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She looks up from her phone. Waiting.

Your brain chooses this moment to be absolutely stupid. Maybe it's because you've been watching too much porn lately. Maybe it's because she's hot and you're flustered. Maybe you're just an idiot.

Probably that last one.

"I don't actually have my card on me right now," you say, and then your mouth keeps going without permission. "Is there maybe another way I could pay?"

It's a joke. Obviously a joke. You're going to laugh it off and go grab your wallet in like two seconds.

She doesn't laugh.

Just looks at you. Straight-faced. Expression completely neutral.

"Another way," she repeats slowly.

Oh fuck. Oh shit. Abort.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding—" You're already backing up, hands raised. "Bad joke, I'll go get my wallet right now, it's in my—"

"What did you mean?" She tilts her head slightly. Still no expression. "Another way to pay?"

Your face is hot. "It's stupid, it's this dumb trope from like, porn and stuff online, you know—" Why are you still talking? Stop talking. "The whole pizza delivery thing where the guy doesn't have money so they—and it's obviously not real, I didn't mean to—"

"So you were suggesting sex instead of cash." She says it like she's confirming your pizza order. Completely casual.

You want to die. "I wasn't—I mean, yeah, that's the trope, but I wasn't actually—"

"Okay."

Your brain short-circuits. "What?"

"Okay." She pockets her phone. Takes a step forward into your apartment. "Let's do that instead."

She's fucking with you. She has to be fucking with you.

"You're joking."

"Am I?" She takes another step. You take one back automatically. She's smirking now, just a little, and it completely transforms her face from professional to something that makes your pulse kick up. "You made the offer."

"I didn't—that wasn't an actual offer, I was joking—"

"Were you?" Another step. You're backing further into your apartment now and she's following, closing the door behind her with her heel. "Because you're still standing here. Haven't gone to get your wallet."

Fuck, she's right.

"I—"

"Here's what I think." She's close now. Close enough that you can smell her perfume, something light and sweet. "I think you made that joke because some part of you hoped I'd say yes. And now that I am saying yes, you don't know what to do with yourself."

Your back hits the wall. When did you run out of room?

"I don't—this doesn't actually happen in real life—"

"Doesn't it?" She's right in front of you now, looking up at you with dark eyes and that little smirk still playing at her lips. "Seems like it's happening right now."

Your heart is pounding so hard she can probably see it. "You're serious."

"Dead serious." Her hand comes up, fingers playing with the collar of your shirt. "Unless you actually want to go get your wallet? We can do this the boring way if you prefer."

This is insane. She's insane. This doesn't happen.

"What's your name?" you manage.

"Jiyeon." Her fingers slide down from your collar to your chest. "And you're going to want to remember that, because you'll be saying it a lot in the next hour."

Fuck it. Fuck it.

"Bedroom's down the hall," you hear yourself say.

Her smirk widens into a full grin. "Good choice."

She pulls you down the hall and you're stumbling after her like an idiot, brain still trying to catch up to what's happening. This is real. This is actually happening.

Jiyeon pushes you into your bedroom and you barely register the mess—clothes on the floor, unmade bed—before she's on you. Hands sliding under your shirt, pushing it up.

"Off," she says simply, and you obey without thinking.

Shirt hits the floor. She's looking at you now, eyes dragging down your chest, your stomach, lower. That fucking smirk is still there.

She's actually checking you out.

"Not bad," she says, like she's judging furniture. Then her hands are on your belt.

"Wait—" Your hands cover hers. "Shouldn't we—I mean—"

"What?" She looks up at you, tilting her head. "Having second thoughts?"

"No, I just—this is insane, you know that right? You don't actually have to—"

"I know I don't have to." She pulls your belt free in one smooth motion. "I want to. Now stop overthinking and let me work."

Your jeans hit the floor. You're standing there in your boxers, half-hard already, and she hasn't even taken off her shirt yet.

"That's not fair," you manage.

