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“Fall in-ahhh into corruption, Bles-fuck Blessed One.”

The only thing you remember is that you were finishing up the cleaning of the monthly charity event conducted at the local church together with 2 extremely hot female volunteers, before passing out due to exhaustion. And the next thing you know, you're in your current plight.

Asa was it? The cunt of one of the two volunteers is currently stuffed in your face, getting wetter and sloppier with every thrust your oral muscle makes. Her sex’s musky scent floods your nose as you take in whiffs of aphrodisiac, savouring each and every breath. It’s heavy and intoxicating, and you're suffocating. And it's not getting any better as Asa’s thighs are clamped right on both sides of your head, constricting and squeezing tighter with every passing second.

“Look at you, soooo~ hard. So much for being the Chosen One.”

Mina. The other female volunteer. And right now, your dick throbs and leaks as Mina lazily pumps it with her deft hands.

You’re in need of oxygen and you whimper, but Asa is pushing her entire body on your face, grinding her cunt on your pistoning tongue-dildo. You're pinned onto the cold concrete floor as both succubi mount and restrain you, using your body to their desires.

“Gosh, look at the amount of holy water he’s producing. I’ve never preyed on such a holy one before. The others that I’ve corrupted before could only last less than 5 minutes. Looks like we’ve hit the jackpot, Asa.”

You hear Mina’s sultry voice through the non-existent gaps between Asa’s thighs and your head as you continue leaking from her pumps.

As God’s blessed one, you have a will that is hard as iron and firm as concrete, but it isn't enough. Whatever it is, with every snap of Asa’s hips, the sweet nectar that floods your mouth is corroding and disintegrating that prized unbreakable will of yours. That same drug that dulls your mind and mobility also makes your sex organ grow larger and harder than it could ever be.

Mina quickens her pumps and jerks your leaky cock faster as Asa increases the pace at which she's riding your face. Your moans are suppressed into whimpers as Asa trembles and shakes around your head. Just as you begin to fall into unconsciousness from the lack of oxygen, a warm spray of liquid crashes into your debased visage, shocking you into a choking, spluttering mess. Asa thrashes and writhes as she orgasms violently around your face, moaning and shrieking as she continues to rub her convulsing cunt on your tongue.

Maybe it is your god’s salvation, but through the irregular movements of her orgasm, gusts of fresh air surged into your nose, bringing you back from the gates of hell.

“F-fucking hell, this debauched tongue is so fucking good, Mina. We need to keep this one alive, as our toy.”

“Mmmm… look at this cock, leaking so much sacrilegious juices. Such a perfect cow for us to enslave and milk. With this constant supply, we’ll be able to ascend to being Queen Succubi sooner than later.”

Right as the horrifying words of enslavement enter your ears, a wet heat engulfs your throbbing shaft. Mina jams her entire throat onto your cock, plump lips clamping around its base as she sucks you hard.

Will corroding, you let out a guttural moan as Mina assaults your dick orally, bobbing her head up and down with vigor. She's pumping her throat as though she has been starving for months. You're on cloud nine. You don't want to admit it, but you have never felt such pleasure before. Never in your entire life as a Blessed One have you been allowed to experience the pleasures of lust, especially since it is one of the deadly sins. As much as your mind wants to reject this unholy act, your body gracefully accepts.

Asa lifts her cunt off your head and stands up with trembling legs. You take the opportunity to gasp and feast on the air that you have been deprived of, to extend and prolong whatever cursed or blessed fate that awaits you.

As Mina gags and chokes on your cock, Asa squats down and lifts your upper body, propping you into a half seated position. She positions herself behind you and seats down, allowing your upper body to fall backwards and slump onto her naked body. You feel Asa’s tight perky nipples pressing hard on your back as your face flushes red.

“Mmmm, look at Mina. Look at her eyes as she fucks your hard cock with her slutty throat. Doesn't it feel so tight?” Asa’s two hands circle in front of you and hover right above your nipples. With her nails, she scratches both of your nipples lightly and you let out a small moan as you feel your cock tingle.

Giggling, she continues to flick her fingers up and down, sending a constant stream of additional pleasure to your dick. As Mina continues to slobber and thrust on your cock, her throat clenches and squeezes in a variety of patterns. Your mind is melting from the ecstasy of stimulation that both your upper and lower body is experiencing as you feel an unfamiliar pressure building up within you.

“S-stop p-plea-se…I-I’m goin-g to p-pee!” You beg as you liken a sensation that's building up within you to the feeling of urination.

“Pee? I guess~ you’ve never cummed before huh~ Mina look, you really hit the jackpot! This virgin load is going to let you rise in rank immediately~”

“Go on, let it all out. Surrender your mind to lust and cum your heart out~ We’ll make sure you feel so good baby~”

Asa’s words echo in your mind as the pressure wells up. The gagging and slobbering surges into a cursed sonata that corrupts your mind as you digest and recite the newfound word deliriously.

“Cum cum cum cum cum…”

Asa keeps whispering the new vocabulary into your ears till you recite the mantra together with her.

“Cum. Cum. Cum. Cum. I-I w-want to cum… please I’m going to cum!”

“Cum. Cum. Cum. Cum. Cum. Cum. Cum.”

With every repeated recitation, the advent of your orgasm approaches and you chant the word faster and faster. Sensing the collapsing dam, Mina reciprocates and pistons her head on your cock with peaking speed, with a determined desire and appetite to drink and consume her potion of advancement to become a Queen Succubus.

Sparing no effort, she swirls her tongue around your cock as she throat you, which sends you tipping over the edge. Your whole body clenches for the first time in your entire life as you spew out your very first stream of cum. Unfazed, Mina smirks triumphantly as she constricts her throat to siphon every single drop of virgin cum that your pulsating erection ejects.

Throughout the repeated expulsion of your blasphemous liquid, your airy breaths transition into long defeated gasps as you pray to your God for salvation and hope that the nightmare is over. But you're devastated. Your prayers come unanswered. You’ve always received a revelation and an answer immediately right after your prayer, but this time, nothing.

You have been abandoned.

You're no longer the Blessed One.

You're tainted.

A sultry laughter shoots through your head as Mina chuckles and licks up the drop of sticky white fluid that escaped her mouth.

“Salvation? Oh blessed one, or should I say, fallen one. You have been abandoned by your god and now, we are your salvation. This is just the beginning.”

Asa stands up from behind you and your weakened body crashes flat.

“Stand up. Get on all floors you slut.”

At Mina’s orders, your body instantly obeys and scrambles into position. It doesn't make any sense. Even though you have been abandoned by your God, your Holy Powers still remain and manipulation should not happen. Did Mina really advance into a Queen just from drinking your cum?

Mina peacocks right in front of you, lounging herself down on the ground. Legs spread wide, she raises her arm and curls her finger, beckoning you towards her. “Come, crawl over here like the pathetic dog you are and eat my cunt.”

Head slightly raised, you clamber and grovel towards her warm inviting cunt, diving right into it. As you stuff your face into Mina’s cavern, Asa kneels down behind you. “What a good puppy, look at your tail, still so hard. Makes me wanna play with it so much.” She grabs on to your hanging dick, and bends it all the way towards her. You are unable to see yourself right now, but you can only imagine how pathetic and degenerate you look. Holding your dick horizontally, you look just like a worthless puppy with your dick-tail sticking out backwards. Giggling, Asa pushes her face towards your tip as you part her lips, sinking you deep into her esophagus.

In your animalistic derogatory state, you’re assailed on both ends, as Mina manhandles your head into her cunt all while Asa garbles and gurgles all over your cock. “How does this Queen’s pussy taste, you slut. Drink and lap my juices like the immoral dog you are. Surrender to your inner desires and make your Queen cum all over your pathetic face.”

With every slam into her snatch, she gets progressively wetter as she coos and shrieks at your oral onslaught. You feel the same pressure build up in your waist as Asa throats you and your thighs begin to tremble and shake at the impending pleasure of release.

Without any warning, Mina quakes and your face is greeted with a tsunami of pleasure. She shrieks as her core clenches and pulses, body emptying her elixir to make way for ecstasy. Her voice acts like a drug sends you on a train of arousal as you near your own peak.

You ready your mind for the same euphoric pleasure that you were introduced to earlier as your eyes roll to the back of your head with Asa’s throat fucking. But she releases your cock from her mouth with a wet plop.

“Nuh-uh~ I want your cum deep in my pussy. I want you to breed me and make me your Queen.” Asa purrs. Making way, Mina stands aside as Asa flips you back onto your back, crossing her leg around your waist. You inch your head upwards slightly and see Asa towering her pussy right above your edged erection. As she sinks herself onto you, you feel yourself splitting her went cunt apart, and your dick dissolves into her tight wet heat. Sheathing herself completely into you, she places her two hands onto your chest for support as she readies herself to fuck you. Raising herself right to your tip, she slams her firm ass down hard.

Rhythmic slaps form the beats of a musical score, the musical score of your defilement as Asa etches corruption deep into your corroding soul. Mina isn't idle either. With the consumption of your virgin cum, she has long ascended into the status of a Queen. She hovers her lips over yours, and smashes it down onto you. You feel her saliva flow into your stomach, which you instinctively crave and thirst for more. You don't know if it is your weakening blessing from God or Mina’s saliva, but whatever concoction the Queen is feeding you is heating up every inch of your body. You're getting increasingly aroused and horny despite ejaculating once earlier, and your balls feel as though they are boiling as they go into overdrive, presumably from Mina’s saliva, manufacturing out more semen for the sake of Asa’s evolution to a Queen.

“That's it, right there, you're filling me up so well.” Asa moans and coos as she continues to slam her cunt unto you. You can feel every vein of your cock scraping every ridge of her unimaginably tight walls, as both of your moans mix with the growing friction between your sexes, forming a sledgehammer that destroys whatever semblance of pride or will you have left. It's humiliating how you have been corrupted, defiled and degraded into a useless moaning slut, but you can't help as the euphoric pleasure grows and sprouts into a seed of addiction within your heart.

As you fall and descend further into corruption and further away from salvation, your body ascends into degeneracy with every bounce from Asa. The holy power within is stripped off, corrupted and converted into a raw animalistic need for more sexual pleasure and gratification, as an unknown strength surge into you. Filled with the cravings of sexual pleasure, your previously suppressed arms find its way onto Asa’s waist as you grab on to her slim tight hips.

“Fuck, Asa-you’re s-so fucking hot,” you groan as these filthy words rips from your mouth involuntarily. Looking at your degenerate state, Asa bends towards your ears and moans, “There we go. Accept the sins of pleasure and fucking pump your fat hard cock into my cunt. Breed and make me your Queen.”

Mina lifts herself off your lips and struts between your two spread legs. As you piston your hips up into Asa’s cunt, Mina conjures a penis in replacement of her vagina. Kneeling down, she grabs your hips and lines her tip right at the entrance of your puckered hole. In a single thrust, she slams her saliva lubed cock right into you, filling your rectum right to the brim.

You roar at the penetrative invasion of her cock into your anus, which clenches around the warm erection. Snapping her hip back, Mina pushes and slams back into you repeatedly as you lose whatever control you had over Asa earlier. Asa gathers her bearings at your loss of domination and slapped your cheek.

“Get ready, because we’re going to make sure you cum so hard that you fill my entire belly with your baby milk.”

Asa placed her two hands around your neck tightening her grip around your windpipe, constricting it. She raises her hips once more and slams down hard. You're being ravaged in the ass by Queen Mina while Asa slams herself down concurrently. The restricted airflow sends your mind into a haze as you convulse and gasp from the shockwaves of pleasure.

Mina hasn't just been sensely fucking your ass. She angles each of her thrusts into your gaping hole differently each time, as though she was searching for something.

There it is. She tilts her waist slightly lower than before and strikes upwards into your ass hard. Her tip jams into a particular spot which shakes your mind and you let out a cute breathy moan. Finally finding your prostate, Mina smirks and commences her thrusting into that same exact spot with newfound vigor.

You cannot see the insides of Asa’s pussy, but you leak precum copiously into her bouncing womb with Mina’s every stab onto your prostate, pounding it into a mush. Although not as effective as virgin cum, every milliliter of your essence was stimulating her royal promotion and growth, enhancing her strength as time passed.

Asa tilts and leans back onto Mina’s shoulders. Alternating their motions, she slams down hard as Mina draws her cock out. As Asa lifts her hips, Mina slams back into you and rearranges your guts. Your mind unravels and rearranges as per their whims. Asa tilts and turns her head, wrapping her hands around Mina’s face, cupping her cheeks and pulling her in for a passionate kiss. You drool and your tongue droops out of your mouth as you take in the sight of their oral fight for dominance while they continue to abuse your cock and boy pussy.

You shake as the pleasure grows and surge throughout your body with every passing second. Both of them are a dizzying blur of motion, pussy tugging, cock pistoning.

“Oh my, Mina! Look! He’s going to blow! Look at him shake!” Asa squeals.

“Fucking hell! C'mon, give it to her. Make her your Queen, you pathetic slut! Give her every fucking drop of your cum!” Mina growls in a low roar as she jackhammers into your prostate.

And then it strikes. Your mind shatters and your vision whites out. You scream and let out an inhuman roar, hips bucking uncontrollably. The spasming jerk throws both of the succubus’ paces off but they clamp down on you, powering through with their inhuman strength.

You shoot waves after waves of cum right into Asa’s pussy as she continues to bounce and milk every single drop of your baby juice. Painting every inch of her walls white with every shot, Asa moans as you warm her insides up, sending her into heaven - or hell - as you sense her aura growing stronger while she evolves into a Queen.

However, Mina doesn't stop. She continues pistoning in and out of your ass as her moans grow increasingly louder. “Fuck, your ass. So fucking tight. I’m going to fucking creampie your fucking ass you man slut!”

As she chases her high, your body shakes and continues convulsing from the assault on your prostate. Several more thrust is all it takes for Mina to cum deep into your guts. She pistons and slams as she unloads her semen into you, filling you to the brim. The blistering heat and thrusts sends your extra sensitive body over the tip once again as you cum for a third time, albeit weaker as whatever remaining cum you have left dribbled and oozed out from your tip.

Pulling out from your ass with a plop, you slump down onto the ground as Mina’s cum leaks out of your anus. You lie there in a mess, a mixture of Asa’s juices and your cum all over your exhausted waist.

“Gosh you're such a dirty mess. I guess it's time for a shower.” Asa stands and towers above your limp cock and begins rubbing her clit. Don't worry, I'm going to give you a shower so that all your sins can be washed away.

At the same time, Mina grabs your cock and begins to rub the tip with her palm, in circular motions. “You're going to fucking squirt like a slut for me~”

Extremely sensitive, your tears flow out with no hesitation as you writhe and thrash from the overstimulation. Mina holds you in place with her feet as she continues to rub your tip, a while Asa jams her fingers into her cunt.

You never expected yourself to squirt so quickly. You feel a burning sensation well up in your cock as something gushes and splashes out. Mina laughs evilly as she continues to rub your spraying tip as transparent fluid rained upon you as you convulse. At the sight of your debasement, Asa shrieks and squirts all over your face, showering you with her torrential juices.

***

The suite door slams shut, echoing across the empty hallway. Inside, Rei and Liz lie wrecked on the bed. Angry welts of whip marks streaking across their skin, nipple bells swollen and purple from clamps, reins tangling around their choking necks. Their bodies are glazed with sweat, their lips are swollen, and their cunts leak pearly streaks of cum onto the soaking sheets. Thighs trembling in aftershocks, Rei looks at your leaving figure with worshipping fluttering eyes. Liz’s frame heaves and falls, with milky creamy cum spread across her full lips, dripping and flowing down her perky tight chest.

Another flawless breaking. You’ve owned every hole, every scream, edging them till they were begging, teasing them till they were convulsing. Only when they completely shattered did you grant them release.

Yet… as you stride down the hallway, the rush evaporates all too fast. Your cock is drained, pride is overflowing, and your ego is swelling, but an ever-expanding void gnaws at your chest. Feelings of emptiness and hunger grow. Perhaps it's because you've devoured it all: tight cunts clenching around you, throats engorged with your length, asses marked with your strikes. Every season ends with perfect submission.

And every season precedes another, with endless troves of unclaimed girls spreading far and wide for you, wanting, leaking and begging to be broken. But still, that hollow hunger rises and fades right before it can take form.

You want it.

No, you need it.

You thirst for it. Something, anything. Whatever to stoke your fading fire of lust.

…

Later that night, in a bar on the outskirts of the campus. Whatever sex and females that could not fill the void in your heart, you hope that alcohol would.

“Another pint…”

“What's with you today, Council Master?” Minju bends her slender upper torso onto the bar counter, head propped on her palm, luscious ass sticking outwards.

“Nothing much, just feeling drained from work.” The standard reply that you give to everyone drones from your lips.

“Hmmm… that's so unlike you~” Minju murmurs softly, finger tracing down her upper chest, dragging the jet black fabric down to expose her tantalising cleavage. “Want me to give you some consolation?”

Cock stirring at the sight, you heave a sigh in rejection. “Not today Minju, I'm really tired…”

“Then get yourself drunk on these two pints,” she clinks the glasses filled with the amber potions of forgetfulness, slamming them right in front of you. “On the house~”

You snatch one mug, downing it all in a single gulp, before smashing it back to the counter.

“You know… I've heard some rumors about the crumbling church on the edge of the city…” Plump ass facing you, Minju turns and leans closer, her voice singing sweet whispers of seduction and salvation. “They say that the church offers not simple priestly forgiveness, but a perfect release.”

“Oh?” Interest piques your groggy mind, eyebrows partially raised.

“Perfect absolution through the body,” Minju hums. “...No matter how black the sin…”

Your finger taps against the mug.

“Perfect Absolution…”

Time for a new hunt.

***

The heavy oak door creaks shut behind you, a boom echoing across the church. Raindrops pelts the roof, vibrations shuddering through the damp stone ground beneath your feet. Umbrella closed, you jam it right into the crumbling holder at the side before taking a deep breath.

Cold, damp air floods your lungs, thick with the smell of incense and burnt, melted beeswax, and the faint earthy smell of moss and rain seeps into your bones. For a moment, you debate about heading back home to warmth and comfort. But the rumors… perfect absolution. You came for a reason.

Blue moonlight fractures through the stained glass, shining on two figures in black robes. Right as your eyes rest and focus on them, they glide across, white headbands shimmering against the gloom. Their footsteps are light and silent as ghosts, slithering across the ground unnaturally before vanishing into the side aisle.

“Perfect Absolution…” lips curling up smugly, “let's see what you’ve got.”

You approach the confession booth, a single cramped cubicle tucked in the shadowy corner. Sliding the heavy wooden door of the confession booth shut behind you, its latch clicks with finality.

This isn't a traditional confessional — it's cramped and dominated by a high-backed chair, throne-like and ornate, carved with twisted figures of saints, and sinners locked in eternal torment. Ominous. The seat is narrow with designated thigh rests, forcing your thighs apart as you settle into it, the cold, polished wood pressing into your skin through your clothes.

Above you hovers a wooden partition with a lattice — like a suspended secondary seat or screen — lowered on silent hinges, its underside featuring a circular hole cut precisely at lap level, currently sealed by a sliding panel.

The air inside is thick, musty, laced with incense and something sharper, almost anticipatory. Then, shadows shift beyond the lattice at your eye level, but no faces appear. Only voices, two of them, feminine and unexpected. The nuns from earlier

“Bless you for seeking absolution, brother,” the innocent-sweet voice says, soft and lifting, carrying an undertone of honey dripping from the comb. Slender, tall. “We are here to receive your burdens, your sins. Confess it all, hold nothing back.”

“Every detail,” the sharp-commanding voice adds, deeper and commanding, laced with a predator-like hunger. “We must know the depths of your depravity in order to cleanse it all.” She's slightly shorter, but her chest stands out, huge breasts covered by the dark nun robe.

You lean back, smirking. This isn't what you expected from the rumors, but the thrill stirs your blood. You start with the Reindeer Games, voice low and arrogant, reenacting the dual selection in vivid strokes.

How you had both Rei and Liz on their knees worshipping your cock like the sluts they were. Rei’s lips gliding slick along your shaft, lubing and bubbling with spit as she took you down to the root. How you hypnotised Liz to flick her tongue across your cockhead, thighs soaking with her own slutty juices, begging to taste more.

You describe their bells. Tight, stiff and perky as you slobbered all over Liz’s chest. How she moaned and arched as you bit into her nipples while Rei drooled messily, wrapping her tits around your cock and pumping you with desperate rhythm.

The sweet, honeyed voice responds first with a soft, breathy moan, barely audible, but it goes straight to your groin, cock hardening painfully against your pants. The sharp, husky one follows with a low, approving purr.

You describe their sopping cunts next: legs spread wide as you jammed your fingers deep, tongue sliding across trembling pussies as they begged for release.

As the words spill out, a faint creak echoes from above, subtle, almost imagined. The partition hovering above lowers slightly, inch by inch, circular hole drawing closer to your lap. You blink, mind fogged by the heavy incense combined with the nuns’ growing mewls, chalking it up to imagination.

“Such wicked control,” the sweet voice murmurs, breathier now. “But tell us more. The way their bodies yielded, the desperation in their scents, the taste of their tears. How did Rei's throat feel when you choked her with your cock? Was Liz's cunt as tight as she begged it to be?”

You elaborate, memories flooding your hazy mind. Liz’s desperate tears flowing as you pounded her till she came — once, twice, more — relentless even as you lifted her legs, pinned her against the glass, fucking her convulsing body until she begged for mercy and fainted, cunt still spasming around you.

The partition creaks again, even lower now, the hole just hovering right above your crotch. You shift uncomfortably, but the air feels heavier.

“More… more details — ahhh” the innocent voice moans, undeniable and needy. You raise your eyes to the lattice, shadowy silhouettes of the two nuns locked in a foggy, passionate kiss. The hands of the sweet slender one roams underneath the other’s robe, fondling and kneading her huge, full chests, tearing a low purr. That animalistic and confident tone, feels somewhat familiar… no, impossible.

Their makeout intensifies, faces pressed into each other, breaths getting heavier. Whatever concerns you have dissipates. Your cock throbs, restrained and aching. Body burning with heat, you spill the rest: how you deprived Rei while destroying Liz, until you finally granted her salvation — yanking her twin reins (her twintails) as you pounded her raw. How you dumped your load deep into her ass as you pistoned into her full Nelson against the glass till she sprayed her slutty juices all over the window.

“Words are insufficient,” the commanding voice interrupts, tone laced with authority. “True confession demands exposure. Undress. Remove every layer. Bare yourself to us completely.”

The sweet one adds, whisper carrying a giggle, “Then present your sin through the hole of judgement. Let it swell for us to weigh its filth.”

Your pulse races, cock already hard and straining against fabric. In the cramped confessional, you strip hastily, shirt unbuttoned and tossed aside, belt clinking as pants are shoved down to your ankles. One stroke, two strokes, and you're fully hard, pre-cum leaking out of the slit.

The circular hole whirs open and the hovering partition descends further as you feed your aching cock and swollen balls through the hole. The cold wooden planks press against you, pinning your chest, your thighs, your arms — everything locked in place. Everything, except the exposed, leaking cock that now pulses helplessly on the other side, awaiting judgement.

Warm breath brushes against your length, humid, teasing. It carries the faint scent of arousal, musky and feminine. The first contact comes from above: soft, plush lips that kisses your aching tip tenderly, tongue flicking out to lap at your slit, tasting your salt with a hum that vibrates through you. It's the sweet one. Her mouth is lava-hot, dragging her tongue in flat broad licks across the underside of your cock as she worships every ridge, every vein. Saliva floods, dripping down your cock in hot streams. She takes you in, cheeks hollowing, a low hum vibrating through your shaft like a forbidden hymn. Her tongue never stops, lapping the underside, licking every vein, flicking the sensitive frenulum until your hips jerk involuntarily.

