IN LOVE"
during an interview on her sister’s channel, Chaeryeong squeals and covers her face
"I-I don’t know! I just kept going! It felt… natural?"
her members immediately start teasing her
Chaeryeong.exe has officially crashed
Yuna
The Shamelessly Flirty, Scene-Stealing Lead
high-energy romcom
Yuna plays the overconfident playgirl who falls hard for the one person who resists her charms — you
the kiss is scripted to be one dramatic, show-stopping moment, before she pulls back, smirking like she owns the world
but in the leaked video??
Yuna doesn’t just stop at one kiss
she peppers soft, playful kisses along your jawline, her laughter barely contained between each one
“CUT!”
Yuna winks at the camera before turning to you with a teasing smile
“Ah, Yuna-ssi…”
"What?" she says innocently. "I was improvising."
the internet goes INSANE
"YUNA MA’AM YOU WERE HAVING TOO MUCH FUN"
"She kissed Y/N like they were already dating, I can’t."
"‘I was improvising’ — NO YOU WERE ENJOYING YOURSELF"
"plsss even the director was speechless"
when asked about the extra kisses in Hyell’s Club, Yuna just giggles and flips her hair
If there's one thing you've learned dealing with the rich, the famous and the devious, it's that there's always a deal to be made.
-
"Not often that I see a girl like you in a place like this."
"Well, you're an incredibly difficult man to track down."
It's the girl who's supposed to be on the main page of your site starting tomorrow morning. You gesture for Yeji to sit by your side, and while there are more than enough empty seats around you, she prefers to stand. What is this, a fucking power move?
"Well, you could have just called my office and made yourself an appointment."
It doesn't amuse her. She simply brings her hands up to rest on her hips as she looks at you.
"Look, let's get to the point. You can't post the article." There is something rather endearing in watching how she talks to you. Her hips are cocked and her face bears a look of determination, but she lacks confidence. You're not sure she even believes herself. Maybe she's just hoping that you'll cave.
You meet her eyes and hold her gaze for a few moments, searching for a crack in her armour. It's hard to say for certain when the only lighting in this club is what little neon they have on display, but there seems to be something else hiding behind her stare. A nervous energy, perhaps. So, you correct her, "I can post the article."
"Look— I, I have money." She takes a single stride towards you, with her long slender legs of which only part of her thigh is covered by the bottom of her dress. That thing clings to them like it does every other inch of her body. One hell of a figure.
"I'm well aware."
"Okay then, how much money will it take for you to drop the article?"
"Money doesn't compare to an article like this one—you know that. Come on," you lean forward a bit. "You should be smarter than that."
"How much?!" Yeji says again. There's an edge to her voice now and a stern look in her eyes. She must feel that you're not taking her seriously—honestly, you aren't. You can't count the number of times an agency has tried to block an article by simply throwing money your way. The novelty has worn off.
"Listen, Miss Hwang, I appreciate the effort you have gone through to manufacture a meeting with me, however, just like I told your PR team, I'm not for sale. Should you want to avoid this sort of thing, then I'd recommend being a little more discreet the next time you want to fuck around." You glance at the door leading out. The exit sign above is blinking erratically, but it serves its intended purpose nonetheless. "I'll see you in tomorrow morning's news."
"No."
"No?" You raise an eyebrow. She may be a star and she may make people go crazy in more ways than one, but if you've learned something about yourself over the years, it's that you aren't as easily swayed by beauty alone, nor impressed by fame.
Yeji remains silent, her eyes looking down to the table in front of you and your mind instantly starts conjuring up scenarios where the girl goes into a screaming fit or starts throwing a tantrum until security drags her sorry ass out the door.
Her head snaps up again. "Fine." Yeji turns sideways and steps around the small table. It becomes apparent that she plans on sitting by your side, after all. She isn't exactly looking at you as she plops herself onto the cushioned bench. "You said 'next time', right?" She begins quietly.
In spite of yourself, a smile appears on your face when you see the wheels turn inside of Yeji's head. "I don't think I understand."
"Yes, you do," Yeji replies dryly. And with the certainty now back in her voice, it appears you've misjudged her.