"What's not fair?"

"You're still dressed."

That smirk again. "So undress me."

Your hands are shaking when you reach for her. Stupid. You've done this before. But something about the way she's watching you makes you feel like a fucking virgin.

You grab the hem of her polo. She raises her arms and you pull it off.

Holy fuck.

Black bra. Simple, no lace or anything, but the way it's holding her—fuck. Her tits are perfect. Not huge but full, straining against the cups.

"Keep going," she says.

You reach for her jeans. Button, zipper, sliding them down her hips. She steps out of them and kicks them aside. Black panties matching the bra. Her legs are toned, thighs that you're already imagining wrapped around—

Focus.

"Lie down," she says, and it's not a request.

You sit on the bed. She pushes your shoulder and you fall back, head hitting the pillow. Then she's climbing on top of you, straddling your hips, and you can feel the heat of her through your boxers, through her panties.

She leans down and kisses you. Her tongue slides into your mouth and you groan, hands coming up to grab her waist. Her skin is soft and warm and she's grinding down on you, slow circles that have your cock throbbing.

"Already hard," she murmurs against your mouth. "That was fast."

"Your fault," you manage.

"Good." She sits up, still straddling you, and reaches back to unhook her bra. It falls away and her tits bounce free and you can't help but stare.

Perfect. They're fucking perfect.

She notices you staring and laughs. "You can touch them, you know."

You do. Both hands coming up to cup her tits, thumbs brushing over her nipples. They're already hard, pebbled peaks that make her breath catch when you circle them.

"Fuck," she breathes, grinding down harder. "That's good—"

You lean up and take one nipple in your mouth. She gasps, hand coming to the back of your head, holding you there. You suck and lick and she's rocking against you faster now, little sounds escaping her throat.

"Enough," she says suddenly, pushing you back down. "My turn."

She slides down your body. Hooks her fingers in your boxers. Pulls them down.

Your cock springs free and she pauses, just looking at it. You're fully hard now, tip already leaking, and the way she's staring is making you throb.

"Not bad at all," she says, wrapping one hand around your shaft.

The touch makes you gasp. She strokes once, twice, thumb swiping over the head and spreading the precum. Then she looks up at you with those dark eyes.

"I'm going to ride your face," she says casually. "And you're going to make me cum. Think you can handle that?"

Is she serious?

She's already moving, climbing up your body. Panties sliding off somewhere along the way. And then she's there, right above your face, her pussy inches from your mouth.

You can see everything. She's already wet, glistening, and the smell of her hits you—sweet and musky and making your mouth water.

"Well?" She's looking down at you, waiting.

You grab her thighs and pull her down.

Fuck yes.

The taste of her explodes on your tongue. Sweet and tangy and addictive. You lick up through her folds and she gasps, hips jerking.

"Oh fuck—" Her hands brace against the wall above your headboard. "That's it—"

You do it again. Slower this time, really tasting her. She's so wet already, coating your tongue, and you can't get enough. You find her clit and circle it, and her thighs tighten around your head.

"Fuck, right there—"

She's grinding down on your face now, using your mouth, and you're drowning in her. Your hands grip her ass, pulling her closer, tongue working her clit while she rides your face. Every breath is full of her scent, every sound she makes going straight to your aching cock.

"So fucking good with your tongue—" Her voice is breathy now, losing that confident edge. "Don't stop, don't fucking stop—"

You slide your tongue lower, dipping inside her. She's so tight, clenching around your tongue, and the moan she makes is desperate.

"Yes—oh god, fuck me with your tongue—"

You do. Fucking her with your tongue while your nose presses against her clit. She's dripping now, wetness coating your chin, your lips, and she's grinding so hard you can barely breathe but you don't care. All you care about is that taste, those sounds, the way her thighs are trembling.