“Fuck —” you thrust upwards, seeking more, but the booth’s design pins you in place, thighs locked wide, arms clenching against the armrests, cold wood restricting your helpless bucking.

Pulling off with a lewd pop, thick saliva strands connect her lips to your glistening head, snapping as she retreats upwards.

Then warmth from above again. Full breasts enveloping your shaft from both sides, slick with what feels like oil. She's the commanding one. They squeeze, sliding up and down in controlled rhythm. Friction obscene, slick sounds echoes in the cubicle. A tongue, firmer this time, flicks your tip on each upstroke. The other nun, fingers on your balls, teasing and kneading, rolling them slightly, dull pain blooming into pleasure.

You buck upwards, growling low. “Harder! Come on, make me feel it.” But you're fastened tight, thrusts turning into pathetic humps. “Patience, you sinner,” the commanding voice snaps.

They begin your torment, a depraved, endless cycle of denial.

The sweet mouth descends again, taking you slow and deep. Her throat opens with practise ease, gagging softly as spit pours down your cock in sloppy streams, soaking your thighs through the hole. Head bobbing with innocent precision, her lips curl around the head on every upstroke, sucking the pre-cum from your slit like a starving whore. Her hand twists around your shaft and fondle with your balls, determined to milk you dry.

“Yes, just like that, deeper,” you rasp, pressure building. Just as your groin draws tight, orgasm coiling up like a bent spring ready to snap — she stops. Throat releasing, mouth withdrawing, she seals your gorged tip with a mocking kiss. “N-no, fuck, don’t stop!” You howl and buck against the cubicle, cock swinging uselessly in the cold air, angry and leaking, pre-cum stringing down in humiliating threads. “You can’t leave me like this!”

Then the breasts descend again. Warmer, tighter, oilier. Soft, pillowy tits slide up and down your cock in a perfect, rhythmic beat, squelches reverberating throughout the cubicle. Warm oil seeps through the hole and mixes with the saliva from earlier, soaking the chair underneath you.

The build is faster this time, your cock is pulsing, balls are churning, and the edge surges forward like a tidal wave. “Please…keep going, I’m so close,” you groan in desperation.

Denial again. Tits pulled away with a wet smack, you're left oozing and throbbing. Edge after edge after edge. They alternate without mercy, expanding the torture into an eternity of filthy denial.

The cycle repeats. Sweet mouth descending deep-throating until her throat spasms around you, gagging so violently you hear her choke and cough, spit spraying and overflowing like a bottle, running down your legs in cooling streams. She grinds her face downward against the hole, nose flattened into the cold wood, taking you balls-deep until her lips stretch thin and white, her hums turning to orgasmic moans.

“That’s it. Use your fucking throat — fuck,” you grunt. Then nothing. Again.

Breasts milking you relentlessly, squeezing tighter, pumping faster, oil foaming with increasing friction. Firm tongue lapping and flicking beads of pre-cum that seeps and beads in drops.

Your body betrays you. Thighs quaking uncontrollably, sweat pouring down your back and pools at your ass crack, making the chair slippery with your own fluids. Your balls ache like they've been pummeled, swollen, blue, full to bursting. Pre-cum flows endlessly, a steady leak that they greedily slurp up, sounds wet and vulgar.

“Enough games,” you snarl on the next withdrawal. “Let me fucking cum already.”

Cycle three: sweet mouth again, slower this time, teasing licks around the head, tongue dipping into the slit repeatedly, sucking gently while keeping you on the brink without tipping over.

“Stop playing and take it all,” you demand, voice cracking.

Cycle four: breasts descending, oiled and heavy, sliding with agonizing slowness, tongue lapping the head on every upstroke, fingers rolling your balls until they feel ready to burst.

Cycle five, six, seven — you lost count. Your cock is hypersensitive, purple with agony. Your voice is hoarse from growling, body shaking, tears of frustration burning your eyes.

“I can’t… I can’t take much more,” you admit in a broken whisper.

Then filthy, degrading taunts come, whispered from right above your dripping, denied cock.

Sweet voice, lips grazing your tip without committing: “Remember the girl from last spring's hunt? You fingered her until she collapsed, begging for mercy you never gave. She hasn’t slept without dreaming of your fingers in her since.”

The breasts clamp tighter, stroking viciously slow. “And the ones from the autumn feast? You used them like fleshlights, edging them for hours, then abandoning mid-pleasure. Some had their sanity shattered, now still humping imaginary pillows of your cock in the asylum.”

You growl, trying to thrust upward, but no avail. “Shut up — just finish me,” you spit, sweat beading on your forehead, heart pounding.

“More,” the commanding voice demands, her breath hot. “Confess the wreckage, or stay forever on this brink.”

Words of deeper sins pour out. A Summer Queen trial where you overstimulated a group until one blacked out, waking to find her mind fractured, now institutionalised. A private mentorship that addicted a promising talent to your touch, only to abandon her — last you heard, she sold herself on the streets, whoring drunk men in search of a cock your equivalent.

Each admission earns a slight mercy: a deeper suck, a tighter squeeze. But always, denial. Never release. Your thighs quake. Voice cracks. “Please... I need to cum. I’m begging you.”

“Beg for their forgiveness,” the sweet one coos.

“Please… fuck… I can’t take this anymore… my balls are gonna burst… let me cum, you bitches…”

“Beg properly,” her tongue dipping into your slit like a straw, sucking out the pre-cum with a wet slurp. “Beg for forgiveness like the ruined lives you left begging, you soul-fucking monster.”

“Forgive me,” you gasp, the words bitter ash. “For the lives I ruined... forgive me.”

In that instant, the sweet mouth descends one final time — lips sealing around the head, tongue flicking the slit — and sucks hard, just once.

You erupt.

The orgasm rips through you. Your cock swells impossibly stiffer in her mouth before unleashing thick, forceful ropes of cum that jet straight upward into her throat. She swallows insatiably, humming as waves after waves pumps out, your filthy seed in hot floods that overflow her lips, dripping down your shaft in creamy streams. Your body convulsing in the chair, balls contracting painfully as they empty everything in endless, agonizing spasms that leave you screaming hoarsely, vision whiting out.

She pulls off mid-spurt, the last ropes arching upward through the hole, and the full breasts dive forward to smother your cock, pumping the remaining ropes that splatters and slide down her cleavage.

The commanding voice laughs in a low, mocking sound as your cock twitches weakly within her breasts, cum still dribbling from the slit.

The partition above slides fully open with a mechanical whir, revealing them at last.

Moonlight spills down. They sit there on the hovering seat. Sister Wonyoung, the innocent-faced one with wide eyes now gleaming with triumph, cum dripping from her lips, down her chin; Sister Karina, piercing beauty twisted in victory, creamy white liquid smeared all over her breasts, still oiled and heaving.

“You overlooked me,” Wonyoung says, wiping her lips with the back of her hand.

“And you replaced me too soon,” Karina adds, smirking through the mess on her chest.

You’re hauled from the cubicle in a daze, legs unsteady beneath you. They hurl you onto the altar like a sacrificial lamb, the marble slab slamming into your back, shocking a guttural gasp from your lungs. Candle flames flicker wildly around you, casting elongated shadows that dance across the stained-glass windows.

Karina moves first, climbing onto the altar to straddle your hips. Heat radiating like a furnace, she hovers her soaked cunt inches above your raw cock, juices dripping onto your shaft. Wonyoung kneels beside your head, wide doe eyes gleaming with dark hunger, fingers tracing across your jawline before clamping around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your vision blur.

Karina grinds, slow and deliberate, her slick folds dragging along your oversensitive length, coating it with her cream while denying entry. “You gave me everything once,” she hisses, leaning forward so her breasts brush against your chest, stiff nipples scraping. “The perfect ride. The glory. The power. And now you betray us all by spreading yourself thin with multiple amateurs? You think you can replace me?”

Her nails dig into your skin, drawing blood in thin, stinging lines. “I was your queen, and you tossed me aside like trash. Now watch me break you for it.”

She sinks down — just the head — her cunt clenching like a vice, sucking vocariously, then lifts off with a suckling pop, your cock slapping back against your stomach in a humiliating defeat.

Wonyoung laughs softly, her grip strangling around your throat, cutting your air flow as she leans in, her breath hot against your ear. “Feel that emptiness? That's what you left us with.”

The torment intensifies. Karina edges you mercilessly, sinking down, nothing past the tip, walls spasming around the head, then ripping off, juices flooding down in sticky trails on your thighs. Wonyoung's fingers invade your mouth, forcing them open as she drips strands of spit in. Her free hand? They pinch, flick and toy with your nipples until they throb raw.

But the rage boils over.

These bitches think they've won.

With a surge of fury, you buck upwards, slamming your cock fully into her drenched cunt. “Ahhh —” Her legs weaken at your penetration, body collapsing, knees buckling. Ripping away from Wonyoung's choke, you flip Karina beneath you in one brutal twist.

She hits the marble with a thud, breath shattering from her lungs with a sharp rasp. Her eyes widen in shock as you pin her wrists above her head with one hand, the other clamping around her throat, squeezing until her face chokes red.

“You. Betrayed. Me.” You punctuate each word with a savage thrust, burying your cock to the hilt, hips crashing with jamming force. Her pussy stretches around you, walls convulsing, a choked scream ripping from her lips as you hammer her relentlessly. “I gave you success. Power. Everything. And this is how you repay me?”

“No you bastard fuck — so deep — discarding me — more —” Karina gasps, body arching beneath you, struggling to escape but you pinned her tight. “Begging like a discarded whore now are we? I made you queen, and you fucking spit on it.” Her full breasts heave and bounces, nipples scraping your chest as you snarl right into her ears, sweaty slick skin sliding against yours.

“You replaced… me…” she chokes out between moans, eyes defiant, but her cunt clenches greedily around you, juices gushing with each slam.

“Remember when you rode me like a goddess, Karina? Now you’re just another hole."

Wonyoung lunges at you from the side, nails raking and scraping your back till deep, bloody gashes ooze and form. "Get off her, you bastard!” She claws at your shoulders, trying to pull you off Karina, eyes flaring with fear and fury.

And you? You respond with fiercer thrusts, slamming deeper and harder into Karina’s wanton pussy, thunderous claps of sin echoing through the cathedral. Palms raised up high, you crash them down onto her bouncing tits,

“Fucking bells! Look at these thick heavy tits you're so proud of, jingling with every slap!” A vicious slap across her left tit, followed by a backhand blow across the right, you mark and brand her voluptuous mounds with burning imprints of your fingers and palm. “You like that, you whoring slut? Listen to how you moan as I slap your tits!”

“And you, you fucking loser,” you roar, twisting mid-thrust. Releasing Karina's wrists, you grab Wonyoung by the throat and hair, slamming her down onto Karina's body in one fluid, violent motion.

Landing atop Karina with a shrill cry, Wonyoung stacks on her perfectly, tight small tits pressed against Karina’s red and swollen mounds. Her hips mount Karina’s, clit pressing against hers as you continue pistoning into Karina with lewd squelches. Instinctively, Karina wraps her arms around Wonyoung, pinning her in place in a sweaty mess, nipples dragging and rubbing against each other with every breath.

“Perfect,” you snarl, sliding your cock out of Karina’s pussy. Positioning on your knees, you slam into Wonyoung with a single, punishing thrust. She screams with a sharp yelp, body jolting forward, clit grinding hard against Karina’s cunt.

“Fucking sore loser, I’ll fuck you like the dog you should be!” Hands clamping her thin waist with an iron grip, nails digging into her skin, you drill into her relentlessly. The force ripples through both women, Karina moaning beneath from the pleasure and friction; Wonyoung muffling whimpers with bites into Karina’s neck. Wet slaps echo throughout the sacred altar obscenely, your hips crashing against Wonyoung’s firm ass, her body kneading against Karina’s, juices mixing and overflowing in hot floods that flow and soak the cold marble.

“How dare you fucking torture and deny me,” alternating with precision, you pull out of Wonyoung’s clenching cunt with a wet, sucking pop, her walls flutter emptily as she whimpers; then slamming back into Karina beneath her, snatch salivating and drooling at your re-penetration.

You taunt them through the pounding, “I gave you everything, Karina. Success, power, the perfect ride, and you betray me for this? Now you're just stacked sluts, leaking for my cock again.” Moaning wheezes and gasping defiance, Karina’s creamy cunt gushes around you, squirting heat across Wonyoung's thighs.

You pull out and slam back into Wonyoung’s unrepentant cunt, “Absolution? I’ll fucking give you salvation? Kneel properly, submit, and I'll feed you real success — my cum deep inside your tight, desperate, needy pussy every night.”

“Oh my god — your cock is so — fucking big —” Wonyoung cries, voice shattering into pieces. Hands releasing from her waist, you wrap both around Wonyoung’s throat, pulling her pliable body up until her cheek presses against yours. “Or you can stay broken, whispering my name in your abandoned empty church.”

“Karina,” you growl, Wonyoung's eyes rolling as you piledrive into her convulsing pussy. “Break her for me. Make her mine… Or I’ll discard you from the throne I gave you…forever.”

Instant obedience follows. “Y-yes Master.” Extending her hands outwards, she palms and rubs Wonyoung’s pussy while being pistoned. “F-fuck —” Incoherent uncompleted sentences escape in gasps, hands flailing at the side, she tries and grab hold onto imaginary air handles for support. “Don't you wanna cum? Cum all over my fat cock?”

Fervent nods instantly register in her head, but you respond with your withdrawal. “Put it back in…” she begged, eyes fluttering. “No. Naughty girls don't get to cum.” You snicker before plunging your cock back into Karina, feeling her walls spasm and gush around you.

Wonyoung tries to stuff her fingers in to replace your absent cock, but you snatch her arms tight, pinning them behind her back. “Go on, tell her Karina, tell how it feels.”

“Look at how deep — Master’s cock is — filling me so deep —” Karina’s hands roam frantically, one hand kneading her own tits, the other palmed over her waist as she feels each and every bump and thump as you hit her deepest spots.

“He’s fucking me so good… right where you want it.” She pinches Wonyoung’s small, stiff nipples, twisting hard, pulling until they elongate and redden, drawing sharp gasps from Wonyoung’s lips. “Pl-please fuck me … my pussy feels so empty without your cock…”

You pull out of Karina mid-thrust, her cunt gaping, leaking, and slam back into Wonyoung, giving her just enough deep, punishing strokes to push her to the edge. “Yes fuck —” Her walls clamp desperately, body trembling atop Karina’s, clit grinding brutally as Karina’s fingers flick faster around her nipples.

She’s there, teetering on the edge, breath hitching, “I’m — fuck — I’m gonna —”

You rip out again, leaving her empty and throbbing, and bury yourself back into Karina’s inviting warmth. “You're going to watch how I make her cum, and you're gonna beg for it.”

Wonyoung whimpers in rage, hips bucking, “You asshole… give it back… I need —”

Karina moans loudly, arching up, her cunt gushing around you as you pound her punishingly. “Yes… right there… he feels so fucking good, Wonyoung… so deep…”

Your cock plunges deep into Karina's hotter, creamier depths, her mind lulls and confesses, “God, yes… he’s ruining me — submit, Wonyoung… just give in… feel how perfect his cock is when you stop fighting — I-I’m going to cu—” Karina clenches, body freezing in an arch mid air before waves and waves of hot juices crash and squirt around your cock, drenching your thighs. You continue hammering her through her orgasm until she collapses into a whimpering trembling mess.

“Look at how hard she came Wonyoung. Don't you want it too?” You let go of her arms, fingers snaking downwards to penetrate her dripping folds. “Beg for it,” two fingers in, you slide in and out at a snail's pace. “Beg for me to fuck you like the filthy whore you are. Submit to me and I’ll grant you anything, everything.”

“Please…” she finally gasps, voice cracking with hate and need, eyes blazing defiance even as her body betrays her. “Let me cum… you bastard… I hate you… but please…”

You ignore her words, fingers going even slower. “I’m going to need more than that, you whorish bitch. Otherwise, I’ll just leave you hanging whilst I continue pushing Karina up further.”

The absence of your cock sends her over the edge. Wonyoung’s defiance finally cracks — eyes glassy, tongue lolling from her open mouth, drool dripping onto Karina’s chest as her body betrays her completely. “Fine…” she gasps, voice hoarse with hate and surrender. “Fuck me… make me cum… I submit…”

“Good girl, should have fucking surrendered a long time ago.” You slam into her one final time, deep, relentless, pounding her doggy atop Karina.

“You’re fucking me so hard, M-master!” Completely surrendering, Wonyoung rubs her swollen clit frantically, fingers stuffing into her gripping pussy as you pound her relentlessly.

“Tell me, who owns this slutty pussy?”

“You! My slutty — pussy belongs to — you!”

“You’re reshaping my — pussy into your fat coc —”

“Fuck me — ruin me — destroy my useless pussy until I cum —”

Her voice cracks into a shattered sob as her body collapses onto Karina, shaking violently as her orgasm tears through her body with a ravaging intensity. Eyes rolling back to whites, waves of pure ecstasy crashes and floods her body.

“I’m going to fucking cum. Where do you want your rewards, my sluts?” You groan, hips still snapping into Wonyoung's convulsing hips.

“F-face, I want it all over my face!” Karina screams.

“Master, p-paint my f-face, mark us, br-brand us yours forever —” Wonyoung shrieks through her fading orgasm.

“On your knees.” You pull out and they scramble to their knees before you, faces flushed, trembling in defeat. You fist your cock, slick with both their juices and stroke hard, fast.

“Open,” you command.

They obey, mouths wide, tongues out, eyes locked on yours in a mix of submissive hunger.

You erupt. Viscous ropes of white blasting across their faces, painting Wonyoung's wide eyes and Karina's lips, dripping down their chins onto their heaving breasts in hot, sticky streams. They lick it off each other feverishly, moaning, worshipping despite themselves.

You stand over them, chest heaving, cock twitching.

Passion reignited, the hunt is yours again.

Wonyoung’s eyes burn with fading hate as she kneels, cum glazing her face. Her thighs press together, cunt still clenching emptily, pleading for more. The Herd will survive… but now for a different purpose: to feed her endless, twisted craving for the Master she now admires.

Once inside your home, Heejin finally gets comfortable. She hangs her coat on the rack before settling on the couch. You land beside her, where she suddenly starts nestling under your arm. “Still cold?” you joke. “Or do you just want a hug?”

“Maybe a bit of both?” She says with a smile. You relent, pulling her onto your lap while your arms wrap around her waist. She nuzzles her face against the crook of your neck as she adjusts the rest of her body. She settles in a cradling position, with her arms wrapped around your neck. “I love your hugs. They always make me feel warm.”

You sit in silence as you and Heejin cuddle, your body heat adding to the warmth of the fireplace. After a few months of being with her, you’re still in utter disbelief that you met an actual vampire, even more so with the fact that they’re real. Still what surprised you was that they aren’t as terrifying as you thought they would be. Or, at the very least, Heejin isn’t.

“So, what other rules do you actually have to follow?” You ask her as you grew bored of watching Chucky for the millionth time since you started dating. But it’s her favorite movie so you’re not going to complain. “I mean, aside from the constant need for an invitation into a home?”

“The sunlight rule is real.” Heejin answers. “Though it won’t kill us. Or make that sparkly shit from twilight. It just hurts a little bit. Like millions of mosquito bites at the same time.”

“That doesn’t sound like a little bit. What about garlic?” “Painfully yes. And to think I loved having Aglio Olio back when I was still human.” “What about crosses?” “50/50. Some of us still practice considering it wasn’t our choice to be turned. Maybe those that really get into the demonic aspect are the only ones affected.” “Wow. So rules really are rules for you guys, huh?” “Yeah. Pretty much.” “And to think I had such an irrational fear for vampires before I met you.” “I wouldn’t say that was an irrational fear, babe. There are some bad ones out there.” “Yeah well I’m not afraid of them. Especially after meeting you.” You say as you hold on to her chin and have her look up to you. She gives you a bright smile. “It helps that somehow you’re the first ever human that’s actually immune to all of our powers.” Heejin says as she swings her leg over your lap. “Impervious to our hypnotism. A bite doesn’t turn you. You really lucked out didn’t you?” She says as she straddles you, pushing you on to your back on the couch.

“I only lucked out when I met you, Heejin.” You say as you try to sit up. She uses her supernatural strength to push you down again. Her hands ghost over your arms before they grab hold of your wrists. She pins them to the couch above your head, nearly burying them into the cushions. She lays her head on your chest, getting to hear your heart is beating faster, not out of fear, but of anticipation. She raises her head, looks deep into your eyes before her mouth grows into a smile. As she presents to you her toothy grin, you can see her canines slowly grow. “Hungry?” You ask her. She gives you a subtle nod. “Grab a Snickers”  You angle your face to one side, presenting your neck. You can see her mouth water as she waits for your consent, enough encouragement for you to give it.

“Go.” It was only one word that came from your mouth, but the weight that it lifted off of Heejin felt like the entire world. In a split second she had latched on to your neck. Her fangs dig deep into your flesh. The moment your blood enters her mouth, her eyes go red with bloodlust. Was it painful? Sure. But only for a moment. Even if you did try to fight her, you wouldn’t be able to as she uses her strength to keep you pinned down. But you never wanted to. Not even from the first time she did it. The pain was temporary, but the pleasure that followed was something you ended up getting addicted to. A rush of adrenaline and serotonin that you find yourself chasing after every single day. Clinging to the singular source that could give it to you. Clinging to Heejin.

When she has her fill, Heejin pulls away from your neck. In the wake of her hunger are visible bite marks on your flesh, along with a few drips of your blood around the bite. Some of it was evident on her mouth as well. She wipes the traces off her mouth with her hand, before she notices your deep and heavy breaths. “I didn’t hurt you, right?” She asks you worriedly, her thumb brushing over the bite mark on your neck. A shriek escapes her mouth as you suddenly over power her. You manage to sit up, your hands exchanging places as you hold her wrists now. Your face gets close to hers, your hot breath crashing into her ice-cold skin. You lean and whisper to her your reply that makes the immortal shudder with anticipation. 

“Never.”

Heejin doesn’t get a chance to reply as you crash your lips onto hers. Now, you know at any moment she can stop this. She can flick you away with just one finger if she wants to. But she doesn’t. She indulges your desire for momentary control, enjoys it when she plays along and surrenders to your whims. You know she’s just letting you, but you’re going to make it worth your while. For the both of you.

As the two of you continue to kiss, you manage to push Heejin onto her back and pin her against the couch. The kiss grows erratic. There’s desperation in your actions. Fueled by the built up tension and arousal from when she was feeding from your neck. With all the energy you bring, she matches it like it’s second nature. Her fangs retract, but leave just enough to mark your lower lip when she bites you while making out. She shows flashes of her strength, guiding your hands to where she wants you to place them. Right now, she leads your fingers to dig into her waist. Your thumbs sinking into her well toned abs. If a passerby would see this scene right now, they would mistake you for the blood hungry monster. It was a complete 180 of how you and Heejin were just mere moments ago. If she was the one who was earlier hungry and filled with bloodlust, now it’s you who was hungry for her and desperate to fulfill your own lust.

For a quick moment, Heejin pulls away from the kiss. You’re left a panting wreck, desperate to get your lips back onto her. She holds your back in order to say what’s on her mind.

“I’ve already had my fill.” She says as she holds your cheek. She caresses you with her thumb. “Now, it’s your turn.” Ironically, having your fill would be you filling her up. 

In a last show of strength, Heejin makes quick work of her clothes, tearing them off her and exposing her lean and perfect body to you. She doesn’t let you waste time with your own clothes as she tears them off of you too. With both of your naked figures fully uncovered, you’re both able to get straight to business.

Heejin once again surrenders to your control, indulging your illusion of momentary power. She melts into your touch letting you guide your entangled bodies on the couch. You carry her up, letting her head rest on one of the throw pillows for her comfort. Normally, you’d happily eat her out before going any further, but right now her work on your neck has you too riled up. Now, you’re desperate for more than just her lips. You're hungry for your own release, which would preferably be inside of her.