When you remain silent for a few moments, Yeji eventually gives in and takes a quick, inconspicuous breath before looking up again. Her face is but inches from your own. "Have sex with me tonight."
It takes effort not to burst into laughter in response to such an absurd offer, and as a result, the amusement is probably pretty damn clear in the tone of your reply. "You're cute."
"I'm serious."
You look the girl in the eyes once more, leaning backwards. "You know how much trouble you could get into for trying something like this, right?"
Yeji's jaw clenches momentarily. "Yeah."
You gaze down along her body again. The skin on her thighs seems smooth and silky; definitely worth a closer inspection, and you would be lying if you said the knowledge of her dirty hook-ups didn't have your mind wondering about all the ways she might be willing to work her body in an attempt to sway you. You wonder if she likes it rough; likes having someone grab hold of those black locks of hers and yank her head back. Likes having a cock slammed down her throat. Your thoughts quickly go into a tailspin which has you imagining Yeji crawling towards you dressed up in nothing but skimpy lingerie, a hungry smile plastered across her face and a yearning desire to find out what sort of mess you could turn her into.
"So," you begin quietly. "I don't release an article about the K-pop star who keeps sneaking out into hotels to get herself fucked—and in exchange, I get to sleep with the K-pop star who keeps sneaking out into hotels to get herself fucked. Do I have that right?"
You see the embarrassment cross Yeji's features briefly, yet she still manages to bite out her reply with certainty: "Yes."
For some reason, even though she's been found out and forced into making such an absurd deal, she refuses to lower her gaze away from yours, almost daring you to judge her. You've seen her music videos online—goddamnit, everyone has—and she's sexy as hell. No one would deny that, and she looks stunning in that black dress of hers. It really compliments her figure. Legs go on for days, a toned physique and looking down the front of her dress as she leans into you, a pretty little pair of tits hidden somewhere in there as well.
"I've been propositioned before, you know, but usually that's to get their face on the front page, not off it." You cock your head at her. "How badly do you want this dropped, anyway?"
"What are you trying to say?"
You lean back slowly, deliberately, resting your shoulders against the seat as you feel Yeji's eyes study your every move. Despite the terrible lighting, you can tell she's biting her lip nervously. She's so close that the scent coming off her fills the air around you. It's a pleasant smell. One you wouldn't mind having all over your bed.
"I'll be blunt." Your eyes fall to her chest and you take note of how Yeji squirms under your stare. A tiny smile appears on your lips. "I'd love to fuck you. Hell, anyone in their right mind would love to fuck you. You're a very attractive girl, after all." You nod in her direction. "So, that part will happen if I agree to this deal of yours, however, there's one thing you haven't accounted for."
Yeji meets your stare. Her voice is low, yet resolute. "Which is?"
"You have no idea of whether or not I'm actually going to uphold my end of the bargain."
She pauses in silence and then moves her hand across the table, scooping up your drink and raising it to her full lips. As she knocks back the remainder, the way her slender neck stretches makes you wish you could wrap your hands around it.
The glass hits the table and Yeji licks her lips softly. The sight has you licking your own and for just a second, the both of you simply gaze at each other in silence, almost sizing each other up. Yeji finally shifts closer to you until she's right by your side. Her breasts press up against your shoulder and you feel her warmth on your arm.
One of her delicate hands lands gently in your lap and slides upwards onto your thigh where she starts to draw small circles with her fingertips. You wonder if she notices the slight hitch in your breath as she touches you. "We can go to your office. Sign a document. Legally binding. Non-disclosure. And agree to write a favourable piece about me. You can send out the request to your best columnist there and then. And then you can take me right there." Her words come out in soft whispers and her eyes dart over your face, trying to read your reaction.
Yeji is young and beautiful and she's clearly horny enough to get herself into this kind of mess. It doesn't come as too much of a surprise to you, then, when you feel a delicate fingertip trace over your crotch. "Take you?"
"On your desk. Over your desk," she elaborates shamelessly and with a hint of cheek in her voice. There's a smug expression on her face. She's enjoying herself but also relieved to be getting through to you. "However you want me."
