Tags : Pet play, Blowjob, Deepthroat, Face-fucking, Vaginal sex, Anal sex, Creampie, Sex against window, Recording, Praise kink, Dirty talk, Orgasm control, Cum play
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The summons came through her private phone at 9:47 PM β a single message from a number saved under a name no one else would recognize.
My office. Now.
Sohyun's pulse kicked against her ribs in that familiar way, half nerves and half thirst. She was already dressed for it β she'd known, somehow, when she chose the white camisole this morning instead of the thicker blouse. Tight enough to show the shape of her breasts through the fabric, the outline of her nipples visible if the light hit right. The low-waist brown pants sat below her navel, a strip of bare skin showing above the waistband. She'd painted her nails two nights ago, pink-lavender, running a brush along each with care, imagining his hands holding hers to examine them.
She slipped the black cardigan over her shoulders β open, never buttoned β and grabbed her bag. Told her roommate she forgot something in the practice room. The lie came easy now.
The company building was mostly dark on the upper floors. Security knew her face, waved her through. The elevator hummed ascending, and she watched her reflection in the polished brass doors β the flush already rising across her collarbone, the soft wet heat beginning between her thighs.
She knocked on his door. Three light taps.
Come in, pet.
He never said it aloud. It was always in the message that appeared on her phone after she knocked. She pushed the door open.
The office took up the whole corner of the fifteenth floor. City lights bled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Seoul spread out below like circuitry. His desk sat at the far end, mahogany, spotless except for a single lamp casting amber light across the surface. Bookshelves lined one wall. A dark gray couch against another.
He sat behind the desk, watching her enter. Dark suit jacket draped over the chair behind him, sleeves of his white shirt rolled to his forearms. The silver glint at his temples caught the lamplight. His eyes moved over her slowly, deliberately, the way a man checks something he owns for damage.
"Lock it," he said.
She turned the deadbolt. The click echoed.
"Come here."
She walked toward the desk, and he watched every step β the sway of her hips, the way her bare stomach tensed with each stride. When she reached the edge of the desk, he held up one hand.
"Stop."
She stopped.
"Look at me."
She raised her eyes. His gaze pinned her where she stood, and she felt it everywhere β between her legs, in the tightening of her nipples against the camisole, in the way her breath shortened without her permission.
"You've been good today?"
"Yes," she breathed.
"Tell me."
"I was good today. I did everything you asked. I thought about you during the video shoot. I thought about coming here."
"Thought about what would happen when you did?"
She nodded, her cheeks burning.
"Use your words."
"Yes. I thought about what you'd do to me."
Something shifted in his face β not softening, but deepening. He reached into the top drawer of his desk and pulled out a strip of black leather. Thin, maybe half an inch wide. A small silver O-ring at the end.
"Come around."
She walked around the desk, her legs unsteady. He turned in his chair to face her, and she stood between his knees, close enough to smell his cologne β sandalwood and something metallic, like clean coins.
He reached up and brushed her hair back from her face, tucking it behind her ear. His thumb ran across her cheekbone, feather-light. She leaned into his touch.
"You're so beautiful," he said quietly, and the shift in his voice β from command to something softer β made her chest ache. "Every time I see you, it surprises me. That you're real. That you're here."
"I'm here," she whispered. "I'm always here."
His hand slid to the back of her neck, fingers threading into her hair at the nape. He tilted her head back gently, studying her face like a painting.
"I know, baby. I know." He pressed a kiss to her forehead, soft, lingering. "You're my good girl. My perfect little pet."
She felt the words in her stomach, warm and liquid.
"Will you wear this for me?"
He held up the leash. The silver buckle caught the lamplight.
"Yes," she said. "Please."
His hands were gentle as he fastened the collar around her neck β a second, thinner strap of black leather fitted to her throat, the O-ring resting just below her Adam's apple. He buckled it at the back, his fingers brushing her nape. Then he clipped the leash to the ring, and the weight of it tugged forward slightly.
"There."
He sat back, holding the leather coiled loosely in his fist. She watched his chest rise and fall with a slow breath. His eyes were dark, reverent.
"Look at you."
She felt the collar against her skin, the leash a line of tension between them. Her pulse beat against the leather.
"On your knees, pet."
She sank slowly, her knees meeting the carpet. The leash went slack as she descended. She looked up at him from the floor, her hands resting on her thighs.
"Good girl." His thumb traced her lower lip, pressing slightly. She parted her mouth, and he slid his thumb inside. She sucked gently, watching his eyes darken. "That's it. You know what to do."
He pulled his thumb free, wet and glistening, and wiped it across her lower lip.
"Undo my pants."
Her fingers found his belt β familiar now, practiced. The leather tongue slid free, the button popped, the zipper descended. She pulled his pants open and his cock sprang up against his stomach, already hard. The sight of it sent a pulse through her cunt. Thick, veined, the head flushed dark, a bead of pre-cum pearled at the slit.
She licked her lips without thinking.
"You want it?"
"Yes. Please. I want to taste you."
"Then show me how hungry you are. Open."
She opened her mouth wide, tongue flat and waiting. He guided the head to her lips and she took him in, slow, savoring the first stretch of her lips around his girth. Her tongue pressed against the underside of his shaft, tracing the ridge of a vein. She heard his breath catch above her.
"Fuck. Yeah. Just like that."
She sank deeper, taking him inch by inch, her throat relaxing to accept him. Her nose reached his pelvis and she held there, her throat full, her eyes watering. She looked up at him β the leash still in his grip, the city lights behind him β and the sight made her cunt clench around nothing.
He let her set the rhythm at first, watching her bob her head along his length. Her hand wrapped around the base of his cock, stroking what her mouth couldn't reach. Saliva ran down her chin, slick and obscene. She sucked harder, hollowing her cheeks, and the sounds β wet, hungry, desperate β filled the office.
"That's my girl," he groaned, his hips beginning to rock. "Look at you. On your knees. Leashed. Taking my cock down your throat like you were made for it."
She moaned around him, the vibration making his grip tighten on the leash.
"You were made for it, weren't you? Made for me."
She pulled off just long enough to gasp, "Yes. Made for you. Only for you," before taking him back, deeper this time, pushing past her gag reflex and feeling her throat stretch around the head of his cock.
His hand moved to her hair, gathering the long black strands in his fist. "Deep breath, pet."
She inhaled through her nose, and he thrust upward, burying himself fully in her throat. She felt his pelvis against her face, his balls against her chin. The pressure was everything β the fullness, the submission, the way her throat pulsed around him. Tears spilled down her cheeks. She didn't wipe them.
He held her there for three heartbeats, four, five. Then he pulled back, letting her breathe, and the air hit her raw throat like a burn.
"Good. So good." He stroked her hair, his voice thick. "Again."
She took him again, and again, each time deeper, her throat loosening, her hunger growing. Saliva soaked the front of her camisole, the white fabric clinging to the swell of her breasts. Her hands moved to her own body β one gripping her thigh, the other pressing between her legs, rubbing herself through the brown pants.
He caught her wrist. "No. That's mine. You don't touch without permission."
She whined, pulling off his cock. "Please. I needβ"
"I know what you need. Turn around. Hands on the window."
She pushed to her feet, unsteady, her legs shaking. The leash stayed clipped to her collar as she crossed to the floor-to-ceiling window. Seoul spread below her, thousands of lights, thousands of people with no idea what was happening behind this glass. The thought made her dizzy.
She placed her palms flat against the cool glass. Her reflection stared back β flushed, wrecked, the collar dark against her throat.
Behind her, she heard his belt unbuckle fully, his pants drop. She didn't turn.
"Arch your back."
She pushed her hips out, bending at the waist, pressing her chest toward the glass. Her breasts flattened against the cool surface, her nipples tightening into hard peaks against the camisole. The brown pants were pulled tight across her ass.
He stepped behind her and ran one hand down her spine, over the curve of her ass, gripping the flesh hard. His other hand yanked her pants and underwear down to her mid-thighs, exposing her. The air hit her wet cunt and she shivered.
"Look at you. So wet for me. So ready."
She felt his cock slide between her thighs, not entering, just dragging through her slickness, coating himself. She pushed back against him, trying to take him in, but he held her hips still.
"Ask me."
"Please," she gasped. "Please fuck me. I need you inside me."
"Inside where?"
"My pussy. Please put your cock in my pussy. I need it so bad."
"Good girl."
He lined up and pushed in, one slow, relentless inch at a time. Her cunt stretched around him, gripping, pulling him deeper. She cried out, her forehead pressing against the window. The city spread below, indifferent.
"Fuck, you're tight," he growled, his hands gripping her hips. "Every time. Like you've never been touched."
He bottomed out, his pelvis against her ass, and stayed there. She felt him pulsing inside her, felt the fullness reaching deep into her belly.
"Look at yourself."
She raised her eyes to her reflection β the girl in the window, collared, pants around her thighs, breasts flattened against the glass, a man buried inside her. Her own face, slack with pleasure, eyes half-lidded.
"See what you are," he said, beginning to move. Slow, deep strokes that dragged against every sensitive inch of her walls. "You're my pet. My perfect little whore. You belong to me."
"Yes," she sobbed. "Yes, I'm yours."
He fucked her slow at first, each thrust deliberate, watching himself disappear into her body. Her breasts pressed and dragged against the cold glass, the friction through the camisole making her nipples ache. Her hands slid on the window as she braced against each impact.
Then his pace quickened, his grip tightening on her hips hard enough to bruise. The sounds β his skin slapping against hers, her moans, the wet noise of his cock pumping into her β filled the office.
"Harder," she begged. "Please, harder."
He gave it to her. His thrusts turned punishing, deep and fast, driving her into the glass. Her breath fogged the window in front of her face. Her tits bounced with each impact, pressed flat then released, the camisole soaked with sweat and saliva.
"Whose pussy is this?"
"Yours. All yours."
"Say my name."
"CEO," she gasped. "Sirβ"
"No. My name."
She knew it. He'd given it to her in the dark of his bed one night, whispered against her hair. She'd never said it to anyone else.
"Jaeho," she breathed.
His rhythm stuttered. He leaned over her, his chest against her back, his mouth at her ear.
"Again."
"Jaeho. Please. Please don't stop."
He didn't. He drove into her, faster, harder, the head of his cock hitting that deep spot inside her that made her vision blur. Her orgasm coiled tight in her gut, building with each stroke.
"I'm close," she whimpered. "I'm gonnaβ"
"Not yet. Not until I tell you."
She tried to hold it back, her muscles clenching around him, her whole body trembling. He reached around and pressed his fingers against her clit through the fabric of her panties, still bunched at her thighs.
"You want to come?"
"Yes. Yes, please."
"Then come for me. Come on my cock like a good pet."
He pressed hard on her clit and thrust deep, and she shattered. Her orgasm ripped through her, her cunt clenching and pulsing around him, her scream muffled against the glass. Her legs gave out but he held her up, still fucking her through it, drawing every wave out of her body.
When she came back to herself, she was slumped against the window, barely standing. Her reflection stared back, wrecked and beautiful.
He pulled out slowly, and she felt the absence like a loss.
"Don't move."
She stayed where she was, face against the glass, ass still exposed. She heard the drawer open β the soft click she recognized. The camera.
"Jaehoβ"
"Shh. I know. You're so beautiful like this. I want to keep it."
She didn't argue. She never did. She heard the tiny red light come on.
"Show me your ass."
She pushed her hips back, presenting herself. The air was cool on her wet, swollen cunt.
"Spread yourself."
Her hand reached back, fingers finding her own skin, pulling her ass cheek aside. She heard him exhale, slow and reverent.
"Perfect." A soft click. "Now touch yourself. Show me how wet you are."
Her fingers slid through her slickness, gathering it, spreading it. She felt her own heat, the sheen of her arousal.
"Put your fingers in your mouth."
She obeyed, tasting herself on her tongue. Salty and sweet.
"Get on the couch. On your hands and knees."
She crawled across the carpet, the leash trailing behind her. The leather was damp and warm against her neck. She climbed onto the gray couch, positioning herself on her knees, her ass in the air.
He moved behind her, the camera still recording. She heard him spit, heard the wet sound of him working it into her.
"Open for me, pet."
She felt his thumb press against her asshole, circling, pressing gently until the ring of muscle gave way. She gasped, her fingers gripping the couch cushions.
"You want it here?"
"Yes. Please. I want you in my ass."
"Beg."
"Please, Jaeho. Please fuck my ass. I want to feel you there. I want to be so full of you. Please."
He pulled his thumb out and replaced it with the head of his cock, pressing slowly. She felt the stretch β different from her cunt, tighter, more intense. Her breath came in sharp gasps as he pushed past the first resistance.
"Breathe," he said, his voice strained. "Let me in."
She forced herself to relax, to open, and he slid deeper. The sensation was overwhelming β fullness and pressure and a pleasure so sharp it bordered on pain. Her mouth fell open, but no sound came out.
"That's it. Taking me so well. All the way, baby."
He seated himself fully inside her, his pelvis flush against her ass. She felt impossibly full, stretched, claimed.
"Look at the camera."
She turned her head, finding the lens. Her eyes were glassy, her makeup smeared, her lips swollen and wet.
"Tell me who you belong to."
"You," she whispered. "I belong to you."
He began to move, slow thrusts that made her whole body rock. The camera captured everything β the way her ass rippled with each impact, the leash swinging against her throat, the wet sound of him sliding in and out of her.
He fucked her ass with increasing urgency, his breathing ragged, his composure cracking. She pushed back into each thrust, taking him as deep as he could go, wanting all of him.
"I'm going to come," he warned. "Where do you want it?"
"Inside. Please. Fill me up."
"You want my cum in your ass?"
"Yes. Please. I want to feel it. I want to be full of you."
He drove into her one last time, buried to the hilt, and she felt his cock pulse inside her as he came. Hot, thick, endless. She felt each spurt, felt her body accepting it, claiming it. She moaned at the sensation β being filled, being marked from the inside.
When he finished, he stayed inside her for a long moment, both of them breathing hard. Then he pulled out slowly, and she felt the emptiness, felt the warmth of his cum beginning to leak out of her. It ran down her inner thigh, a slow trickle.
She collapsed sideways onto the couch, her body giving out completely. Her limbs felt like water. The leash lay coiled on the cushion beside her.
He set the camera down and knelt beside the couch. His hand found her hair, stroking gently, pushing the strands back from her face.
"You did so well, baby. So perfect."
She couldn't answer. Her body was still trembling, small aftershocks rolling through her muscles. She felt the cum seeping out of her, pooling on the cushion beneath her. The sensation was obscene and perfect.
He lifted her legs onto the couch and covered her with his suit jacket, the expensive fabric draping over her nakedness. He sat on the floor beside her, his back against the couch, his hand never leaving her hair.
"I love you," he said quietly. "You know that, right?"
She turned her head, her cheek against the cushion, looking at him through half-closed eyes. The city lights painted his face in gold and shadow.
"I love you too," she whispered. "Thank you."
"For what?"
"For wanting me. All of me. Even this part."
He leaned down and kissed her forehead, her temple, the corner of her mouth.
"This part is my favorite part. Because this part is only mine."
She smiled, small and dreamy, her body still humming with spent pleasure. The cum continued to leak out of her, warm against her skin. The camera's red light glowed silently from the desk, capturing her in the aftermath β limp, full, utterly owned.
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Tags/TW: A bit all over the place..., Silly Nonsense, Idk What's Wrong With Me..., Dialogue Heavy, Slow Burn?, Playing Games, Teasing, Tipsy, Making Out, Stripping, 4some, GxG, Face Sitting, 69, Fingering, Squirting, Pissing, Drinking Bodily Fluids, Fisting, Mating Press, Blowjobs, Pussy & Ass Eating, Anal Sex, Anal Gaping, Small Anal Prolapsing, Shower Sex, Foot Job, Fluffy Sex, Creampie, Breeding?
Authors note: This was supposed to be a birthday release for them, but as you can see, it's not February anymoreπ Anyway... by far my longest work, so have fun reading this nonsense lol
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It's that time of the year again, February, your 3 best friends' birthday month. Yooyeon, Yubin & Jiyeon have been your closest friends for years, been through thick and thin. In preparation for this yearly celebration, you stocked up on a couple bottles of Soju, their favorite snacks and some board games. Tomorrow was the day of the get-together, the girls were all giddy for it, more than usual. "Are they up to something?" You wonder to yourself. In the middle of your thoughts, your phone vibrates, new message in the group chat:
>Ice Princess: "Oppa, got everything prepped for our special day?"
>You: "Of course! Even got you guys' favorite Japanese snacks."
>Ballerina: "OMOO YOU'RE THE BEST!"
>Yubami: "Look at this gentleman, taking such good care of us."
>You: "Always! You girls are my everything..."
>Ice Princess: "Oh stop that, you're gonna make me feel something..."