Before either of you could get carried away with trying to swallow each other whole, you pull away just enough for Heejin to get the message. She spreads her legs, her lower lips spreading in an inviting fashion. You grab hold of your length, aim it and let it nestle at her entrance before you start easing into her. A shared moan escapes from the both of you, one that is immediately muffled as she pulls you into another kiss. You keep pushing until you feel yourself hilt inside her, your tip pressing against the entrance of her womb. The second the two make contact, you can feel Heejin lose a bit of control. Her fangs extend a bit, digging deeper into your lips whenever she bites your lips during the kiss. You feel yourself start to lose control as well, your hips moving on their own with a relentless pace. Repeatedly plunging into Heejin with no rhythm or rhyme. For a while you stifle her moans by letting them escape into your mouth, but you decide to pull away and leave your own marks on her neck to match the ones she left on you. Her moans freely escape to fill the room, your grunts, on the other hand, crash against her flesh.

To say your actions grew erratic would be a lie, since you already started with an erratic tempo. Each time you bottom out into Heejin, your tip presses on to her cervix. Normally, you’d be worried that you were being too rough. However, the sound of her moans and whimpers has you thinking something else. Her actions match your intensity, pulling your hair while you kiss, lick and bite the flesh of her neck washes any and all doubts away. She can take whatever you give her. She wants to take it. 

With every thrust, you can feel Heejin’s walls spasm and contort around your length. Each time you fill her up, her walls slowly turn her pussy into a perfect mold that matches your dick. Soon, her inner walls start to spasm more often. Coupled with the whimpers and moans escaping from her being at max volume, you had an idea that she was close. “Fuck— faster! I’m close! I’m close!”

Well, now you know she was close. Though you weren’t far behind her either. 

You indulge Heejin’s request, going even faster than whatever erratic speed you were going. Your grip on her wrists tighten as you continue to mark her neck. You get your lips on every single inch of her flesh, tongue darting and tasting the salty pools of her sweat (another new tidbit you learned today, vampires sweat during sex). Your mouth travels all over her shoulders and neck, leaving temporary marks that heal faster than those on humans. You even reach low enough to capture one of her exposed nipples, earning a groan from her when your tongue flicks at her swollen nub. All the sensations work together as a symphony that pushes Heejin over the edge.

Heejin’s mouth is left ajar as a mixture of a moan and cry escapes her mouth. You can feel her tense up under you, her strength showing just enough that it has you putting more effort in holding her down. Her hips buck against you. Her walls start contracting around you. The noises from her mouth suddenly stop, but the searing pain on your shoulder provides the answer why. In her throes of pleasure, her fangs extend once again before she latches on to your shoulder. Now, there’s no major vein or artery there. No big source of blood. But she’s found comfort in biting on your muscle, another avenue of release as she rides out her high. The momentary sharp pain, however, is what gets you to your peak. “Fuck me… Heejin! I’m— ARGH” You’re unable to finish your warning as she bites down harder. Though that was already a prior agreement. She knows you’re about to unravel. She knows you can’t pull out. She wants it inside. So go. Cum.

So, you do. You let go and defer any and all attempts to hold back. You feel your dick pulsate inside of Heejin. Each time releasing a stream of cum. While you flood her womb, she finally relents and releases your shoulder. The flurry of moans that escape both of your mouths fill the living room.

After a while, you both finally come down from your shared high. Your labored breaths begin to slow down, though still desperate to get more oxygen in your lungs. Your eyes meet. Heejin’s, blood red with bloodlust. Yours wide from both pain and pleasure. Sparks fly in the short distance between the two of you before you both lean in another kiss. You taste a bit of your blood before your senses are filled with just Heejin. It fuels the kiss, making it hungrier as if you two didn’t just have sex. 

Still, the fatigue catches up with you. You pull away with some of your blood staining the area around your mouth. Heejin forms a soft smile. You eventually manage to muster up some strength to pull out and plop beside her on the couch. Within a second of getting comfortable she snuggles up beside you once again, finding warmth and comfort under your arm. You pull a blanket over the two of you before giving her a quick kiss on her forehead. Silence once again conquers the living room, the two of you sitting there and resting in each other’s presence.

“So…” You break the silence. “You really can’t eat garlic?” “I would be having aglio olio right now if I can!”

The both of you laugh before the silence sets in again. In that moment, you can feel her start to relax, sinking into the warmth of your hug. You know she’s slowly losing consciousness, the exact opposite of what’s expected from a creature of the night. In her last few waking moments, you whisper one last declaration that gets her mouth to curl into a soft smile. “I love you, Heejin.”

You bring her in tighter, sharing your warmth with the cold, undead being. You surrender to the fatigue and lose consciousness yourself. Your last lingering thoughts were about your earlier fears. Facing them now seems textbook. Easy. Especially with Heejin by your side. Now you know they were never really terrifying. They were what they have always been, and always will be. 

The question shocks you out of your mental rant, only to be caught in a trance by the beauty that was waiting for your response. Her porcelain skin glowed in the dim bar light. Her dark locks flowed just short of her shoulders. Eyes piercing, peering into your soul. You could go on for hours about the absolute perfection that stood in front of you, but you suddenly remembered that she needed an answer now.

“Uh, yeah– NO! I mean, no it’s not taken. It’s free.” Seeing you a bit flustered makes the woman giggle.

“All right, thanks.”

It’s a few minutes of silence, aside from her telling the bartender her order, in your desperate attempt to make the situation less awkward. You decide to focus on your drink and the… right. The divorce papers. All the bad thoughts start filing back in before—

“Rough night?” The embodiment of Aphrodite asks you.

“Hmm? Me? Oh. uh. Not really. Just a symposium for cardiology research.”

“You kinda seem too down to be bored.”

“Guilty as charged.” you joke. “Kinda weird to open up to a complete stranger but here it goes. My wife– well, soon to be ex-wife and I are finalizing our divorce.”

“Oh… I’m sorry.”

“Thanks. Nothing toxic happened or anything. It was just… something that ran its course.”

“Still, it hurts, doesn’t it?”

“That’s what the alcohol is for.” You joke. “Now, if you don’t mind me asking, what’s someone like you doing alone in a hotel bar?”

“Luckily for you, I don’t mind. I was attending an award ceremony in one of the ballrooms. It got a bit boring so I decided to take a walk.” The beauty explains. “After a few strides, I saw a guy out of the corner of my eye who looked like he needed some company.”

“Well, he appreciates it.” You joke as you take another sip of your drink. The alcohol clears up a bit for the gears in your brain to start turning. You remember seeing the sign of the awards show. Something about idols? That’s when it hit you. Why this beauty beside you looked so familiar. The puzzle pieces start to fall into place and the picture finally becomes clear.

“Oh my god.” You say as the realization finally hits you.

“It took you long enough.” The beauty smirks before taking another sip of her drink.

“K-Karina? From Aespa?” You manage to sputter out through the shock.

“Now I’m guilty as charged.” She jokes.

“I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you straight away. The alcohol—“

“It’s fine! Besides, it was nice being treated like a normal person and not an idol.”

“I wouldn’t really call someone as beautiful as you as just normal.” Your compliment earns a giggle from the idol, her cheeks slowly turning crimson from it.

An hour passes by with your new drinking buddy. The combination of the alcohol and her friendly  and welcoming personality gets you to open up more. You tell her more about your relationship— well, past relationship. How it started as a transaction before you slowly started to fall for her. How you thought there could have been more. 

Karina opens up as well. Upcoming group projects. Upcoming solo projects. How some of the older sunbaes have started to hit on her. It sounded like what you came to expect from someone in her industry. Her idea of mundane seemed like a world away from you. Still, she was so bright while talking about it that your attention never faltered. However, her last confession was something that would shake you.

“Okay.” Karina says before taking another swig of her drink. “I have to come clean if I want the night to go where I want to.”

She already had your full attention, but this seemed like it was important.

“We have actually met before.”

“Karina, I think I’d remember meeting you.”

“Yeah, it’s just you didn’t know it was me.”

You raise an eyebrow in reply, curious to hear a story that you should have been familiar with.

“I think it was a year, maybe two ago. My dad had a heart attack.”

“Oh. Sorry to hear that.”

“He’s fine now. Though he needed a triple bypass asap. None of the on call doctors were experienced enough. None of them were confident in doing the procedure. My mom and I were losing hope when we noticed a commotion among the nurses and residents.”

Two years ago? A triple bypass? The details start to feel familiar to you, but you’ve done countless surgeries that they all seem to blur together.

“That’s when I saw you, rushing from the ER straight to the operating room.” Karina continues. “Hours later you come out of the operating room to talk to me and my mom. I was in a mask so no one would really recognize me. Still, you went through what procedure you did, success rate and road to recovery for my dad. It was a little later when we overheard from the nurses that you rushed back from a personal appointment in Seokcho.”

Seokcho. 

Now you remember. It was your last hail mary of trying to make it work with your ex. Unfortunately, it became the final nail in the coffin for her instead. Still, it was your duty. It didn’t matter to you whether it was a VIP case or not. All that mattered to you was that there was a life that needed saving.

“It shocked me and my mom, really. We didn’t ask for any special treatment. We didn’t even avail the VIP case. Still, you rushed back out of a sense of duty and responsibility. We couldn’t be more thankful that you did.”

As much as the surprise confession shocked you, Karina’s next actions did so even more. What started as a simple, accidental brush of your hands suddenly sent a shiver throughout your body when she took yours in hers. She held on tight before she used her other hand to direct your gaze towards her. 

“I never did get to properly thank you for saving my dad’s life.” The way she said it sent your heart into overdrive. 

Sultry. 

Seductive. 

Yet even with the suggestive tone, there was enough sincerity that you understood that she was serious. That it was heartfelt.

“Y-you don’t have to, Karina. It was my job. We don’t do it to be thanked.” You manage to stammer out.

The hand that directed your gaze towards her, which was resting on your chin, was now holding your cheek. Her soft touch was slowly making your face hotter, probably even turning it red.

“I know. But I want to.”

“Kari—”

Without any warning, Karina plants a kiss on your lips. It’s soft. Quick. Nothing too deep. Like she was testing the waters. Seeing if this little experiment of hers would work.

It would.

When she pulls away, you both pause for a second. You get lost in her eyes as she does with yours. No words are said, but an understanding was made. Karina’s the first to stand up. She grips your hand as she starts walking away from the bar. You follow suit, getting dragged across the lobby into the elevator. On the ride up to her floor, you both stand on either side of the elevator, leaving enough space for a group of people between you two. Thankfully at that time there weren’t any. You leaned against the wall, eyes still glued to hers as she does the same. The tension is multiplied due to the enclosed space. You’re fighting the alcohol that was clouding your mind from making you take her right there and then. The sense of relief that washes over you when the elevator dings feels like heaven.

The walk along the hall approaching her room was the opposite. Each step agonizing and excruciating as you fight the urge to pin her against the wall and crash your lips on to hers. When you get to her room, she takes her sweet time of unlocking the door. Probably teasing you. After going through the entrance, you thought your hands would be the first to lose control. It seems hers beat you to it.

In a heartbeat, Karina spins around, grips your collar hard, pins you against the wall, and crashes her lips hard against yours. You’re stunned by her assertiveness at first, but slowly match her passion with your own. Her lips claim dominance, her hands finding the back of your neck to pull your head down to meet her. Her tongue tries to breach your lips before you welcome her and meet hers with your own. Your hands rest at her waist, gripping her tight that your fingers disappear into the fabric of her dress. It doesn’t take much of your strength to lift her up, letting both of your lips meet easier as she stands on her toes.

You eventually give in to your desire. Your hands migrate south of her waist, fighting the temptation of stopping at her ass before you grip her thighs. She jumps into your hold when she realizes what you’re trying to accomplish, her legs wrapping around your hips out of pure instinct. Her arms follow suit, wrapping around your shoulders for stability. When she’s safe in your grasp, you spin around and pin her against the wall, continuing your heated kiss before she pulls away. It worries you at first, but the words that leave her mouth do more than set you at peace.

“Bed. Now.”

Karina whispers it against your lips before you pull her back into the kiss. You don’t need your sense of sight to follow her order.

At least you think you didn’t. 

You bump into the couch and the coffee table twice before you actually make it to the bed. Each time you grunt out of frustration, but makes Karina giggle into the kiss. You eventually make it to the bed when your shins hit the plush of the mattress. You sit down on the edge with Karina still in your hold. She straddles your lap making sure your lips don’t separate.

Your hands are restless, caressing Karina’s sides and back through her dress. With the help of liquid courage coursing through your veins, you start traversing upwards of her body, feeling the sculpture of her figure through the fabric before brushing against her breasts. You pull away out of respect, letting her know you’ll only go as far as she lets you. She replies by gripping your wrists and bringing your hands back to her mounds.

“Don’t be shy now. I was hoping you’d like them.”

“I don’t know a single soul that wouldn’t.”

“Still… I’m pretty proud of them. All fucking natural. It would be a shame if you didn’t like them.”

“Liking them would be an understatement.”

Your actions match your words as you finally give in and hold on to Karina’s breasts with her permission. You massage her soft mounds through the fabric of her dress. Even covered, they feel like heaven. She finds your lips again, sneaking her tongue in between them. You have no choice but to welcome her. Though, like you said, what kind of sane person wouldn’t.

Your hands leave Karina’s breasts for a moment, earning a disappointed groan. Her disappointment doesn’t last long, as she understands why. Your hands travel to her back, digging under the fabric to find the zipper. When you find the small metal piece, you tug it down her body almost immediately, desperate to finally remove this obstacle out of your way. When she feels that you’ve already unzipped her back, she takes your hands to the collar of her dress and together slide it off of her. She stands up for a moment, letting the dress fall down her figure and pool on the ground. She steps out of the fabric only in her underwear.

“It’s kinda unfair that I’m the only one properly dressed for this situation.” Karina says with a pout.

You get the implication, standing up with your hands quickly moving to your belt to undo your pants. Karina’s hands move to your shirt, slowly going down your torso and undoing each button along the way. Soon you finally join her in her state of undress, left only in your boxers while she is still in her underwear. You both pause, taking a second as you both realize what’s about to happen. You’re still unsure about whether you should push through or not. She, however, wasn’t.

Karina is the first to make a move, reaching to the front of her bra and undoing the clasp.

Front-clasp bra.

Now that’s fucking unfair.

She pulls her arms to the back, letting gravity do the job by pulling the garment down her arms. When her bra hits the ground, her face forms a smirk. Her bare chest is exposed to you. Her pride and joy. And it catches you in a trance. You almost don’t notice how she pulls down her panties. Just a slight tug before letting gravity take over again. It pools around her ankles, joining the rest of her outfit on the carpeted floor. It only took two swift movements, but they did their job. Karina presents herself bare to you, it’s only fitting you match her.

You tug your boxers down and step out of them before tossing them somewhere in the room. Your rash actions earn a giggle from Karina before she reaches for your face. In reply, your hands find the dip of her waist, holding her softly as you pull her in.

Your lips meet once again. Softer this time. Deliberate. There's no fight for control. Just subtlety. Peace. 

You spin the both of you around before you start leading her back towards the bed. Your lips never part as you nudge her backwards. She lies down on the plush mattress while you follow her down. Your arm wraps around her waist, carrying her and bringing her to the center of the bed. She giggles through the kiss from your sudden show of assertiveness. Your shaft brushes against her lower lips as you both get in position, making you both shudder. You’re both desperate to be in her now, foreplay be damned. She takes hold of your length and nestles you at her entrance. She pulls away, stares deep into your eyes and gives you the slightest nod.

That’s all the assurance you need.

You start pushing in, and the sound that Karina makes is somehow both cute and erotic. Whatever it was it devolves into a moan as more of your dick enters her cunt. When you finally bury all of your length into her, you let out a guttural groan while another moan escapes from her. She grabs your face, brings you close, and captures your lips again in a searing kiss. In between your lips lapping at each other, she mumbles against your lips.

“Fuck me.”

You have no intention not to.

You drag your length out of Karina, her walls clinging to you with the help of her slickness and her tightness. You try to stifle your grunts as she bites her lower lip to stop her mewls. When only your tip is left inside, you immediately drive back into her making her unable to stop her moan. She clings hard to your back as you start to build up speed, repeating the motion over and over, driving yourself deeper and harder each time. She gives up trying to muffle the erotic sounds escaping herself and buries her face into your neck. The scent of her hair and the vibration of her reactions against your skin drives you insane, encouraging you to pick up your speed. Soon, you find a steady rhythm, slowly inching the both of you to your shared sweet release. 

You’re lost in your pleasure when it happens. Karina pulls away from your neck and her face starts changing. Flashes of someone else’s face start appearing on top of hers. It takes a moment until you start to recognize who it was.

It was her face.

Your ex.

With the image temporarily stamped on your brain, you start to lose yourself in something else.

Your thrusts grow erratic. No rhythm. No pace. Just… desperation. You start to think that if you fuck her well enough, that if you give your all into making her feel good, she will stay with you. She won’t leave you. The emotions become too much that they start manifesting in other ways. You lose control of your mouth as you start muttering under your breath:

“Don’t leave me.”

“Please. Stay.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I can be better.”

“We can make this work.”

“Please. Just sta—“

You’re shaken awake from the trance when you feel a pressure on your face. Slowly, your eyes start to readjust in the low light. The face of your ex was slowly fading away. Left in its place was the true face of who you were with tonight.

Karina.

As her hand rested on your face, her thumb slowly started stroking your cheek. Your erratic movement slows down. Your breathing normalizes. At first, you could only see her lips move as she spoke, but eventually you started hearing her voice again.

“Hey.”

She takes a break from the passionate and seductive tone she had used earlier that night. Instead, she sounds comforting. Understanding. Caring. It's been a while since you’ve last heard that in someone’s voice. Frankly, you’ve needed it.

You lose control as your emotions get the better of you. A tear escapes from the corner of your eye only for Karina to wipe it away.

“It’s okay.” She whispers to you. “It’s just me. You’re okay.”

“I’m sorry. Karina–”

“Call me Jimin. And you don’t have to explain yourself.” She says as she comforts you. “Just promise me one thing.”

“W-what?”

“Let go.”

When you heard the two words, you finally realized how much you were being weighed down.

“Even if it’s just for tonight. I need you to let go. Forget about her. Move on.”

From Karina’s words, the weight that was just made known to you was suddenly lifted. From her actions, you felt like you were floating like a feather. You choose not to reply verbally to her request.

Because your actions were about to speak louder than your words ever could.

You crash your lips on Karina’s, setting the tone of your reinvigorated tryst. Your hips start moving again, building a rhythm that she was enjoying as you caught all her moans in your mouth. You make every thrust deliberate, driving your tip into her most sensitive spots. Your thrusts start to grow faster again. Not erratic. Not desperate. Just conscious. Her moans signal that she’s getting close, and even after the short pause, so are you.

“Fuck, right there!” Karina screams, “You’re filling me up so much… stretching me so good…”

The words have you start driving even faster into Karina. Her moans were filling up the room before you captured them in your mouth with a kiss. She starts gripping your back even harder, signalling her impending climax. You could feel her moan into your mouth when it starts. Her walls start fluttering around your cock. She hugs you tighter, keeping you close despite your hips still working your length into her. You could feel her juices start to soak your crotch. All the sensations of Karina’s peak work in concert to rush you towards your own. You try continue fucking her through her high before you finally concede to the inevitable.

You’re able to give Karina a few more thrusts before you succumb to your orgasm. You use all your remaining strength (because believe me when I say that you needed all that you had left) to pull out of Karina. You manage to do so just before the first throb of your dick, accompanied by the first shot of your cum that flies out of you. The first blob lands just under her breasts. The second falls on her midriff, close to her belly button. The final few shots dribble out of you, landing just above her cunt. All the while, Karina writhes in pleasure as her high continues on while your length twitches in the open air above her.

Your combined labored breaths fill the room, keeping it just shy of total silence. Your arms and legs are sore as you use whatever strength you have left to keep yourself from falling on top of Karina. Her eyes are shit tight as she slowly comes down from her high, her body calming down to a near halt. When she opens her eyes, your gaze is immediately attracted to hers. She reaches up with one hand, cupping your cheek and easing your face down towards her. You follow her slowly, capturing her lips in a soft yet passionate kiss. It only lasts a moment, but it makes you feel that all is right with the world. When you separate, her lips form a soft smile.

“Hey.” she says with a grin

“Hi.” you reply as your own mouth curves into a smile.

“You didn’t cum in me?” she says as she brings a finger to her midriff. She starts playing with your cum, spreading it across her skin, scooping some up and tasting it. You’d be lying if you said that the imagery isn’t hot. It got your softening member already twitching back to life.

“No.” you reply as you sit back, your cock slipping out of her as you land on your butt. “I wasn’t sure if you wanted to. Or if you were safe.”

“That’s courteous of you.” Karina says as she sits up, “I love that you’re a gentleman, but you have nothing to worry about. I’m on the pill.” she leans in and gives you a quick peck.

When Karina pulls away, she shows you a playful smirk.

“Besides, I hope you still have some left in the tank, because believe me when I tell you that I want you to fill me up to the brim.”

If you weren’t fully hard yet, that statement gets you there easily.

“But let’s save that for later.” She says as she swings her legs to the edge of the bed. “Right now, I need a shower.”

Karina stands up from the bed as she starts making her way to the bathroom. You can’t help but stare at her, watching her hips sway with every step, catching you in a trance. Halfway there though, she pauses when she notices that you’re still on the bed.

“Didn’t think I’d need to say this…” Karina says as she looks over her shoulder, “...but I was hoping to shower with you.” The smirk she wears has you twitch.

You’re up on your feet in seconds.

— — —

The shower does its job.

Mostly.

It only takes seconds for Karina to wash her cum off her midriff. It also only takes seconds for her to pull you into a kiss. 

As the warm water falls around the both of you, your hands find her bare waist, fingers digging deep into her flesh as the two of you make out in the shower. The cramped space would normally be uncomfortable for you, but now? 

It felt sensual. 

Intimate. 

Having this goddess so close to you both by her choice and as a consequence of the setting felt like heaven. Three hours spent with her and only now you start asking whether or not you’ve died and gone to paradise.

“So…” Karina says in a break from your lip clash, “Is there anything you want to do while we’re in here?” she says with a smirk.

You take a moment to really think it through. And as tempting as it is to suggest something with her tits, another idea forms in your head.

“Would it be crazy if I said I wanted to fuck your thighs?”

The question surprises Karina at first, but she smiles anyway.

“Bold. Guys usually go straight for my girls.” She says as cups her breasts.

“We’ll get there.” You say as you wrap your arm around her waist, “I want to take my time with you. But I’d be lying if I said I haven’t been thinking about your thighs the past few hours.”

“Then what are we doing just standing here?” Karina says with a smirk as she takes hold of your length and slides you in between her thighs.

With the help of the warm water from the shower as a lubricant, you start sliding your dick in between Karina’s thighs. She squeezes her limbs hard, making it as tight as possible for you. Feeling her flesh wrap around your length was mind breaking, while the top of your shaft rubbing against her folds was stimulating her as well.

“Fuck Karina… Jimin. Your thighs. They’re fucking perfect.” You say as you start building up speed. The water squelching in between her thighs as you start fucking her properly.

“Does it feel good? How my thick thighs squeeze you so hard?” Karina says as she reaches down and starts playing with her clit, adding to her pleasure and the build to her own release.

You capture her lips in a searing kiss as a response, but it only lasts for a moment before you pull out and spin her around. She gasps and laughs from the sudden action before you press her against the glass of the divider.

You slip yourself between Karina’s thighs again, continuing the fast pace you had already built. Your hand snakes down and meets hers at her clit, the both of you working it to pleasure her. Your other hand wraps around her, reaching for her breasts.