"So, it's an exchange? A dirty deal done in the darkness?"
Yeji smirks. "I prefer to call it reciprocation."
-
Friday night in the office and it still has the passive hum of life, though not much of it. Cutting through the air is the loud clack of Yeji's high heels as she follows you silently past empty room after empty room. The interns putting in the long hours are all on the lower floors, giving you just enough discretion.
You glance back briefly at her before rounding the corner. Just like you had imagined, she seems rather timid now. Head held slightly down and glancing around the place, almost like she's embarrassed to be here with you.
Finally, you reach your private office near the far wall of the floor and wave Yeji inside. As you step up to your desk and turn, Yeji closes the door behind herself and watches you intently. The soft light in here gives you a much better opportunity to appreciate her.
"Come." You gesture her over while simultaneously logging into your PC.
It only takes a few simple clicks to bring up a basic confidentiality agreement which you proceed to edit. "As requested," you begin. "This agreement prohibits me from writing anything related to your numerous encounters with nameless men and women in various hotels throughout Seoul. Failure to abide by these terms enables you to take legal action against me and my firm to any extent deemed necessary."
She places her palms on the desk as you turn the monitor to show her. She reads it. You read here. Leaning forward has the front of her dress hang open a bit further. It's the first glance you get of her red bra underneath and the swell of her chest, just big enough for handfuls. She sees your wandering eyes, yet continues to scan the terms of the contract. It makes you curious if the idea of being looked at like some cheap slut turns her on. Maybe you should try referring to her as such. Would she object? Or encourage?
Yeji nods in approval and you click 'print'. She looks past you, watching it emerge from the machine.
"That's all we need," you say, never looking away from her. There's something mesmerising about her eyes. They're large, they're dark and they tend to draw you in. "Now I can't expose your whorish tendencies."
She looks offended momentarily. "Whorish?"
"Two months. Forty-two hotel visits were recorded. Thirty-five different partners." The chair rolls away as you push it back and stand up, towering over her frame. "Yes, you're fucking whorish, Yeji. Our research was thorough."
"I'm just having fun." She stops leaning on the desk. You both take a step in unison, beginning to round the desk while staring each other down. The moment feels tense. "There's nothing wrong with that."
"Oh, I agree completely."
Another step. Another inch towards each other.
"There's no shame in being a bit of a slut. An incredibly beautiful slut."
A third.
You're face to face. Those heels make her almost as tall as you, and you glance at Yeji's lips as the tip of her tongue suddenly darts out over them. The only sound between the two of you is your shared breathing. Yeji tilts her head back slightly and gazes into your eyes, waiting expectantly for you to act upon your desire. Waiting for you to throw her onto the desk and fuck the living shit out of her, just as she asked for.
You wait.
Her lower lip disappears beneath the bite of her teeth.
Wait.
A sudden flush rises up onto Yeji's cheeks, undoubtedly born from her frustration, but you don't miss the excitement hiding within it either. Then, Yeji takes another step forward, one which has you taking hold of her waist, pushing yourself hard up against her body.
Almost instantly, the pair of you go from hesitant to frantic, moving without a single word being spoken between either of you.
Your mouths meet in an open-mouthed kiss of heat, passion and impatience. There's a gasp coming from somewhere, a mixture of a moan as the two of you collide. It takes more willpower than expected not to shove your tongue down Yeji's throat as you feel hers slide against yours in an instant. Fingernails dig into your neck; not hard enough to leave marks, yet not soft enough to be mistaken as anything else than a woman showing what she wants. It's exactly what you wanted to do when you first saw her tonight.
She bites on your lip, sucks on it and goes straight back in. You grab hold of her tightly and shuffle her backwards towards the desk. You can barely restrain yourself. A groan rises up in the depths of your stomach when Yeji parts her legs slightly, welcoming your body in between them.
Every part of you tells you to bend her over and start hammering yourself into her, yet there's still one last detail you must attend to. You break free of Yeji's grasp and shove her roughly down onto your desk.