>Yubami: "sobbing... stop"
>Ballerina: "oppaaaaaa :("
>You: "ALRIIIIIGHT, see y'all tomorrowβ€οΈ
The next day came quickly, now only a couple hours till they come over. Putting on some "fancy" clothes, a simple white button-up shirt and some black jeans. Then finally the door rings, *Ding Dong*, you look at the screen and see the three beautiful ladies. "Sorry, I'm not interested" you say through the intercom. Yooyeon rolls her eyes, "Shut up and let us in, idiot." Yubin laughs while Jiyeon is distracted with her phone. "Alright alright, come in." You press the door opener and let them in, waiting for them to get to your apartment's floor. A minute later you hear voices in the hallway, can't quite make out what they're saying, only hearing giggles right when they get to your door and a "shhh" before they stand in front of the door. You see them through the peephole, they're outfits barely hiding their features. "Damn... they're so hot." You think to yourself. "Open the damn door already, I know you're watching us through the peephole you perv." To that blasphemous assumption you open the door, "Perv? Really? It's not like I'm spying in while y'all are changing." Yooyeon scoffs, "I bet you would like that though, watching us three beautiful and hot girls change, huh?" You can only stare at her and swallow, because she's right. "I...I... ah shut up", you stutter back at her while closing the door behind them. "Knew it, men are all the same, but I can't blame you, just look at us, heh." The other two just smile and nod, "Oppa is so lucky, having us three as his best friends." Yubin adds, "I bet he'd like to be more than just that." Jiyeon whispers, trying to hide her smile. "Excuse me?" You raise your eyebrow, "Did I hear that right? You really think like that about me?" You ask them, "Oh come on, we're just teasing you, and we might already be a little tipsy, hehe." You roll your eyes, but can't hide a smile. "You guys are impossible..."
You all sat down in the living room, bottles of soju and bowls of snacks on the coffee table. "Wow, look at these snac~ OH MY GOD, IS THAT MY FAVORITE MOCHI FLAVOR?" Jiyeon yelled all happily. "Uhhhhh Lemon Soju? My favorite!" Yubin smiled at you, then threw you a kiss. You blush a little and swallow, what's with this weird behavior from them? "Y..yea..yeah, got it just for you." You reply to her, she winks back at you. "Alright, should we start the games?" Yooyeon takes charge with a mischievous smile on her face, she's definitely up to something. You nod, taking out the deck of UNO before Yooyeon stops you, "Nuh uh, none of that, we're playing something different!" You look at her confused, "Yea, how about some Truth or Dare? Hehe..." Jiyeon suggests, you swallow, this is gonna end bad. "Uhhhhh yessss, that will be fun!" Yubin jumps and claps her hands. "Alriiiiight, whatever the princesses want." Yooyeon makes room on the table, placing an empty soju bottle you all collectively drank in the middle. Each of you sat on one end of the table, Yooyeon to your right, Yubin in front and Jiyeon to the left of you. "I'll start..." Yooyeon spins the bottle, of course it stops pointing at you, "...hah! So, Truth or Dare?" You swallow again, mouth dry. "t...tru..truth." You stutter again, for some reason your nerves are at an all time high right now. "You're cute when you're nervous... anyway, Truth! Did you ever peep on one of us?" Your eyes get wide, "I...I did...once." You admit, trying to hide your face in shame. "Oppa..." Jiyeon sighs. "Knew it, so I wasn't so wrong calling you a perv earlier, huh?" Yooyeon smiles, not sure if she's happy or mad. You take another shot, trying to drown the shame. When you looked in front of you, you saw Yubin stare at you with a blank expression, then looked down again. Her hand reached over the table, laying on yours, "It's okay, we're not mad, in fact this makes things easier." You raise an eyebrow, "Easier? What does that mean..." You ask yourself while she smiles at you.
"Your turn to spin, perv." Yooyeon hands you the bottle with a devious smile. You spin the bottle, watching it go round until it stops on Jiyeon. You both lock eyes, you swallow again, "tru...truth or dare?" Jiyeon thinks for a second, "Mhmm... Dare me!" She says with an enthusiastic smile. "I dare you to....mhmm...kiss Yubin!" Her gaze snaps to Yubin, both smile at each other. "Oh what an easy dare, we do this all the time!" She leans towards Yubin, "Come here, baby." Yubin teases, her words make something in you stir. Then, you see their lips crash onto each other, hands cupping jaws. What was supposed to be a simple kiss, turned into a make-out session. Yubin laughs, slightly parting away just for you to see their tongues dancing with one another. "Oh my..." Yooyeon chimes in from the side, watching them closely. You can't look away, their make-out activated something in between your legs. "a..alr...alright ladies, enough!" You chime in. Jiyeon breaks off first, giggling with Yubin while wiping some saliva off her lower lip, "ooops, got carried away, hehe." She sat back at her place, "That was hot..." Yooyeon sighs, rubbing her thighs together. "Yea..." You murmur, pants incredibly tight now. "Close your mouth, you're basically drooling." Yubin laughs. You snap back to reality and shake your head, "sorry... that was a lot to witness." They chuckle, "Oh don't you worry, that was just the beginning." Jiyeon winks at you, then spins the bottle. It spins and stops pointing to Yooyeon, her smile instantly gets devious. "Unnieeee, Truth or Dare?" Yooyeon thinks shortly, "Dare me, but make it spicy!" They smile at each other, "Ok ok, I dare you tooooo... flash your tits!" Your eyes shoot open, this is escalating quickly and you should stop this, but you don't. "That's it?" Yooyeon says almost sounding disappointed, "Alright, I'll gladly will." Her gaze shifted to you, her hands already on the hem on her cropped shirt. One smirk later and her shirt was pulled over her head, freeing her tits, of course she wasn't wearing a bra.
You can't stop staring, her tits aren't massive, but still nice and perky. "Like what you see, huh?" She teases you, pressing her boobs together and wiggles them at you. "What is happening... what's with the sudden lack of boundaries?" You think, confused, but also turned on. "Well, I'll leave this off, I'm sure that wasn't the last piece of clothing I'll remove tonight." Yooyeon says while spinning the bottle again, this time it stops at Yubin, making Yooyeon smirk and switching gazes from you to her. "Truth or Dare, My dear?" Yubin answers quickly, "Truuuth!" She slurs, the alcohol clearly getting to her. Yooyeon thinks for a moment, "mhmm... did you ever masturbate while thinking of any of us?" Yubin smirks, "Yes, yes I have, hehe." She answers, looking at you. Yooyeon catching the glances, "I see... Well, maybe those thoughts will come reality today." Yooyeon looks at her, clearly up to something. Yubin spun the bottle, keeping eye contact with you. The bottle stopped pointing towards you again, of fucking course it did... "Oh boy, this is gonna be interesting!" Jiyeon says all excited. "Heh... Truth or Dare, oppa?" She asks, your throat was dry and no straight thoughts. Something in you said to do truth again, but before you knew it, you said; "Dare!" Yooyeon and Jiyeon gasp, then smile and look at Yubin. "Mhmm... I dare you toooo... kiss me! The same way Jiyeon unnie did." You choke at nothing, frozen in place. "Well, what are you waiting for?" Yooyeon pushes from the side, "what have I gotten myself into..." you murmur while standing up. Jiyeon gasps when seeing the bulge in your pants, "uhhhh what do I see there, someone's excited." You try to hide your erection, without success. Yooyeon laughs while Yubin bites her lip, eagerly waiting for you.
Finally you reach her, kneeling down beside her. Her lips already puckered, pointing at them with her fingers. You take a deep breath and close your eyes, leaning forward. Then suddenly Jiyeon pushes you from behind, making you fall onto Yubin when your lips meet. "ooops, my bad." She giggles while Yubin falls on her back. You catch your fall with your hands besides her face, looking into her eyes. They're beautiful, slightly glossy and filled with lust. You stare into her soul a little longer before leaning down again, initiating a proper kiss. "Finally..." she murmurs right before your lips meet, her arms locking around your neck, pulling you deeper into the kiss. At first it was awkward, just lips on lips, then something overcame you. One hand reaching for her waist, tongue sliding into her mouth, dancing with hers. "Oh wow, he's really going for it." Jiyeon says surprised, but definitely enjoying the show. You make out with her for a couple more minutes, letting out years of pent up tension. When breaking off, you stare into her eyes once more, smiling. "Yubin...I..." you whisper, but before you can finish, Yooyeon pulls you up, "Alright Casanova, you can propose later, your turn to spin." You move back to your spot, catching your thoughts. Yubin sits back up, adjusting her hair, smiling from ear to ear. You spin the bottle, watching it spin, still thinking about Yubinβs lips. The bottle stops at Jiyeon, her eyes wander to you. "Well, Truth or Dare?" Jiyeon smiles, "Dare!" she says almost immediately. "Well, since you're a ballerina, I want you to stand on one leg while the other is locked behind your head, BUT you have to be bare down there!" Her eyes get wide, "So specific, lucky for you, I'm horny as hell!" She stood up, everyone watching her.
"This guy... all he wants is to see us naked, tsk tsk tsk..." Yooyeon shakes her head while smiling, her nipples visibly hard. Meanwhile Jiyeon turned around, lifting her skirt and hooking her fingers in the hem of her panties. She looked over her shoulders, "Take a good look, enjoy the show!" Then slowly she bends forward, pulling her panties down her toned legs. Everyone is watching her closely, the way the lacy fabric goes down was mesmerizing. The lower she bent, the more of her ass peeked out. Firm round cheeks, but your attention quickly goes to her pussy right below, pink, puffy and visibly wet. "Fuck..." you mumble, pants incredibly tight. "Unnie... wow." Yubin admires, her own hand wandering between her legs. They pooled at her ankles when she walked out of her panties, picking them up and throwing them at you with a smirk and a wink. Then Jiyeon began lifting her leg, slow and gracefully. Her skirt riding up the higher her leg went, exposing her bottom fully. When her leg was finally behind her head, she spun on her heel to face everyone. "Look at that... so delicious." Yooyeon compliments, her hand also buried between her legs while the other was busy pinching and pulling her nipple. Jiyeon smiles, her lips slightly parted from stretching. You're speechless, hand instinctively going down, grabbing hold of your erection through the fabric of your jeans, while holding her wet panties in the other. She looked at you, "You reallyyyy like that, don't you? Then watch this!" Her free hand went down towards her entrance, fingers sliding between her puffy lips. A slight moan escapes her, "Mhmmm, fuck yes..." as she parts her lips further, exposing her pink insides. You choke on your own saliva, even more so when she inserted those two fingers into herself. "Oh my god..." Yubin gasps, her hand made its way underneath her own panties, rubbing her clit. "Yes... fuck, that's so hot!" Yooyeon adds, her hand long buried in her panties.
Jiyeonβs fingers pump in and out of her pussy, her juices running down her inner thigh. "Oh fuck... alright, enough for now, don't wanna finish this early, hehe." She says, pulling out her fingers from her drenched cunt, cleaning them off by sucking them clean. Her leg went back down and she sat at her spot, not bothering putting her panties back on. The bottle was spinning again, it stopped at Yubin again, they shared a devious smile with each other, "Ok Yubam, Truth or Dare?" Her answer came quick, "Dare! No more boring truths." Jiyeon smiled and looked at you, keeping eye contact, "I dare you to.... suck his cock!" Your eyes shot open, choking on air. "E...Excuse me?" You say shocked, meanwhile Yubin is already crawling over to you with a bright smile. "You heard me, don't act like you don't want it." Jiyeon responds to you, "Let the fun begin!" Yooyeon cheers, her hand still rubbing her clit. Yubin now sat beside you, tying her hair into a ponytail. Damn did she look hot doing that... "Just sit still, I'll do the work." Yubin whispers into your ear, her hands already working on your belt. Yooyeon and Jiyeon watch eagerly, playing with themselves. You swallow hard as she undoes your belt, your cock feeling less pressure. You sit up slightly for her, so she can slide your jeans down. Now only the straining fabric of your boxers between her and you. Yubin's hand reaches out, hooking her fingers into the waistband and pulling them down, just enough for your cock to spring free. They gasp, "Oh my god, you're so big, how dare you hide this from us for so long." You can't say anything, the situation completely overwhelms you. "Absolutely criminal... we could've had so much with that." Yooyeon stares at your length. "Well, I guess we'll have to make up for all the times we could've had fun with him." Jiyeon replies.
Meanwhile your eyes are locked with Yubinβs, her hand reaching for the standing length. Her touch soft and delicate, wrapping around your girth at the base, pumping slowly. You groan and buck your hips, "Yubin..." you whisper. "It's okay, relax, you trust me, right?" You nod, then she leans in for a deep and passionate kiss, her hand continuing to stroke you slowly. Yooyeon and Jiyeon look at each other, smiling contently. A minute goes by until she breaks the kiss, smiling, then lowering her head towards your cock. "Finally, the real deal." Yooyeon rubs her clit faster. Yubin now mere inches away from your length, "What are you waiting for? Suck him already." Jiyeon getting impatient. "Shut up, you're just jealous." And with that, she gave your pre-cum leaking tip a kiss, coating her lips in the sticky substance. You groan by the soft touch of her lips, then moan when her lips wrapped around the head. "Fuck... Yubam." You mumble, one hand reaching for her head, not pushing, just holding. Her tongue swirled around the tip, through the slit and then went flat. Then she took more of you into her warm and wet mouth, hollowing her cheeks as she sucked. Slowly her head went lower and lower, until she reached the base. "Holy shit, she swallowed him completely, didn't know you had that in you Yubami." Yooyeon proudly says. Yubin's head began to move faster, saliva pooling at the base. Wet sucking and slurping noises filled the room, "I can't believe what I'm seeing... she's way too good at that." Jiyeon was clearly shocked by Yubinβs skills. Meanwhile you're on cloud nine, eyes closed, head falling back and moaning. Yubin sucked you vigorously, your climax was approaching slowly. "Yubam... I...I'm close." You groan. She smiled and moaned on your cock, adding more stimulation. She brought you closer and closer to the end, but before you could finish, she broke off with a wet pop. Strings of saliva and pre-cum hanging between her glistening lips and your throbbing tip. "Not yet baby, we have more in store for you." She smirks and whispers into your ear, then wipes her chin with the back of her hand. As she went back to her place, she took off her shirt and pants, only leaving her bra and soaked panties on.
Yubinβs turn to spin the bottle again, her lips still glistening with spit and pre-cum. The bottle stops pointing towards Yooyeon, "Unnieeee, Truth or Dare?" She asks. "Dare, of course." smirking deviously, "Okayyy, I dare you tooooo... eat out Jiyeon unnie!" Yooyeonβs gaze snaps to Jiyeon, locking eyes with her. "Your meal is fresh and ready!" She leans back, spreading her legs wide. Yooyeon licks her lips, then makes her way over. You noticed the lack of panties when she stood up, they were long discarded, hanging over the arm rest. Yooyeon got on all fours in front of Jiyeonβs waiting pussy, her own ass pointing towards you. Those plump cheeks are a nice scenery to take in, but then you spot something peeking out between her cheeks. "What the... is that? Nah, no way..." Meanwhile Yooyeonβs mouth was about to devour Jiyeon, "You better make me cum, no edging!" Yooyeon smiles, "Sure thing, but I can't promise I'll stop at one." Jiyeon gasps, then smiles as Yooyeon closes the gap. "I'm gonna enjoy this show! Oppa, did you see Yooyeon unnie's pretty accessory? Hehe." Her question makes you gaze at her, "I...I did...is that...a...plug?" Yubin nods, "It is! Actually we all have... some sort of accessory, right Jiyeon unnie?" Her confession makes you choke on your spit. "That's right... fuck... we all have something up our butts, you'll see what I have later." Her words make your dick twitch, the sloppy noises from Yooyeonβs oral ministration and Jiyeonβs moans didn't help either. "Mhmm... fuck, you taste so good Jiyeon!" Yooyeon smacks her lips, then wiggles her butt, "Hey perv, you like staring at my plugged ass and wet pussy, don't you? Bet you'd love to taste me!" She smirked, then went back to eating out Jiyeon. You didn't reply, she knew she was right, you were already stroking yourself while thinking about how she'd taste. "Fuck... these gotta go... Oppa, catch!" Yubin called, throwing her soaked panties. You catch the wet fabric, holding them up and inspecting them. The wet spots are unmistakable, you can't resist taking a deep sniff. "Unnie was right, you are a perv, my perv." You smile back, high on her scent.
Yooyeon was working her mouth, tongue exploring the depth of Jiyeonβs cavern. "Fuuuuck..." she moaned as Yooyeon plunged two fingers inside her. Jiyeonβs pussy was dripping sweet juices, coating Yooyeonβs lips, chin and now also her fingers. She pumped them in and out, curling them upwards to hit that spot, while sucking and flicking Jiyeonβs clit. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuck... don't stop, I'm so close!" Yooyeon smiled, doubling her efforts and fasten her movements. "Cum for me, cum inside my mouth!" She mumbled, her own hand reaching back and touching herself. "YES! YES! YES! I'M CUMMING, FUUUUUCK!" Jiyeon screamed, her voice breaking. Her pussy clamping down on Yooyeonβs fingers, legs shaking, flooding her mouth with sweet juices. Yooyeon finger fucked her through it, swallowing her nectar greedily. "Holy shit..." Yubin gasps, stopping her own hand to watch closer. Yooyeon makes no sign of slowing down, pumping her fingers and sucking up all the fluids. "Fuuuuuck unnie.... swallow... all my... cum... don't you... dare... to stop!" She struggles to get out between moans, her whole body shaking. While watching, you instinctively started stroking yourself, slow and steady. Yooyeon was devouring her like it's her last meal, keeping her on a steady high. Soon after the first, a second orgasm hit Jiyeon like a train. "AHHHHHHH FUUUUUUUUCK! I'M CUMMING AGAIN!" She screams, her voice hoarse. Yooyeon can't help but smile, then swallows the second flood of clear juices. Once Jiyeon slumped back, breathing heavy and still shaking, Yooyeon broke off, lips wet and glistening with Jiyeonβs sweet cum all over them. "Mhmm... I forgot how much you cum, so yummy." Yooyeon licked her lips, then kissed Jiyeon, letting her taste herself. She moaned into the kiss, Yooyeonβs fingers still inside her, moving slowly, thumb drawing circles on her swollen clit. "Fuck unnie... you really... know how to... make us feel... good." Jiyeon whispers between kisses, smiling.