Just because you were fucking her thighs, doesn’t mean her tits didn’t deserve any attention. You hold her mounds, massaging her flesh, kneading them in your palms. You let her hardened nipples dance in the spaces between your fingers before you pinch and pull on them.

“Oh God, just like that…” she moans against the glass. The synced sensations you were giving her mounds and clit are getting to her. “Please. Don’t stop. I’m getting close.”

You’re pleased with the reaction you manage to elicit from her. You’re even more happy knowing that she was getting off from this too. You don’t reply with words, you never had any plans to. Your mouth was too busy with her neck. Planting kisses. Sucking on her flesh. Tasting her skin.

Your thrusts start to grow erratic. Each thrust has you almost slip into Karina, making her whimper each time. The top of your shaft continues to rub against her clit while you continue to play with the enlarged nub with your hand. Her hands reach back to cling to you, her fingers getting tangled in your hair as you continue to pump in between her thighs.

“God, just like that! I’m close I’m close I’m—”

“Fuck, Jimin! I’m—”

It takes just the right pressure on her clit, the right knead of her breast for Karina to break down in your hold. Her body melts in your embrace despite her grip on your neck and hair tightening. She lets out a scream followed by a series of moans and whimpers. Her nectar starts seeping between her lips, coating your shaft as you go through your own high.

You give Karina one final thrust as you succumb to your own climax. You put all your weight on her, pressing her against the glass as she goes through her high. You could feel her juices coat your length when you start to throb in between her thighs. The first rope shoots out and taints the clear glass, followed by the second, then the third, and so on. The throbs continue for god knows how long, leaving you confused as to where this was coming from.

Okay, maybe not.

Considering the sensation of having Karina’s smooth and full thighs squeezing hard and wrapped around your cock, maybe your high could have gone on forever.

Still, when the last of your release sputters out, some drops landing on Karina’s thighs, you feel yourself weaken. Your hands quickly stabilize yourself by pressing on the glass, Karina still being pressed against it.

For a while, only your combined labored breaths echo throughout the small confines of the shower. As the silence starts to grow, Karina starts giggling against the glass. It’s infectious as you start laughing to, your arms wrapping around her waist before you rest your head against her neck. She spins around in your embrace, her thighs finally letting your length fall free. She gives you a quick peck on the lips before pulling away and smiling.

“That was fun.” she says with a cheeky smile.

“Yeah…” You would say more, but you’re at a loss for words. 

“So…” Karina asks, “what else do you have planned after washing up again.”

This time your silence is intended. You didn’t really need words when your smirk could answer her for you.

— — —

After washing up again, you carry Karina out of the bathroom back into the bedroom. Her arms are wrapped around your neck, legs wrapped around your waist, all the while your lips are locked with hers in a searing kiss. You take a few steps before you smile through the kiss, tossing her on the bed making her laugh while she bounces on the mattress. You’re only separated for a second as you're back on her again, pinning her against the plush while your lips are locked. When you pull away, you finally answer her question from the shower.

“I want to taste you.” You whisper against her lips.

Karina spreads her legs, giving you one last quick peck before she starts pushing you down by your shoulders. “Be my guest.” She says it with a grin.

You trail kisses down Karina’s body as she pushes you down her frame. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t tempted to stop at certain parts of her figure (her tits), but alas it’s your idea to eat her out. You might as well make good on your promise.

You’re caught in a trance when you finally come face to face with Karina’s pussy. From your peripheral, you could see her staring daggers at you, eagerly waiting for your next move. Anticipating the pleasure she knows you’re going to give her.

It’s best not to keep her waiting.

You start off with small and quick exploratory (ironic considering the debauchery that the two of you have been doing the past few hours) kisses in the area surrounding her core. You plant them softly on her thighs, almost forgetting that you were fucking them mere minutes ago. You start near her midthighs, trailing them up just before her cunt before you go back down. You follow up with licks, making a path with your tongue that ends just close to her core again before retreating. Then you start biting her. Just lightly. Capturing her flesh in between your teeth before you start sucking. It leaves visible marks, light bruising from your teeth and lips. You continue the cycle, kissing, licking, biting, getting closer and closer to her pussy before you retreat back.

It teases Karina straight to the edge. She becomes a whimpering mess throughout this ordeal. Tossing and turning on the bed while her eyes are shut tight from the pleasure. Under her whimpers, you can already hear her muttering:

“Please please please please please…”

She’s desperate for it. Desperate for your touch. Desperate for you to make her feel good.

So you do.

From just above her puckered hole up to her clit, you give her one long and dragged out lick that shatters her. She starts quivering in your hold. A long moan breaks out from her mouth before she starts muttering again.

“Thank you! Fuck thank you I— Ohhhhh!”

Karina doesn’t get to finish her thought as moan forces its way out of her throat when you lick her again. And then you do it again. And again. You work her like she’s a popsicle. Your licks push deeper, feeling her inner walls surround your tongue. You taste her nectar straight from the source. The volume of her moans increases, the quantity too. She squirms on the mattress as it takes all your strength to keep her legs open.

“God… Oh fuck! Right there! Please, god! Keep going!”

As her pleas escape her mouth, you feel the urge to fulfill them.

You give her folds one final lick before you put all your attention on her clit. You capture the enlarged nub in between your lips, kissing it, sucking on it, making Karina mewl. You replace your tongue with something else, freeing her thigh from your grip before you ease a finger into her entrance. She shudders the second you enter her. Even biting her lower lip couldn’t muffle her moans. When you bring in a second you could see her eyes roll back. You think she passed out before her eyes open wide when you start pumping into her. 

You start off slow. Dragging your fingers out slowly before plunging back into her. She gasps whenever you hilt to the knuckle. Moans when you rub her inner walls. You pay attention to her reactions, especially when you put pressure on certain spots, trying to find her most sensitive points.

“FUCK! Yes! Right there! Right there!”

That must have been one of her more sensitive spots. It encourages you to push Karina’s pleasure to the next level. You build up a fast pace with your fingers, rigorously pumping into her cunt, focusing on the spots that had her shaking with a touch. Your mouth forms a seal on her clit, sucking the enlarged nub, flicking at it with your tongue. All of your actions work in harmony to push her closer and closer to her release until…

“Oh fuck!”

That curse signals Karina’s peak. Her third orgasm of the night. Her thighs finally overpower you, snapping around your head. Her body tenses up before her hips act on their own and start grinding against your face. Her fingers get entangled in your hair as she pushes you deeper into her core. The moans that follow her initial expletive start pouring out of her mouth, often inserting your name every few seconds. Throughout her climax, you never stop your actions. Your tongue replaces your fingers, lapping at her folds once again, capturing the jets of her juices that were coming at you.

It takes a few moments for Karina to settle down. Her thighs loosen up on your head. Her fingers let go of your hair. She melts back into the mattress, sinking into the plush with a satisfied smile plastered across her face. Her chest rises and falls slowly as she takes deeper and labored breaths, evidence of the intensity that you managed to put her through. Through her deep sighs you can hear her whisper softly:

“...everything…I…imagined…”

With what little strength she has left, she tugs you up her body. Again, you trail kisses on the way up, leaving visible marks with your lips still coated with her juices. She captures your lips in a searing kiss, her tongue lapping at yours, tasting herself on you. She licks your lips and the surrounding areas before her mouth grows into a smile.

“So… did I taste good?”

“Tasted fucking perfect Jimin.”

“Good.”

Karina’s strength surprises you, not because you didn’t think she was strong, but because you thought she didn’t have any left. She spins the two of you around, pinning you on the mattress while she straddles you. 

“Because I’ve been dying to have you back inside me.”

She reaches down, taking hold of your dick before nestling it at her entrance. Slowly, she sinks down your length, taking you inch by inch as her face contorts in pleasure. You could do nothing but let your hands gravitate to her waist and hold on for dear life as she takes control of the night. When she takes you to the hilt she lets out a guttural moan. She pauses for a second, adjusting to having you inside of her once again. When she’s comfortable, she slowly starts raising her hips, your shaft leaving her insides with a visible coating of her arousal. When only your tip is left inside, she slams her hips back down, taking you fully in one swift motion. She lets out a whimper as your tip presses on the entrance of her womb, desperately trying to stifle it by burying her head into your neck. She repeats the action again. And again. And again. Her hips bouncing on top of you. Your crotch meeting hers with a slap. You take her face out from your neck before you crash your lips onto hers in a searing kiss.

The way Karina rides you would look random to someone watching but, but all her actions were intentional. Precise. Each movement deliberate in pushing the both of you closer and closer to your shared peak. Each bounce drives you deeper and harder into her, pushing your tip against her womb. Each grind she does with her hips has your shaft rubbing against her most sensitive spots. She moans into your mouth while you groan into hers. If the past few hours weren’t heaven yet, this feeling now is.

Karina pulls away from the kiss, her moans freely filling the room. In between her moans are lust filled confessions that let you know how long you’ve been the center of her desires.

“God this is just how I imagined this!”

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this. How long I've dreamt of this.”

“Getting to finally kiss you. Finally hold you.”

“Fuck! You fill me up so fucking well. Make me feel better than anything that I could ever imagine!”

Her actions become frantic as she gets closer to her release. You could feel it. Her walls start to spasm around your shaft. You take it as a sign to help her get to her peak. You sit up, coming face to face with her breast. Your hands leave the dip of her waist, travelling up her body and grabbing her mounds. You knead them in your hands, massaging them to make her feel good. You capture one of her hardened peaks in your mouth, sucking on it while letting the other dance in the spaces between your fingers. You capture the other one too before you bring both of them into your mouth. You suck on them simultaneously, flicking your tongue against them. 

“God! Feels so fucking good! So much— too much—”

The added sensations were becoming too much for her. You could feel her walls start to contract around you. It takes only a moment, one last bounce and grind before she comes undone. 

“Oh fuck!”

Karina’s mouth falls open in a silent cry as she reaches her peak. Her inner walls start spasming violently around you, making it a challenge for you to hold back your own high. Her body stiffens, nearly falling backwards before you catch her. Your face remains buried into her chest as she hugs your head. Your lips remain active, kissing, biting, and licking her mounds as she holds your face close to her heart. In between her labored pants, some giggles escape her before she starts peppering the top of your head with kisses. She eventually melts in your embrace, nearly going limp in your hold. What comes out of her mouth is close to unintelligible as she wears a blissful smile with a glaze over her eyes. As she revels in her post high, she remains aloof to the fact that you have yet to finish, or your intention of getting her her fifth orgasm of the night.

Karina yelps in surprise when you suddenly pick her up and reverse your positions, pinning her on the bed. Your length never leaves her heat as you press her into the mattress. Unceremoniously, you start pistoning into her matching the pace that she set while riding you. You use her heightened sensitivity to your advantage, never letting her come down from her high in order to bring her closer to her final climax of the night.

“Oh God! Wait! Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck— Too much! Too fucking good— I can’t—”

She doesn’t get to finish her thought as you crash your lips onto hers. You continue fucking Karina at what looks like a erratic sprint, but every thrust into her is intentional. Each time you bottom out piercing deep into her. Each thrust rubbing against her sensitive spots. Her lips separate from yours in a fit of pleasure, her head hanging back and her mouth agape as a long moan escapes. You keep your mouth busy by focusing on her neck, finding the hollow of her throat and marking her flesh with kisses.

You’re racing the both of you to your shared peak. All the sensations pile on Karina’s heightened sensitivity, inching her closer to nirvana. You’re not far behind, with her previous orgasm nearly bringing you to the tipping point.

“Fuck yes. God, just like that! I’m so fucking close please! I’m close I’m close I’m—”

An earth shattering cry rips from Karina’s throat as it signals her peak. Her fingers dig into your back, her legs lock tight around your hips. Her body tenses up, back arching away from the bed and pushing into yours. Her hips grind against your crotch, meeting your thrusts and driving you deeper into her core. Her walls start fluttering around you, milking you for your orgasm that has yet to start. Fortunately, that’s what sets you over the edge.

“Jimin –FUCK– I’m—”

“Inside! Please, don’t pull out! Give it all to me inside!”

You bury yourself deep inside of Karina to fulfill her request. You feel the first throb of your dick as it shoots the first stream of your cum deep into her womb. You could do nothing but stay still and hold her close as you continue to throb inside of her, painting her inner walls white and flooding her insides with your seed. Your face was buried in the crook of her neck before she caressed your cheek, directing you to meet her in a passionate kiss.

Both you and Karina stay still through your shared nirvana. Both unable to move. Both unwilling to move. You hold each other close, lips clashing, tongues lapping. You continue to throb inside of her while her walls continue to milk you for all you have. 

After a few intense minutes, you both finally come down from your shared high. You both separate from the kiss as you both need more air in your lungs. Karina’s grip on you with her arms and legs loosen, her body melting and sinking into the mattress. Her walls start to calm down around your length as well. You use your remaining strength to keep yourself from crashing on top of her. Slowly, your gazes meet again. You both get lost in each other’s eyes for a moment, then she weakly reaches up with both hands for your face. You lean in to her, letting her guide your lips back to hers in a soft kiss. It only lasts seconds, but it feels like forever. When you both pull away, you both form a smile, unable to contain your emotions. You slip out of her, lying down to her side as you start to realize what just happened. For a minute, you end up staring at the ceiling with only your shared labored breaths battling the silence of the room. When you finally look to your side to find her still looking at you. You can’t help but match the smile she was wearing. The smile doesn’t even disappear when she finally breaks the silence.

“Hey.”

You’re amazed at how smoothly it just rolls off of her lips. Like the past few hours of debauchery didn’t happen. You could think of no reply except one thing:

“Hi.”

You both end up giggling from the back and forth. Karina lets out a yawn, understandable considering that you did the equivalent of a marathon the whole night. You pull her in close as the fatigue starts to get to her. As you hold her while she starts to sleep, you kiss her on her forehead and whisper a final message for the night.

“Thank you, Jimin.”

The soft smile that forms on her face is the last thing you remember before losing consciousness yourself.

— — —

You start waking up when you feel the sunlight hit your face. When you sit up, you find yourself alone in the hotel room. You’re disappointed at first, thinking that Karina just left after your wonderful night together, but then you see your phone.

Under an unlisted number, you see a series of texts that instantly tells you that last night wasn’t just a dream.

Hey. It’s Jimin. I hope you don’t mind that I left my number on your phone. 

Sorry I had to leave early. Manager called about a schedule. 

Last night was amazing. Give me a call when your divorce is settled. 

Let’s go on a proper first date then. Maybe you’ll finally fuck my tits afterwards. ;)

The last line makes you chuckle. You save the number under her real name.

Jimin

Because that’s who you remember.

Not the idol.

But the person behind the persona who actually cared about you.

The one who helped you realize that it’s okay to move on. 

Before you get dressed and head to your own room, you send a reply before tossing your phone on the bed.

Thanks for last night.

And believe me. 

You press your back against the double hinged doors, pushing through whilst carrying a heavy crate of beer. You grunt in effort as you lift the crate onto the counter, releasing a sigh of relief as you step back, elbows perchiing on the sink behind.

“Looks like it won’t be as busy today, sunbae.”

You turn your head, and watch as she saunters her way to the crate with an exaggerated sway in her hips. She crouches down in front of you, her shirt riding up and exposing the small of her back. Your eyes drop before you can stop them, admiring the dimple. You look back up only when her head turns to you.

“Pass me the beers.”

You push off the sink, and walk to the crate. You pull out one beer, and place it in her open hand. Again and again. The movement is almost mechanical. Your eyes stay trained on her—the soft curve of her chest from above, and her thighs, all tense from crouching. You breathe sharply through your nose, your grip on the neck of a beer bottle a bit too tight. You want to put your mouth there. Between her legs. You don’t even try to take it back.

After the last bottle, she rises to her feet so slow it’s almost performative. You know you’re staring, but you can’t wrench your eyes away. She stands up tall next to you, fluttering her eyelashes, a small smirk pulling at the corner of her mouth.

Anna Tanaka is a shameless flirt. Has been since she first stepped foot into this small, decrepit place your boss calls a bar. Throughout orientation, her eyes stayed on you. Only you. And she made no effort to hide it, either. She even personally asked for you to train her.

Not that you’d object. One look at her and you’d have said yes to anything.

Both of you stare out to the rest of the place, watching the few patrons already here. Jackasses in office suits, nursing a couple beers that will later evolve into buying tequila shots or whiskey bottles. A lone man at the other end of the bar. Looks like he’s been crying. Not your problem as long as he pays and doesn’t make a scene. There’s one person dancing to some shitty bar music you no longer care to remember the name of.

It’s a wonder you haven’t gone deaf yet with how terrible and loud it is.

“It’s rarely busy on a Wednesday night Tanaka. People who come into bars on a Wednesday are here for two reasons: one,” you lift your index finger. “They fucked up so bad at work, they have to drown their sorrows. And two,” you lift another finger. “Their home life is so shit, they’d rather be anywhere else.”

She looks over to you. “So what does that make us?”

You meet her eyes, holding her gaze far longer than necessary. “We’re the exception. We’re here to make money.” You flash her a toothy grin, one that she reciprocates.

You glance over her shoulder, and you see someone wave for service. You point with your eyes. She scoffs before making her way over, and you watch as she taps her fingers across the counter, the other hand coming up to her hair, shaking it loose.

You gulp unconsciously.

Her forearms press against the hard counter. She’s on her tiptoes, leaning closer to hear his order, and you can’t help yourself. Your eyes travel from her long, toned legs to her ass. Her skirt is so short that it rides up, revealing its curve and the panties underneath.

Black. Lacy.

You grip the counter harder than you intended, standing there for a second, jaw tight, cock already half-hard, reminding yourself that you’re here to work.

Once your breathing is under control, your eyes travel up and meet hers.

She’s smiling that sultry smile that tells you this was all on purpose. Her eyes travel lower to your tight jeans, biting her lower lip before turning her attention back to the customer.

It started with mindless flirting. She’d tell you that you look good, and you’d say that pigtails suit her, like you haven’t been thinking about them all shift or imagining wrapping them around your hands. And it evolved from there. Your hand lightly grazing against her lower back, her pressing up against you to light slaps on her ass and not so light gropes on your balls. You never complained.

A new customer pulls your attention to the edge of the bar.

“Behind.”

You try and squeeze past her except she arches her back and presses her ass against you and the sound that leaves you isn’t professional or controlled or anything close. You feel yourself strain against your jeans.

She doesn’t look back, but you see the way her thighs press together and you know she’s just as affected.

She later joins you in making a drink and she has the audacity to press up against you. Her chest presses against your arm as she reaches for a whiskey glass. You feel the stares from behind, the daggers thrown at you by men who thought they had a chance with her.

You breathe out slowly, head tipping back.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Tanaka—”

“And you’re a willing participant sunbae.” She’s right, but you’re not going to answer her. “Pass me the bottle.”

You grab it without looking, handing it over and ignoring the way her fingers linger on yours for a few seconds. You watch as she pours the content into a shaker, watch as her wrists snap back and forth, and you can’t help but imagine it’s your cock in her hands. And that thought has your pulse thrumming in your ears, and your throat dry.

She leaves your side, moving to serve the customer, and already you miss her scent.

The alarm on your phone rings out. 6PM. You finish serving your customer before you walk behind her, one hand on her waist, mouth grazing against her ear, your breath washing over her. If the customer she just served had anything to say, he didn’t, not when it’s clear she’s enjoying you behind her, her eyes slightly rolling back, a shaky breath escaping.

“6PM. Evening rush.” You gently blow against her ear, your hand tightening on her waist. “Want a shot?”

She turns her head slightly to look at you, eyes travelling down to your lips. For a moment, you see it, the composure slipping. Her tongue darts out, wetting her lips, her cheeks flushing. Her breath is warm against your mouth, and you push yourself further into her.

“Y—yeah.”

Your free hand reaches down, grabs two shot glasses and a bottle of tequila from under the counter. Your eyes stay on her as she turns her head, watching you pour two shots and making a mess of the counter. The hand on her waist travels up, slowly. Fingertips grazing her exposed midriff, between the valley of her breasts before planting themselves at the base her throat. She swallows hard, and you can’t help the smile on your face. You put the bottle down, take a shot glass, and hold it to her mouth.

“Open up.”

Her head tilts back, resting against your shoulder and you’re hit with her scent, surrounding you. Vanilla and sweat mixing together. Intoxicating and arousing. You harden at her feel and smell, your cock pressing firmly against her ass.

She can’t help the moan escaping her, quiet like a whisper. Only you and the person she just served could hear her.

You tip the shot into her mouth. Watch as her face grimaces at the taste and burn, her throat working it down to her stomach.

“Good girl.”

A drop of tequila lingers on her bottom lip, threatening to make its way down her chin. You place the shot glass down on the counter hard, moving your thumb to swipe at the offending drop.

She watches, eyes half-lidded, as you press your thumb against her lips. They open without resistance, sucking with fervour.

You groan in her ear, loud and obnoxious. If she sucks your thumb like this, you can’t imagine what she’d do with your cock.

A squeaking barstool interrupts your little performance. The customer adjusts himself, the drink already gone.

“Take this,” you push your shot glass of tequila towards him. “On the house.”

You turn to face her again, your lips coming down and pressing on her temple. Your voice is soft yet rough, your arousal seeping through despite your best efforts to cover it. “Let’s finish our shift early.”

She nods enthusiastically. Whines when you step away just as more customers enter the bar.

The next couple hours were hectic.

You go through through the motions. Taking orders, mixing drinks, and the occasional wave to the security guard to kick someone out. There are too many bodies. The room smells like sweat and a concoction of perfume that don’t mix well. You watch people move to the dance floor, grinding all over each other as if they won’t have regrets come tomorrow morning.

The bass from the speakers vibrate throughout the bar, the music muffling the orders from the patrons. The floor and counter is sticky from spilled drinks, and other liquids you don’t want to know about.

And through it all, Anna is the only one that makes working these shifts all worth it.

The two of you work in sync, moving around each other like it’s a practiced dance. Neither of you speak, already knowing what the other needs. Whenever you go high to reach something, she’d go below you, occasionally brushing your cock with her arm. She doesn’t look back at you as you shoot a glare in faux annoyance, stuck standing in that awkward position until you’ve calmed yourself down. 6 months of training, of teasing and being teased—it adds up.

A patron flags you down. “I don’t want you. I want her!”

Your expression turns cold. “I’m sorry sir, she’s busy with a customer right now. You can wait but it could take a while.” You turn to her, watching as she makes eyes to some nervous university student, chin propped up in one hand, the other placing featherlight touches against the back of his hand. You smirk despite yourself, watch as he goes red in the face, stuttering incoherently. She smiles, eyes turning into crescents as if she was genuinely interested. He pulls out his wallet, slaps more bills down onto the counter as a tip.

You chuckle, turning back to the man. “Or you could get a drink now and enjoy the rest of your night.”

He grumbles his order, turning around to look for someone more willing as you move off to make his drink.

It’s simple really. You deal with the sleazy, old men that come to leer at her, some of them don’t even bother removing their wedding rings. And she takes care of the young, and shy interns or students who don’t know what to say to someone as hot as her. You protect her from unwanted advances and she rakes in huge tips.

Simple. Effective.

Eventually, activity at the bar slows down. Besides the men eyeing her up, no one has come up for drinks in the last five minutes.

You lean against the wall, eyes darting from a group of girls making a nuisance of themselves on one of the tables to a man being overly aggressive with the DJ. The place is getting warmer, unbelievably so. Everything feels damp, your hands are clammy from doing nothing, and it feels like you’re breathing in sweat more than anything else.

“Sunbae…” You turn to Anna, pushing through the doors, walking up and joining you against the wall. “You were right. AC is down."

You suck air through your teeth. “Of course it is. What did the boss say?”

She leans against you, head resting on your shoulder. She takes one of your hands, intertwines her fingers through yours.

“Nothing much. Can’t do much about it now he said. Technician’s coming in tomorrow.”

She keeps talking. You don’t hear any of it though, eyes trained on the way her hand melds perfectly with yours, how your thumb instinctively rubs the back of her hand as if you’ve been in a long term relationship.