Her hair fans out around her head and her gaze looks darker somehow, more lustrous under this light. You follow her shape, down, over the bumps of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the curve of her hips and then to the hem of her dress, where bare thigh begins again. She shudders under the weight of your stare. Legs falling apart, invitingly.
You feel Yeji tremble under your tender touch as you run your hand up the outside of her thigh and push up the fabric of her dress. The tips of your fingers bump along the rim of her underwear before reaching her hip where you trace shapes absentmindedly. She's smooth and silky everywhere.
"What is it?" Yeji asks breathlessly when you don't move for a few moments. Your attention remains firmly locked on that final detail. The thin lace material covering her cunt.
You look her dead in the eyes and curl your fingers around it. "Just wondering how many different people have had you like this."
The red lace is pulled aside. Yeji stares at you, seemingly taken aback by your bluntness as you lean down a little further and angle her leg to the side, letting cool air hit every inch of her bare sex. And it's a lovely sight, all things considered. Neat, trimmed and glistening wet. Your hand moves across her thigh to hold her in place. "Usually I'm on top," Yeji replies, finally regaining her confidence.
"You'd rather be riding me, huh?"
"Yes." Yeji's answer comes immediately. Your cock is stiffening already at the mere thought of having her small body bouncing in your lap as she rides your length like a bitch in heat.
She runs her own hands up her slender frame, feeling up the sides of her own waist, skirting around those perky tits and letting out the smallest whimper of anticipation as she caresses the side of her neck. Her eyelashes flutter with desire. It seems the girl enjoys being admired just as much as you enjoy admiring.
"Don't worry, you'll get to ride it soon enough." Slowly, you drag your middle finger up between her folds, making sure you put enough pressure down against the sweet little bud of nerves to make her arch her back at the sensation. A deep inhale catches itself in the back of Yeji's throat when you sink your fingertip inside of her, only for it to turn into a disappointed sigh when you withdraw.
She bites her lip in embarrassment, no doubt mortified that she couldn't keep quiet at such a simple action, although that doesn't stop you from repeating the movement, applying more pressure and then sinking further into her. This time you withdraw and then taste your finger curiously. If the sweet scent wafting off her wasn't enough indication, she tastes as good as she looks.
"How are you so wet already?" you ask. "All from thinking about getting railed over my desk, hmm?" You ask teasingly, lowering your mouth down closer to her pussy and holding your breath for a moment. You can feel the warmth coming off her.
"It's exciting."
"What, fucking a stranger?"
"Yes," Yeji says bluntly. She wets her lips. "There's nothing quite like giving yourself up to someone completely random."
Your hand slides down her calf and gently pulls off her heel. As soon as it hits the ground, it's replaced with a slow and tender kiss on the inside of her ankle. The skin is just as smooth and supple as the rest of her. From here you have a much better view of how her delicate little flower pulses in longing.
Your head dips and you suck hard on Yeji's inner thigh. You delight in the surprised yelp leaving her mouth as you rake your teeth over her soft skin, pulling at it before letting go. It leaves behind a lovely purple bruise which you blow cold air over, soothing the irritated skin. It makes you smile, knowing that mark will remain for a week, to be seen by whoever she fucks next.
"Do you get excited thinking about having me join the list of cocks pounding away at you?"
Without allowing Yeji time to think, your tongue finds her clit and starts drawing shapes around it. "Yes!" You hear her hiss. Your left arm reaches under her thigh and keeps her pinned down to the table while your right does the same, only giving your tongue freedom to dance over her wet cunt.
You sample her thoroughly, getting her used to the feeling of your warm tongue running over every part of her. You apply more pressure to your work once you notice Yeji bucking her hips upwards to grind against your mouth.
"Oh shit." Yeji is panting heavily now, gasping for breath whenever you pay special attention to her clit. Her thighs quiver every so often, tensing around your head. "Don't—don't stop."
Yeji has the nicest legs you've ever laid eyes on. The way they wrap tightly around your head, squeezing the air out of you when you suck down on her swollen clit, it feels heavenly.
Suddenly, Yeji's hips thrust forward, throwing your rhythm off momentarily.
"Mmm, oh—fuck," she whimpers as you feel her body shake and quiver underneath your touch. Your pace doesn't slacken even once throughout.