Then Yubin chimes in, "Are we done playing games? I'm way to horny after that..." Yooyeon breaks off from Jiyeonβs lips, fingers slowly pulling out of her sensitive cunt, a sticky strings of her cum still connecting them. Yooyeon turned around, sitting on her heels, "One last game..." before finishing her sentence, she brought her slik covered finger to her mouth, sucking them clean, then releasing them with a wet pop, "...for him!" Her gaze at you piercing, filled with unadulterated lust. You point at herself, "F...For...me?" you ask, she nods, smiling mischievously. "Yes, perv, it's simple. Just answer me, who'd you rather Marry, Fuck and Kill out of us three?" You choke on nothing, all three looking at you now, their gazes like knives. "I... I.... uhhhh..." you stutter, Yooyeon clicks her tongue, "Oh come on...can't be that difficult. Like, it's clear you gonna marry Yubam, you two had a mutual crush on each other for years... but, who is getting fucked, and who's getting killed?" Your head is running a marathon, "I... I'd rather fuck all of you!" They laugh, "Honey, that's not how this game works, although, that's what gonna happen today anyway, hehe." Your dick twitches at the thought of fucking all three of them, but you really don't wanna upset one by *killing* them. Yubin looks at you, locking eyes with her, bringing a smile to your face. "Ok ok ok..." you stammer, "...I fuck... Jiyeon...." Yooyeonβs smile faded, "I see how it is..." her tone almost sad, "...you better hold true to your word, fuck me...US senseless!" Your eyes widen, nodding. "I'm first!" Yubin yells, before you could say anything, she was getting out of her seat and walking over, her pussy wet and puffy. "Alright, alright Yubami, after all you're his wife now." Jiyeon jokingly says, smiling and winking at you. Meanwhile Yubin straddled your lap, pressing your erection against your stomach. Her arms wrap around your neck, smiling before leaning in and catching your lips in a deep, sensual kiss. Your hands begin to wander over her back, then resting at her waist. Her hips start grinding against your length, pressing it harder against your stomach, smearing pre-cum where the tip hits. You groan into her mouth, "Yubin..." your desperate tone makes her smile.
Your wander lower, grabbing hold of her ass cheeks. Yubin giggles when feeling your touch, "Mhmm... yes baby, touch me more." She whispers into your ear. You kiss along her jaw, then nibble at her neck. She tilts her head, giving you more room to leave marks. Then lower, over her shoulder and collarbones, resting at the swell of her breasts. "Let me get rid of this for you." She reaches back, unclasping her bra, the only piece of clothing she had on. The fabric gets loose, she pushes the halters over her shoulders, freeing her juicy and firm tits. "Yubin... you're so... perfect and beautiful!" You whisper, then lean forward and take her right nipple into your mouth, sucking gently, circling your tongue. She moans and arches into you, grinding harder against your throbbing cock. You switch to her other nipple, biting the hard nub gently, stealing a small yelp from her. Meanwhile Yooyeon and Jiyeon have moved beside You and Yubin, watching closely. You break off from her perfect sized tits, staring into her lustful eyes, she smiles at you, then pushes you onto your back. "Lay down, baby..." your hands going back to her waist, holding her tightly. Her pussy lips parted around your shaft as she grinded, leaving her arousal all over it. "Stop teasing, fuck him already!" Yooyeon sighed from the side, then grabbed your right hand, moving it towards herself. You look over at her, she got that mischievous grin on her face again. "You know you can touch me too, right?" She whispers, then lays your hand on her right breast. It was warm and soft, nipple hard. You squeezed lightly, making her moan. Then pinching her nipple, slightly pulling and twisting. Her hand reaching back to yours, leading yours lower, over her toned stomach, letting you feel every ridge of her abs before going even lower. Your hand now right above her love tunnel, waiting for your next move. "Touch, I don't bite... unless you want me to." You smile at her, then slide one finger through her drenched folds, making her moan and bite her lip, "Yesssss, just like that." Your finger quickly coated in a sheen of her slick, ready to enter. Thumb circling over her clit, making her back arch.
While Yubin was still teasing you by grinding her folds over your length and Yooyeon taking control of your right hand, Jiyeon knelt behind your head, looking down. You meet her gaze, before you can say anything, she scoots forward and straddles over your face. Your eyes widen by the sight of her wet pussy and puckered butthole right above you. "I bet you're hungry, right? Feast on me!" Then her hips lower, your tongue darts out, ready to taste her. Her lips make contact with your waiting tongue, so wet and warm, tasting tangy and a bit salty. You free hand moved to her butt, taking a handful of the soft flesh. Then moving inwards, to her rear entrance. "Mhmm fuck yes! Play with my butthole." Her back arching, sticking out her ass more. While your tongue explores the wet cavern of her pussy, your finger circled over her puckered hole, lightly applying pressure. Her hips start rocking on your face, chasing her high. Yubin was watching how you ate up Jiyeon, smiling proudly. "Look at you, Jiyeon unnie on your face, Yooyeon unnie occupied with your hand, and me grinding on this dick, you're so lucky!" Her words make your erection twitch under her grinding, arching upwards, trying to finally penetrate. "Looks like he wants inside, Yubam. Give him what he wants!" Yubin nods, sliding up to the tip, then grabbing hold around your length, aligning it with her dripping cunt. You feel how she drags your pre-cum smeared tip through her wet folds, thrusting up to accelerate the process. "Tsk tsk tsk... he wants me so bad!" You moan into Jiyeonβs pussy when you feel your tip breach past Yubinβs swollen lips, her walls stretch and envelope your length inch by inch. Yubin's eyes roll back in her head, her mouth the shape of an 'O'. "He's so big... can't wait to have that inside me later." Jiyeon watches, her own pussy fluttering around your tongue.
Yubin finally bottoms out, your whole length inside her, nudging against her deepest spots. "Fuuuuuuck, so full and stretched!" She says out of breath, slowly rolling her hips. Meanwhile, your finger that's been busy with Yooyeonβs pussy, has invaded, scratching her inside walls. Her juices dripping down your hand, pooling on the floor. You add a second finger, then a third, curling them upwards, hitting that spongy spot inside. "Yesss, work those fingers, make me cum all over that hand!" Her eyes roll back, moans escaping her mouth as her climax builds. At the same time Jiyeonβs pussy was drooling all over your face, her juices pooling in the dip of your neck. Your left hands fingers still drawing circles over her butthole, then slowly breaching past the ring of muscle. "Fuuuck... finger my asshole, baby, I'm so close!" Your finger pumps in and out of her ass, while your tongue laps up her juices, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm. Yubin was now bouncing up and down, high enough for your cock to almost slip out. The living room became a symphony of lewd sound, constant moaning, loud slurping from your busy mouth, wet squelches from your fingers inside Yooyeonβs pussy and the wet claps from Yubinβs skin hitting yours. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..." Jiyeon cursed, her hips rocking faster, grinding against your face, chasing release. You added a second finger into her asshole, scissoring them. Suddenly feeling something hard press against them, then start moving whatever it was inside her, finally pushing her over the edge. "FUUUUUUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" Her body goes rigid for a second then starts shaking, her thighs clamping down on your head, her pussy gushing her sweet juices down your throat. You try to swallow, but it's too much, the excess running down the sides of your face. She slumps forward, off your face, drenched in her cum.
"Fuck... that was incredible!" She half laughs, out of breath. Reaching back to your wrist, fingers still inside her asshole. She pulls them out, her hole gapes open for a second, then closes again. She leads your hand towards Yubin, "Yubam, wanna taste my ass?" They both laugh, then Yubin opens her mouth, taking your digits in, sucking them clean and tasting Jiyeonβs rectum on your fingers. "Speaking of tasting your ass..." you say, before plunging into her winking hole right in front of you. Jiyeon gasps by the sudden attack, then moans when feeling your tongue breach inside her. "Fuck me... he's really hungry." Yooyeon jokes, while still having your fingers inside her. Jiyeon looks back over her shoulder, "Mhmm... yes, eat my ass!" Then turns back towards Yubin, still bouncing up and down, leaving a creamy ring of her discharge around the base of your cock. "Can't wait to clean that bad boy off..." Jiyeon licks her lips, staring at the creamy mess, then back at Yubin, kissing her deeply. Yooyeon had enough of just your fingers, she needs more. "Fuck... Put your fingers in a triangle please!" You glance over while eating Jiyeonβs ass, obliging to her demand, making a triangular form with your hand. Yooyeon smiles, "Good boy!" She praises, then angles your fingertips at her entrance, slowly lowering herself. You fingers enter her, knuckle by knuckle they disappear into her cunt, until only the base of your fingers is visible. "Mhmm... so much better..." she moans, then puts more weight into it. You're slowly getting sucked into her aching pussy, then with a wet suction noise, it slips in to the wrist. "FUCKKKKK!" She yelled, with a stream of clear fluid spraying out her stretched cunt. The feeling of her wet and warm insides was weird, in a good way, like a glove she enveloped your fist. Yubin glanced over too, "Holy... shit... unnie..." she murmured between moans, her own release coming closer by the second. Your attention shifted from Jiyeonβs delicious asshole, to Yooyeonβs pussy completely. Twisting your wrist inside her, making her knees buckle. Moving your fist back out, then pushing back in, her whole body shook, more squirts leaking out of her.
"Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!" She cursed, resting on her elbows, barely able to hold herself up. The puddle of squirt grew larger the more you fisted her cunt. While your attention shifted, Jiyeon whined about the loss of hers, "Don't forget about me!" She pushed her ass back into your face, reaching back and spreading her cheeks apart, asshole opening up slightly. Your head turned back to Jiyeonβs forbidden hole, staring right into the black abyss. You're overwhelmed, too many things to concentrate on, fist fucking Yooyeonβs pussy, eating out Jiyeonβs ass and meeting Yubinβs bounces with thrusts upwards. Luckily Yubin was extremely close to climax, "Fuck, baby... your dick is gonna make me cum soon!" But before her, Yooyeon screamed from the side, "OH FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! I'M CUMMING FUCK!" her whole body shook like she was getting electrocuted, pussy spasming around your fist, clear fluid spraying in an arch right towards you, covering your arm and even some of it landing on your face. The pressure eventually pushes your fist out of her, leaving her cunt gaping and dripping. Now completely laying on her back, chest heaving, legs still twitching. "Unnie, are you okay?" Jiyeon asks, Yooyeon lifts her arm and gives a shaky thumbs up. Jiyeon and Yubin laugh, then Yubin continues riding and Jiyeon moans, as your tongue plunges back into her asshole. Your dripping and slick covered fist moved back, Jiyeon stopped it by your wrist, "Let me clean that for you." Finger by finger she sucked them clean, tasting Yooyeonβs cum. Once she was done, both your hands moved to Jiyeonβs ass, spreading her open more, kneading the soft flesh. While savoring the taste of her asshole, Yubin was on the brink. "Baby... I'm... about to... cum... fuckkk..." your hips moved on their own, thrusting up harder, slamming into her as she fell. Your shaft coated in her cream, juices pooling wherever they could. You could feel her pussy getting tighter, her walls squeezing you, chasing release. Then with an ear piercing shriek, she came, "AHHHHHHHHHG FUCK!" Her pussy explodes in a creamy wet flood, covering your crotch and abdomen completely. Her legs gave in, sitting down, impaled by your length. She held onto Jiyeonβs shoulders for support, her breathing came in ragged.
Yubin sat on your shaft for a moment, recollecting herself, then slowly slid off. She fell back and sat on the floor between your legs, pussy leaking juices, forming a trail on the floor. Your cock covered in a creamy white sheen of her cum, swinging back and forth slightly. Jiyeon licks her lips, "Mhmm, look at that delicious cock, all creamy and wet." She leaned forward, tongue first, swirling at the tip. Her mouth wandered down along your length, her lips turning white from Yubinβs girlcum. While her tongue cleans your dick, your own tongue is buried deep in her asshole. "How do I taste, unnie?" Yubin watches, Jiyeon breaks off your cock, smacking her lips, "So delicious, baby!" Her eyes locked with Yubinβs, going back for seconds, taking your throbbing length in completely. You groan into the depths of her asshole, spreading her cheeks further apart. Her walls clench down on your tongue, wanting more, something bigger. She popped off your cock, strings of saliva hanging from her lips down to your tip. She looked back over her shoulder, smiling when seeing how eager you were to devour her, "Mhmm... Baby, I think my ass needs more!" On the side, Yooyeon recovered, watching, rubbing her swollen clit. Yubin noticed, smirking, crawling over. "Unnie, you're so messy down here, let me clean you up!" She leaned down, her ass up, pointing right towards you. Yooyeonβs still gaping and pulsing pussy looked extra delicious. Yubin's tongue darted out, taking a slow lick along her labia. Yooyeon jolted, still sensitive from the intense fisting. "AH FUCK! slow, please... sensitive..." Yubin stops, smiling, "Don't worry, I'll be careful." Her tongue made contact again, slow and delicate she licked. Yooyeon whimpered, her fingers intertwined in Yubinβs hair. Her mouth closed around the sensitive and engorged nub, flicking her tongue. Yooyeonβs back arch of the floor, whimpers turned into desperate moans. "Fuck.... Yubam, feels so good!" Yubinβs hand sneaked down under, remembering the shiny pink crystal plug peeking out underneath her gaping hole. She pulled on it, letting her ring of muscle stretch around the bulbous metal. Yooyeon moaned deeply, "Mhmmm... yessss!"
Jiyeon moved forward, sitting on your torso, her asshole slick with your spit and winking at you. "You remember we all dared each other to put something up our ass, right? Let me show you what I have stored." Her face changed, hands reaching back, spreading herself open. You gasp, her hole opening right in front of you. "Fuck..." you groan, dick twitching, chest increasingly getting wetter from her leaking cunt. Then, finally, you see something colorful appear, pushing aside her pink walls. "Mhmphhh, fuck..." she moaned, her pussy gushing her juices out like a faucet. Her anus stretched, turning almost white, then *PLOP*, the round object falls out. A blue toy ball, probably a dog toy. She laughs, her hole gaping open, inner walls moving along her breathing. "Got this for my dog originally, but I found a better use for it, hehe." You stare at her open hole, licking your lips, "Naughty girl, all of you..." Yooyeon raises her hand, shaking, flipping you off. Chuckling, you take the mucus covered ball in your hand, licking it, tasting the deepest depths of her rectum. Jiyeon turned around, her open hole right at your length. "Oh okay... but I'm the naughty one, huh?" You laugh, "Didn't say I wasn't!" Taking another lick over the ball. Jiyeon smirked, reaching back and wrapping her hand around you, lifting her hips. Your tip enters her gaping hole with ease, stretching it further. "Oh fuck... yesss baby, stretch me open!" You groan as your cock disappears into her asshole, "Fuck, Jiyeon..." the ball forgotten, only the warm walls of her guts on your mind. Your hands wander to her slim waist, digging into her soft flesh. Her hips start rolling, placing her own hand over yours, leading it up her body to her firm breasts. "I'm all yours, baby." She moans, rocking her hips faster. You squeeze her tits harder, pinching and pulling her nipple, stealing a yelp from her. She leans back, eyes rolling, mouth open. Her legs prop up and hips lift, pussy glistening, dripping onto your stomach. "Mhmm, your cock fills my ass so good..." your balls deep inside, she squeezes your shaft tight, "...gonna make me cum so fast!" Jiyeonβs hips go up and down, her tits bouncing, abs tensing up. "Fuck... you're so sexy."
Yubin has been playing with Yooyeonβs holes in the meantime, tongue deep inside that swollen pussy. Down below, she's twisting and pulling the plug, almost letting it slip out completely. "Stop teasing, just use my asshole!" Yubin laughed, "Alright, alright unnie, let me wreck that hole of yours." With a mischievous grin, she pulled the plug out; *PLOP* and it was in her hand, going straight into her mouth, tasting all of Yooyeonβs flavors. Her gaping hole oozed a mix of lube and her own fluids, forming a small puddle underneath. "Unnie, you used so much lube for this little plug... were you planning to use the excess for something else, hmmm?" Yubin raised an eyebrow, smirking, hand already probing the open hole. Yooyeon pushed a little, "Hmphhh!" Her hole lets out air and more lube in a squelching fart, making Yubin gasps, then laugh. "So dirty... I love it!" She scooped up the excess lube, smearing it all over her hand. Yooyeon looked down, watching Yubin lube up, "Oh god..." she whispered. "Unnie, relax! I'll be careful, my hands are small, hehe." Yubin formed her hand into a triangle, just like you did earlier, aligning it with her waiting hole. Jiyeon looked over, her own asshole still impaled by your cock, "Ruin Unnie's asshole, Yubam! Turn it inside out!" Her words made Yooyeon choke on her spit, "...oh shit... don't break me too much, Yubin-ah!" Yubin nods, then pushes her fingertips in, stretching the ring of muscle. Knuckle by knuckle her hand disappears into Yooyeonβs ass, her whimpers and whines loud. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, OH FUCK!" Finally with a wet *slurp*, Yubinβs hand gets sucked into Yooyeonβs rectum. "Look how greedy your hole is, swallowing my hand so easily." Yooyeonβs back arches of the floor, eyes vanished in the back of her head. Her still swollen pussy releasing a stream of warm golden liquid, the pressure of Yubinβs hand too much. Jiyeon halted her relentless anal riding for a second, "Oh my god... you made her piss herself! So fucking hot!" Your own eyes snap towards the spectacle as well, gasping when seeing the depravity. "Holy shit..." You say breathless, but oddly aroused, new kink unlocked?