"Gonna cum—" She's gasping now, rhythm getting erratic. "Fuck, gonna cum on your face—"

You focus back on her clit. Sucking it into your mouth, flicking it with your tongue, and she breaks. Her whole body goes rigid, thighs clamping around your head, and she cums with a sharp cry.

"Fuck—fuck—oh fuck—"

You can feel her pulsing against your tongue, gushing wetness, and you lap it all up. She's shaking through it, hands gripping the wall so hard her knuckles are white. You keep going, drawing it out, until she's pushing at your head.

"Too much—sensitive—"

She lifts off your face and collapses next to you on the bed, chest heaving. You're gasping for air, face covered in her, cock throbbing so hard it hurts.

Holy shit.

She recovers faster than you expect. Rolls over to look at you, takes in your soaked face and grins.

"Good boy," she says, and then she's kissing you. Tasting herself on your tongue. Her hand wraps around your cock again and you groan into her mouth.

"My turn," she murmurs, and before you can process that she's moving. Straddling your hips again, hand guiding your cock to her entrance.

Wait—

She sinks down in one smooth motion.

"Fuck!" You both say it at the same time.

She's so fucking tight. Hot and wet and squeezing your cock so tight you can't feel anything else. You grab her hips, fingers digging in, trying to process the sensation of being inside her.

"So fucking big—" She's panting, hands braced on your chest. "Stretching me so good—"

She starts moving. Slow at first, rolling her hips, and every movement has you seeing stars. Her pussy is gripping your cock so tight, so wet, and the sight of her above you—tits bouncing, head thrown back, lips parted—is almost too much.

"Jiyeon—fuck—"

"Yeah?" She looks down at you, grinning. "Feel good?"

"So fucking good—you're so tight—"

She picks up the pace. Bouncing now, really riding you, and the sound of skin slapping fills the room. Her tits are bouncing with each drop, and you can't look away. Can't think. Can only feel how fucking perfect her pussy feels wrapped around your cock.

"Touch me," she gasps. "Play with my tits—"

You do. Hands coming up to squeeze, to pinch her nipples, and she moans loud.

"Yes—fuck yes—so fucking deep inside me—"

She's taking your whole cock, every inch disappearing into her tight cunt, and you can see it—see where you're connected, see how wet she is, coating your shaft.

"Gonna make you cum," she pants, grinding down harder. "Gonna milk that cock—you want that? Want to cum inside this tight little pussy?"

Fuck. Fuck.

"Yes—god yes—"

"Then give it to me—" She's slamming down on you now, chasing her own pleasure. "Fill me up—want to feel you cum inside me—"

You're so close. Her pussy is clenching around you, so wet and hot and perfect. You thrust up to meet her, matching her rhythm, and she cries out.

"Fuck—yes—fuck me—"

It builds fast. Pressure coiling tight in your gut, balls tightening, and Jiyeon's moaning your name over and over.

"Cum for me—cum inside me—"

You do. Your orgasm hits like a fucking truck, hips slamming up as you empty yourself inside her. She grinds down, taking it all, and you can feel yourself pulsing, filling her, so much cum pumping into her tight cunt.

"Yes—yes—so fucking much—" She's still moving, milking every last drop, and her pussy is clenching rhythmically, squeezing you.

You collapse back, spent, and she slumps forward onto your chest. Both of you breathing hard. Your cock is still inside her, softening slowly, and you can feel the mess you made—your cum leaking out around your shaft.

She shifts slightly and more drips out. The sensation makes your breath hitch.

"Fuck," she murmurs against your chest. "That was good."

"Yeah."

She lifts her head to look at you, grinning. "You lasted longer than I thought you would."

"Thanks, I think?"

"It's a compliment." She kisses your jaw, then your neck. "Most guys would've blown in two minutes with me riding them like that."

Your hands are on her waist. Holding her. Her skin is so soft under your palms.

"Round two?" she asks, grinding down slightly. Your cock twitches inside her.

Something shifts in your brain.

"Yeah," you say, and your grip on her waist tightens. "But my turn now."