"Fuck," Yeji whines louder this time. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum."
Already?
You put more pressure on her hips, keeping them pinned down as best as possible, whilst your tongue attacks her with fervent desperation, spurred on by Yeji's declaration. As the seconds pass by, Yeji becomes more vocal, though not with her words—with her actions. Her breathing picks up noticeably. Soon it becomes short and ragged. Her chest heaves. Her fingers claw into the surface below her. Her spine curves beautifully and her lips hang open wide, allowing loud cries to escape her.
She practically sings out for you as her nails scratch at your desk, looking for something to hold on to, something to ground her. Her whole body tenses up for several moments.
Then it happens.
Her mouth opens up wide yet no sound comes out, her back arches almost unnaturally and her juices coat your chin. The silence hangs in the air, heavy, palpable as her walls contract in ecstasy. Then it's finally broken with a loud snap. One of her fake nails pops off and flies across the room as she grips too hard on the edge of the desk.
Then she moans. Guttural, wanton, unrestrained, absolutely filthy. It fills the room, reverberating back to you in a delicious chorus of hedonism and pleasure. She lies there limp with her eyes shut. Her mouth open. Panting heavily. Basking in the glow.
"So easily?" you ask quietly. Yeji takes a deep breath, trying to steady her heart rate. Your hands leave her hips, caressing her trembling flesh, sliding upwards, running up her dress and over the curve of her waist until you reach her shoulders. You tug the straps down the length of her arms and lean closer, pushing the soft material down to reveal the top of her matching red lingerie. Your hand cups the back of her head. She instinctively knows to lift it.
You lower your lips down to her collarbone as you reach behind her to unzip her dress. The sensation of your kisses against her neck draws another moan out of Yeji. A quiet one this time, however. Gentle. Contended.
You kiss upwards, planting several against the underside of her jaw and the corners of her lips. "I can't stop myself," she whispers, opening her eyes just in time for you to press your lips against hers, tasting the lingering sweetness in your mouth. She smiles.
"Let's get you out of that dress," you say and she nods in agreement. "Up," you order softly and Yeji complies, lifting herself high enough for you to pull the material down her waist and over the length of her thighs. It falls to the ground in a heap at her feet. All that remains is the expensive-looking red underwear set she chose for this occasion.
The two of you exchange looks. She bites her lip. She can see the burning lust raging within your eyes. You don't care if it gives the game away.
There's an absolutely wicked smile that draws across her lips as you start to unbutton your shirt. Her voice is all sultry seduction when she says, "I've been meaning to ask you, are you always swayed so easily?"
"Honestly? Not really," you respond calmly, watching how her eyes eagerly take in your torso as you shrug off your clothing. "Maybe there is something about you that's just..." you trail off, unsure of how to end the sentence.
Yeji sits up on the edge of the desk and throws her arms around your neck, dragging you in closer so that your bodies connect. You feel her lips press against your chest in soft kisses. A finger trails over your abdomen, drawing patterns over your skin before moving downwards. "Yes?"
"Different." Your belt is quickly undone and dropped alongside her dress. Nimble fingers begin unbuttoning your trousers. You run your hands through her hair, appreciating how silky it feels running through your fingers.
Yeji has her gaze focused between your bodies, on her hands as they push your jeans down to the floor and you notice the change in her breathing the moment she wraps her hand around your cock.
She kisses her way up to your neck where her lips tickle your skin as she mumbles: "In a good way?"
Yeji presses the flat of her palm against the base of your erection, rubbing slowly. Your head tilts backwards slightly and you allow yourself a low groan. There's a warm puff of air as she giggles quietly against your neck.
"In a great way," you answer.
"Good," she purrs, suddenly tightening her grip on you and giving you several deliberate strokes. You watch intently as Yeji runs her thumb over the tip of your dick, circling it a few times before continuing with her motions. She leans closer, wrapping her legs around your body and placing her mouth by your ear. "I know what I said earlier about loving to ride a cock and all that," her voice is filled with lust. Pure, unbridled desire. "But honestly? I'd do just about anything right now to have you fuck me against this desk."