Jiyeon returned riding you like a horse quickly, her asshole clenching down on your shaft, making you groan and shift your attention back to her. "You like that, huh? Seeing her like that, losing herself, letting go..." You can only nod, gripping her waist tighter. You hold her in place, your hips lifting off the floor, feet flat. With a hard thrust up, you slam into her guts, a loud clap of skin hitting skin echoes through the room. "Ahh fuck!" Jiyeon yelps, trying her best to hold her balance. You piston into her like a jackhammer, her mouth open, gasping for air. Her pussy leaking nectar down to your stomach, pooling in your belly button. Her climax was rushing in, hand reaching down, rubbing her clit frantically. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuuck!" She shrieked, body locking up, pussy clenching on nothing. You fuck her through it, no stopping. Gushes of squirt spray everywhere, your mouth open, trying to catch some. She collapsed forward, laying on your drenched chest. Out of breath, she murmers, "Fuck... that was amazing!" Your hips slowed, letting her recover. "You gave me a shower... so hot!" You whisper into her ear. Jiyeon raised her head, looking you deep into the eyes. "Oh, you like having my girl cum all over you, huh? Naughty boy..." She smiled, then went for a sloppy kiss, tongue invading your mouth instantly. You groan into her mouth, picking up speed with your thrusts. Her eyes shut, moaning on your lips. Jiyeon sat back up, hands on your chest for support. "Make me cum again, fuck my asshole, make it throb!" You slam into her with no remorse, the only goal is to ruin her. "Careful what you wish for!" Your hands gripping her cheeks, her soft flesh molding to your palms. Then, her second orgasm hits, but this time she slid off your cock, letting it bob back and forth. She sat down on your chest, her holes right before your eyes, open and leaking. You gasp by her surprising move, but open your mouth quickly to welcome the flood of liquid of her orgasm coming your way. "Drink up!" She said, and so you do, mouth wide open, closing the distance to not miss anything. Her asshole was a gaping mess, leaking it's own juices where she sat, making a mess. Suddenly she smiled wickedly, her insides walls so swollen, they moved outwards. She angled her hips, her open hole inches from your mouth, "Surprise!" And with a little push and wet squelching farts, the dark red and pulsing flesh emerged in a small rose. Your eyes widen in shock, "WHAT THE FUUUU..." your words cut short by the sudden stream of piss filling your mouth. You try to swallow, but couldn't, too much.
Yubin looked over her shoulder when hearing you choke, gasping in shock. "Oh my god..." her fist halting inside Yooyeonβs asshole for a second. "Oh hey, seems like your new boyfriend likes getting pissed on, right?" Your brain short circuits, still swallowing her urine, "Y...yea..." you stutter. Yubin laughs, "Good to know, hehe." A wicked smile on her face. Jiyeonβs pulsing rose of swollen flesh still hangs before you, she looks down at you, smiling. "Taste it, I know you want to." You hesitate for a moment, then lean forward, tongue out, touching softly. She jolts, fingers running through your hair. Your tongue digs into the soft tissue, her flavor exploding on your taste buds. "Mhmm... yes baby." She moans, your warm mouth on her sensitive flesh making her shiver. Your lips close around the pulsing mound, tongue swirling, then push it in. "Ah fuck..." a small spurt of squirt hitting you, her juices adding sweetness. You suck on the prolapsed flesh, cheeks hollowing. You break off with a wet pop, a mix of saliva and anal secretion connecting your lips to her inside-out rectum. "Fuck, Jiyeon..." she laughs, her swollen ass-meat pulsing. "Good boy!" Jiyeon praised you. "FUUUUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" Yooyeon screamed on top of her lungs. Yubinβs fist moved back and forth, stretching her insides. A small bulge on her stomach formed, right where Yubinβs fist was. Yooyeon looked down at the protrusion, gasping, "Oh my god... you're in my tummy!" Her hand lays over the bump, feeling Yubin's movements. Yubin looks up at her, a silent "Unnie..." escapes her lips. The intimacy of all this, like a special bonding experience. "This... feels weird... but... great... at the... same time..." She whinced, Yubin moving slowly, not wanting to hurt her. Yooyeonβs asshole squelched obscenely, small wet farts escaped around Yubinβs delicate arm. She giggled, "So dirty..." then pushed her arm deeper, making Yooyeon shriek. "AHHHH, too deep! Too deep!" Half of Yubinβs forearm inside now, another golden stream leaked out of the wrecked cunt above. Yubin can't resist, lunging forward, lips sealed right over her pisshole. Yooyeon squealed, "NGHHH!" while Yubin swallowed greedily, slowly pumping and twisting her fist. She breaks off, lips and chin drenched in urine, "Yummy! Always wanted to taste it." Yooyeon reached for her neck, pulling her in for a sloppy kiss, tasting her remnants on Yubinβs lips.
Jiyeonβs swollen flesh has retreated back inside her, hole still gaping, trickling juices. She climbs off from your chest, "Time for Yooyeon unnie to have some fun with this!" Giving your still rock solid cock a light slap, making it wobble. You hiss from the blunt touch, the sting oddly arousing. Jiyeon reaches you a hand, helping you up. Her own legs still wobbly, "You better make up for *killing* her, by fucking her senseless!" You nod obediently, "You bet I will!" Yubin was still working on Yooyeonβs asshole, her ring stretched taut around Yubinβs forearm. The puddle of squirt and piss underneath her ass was a sight to behold, absolute filth and you love every second of it! Jiyeon knelt beside the two, hand over the bulge caused by Yubinβs hand, "Alright unnie, your turn to get fucked silly!" Yooyeon already was lost in euphoria, Yubin was working her good. Yubin looked up at you, smiling wickedly, "Baby, ruin her ass for me, I want her to not be able to sit for days!" Her free hand reaches out, pulling you down on her level, lips crashing on yours. The faint taste of Yooyeonβs urine still lingers, mixed with Jiyeonβs and Yubinβs own taste. An explosion of flavors in your mouth, all unique to them. Yooyeon watched, eyes half lidded. "You're gonna regret killing me! Gonna finally drain that dick of yours, fill me up!" Your breath hitched, not sure if that was a threat. "Don't threaten me with a good time!" Your reply makes her grin, propping herself up on her elbows. Yubin slowly retreated her arm and fist from Yooyeonβs bowels, inch by inch more of her skin saw the light again. Completely covered in a sheen of Yooyeonβs natural anal lubricant, piss and other bodily fluids. Finally her fist popped free, a wet squelching sound followed by a small fart. "Naughty unnie..." Jiyeon's gaze flicked to Yubinβs glistening limb, licking her lips. Her tongue darts out, offering to clean off the remnants on Yubinβs arm. Yubin notices the hungry gaze and smirks, "Better be quick before I'll clean it myself!" Yubinβs own tongue takes a long drag along her forearm, tongue accumulating a thick layer of all kinds of juices, swallowing them all in one gulp. Jiyeon wastes no time and leans in, taking on Yubinβs small and delicate fingers. Starting with her thumb, tongue swirling around the digit, cleaning it of all it's residue. "Mhmmm..." she moans, then lets Yubinβs thumb pop out, smacking her lips. She goes finger by finger, occasionally their lips meet, sharing the delicious fluids.
You watched the two do their thing for a second, then Yooyeon cleared her throat, "Ahem... less watching, more fucking!" Her command snaps you right back to her, "My bad... they're... distracting." She scoffs and rolls her eyes, "pfft... first killing me and now also ignoring me..." Her legs were wide open, her asshole gaped and leaked, waiting to be stuffed again. "S...Sorry..." you apologize, "Stop with that bullshit, fuck me already, useless perv!" Her mean undertone flipped something in you. With a tight grip you grab her ankles, putting them together and lifting them high. Then press her legs down on her chest, her eyes wide through the small gap between her calves. "You wanna get fucked, huh? Well, let me ruin that shithole then!" Your cock already nudging at her opening, without much effort, you buried yourself to the base in her colon. Yooyeonβs eyes rolled back, with a faint moan and whisper, "finally..." you began slamming into her. Her ass left the floor the more you punded into her, putting more weight over her. "You like that, huh? Getting your ass pounded like that?" She moaned louder and nods, "Yes! I love it! Ruin my ass, fuuuuuuuck!" You can feel it, her climax was approaching, walls clamping down on your pistoning cock. "Oh? Gonna cum already?" unable to respond, you lift her ass up even more, driving deeper into her guts. Then with a scream, she broke, "FUCKKKKK!" Her legs spasmed, her pussy clenching on nothing. A hot gush of her juices squirted all over herself, drenched her skin in her own cum. You pound her through her orgasm, no slowing down. Her pussy gushed juices for what felt like a straight minute, legs shaking under your grip. "Look at you, all drenched in your cum..." She was a mess, a wet and whimpering mess. Your cock hammered her asshole hard, wet slaps of skin hitting skin accompanied the relentless pounding.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" She screamed, eyes rolled back, mouth wide open and her tongue out. Jiyeon and Yubin watched the show, playing with each other. Jiyeonβs fist slid into Yubinβs rear, "AH FUCK!!!" The ear piercing scream of Yubin from the side didn't bother you though. Your only mission was to ruin Yooyeon, turn her guts inside out. "You like fucking my asshole, perv? Making me not be able to sit for days after, huh?" You just scoff, "Still got an attitude, huh? Tsk tsk tsk... someone shut her up!" You looked over at Yubin, she caught your gaze, nodding. She stopped Jiyeon, her fist popping out Yubinβs asshole, leaving it wide open. She crawled behind Yooyeonβs head, kneeling there. You two lock eyes again, letting go of Yooyeonβs ankles, letting them fall on her shoulders. Yubin looked down, smiling, then straddling her face, "Open wide, unnie!" Yooyeonβs eyes shot open, two open holes right above her. Yubin lowered herself, sitting down on Yooyeonβs face. Her tongue already out, lapping at her folds, nose poking into the gaping rear. "Mhmm..." she moans into Yubinβs pussy, then moving back to her asshole. Yooyeonβs hands gripped onto Yubinβs waist, pulling her down on herself, "So hungry... fuck." You plowed into Yooyeon with no relent, "Finally, silence..." you sigh, then catch a slap from Yooyeon on your arm. "Ohhh, still feisty!" You return the slap by giving her ass cheeks a couple firm slaps, leaving red handprints. Each slap made her whimper, muffled by Yubinβs pussy and ass. Yooyeonβs second orgasm was approaching, you could feel it again. Picking up the pace, changing the angle, driving even deeper. Yubin grinded her hips, chasing her own release, "Unnie, you're... gonna make... me.... cum..." You watched the love of your life nearing climax, smiling at her. She smiled back and cupped your chin, leaning forward to capture your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Your lips break off, her body goes rigid as her orgasm ripped through her. Yubin moans right onto your lips, holding your neck for support. Yooyeonβs mouth didn't slow, she was swallowing every drop of squirt she could, tongue scooping out what couldn't on their own.
Yubin was left panting through the aftershocks of her orgasm, falling back and sitting behind Yooyeonβs drenched face. Yooyeon out of breath, completely wet, her own climax close. "Thanks, unnie." Yubin leaned forward, kissing Yooyeonβs forehead, tasting herself. Yooyeon wanted more than a *Thanks*, so she pulled her in for a kiss, wet and sloppy. In the middle of their make-out, her orgasm hit. Her moans were swallowed by Yubinβs eager mouth, legs shaking around your head, walls clamping down. Another hot surge of juices shot out of her cunt, with a thirsty pull back, your cock slides out of her asshole. Diving in on her spraying pussy, capturing her juices, swallowing them greedily. Her asshole throbbed and leaked it's own kind of juices right below. Your tongue wandered lower, exploring the cavernous opening. "Do it, unnie." Yubin whispered, with a knowing smile Yooyeon nodded. She started pushing, hands on her cheeks, spreading them apart. "NGHHH!" She whinced, a stream of piss escaping her urethra. Your eyes snap open at the warm golden surprise, closing your mouth over the leaking hole. "Oh my god... such a naughty boy." Below, her swollen ass meat slowly made it's way out, a wet squelching fart bubbling out alongside it. Once her stream of urine stopped, you backed off, lips glistening with her piss. Sitting back and taking in the sight of her pulsing rose of flesh, "Beautiful..." you whisper.
Yooyeon looked down at you, eyes half lidded, mouth open and breathing heavy. "Fuck... you... kept your... promise..." her head falls back into Yubin's lap, eyes closed. Yubin looks at you, a devious smile on her face. She mouths "me next." and winks, then leans down to pepper Yooyeonβs face with kisses. Your attention shifts back to Yooyeonβs exposed inner flesh, still pulsing and throbbing. Slowly grazing a finger over the soft tissue before leaning in and taking a lick over the red bud. Yooyeonβs breath hitched, body jolts, clearly sensitive. Suddenly Jiyeon pushed you aside with surprising strength, "MY TURN!" You catch yourself with one hand, almost slipping on the wet floor. "What the fuck, Jiye..." you stop in the middle of saying her name. The sight of her naked body, the arch of her back, the curve of her ass and her sweat, squirt and piss covered skin taking your words away. Jiyeon giggles with a full mouth, shaking her ass seductively. "You... mhmm... already... mmmh... had mine... mhm... earlier..." her left hand reached back, spreading her cheeks apart, pushing slightly. Your gaze snaps back to her now gaping hole, a small rosebud emerging reminding you of earlier. "Fuck..." you groan, watching it disappear back into her. Not able to resist, you lunge right at her holes, tongue inside her leaking pussy in an instant. Jiyeon moans, muffled by Yooyeonβs prolapse in her mouth.
Yubin, eager for her turn, moved beside you, wrapping her delicate fingers around your cock, stroking slowly. You groan into Jiyeonβs wet depths, her grip tight. Yubin leans in, her lips grazing your ear, "My turn, baby. Ruin my cute little butthole, don't hold back." Her voice low and sexy, making your dick twitch in her grip. "Let me make her cum first, then I'm all yours." Yubin nodded, still stroking your aching cock. Diving back into Jiyeonβs holes, three fingers in her pussy, tongue inside her loose asshole. "Fuck.... don't stop!" She moans, her arousal running down your arm, dripping to the floor. The base of your fingers turning creamy white, wet squelches fill the room with each stroke of your fingers. Her asshole swallows your tongue greedily, the swollen tissue pressing against your invading tongue. Jiyeonβs breathing turned ragged, so close to exploding. Her whole body shaking, back arching and leaning back into you, chasing more friction. Your fingers pump and curl, scratching that spot that makes her eyes roll back. "YES! YES! YESSSSSS!" Jiyeon screamed, her pussy clenching down on your digits, squirting like a broken fire hydrant. Your tongue getting pushed out by her protruding flesh, wet farts slipping as the rose grows. Jiyeon collapses forward, laying on Yooyeonβs stomach. Her legs and hip still twitching and bucking, riding out the aftershocks of her orgasm. Her body shudders, then a stream of her delicious golden nectar trickles down her inner thighs. The fluid adding to the growing puddle beneath you all, "What a mess..." you murmur.
The last droplets of her release dribble out of her, letting out a long sigh. You give her right butt cheek a kiss, "Good girl." Then slapping the same spot. "NGHH!" Jiyeon yelps, back arching from the stinging pain. Yubin whispered into your ear, "Mhmm, look how well you make us cum, even making us piss ourselves..." her delicate hand pumps your shaft slowly, you groan and buck your hips, "...oh baby, how I'd wish we've crossed this line years ago... missed out on so much depravity, so many endless nights of just pure, unadulterated filthy sex..." her lips grazed your ear, her breath warm. Your turn to face her, capturing her soft lips in a searing kiss. Your tongues dancing in pure lust, all while her hand steadily pumps your rock hard cock. "Can't wait to do this again at your guys' marriage, but the wedding dress stays on! hehe." Yubin broke the kiss for a second, laughing at the thought. "I'll be standing there on the altar, all while my ass meat is hanging out under the dress, throbbing and pulsing." They both laugh, meanwhile you're shocked by her words. "Yubin... I'd love that! As absurd as it sounds, but that mental image... fuck..." Yubin smiled, cupping your face with her free hand. "Baby..." she whispers, engaging in another deep and sensual kiss. "Can I be the bridesmaid? I'll carry the rings in my ass, then push them out when you need them, Hah!" This time you break the kiss, and laugh hysterically. Yubin shakes her head, then smacks Jiyeon's ass. "Naughty slut..."