Your eyes travel up her arms, glistening with sweat, rivulets finding their way down before falling on to the floor. Her crop top sticks to her like a second skin, the top of her breasts shining against the strobe lights. You watch her face, and how matted her hair is, sticking to her forehead, and you think you want to see her like this again. But in bed.

“Seriously?”

You swallow thickly. “W—what?”

She turns, properly facing you now. “Tell me.” One leg moves between yours, a constant, pleasurable pressure on your cock that you can’t help but release a rough moan. “Tell me what you’re thinking about. It must be good if it has you like… this.”

You smirk devilishly. “Are you sure you can handle my fantasies?”

Your hand moves from your side, presses against her navel. Your thumb swipes against the smooth plane before you bring it to your mouth, tasting her.

It’s tart. And addictive all at the same time.

Anna’s eyes grow wide, pupils swallowing the colour of her eyes. Her breathing becomes shallow and the flush on her cheeks from the heat in the air, darkens further in lust.

You lean down until your mouth brushes against her ear. You start whispering just as your hand on her stomach inches its way down.

“I want you so bad. Ever since you first joined. Your constant teasing…” your hand dips underneath the hem of her skirt, “… made it so hard for me. How are you going to repay me?”

“I—I—” She doesn’t finish.

You press down against her pubic bone, and the sound that escapes her is a revelation. Far better than whatever sound your mind concocted. Her eyelids become heavy and her breathing erratic against your face. Her lips are parted, and you stare at them for the longest time, trying your best not to kiss her right there.

Your hand travels lower against her panties. Soaked through. You leave your hand there, rhythmically tapping against her core in time with the beat of the music, and you watch as her composure slowly falls away.

She’s pushing herself onto your hand, grinding against you in such a way that it’s not obvious to those on the other side of the bar. The movement is light and miniscule, bouncing on her tiptoes for more friction.

You laugh in her ear, mocking. “Is that enough?”

Her eyes flutter shut, head falling and resting on your shoulder. Both her hands have a hold on your arm, keeping your hand right where it is.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t affected by all this. The top of her hair right under your nose, the smell of her shampoo filling your lungs. Her chest touches yours, her erratic breathing pushing her tits into you. The soft mounds a sharp contrast to the stiff peaks of her nipples poking you. What’s affecting you the most though is the wetness coating your hand. It’s soaking through the lace and it’s sticky and the fact you’re the root cause feeds your ego.

“Hey, you two.” Her eyes snap open, body frozen against yours. You both turn towards the voice. Your co-workers come through the door, one on their phone, the other struggling to carry a new crate of beer. “You’re on break. Take—”

You don’t hear the rest.

Anna forcefully pulls your hand out of her skirt, her grip tightening on your wrist so that it’s almost painful. She drags you through the doors, ignoring the puzzled look from the others. She doesn’t stop, not until you’re in the storage closet, shutting and locking the door behind you.

You’re already on your knees as she turns around. Your hands finding her waist, pushing her flat against the door.

You hear the sharp intake of breath, feel her thighs quiver as your breath washes over them. She looks down at you, her eyes screaming, begging you to follow through. You press a kiss on the inside of her thigh, and she’s snapped, her head hitting the door with a heavy thud.

You take things slow. A soft kiss against her knee, a lick up her thigh followed by quiet suction, and eventually, your teeth grazing against her core. You repeat this on both legs. 10. 20 times. You don’t know. But the painful strain in your pants and the way her fingers thread through your hair means she’s done waiting.

“Pl—please sunbae… please…”

Her sentences are incoherent, too lost in the feel of you to properly say what she wants. But you know. And you’re excited to give it to her.

Your hands travel down from her waist, and climbs up underneath her skirt. Her skin feels hot against yours, and you suddenly remember all the times you’ve touched her prior to this moment. Like when she used the shaker for the first time, her small hands encompassed by yours as you taught her your technique. Or when she brushed hair out of your eyes during that one shift, her fingers lingering against your temple longer than necessary.

You’re not stupid. Her signals were obvious. And so were yours. Both of you were bound to fall off the edge at some point.

Your only regret is that you’re going to fuck her in the dirty storage closet of your workplace.

Your hands find what they’re looking for. Her panties. You pull them off slowly, watching as it clings onto her lips before peeling off. You inhale her scent, breathing in deeply. It’s intoxicating and it makes your head dizzy. Your tongue darts out your mouth, one long lick and you can’t wait to taste more.

“Oh… fuck…”

You stay down, tasting every inch of her, focusing especially on her clit, sucking and flicking it with your tongue. Her arousal starts coating your mouth as you keep going despite the ache in your jaw and the lack of oxygen as she clenches her thighs around you.

Soon enough, her legs start to give out, back sliding down the door. Your hands quickly move, throwing one leg over your shoulder before making their way to her ass, holding her up as you continue eating her out.

Her moans are loud, unrestrained. She’s repeating the same word like a chant, slowly devolving into broken noise. They used to be measured, coming out every few seconds or so. Now it’s an endless stream of curses and your name spilling out of her mouth. If it weren’t for the loud music at the bar, you’d surely be caught by now.

You can’t see her, face covered by her skirt but all the signs are there. The way her walls flutter around your tongue as you push in. Her thighs shaking incessantly around your ears, and how her grinding has become more forceful. She’s lost all semblance of control, the dull ache from her grip in your hair turns into searing pain. It’s like she’s forgotten you’re a person; you’re a toy, your sole purpose being to help her reach her high.

“Fuck… fuck…”

You’ll gladly be a toy if it meant seeing her like this again.

You lap at her folds, tasting every inch of her like she’s some delicacy no one’s heard of. The pressure of your tongue is consistent, driving her crazy. It’s enough to keep her on edge, just not enough to push her over it. The hand in her mouth leaves, and the music from the bar is replaced by her.

You move up, tongue darting over her clit with precision, circling it with the tip. Or you press it flat, feel her shake at the constant stimulation. You replace your tongue with your mouth, sucking on her clit gently. Her whimpers grow louder, pitched higher, and she’s arching her back, pressing herself firmly into your mouth.

She goes quiet first, her body frozen. And then she breaks. Her whole body convulsing, thrashing hard enough that you’re losing your grip. Her mouth is open in a scream, and you feel her arousal coat your chin and stain your shirt.

Your mouth returns to her folds, lapping as much as you can while she whimpers, oversensitive. Her grip on your hair loosens, her arms like jelly as she tries to push you away.

You eventually relent, lowering her down to the floor, her leg falling limply from your shoulder. You remove yourself from under her skirt, and already you miss her smell and taste.

It’s the first time you’re actually seeing what you’ve done. She’s folded against the door, her exposed stomach glistening from exertion, chest heaving, an attempt to get as much oxygen into her lungs. Your eyes move to her mouth, lips parted, tongue partially out as she looks at you with glassy eyes. Her hair is matted against her forehead and her cheeks are flushed a deep crimson.

You crawl over her, hand moving behind her neck before you kiss her. It’s messy and languid, her tongue gently caressing yours. She moans against your mouth, tasting herself on you—sweet yet tangy—and she wants more, kissing you with so much fervour, it catches you off guard.

“I—I taste so good…”

Only now you realise this is your first kiss with her. And it’s in the back of the bar, with her cum all over your mouth. You don’t know what you expected your first kiss with her to be like but it certainly wasn’t this.

You move your lips down as she tilts her head up, sucking hard against her skin. She moans, hand coming up and cradling your head against her as you leave a bruise. You swipe your tongue along the column of her throat, all the way up to the shell of her ear as you use your free hand to free yourself from your jeans.

You’re harder than you’ve ever been before, the head is swollen, red, and dripping precum in the small space between you.

You slowly get to your feet, one hand on your cock as you shuffle closer, the jeans around your ankles making it awkward and annoying. And Anna’s staring at it the whole time, her glazed eyes focusing, tongue wetting her lips as she swallows thickly.

Her head is still pressed against the door as you press the head of your cock against her lips, coating them with your precum. She opens without resistance, letting you push all the way until you’re at the back of her throat. She gags around your length before closing her lips around it, tongue flicking underneath the head. You rest a hand against the door, the other pulling her hair into a ponytail as you start slowly thrusting into her mouth.

The haze of her orgasm has made her pliant, more willing to your advances. If it were anyone else, you wouldn’t consider fucking their face like you are with her. She just brings that side of you out.

“Fuck… your mouth feels so good.”

You hear a muffled mewl at your praise, and she starts working harder, timing her head bob with your thrusts. She pays extra attention to your tip, circling her tongue around it and flicking at the slit. You watch the way her lips cling to your cock as you pull out, at the spit escaping from the corners of mouth, dripping slowly down her chin.

Her arms that were limp at her side, suddenly gain strength, and slowly makes their way from her toned, sweaty midriff to her crop top. She pulls on the neckline, releasing her breasts from their confines just as the spit falls, landing in the valley between. She pushes her tits together, coating them in spit, twisting and pulling at her nipples. She moans, and the vibrations along your length almost sent you over the edge.

You grab her head with both hands, forcing yourself further down her throat. She’s gagging at the intrusion, cloudy eyes that were staring up at you now squeezed shut with tears threatening to fall. Your pace turns brutal, the slap of your balls against her chin drowns her gagging and the patrons outside. Occasionally, her head bangs against the door. She doesn’t complain though, hands moving to your ass, pushing you further in until her face is flush against your stomach. You keep her there, amazed at how well she’s doing. How she swallows around you, massaging you, and how, despite your attempts to pull away, she traps you there, refusing to let you leave despite her tears mixing with her mascara down her cheeks.

You breathe heavily through your nose, the grip on her head loosening, replaced by gentle pats on her head. “Good girl.”

She swallows around you, tries to push you in deeper. As if your praise was the encouragement she needed to deepthroat you further. But eventually, she had to let you leave.

Your cock is slick with a mixture of her saliva and your precum. You look over at her, chest heaving, coughing every few seconds. You don’t give her much rest though, already pushing back in, slower, gentler. You’re not chasing the high, only the feel of her wet mouth around you.

The suction, the vibration of her moans all becomes too much. Your hips stutter, the rhythm of your thrusts breaking.

You pull out immediately, catching your breath, your hand resting on the door, keeping you up.

“W—why did you stop?” She looks up at you with wide eyes, the flush on her cheeks spreading down her neck to the top of her breasts. She tries reaching for your cock again, mouth almost over it before you press two fingers against her forehead, stopping her in her tracks.

You don’t say anything. Instead, you reach your hand out to her, and you see how quick the decision was made in her eyes. She takes it without hesitation, allowing herself to be pulled up by you. Her hand is small in yours, dainty too. Like she doesn’t belong in a place like this, making drinks and relying on tips to get through the months.

Her feet are still unsteady as she stands, her hand reaching out and landing on your chest as she steadies herself. Your free hand instinctively wraps around her waist, pulling her flush to you.

You stare at her for the longest time, memorising her features. The tiny freckles along her nose, her deep, dark eyes that you could get lost in if you let yourself. She’s staring at you like she belongs to you, waiting for you to do something, and it tightens something in your chest. Your eyes start mapping her face and you see what you’ve done to her. The mascara streaks down her cheeks, the smudged lipstick across her parted lips. She’s still panting, her breath washing over you.

You let go of her hand, placing it where your heart is. You caress her cheeks, wiping at the mascara before doing the same at her lips. You watch in silent surprise at the way her mouth automatically opens wider as your thumb brushes against it before entering. Her lips, red and swollen, wraps around it, sucking on it gently. Her cheeks hollow as she stares into your eyes with a sultry look.

You’re breathless, eyes dilating at the scene, your cock hardening too, especially when her free hand reaches down, stroking you against her stomach, twisting at the head.

You close your eyes, your forehead finding hers as you let her continue sucking your thumb and stroking your cock. The sensation is wonderful. Her soft, lithe hand feels exquisite on you, the way she squeezes at the head or rapidly jerks you off at the base and it reminds you of when she uses the shaker.

“Anna…”

You slowly open your eyes, removing your thumb from her mouth. You place both your hands on her cheeks before closing the distance.

The kiss is different. It’s not an act of passion or an in the moment kiss. It’s one that highlights how much she’s liked you in the time you’ve known each other. All the emotions poured into it as if words aren’t enough to tell you everything.

You just hope you were able to show how much you care for her through yours.

You begin to move, stepping out of your jeans, hands still on her face, and your lips still attached as you drag her further into the closet until her back is pressed against the shelves. A groan escapes her as her back softly slams against it before she finds your mouth again. The spare pint glasses on the shelves start shaking as you push her further into it.

You both separate, foreheads touching as you both breath heavily in the space between. Both your eyes fall to your cock, twitching against her folds, leaking precum, and the pair of you moan at the sight. You hold it by the base, sliding it along her folds, and she pants against you, her head falling onto your shoulder, biting you gently to muffle the sounds spilling from her mouth.

“S—sunbae…”

You don’t wait any longer. You continue rubbing yourself on her as your other hand finds the back of one of her thighs. You lift it high. Until her foot is beside your head, and her leg is sandwiched between your bodies.

“F—fuck…”

You push inside, groaning at the overwhelming heat and tightness. Her orgasm has left her wet and dripping, making it easier to slide in further. Anna exhales shakily against your mouth, her breathing uneven. Her hands find your shoulders, nails digging deeper the further in you go. When you finally bottom out, your pelvis pressed flush against hers, do you release a breath you didn’t know you were holding, and you watch as her eyes flutter close, head falling backwards, knocking a few tumblers down.

You stay like this, enjoying the feel around you, the way her walls flutter along your length. You look down at where you join, and her name comes out your mouth subconsciously.

“Anna… look.”

And she does. Watches as you start grinding. She’s moaning softly, and her eyes start dilating. The hands on your shoulders move down to your chest, weakly pushing at you. “Move.”

You start slowly, pulling all the way until your tip before slamming all the way in. Your thrusts are heavy and hard. She takes your whole length with every stroke, and every time you bottom out, a whimper spills from her mouth, broken and desperate. Her back arches against the shelves, and the way she clenches around you as you pull out—like she’s trying to stop you from leaving—is overwhelming.

“Y—you’re so deep…”

Her eyes roll back at a particular hard thrust, jostling her against the shelves. More glasses tip over but you don’t care anymore. Your entire focus is on her.

You fuck her faster, harder. Her walls start fluttering around you with no rhythm, trying to milk you. She breathlessly repeats your name, eyes closing in pleasure, hands grabbing the uprights. The slap of skin on skin, and your panting, drowns everything out, even your ringing phone.

You see everything. The way she bites her lip in a futile attempt to stay quiet, her tits bouncing with every hard thrust. You look down, and you can see where you connect, how she has a tight grip on you, how she stretches around your girth. Every time you pull back, more of her arousal escapes, running down the one leg she’s standing on.

“Shit… don’t stop—please…”

The leg on your shoulder starts shaking violently. Your hand moves, gently grabbing the ankle, thumb soothingly caressing it while you plant soft kisses against her calf. The smooth skin feels wonderful against your lips, and you imagine how great it would be to have them tangled with yours in bed.

“M—more…”

Your other hand grabs her breast, kneading the flesh, her nipple poking through your fingers. You hold on as your pace increases, your hips snapping against hers. You’re breathing heavily, eyes travelling to her face where her eyes are closed, tears spilling.

Her walls clench around you erratically, her moans growing louder, becoming more high pitched, more desperate. “I—I’m gonna c—cum…” Your thumb and index fingers find her nipple. You pinch and pull and that’s all it takes.

Her orgasm hits her hard, back arching high, a scream tearing from her throat. It’s so loud, you had to cover her mouth. Her pussy strangles your cock, gushing around you, and you feel wetness on your thighs.

You keep your pace steady, ignoring her oversensitive gasps. Her hand claw at your shoulder, and she tries to remove her leg. You hug her leg, keeping it on your shoulder as you continue to fuck her through her orgasm, her tears flowing freely now.

Her flushed cheeks, parted mouth, and her glazed over eyes. She’s so distractingly beautiful like this that you temporarily lose your rhythm.

You feel your balls tighten, pleasure coiling at your spine, and the fact that she whispers your name—all broken, desperate, and rough—sends you over the edge.

You slam into her one final time, burying yourself deep. And you cum. The orgasm is blinding, your vision blurring as the pleasure rips through you and you empty yourself inside her, filling her with rope after rope of cum. She moans brokenly as she milks you for everything you have and more.

For a few seconds, nothing exists except the two of you. Your heavy breathing mingles in the space between you. Her slick skin presses against you, and you wish you could stay like this forever. But reality comes back—Anna’s chest moving up and down quickly, the mess between her legs, and your legs start shaking too.

You pull out slowly, and she whimpers at your loss. You slowly lower her leg onto the floor, catching her as she falls forward. You gently bring her down to a sitting position, back against the shelves as you take a seat opposite. Your cum starts leaking out of her, mixing with her arousal, staining the floor underneath.

She starts laughing breathlessly, her foot tapping against your thigh as she looks at you with what can only be described as adoration in her eyes. “My legs are numb.”

You chuckle under your breath. “Sorry. Guess I got a bit carried away.”

Her hand moves to her hair, ruffling it slightly before it makes its way between her legs, scooping up your cum with two fingers. You watch as she plays with it. “Don’t be. That was the best sex I’ve ever had.” She puts her fingers in her mouth, cleaning them before pulling it out with a loud pop, showing you the evidence.

“You’re going to be the death of me Tanaka.”

She moves, crawling towards you with an exaggerated sway of her hips and a predatory grin on her lips. She settles on your lap, fingers gently grazing your cock back to full mast. She leans toward you, until her lips are inches from yours.

——

A minute later and you’re at the water cooler. You lean down, grab a plastic cup and pour yourself some water. You drink another. And another. You feel hot and dizzy, Sohyun’s teasing still on your mind.

How did she know about your crush? There’s no way she did all that and not know about it. You grip the edge of the cooler. She always knows.

You stand straight, loosening your tie before gulping down another cup. You stay at the cooler for a few more minutes, hoping by the time you’re back at your desk, Xinyu’s gone. Hope that Sohyun shuts up and does some work for once.

Your prayers weren’t answered.

You hear her before she comes into view—laughing, voice pitched low. An intern stammers something. Files hit the floor. You turn and look. She’s crouched beside the intern, handing them the files one by one. Then she ruffles their hair.

She stands back up and approaches the water cooler.

“Enjoying the show?”

You don’t answer, choosing to read the endless number of flyers on the board instead.

She stands in front of you, grabs her own cup before drinking.

You shouldn’t look. You do anyway. How she tilts her head further back than normal, the way her throat bobs after every swallow. You look lower, the top buttons of her shirt undone, her loosened tie hangs crooked.

You hear a little laugh—low, barely audible. She’s watching you stare out the corner of her eye, a smirk plastered on her face.

You walk off before she can say anything.

——

You look down at the clock on your computer screen.

7pm.

Most of the workers have left for the day. Just you and Park Sohyun.

You stretch your arms above your head, a small sound escaping your mouth. You remove the headphones before rubbing your eyes. With deadlines approaching, you’ve been spending more late nights at the office, crunching numbers, creating diagrams.

You stand, wobbling a bit. Your legs must’ve fallen asleep from the hours in front of your screen. You grab your coat and your bag, ready to leave.

“Hey, can you help me with this?”

You close your eyes. The elevators were right there.

But something pulls you back. Obligation. Stupidity.

You sigh loudly. Let your head drop and trudge over.

“Something doesn’t look right on the spreadsheet.”

You lean, hovering over her shoulders, checking her work. You scroll up and down. Looking for the mistakes she made. Ignoring the scent of her perfume surrounding you.

“There,” you say, circling the problem with the mouse, “the equation is wrong. It’s supposed to be this.” You lean down fixing the equation and watch how the spreadsheet corrects itself.

“My saviour,” she props her chin on her hand, watching you like you’re a puzzle to solve.

You keep your eyes on the screen.

“Is that it?”

She nods her head slightly.

You’re halfway to the elevators when she calls for you.

“Wait for me.”

You ignore her. Press the button to call the elevator. When it arrives, you enter quickly, press for the ground floor and push the close button. Again and again.

Her hand catches the door.

“Wow. You’re fucking rude.”

You ignore her comment and step to the side.

The journey to the ground floor feels like hours.

From the corner of your eye, you see her reach up. The clip comes out. She shakes her hair loose, then turns toward you.

You don’t make eye contact. But the doors are polished steel. You see her anyway—tucking her hair behind her ear, leaning back against the railing.

“You like Xinyu? She’s too good for you,” she says, tilting her head to get a better look at your face, at your reaction. “She’s got a nice body, I’ll give her that. Long legs. Pretty smile.” She pauses, eyes flicking to yours in the reflection. “That round—“

You turn, facing her. “What are you doing?”

She bites her bottom lip. Pushes off the railing and steps closer. Too close.

“It’s fun teasing you.”

You stare at her. What the hell is she talking about?

“You act all high and mighty. Act like whatever I do is beneath you, that it doesn’t affect you,” she plays with your tie, twirling it around her finger. “But I think there’s more. I think you enjoy it and I’m starting to wonder how long before you break.”

The door opens suddenly. She walks out without another word. Heels tapping against the tile—sharp and even. You’re still standing there, breathing too hard.

——

You walk along the streets of Seoul in the early morning, weaving through people as you get to work. It’s cold. Your coat doing little against the winter wind, hands trembling.

You enter the building, pausing to warm your hands. You wait for the elevator. Bow to a coworker. And another. You’re not really seeing them.

You smell her before you see her. She’s beside you. Of course she is.

The elevator door opens. You get in quickly, aiming for the back before she follows. More people start filing in, pushing you into a corner.

She’s in front of you. Facing you.

The elevator begins its ascent. She shifts, pressing against you—just slightly. She’s watching your face. You breathe in. Stare at the ceiling panel, the lights, anything.

Her hand finds your forearm. Squeezes. Firmly. You look down. You don’t want to. But you do anyway.

Your vision blurs at the edges. It’s her face—sharp and clear.

Hair pulled up in a high ponytail, exposing her face, making it harder to look away from. Glasses sliding down her nose. She’s looking at you over her frames.

Your breath catches. She licks her lips—slow, deliberate.

This isn’t teasing anymore.

Maybe you shouldn’t have taken her threat so lightly.

People leave. There’s more room now but she doesn’t move but presses closer.

The door opens on your floor. You exhale loudly. She steps back slowly. Her fingers trail down your forearm—light and deliberate. Then she turns. Walks to her desk like nothing happened.

——

You feel your eyes slowly close.

You’ve been sat in this meeting room for two hours, manager droning on about numbers, projections, expectations. You don’t retain much. Just twirling your pen between your fingers.

You scan the room. Everyone’s half asleep—stifling yawns, glazed eyes. Until you reach her.

She’s not looking at the presentation. But at you. Chin propped up on her hand. Fingers lightly tapping against her cheek—slow, rhythmic. Like she’s waiting for something.

Your eyes drift lower. Lips parted. Glossed. Catching the light. Top buttons undone, a small necklace rests on her collarbone.

You turn back towards the presentation.

A gentle thud echoes in the room. You ignore it. Until you can’t.

Your head snaps toward her.

Her heel. On the floor. And she’s not picking it up. Then you feel it. Her foot. Sliding up your calf. Slowly. Higher and higher.

She gives you a wink.

Your breath catches. Your heart—

“Are you paying attention?”

You turn your head back to your manager, face burning.

You swallow. “Y—yeah.”

He narrows his eyes. Holds your gaze for a beat before continuing.

You hear it. Quiet but there.

She’s laughing.

Her foot slides down. Slowly. She slips her heel back on.

You don’t move. Don’t breathe. Just staring at the presentation like your life depends on it.

——

The meeting ends. You stand and make your way to her quick. You grab her wrist—tight—and pull. She stumbles after you. People are staring. You don’t care. The emergency stairwell. You don’t slow down.