And that does it for you.
All semblance of control vanishes entirely in a heartbeat.
You drag her from her perch, only to turn her around and push her right back against the desk. Yeji bends over the edge and places both her palms flat atop it. You watch her toned legs move apart as she spreads them invitingly. Your hand reaches out to rest on her ass.
Soft. Round. Supple. Just begging to be fucked. Your dick rests comfortably between her cheeks, which are covered by the flimsiest piece of lace you've ever seen. The pair of you groan together in anticipation at the sensation of feeling each other so intimately. The anticipation of what is soon to come.
"You want me to fuck you, huh?" you ask.
Yeji turns her head to look at you, dark strands of black hair hanging before her beautiful, desperate eyes. "Please."
She waits expectantly as you move back just enough to hook your fingers into her underwear and pull them down slowly, revealing the pretty little cunt you had tasted earlier. The desk is ever so slightly too tall for her, and her long legs stretch to rest on her tiptoes.
You run your hand down between Yeji's pert cheeks, delighting in the gasp of relief leaving her mouth as you cup her heat. Your fingers slip through her slick, coating themselves with her natural arousal before one sinks inside effortlessly. You push it deep, drawing a content sigh from her lips as your digit bottoms out.
A second follows shortly after and she clenches hard around the pair of them.
"Your cock," Yeji demands. You curl your fingers inside of her, delighted by how she struggles to speak when you graze her weak spots. "Want it..."
"But this is fun," you state simply, continuing to explore every inch of her, learning which places cause the biggest reactions and relishing in her quiet hums of satisfaction every time you stimulate them. You'd be lying if you said it didn't make your cock pulse with the need to be inside her. That warm wetness wrapped snugly around your fingers would feel downright amazing around you.
Yeji wriggles her body, pressing her ass against you and whimpering as your digits push inside again. "Please... your cock." Your eyes drop from the beauty bent over in front of you and focus instead on the sight of your fingers disappearing repeatedly between those gorgeous legs. How her muscles clench and her toes curl against the carpet with each and every motion of your digits inside her. She looks ready. She feels ready.
"Well, seeing as you're asking so nicely—"
You slip your fingers out. The whine of loss from Yeji barely has time to fade as you grab hold of her ass with both hands, spread it out, line yourself up with her cunt and sink inside without hesitation. Fuck it. Why go slow?
"Oh god," Yeji moans as your hips meet. Her knuckles turn white as she claws at the surface of the desk in an effort to cope with the feeling of fullness that she's clearly experiencing right now. Her eyes widen and she bites hard into the back of her lip as her cunt stretches around you, accommodating you perfectly. She exhales deeply.
It's all worth it—the workplace compromise. This moment right here where your thick cock rests deep inside of Hwang Yeji's warm, wet cunt. Finally. And holy fucking hell—it's everything you could've ever asked for.
"I knew you'd feel so fucking good," you murmur, trailing your hands up Yeji's slender figure, feeling her back tense slightly when she lets out a small moan of agreement. Your fingers tangle into her long hair, wrap it around your fist, give a harsh tug to pull her head backwards, earning a sharp intake of air—and then you start rutting your hips into hers. Long, forceful strokes fill the air with repeated claps of skin slapping against skin.
The choked moans which tumble from Yeji's lips are music to your ears, encouraging you to keep her pinned down against your desk with a strong hand on the small of her back. Your fingertips press into her flawless skin hard enough to bruise, yet neither of you cares—not when there are far more important matters to attend to. Namely, pounding Yeji's brains out and filling her tight little pussy with ropes of hot cum.
So, you pick up your pace, quickening the tempo and making sure each thrust of your hips goes harder than the previous. Her mouth hangs open in a silent scream with each movement of your body against hers. Every slap of your hips against her ass elicits a reaction.
You're already addicted to her. Everything about Yeji makes you want to hold nothing back, and as you pull yourself out only to slam back inside her depths, you can't help but notice the absolute debauchery dripping from her words when she begs: "Harder. Fuck me harder."