Her eyebrows raise. "Oh?"

You roll. She gasps as you flip her onto her back, pulling out in the process. More cum spills out of her, dripping onto your sheets, and she's looking up at you with wide eyes.

"My turn to be in charge," you say.

That smirk returns. "Took you long enough to find your spine."

"Shut up."

"Make me."

You kiss her. Hard. Claiming her mouth the way she claimed yours earlier, and she moans into it. Your hand slides between her legs, fingers pushing into her cum-filled pussy.

She gasps against your lips. "Fuck—"

"So fucking messy," you mutter, fingers working in and out. "Full of my cum and still so tight."

"Your fault—" Her hips buck up into your hand. "Came so much inside me—"

You pull your fingers out. They're coated in cum and her wetness mixed together. You bring them to her lips.

"Clean them."

She does. Takes your fingers in her mouth and sucks them clean, tongue swirling around them, eyes locked on yours the whole time.

Your cock is hardening again. Already. Watching her suck your fingers, tasting both of you mixed together, it's getting you hard again so fucking fast.

"Good girl," you say when she releases your fingers with a pop.

She grins. "What now?"

You grab her hips. Flip her over onto her stomach.

"Now I'm going to fuck that pretty throat of yours."

"Big words," she says. "Think you can back them up?"

You grab her hips and pull her to the edge of the bed. Her legs dangle off the side, toes barely touching the floor. Then you walk around to face her.

Your cock is right there, inches from her face. Fully hard again, tip already leaking.

"Open," you say.

She does. Mouth falling open, tongue out, and fuck—the sight of her like this. Ready and waiting.

You push in slowly. Just the tip at first, resting on her tongue. She closes her lips around you and sucks gently.

"Wider," you tell her. "I'm going to use that throat."

Her jaw drops open more. You grab the back of her head with one hand, the other braced on the bed beside her, and slap it a few times on her tongue.

Then you push in deeper.

The heat of her mouth hits you instantly. Wet and soft and perfect. You slide in further, past her tongue, and she gags slightly when you hit the back of her throat.

"Breathe through your nose," you mutter, holding there for a second. "Relax that throat."

She does. Takes a breath and you feel her throat relax around you. You push in more and she takes it, eyes watering but not pulling away.

"Good girl. Take this fucking cock."

You start moving. Slow thrusts at first, watching your cock disappear into her mouth over and over. Her lips are stretched around you, drool already starting to leak from the corners of her mouth.

"So fucking pretty like this," you grunt. "Mouth full of cock."

She moans around you and the vibration makes you thrust harder. Deeper. You hit the back of her throat and she gags, throat clenching around your tip, but you don't pull out. Just hold there until she adjusts.

"That's it. Choke on it."

You pick up the pace. Really fucking her throat now, both hands on her head, holding her in place while you use her mouth. She's gagging with every thrust, drool pouring down her chin, tears streaming from her eyes.

The sounds she's making—wet and obscene, gurgling around your cock—it's fucking perfect.

"Such a good little slut," you pant. "Taking my cock so deep in that throat."

Your balls slap against her chin with each thrust. She's trying to breathe between strokes, gasping when you pull back, and her hands grip the sheets.

You pull out completely. She gasps for air, drool connecting your cock to her lips in thick strings. Her makeup is ruined, mascara running, lips swollen and shiny.

"Fuck," she croaks, voice already rough. "You weren't kidding."

"I'm not done yet."

You push back in and she takes it. No hesitation. Just opens wide and lets you fuck her throat harder than before. You're not gentle anymore—don't need to be. She can take it.

The wet, sloppy sounds fill the room. Her gagging, your grunting, the slap of your balls against her face. It's so fucking dirty and she's loving it, moaning around your cock even as she struggles to breathe.

"Gonna cum soon if you keep that up," you warn, but you don't stop thrusting. "Want me to cum down your throat? Fill that belly with my load?"