Your mouth has wandered to Yubinβs neck, kissing and nibbling on her skin. She moans softly when you suck on her pulse point, feeling her heartbeat rise. Her hand moved up and down your shaft in slow and tight movements, fingers coated in your pre-cum. Breaking off and leaving a red mark on her neck, you nibble at her earlobe next, whispering "Mhmm... Yubin, you're way too good at that." Into her ear. Yubin smiles, turning to face you, her eyes filled with lust. Her lips crash into yours again, all tongue and teeth. You push her onto her back, hands roaming over her sweat slicked body. "Fuck me... breed me, please." Her broken plea sent more blood into your cock. You catch her nipple in your mouth, sucking and flicking the hard nub. Yubin moans loudly, her fingers tangled in your hair. Your kiss your way lower, over her toned abs, then halt before her aching pussy. "So perfect... fuck." you whisper against her dripping folds, then take a long and slow drag of your tongue through her lips. "Oh fuck... Just like that, baby." Her grip on your hair gets stronger, keeping you in place. Your tongue digs into her wet core, her puffy lips parting open. A fresh gush of her arousal fills your mouth, sweet and salty. Her hips buck upwards, grinding on your face, chasing release. While one hand gropes her tits, your other sneaks in the cleft of her ass, probing at her puckered muscle. "Mhmm, yes... use both my holes, make me cum so hard!" One finger breaches past the tight ring, just as warm and wet as her pussy. You probe her inside walls, then add another finger, scissoring them and stretching her further. Yubin moans, "Don't stop... just a little more..." her voice broken, desperate. A third finger enters her anus, quiet airy noises squeezing past the gaps of her rim and your fingers with each movement.
Yooyeon and Jiyeon left you two alone, on wobbly feet they went to the bathroom. The shower turned on, water splashing on the tile floor as Jiyeon stepped in first. Rivulets running down her athletic body, washing off the filth. Yooyeon followed shortly after, visibly more exhausted. "Let me help you, unnie." Jiyeon grabbed the soft scrubber and soaked it in bodywash. Yooyeon sighed as the soft fabric scrubbed over her back, cleaning off the remnants of the filthy acts. Jiyeon carefully scrubbed over Yooyeonβs ass, her abused butthole still slightly agape, "C...Care...Careful..." she whispered. Jiyeon looked her into the eyes, nodding, slowly tracing the sensitive rim. Yooyeon whimpered, legs trembling. "Look at this ruined hole... still open." Jiyeon finished up cleaning her butt, giving her cheek a kiss. Yooyeon giggled, then turned around, looking down at Jiyeon, "M..Maybe... one more... round... heh." Jiyeon looked up at her, a wicked smile on her face, "So horny... but so am I..." Jiyeon leans in, her tongue dragging through Yooyeonβs swollen folds, "...this pussy is too delicious, fuck." Yooyeon moans faintly, her hand going down, laying on Jiyeonβs head. Fingers intertwined in her Jiyeonβs hair, holding her in place. "Fuck, Jiyeon... this feels so good." Yooyeonβs free hand made itself busy, groping her own tits, twisting and pulling on her hard nipples. Jiyeonβs tongue explored the wet cavern thoroughly, switching from penetrating her folds to sucking and flicking her clit. Jiyeon knew she was close, adding one, then two fingers into her dripping core. A loud moan echoed from the tile walls, "Don't stop... don't you dare... stop..." Jiyeon didn't, she curled her fingers up, scratching that spot that makes Yooyeonβs eyes roll back. "FUCK! FUCK! FUUUUUUCK! I'M CUMMING!" Yooyeonβs body went rigid, her walls clamping down on Jiyeonβs digits. A fresh gush of her girlcum sprayed directly into Jiyeonβs hungry mouth, she swallowed it greedily.
Back to the living room, where the sound of the shower running and the faint moans are just noises in the background. Your fingers still buried deep in Yubinβs rear, tongue digging through her delicious folds. "Oh baby..." Yubinβs grip in your hair gets tighter, her climax was nearing, "...I'm so close...don't stop!" Her back arched off the floor, mouth open and eyes closed. Your tongue and fingers worked overtime, flicking, sucking and pumping with increased intensity. Yubin's legs wrap around your head tight, her pussy and anus clenching down. With a high pitched scream, she came undone, "FUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!" Her juices flooded your eager mouth like a dam that broke, you tried your best to swallow it all. Once her climax subsided and she laid flat again, you withdrew your fingers. A clear coat of her natural lubricant on your digits, without hesitation you took them into your mouth, tasting her once again. "Mhmmm... so delicious. I might be getting addicted to your flavors, babe." Yubin laughs, "Hah, you can taste me anytime, anywhere baby. But now, let us empty those balls of yours, yea?" Her foot taps against your raging boner, making it sway. You look down at your erection, then back at her with a wicked smile. Her other foot joins in, smearing the bead of pre-cum around your head with her her toe, then wrapping your length between her soles. You groan, "Always wanted to try this..." her feet move up and down your shaft. Her soles were soft, nails painted black, toes curled slightly. The way she looks at your cock slides between her feet, eyes half lidded, faint smirk on her lips. "Fuck... Yubin..." you moan, lost in her beauty.
Yooyeon & Jiyeon were finally done showering, drying themselves off and put their clothes back on. "Thank you, Jiyeon... for helping me clean up and..." Jiyeon chuckles, the taste of Yooyeonβs mind shattering orgasm still on her tongue. "Always! You probably would still be under the shower if I didn't help you... you were so exhausted." Yooyeonβs gaze lingers, then snaps away to look at herself in the mirror. While padding dry her hair, she looks down her body, "Yea... I was... I did want him to fuck me senseless, and he did!" Jiyeon looks at her back, down to her ass where her butthole still gaped open slightly. "He sure did, your hole is still open haha." Yooyeon turns her hips, trying to see the aftermath herself. One hand going down, spreading her cheek away to give her a better view. "I'm gonne be sore for days... worth it though!" Jiyeon laughs, giving Yooyeonβs a slap, "It was, every second of it, but now it's time to head out, it's late." Yooyeon nods, grabbing her clothes and slowly getting dressed. As they're done, Jiyeon unlocks the bathroom door. Thick fog slips through the gaps and enters the hallway. Before they leave, Jiyeon turns, "Shhh... try be quiet, let them have fun alone." Jiyeon whispered. Yooyeon nods, on tippy toes they sneak through the hallway. Once they reach the living room, they silently gasp at the sight of Yubin foot job skills. "Oh my god..." Yooyeon whispered through her fingers. Their steps silent on the wooden floor as they go past You & Yubin. Too lost in pleasure of her soles working your aching cock, and Yubin too concentrated keeping her feet steady, they go unnoticed. At the main door they stop for a second, "Fuck... that was hot." Yooyeon nods, "Yeaaaa... didn't know Yubin was into that." They left a goodbye message in the group chat:
>Ballerina: We'll head out now, see you tomorrow! Can't wait to do this again hehe.
>Ice Princess: Byeeee you two lovebirds!
Yours and Yubinβs phones vibrate on the coffee table, long forgotten. The only thing on your mind is her, Gong Yubin. "Mhmm, this is incredible." You groan, her feet clamping down on your shaft. "Yea? Do my soft feet feel good on your cock?" Her hand reaches out, cupping your jaw. She tilts her head and leans in, her plump lips crashing onto yours in a passionate kiss. Her feet stop for a moment, getting lost in embrace. You break the kiss, foreheads pressed together, "Should we take this to my bed? Be a lot more comfortable than this floor." The smirk on her face tells enough, her lips crash back onto yours, all tongue. You wrap your arms around her slim waist as you stand up, her legs wrapped around you. Carrying her to the bedroom, trying not to walk into furniture while your vision is blocked by her. Reaching the bedroom, you throw her onto the bed. Her body rocks up and down, her tits bounce, her hair sprawled out and legs spread wide. She beckons you in with her finger, "Come here, baby." Her other hand down between her legs, spreading her puffy lips apart. You lick your lips and dive in, jumping onto the bed. Your head right between her thighs, inhaling the scent of her sex. Her fingers trace through your hair as you lean down, licking a long stripe through her wet folds. Yubin throws her head back, eyes rolling up. "FUCK YES, BABE! Devour my pussy like it's your last meal!" Your tongue breaches past her lips, exploring her velvety insides, while your hand snakes up to her hole below. Your fingers probe at her puckered hole, circling the rim. "Stop teasing, put them in already!" You look up at her and push two fingers inside her anus, knuckle by knuckle they sink deeper. The way her face contorts made your cock throb, aching to be inside either of her holes.
Your fingers curl upwards, scratching her walls. Her pussy began to clamp down on your tongue, her climax was close. Redoubling your efforts, your mouth closed over her engorged clit, sucking and flicking the bundle of nerves with your tongue. Her breathing became more erratic, grinding her slit against your eager mouth. When adding a third finger into her stretched hole below, she finally shatters. "FUCK, IM CUMMING!" A flood of her cum fills your mouth and goes down your throat, your fingers in her ass continue to pump in and out, prolonging her orgasm. Gush after gush of her sweet nectar drenched your face and the sheets. Breaking off from her, a clear string of her aftermath connecting you to her still. "I love making you cum like this... drinking up all your juices." She laid flat, panting. Reaching out a hand to you and pulling you in for another kiss. She moans when tasting herself on your lips. She breaks the kiss, "Mhmm... I taste good, hehe." You laugh, continuing to kiss her face, neck and collarbones. Your aching cock hovering right above her core, while you take one of her nipples into your mouth. Her back arches of the bed, moaning loud. "Babe... I need you... I need you inside me!" Her pleas broken between moans. Looking down between yours and her body, you see your cock, ready to be used. Giving it a few slow pumps as your lips stay sealed around her nipple, you align yourself with her dripping cunt. "How bad do you want me inside? Tell me." Your leaking tip nudging at her entrance.
Yubin whines, "mhhhh don't tease meeee, baby. Please... just fuck me!" You smile wickedly, diving in and nibbling at her neck. Her head moves away, giving you more space. Sucking at her pulse point, leaving a red mark. Yubin moans "Mhmm..." her hips bucking, seeking friction on your cock. "Look at you, so desperate for my cock." While she starts to look annoyed, you lean down and capture her lips in another kiss. Her legs wrap around you, keeping you in place. You reach down to your cock and hold it, dragging your tip through her folds, even nudge it at her puckered butthole. Breaking the kiss, you stare her into the eyes. Slowly pushing into her heat, her mouth flies open and eyes close. "Fuuuuuuck..." she moans, her legs trapping you tighter. "Fuck, Yubin..." her tight walls squeezing your cock. You bottom out in her cunt, letting it rest. Her eyes open again, searching for yours. "I love you..." she whispers, you respond by pressing your lips against hers again, tongue exploring her warm mouth. At the same time your hips move back until only your tip is inside her. With a brutal snap, you push it all the way back in. Yubin gasps into your mouth, her firm tits bouncing from the push. "Harder..." she whispers against your lips, you gaze at her with renewed hunger. Your rhythm grows faster, driving into her deeper. Your tip nudging at the entrance to her womb, small spurts of her arousal spraying with every thrust in.
"Ahh... nghh... mhmm..." Yubinβs noises spur you on, fondling her full tits with one hand and sucking on her nipples. Her fingers tangled in your hair, not pushing, just holding. Her whimpers and moans get more and more ragged, her nails leaving red trails on your back. Releasing her nipple with a wet pop, "Yubin, I love you!" Your thrusts speed up, while her eyes search yours after the confession. Her hand cups your jaw, pulling you in for a deep and sensual kiss again. Your thrusts slow, getting too lost in the kiss. Your hand stays on her breast, squeezing the soft flesh, rolling and twisting her nipple. Her lips leave yours for a second, gasping for air. "Baby..." she sighs on your lips, her eyes staring right into yours. With a wicked smirk and surprising strength, she pushes you onto your back. You gasp, "Yubin..." as she kneels over you, still impaled by your cock. "Let me take control for a bit." looking down at you with a wicked smile. Your hands roam over her slim frame, along the curve of her hips and by the swell of her perfect sized tits. She grabs your hands, guiding them over her globes, intertwining her finger with yours. Yubin's hips begin to roll, your crotch drenched with her essence. "You're so sexy... so... perfect..." you moaned, squeezing her boobs firmly. She let go of your hands, reaching for your shoulders. Yours rest on her waist, digging into her soft skin. "We really... should've done... this... earlier... fuck..." she moaned, her hips rolling and rocking faster. You laugh, "Hah... better late than never, right?" Her eyes roll, head shakes a little. "Shut up and fill me up already, idiot." She leaned down, kissing you with hunger. While she's laying flat, her soft breasts press against your chest. Her kiss was sloppy, all tongue and spit. Your hands wander to her plump butt cheeks, grabbing hold of the soft flesh. She moaned into your open mouth, the leaning to the side "What are you waiting for, baby. Fuck a baby into me..." she whispered into your ear.
Yubinβs hips moved on their own, up and down, making use of your whole length. You groan, perplexed you ask, "ahh... aa... a baby? Are you serious?" She laughs, "No, silly. I'm on the pill, buuuuut maybe at some point..." with a gasp you capture her lips again, Yubin giggles happily. Your hands on her butt squeeze down, then spread them apart. "You're insane..." you murmur against her lips, "You love it though!" You roll your eyes, then angles your legs. "And you're gonna love this!" With a hard thrust up, you slam into her as she was going down. Yubin gasps loudly, "AHH fuck!" You repeat, hard thrust up, burying yourself to the hilt inside her. Another loud gasp, "Again..." she sighs. Your hips buck into her hard again, followed by another gasp. Her face snug in the crook of your neck, looking at your face. You keep up the rhythm, her gasps turned to soft whimpers. Yubin places soft kisses along your jaw and neck, "Don't.... stop... please..." You look down at her, eyes closed, mouth open. Her pussy spasming around your pounding cock, leaking copious amounts of juices. Clear strings of her arousal form between your and her crotch, wet squelches with every meeting of skin. Your hips blurred, then she went rigid, head threw back. "AHHHHHHHH FUCK!" She shrieked, a forceful jet of her creamy girlcum shot out around your shaft. Your thrusts slowed, drawing out her orgasm longer. Her hips buck as the last spurts sprayed, then went completely limp. Breath heavy and ragged, eyes half lidded. "I need to invest in hydrophobic sheets... holy fuck." Yubin snorts, giving your chest a soft slap. "You're... an idiot..." you chuckle, "Your idiot now, hehe"
You place a quick kiss on her forehead, then roll her onto her back, still sheathed deep inside her dripping core. "Woahhh!" Her soft tits bounced from the sudden movement, her eyes open wide, staring into yours. A smile full of mischief on your face, "You want a baby right here?" Your hand trailed over her toned stomach "Then let me put one in there!" Your other hand reached for her ankle, lifting her leg over your shoulder. "Oh fuck..." her back arched off the soaked mattress, the new angle giving deeper access. Your hips moved back, then slammed forward again. A soft whimper escapes her lips, boobs jiggling from the force. "Again.... harder...." Her trembling hand reached for your hand resting on her waist, intertwining her fingers with yours. A soft smile formed on her lips, but quickly dissolved back into being open, gasping for air as your thrusts continued. "I... love... you... fuck..." your thrusts fasten, chasing release. "I'm close..." you groan, giving her leg that's been resting on your shoulder a kiss. Her words of love spur you on, leaning forward and pressing her leg down onto her chest, her other leg wrapped around your waist. Placing a soft kiss on her lips, foreheads pressed together. Staring into each other souls, as you pound into her. Yubin's soft moans like music to your ears, accompanied by the wet squelches from down below. "I'm... I'm close... again..." her face changed, eyes rolled back in her head, mouth open and gasping for air. Your own climax was right around the corner as well, every thrust edging you further. You can feel her walls clamp down again, squeezing your pistoning cock. "Cum for me, baby!"
Like flipping a switch, she came undone. "AHHHHHH! NGHHHH! I'M CUMMING!" Her legs shook, her grip on your hand tighter. A thick gush of creamy squirt drenched you and the sheets further. "Fuck..." you groaned looking down at the mess she was making, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. Then finally, with one last deep thrust, you erupt, flooding her depths with your semen. You moan into her open mouth, bucking your hips with every spurt. Her nails rack over your back, leaving red trails. One last deep breath and you unloaded everything into her, filling her completely, some of it leaking out around your shaft. "So... full... wow..." both of you out of breath, the bed a mess. "Maybe... I was a... little pent up... oops..." she chuckles, "A little? Hah!" Slowly you pull your softening cock out of her, leaving her pussy gaping open a bit. A thick drop of your essence bubbled out, making comedic fart noises. You watched transfixed, "wow... I pumped you so full..." Suddenly her whole body shivered, followed by a soft golden stream of pee. "Oh my god... I'm sorry!" Embarrassed she covered her leaking hole, "No no, it's okay... that's... fucking hot!" Yubin smiled, exposing herself again. "Plus, Yooyeon & Jiyeon have pissed themselves so much, im desensitized now, Hah!" You both laughed, then she reached down, scooping some of the leaking mixture of semen & urine up. Her hand moved back up to her mouth, taking her slimy and wet fingers into her mouth, sucking them clean individually. "Mhmm..." she moaned tasting your combined essence, then releasing her fingers with a wet pop, "...delicious!"