You slam the door open, shoving her inside. Her back hits the wall. You take three steps back and begin pacing, breathing heavily.

“What the hell is your problem?” Your voice echoes in the stairwell.

She doesn’t say anything. Just watches you, a small smile tugging at her mouth.

You stop pacing. Moved closer until you tower over her. “We’re at work and you’re doing this shit!” You say, voice low and harsh.

She tilts her head. Looks up at you through her lashes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

She’s breathing heavily. You’re just too angry to notice.

You press in closer. Your leg between hers. Your hand finds her wrist and pins it to the wall beside her head. You’re close enough to feel her breath. To see her pupils dilate.

“Is this what you want?”

She doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t look away.

You lower your head. Until your lips are a breath from hers. This would shut her up.

You close your eyes as you inch closer. Hers stay open.

Your lips graze hers. You pull back. Fast. You stumble slightly.

She pushes off the wall, smooths down her shirt, readjusts her glasses. “Nice try. You’ve made a scene now. Good luck talking yourself out of this.”

She opens the door. Walks out. You see your coworkers. Staring.

Everyone saw.

——

You didn’t think life here could get worse.

Everyone around you whispers. About you. About the stairwell. You’re painted as the villain. Jealous. Unstable.

If only they knew what she was doing to you.

You turn up the volume in your headphones. Try to drown them out. It doesn’t stop the stares. Or that condescending smile of hers.

You feel a firm grip on your shoulder. You look up. Your manager. Your hand slides an ear cup off.

“Follow me.”

Fuck.

You’re going to get fired aren’t you?

——

No. You’re not getting fired.

Actually it’s worse.

Your manager has assigned you to a project. Something about logistics, delivery, supply chains. You’re not really listening.

That’s not the problem. The problem is who’s leading it.

Park Sohyun.

And you’re her second in command.

——

“Alright, you all know your assignments. Fighting!”

People begin filing out, the first meeting for the new project successful. You slowly pack your things. Stand. You take a step out the door—

“Not you. I need to speak to you.”

You freeze mid-step. You turn to face her, still by the podium. She points to a chair. You sit. She moves closer, settles on the edge of the conference table, looking down at you.

You swallow visibly.

She studies you. “I hope you can stay professional. We don’t want another stairwell incident, now do we?”

You see the smirk on her face, eyes gleaming in amusement. She’s loving this.

“N—no.”

“Good. You can go.” She waves you away. You bang your knees on the table. You ignore the pain, moving towards the exit.

You’re halfway out when she speaks again.

“I told you I’d break you.”

——

The numbers, the pie charts. They all begin merging into a blur.

The past few days have been hectic. Always is when a new project gets underway. The need to have something tangible to impress the higher ups.

You’ve barely had time to sleep, staying late in the office every day. Your eyes strained from staring at the monitor for so long.

“Here.”

You look up. It’s Sohyun, offering you a cup of coffee. You take it, looking down at it sceptically.

“Did you spit in this or something?”

She slaps the back of your head.

Sohyun hasn’t tormented you in the last few days. Too busy with the project but you’re still hyper-aware. Every time she’s close or talking, you half expect her touch or a jibe.

This is the first time she’s approached you in days. And strangely enough, you miss it.

Not because you miss her. Just… the distraction. The days are boring without it.

“You look tired. Thought you could use some coffee.”

“Thanks.” You stare at the cup before taking a small sip, wincing as you burn your tongue.

“How’s the data analysis going?”

You shrug. “Should be ready by tomorrow.”

“Hmm. Good work.”

Your heart jumps a little at the praise.

She doesn’t move. Just stands there, watching you work, sipping her coffee every now and then.

Your heart beats rapidly. Waiting for her to touch you or make an inappropriate comment. You feel her hand on the back of your chair.

“You made a mistake here. And there.”

You glance up at her in surprise before following where she pointing. She’s right. You quickly make the changes.

She hums in approval before walking back to her desk. You finally exhale, shoulders dropping.

“What? Disappointed I didn’t try something?” She says as she sits back down, smirking.

You shouldn’t ask. You do anyway.

“Why aren’t you?” You add quickly, “Not because I miss it.”

Her mouth opens. Then closes. She rests her chin on her fingers. “You’re boring now.”

“What? And I wasn’t before?”

“That reaction at the stairwell? I don’t think you could top that.”

Your face heats.

She’s challenging you. Baiting you.

You take it anyway.

“How do I not be boring?” Your voice comes out quieter than you meant.

She smiles wide. Stands and leans over your desk. You see a hint of her bra underneath her shirt. Your throat suddenly goes dry. You try to look away. Too late.

“Be more assertive. More reckless. That’s when people are fun,” she says like it’s obvious. She moves suddenly, towards your manager’s desk. Grabs a key and opens the bottom drawer. Pulls out a bottle of expensive whiskey before placing it on the table with a heavy thunk.

“You want some?”

You stand abruptly, your chair rolls back, hits the desk behind. You cross to her. Grab the bottle from her hands, open it and take a swig.

You hold it in your mouth—to look like you’ve done this before. You swallow. Your throat burns. You start spluttering.

She laughs. Her hand finds your back—rubbing, soothing. “Easy there,” she murmurs.

Once your coughing dies down, you look at her. Her expression shifts. Surprised. Impressed. You shove the bottle into her hands. Nod at it.

She holds your gaze. Brings the bottle to her lips.

Your eyes go lower. Her throat bobs after every swallow. You swallow along with her.

She places the bottle back on the desk when she finishes. There’s a drop of whiskey on her lips. You track it as it glides down her chin. Falls onto her shirt, staining the fabric.

Her shirt—when did she undo more buttons?

You look back up. Her gaze still on you, pupils dilated. Lips parted. Your breaths mingle. Everywhere smells like whiskey.

You push forward. Grab her waist. Crush your mouth against hers. It’s messy and loud. She moans. Opens her mouth. You don’t hesitate, forcing your tongue in.

She steps back until she’s pressed against your manager’s desk. She reaches back, sweeps the paper and pens onto the floor. The whiskey also falls. Shatters. You don’t care.

You lift her onto the desk, kiss her neck. She moans—right into your ear. Her legs lock around you, hands going to your belt—

The sound of the vacuum breaks both of you out of the spell.

You separate, breathing heavily. You crane your neck towards the sound. They don’t know you’re here yet. You look back at her, already buttoning her shirt.

“Want to get out of here?” She asks.

You can only nod.

——

Your manager frantically searches his drawers, muttering. “What? Where’s my bottle?”

You ignore him, focused on getting your tasks done.

Out of the corner of your eye, you watch him move closer to Sohyun. Your fingers hit the keyboard harder than normal.

He leans on her desk. Lowers his voice. “Have you seen my… special drink?”

“You mean the one in the locked drawer?”

“That’s the one!”

“Nope. I’ve been too busy.” She doesn’t give him her full attention, eyes glued to the computer screen.

He stares at her, waiting for more. When nothing comes, he frowns, walking back to his desk.

Sohyun stares at you over her computer screen, smirking. You try to fight the smile coming. You fail.

She slams her laptop shut. Grabs it and stands. “Come on. Let’s head to the meeting room.”

——

Sohyun stands at the front of the room. Clicking through slides. Assigning tasks. Fielding questions.

You’re not listening.

Last night keeps playing in your mind. The hickey left on her collarbone. How her thighs locked around your waist in the backseat of her car. How her nails raked down your back. The pain is still there. But it was worth it.

You can’t stop staring. Her lips are still swollen. You notice a slight limp when she walks. Favouring her left leg as she paces. You can see the hickey, barely peeking out of her shirt.

You smile at the memory.

“Anything to add?”

You shake your head, still smiling. Then you notice: everyone’s staring at you. Confused.

She glances at you, amusement on her features. “Alright then. This is the final push. Don’t let the team down.”

Nods all round the table. Chairs scraping. One by one they file out. Until it’s just you two.

She doesn’t move. Stares at the door until it clicks shut. “You were undressing me, weren’t you?”

You look down at your laptop, pretending to make notes. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

She walks toward you. Slowly. The limp still there. She grabs the armrests, spins your chair to face her. She grips your chin, forces you to look up.

“Tonight—shall we finish what we started?”

“Didn’t we?” You don’t break eye contact. “In your car?”

She leans down, her mouth next to your ear. “I’m talking about the manager’s desk.” your eyes widen. “How hot would that be?”

No. It would be stupid. Crazy.

But you’ve had a taste of doing reckless shit. A taste of her.

And it’s addictive.

You pull her onto your lap, kissing her roughly. She laughs into it.

That answers her question.

——

“F—fuck…”

You grab her tie from round her neck, stuff it into her mouth as you continue to pound into her.

She’s under you. Eyes rolled back. Pants gone, panties around one ankle by your head. Her shirt, ripped open. You’re pretty sure you tore a few buttons. You need to reimburse her for that. Her glasses are still on, now askew.

God, she’s the most beautiful thing here—one hand fondling her breast. The other gripping your hand by her waist tightly.

You’re not gentle. She doesn’t want you to be. You can still hear her moans through her tie. You’re close. Too close.

She lets go of her breast, reaches for something by her head. Her phone. You don’t question it. Open the camera. Frame her: Shirt torn open. Tie between her teeth. Sweat on her collarbone. One leg hooked over your shoulder. You take the photo. Show her. She looks at herself. At what you’ve done to her. Her eyes grow dark. She nods.

More.

She cums. Hard. Her walls tightening around you. You finish inside her. No hesitation.

You lean over. Kiss her hard, desperate.

You take a few steps back, collapse onto the manager’s chair and watch as your joined fluids spill onto the desk.

You laugh. So does she.

You’re both still breathing hard. She sits up, places her feet on the armrest. Drags you closer. You look into her eyes as you start buttoning up your shirt. Disheveled. Smiling. “What, no round 2?”

You caress her leg, placing soft kisses on her calf. Up to her knee. She shivers. “My place?”

She considers. Then nods.

——

“W—why is my desk sticky?”

He’s looking around for someone to blame. Everyone’s staring at their screen, ignoring him.

You hear your phone buzz. Look down. Message from Sohyun.

It’s one of the photos from last night. Her. On the desk. Tie in her mouth. Below it: Shall we tell him?

You look up, eyes wide. She’s already looking at you. You watch as she bites her lip. Laughs into her fist. She’s already lifting her phone. Aims it at you. Your phone buzzes a second later.

Your face? Priceless

——

You open your laptop. Spreadsheet already displayed. You crack your knuckles, stretch your neck, and begin to work.

The project’s deadline is tomorrow. It’s almost done—just a few changes left to be made. The slack channel constantly pings with new messages from other team members. Updates on their tasks, offering assistance.

The shower head suddenly turns off. Five minutes later, Sohyun comes out: hair damp, wearing your t-shirt. It’s big on her—neck line too big, exposing one shoulder, hem falling to mid-thigh. If the deadline wasn’t tomorrow, you’d have thrown her on the bed for round 2.

She pads to your bed, wet footprints marking your carpet. She climbs under the sheets. Grabs her phone from the nightstand. You look over. She’s scrolling through the slack channel before tossing her phone away. She stretches. T-shirt riding up her thighs. You feel your heart rate pick up. You turn back to your screen. Try to focus.

She turns to you. Scoots until she’s pressing against you. Grabs your chin and begins kissing you messily. She tries to close your laptop. You stop her.

You pull away. “I still have work to do.”

“Do it after.”

“You just took a shower.”

“I can take another.”

You chuckle. Turn back toward the screen.

She watches you, annoyance marring her features. “Fine.”

You last only five minutes when you hear moans beside you. She’s touching herself. You try to ignore it. Her breath quickening. Your name spilling out of her mouth—needy. The way her legs spread wider. Your throat goes dry.

You look over. She’s watching you, a teasing smile on her face. She brings a finger to her mouth. Bites it. That look—you can’t get used to it.

You’re hard. Aching.

You shut the computer, toss it onto the floor, and pounce on top of her. She’s giggling like she’s won.

You crash your lips on hers, pushing your tongue in. Replace her hand with yours. Swallow her moans.

You don’t know when she became more important than work.

——

After the deadline, she decided to stay for the weekend.

You don’t argue.

You feel her eyes on your back. “What?” You ask, still facing the cooker as you make breakfast.

She’s sat at the table, chin resting on one hand, the other drawing patterns on the tabletop. She’s only got a bra and your boxers on. You love the sight.

“You’re weirdly hot you know?”

“Thank you?”

“I mean it,” you turn around, place a plate in front of her before sitting across from her. “If you keep your hair messy like that and wear those glasses…”

You stare at her as she bites her lip. Rubs her thighs together. You’re surprised she’s acting like this—at just a thought. “Maybe I will.”

——

Monday comes round. You’re looking at your reflection in the window of her car.

You followed her advice: messy hair, glasses instead of contacts. You adjust your glasses, touch your hair. It feels weird. You feel her hand on your thigh.

“You look fine. If I wasn’t driving, I’d be on you right now.” Her hand climbs higher, nails slightly brushing your groin.

A small groan escapes. You grab her hand. “I’m not going into the office hard.”

“Why not?”

You don’t give her an answer. Instead, you watch outside. People waiting for buses. Cleaners on the street, removing evidence of whatever happened last night.

“Let’s play a game.”

You hum in response. Curious now.

“First person to get dragged into the supply closet wins.”

“Sohyun… no.”

“Why? We already fucked on the manager’s desk.”

“You’re talking about doing it during work hours.”

“Exciting right?”

Crazy. She’s crazy.

But you’re already imagining it. Her pressed against the shelves—

What has she done to you?

——

You get off a block away from the entrance. Whatever this is between you two, you both keep it secret. No rumours. No questions.

You enter the building, scan your ID and wait for the elevator. People are staring. Your hair. Glasses. Gossiping. You look towards them. They look away, giggling.

Sohyun arrives a minute later, stands beside you. Smirking. “Told you it looked good.”

The elevator arrives. You move to the back. Sohyun stands in front of you, back to you. As the elevator ascends, she moves back. Her ass pressing against you.

You try not to look down at her. You fail. She’s typing something on her phone. Holds her phone over her shoulder.

Game starts now

She presses harder. You bite the inside of your cheek, face burning. You look around. No one’s paying attention. Don’t react. Not here. Not yet.

When the elevator reaches your floor, it empties. Just the two of you left. You lean in, groan softly into her ear. Watch the goosebumps rise on her skin. You sidestep around her before heading to your desk. You don’t look back.

Two can play this game.

——

It’s barely lunch and you’re already losing your composure.

She’s good. Really good.

A glimpse of her bra when she leans over to hand you something. She drops her pen deliberately. Lets it roll under your desk. She ducks under the desk. Her hand finds your thigh—not the pen. Every time she leaves for the bathroom, your phone buzzes. Photos of her. Hair tussled. Shirt open, exposing the smooth plane of her stomach. You do your best to hide them from your colleagues. Angle your phone away from your desk neighbour. But they just keep coming.

“Are you okay?”

You lock your phone immediately. Look up. Zhou Xinyu. She’s frowning. Concerned look on her face. “I—I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? You’re looking really red.”

You nod, not trusting your voice.

She walks off. Then stops. Turns to you. “By the way…” You look over your shoulder at her. “Like the new look.” She winks at you.

You swallow visibly. Your phone buzzes again.

What the fuck is happening?

——

You look over at Sohyun, eyes pleading. Her foot’s on your groin again, pressing firmly. You bite your knuckles, trying not to moan. She’s smiling innocently.

She doesn’t stop, not even when some intern comes to flirt with her. She’s in her element. Laughing. Flirting.

You hate it.

You know she’s watching you, even when she’s not paying attention. How your jaw tightens when she laughs at a terrible joke, her hand playfully slapping his arm. She presses harder with your every reaction.

“What is with the tired looks, everybody? It’s Monday! A brand new week!”

A momentary respite when your eyes turn to your manager. You look around. Everyone’s eyes look heavy, their movements sluggish.

“This won’t do. You!” He points at you, beckons you closer with his finger. You slap her foot away before standing carefully. You walk slowly to him. “Go down to the cafe. Coffee is on me!”

Cheers of delight come from the team. Internally, you’re celebrating the reprieve.

You quickly make your way to the elevator, ignoring Sohyun.

“Can I join you?”

You turn. Xinyu stands beside you. “Sure. Going on your lunch break?”

She stares at you for a moment before turning to the elevator doors. “Something like that.”

Behind you, Sohyun watches the elevator doors close. Her eyes narrow.

——

“Let me pay.”

“I can’t let you do that.”

“It’s the manager’s card.” You flash the card as if it was treasure.

She laughs. Covering her mouth with her hand. “If you insist.” She gestures you forward.

You move to pay then proceed to order for the rest of your team. 5 iced americanos. 1 caramel frappe with extra whipped cream and chocolate syrup on top.

You don’t know why you remember that.

You walk over to where Xinyu’s waiting, busy on her phone. She sets it down as soon as you’re beside her.

“What’s with the new look?” She asks.

“This? Sohyun suggested it. Said it looked good on me.” You don’t look her in the eyes when you answer, remembering what happened after she said that.

The eggs were cold.

“You’ve been hanging around her a lot lately.” You look up, wait for her to continue. “You’re a lot different from before you worked that project together.”

You narrow your eyes. “Good different? Bad?”

You’re interrupted when her order comes out first—placed in front of her. She bends over her drink, holds the straw close to her mouth.

“Not sure yet. Just different.”

You watch as she drinks. You shouldn’t be. The way her cheeks hollow. Her eyes trained on you.

You shift uncomfortably.

When did everything become so sexual?

Your phone buzzes in your pocket. “Excuse me.”

You move away towards the window. Stare down at your phone. Another message from Sohyun. This time a voice note. You press play. Press it against your ear.

You almost drop your phone.

She’s moaning your name. From the echo, she’s in the bathroom again. You hear her breathing heavily, voice raspy.

You can imagine it: her on the toilet seat, fingers between her legs, coated in her wetness. Her eyes fluttering close, biting her lip hard enough to draw blood.

You press your head against the window, a thud echoing in the cafe. Xinyu’s looking over at you in concern. You ignore her, focus on getting your breathing in check. Focus on not losing this game.

Then you hear it: a sucking sound through the speakers.

It ends there. Like a teaser for what’s to come. You check the time on your phone. 5 more hours until the day’s over.

“What happened? Is everything okay?”

You quickly turn. Xinyu’s close. Her face centimetres from yours. You don’t know how long she’s been standing there. Don’t know if she heard any of it. You hope she didn’t.

“Y—yeah. Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you.”

She shakes her head. You feel your cheeks burn under her gaze. Did she hear it? What would she think? You see her raise her hand, point to your forehead.

“Your forehead. You hit it pretty hard on the window. It’s going red.”

You bring your hand to your forehead, feel a slight swell.

Fuck.

“It’s fine. I—“ you look over her shoulder and see the barista placing your order onto the counter. “The order’s ready.” You quickly move, thankful for the interruption.

You grab the coffees. Thank the barista. You turn to Xinyu. “Shall we head back?” You don’t give her time to answer, already walking to the exit.

——

“I told you. It’s fine.”

“If you don’t do something about it, it’s going to get worse. The swelling will get bigger. Redder. You could end up with a headache. Or have to go to the hospital.”

“Okay. You’re exaggerating now. I don’t actually—“

The elevator doors open. You see Sohyun stopping at the sight of you and Xinyu. Close. Her hand brushing the swell on your forehead. Gently blowing on it as if that would fix it.

You don’t think you’ve ever seen her angry.

“Is that the coffee order?” Her tone is cold. Emotionless.

“Y—yeah.”

“Great. Xinyu, could you—“ she takes the coffee from your hands, shoves it into hers. She grips your wrist. Tight. “—hand them to the team. Thanks.”

She’s dragging you out of the elevator before you can make a sound.

——

This feels familiar. Her dragging you. Of the time you dragged her out that meeting. Karma has a weird way of getting back at you.

She drags you up the next floor. Accounting. It’s a quiet floor. People here tend to mind their own business. They won’t notice how she opens the supply closet, shoves you inside, and locks it behind her.

You don’t know if you should be aroused or terrified.

She pushes you into a worn office chair. Grabs your tie. Forces you to look up before crashing her lips against yours.

You don’t respond. Can’t. Already feel her tongue invading your mouth.

She straddles you. Unbuttons your shirt one by one. You move your hand to do the same to hers. Only for her to slap them away.

Her lips leave yours, inches away. “You don’t get to touch me.”

You swallow hard. Try to chase her lips only for her to lean further back. She grinds against you. A moan escapes you. You don’t care anymore. Don’t care that someone might find you. Might hear you. Don’t care if your manager wonders where the fuck you both are.

You just want her.

You hear her heels fall to the floor as she undoes the last button. Feel her nails scratch you from your collarbone to your hips. Her eyes darken as she looks over you.

She presses her lips on you—your collarbone, your chest. She trails down until she can’t bend anymore.

She sits back up. Straight. Removes her own shirt before tossing it behind her. Forgotten. Grabs your chin roughly before kissing you. Desperate. Messy. Like staking a claim. Her other hand trails down, undoes your belt, the button before fishing you out, stroking you slow.

“Fuck…”

She smiles into the kiss, loving the way you easily fold.

She’s off your lap now, shimmies out of her own trousers. Smirks when your pupils dilate at the sight. No panties.

You try to reach her. You’re only met with her hand holding both your wrists, pinning them to the shelves behind you.

She straddles you again, grabs you and aims you into her. She lowers herself onto you until you’re fully inside.

You groan at the warmth. She groans at the fullness.

She rides you. Hard. Panting into your ear. Biting your ear. You’re too far gone to think clearly.

The shelves behind you start rattling, random items falling around you.

For a brief moment, you remember where you are. That someone walking by could see what’s happening.

You let out a loud moan at that thought.

She clasps her hand over your mouth. To make you quiet. But no one’s making her quiet. She grows louder. And louder. Until she has no choice but to stuff her own tie into her mouth.

You feel yourself getting harder at the sight.

She’s close. You can feel it. The lack of rhythm in her bouncing. The stutter in her breathing. The way she shuts her eyes tight, trying to hold herself together.

You finish first. Inside her. She follows soon after. Head collapsing on your shoulder, hand letting go of your wrists. They fall around her waist. You hold her tight. Wait until your breathing is under control. She places her hand over your chest, over your heart. Smiles at its rapid beating.

When you both calm, she lifts her head before lowering her lips onto yours. Softer. Gentler.

You part, eyes locked. “I win.”

She tilts her head in confusion. “What?”

“You said whoever gets dragged into the supply closet wins right? I won.”

You watch the realisation dawn on her face.

“Fuck you.”

——

“Damn it. The door’s jammed again. Is maintenance gone already… fuck.”

The supply closet door continues to rattle as one, two people try to get it open.

“Fuck it. I’ll get it tomorrow.”

You grab your phone. Read the time: 5:50pm. You’ve been here the entire afternoon, half expecting messages from your boss: where the fuck are you, where’s my fucking credit card. You didn’t get any of that, just a single text from Xinyu.

Told them you got hurt pretty bad on the way back from the cafe. Told them Sohyun went with you because she’s got a car.

You need to thank her for that. And explain all this too. Or come up with a convincing lie.

“How long left?”

“10 minutes. How do you know Accounting will be gone by then?”

“They don’t do overtime. Or refuse to. Just how they are.” She gives a noncommittal shrug. Browses the items on the shelves. She’s walking around the supply closet. Naked.

“I should’ve used this on you.” She turns to you, shows you some tape before continuing her browsing.

You can’t take your eyes off her. Hair a mess. From the makeshift ponytail in round 3. The bruises on her hips. From when you gripped her a bit too tightly in round 5. The glistening on her inner thighs.

You’re aching at the memory.

She looks down. Smirks. You’re hard again. “Ready for round 8?” She saunters to you, hips swaying more than normal before sitting down next to you.

She grips you, stroking slowly, twisting at the tip. You move your hand to her mouth, watch as she sucks on your fingers before letting them go. You trail them down to where she’s already wet, rubbing in circles.