She tries to shake her head but can't with your cock buried in her throat. Her hand comes up and pushes at your thigh.

You pull out. "No?"

She's coughing, gasping, drool everywhere. "Want it—" Another cough. "Want it in my pussy again. Please."

Fuck yes.

You pull her up by her hair. Not rough enough to hurt but enough to make her gasp. Then you're kissing her, tasting yourself on her tongue, and she moans into your mouth.

"On your hands and knees," you tell her. "Now."

She scrambles to obey. Gets on all fours on the bed, ass in the air, and looks back at you.

Her pussy is still a mess from before. Your cum has dripped down her thighs, dried in some places but still wet where it's leaking out of her. She's so fucking wet, glistening in the light.

You kneel behind her on the bed. One hand on her ass, the other guiding your spit-soaked cock to her entrance.

"Beg for it," you say.

"Please." No hesitation. "Please fuck me. Want that cock so deep inside me."

"More."

"Please—" Her voice breaks. "Need you to fuck me hard, wreck this tight little pussy, fill me up again with your cum—"

You slam in.

She cries out, back arching, and you're buried balls deep in one thrust. So fucking tight still, even with your cum already inside her. Hot and wet and squeezing your cock like she's trying to keep you there.

"Fuck!" She's gripping the sheets. "So deep—oh my god—"

You don't give her time to adjust. Just start pounding into her, hips slapping against her ass with each thrust. The sound of it echoes through the room—skin on skin, wet and loud.

"This what you wanted?" you grunt, fingers digging into her hips hard enough to leave marks. "To get fucked like a slut?"

"Yes—fuck yes—"

Her ass bounces with each impact. You watch your cock disappearing into her pussy over and over, coated in white from your first load mixed with her wetness. It's so fucking messy, dripping down both your thighs.

You lean forward, pressing her face down into the mattress. The angle changes and you go even deeper. She's practically screaming now, muffled by the bed, and her pussy clenches around you.

"So fucking tight," you pant. "Squeezing my cock so good."

"Harder—" Her voice is muffled but desperate. "Fuck me harder—"

You do. Pounding into her with everything you have. The bed is shaking, headboard hitting the wall, and she's taking every inch like she was made for it.

One hand slides up her back, feeling her arch under your touch. Her skin is slick with sweat. You grab a handful of her hair and pull, lifting her head up.

"Who's fucking you this good?" you demand.

"You—fuck—you are—"

"Say my name."

She does. Moans it over and over while you rail her from behind. Your name mixed with curses and desperate pleas for more.

Your other hand comes down hard on her ass. The slap echoes and she clenches around you, crying out.

"Again," she gasps. "Spank me again—"

You do. Over and over, watching her ass turn pink under your hand. Each slap makes her pussy clench, makes her moan louder, and fuck—she's loving this.

"Such a dirty girl," you growl. "Love getting spanked while taking cock?"

"Yes—love it—love your cock stretching me—"

You're getting close. That familiar pressure building in your gut, balls tightening. But you want to see her face when you cum.

You pull out. She whines at the loss but you're already flipping her over, pulling her to the edge of the bed. Her legs wrap around your waist automatically and you slam back in.

"Oh fuck—" Her head falls back. "Yes—"

This angle is perfect. You can see everything—her tits bouncing with each thrust, her face flushed and sweaty, her pussy stretched around your cock. And she can see you too, watch you fuck her.

"Look at me," you command. "Want to see those pretty eyes when I fill you up."

She does. Locks eyes with you and doesn't look away even as you pound into her. Her mouth falls open, desperate little sounds escaping with each thrust.

"Gonna cum," you warn. "Gonna fill this tight pussy with another load."

"Please—" Her nails dig into your back. "Want it so bad—need to feel you cum inside me again—"

You're so close. Her pussy is clenching rhythmically now, so wet and tight and perfect around your cock.

"Touch yourself," you grunt. "Cum on my cock."