Her gaze is onto you, smiling seductively. "Look at that... let me clean you up, baby." Before you can react, she has engulfed your half hard cock with her mouth. Her soft tongue swirled around the head, cleaning off all of her juices. "Mhmm..." she moaned, then popped off with a string of saliva connecting her still. "You're incredible... fuck." You sigh, watching her wipe her mouth with the back of her hand. "You're not to shabby yourself!" She leaned back against the headrest, slowly circling her finger over her engorged clit. "I'm gonna go shower, clean off all the filth." You nod, "Alright, I'll change these sheets in the meantime..." Yubin snorts, on her way to the bathroom, "My bad! Hehehe." The door shutting behind her. You scramble and take off the drenched sheets, "What a mess... but worth every second." In the background you hear the water running and a faint humming. You throw the dirty sheets into the washing machine and take some fresh ones from the closet, "Definitely need to buy these hydrophobic sheets ASAP!" you murmur while walking back to the bed. Yubin in the meantime has finished, walking into the bedroom, drying off her hair. "I'm done! Go get cleaned up, you filthy animal." You scoff, "Tsk, rude!" walking by her and placing a quick kiss on her lips. Yubin then holds up her object that was buried deep in her guts, an 8 ball wrapped in a condom. "Forgot about this... oops." You gasp by it's size, "Holy shit..." She giggles and makes herself comfortable on the fresh sheets, eyes already heavy and falling closed shortly after. You clean yourself quickly and get back to the bedroom, walking in you see her already asleep. "Oh..." carefully you lay next to her, placing another kiss on her forehead. She shuffles a little, a big smile forming on her face. "Sleep well, my love." With a smile on your face, you wrap an arm around her, snuggling up close. You fall asleep quite fast, dreaming about the bright future ahead with her.Β
(YN) sat up from the couch, heart hammering harder than it should've. He wasn't expecting anyoneβnot this late, not tonight. The TV was still on, some old movie playing forgotten in the background, a half-finished cup of tea cooling on the table.
He crossed the room in a few steps, unlocked the door.
And there she was.
Gong Yubin.
In the hallway. No umbrella, no coat. Her sweater was damp at the shoulders from what must've been a passing rain. Her hair clung to her cheeks. Her eyes were red, but dry nowβlike the crying had already happened, and whatever came next was the aftermath.
He stared. "Yubin?"
She didn't wait for him to ask.
"I called off the wedding," She said.Β
Just like that. Like ripping off a bandage.
He blinked. "What?"
She looked past him, like she couldn't bear to see his face. "I found out he was cheating. With someone from work. For months, apparently."
The words hung there between them, sharp and shaking.
(YN) didn't say anything. Not yet. He opened the door wider, stepping aside. "Come in."
She walked past him in silence, brushing damp hair away from her face. She didn't even bother to take off her shoesβjust dropped onto the couch like her body couldn't keep standing anymore.
He shut the door.
The apartment was quiet again, save for the low murmur of the TV. Neither of them moved for a second. Then.
"I'm sorry," He said softly.
She let out a hollow sound. Not quite a laugh. "Yeah. Me too."
"Do you want water? Tea? A towel?"
"No." Her voice cracked around the word. Then softer, "I just didn't want to go home."
He stood there for a moment before sitting beside her, the space between them small, familiar. Her hands were clasped together, knuckles white.
"I was going to marry him," She said. "I had the dress. The plans. The venue. Everything."
She turned her head just enough to look at him.
"And I thought. . .this is what people do, right? They fall in love. They settle down. They build something." Her voice dropped. "But he didn't love me enough to stay."
(YN)'s breath caught in his throat.
She didn't cry. But something in her eyes was breaking anyway. Not loudly. Quietly. In the way only people who have been hurt too often and too deeply do.
"I just. . ." she exhaled, "I didn't know where else to go."
And there it was. The truth, simple and bare.
She came to him.
Not because he was the most comforting person. Not because he'd say the right things. But because in the middle of heartbreak, she knew where she would feel safe.
His voice came out low, steady. "You can stay here. As long as you want."
Her fingers uncurled slowly. Her shoulders eased just a little.
"Thank you," she whispered.
He nodded. "Always."
And for a moment, she looked at him like she really saw himβlike something behind all the years and silences was finally clicking into place.
But neither of them said it.
Not yet.
She leaned her head gently against his shoulder, and he didn't move. Didn't speak. Just sat there with her, in the silence, as the weight of what could've been and what had just shattered filled the room between them.
The wedding was off.
She had no clue what to do next.
And he had no idea what to say.
.
An hour passed.
The rain outside had faded into a distant hush, just the occasional patter against the windows. The city beyond his walls had fallen quiet, but inside, everything still felt loudβtoo much movement behind his ribs, too many thoughts he didn't know how to slow down.
Yubin was asleep now.
Or something close to it.
Bundled into the blanket he'd practically shoved at herβgrumbling something about how she'd catch a cold even though she didn't argueβshe lay curled up on the couch, her breathing even and soft. Her features, usually so composed, looked different in rest. Softer. Younger. Like the version of her he'd known before everything became about timelines and press kits and wedding plans.
Her mug sat beside his on the table, long emptied. Her sleeves still damp where the blanket hadn't covered them completely.
He stood over her now, silent.
And his expressionβit wasn't guarded, wasn't careful. Not like it usually was around her.
It was raw. Honest.
Something like sympathy, yes.
But also something deeper. Older. The kind of emotion that came from knowing someone too long, caring too quietly, and being powerless too often.
He crouched down slowly, elbows resting on his knees, gaze never leaving her sleeping form.
For a moment, he just looked at herβeyes still closed, voice barely above a whisper, but unmistakably awake. And not just awake. Vulnerable. Like her words had slipped out from some quiet corner of her that hadn't been guarded enough.
"Could you stay a little longer?"
She didn't open her eyes.
Didn't take it back.
And he didn't move right away. Just watched the slow rise and fall of her shoulders beneath the blanket, the way her hand had curled loosely near her chest like it was holding onto something invisible.
He wondered if she could feel the silence between them. If she noticed how much heavier it had gotten.
"I'm here," He said after a pause, his voice softer than it had been all night.
She didn't reply. Not really.
But the line between her brows eased just slightly, like the words had been enough.
He exhaled quietly and eased down onto the floor beside the couch, his back resting against it, head tilted just a little in her direction.
Not close enough to touch.
But close enough to stay.
"Do you remember back in high school, when I was forced to play the princess for a play?" She asked, her eyes still closed.
A faint, surprised breath escaped him.
Of all things she could've saidβof all the memories buried beneath years of friendship and missed timingβthat was the one she reached for.
He turned his head slightly, the ghost of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"You mean the one where you threatened to quit the entire production because they made you wear a tiara?" he asked quietly.
She let out a soft, sleepy laugh. "It was hideous. And it kept falling off."
"You still pulled it off."
"I tripped on the dress in the middle of act two."
He chuckled under his breath, a real one this time. "Yeah. Right into my arms. The audience thought it was part of the scene."
She hummed faintly, the sound gentle in the quiet room. "I still remember what you said backstage after."
His smile faded just a little. "What did I say?"
"You looked at me," she murmured, voice barely above a breath, "and you said. . .Β 'you're not the kind of princess who needs saving.'"
His chest ached.
He remembered now. The image of her, frustrated and red-faced from embarrassment, clutching the sides of that terrible costumeβand him, trying to make her laugh, trying to ease the sting in the only way he knew how.
"You were right," She said, her voice smaller now. "I wasn't. I'm not."
She finally opened her eyes.
Turned her head just slightly to look at him. Shadows carved softly across her face, but her gaze was clearβeven in the dark.
"But sometimes," She added, "it would've been nice."
He didn't know what to say to that.
Because he had wanted to save her. Not as a prince. Not in some storybook way. But in the quiet, steady way he'd always been thereβone step behind, never asking for more, always ready to carry the weight she wouldn't admit was too heavy.
He looked at her, really looked at her, and his throat tightened.
"I'm sorry," He whispered.
"For what?"
"For not saying anything. For never. . ." He trailed off, shook his head. "I don't know. Just. . .sorry."
She blinked slowly. Didn't look away.
"You were always there, you know," She said softly. "Even when I didn't ask you to be."
"I wanted to be."
"I know."
She shifted under the blanket, her hand brushing slightly against the edge of his sleeve.
And for a moment, neither of them moved.
The air between them held everything unspokenβgrief, love, missed chances, and the quiet ache of two people who had walked side by side for years, never once turning to face the same direction at the same time.
"You should get some sleep," He said finally, even though he wasn't sure if he meant it for her or for himself.
But she didn't respond.
Her eyes had fluttered shut again, lashes resting gently against her skin.
This time, she really was asleep.
And still, he stayed.
.
For the past few days, Yubin had come and gone like clockworkβsoft knocks on his door, bags under her eyes, and some excuse about not wanting to be home.
She'd show up just before dinner, sometimes with food, sometimes empty-handed, and he never questioned it. He just made space. Made tea. Let her take the couch like it had always belonged to her.
She didn't talk about the wedding. Or the end of it.
Didn't sayΒ hisΒ name.
Didn't mention what it felt like to watch something she had once planned her whole future around suddenly fall apart.
She just existed beside him.
And he let her.
Even if it meant staying at his place until she felt like leaving.
But tonight, something felt different.
She was quietβquieter than usualβeven as she picked at the dinner he reheated for her. Her gaze lingered on the TV but didn't follow it. She barely touched her fork.
And when he finally sat down next to her on the couch with his own plate, she spoke without looking at him.
"I should be packing up the rest of his things tomorrow."
His hand paused midway to his mouth. He set the fork down.
The air between them shifted. Not heavy, exactlyβjust real.
"He hasn't been back for anything since the night I left," She said, still not turning to face him. "Just texted once. Said he'd send someone to pick up the rest."
The silence after that wasn't uncomfortable. It was full of breath, of things she was trying to say but didn't know how to form.
"I've been putting it off," She admitted. "Told my mom I needed time, told the landlord I'd get to it. . .but I just. . .I don't want to see it all again. The suits. His cologne in the bathroom. The damn mug I got him that he never used."
This time, she looked at him. Her eyes were tired, but not empty.
They held something elseβlike the truth had finally made it past her throat and landed in the open.
"I can't keep hiding here forever."
"No," He said gently. "You can't."
She nodded slowly, as if she'd already known but needed to hear it aloud.
Then, in a voice smaller than he was used to from her, she asked,
"Will you come with me?"
There was no hesitation in his answer.
"Yeah," He said quietly.
"I'll go."
Because she had to face it.
But she didn't have to face it alone
.
.
.
When all of it was said and done, Yubin still stayed in his apartment.
There were no more excuses, no fragile reasons wrapped in half-truths about needing time or space or sleep. No talk about heading back to her place in the morning or just staying for the weekend.
She was still here.
She slept a little longer now, without waking in the middle of the night. Her things began to blend into hisβher scarf on the coat rack, her toothbrush beside his in the bathroom, a novel left open on the armrest of the couch.
The ring that was once wrapped around her fingerβonce a symbol of a future, a promise, a carefully constructed planβwas gone.
No big declaration. No dramatic goodbye.
Just. . .absent.
She hadn't said where she'd put it.
But he noticed its absence the way one might notice a missing painting from a familiar wall, a quiet shift in the space, an outline left behind.
And still, she stayed.
Not because she had to.
Not because she couldn't face the world outside.
But maybe, just maybe, because this was the first time in a while she didn't have to pretend.
She folded his laundry with him in the evening.
Brought home new coffee beans she thought he might like.
Watched dumb movies with him on nights when neither of them could sleep.
There were still no conversations about feelings.
Still no mention of the promise they made in high school.
But every now and then, she would glance at him over the rim of her mug and ask, "Are you sure I'm not overstaying?"
And every time, without fail, he would say the same thingβquiet, steady, and maybe a little too soft.
"You're not."
And for now, that was enough.
.
.
.
Whatever it was, it started out small.
It was during another lazy Saturday morning in his apartment.
She crashed onto his couch for another night and she woke up early in the morning to make herself her favorite kind of tea which he somehow had an abundance of bags for.
She was carefully watching the steam rise out of her cup before she saw it.
He was half-asleep, hair sticking out in three directions, white socks padding across the wooden floor as he reached for the coffee machine with muscle memory alone. He hadn't noticed her yet. Probably didn't even register that she'd woken up before him. And in that moment, (YN) was the furthest thing from graceful.
But to her, he looked like home.
She blinked.
The thought startled her.
It wasn't newβthis sense of comfort. She'd always felt it with him, ever since they were teenagers passing earbuds between them and sharing snacks during cram breaks. But now. . .now it was starting to feel different. The quiet between them had weight. Warmth.
She poured her tea slowly, eyes trailing after him as he yawned and tugged his hoodie over his head, one side of his shirt still rumpled where he'd slept on it wrong.
When he finally looked up and saw her, he blinked like he'd forgotten she was there. Then smiled. Soft. Sleepy.
"Morning," He murmured.
"Morning," She replied, trying to ignore the way her chest fluttered.
She gave him a glance and then another.
He seemed to go into autopilot as he made himself a cup of coffee,
And Yubin just continued to stare. Like a moth to a lamp in the middle of darkness, she got closer just enough to bump shoulders with him.
He didn't flinch when she did.
Just gave her a sideways glance, his smile still half-formed, eyes still heavy with sleep.
"You're up early," he mumbled, voice rough around the edges.
"I could say the same about you," she teased, even though he looked like he was still halfway in a dream.
He scoffed lightly, nudging her back with the softest bump of his elbow. "I'm always up around this time."
"No, you're not. I've seen your alarms. You snooze them at least three times."
His chuckle was quiet, buried beneath his breath as he stirred his coffee. "Caught me."
She took a sip of her tea, letting the warmth seep into her hands. She shouldn't have been looking at him. Not like this. Not for this long. Not when her heart had started doing things it never used to do beforeβnot with him.
But it was hard not to look when he stood there in the kitchen like he belonged in the picture. Like he'd always been part of her mornings.
He scratched his neck, blinking at the clock on the microwave. "You going somewhere today?"
She shook her head. "No plans."
"You can stay, you know." He said it so casually. Like breathing. "You don't need a reason."
Her throat tightened. "Yeah. I know."
But she still looked away.
Because that's what he didn't understand.
SheΒ didΒ have a reason now.
And it wasΒ him.
He handed her the honey before she even asked for it.
The thought came uninvited, heavy and strange. But not painful. Not in the way it used to be.
She watched as he leaned against the counter, blowing gently into his mug, eyes squinting at the sunlight breaking through the window.
And suddenly, she wanted to ask something. Stupid. Simple.
"Hey," she said softly. "If you had to describe what home felt like, what would you say?"
He didn't look at her right away. Just tapped his fingers lightly against the ceramic.
Then, "Probably this."
And he smiled at her again, the kind of smile that didn't know what it meant.
But she did.
God, she did.
Her chest tightened again.
Because this wasn't just comfort anymore.
Uh Oh.
This wasΒ beginning to hurt.
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Later in the day and with no other plans, they decided to go do some errands.
They, or more like he made the decision to go buy groceries while Yubin tagged along and offered to be the one pushing the cart around.
The afternoon sunlight filtered in through the supermarket windows, casting warm golden streaks across the glossy floor tiles. It was quieter than usual for a weekendβno screaming kids, no long checkout linesβjust the occasional shuffle of carts and distant announcements echoing from the speakers.
Yubin walked beside him, both hands on the cart handle, idly steering it as he reached for a bundle of green onions. He inspected it the way he did everything in lifeβwith quiet precision, as if the wrong choice might throw everything off balance.
"You're weirdly picky about vegetables," She said, her tone light.
"They last longer when you choose the good ones," He replied, not looking at her.
She tilted her head, amused. "You sound like a househusband."
He glanced at her then, eyebrows raised. "Are you judging my produce standards?"
"Absolutely."
He chuckled under his breath and dropped the green onions into the cart. "Then don't expect me to cook for you next time."
"Please," She scoffed. "You always end up cooking anyway."
She leaned down slightly on the cart, her eyes browsing each aisle to maybe and get something for herself.
"Oh yeah, could you go look for soy sauce? I was thinking of buying another bottle after I ran out last week." He asked her, placing a hand over the side of the cart.
"Really? Sure, I could do that." She said, straightening up and turning to walk out of the aisle.
She turned the corner toward the sauces aisle, walking at a relaxed pace. The air in the store smelled faintly of sesame oil and detergentβone of those oddly nostalgic scents that reminded her of college dorms and late-night cooking experiments.
She was still half-smiling to herself about (YN)'s "househusband" comment when she reached the shelf. Her hand was already reaching for the familiar bottle when a voice behind her stilled her completely.
"I didn't think I'd run into you here," He said, voice cautious, like he wasn't sure how she'd react.
She kept her tone even. "Neither did I."
There was a pauseβan awkward silence sandwiched between canned tuna and soy sauce bottles.
"You look good," he added, and it sounded like an apology. Like he thought being polite would soften what he'd done.
Yubin didn't reply. She just turned back and grabbed the soy sauce she came for, clutching it a little tighter than necessary.
"I wanted to say I'm sorry," he continued, stepping closer. "For⦠everything."
Yubin didn't look at him. "You don't have to."
"But I do." His voice dropped. "I messed up. I didn't know how to fix it. I thought maybeβ"
"You thought wrong," came another voice, firm and low.
She blinked. Turned slightly.
(YN) was standing at the edge of the aisle, a basket in one hand, his expression unreadableβbut his eyes, dark and steady, were locked onto her ex.
The other man straightened. "You'reβ?"
"Someone who gives a damn about her," (YN) said plainly.
Her ex blinked, taken aback. "Look, I'm just trying to talkβ"
"She doesn't want to talk." (YN) moved forward, not aggressive, just calm and deliberate. "She didn't ask to see you. She didn't ask for closure. And you don't get to show up in a grocery store and pretend that makes anything better."