And who are you to refuse her request? She looks incredible anyway, but seeing her eyes screw shut in bliss while a strand of saliva escapes past her open mouth? Nothing would convince you to let up now.
The constant clatter of objects rattling and shifting across the surface of your desk adds a nice soundtrack to the experience. So do the increasingly frequent moans spilling freely from Yeji's lips, each one higher-pitched than the last. They spur you on. Give you the incentive to chase after her pleasure.
And then you feel the telltale clamping down of her walls around you. Your cock is held tightly in her warmth, refusing to relinquish its grasp on you until you've filled her with cum. Until you've pumped your load deep inside of her wanting cunt. You know it's coming and you adjust accordingly. Forcing yourself to maintain rhythm as you pound her pussy into submission.
You yank on her hair and tug her upwards, forcing her back to crash against your torso. You bring your other hand to her chest, sliding beneath the fabric of her bra to cup at her tit. Her hands desperately search for but fail to find, purchase on the desk. She's helplessly suspended between your grasp and your cock as she cums. Helpless to do anything except take it. Take what she's given.
An indecent series of shrieks and wails erupts from somewhere deep within her chest as Yeji's body seizes up and convulses violently against yours. It sets you off. You bury yourself hilt-deep inside of her and explode. Your vision goes blurry, your toes curl, your jaw clenches shut and your teeth grind painfully together.
It takes everything within you not to collapse forwards on top of the girl you're filling to the brim, instead relying solely on the strength of your grip to stay upright as your cock jerks erratically inside of her, pulsating again and again, releasing stream after stream of creamy spunk deep into her.
As soon as the world stops spinning and the fog starts clearing from your mind, you're met with the sight of Hwang Yeji trying desperately to regain any semblance of control over her own body as well. She's slumped atop your desk, panting heavily, her body twitching occasionally.
You lean down, peppering a gentle trail of kisses down the side of her neck, stopping briefly at the space just below her ear where you whisper, "You look stunning like this."
It takes Yeji several seconds before she manages a reply. She eventually opens her eyes halfway and gives you an exhausted smile. "Like what?"
"Sweaty. Thoroughly used. Filled to the fucking brim."
Your comment draws a faint giggle from her which ends abruptly the moment you drag yourself backwards, slipping your softening cock out of her cunt along with the rush of semen that spills from her and trickles onto your desk.
"Oh god," Yeji mutters as the mess slips from between her legs. She pushes herself up from her prone position and lifts herself off your table, leaving behind a lovely sticky patch where her crotch had rested. You stumble towards your chair and plop down on it, resting your back against the cool leather whilst admiring Yeji's flushed features.
"I still haven't gotten to ride your cock yet."
"I don't know if I—"
Yeji drops to her knees in front of you and grabs the base of your shaft without a second thought, squeezing it lightly and causing it to stiffen slightly. "Well I do," she declares.
She leans closer.
You catch sight of your reflection in her dark brown eyes just before Yeji extends her tongue, running it carefully over the sensitive skin of your cock before planting a wet kiss against the tip. Then she does it again. And again. The movements become a pattern until, suddenly, you're enveloped by the heat of Yeji's mouth.
"Ah," you gasp as she takes you. So sensitive to the touch of her tongue as it swirls around you. She hums approvingly at your reaction and slides deeper, taking your semi-erect cock further into her mouth as she continues to suck you off. Her head bobs slowly up and down, gradually coaxing you back to life until she slips you out from between her lips with a pop.
"That got you hard fast enough." Yeji grins. She stands up straight, and then your jaw falls open slightly at the sight of Yeji reaching behind her back to unclasp her bra. It falls to the ground in slow motion. Delicate pale skin stretches beautifully over perky breasts topped with cute pink nipples. God damn.
Yeji straddles your lap, trapping your body underneath hers. It doesn't take much to push you inside. To have her slide down the length of your shaft once again. She sits still for a few seconds, grinding her hips subtly against yours whilst biting on her lower lip. "Fuck, this feels good." She rotates her hips in little circles. "Feel that? I'm still full of your cum."