Her hand flies between you, fingers working her clit frantically. Within seconds she's right there, you can feel it in how she's tightening around you.

"Fuck—I'm gonna—"

"Do it. Cum for me."

She does. Her whole body seizes up, pussy clamping down on your cock so hard you can barely move. She's crying out your name, shaking through it, and that's what pushes you over.

"Fuck—Jiyeon—fuck—"

You slam in deep and cum. Hard. Emptying yourself inside her for the second time, adding to the mess already there. So much cum pumping into her tight cunt, and she's still pulsing around you, milking every drop.

"Yes—yes—fill me up—so much cum—"

You keep thrusting through it, working every last bit out of your balls until you're completely spent. When you finally stop, both of you are gasping for air, sweaty and exhausted.

You pull out slowly. Cum immediately starts leaking out—your second load mixing with the first, dripping onto the sheets. There's so fucking much of it, coating her thighs, making a mess.

"Fuck," she breathes, looking down at herself. "You really filled me up."

"Twice," you point out, collapsing beside her.

She laughs, breathless. "Yeah. Definitely twice."

You both lie there for a moment, catching your breath. Her hand finds yours and squeezes.

"So," she says eventually. "Worth the twenty-four dollars?"

You laugh. Can't help it. "Definitely worth it."

"Good." She rolls onto her side to face you, grinning. "Because I'm keeping the pizza too."

She grabs your hand, thumb tracing lazy circles on your palm.

"Your sheets are ruined," she says after a moment.

You glance down. She's not wrong. There's cum everywhere—on the sheets, on her thighs, probably on you too. The whole bed is a disaster.

"Worth it," you say.

She laughs. Sits up slowly, wincing slightly. "Fuck, I'm gonna feel that tomorrow."

"Good."

"Cocky now, aren't you?" She stretches, arms over her head, and you can't help but watch. Even exhausted and covered in mess, she's gorgeous.

She notices you staring and smirks. "Already?"

"Just looking."

"Sure." She swings her legs off the bed, stands up. More cum drips down her thighs and she makes a face. "Okay, I need a shower. Where's your bathroom?"

You point. "Down the hall, first door on the left."

She walks toward it, completely naked and unbothered, and you just lie there watching her go. The confident sway of her hips, the curve of her ass, the mess you made dripping down her legs.

The shower turns on. You hear the water running, her moving around.

You should probably get up. Change the sheets at minimum. But moving feels impossible right now.

Your phone buzzes on the nightstand. You grab it.

Three texts from your roommate:

dude are you alive

heard some WILD shit through the wall

staying at shion's tonight you're welcome

You laugh and toss the phone back down.

The shower shuts off. A few minutes later Jiyeon emerges, hair damp, using your towel. She's still naked.

"You have a washing machine?" she asks.

"Yeah, why?"

"My uniform's sweaty as hell. Mind if I throw it in?"

"Go ahead."

She disappears again. You hear the washer start up.

When she comes back, she climbs onto the bed—the dry corner that's not completely destroyed—and lies down next to you.

"So," she says. "This is weird, right?"

"Extremely."

"Good weird or bad weird?"

You think about it.

"Good weird," you decide.

She grins. "Yeah. Good weird."

You're both quiet for a bit.

"My shift ends in like an hour," she says eventually. "Technically I'm still on the clock."

"Seriously?"

"Yep. Longest delivery ever." She's trying not to laugh. "My boss is probably having an aneurysm."

"Are you gonna get fired?"

"Maybe." She doesn't sound concerned. "Worth it though."

"Keep saying that."

"Because it's true." She rolls onto her side to face you. "Besides, I know where you live now. Can always come back."

"For my amazing personality?"

"For the dick." She says it so casually. "Your personality's just a bonus."

You laugh. Can't help it.

"Same time next week?" you offer.

"Make it two days." She leans in and kisses you. Soft this time, almost sweet. "I'm impatient."