The silence that followed was sharp.
Yubin hadn't moved. She was still holding the soy sauce, still standing between two men from completely different versions of her life.
Her ex's gaze flicked to her, searching. "Yubin, I just thought maybeβ"
"She said you don't have to," (YN) cut him off again, voice quieter now but even firmer. "So don't."
Her ex opened his mouth. Closed it again. And finally, with a breath that sounded a lot like defeat, he turned and walked away.
The moment he was out of sight, the weight she hadn't realized was pressing on her chest seemed to lift. Just a little.
She turned to (YN).
He was watching her, carefully. "You okay?"
She nodded. "Yeah."
"You sure?"
"Yeah," She said again, softer this time. "Thanks."
He gave her a small shrug, like it wasn't a big deal. Like standing between her and the past she'd tried to leave behind was just another thing on his to-do list.
But it meant something.
Everything? Maybe.
She glanced down at the bottle still in her hand, then back up at him. "You always show up when it counts."
"I just know where the soy sauce aisle is," He replied, for lightness, but his eyes hadn't lost their focus on her.
She smiled, even if it trembled slightly. "Well, I'm glad you do."
He reached out, gently took the bottle from her hand, and placed it in their cart like it was the most natural thing in the world.
And thenβwithout needing to say anything elseβthey walked back together.
Side by side.
His hands were on one end and hers on another and as they went through each aisle, he didn't notice how she inched them closer and closer.
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It was now Sunday afternoon.
Rain today, unlike the day before. Soft and steady. The kind that blurred the windowpanes and made the air smell like clean fabric and warm dust.
Yubin was sitting cross-legged on the floor, a basket of laundry between them. He had just dumped a load fresh out of the dryer and was folding with the kind of focus only he could give to something so unimportant.
She watched him roll his sleeves up to the elbow and shake out one of his shirts. Neatly, efficiently, he folded it in thirds. No crease out of place.
"You're weirdly good at this," She said, teasing.
"I like clean lines," he murmured, not looking up.
"You should teach a workshop," She added, "Calming laundry."
"Only if you sign up."
She laughed, light and surprised at how warm it felt to hear him say something so simple like it meant something.
And then he handed her one of her shirts, neatly folded, lavender-scented, and said, "Yours."
"Do you remember anything else from highschool?"
He looked up from the cloth, "Why the sudden ask?"
She wrinkled the bridge of her nose slightly, "Just trying to make small talk."
(YN) gave a soft hum, leaning back on his hands. "I remember a lot of things. You making a scene over the vending machine eating your coins. You winning the talent show even though you forgot half the lyrics. The time you convinced the homeroom teacher I stole your lunch."
"You did steal it," She replied with a grin, reaching into the laundry basket for a towel.
"I did not. I borrowed it."
"You didn't give it back."
"That's not how food works."
Their banter floated in the quiet of the apartment, the rain a steady rhythm behind it. Outside, the world was gray and hazy, but hereβon the floor, with laundry between themβit felt brighter somehow.
Yubin tucked a folded pair of socks into the basket. "You remember a lot."
He shrugged. "I have a good memory."
She glanced at him then, and for a moment, it felt like they were seventeen again. Like nothing had changed. Except everything had.
Especially the way she looked at him nowβsofter, steadier. A kind of noticing that hadn't been there before. Or maybe it had. Maybe she just hadn't let herself see it.
She looked at his handsβhow carefully he moved, how unconsciously gentle he was with things most people didn't care about. Like her comfort. Her quiet. Her presence in his space.
He didn't rush her. Didn't ask for more than she could give.
And thatβmore than anythingβwas what made her chest ache a little.
He folded the last shirt and placed it neatly on the pile. "You thinking of something,Β Yubin?"
She froze, just for a second.
Because the way he said herβit wasn't laced with teasing or boredom or formality. It was gentle. Warm. Familiar in a way that felt carved from years of knowing her and still somehow rediscovering her each day.
And in that moment, she realized she didn't just like being near him.
Oh No.
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The next few days passed by in a blur of her crashing in and out of his place.
In the morning, they had jobs to attend to, meetings to participate in and reports to finish but when night fell, it was time for them to retreat into the small apartment he called home.
It had been raining for the past few days and nights and it looked like it wasn't going to stop on this particular night.
KNOCK! KNOCK!
There it was, the same familiar set of knocks she used on his door. If she were any stronger, she might've left a mark on his door already, multiple ones.
Then came the creak of the door as it opened.
Yubin looked forward to seeing him but never thought of seeing him in this state.
He looked tired, wrapped in a blanket and his face only showed dread.
He leaned against the doorframe like he barely had the strength to hold himself upright, hair slightly damp from what she could only assume was a brief trip to the convenience store, judging by the half-empty bottle of water sitting near the doorway. His eyes were rimmed with exhaustionβworse than usual. Not the quiet kind of tired she had grown used to, the kind born of long hours and late nights. This was different.
This was the kind of tired that lived in your bones.
"You're early," He said, voice hoarse like he hadn't spoken in hours. Or maybe just hadn't wanted to.
"Did something happen?" She asked, stepping in without waiting for an invitation, already shrugging off her coat. "You look like someone punched you in the gut."
He didn't answer right away, just closed the door behind her and shuffled back into the living room, trailing the blanket like a defeated ghost. She followed, concern building with each step.
The apartment was dimmer than usual. No music. No television hum. Just the gentle taps of rain outside and the soft, shuffling noise of him collapsing into the corner of the couch like it was a magnet pulling him in.
She sat beside him carefully, not too close but not far enough to feel like a stranger. "(YN)?"
He let out a long breath, one hand dragging down his face. "Just a rough day."
"Rough like. . .work rough? Or life rough?"
He let out something that almost sounded like a laugh, but it was hollow. "Bit of both."
Yubin studied him for a long second, then reached for the blanket and pulled it tighter around his shoulders, tucking it in without a word. He didn't stop her. Didn't even flinch. Just closed his eyes briefly like the gesture had done more for him than anything else could've.
They sat like that for a whileβhim hunched forward with his elbows on his knees, her beside him with both hands in her lap. She could've said a dozen things. Asked a dozen questions. But she didn't. Because whatever it was, it was heavy. And not everything needed fixing right away.
Instead, she nudged his shoulder gently. "You hungry?"
"No."
"Liar."
He cracked one eye open, met her gaze for a second, and shrugged.
"I'll make ramen," she said, standing.
"You always make it too spicy."
"And you always finish the bowl anyway."
He didn't argue.
And she took that as enough.
As she moved into the kitchen, she glanced back once, catching the way he watched her without realizing he was doing it. Something in his posture had loosened, just a little. Like her being there had let some part of the tension seep out.
And soon, (YN) fell asleep on the couch before the ramen even finished cooling.
He hadn't meant to. One second he was hunched over, blanket pooled around him, trying to keep up a weak conversation about something mundane and the next, his head had dipped to the side, body giving out.
Yubin stood there for a while, watching the slow, uneven rise and fall of his chest.
He looked pale. His lips a little dry. The skin under his eyes sagged with that familiar, worn-out gray that only ever showed up after days of running on too little sleep and too much responsibility.
She didn't have to touch his forehead to know he had a fever.
But she did anyway.
Gently, she knelt beside the couch and placed the back of her hand against his skin. It was warm.
"Idiot," She whispered, brushing a damp strand of hair off his forehead. "You should've said something."
He stirred a little under her touch but didn't wake. Only sighed and curled further into the blanket, like even asleep he didn't know how to ask for help.
Yubin stood and moved without needing to think.
She went through his cabinet and found a thermometer tucked away behind a box of painkillers, still sealed in its box. Of course he'd never used it. Of course he didn't own ice packs. But she made do with what she had, wetting a clean towel and folding it just so, placing it gently across his forehead like she'd done once for her little brother, years ago.
Then she reheated the ramen, now stiff and cold, keeping the heat low. But it wasn't meant for her.
Later, when the pot was simmering again, she returned to the living room with a glass of water and the meds she'd found. He was still out, head tilted at an angle, blanket slipping halfway off his shoulder.
She sighed and sat beside him on the edge of the couch, her hand moving almost instinctively to tug the blanket back up.
"You really don't take care of yourself when no one's watching, do you?"
He didn't answer, of course. But she liked to think maybe he heard her, even just a little.
She stayed like that for a whileβhalf-turned toward him, legs curled underneath her, fingers lightly brushing the edge of the blanket as she watched him sleep.
She could see it now. All the cracks he never let anyone else see. The quiet ways he held himself together. The solitude he wore like armor, convincing everyoneβmaybe even himselfβthat he didn't need anything more than peace and routine.
But he wasn't built to weather everything alone. No one was.
So she sat there. Quiet. Unmoving.
And for once, she took care of him. No questions asked. No jokes. No teasing remarks.
Just warmth.
Just presence.
Just her.
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When morning came, Jang (YN) was the first to stir.
He didn't shoot up or groan dramatically like people did in the movies. He just blinked, slow and bleary, as the familiar weight of a low fever pressed down on his body. His head throbbed dully, his throat dry, and it felt like something hot and uncomfortable had settled behind his eyes and noseβlike hell had spread across his sinuses overnight, stubborn and uninvited.
Still, he could make do.
He stared up at the ceiling for a while, letting the silence stretch. The apartment was still dim, the curtains drawn, soft gray light leaking in between the fabric. Rain again. He could hear itβthe quiet patter against the windows, steady and gentle. The kind of rain that made people stay inside and forget the world for a few hours.
His eyes drifted sideways, searching the room in that dazed, morning kind of way.
And then he saw her.
Yubin.
Asleep on the floor beside the couch.
She was curled up in a loose sweater, head resting against the edge of the cushion where his arm had been all night. Her hair was a little messy, like she'd given up on keeping it out of her face. One of her hands was closeβso closeβto his, barely a few centimeters apart, as if she had reached out sometime in the night and stopped herself just before touching.
His breath softened, each one after became light as if he was scared to take one since he didn't want her to move her head.
It was stupid, probably. She wasn't that light a sleeper. But still, something about the way she was curled up there, so close to him in a space that had always felt too quiet on its own, made him afraid to disturb the moment.
She looked. . .peaceful.
And maybe peaceful wasn't quite the right word. There were still faint shadows beneath her eyes, her brow still furrowed in the way it always was when something was weighing on her, but thisβthis quiet in-betweenβfelt like the closest thing to calm he'd seen on her since she showed up at his door that night.
And she had stayed.
He didn't know what he had expected when she first arrived, soaked from the rain, eyes glassy, voice too steady for someone who had just ended what was supposed to be the rest of her life. He thought maybe she'd cry. Maybe she'd talk. Maybe she'd leave after tea and silence.
But she didn't.
She stayed. And somewhere between the cold soup that was on the table and the sound of her telling him to stop being stubborn and take his meds, the ache in his chest shifted into something else entirely.
Something slower. Quieter.
He looked at her again, really looked. Her sweater sleeve had slipped down slightly, revealing the soft curve of her wrist. Her breathing was steady, the faint rise and fall of her shoulders syncing with the rain outside.
And her hand was still there, inches from his.
He could've reached out. Just that small distance. Let their hands brush. Let something, anything, cross that line between closeness andΒ more.
But he didn't.
Because he didn't know what she would do. Because he didn't trust himself not to feel too much. Because as much as part of him wanted to believe that maybe she'd turned to him not just because of familiarity or comfort or timing, he was still the boy who learned to love her quietly, patiently, always from a distance.
Then suddenly.
"You're awake? Should've told me so."
Yubin lifted her head, the hair blocking her face for a moment before she decided to push them back.
He decided not to speak, though he couldn't say anything from the ache in his throat.
"How are you feeling?" She asked, sitting up slowly.
"Bad." He managed to squeak out.
"Figured. I should make you something warm." She wiped the sleep from her eyes before she stood up slowly.
She grabbed the bowl on the table and retreated to the kitchen.
He stayed still on the couch, head resting heavy against the pillow, eyes following her as she moved through his apartment like she belonged thereβlike she always had. Her steps were soft but sure, sweater sleeves tugged past her wrists again as she filled the kettle, her motions quietly practiced. No panic, no fuss. Just her, already rinsing the bowl and setting it down like this morning was any other.
Maybe that was what got to him the most.
How easily she folded herself into his world, as if she knew exactly where everything went. As if her presence didn't unravel him slowly with each passing minute.
He turned his gaze back to the ceiling and listened to the clink of spoons, the low murmur of the kettle heating up. The light filtered through the rain-soaked windows in soft grays and silvers, painting the room in a palette that felt too much like how his chest felt.
Empty. Full. Somewhere in between.
"Drink tea," She called out gently a few minutes later, placing a steaming cup down on the coffee table. "No arguing."
He sat up slowly, wincing as the dizziness caught him off guard. But her hand was already there, steadying him with a light touch on his shoulder.
"You're still running warm," She murmured, brushing the back of her fingers against his temple. "Do you want to take more medicine?"
He met her eyesβtoo closely, too long. Her face was only inches away now, and he could see everything clearly. The way her lashes stuck together. The pink under her eyes. The slight puffiness from sleep.
A painful gulp was all he could do.
But she didn't pull her hand away. Not right away.
And when she finally did, it lingered just a beat longer than necessary.
"I'll grab the medicine," She said softly, voice quieter this time.
He watched her walk away again, and something about that momentβthat almost-touch, that almost-confession wrapped in mundane careβsettled into his chest like a stone. Heavy. Familiar.
Because this was how it always was with her.
He got the tea.
He got the medicine.
He got the closeness, the warmth, the pieces of her that she only showed in private moments.
But he never got the rest.
Never the kiss.
Never the hand held longer.
Never the words.
And still, even now, with her in his kitchen making him ginger tea like it meant nothingβhe loved her.
Silently.
Steadily.
He took a slow sip of the tea she brought back, now sitting beside him again.
"Better?" She asked.
He nodded once. "A little."
She smiled, not her wide one, but the one she saved for himβquiet and knowing.
"Good," She said, pulling the blanket higher over his lap. "Then rest. I'll be here."
And he did.
Because he always wouldβif she asked.
She got up and returned soon with a bowl of rice porridge.
He set the cup down and looked at her as she was scooping up a warm portion.
"You don't have to do this, y'know?"
She looked at him, spoon hanging mid-air.
"I know," She said. "That's kind of the point."
He blinked.
The porridge steamed gently in her hands, the scent of ginger soft in the air. She looked so at ease, kneeling there in front of him like this was something she'd done a thousand times. Like thisβtaking care of himβwas just another quiet rhythm in their strange, in-between world.
Her lips tugged themselves weakly into a smile, a sight that was rare for the past few weeks.
But it soon dropped when she saw something drop from his eye. Something glossy that quickly fell as if it wasn't meant to be seen in that moment.
A tear.
She froze.
The spoon stilled in her hand, breath caught somewhere in her chest as she watched that single tear slip down his cheek.
He didn't even seem to notice itβdidn't flinch or wipe it away. He just sat there, sat up against the couch, eyes a little too shiny, throat working like he wanted to swallow it all back.
She placed the bowl down slowly, quietly. Careful not to make a sound that might snap the moment in two.
Then, gently, she moved closer. Onto her knees. Then to a crouch right in front of him.
"Hey," She said, soft. "What's wrong?"
His lips parted, but nothing came out. Just a shaky exhale that sounded like it carried too many nights of silence. He shook his head, once. Then again, harder.
"Nothing," He said, barely audible. "It's nothing."
But it wasn't nothing.
She could see itβetched into every inch of his face, written in the tension of his jaw, the way he avoided her gaze like looking at her would only make it worse.
"Let yourself cry." She whispered.
He looked at her then.
And that's what broke her.
Because it was all there, finallyβevery ache, every word he never said, every moment he let her slip away because she was happy or about to be or trying to be. The weight of loving someone who never quite belonged to himβnot really. The weight of carrying that kind of love quietly, day after day.
"I didn't think it would hurt like this," He finally admitted, voice breaking around the edges. "You being here. Like this."
She didn't move.
Not yet.
Just letting the silence carry the weight of his words.
"Then why let me stay?" She asked, barely more than a whisper.
He laughed. It didn't sound happy.
"Because even if it hurts, Iβ" He cut himself off, pressing the heel of his hand to his eyes.
"Because I'd rather have you here like this than not at all."
Something in her chest caved in at that.
Her fingers reached out, hesitant, then sureβresting gently on his knee. "(YN)."
He looked at her through watery eyes.
"I stayed," She said, her voice steady now, grounded, "because I didn't want to go anywhere else."
He blinked at her.
"I didn't stay because I was lost. I stayed because when it fell apart, the engagement, the ceremony, everything. This was the only place that still felt like it could hold me." She paused.
"You were the only person who still felt likeΒ home."
He gripped the blanket tight and gripped to it like his last line of defence.
"Don'tβ" He whispered. "Don't say it."
Yubin looked at his eyes, and through them saw how long he'd waited, the ache he endured and the pain he had to patch up, alone.
"I love you."
For a secondβjust a breath, he didn't move.
Everything stopped.
The rain outside. The hum of the kettle. The quiet ache in his chest. It all seemed to still in that moment as her words settled into the space between them.
And then, finally, he breathed.
But it wasn't relief.
It was disbelief.
It was fear.
His fingers curled even tighter around the blanket, like it could shield him from her words, from the enormity of what she'd just said. Of everything he'd tried not to believe in, not to hope for, not to want.