The pace is slower now. You're content to sit back, listen to the sounds of wet, sloppy sex filling the office air, and watch how her beautiful features contort with pleasure when your cock scrapes against a weak spot. There's something incredibly arousing about having such a famous idol sitting in your lap, fucking herself silly on your dick alone. She uses it like a toy to chase after her own pleasure.
One of her hands laces itself into your hair, tugging on it harshly. You retaliate with equal ferocity by sinking your fingers into Yeji's plump ass. It earns you a wonderful hiss of approval which comes accompanied by a tight squeeze around your shaft as her free hand moves down between your bodies and furiously rubs at her clit.
It's not long before you realise that she's close, and judging by her frantic behaviour, you figure she isn't looking to make it last longer.
Yeji whimpers cutely. Her head falls backwards, exposing her perfect neck. An expanse of unblemished, untouched skin that simply demands to be marked. Claimed. Taken.
And so you lean forwards, place your mouth on the soft skin and start sucking on it, nipping at the supple flesh. You feel her tighten around you instantly.
"Oh god!" She cries out. Yeji tries to bounce in your lap but fails miserably. She's no longer in control of her body. All she can do is quiver, cry out, and gasp in ecstasy as another orgasm surges through her. It's nowhere near as powerful as the previous two. Instead, it's drawn out. Lasting longer and keeping her moaning throughout.
When it's over and done with, you release your hold on her neck. In return, her exhausted head comes to rest against your shoulder. Her hot pants hit your cheek as she lay there limply against your frame.
"Too much?" you tease and Yeji scoffs. You give her a gentle spank and ask, "That's all you've got?"
"Just catching my breath."
She puts action to word immediately and picks herself back up. There's a determination etched all over her face as she brings both arms to rest on your shoulders, locking you in place and supporting herself on top of you. The expression she wears leaves little room for misinterpretation; this one is yours.
Yeji begins riding you again. Slowly at first, letting herself grow accustomed to the sensation of being filled again. Then faster. Harder. Using your cock to fuck herself on. Taking charge once more. You happily allow her to have it. Glad to let the beautiful starlet do whatever the fuck she wants with your body. Relishing the fact that you're balls-deep inside of her and she loves every inch of you.
"I need it," Yeji whines, slamming herself down on top of you again and again, her soft ass smacking against your thighs repeatedly. Her hair billows wildly around her, sticking to her sweaty skin, flying every which way without rhyme or reason, driven mad by her insatiable desire to keep on going. She keeps saying things under her breath, nonsensical at best, unintelligible at worst.
But her efforts get results. As much as you want to prolong the moment forever, your body can only handle so much. Pleasure courses through your veins like electricity, setting alight every nerve ending within your body until finally, you feel that familiar heat rise from somewhere deep within.
Yeji must sense it because she suddenly kicks it up yet another notch, crying out incoherently as she drops down on your shaft once more, twice more—a third time sends you toppling over the edge. You grip her hips tight, digging your fingertips deep into her flesh as your cock pulses powerfully inside of her cunt, painting her walls white.
She drags it out. Uses gravity to force you as deep inside as possible, allowing every single drop to spill inside of her again. Your eyes roll into the back of your skull as you grunt loudly. Any coherent thought becomes impossible as you cum.
Once more, it takes several moments before you come back down from the clouds. When reality sets in again, Yeji is still straddled atop your lap, watching you with an amused grin stretching from ear to ear. You're left with nothing else to do except admire how her flushed cheeks accentuate her gorgeous features even further.
"I know. I know," she says while stroking your cheek. "I'm amazing."
"You're trouble," you correct breathlessly.
She rolls her eyes at your choice of words and then glances downwards. You follow her gaze just in time to see her raise herself off your spent member, allowing several thick strands of cum to dribble from her cunt and onto your leg. You both share a brief laugh at how filthy it looks before Yeji clambers off you and steps away, leaving you completely bare whilst she reaches down to retrieve her panties.
"No," you blurt out immediately. Your interjection catches her attention and she halts mid-motion, quirking an eyebrow curiously.
"No?"
"You can leave them."
She gives you a knowing look but acquiesces anyway, stepping aside and grabbing her dress instead. "Disgusting," she winks with a coy smirk.