You rest your head on the wall behind, eyes closed, enjoying her hand and her soft moans. She’s on her phone, tapping away.

“Look at this.”

You slowly open your eyes. Look at her screen. Xinyu’s latest photo on Instagram. A mirror selfie. The mirror’s steamed, she’s wearing a bathrobe, shoulder exposed.

“Sohyun… what the fuck…”

“Imagine it’s her hand.” She whispers into your ear.

She’s stroking faster. Your hand lying motionless on her. You shut your eyes. Can’t help the image of Xinyu on you instead.

You exhale loudly.

“Jealous of her?”

“I am.” She blows into your ear. You let out a moan. “But I understand. She’s hot.” She stops. Hand moving down, grabs your balls. Tight. “Just remember that I’m the one making you feel this way.”

You kiss her. Hard. Moaning into her mouth as she strokes again. Faster. Relentless. You come. All over her hand.

You can’t do anything but watch as she brings her hand to her mouth, licks her hand clean, smiles at the taste.

After that display, she stands, finds her shirt, dresses.

“What about you?” You say weakly, unable to move.

“You can make it up to me,” she’s putting her hair up in a ponytail. “After dinner.”

She tosses you your clothes. Leans on the door, waiting for you.

——

You both make it to your floor. Quietly. In case anyone is still lingering.

When the coast is clear, you move to grab your stuff: jacket, bag, ID. Both of you run to the elevators, giggling like children.

You put your hand in your jacket pocket. Something’s in there. Soft. Unfamiliar. You pull it out.

Her panties.

“Thought you’d like a souvenir.” She’s smiling.

You walk in as soon as the elevator arrives and the doors open.

“Was this supposed to help with the game?”

“Yeah. Didn’t think it would end up being useless.”

You laugh boisterously.

As the door closes, you pin her to the wall, kissing her.

——

Dinner’s at your place. An order of fried chicken.

She’s cleaned up, now sporting only your hoodie. You’re in jogging pants, no shirt.

Some variety show plays on the TV. You’re not paying attention, content to watch her. How she holds the chicken delicately with just her fingertips. Her legs tucked underneath her. She laughs at something on the TV. It’s loud. Addicting. You can’t help but laugh along with her.

She reaches for another piece. Arches her back as she takes one from the plate. You see a hint of a smile. You huff. You’ve been caught. You lean back on the couch, focusing on the show. She moves beside you, resting her head on your shoulder. Offers the chicken. You take a bite. She laughs again before settling against you.

You throw your arm over her, thumb softly grazing her hipbone. You lean down, a gentle kiss on the top of her head.

She looks up at you, eyes curving into crescents as she smiles wide.

Your heart skips a beat.

She leans up, pecks you on the lips before you can react and turns back to the TV.

——

At this point, she’s practically moved in. Which, by the way, is crazy. You’re pretty sure her place is bigger than yours.

You walk into the bathroom, see her toothbrush sitting next to yours. Counter space is nonexistent. Her essentials have taken over—lotion, cleanser, hair products.

You sigh. Grab your toothbrush. Start brushing your teeth as you walk around the bedroom.

Your desk is now her makeup station. Your wardrobe has her work attire.

(Only her work attire. She’s either naked or stealing your clothes whenever she comes by.)

You walk back into the bathroom, watching yourself in the mirror.

She comes in, wraps her arms round your waist. You stare at her through the reflection. At the way her hands start drifting lower, into your jogging pants.

You stop that immediately, turning, grabbing her and lifting her on the small space left on the counter.

You accidentally poke her eye with your toothbrush.

“Ow!”

You spit your toothbrush into the sink.

“Shit! Are you okay?”

She laughs, one eye closed.

You move close, kissing all over her face: the closed eye, her brow, her nose before ending at her mouth. One peck. Two. You dive back in, pushing your tongue into her mouth.

She reciprocates eagerly, one arm around the back of your neck. The other finishing her exploration of your pants. You feel her hand cup you.

You groan before lifting her, carrying her to the bedroom. She’s giggling the whole time.

——

“Re—really? They’re happy… with it?” She stutters, not paying attention to what’s being said on the phone.

A member of the project called. Updates her on what happened since she was away. The higher ups are happy with the project. They praised her leadership. Wants to reward the team with a big dinner.

She’s happy of course. But her mind’s elsewhere.

“Ha—have you talked with the other members? Asked what they w—wanted?”

She moves the phone away from her mouth. Covers the microphone as she moans loudly. Her head bangs against your headboard. “Keep going.”

She puts the phone back against her ear. Catches the last part of whatever was said. Her other hand reaches down, grabs hold of your hair, pushing you further into her. She starts grinding into your mouth.

You smile. Continue lapping at her relentlessly. The need to breathe no longer a priority. You start pushing a finger inside. Then another as your tongue moves up, circling her clit.

She bucks. You use one hand to hold her down.

“J—just let me know what the others decide. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Bye.” She ends the call quickly, throws her phone away. It clatters somewhere near the bedroom door.

“Oh my fucking—how are you so good?”

“I watched tutorials.”

“Can you send me the link? I want to show them to all my—“

You don’t let her finish, sucking on her clit. Hard.

You stop. Look up at her. Mouth wet. “Is there anyone else?”

She shakes her head quickly.

“Are you sure? Use your words.” You’re torturing her. Still, it’s nice to have power over her sometimes. Nice to see her chest rise and fall. See her cheeks flushed pink.

“No. No.”

You dive back in. Her head thrashes side to side. She extends her arm suddenly, knocking over the bedside lamp before she starts hitting the bed.

“Fuck fuck fuck”

She’s panting now, her thighs tightening over your head. You have to pry them open just to breathe.

“Keep going. Please— I’m close.”

Her thighs begin to quiver, tightening around you again. She grabs your pillow and screams into it as her orgasm tears through her. Her hips lift off the bed, dragging you with her. You don’t stop, working her through it.

Eventually, she loosens her thighs. Lets you climb over her, trailing kisses—hipbone, sternum, up to her mouth. She grabs the back of your neck, kissing you. Moans at her taste. You smile into the kiss.

“Did I make up for the supply closet?”

She can only nod furiously before kissing you again.

——

Friday’s here.

You kick the ground outside the office, your breath visible as you wait for your manager. Somehow, he’s managed to weasel his way into this celebratory dinner with your team. A project he wasn’t a part of. You don’t know why Sohyun agreed to this.

“Where are we going again?”

Oh and your manager invited Xinyu as well.

“Some new, fusion restaurant downtown,” you say noncommittally. You do your best to avoid her gaze, lest you face Sohyun’s ire. You wouldn’t mind, except all you and Sohyun have been doing lately is having sex. You’re kind of sore at this point.

“I shouldn’t even be here. I wasn’t part of the project.”

“You missed your opportunity to say no,” you say bluntly. Then you smile. Wry. “It’s alright. The manager wasn’t invited either yet somehow he’s coming along. Trust me, we’d rather have you there than him.”

She can’t help but smile. “Thanks. Feel a little better now.”

“Don’t say that. I heard there were plans to ditch you with him.”

She pushes you halfheartedly, laughing. You smile along with her.

“Alright! I’m here! Let’s go!”

——

“I call shotgun!”

You, Sohyun, and Xinyu stand frozen at the audacity of your manager. Watching him as he opens the passenger door to Sohyun’s car.

“Looks like he took shotgun,” Xinyu says as she walks to the back.

You look over at Sohyun. Her jaw is tight. She’s annoyed. At your manager or Xinyu, you’re not too sure.

“Can you drive?”

You huff. “Sure.”

She hands you the keys before making her way to the backseat, behind the driver.

As soon as you open the driver side door, your manager begins protesting. “What are you doing? This is Sohyun’s car.”

Sometimes, you want to punch him.

“She’s not feeling too well. Asked me to drive.”

“I can drive. Sohyun, come sit here.”

“No, no. I’ll feel worse there. Might throw up on you.” She makes a gagging sound. Your manager can’t help but gag along with her.

You look into the rear view mirror, see Xinyu smiling in amusement. You do too.

“Let’s go.”

——

“I swear I want to kill him.”

“You invited him.”

“He invited himself.”

“Should’ve said no then.”

“Whose side are you on?”

The both of you hang back a bit. Watch as the rest enter the restaurant. Xinyu lags behind the group, looking over her shoulder at you.

“Can we tell him what we did? That we stole his whiskey? Fucked on his desk?”

She’s leaning on her car. You’re standing in front of her, towering over her.

“That’s a sure way to get me fired.”

“You? Not we?”

“He likes you. He’d defend you. He’d paint me as some devil who seduced you into stealing his whiskey and having sex on his desk.”

She chuckles softly. She’s staring up at you, eyes wide. “If only he knew I was the seducer.”

You smile. “If only he knew.”

You lean down, kiss her softly on the lips before gently pushing her off the car and toward the restaurant.

“You think we could leave early? Or at least go to the bathroom?” She’s talking to you over her shoulder.

“Sohyun… I’m still sore from last night.”

“Maybe we could invite Xinyu to join us.”

You stay silent. She’s joking. Still, it’s not a bad idea. “Should we?”

“Fuck you.” She flips you off.

——

This is bad. Like a powder keg waiting to explode.

Your manager’s drunk. Is starting to get more handsy—firm grip on shoulders, pulling them close by the waist. Everyone’s uncomfortable. Especially the women.

You look to Sohyun, forced to sit by his side, shifting uncomfortably, drinking every shot he gives her. To Xinyu, staring at her flute of champagne, silent.

Your jaw tightens, knuckles turning white as you grip the edge of the table. Yet you don’t say anything. No one does. Too afraid to speak out, to lose their jobs. Even Sohyun, who preaches recklessness, can’t seem to put her job on the line.

“Why is everyone quiet? Drink. Drink!”

Even the other customers are uncomfortable.

“Why aren’t you drinking?”

You turn to face him, a butter knife pointed toward you. Everyone’s looking, the guy next to you—his name you can’t remember—nudges you, points at the shot in front.

Before you would’ve stayed silent, down the shot, keep him happy.

But you’ve changed. For the better.

“I’m not drinking tonight. I’m driving.”

“Who? You don’t even own a car.”

“Sohyun. Xinyu,” you say, voice cold. “Anyone else who wants a lift.”

He cackles. “Everyone here can take a cab! They don’t need you driving them home! Isn’t that right Sohyun?”

You watch as his hand grabs hold of her thigh. At the way she flinches but can’t move away. Your vision goes red. You stand, punching him in the nose. You hear a crack, watch as he falls off his seat. You don’t stop there, walking round the table and pummelling him.

Crack. Another bone.

They pull you off him before you do something you regret. You’re breathing heavily. Ears are ringing. You can’t hear anything until you feel Xinyu push you, telling you to go outside.

You walk out. Lean against the wall before sliding down it.

——

You stay like that for who knows how long. Until you see her white sneakers.

You look up. Sohyun crouches down to eye level. Looks over your features. She brushes a strand of hair from your eyes.

“You shouldn’t have done that.”

“I know.”

“You’re going to get fired.”

“I know.”

“Thank you.”

Her hands cup your cheeks before leaning in. Kisses your forehead.

You smile despite yourself.

“Where is everybody?”

“The hospital.”

You hum in acknowledgement.

She moves to sit beside you. Your hand stops her, gesturing to your lap instead. You don’t want her to dirty her clothes. She gently sits down, back against your chest. She holds your hand in hers.

“They’re not going to say it in public… but they’re thankful. For what you did.”

“I don’t care about them. They saw what he was doing. Didn’t do anything.”

“Hey. You’re angry. I get it. But don’t blame them. The only person to blame is that bastard.”

You’re quiet. She’s right. You place your lips over her shoulder, kissing it gently.

“Are you okay? Drunk?”

She squeezes your hand. “Maybe a little.”

“Come on then. Let’s sober you up.”

——

Sohyun watches as you slowly pack your things into a box. Security guards watching your every move.

Rumours were quick to spread. Of the inappropriate way the manager was acting during the dinner. You thought you’d be arrested for assault. Except, everyone at the dinner defended you and someone let slip to the restaurant the company you all worked at. Online posts begin circulating: how this company could allow such behaviour. How the workplace must be such a toxic environment.

It was shut down quickly by the higher ups, ordering an internal investigation. Obviously, they couldn’t tolerate violence against a manager, so even if everyone defended you, you still had to be let go.

It’s fine though. You hated this place anyway.

You finish packing. Head to the elevator escorted by the guards. When you reach the ground floor, you hand them your ID, bow to them before walking out the door.

Xinyu’s outside. Waiting for you.

——

You find yourself in a small cafe. No one here save for you, Xinyu, and a barista who finds her phone more interesting than anything else.

“It’s not fair. Firing you.”

You look up from your mug, a small, defeated smile on your face. “You say that as if they had choice,” you watch as she’s about to protest, only for you to continue. “I broke his nose. They can’t keep me on after that.”

You watch for her reaction. When she lets out a frustrated sigh, you exhale a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

After a couple of minutes of just sitting there, drinking your coffee, she speaks. “So… you and Sohyun huh?”

You were about to say something before she stops you with her hand. “No one punches their manager unless they’re doing something to someone you like. Would you do it again? If it was me?”

You don’t hesitate. “I would.”

She stares into your eyes. Relief flooding her face at your answer. Her eyes though. They looked resigned. Like, despite hearing the answer she wanted, it was not what she actually wanted.

It felt like a confession. Of the crush you harboured for her for the last three years. You wonder what would’ve happened if it was her and not Sohyun you got close with.

You rid yourself of that thought. You don’t regret any of this.

“I told you that you were different since you spent more time with Sohyun. You asked if that was good or bad…”

“I remember.”

“It was a good thing. Even if she can be a bit… territorial.”

“Like when she had you in her lap? Hand on your thigh?”

She winces at the memory. “Sorry about that.”

“Don’t be. It was hot.”

Her eyes widen in shock, disbelief at what you said. You’re also pretty sure that the barista’s no longer paying attention to her phone, more interested in your conversation.

“I don’t really have a filter anymore.” You wave your hand in the air as if your explanation made it all better.

“Did she ever… talk about me?” She asks shyly. You lean in, ready to tell her about the supply closet before she sits up straight. Covers her ears with her hands. “On second thought, I don’t want to know.”

You laugh. First time since the incident.

She smiles back at you.

“I should probably get going. Keep in touch.” She walks over to your side of the table, presses her lips to your cheek before walking out.

“There’s someone better than her?”

You turn at the sudden question from the barista. You can only give her a sharp nod.

——

You wipe the steam from the mirror. Stare at your reflection. Watch as water droplets slide down your face, into the scruff of your beard.

You need to shave.

You open the cupboard below the sink. Take out a razor and the shaving cream. You stand, turn the faucet on to wet your face a bit more.

You hear a whistle. Turning, Sohyun stands by the door. Hair in a high ponytail. Suit jacket discarded, she’s left in a black shirt, black pencil skirt, black stockings.

You exhale loudly. Those damn stockings.

“Wow,” she says, eyeing you like candy. “Hot.”

You scoff. You face the mirror, applying the shaving cream. “Just got back?”

“Uh-huh.” She’s closer now, leaning beside the mirror, watching you. “Have to say… would you consider wearing a Santa Claus outfit? It’s one of my fantasies.”

The blade freezes by your cheek. You would’ve said no without hesitation. Now, you’re actually contemplating hiring one.

She moves until she’s between you and the mirror, pries the blade from your hand. One hand pulls on the skin, the other slowly glides the blade against your skin. “The office. It’s boring now.”

You don’t say anything. Watch the concentration on her face. Only when she washes the blade do you speak.

“What? No one to flirt with? No intern kissing the floor you stand on?”

That annoyed her. She hooks a finger into your mouth, pulls your cheek taut before going over it with the blade. She scowls at you. You’ve long since stopped being afraid of it. Now it’s adorable.

The two of you have been fucking so much, you actually forgot how beautiful she was. Her eyes are focused, calculating. Pale skin contrasting against her dark clothes. Her mouth set in quiet concentration, plump. Perfect for kissing.

“You’re staring.” She finishes. Wipes the blade clean before tossing it into the trash.

You push her into the sink. You move until she’s flush against your skin. She cranes her neck up to see you. You’re more focused on the elegant line of her neck. The way her throat moves as she swallows thickly.

Before you can capture her lips, she presses a finger against your lips.

“Aftershave.”

You lean back, watch her grab the bottle. She pours a generous amount on her hand, spreads it before touching your face.

It burns.

You don’t break eye contact, keeping her hands on your cheek as you kiss her.

When you separate, your towel drops with a soft thud, pooling around you. She looks down, breath hitching at the sight of you, hard and leaking. She grabs you, takes you back into the shower. No care about what happens to her clothes.

——

Despite not working there anymore, you’re still kept in the loop on what’s happening in the office. Text messages from Xinyu to conversations during dinner with Sohyun.

You hear the passcode being entered into your door before opening. Sohyun’s home.

She kicks off her heels, leaves them lying on the floor. Drops her laptop bag by the shoe cabinet before walking toward you. Slow. Exaggerated hip sway. Her eyes never leaving yours.

You watch, mesmerised. Laptop forgotten on your lap. Your throat goes dry as she removes her hair clip. Shakes her hair loose. Soft and wavy. Framing her face in a way that makes you anticipate what she’ll do next. She drags her thumb across her lips, removes the lipstick before darting her tongue out, slowly licking them.

What is she doing to you?

Her hands find the zipper on her skirt, drags it down slow before letting it pool by her feet. You finally see her eyes, a predatory gleam to them. Dark. You can’t look away. Even as she slowly unbuttons her shirt, letting it glide down to the floor. Until she’s left in only her bra and panties. And stockings.

She stops in front of you. Closes your laptop. Tosses it on the far end of the couch. She straddles you, her weight settling on your lap.

“Rough day?”

Her fingers thread through your hair. Your eyes slowly close at the sensation. You feel her fingers move, from your hair to your glasses. She removes them, tossing them away.

She presses her lips to yours before speaking. “Had another interview about the manager. More like an interrogation.”

Another kiss.

“Talked about the incident. About you.”

Another.

“I think they wanted me to pin it all on you.”

You open your eyes then, half lidded. Hers the same, filled with lust.

“Did you?” You ask, voice hoarse.

She shakes her head, more strands fall over her eyes as she leans in again.

“They wish. Xinyu says there’s enough evidence for a full inquiry on him.”

Another kiss. Longer. Slower.

You separate. She whispers into your mouth. “I thought about you all day.”

She grabs your hands. Place one on her waist, the other on her breast. She moves her lips beside yours before biting your earlobe. You groan.

“Thought about your hands. Your mouth. Your—“

You couldn’t help but buck into her. You feel the sharp intake of breath. She’s smiling before biting your earlobe again.

“Sohyun—“

“Shh…” she pulls back, looks at you, breathing heavily. “I don’t want to talk anymore.”

She kisses you. Hungry. Deep.

You kiss back. Hands moving to her back. Fingertips lightly grazing her spine. She shivers. You feel the bra clasp. Undo it, letting it slide down her arms. She throws it somewhere behind her.

You start travelling lower, pressing your lips against her neck, collarbone before ending at her breasts. You alternate between both, giving extra attention to the nipples.

She moans loudly. Holds your head, keeping it close to her chest. One hand moves down, palms you through your pants.

Eventually, she pushes you off, dives back into your mouth.

You separate, both breathing hard.

“Bedroom?” You ask.

She shakes her head.

“Here. Now.”

She tugs on your shirt incessantly. You pull it off with ease, throwing it somewhere behind her.

She presses her lips on you: neck, shoulder, chest. They’re featherlight. Goosebumps appear on your skin.

She suddenly stands and turns, hooks her fingers into her stockings and pulls them down. Slowly. Ass pointed to you. Her head turns to face you, eyes gesturing to your sweatpants.

You get rid of them quickly, to not miss the show in front of you.

She kicks the stockings off her feet. Stands in front of you in only her underwear.

You move forward. Kiss her hipbone, her stomach, her thighs as you slowly peel them off her. You hear her panting, her hands twisting in your hair.

“No… I need you now.”

She pushes you back, straddling you quickly before lowering herself onto you.

You both groan simultaneously at the feeling.

Neither of you move, content with kissing. Only when the need to breathe becomes important did you separate. Foreheads touching, eyes staring deeply into yours as she starts rocking.

You hold her waist. Let her control the pace.

Her fingers move, gently grazes your jaw as she moans. As loud as she wants.

You’ve never seen anything more beautiful.

The way she sits up, one hand messing with hair. The way she looks down at you, eyes darkening as bites her bottom lip.

She’s losing it. Her rhythm, her voice.

You don’t want it to end.

She’s surprised when you lift, legs locking onto your waist. Her hands cup your face, kisses you desperately.

You turn, placing her onto the couch. She’s on her knees, facing the window, twinkling with lights outside.

You crouch behind her. Enter her slow. She bites her knuckles, eyes squeezed tight.

Only when you’re fully in do you move, matching the same pace as before. Long. Slow. You’re pressed into her back, one hand on her waist, the other just below her neck.

“F—fuck…”

You feel her tears fall onto your arm, hear the way she scratches the back of the couch with both hands. You pull one arm up, intertwine your fingers together as you get closer to release.

She’s louder now. You are too, breathing into her ear. You bite down on her shoulder to stop a loud moan. She pushes back against you, arching her back further.

She turns to face you, face covered in sweat, hair sticking. She captures your lips in a messy kiss as the hand on her waist finds her clit.

“Fuck. F—fuck…”

Her orgasm hits hard, moans muffled by your mouth. Holds onto your intertwined fingers tightly.

You keep going, prolonging her pleasure until you release into her.

You stay like that for what felt like hours. Heart racing. You wait until her breathing’s under control before you move, both of you moaning at the loss.

You sit beside her. She collapses into you before her head falls onto your lap. She looks up. Satisfied. Smiling.

“Feel better?”

“Hmm. Much.”

You smile, threading your fingers through her hair. You watch as she hums, closes her eyes and relax.

——

“Oh shit.”

She’s sitting on the counter in only your dress shirt, swinging her feet as you chop vegetables beside her. She grabs a piece. You open your mouth, still chopping as she places it in. You tease her by gently biting her finger. She slaps you on the shoulder.

“What is it?”

She turns her phone screen toward you. Placing the knife on the chopping board, you walk until you’re between her legs, reading the news article. You ignore the way her breathing stutters as you place your hands on her bare thighs.

“Shit.”

The company has taken a hit. A really bad one. Stocks free falling. The manager that you beat to a pulp at the centre of it all. Selling secrets to competitors. Private chats about the women in the office.

Your hand clenches.

“Ow.”

“Sorry.” You let go of her thigh, rubbing where you grabbed it too hard. You don’t notice that you’re caressing her higher than before, still engrossed in the article.

She locks her phone screen, places it on the counter beside her.

“Hey. I was reading that.”

She gently tilts your chin up. “Look at me.”

You meet her eyes. She’s searching your face.

“You okay?”

You exhale. You didn’t realise you were holding your breath.

“I’m—” You stop. Are you okay?

“You were right,” she says softly. “What you did. You were right.”

“I know.”

“Do you?” She cups your face. “Because you look like you want to hit him again.”

You laugh. It’s sharp, humourless. “I do.”

She nods. Doesn’t tell you that’s wrong. Doesn’t tell you to let it go.

“All the women he did that to. If I could go back,” you say slowly, “I’d do it again. Harder.”

“I know.”

You rest your forehead against her shoulder. Close your eyes.

“I’m glad you’re not there anymore. That place was poison,” she whispers.

“That place was poison.”

You pull back. Look at her.

“Are you okay? Being there without me?”

She smiles. Small, but real.

“I’m looking for other jobs.”

Your heart skips.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” She kisses you. Quick, soft. “I’m done with that place too.”

——

You play with the collar of your dress shirt. It’s too tight round your neck, you’re suffocating.

“Stop that. She’d kill you if you mess with it.”