"Don't," He repeated, voice weak. "You don't have to say that just because you feel bad. Just because you're here and Iβ"
"I'm not saying it because I feel bad," She said quickly, firmly. "I'm saying it because it's true."
He shook his head, slow and helpless. "But you were going to marry someone else."
"I know," She said. "And I thought I loved him. I really did. I wanted to. I tried to. But it was never easy. It was never this. It wasn't you."
He looked at her now. Really looked. Not the polished version of her that people saw in bright rooms and photos and champagne toasts. But this oneβquiet, tired, heartbreak still hanging around the edges of her smile. Honest.
And he wanted so badly to believe her.
"You can't just. . ." He swallowed hard. "You can't just show up and say you love me. Not after everything. Not when I've spent yearsβ"
"I know," She said, softer now. "I know you've been hurting. I know I've been unfair. But I'm not asking you to believe me all at once. I just. . .I just needed you to hear it. Even if you don't say it back."
His shoulders dropped, and for a moment, he didn't speak.
Thenβbrokenly, quietly, like something fragile cracking under too much weight.
"I've loved you for so long, Gong Yubin."
She blinked, eyes glinting with something newβsomething more than tears. And this time, it was her turn to freeze.
He let out a soft breath, one that carried years of silence and watching and waiting.
"I loved you when you were late to class in high school and you blamed your alarm even though I saw you buying tteokbokki on the way in. I loved you when you cried during that stupid commercial about the old man and the dog. I loved you when you were talking about your dreams like they were bigger than the sky."
He paused.
"I loved you even when you talked about him."
Tears now. In her eyes, in his.
"And I still love you," He said, voice trembling. "Even when I tried my hardest not to."
Yubin looked down for a moment.
Then she reached for him.
Not fast.
Not dramatic.
Just quietly.
The way love sometimes is.
Her hand found his.
Fingers interlaced through his.
And this time, he let it happen.
He didn't pull away.
Didn't stay silent.
He leaned forward, their foreheads almost brushing, his breath mingling with hers in the space that used to hold only silence.
"This hurts," He whispered.
"I know," she replied.
"But I want to try," He said. "If you do."
She nodded, the motion small and certain and said the words she thought she would never get the chance to say again.
"I do."
And there, with the rain still falling and the tea now going cold, they held each other as if that was always meant to happen.
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It was raining, too, that day. Years ago.
They had just left a campus building after an afternoon group projectβthe kind where no one really worked, and she'd done most of the talking while he quietly kept the PowerPoint from falling apart.
She didn't bring an umbrella. Of course she didn't.
So he held his over both of them, even though the wind kept tilting the rain sideways, and she kept tugging her sleeves over her hands.
"It's just water," She said, squinting up at the sky like she could challenge the storm itself. "It's not like I'm gonna melt."
And then she had smiled.
Not the kind she used on professors. Not the polite one for classmates. Just a real, crooked smileβhalf-annoyed, half-grateful, all Gong Yubin.
That was the moment.
The moment it started.
Not like a thunderclap. Not even like a spark.
Just. . .soft.
Gentle.
Like a door inside him had quietly swung open, and he hadn't noticed until the light came through.
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Back in the present, they settled on the couch.
He finished his bowl, his tea, and drank the medicine she'd insisted on. But he stayed quiet, still curled beneath the blanket like it was armor. Like it might keep everything inβhis fever, his thoughts, the ache she had just touched too deeply.
He kept to the edge of the cushions, body turned just slightly away. Not cold. Just⦠cautious.
Yubin sat on the other end.
Equally quiet.
Equally still.
The only sound between them was the hum of the rain on the glass and the faint clink of her spoon as she set the empty bowl on the table.
"You know," she said suddenly, her voice soft but sure, "I'm not gonna disappear. Even if you look away. I never will."
He didn't respond at first.
Just breathed in through his nose, slow and rough, like the words settled somewhere deeper than she meant them to. He closed his eyes for a momentβlike if he kept them shut, maybe he wouldn't have to feel so much all at once.
Then, without looking, he murmured, "You say that now."
"I say that because it's true."
Silence again.
But this time, something in it shifted.
And then he turned, finally. Just enough to glance at her from over the blanket's edge. She was looking at him the way she always had when she was seriousβchin slightly raised, brows soft, like she knew he was going to resist and was already ready to push gently past it.
He hesitated. Then.
"I don't know how to believe you."
"You don't have to," She said. "Just. . .stay here with me. Let it be true on its own."
She didn't reach for him. Didn't move closer.
But the space between them didn't feel as far anymore.
He let the blanket fall from his shoulder, just slightly.
Not a full answer.
But not silence either.
And somehow, that was enoughβfor now.
She didn't say anything more after that. Just leaned back slowly, sinking into the cushions again, arms folded loosely over her lap.
The rain kept falling, steady and low like a lullaby no one had asked for. It filled the room the way her voice hadβsoft and sure and hard to forget.
(YN) let his gaze drift forward again. His throat ached less now, or maybe he was just too tired to notice. But the fever lingered, a low warmth, making everything feel slowed down.
His eyes started to slip shut without meaning to.
He didn't remember leaning toward her.
But sometime between one blink and the next, his shoulder brushed hers. And she didn't move away.
If anything, she shifted just enough for him to settle against her more comfortably.
It wasn't muchβjust the press of sleeve against sleeve, the weight of quiet between them, his head tilted slightly in her direction. But it was enough for something to steady in his chest. Something fragile, but real.
"I'm still mad at you," He mumbled, eyes closed now.
She turned her head just a little, the corner of her mouth tugging up.
"I know."
"And I'm still scared."
"I know that too."
Silence again.
Then a soft sigh from him as he let his head rest more fully against her shoulder.
"I don't think I'll ever stop loving you," He murmured, the words so faint they almost got lost in the hum of the rain.
Yubin didn't speak. Didn't try to answer that with a promise or a kiss or anything grand.
Instead, she reached down, gently threading her fingers through his where the blanket had fallen away. She held his handβquietly, fullyβand didn't let go.
That was her answer.
Minutes passed. Maybe longer.
And eventually, they both drifted off like that.
Wrapped in silence.
Pressed together at the shoulder and palm.
No declarations. No grand gestures.
Just two people who had waited too long finally sharing a stillness that meant more than either of them could say.
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When Jang (YN) stirred awake the next morning, something felt different.
For one, he wasn't on the couch anymore. The familiar pull of his mattress beneath him, the soft give of his pillowβthis was his bed. His room. Quiet. Still.
He blinked slowly, breath shallow through his nose. The remnants of the fever were still there, clinging faintly behind his eyes, but dulled, softened by rest.
He shifted slightly beneath the blanket.
That's when he felt it.
A weight.
Not heavy. Not intrusive.
Just⦠there. At the other end of the bed.
He turned his head cautiously and blinked again.
Yubin.
She was curled up on top of the blanket, knees drawn to her chest, a second throw wrapped around her like a shell. Her back was to him, hair slightly tousled from sleep, shoulders rising and falling in an easy rhythm.
She hadn't left.
Not just the couch this time. Not even the living room.
She was here, in his room.
Forcefully might he add.
In her words, if she had to choose between the couch and his bed, it would have been the latter.
He let out a soft exhale, unsure if it was relief, disbelief, or something in between.
She'd insisted last night, even as he mumbled in half-conscious protest.Β "I'm not letting you hog the bed alone when you look like a dying plant,"Β she'd muttered, tugging the spare throw from the closet.Β "If you die in your sleep, I'm not gonna be all the way out on the couch when it happens."
Typical Yubin logic. Blunt, but mixed in with care she rarely said aloud.
He hadn't had the strength to argue. And now, in the quiet light of morning, he was glad he didn't.
For a while, he just watched the soft curve of her spine, the way her sweater had slipped slightly off one shoulder. Her breathing remained slow. Steady. She looked more at peace here than she had in days. Maybe weeks.
And maybe. . .so did he.
The fever had dulled the sharp edges in his chest, but not enough to erase the things he couldn't say. Not enough to stop the echo of her voice from the day beforeβ"I love you."Β Said like a confession, like a promise, like something she hadn't meant to say but couldn't take back.
He hadn't answered.
Couldn't, then.
And couldn't now.
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Gong Yubin fluttered her eyes open to the soft sound of the kettle whistling from the kitchen. She blinked up at the ceiling and it took a moment to remember exactly where she was. The bed beneath her felt lighter, softer than the couch she'd curled up on so many nights before.
She turned her head.
He wasn't there.
Just the faint warmth where he must have been. A shallow dip in the blanket, already beginning to smooth over. She sat up slowly, blanket slipping off her shoulders as she glanced toward the door.
He was up.
Her heart twisted with something that wasn't quite worryβbut wasn't far from it either.
She padded out of the bedroom on quiet feet, sweater sleeves pulled over her hands. The apartment was dim and cozy, early morning gray still pressing in through the windows. The kettle was whistling, just as she'd heard, and when she turned the corner, there he was.
Standing at the stove in the kitchen, blanket still wrapped over his shoulders like a cape. Hair a mess.
She leaned quietly against the doorframe, not saying anything right away. Just watching him reach out to turn the stove off, steam curling upward in slow spirals. He moved with the kind of practiced slowness that only came from fever and stubbornness.
When it was time for her to move, she did it carefully and silently.
She made sure his back was turned away when she wrapped her arms around his back.
He stiffened for just a moment.
Not out of alarmβjust surprise. Like the idea of someone reaching for him that way hadn't occurred in a while. Maybe ever. Especially not her.
Her arms were gentle, tentative at first, like she wasn't sure if she had permission. But she stayed there, cheek pressing lightly between his shoulder blades, and the silence between them shifted. Grew warmer. Thicker.
"I thought you were still asleep," he said softly, voice rough from both sleep and the remnants of his cold.
"I woke up," She murmured. "You weren't there."
His fingers twitched around the mug he hadn't poured yet.
"I didn't want to wake you."
"You didn't," She said. Then, softly after. "But I wanted to be where you were."
That nearly undid him.
Her hold around him tightened just slightly, and for a moment, he just stood there, eyes closing, the weight of her so close and real it anchored something deep in his chest.
He could smell the faint scent of her shampoo. Feel the warmth of her body soaking through his thin shirt. Hear the quiet rhythm of her breath against his back.
No one had held him like this in a long time.
Slowly, carefully, he reached up and rested one of his hands over hers where they were clasped near his stomach. Not pulling away. Not pushing forward. Just his hand over hers.
Like maybe, for the first time, he could allow himself to.
"You're not supposed to be taking care of me," He said, lips curving faintly into something close to a smile.
"I know," She whispered, still holding him. "But I want to."
Another silence. But this one didn't ache.
When she finally pulled back, he turned around slowlyβstill wrapped in the blanket like some feverish knight.
Their eyes met. And in that soft morning light, something between them settled.
.
They stayed like that for a while.
Not quite touching, not quite speaking. Just letting the silence hum between them like an old, familiar song.
The morning hadn't fully settled in yet. The rain outside had softened into a faint drizzle, just enough to blur the world beyond the windows. The apartment lights stayed off. It didn't need them. Everything was cast in that silvery gray that made the world feel slower, softer, like it had nowhere to be.
(YN) sat with his back sunk into the couch cushions, blanket still draped over his shoulders like armor. His tea had gone lukewarm, but he held it anyway, fingers curled around the ceramic like it grounded him.
Yubin was beside him. She usually sat closer when things were easy. Her knees were drawn up, and the sleeves of her sweater had swallowed half her hands. She was looking ahead, not at him, not at the window, but at something in between. Something she hadn't quite put words to yet.
"I think I'm starting to like this rain," She said after a long stretch of quiet.
He hummed. "Takes getting used to."
Another pause.
Then without turning to face him, with a voice quiet enough that it almost disappeared into the hush.
"Can I ask you something?"
He blinked once, eyes still fixed forward. "You just did."
She let out a breath that was more amused than annoyed. "Another question"
He turned his head, just enough to see her profile. "Alright."
She shifted slightly, still not looking at him. Her fingers were wringing the hem of her sleeve now, slow and methodical. Like they were nervous, but trying to pretend otherwise.
"When did you know?" She asked.
His brow furrowed faintly. "Know what?"
"That you. . .felt something. For me."
It didn't land like a surprise. Not exactly. It landed more like a ripple from a stone that had already been thrown a long time ago, the effects of it finally reaching the shore.
He didn't answer right away.
Instead, he stared down at his mug, the reflection of the window caught faintly on its surface. A soft breath left him, long, tired.
Her mouth parted slightly, but she didn't interrupt.
"I think it was just. . .one of those things that happen without you realizing it. A moment here, a moment there. You laugh at one of my stupid jokes. You rant about your day and make it sound like a story. You fall asleep on my couch without saying goodnight."
He looked over at her.
"And suddenly, you're the person I think about when my phone buzzes. The reason I can't listen to certain songs without being reminded of you. You're the one who makes this place feel. . .less empty."
Yubin swallowed hard, her eyes suddenly stinging.
"I didn't mean to stay," She whispered. "That night. I thought I was just going to cry a little and go home."
"I know."
"But I didn't want to leave. I kept finding reasons not to."
"I know that too."
She turned toward him slowly, knees still pulled up, chin resting lightly on them. "I think I've been falling for you, piece by piece."
He looked at her.
"In the way you made space for me without ever asking why. In how you remembered how I like my tea even though I never told you. In how you looked at me like I was something more even when I didn't know what I was."
She reached out then.
Not boldly. Not all at once. Just her hand, inching forward, until her fingers brushed hisβsoft and unsure.
He didn't move at first.
But then, wordlessly, he let his hand turn in hers. Let her fingers settle between his like they belonged there. And maybe they always had.
His hand was still a little warm from fever. Hers, slightly cold from holding her mug too long. The contrast made the contact feel even more fragile. Real.
They didn't say anything right away.
There was nothing left to explain.
Her head slowly lowering onto his shoulder, her hand still in his, and the sound of rain slipping down the glass like punctuation for a truth that didn't need to be spoken aloud.
This time, he didn't have to pretend it didn't matter.
This time, he let it happen.
And then, in another hus.
In another whisper that spoke louder than the whole universe.
"I love you."
.
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Five Months Later
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A couple of months had gone by, and his little apartment had quietly become theirs.
It hadn't happened all at onceβno sudden move-in, no dramatic boxes at the door. Just little things. A mug that appeared next to his in the cabinetβrounder, a shade of pale blue that clashed with his black one. A toothbrush, pink-handled, tucked neatly beside his in the bathroom cup. A cardigan thrown over the back of a chair. Her favorite snacks tucked between his ramen packs. A new kind of softness in the air.
Breakfast didn't feel lonely anymore.
Sometimes they talkedβhalf-asleep, bleary-eyed conversations about work or dreams or what they should cook that night. Other times, they didn't need to. The sound of eggs cracking, the kettle humming, and soft music from the speaker said enough. She'd pour him tea. He'd butter her toast. It wasn't about the food.
And the nights, those were different now too.
The couch still creaked when one of them shifted, but now, it creaked beneath both of them. Her legs tangled over his. Her head tucked into his shoulder. The quiet moments they used to fill with movie soundtracks and unspoken words now filled themselvesβwith shared breaths, occasional laughter, the kind of stillness that didn't need breaking.
The bed, once too big for someone who barely slept, had become the place where they lay facing each other in the dark. Where confessions came quietly, sometimes in the form of a sigh against a collarbone or a kiss to a temple. Where she would fall asleep holding his hand. Where he stopped dreaming about her because she was already there when he opened his eyes.
There were still bad days, of course. Moments when the past crept in uninvited. Ghosts of what almost was. Of who she almost married. But those moments were fewer now. Softer. Easier to face with someone who stayed.
One evening, as they were folding laundry togetherβhis practiced creases, her chaotic rollsβshe held up a wrinkled t-shirt and said with a grin, "You never taught that calming laundry workshop."
He smirked, eyes warm. "Still waiting for you to sign up."
She laughed, and he thought about how it used to be rare to hear her laugh like that. Like she wasn't holding back.
Now, it was just. . .part of the apartment's soundscape. Like the rain against the windows. Like her brushing her teeth next to him. Like the steady beat of a life they had built, slowly, honestly.
Not perfect. But theirs.
And when he looked at her, mug in hand, hair messy, wearing his old hoodie like it was hers, he realized he didn't miss the version of her from before.
My favorite thing about watching The Untamed bts clips is not yizhan and their antics, it's the way the other actors react to it. Especially when they're trapped in the third wheel role.
Liu Haikuan (Lan Xichen) always looks genuinely amused and I headcanon that he ships it.
Xuan Lu (Jiang Yanli) OBVIOUSLY ships it. She ships it so much even Temu can't compare.
Ji Li (Nie Huai Sang) and Yubin (Wen Ning) are either amused, annoyed, or resigned, depending on the clip.
But my favorite is Wang Zuo Cheng (Jiang Cheng) , he never knows wtf is going on and is always 70% confused 30% scared lmao.
My favorite clip of them is that one where YiZhan are shouting at each other from opposite ends of a table and Zuo Cheng is in the middle, looking at the camera like "mom, come pick me up"
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At this point i just live and breathe drama behind the scene pictures, especially The Untamed since they are so funny- It's chaotic. How on earth did they manage to film it in time?
All jokes aside, the whole cast is just amazingly talented and it's a shame that aside from Xiao Zhan and Wang Yibo, no one else has really "skyrocketed". There are so many talented people who deserve better roles, leading roles even.