You stare at her through her vanity mirror. She puts on the final touches of makeup, checks herself before giving you a wink and kiss in the reflection.

She moves towards you, takes the tie from your hand before helping you with it.

“I still can’t believe she’s getting married.”

“Why? You still have a crush on her?” She pulls your tie too hard, making you splutter.

You had to tap her hand to get her to release.

You cough. “I’m just saying. She left the company same time as you. When was that? Two years ago? And she’s getting married already? Isn’t that too soon?”

She pats your shoulder. “Just be happy for her.” She leaves you standing there, moving to the living room.

You can’t help but stare, wishing she’d wear dresses more often. Thin straps, the hem just barely reaching her knees. The pastel pink colour. Not to mention the headband.

You love her.

“Come on. We’re going to be late.”

You follow her to the front door. You kneel down, help her with her heels as she holds you for stability. You let your fingers linger on her calf, rising to her thighs before she pushes you off.

“We don’t have time.”

You laugh, putting your shoes on. As soon as you were about to open the door, she stops you.

“Wait.”

She reaches down, pulls her panties down before handing them to you. She smiles and winks at you, gives you a quick kiss before heading out first.

You look at them, eyes wide. You stuff them into your pocket, running after her.

“Are you sure we can’t be late?”

She laughs.

The front door clicked open, and Mia's voice echoed from the hallway. 'Hey, loser! Sohyun's coming over later. Don't embarrass me by hiding in your room all day.' I rolled my eyes but didn't respond. Hiding sounded tempting. Sohyun had always treated me like a little kid, even though I towered over her now. Back when we were teens, she'd ruffle my hair and call me 'her favorite baby brother,' which annoyed the hell out of me at the time. But lately? I didn't mind it as much. There was something comforting about her attention, especially with how her huge breasts strained against her tops whenever she leaned in close.

An hour later, the doorbell rang. Mia went to answer it, and I heard Sohyun's unique laugh before I even saw her. 'Mia! Oh my god, it's been forever!' They hugged, and then Sohyun's eyes found me on the couch. Her smile widened, those full lips curving up in a way that made my stomach flip. She was wearing a simple white top that hugged her curves perfectly, the fabric stretching taut over her massive tits, and a pair of cutoff shorts that showed off her smooth, tanned legs. Her dark hair cascaded in loose waves down her back, and she had this fresh, floral scent that always lingered in the air after she left.

'Look at you, all grown up but still lounging like a lazy kitten,' she teased, sauntering over. Before I could protest, she plopped down next to me, her thigh pressing against mine. The warmth of her body seeped through my jeans, and I shifted slightly, trying not to stare at the way her breasts jiggled with the movement. 'What's got you so glued to that screen? Another one of those video games?'

Mia snorted from the kitchen. 'He's been like that all day. Probably avoiding his school work.' She poked her head out, holding a tray of snacks. 'Sohyun, make yourself at home. I'm grabbing drinks.'

Sohyun turned to me, her brown eyes sparkling with mischief. 'School work, huh? You need Mommy Sohyun to help you with that?' She said it playfully, but there was an undercurrent, a softness in her voice that made my cheeks heat up. The 'mommy' thing had started as a joke years ago, Mia and her friends teasing me about being the baby of the family, but with Sohyun, it felt different. Personal. Like she enjoyed saying it.

I laughed it off, rubbing the back of my neck. 'Nah, I'm good. Just chilling.' But she wasn't having it. She scooted closer, her arm draping over my shoulders in a casual hug that pulled me against her side. Her breast squished softly against my arm, the give of it sending a jolt straight to my groin. 'You look tense, sweetie. Rough week?'

Her fingers started massaging my shoulder, gentle circles that eased the knots I didn't even realize were there. I nodded, leaning into it despite myself. 'Yeah, exams are killing me. And work's been nonstop.' Mia returned with sodas, handing one to Sohyun before vanishing upstairs to take a call, leaving us alone. The house felt quieter, more intimate.

'Aw, my poor baby,' Sohyun cooed, her voice dropping to that soothing timbre she used when she really wanted to baby me. She turned my face toward her with a finger under my chin, her touch light but insistent. 'You carry too much on those broad shoulders. Let Mommy take care of you for a bit.' My heart pounded. Was she serious? Her eyes held mine, warm and inviting, no trace of the joke. I swallowed hard, my mouth dry.

Before I could respond, she stood up, tugging my hand. 'Come on, let's get you relaxed. Mia won't mind if we borrow the couch for a movie or something.' I followed her, my legs feeling heavy as she guided me to sit back down, but this time she positioned herself behind me on the couch, her legs bracketing my sides. 'Lean back, honey.' I did, my head resting against her stomach, her breasts hovering just above my face like soft pillows.

She started rubbing my temples, her fingers threading through my hair, scratching lightly at my scalp. 'That's it, just breathe. Mommy's got you.' The words washed over me, making my body melt. It was fluff at its finest—pure, nurturing comfort—but the way her body pressed against me added a layer of heat I couldn't ignore. Her huge tits brushed my cheeks as she worked, the thin tank top doing nothing to hide the hardness of her nipples poking through.

'Tell me about your day,' she murmured, her breath warm on my ear. I started rambling about classes, the stress, how everything felt overwhelming. She listened, humming softly, her hands never stopping their gentle exploration. They trailed down my neck, kneading my shoulders, then lower to my chest. 'Shh, you're doing so well. My big boy, handling all that. But you don't have to alone.'

Her touch grew bolder, fingers slipping under my shirt to caress bare skin. Goosebumps erupted everywhere she touched. 'Sohyun...' I whispered, not sure if I wanted her to stop or keep going. She shushed me again, her hand pressing flat against my stomach. 'Call me Mommy when it's just us, okay? Makes it special.'

I nodded, the word sticking in my throat. The room felt warmer, the air thicker. Mia was still upstairs, her voice faint on the phone. Sohyun's other hand joined the first, both now roaming under my shirt, tracing the lines of my abs. 'You've filled out so nicely,' she praised, her voice husky. 'But you're still my little one inside.' She leaned down, her breasts smothering my face as she kissed my forehead, then my temple.

The contact was electric. I could smell her skin, feel the weight of her tits enveloping me. My cock twitched in my pants, hardening against the fabric. She must have noticed because her hand dipped lower, brushing the waistband of my jeans. 'Oh, sweetie, are you getting excited? That's okay. Mommy loves taking care of all your needs.'

She shifted, sliding around to face me, straddling my lap in one fluid motion. Her weight settled on my thighs, her pussy pressing down through her shorts right against my growing bulge. She rocked subtly, just enough to make me groan. 'There we go. Let it out.' Her hands cupped my face, thumbs stroking my cheeks as she gazed down at me with pure affection mixed with desire.

I stared up at her, mesmerized by the swell of her breasts so close, the valley between them deep and inviting. 'Mommy...' The word slipped out, tentative but real. Her eyes lit up, and she smiled, leaning in to capture my lips in a soft kiss. It was gentle at first, fluffy and sweet, her lips tasting like cherry lip balm. But then her tongue slipped in, coaxing mine to play, and the kiss deepened, her body grinding down harder.

My hands found her waist instinctively, gripping the soft flesh there. She moaned into my mouth, breaking the kiss to trail her lips along my jaw. 'Good boy. Touch Mommy if you want.' Emboldened, I slid my palms up her sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of her huge breasts. They were heavy, spilling over my hands as I cupped them, feeling the rapid beat of her heart.

Sohyun arched into my touch, her nipples scraping against my palms through the fabric. 'Mmm, yes, just like that. Squeeze them, baby.' I did, kneading the soft mounds, marveling at their size. She gasped, her hips rolling in a slow circle that made my cock throb painfully against her heat. 'You're so hard for Mommy already. Does my little one need relief?'

I nodded frantically, beyond words. She chuckled softly, a sound full of warmth, and reached down to unbutton my jeans. Her fingers were deft, popping the button and tugging the zipper down. My cock sprang free as she shoved my pants and boxers down just enough, the cool air hitting the sensitive skin. Pre-cum beaded at the tip, and she licked her lips, eyes darkening with lust.

'Look at this big cock. All for me?' She wrapped her hand around the base, stroking slowly from root to tip. Her grip was firm but tender, like she was handling something precious. I bucked into her fist, a whimper escaping me. 'Shh, easy. Mommy's gonna make it feel so good.' She pumped me a few times, thumb circling the head to spread the slickness, then leaned back to peel off her top.

Her breasts bounced free, unrestrained and magnificent. They were full and round, easily double Ds or more, with dark pink nipples already pebbled and begging for attention. She cupped them herself, lifting them toward me. 'Suck on Mommy's tits, baby. It'll help you relax.'

I didn't hesitate, latching onto one nipple with my mouth, sucking hard. The taste of her skin was salty-sweet, and she moaned loudly, her hand tightening on my cock. 'Fuck, yes, just like that. Use your tongue.' I swirled around the bud, grazing it with my teeth, while my hand massaged the other breast, pinching the nipple between fingers. Her body trembled above me, pussy grinding down on my thigh now as she jerked me off.

'You're making Mommy so wet,' she breathed, her free hand slipping into her shorts. I could hear the wet sounds as she fingered herself, her strokes on my cock matching the rhythm. 

Suddenly, footsteps on the stairs. Mia's voice called out, 'Hey, you two! I'm ordering pizza. What toppings?' Sohyun froze for a second, then giggled, pressing a finger to my lips. 'Pepperoni for me!' she called back, her voice steady despite the flush on her cheeks. Mia mumbled something and headed back up.

'Close call,' Sohyun whispered, her eyes twinkling. 'But we're not done.' She stood briefly, shimmying out of her shorts and panties in one go, revealing her shaved pussy, lips glistening with arousal. She was soaked, thighs slick as she straddled me again, positioning my cock at her entrance.

'Slowly now, baby. Let Mommy take you in.' She sank down inch by inch, her tight heat enveloping me. I groaned, hands gripping her ass as she bottomed out, her breasts pressing against my chest. She started riding me gently, up and down, her walls clenching around my length. 'That's my good boy. Fill Mommy up.'

We moved together, her pace unhurried, savoring every slide. She kissed me again, fluffy and deep, while her hips worked me over. Sweat beaded on her skin, her tits bouncing with each thrust. I thrust up to meet her, the slap of skin muffled by the couch cushions.

But just as the tension coiled tighter, she slowed, lifting off me with a wet pop. 'Not yet, sweetie.' She dropped to her knees between my legs, her huge breasts framing my cock as she leaned in. 'Time for a special treat.'

Her mouth descended, tongue flicking the tip before she sucked me in deep. I watched, mesmerized, as her lips stretched around my girth, cheeks hollowing as she bobbed. Her tits jiggled with the motion, nipples grazing my thighs. She hummed around me, the vibration shooting pleasure up my spine.

'Fuck, Mommy...' I panted, fingers tangling in her hair. She looked up at me with those loving eyes, taking me to the back of her throat, gagging slightly but not stopping. Saliva dripped down her chin, coating her breasts as she worked me over.

The door to the kitchen swung open, Mia again, grabbing plates. Sohyun didn't stop; she just slowed, her mouth still on me, hidden by the couch angle. My heart raced, the thrill adding to the edge. Mia left without noticing, and Sohyun popped off, grinning wickedly. 'See? Mommy knows how to keep secrets.'

She climbed back up, rubbing her pussy along my length without entering, teasing us both. 'Tell me what you need, baby.'

'I need you,' I gasped. 'Need to fuck Mommy's pussy.'

Her smile softened, fluff returning as she kissed my nose. 'Then take it. But gently at first.' She guided me back inside, sinking down fully this time. We rocked together, her breasts in my face again, me sucking and licking as she rode harder.

But as I teetered on the brink, she whispered, 'Wait… not yet.' The words hung in the air, promising more, as she slowed once more, leaving me aching and desperate.

Sohyun's words lingered in the air like a promise, her pussy still clenching around my cock as she held still, her massive breasts heaving with each breath. I was buried deep inside her, the slick walls gripping me tightly, but she wouldn't let me move, her hands pinning my hips down with surprising strength. 'Patience, my sweet boy,' she whispered, nuzzling my neck, her lips brushing the sensitive skin there. The fluff in her tone wrapped around the raw need building between us, making the denial even sweeter torture.

Just then, Mia's footsteps thudded down the stairs again, louder this time. Sohyun's eyes widened in playful alarm, and she quickly lifted off me, my cock slipping free with a wet schlick that made me groan in frustration. She grabbed her tank top from the floor, yanking it over her head just as Mia entered the living room, phone in hand and keys jingling.

'Hey, change of plans,' Mia announced, oblivious to the charged atmosphere. She glanced between us, me hastily zipping up my jeans, Sohyun smoothing her hair with a casual smile. 'My boss just called. Emergency shift at the hospital tonight. It's an overnight thing, so I'll be gone till morning. Sohyun, you cool crashing here? I don't want to leave my little bro all alone.'

Sohyun's grin was innocent, but her eyes locked onto mine with a spark of heat. 'Of course, Mia. I'll keep an eye on him. Make sure he doesn't get into too much trouble.' She winked at me subtly, her foot nudging my calf under the pretense of adjusting her position on the couch.

Mia rolled her eyes. 'Good luck with that. He's been moping all day.' She grabbed her bag from the hook by the door, slinging it over her shoulder. 'Pizza should be here soon. Eat something, both of you. And no raiding my snacks!' With a quick hug to Sohyun and a ruffle of my hair, she was out the door, the lock clicking behind her. The house fell silent, save for the distant hum of the fridge.

Sohyun waited a beat, then burst into soft laughter, turning to me with arms outstretched. 'Alone at last, baby. Now, where were we?' She pulled me into a deep kiss, her tongue exploring my mouth with renewed hunger, tasting of our shared arousal. Her hands roamed freely now, no fear of interruption, slipping under my shirt to rake nails lightly down my back.

I kissed her back fiercely, hands cupping her ass through her shorts, squeezing the firm cheeks. 'Mommy, please... I need to finish what we started.' My voice came out whiny, needy, and she ate it up, moaning approval into the kiss.

'Oh, my poor thing. So desperate for Mommy's pussy.' She broke away, standing and tugging me up with her. 'But first, let's get comfortable. Upstairs, in your room. Mia's bed is too neat for what I have in mind.' Her tone was teasing, fluffy, but the way she gripped my hand led me with purpose up the stairs, her hips swaying hypnotically.

My room was a mess with clothes strewn about, posters peeling from the walls—but Sohyun didn't care. She pushed me onto the bed, the mattress dipping under my weight, and stripped off her top again, letting her  tits spill out. They swayed heavily as she hooked her thumbs into her shorts, shimmying them down her legs along with her panties. Naked now, she was a vision: curvy hips, toned thighs, and that shaved mound glistening with her juices.

'Your turn,' she commanded softly, climbing onto the bed to straddle my waist. Her breasts dangled above me, nipples brushing my chest as she leaned down to unbutton my jeans once more. I helped, kicking them off along with my boxers and shirt, leaving us both bare. My cock stood rigid, veins pulsing, the tip slick from her earlier attentions.

Sohyun licked her lips, settling between my legs on her knees. 'Mommy's going to take such good care of this.' She wrapped her hand around my shaft, her palm warm and soft, starting a slow handjob that had me arching off the bed. Her grip was perfect, firm at the base, loosening toward the head and twisting slightly on each upstroke to spread the pre-cum leaking steadily.

'Fuck, that feels amazing,' I gasped, watching her huge breasts bounce gently with the motion of her arm. She smiled down at me, eyes full of adoration, leaning in to kiss the inside of my thigh while she pumped me.

'You're so responsive, baby. Look how your cock throbs in Mommy's hand.' She sped up a fraction, her thumb pressing into the sensitive underside, making stars burst behind my eyelids. But she slowed again before I could get too close, releasing me to crawl up my body. 'Not yet. Mommy wants to feel you between her tits first.'

She positioned herself higher, her breasts enveloping my cock as she pressed them together with her arms. The soft, warm flesh swallowed me whole, the valley between them slick from her saliva as she spat down to lubricate. 'Slide for me, sweetie. Fuck Mommy's big tits.'

I thrust up experimentally, the friction incredible as her velvety skin glided over my length, her nipples hardening further as they rubbed against each other. Sohyun rocked with me, matching my rhythm, her tongue darting out to lick the tip each time it emerged from her cleavage. 'Mmm, taste so good. Keep going, harder.'

The sight was obscene and intoxicating: her massive breasts jiggling around my cock, flushed pink from the pressure, while she cooed encouragements. 'That's it, baby boy. Use them. Mommy loves feeling your hard dick trapped like this.' I gripped her shoulders for leverage, pumping faster, the wet sounds filling the room alongside her moans.

Sweat slicked our skin, and she released one breast to fondle my balls, rolling them gently in her palm. The added sensation pushed me closer, my hips bucking wildly. 'Mommy... gonna cum...' But she stopped, squeezing the base to hold me back, her laugh breathy and affectionate.

She shifted down, her tits dragging along my body, leaving trails of warmth. Without preamble, she engulfed my cock in her hot mouth, sucking deeply. Her lips sealed around me, tongue swirling the head as she bobbed, taking more with each descent. I watched her cheeks hollow, saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth, coating my shaft and balls.

She hummed around me, the vibration buzzing through my core, while one hand stroked what she couldn't fit, her fist twisting in tandem with her sucks. The other hand teased lower, a finger circling my asshole lightly, adding a forbidden thrill. 'God, Mommy's blowjob is the best,' I panted, fingers weaving into her hair, not pushing but guiding.

Sohyun pulled off with a pop, strings of spit connecting her lips to my tip. 'Only for my special boy.' She dove back in, deepthroating me now, her throat constricting around the head as she gagged softly but persisted. Tears pricked her eyes from the effort, but she looked up at me with pure devotion, her free hand pinching her own nipple for added pleasure.

I was lost in the sensation, the wet slurps and her muffled moans driving me insane. But she sensed my impending release, popping off again and climbing up to straddle my face. 'Taste Mommy first. Make me cum on your tongue.'

Her pussy hovered above my mouth, lips puffy and dripping. I grabbed her thighs, pulling her down, my tongue plunging into her folds. She was tangy-sweet, arousal flooding my mouth as I lapped at her clit, sucking the swollen nub. Sohyun ground against my face, her tits swaying above, hands braced on the headboard.

'Yes, eat Mommy's pussy, baby. So good with that mouth.' She rode my tongue, smearing her juices across my cheeks, her moans escalating. I flicked and sucked, inserting two fingers to curl inside her, hitting that spongy spot that made her walls flutter.

She came hard, body shuddering, a gush of wetness coating my chin as she cried out, 'Fuck, yes! My good boy!' Her orgasm rippled through her, thighs clamping my head.

Panting, she slid down my body, positioning her entrance over my cock. 'Now, fill Mommy up. Fuck me deep.' She sank down slowly, inch by inch, her pussy stretching around my girth. We both groaned at the union, her heat so tight and welcoming.

Once seated fully, she started riding me, hips rolling in languid circles before lifting and slamming down. Her breasts bounced wildly, slapping against her chest, and I reached up to grab them, thumbs flicking the nipples. 'Harder, baby. Pound Mommy's cunt.'

I thrust up to meet her, our bodies slapping together, the bed creaking under us. Sweat poured off us, the room thick with the scent of sex. She leaned forward, tits smothering my face again, and I sucked a nipple into my mouth, biting gently as she bounced.

'You're so deep... hitting all the right spots,' she whimpered, her pace frantic now. One hand reached back to fondle my balls, the other rubbing her clit. The dual stimulation had her clenching rhythmically, milking my cock.

I flipped us suddenly, pinning her beneath me, her legs wrapping around my waist. 'Gonna fuck you till you scream, Mommy.' I drove into her hard, each thrust bottoming out, my pubic bone grinding her clit. Her nails dug into my back, urging me on.

'Yes! Cum inside me, baby. Breed Mommy's pussy.' The words ignited something primal, and I hammered faster, balls tightening. She shattered first, her orgasm crashing over her, walls spasming as she wailed, tits jiggling with the force of her convulsions.

That pushed me over, and I buried deep, cock pulsing as I unloaded rope after rope of cum into her. The creampie filled her, hot and thick, some leaking out around my shaft as I kept thrusting through the aftershocks.

We collapsed together, her arms cradling me like a child, fluffy kisses peppering my forehead. 'Such a good boy. Mommy's so proud.' She held me close, our bodies sticky and sated, the night stretching ahead for more tender explorations.

But as we caught our breath, she whispered, 'Round two after a nap? Mommy's not done babying you yet.' I nodded, drifting in her embrace, the mix of sex and perfume filling my nose

We lay tangled in the sheets for what felt like hours, though it was probably just a short nap, my head pillowed on Sohyun's soft breasts, her fingers idly tracing patterns on my back. The room smelled of us, sweat, cum, and her sweet perfume and every breath reminded me of the bliss we'd just shared. Her heartbeat steadied under my cheek, a rhythmic lullaby that kept me drifting in and out of sleep.

Eventually, she stirred, pressing a kiss to my forehead. 'Mmm, baby, we should clean up. You're all sticky from Mommy's pussy.' Her voice was husky from sleep, but laced with that fluffy warmth that made my cock twitch despite the exhaustion. She sat up, her tits swaying as she stretched, then tugged me to my feet. 'Come on, shower time. I'll wash you .’

I followed her naked down the hall to the bathroom, watching her ass cheeks flex with each step. The house was quiet, Mia's absence a distant thought. Sohyun flicked on the light, the fluorescent hum breaking the silence, and twisted the shower knob. Steam began to billow as hot water cascaded from the wide showerhead, fogging the mirror almost instantly.

She stepped under the spray first, water sluicing over her curves, darkening her hair and making her skin glisten. Rivulets traced paths down her neck, over the swell of her breasts, dripping from her nipples like teasing beads. 'Get in here, sweetie. Mommy needs her helper.' She beckoned with a crooked finger, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

I joined her, the heat enveloping me like an embrace. Water pounded my shoulders, washing away the remnants of our earlier mess. Sohyun grabbed the body wash from the shelf, squirting a generous amount into her palm. 'Turn around. Let me scrub you clean.' Her hands were gentle at first, lathering my back in slow circles, thumbs digging into tense muscles along my spine.

I leaned against the tiled wall, sighing as she worked lower, soaping my ass cheeks and sliding between them with a playful nudge. 'Such a cute butt. Mommy could bite it.' She nipped my shoulder lightly, then spun me to face her. Her breasts pressed against my chest, slick and slippery from the suds, as she washed my torso, fingers circling my nipples until they pebbled.

My cock hardened under her touch, rising toward her belly. She noticed immediately, her hand drifting down to wrap around it. 'Look at that. Already ready for more? Naughty boy.' She started a slow handjob, her grip soapy and smooth, sliding from root to tip with deliberate strokes. The water made everything glide effortlessly, her palm twisting at the head to rub the sensitive frenulum.

'Feels good, doesn't it? Mommy's hand making your cock all shiny.' She pumped faster, her other hand cupping my balls, rolling them in the warm water. I groaned, hips bucking into her fist, the steam thickening the air around us. Her tits bounced slightly with the motion, water splashing off them onto my thighs.

But she didn't let me finish there. Releasing me, she dropped to her knees on the shower mat, the water flattening her hair against her scalp. 'Time for Mommy's mouth again.' She leaned in, licking a stripe up my shaft, tasting the mix of soap and pre-cum. Then she sucked the head into her mouth, cheeks hollowing as she bobbed, taking half my length with ease.

Her tongue swirled relentlessly, pressing flat against the underside while she hummed, the vibrations shooting straight to my core. One hand stroked the base, matching her sucks, while the other braced on my thigh, nails digging in just enough to sting. Water poured over us, streaming down her face, but she didn't falter, gagging softly as she pushed deeper, her throat opening to swallow more.

I threaded fingers through her wet hair, holding gently as she deepthroated me, nose brushing my pubes. 'Fuck, Mommy... your blowjob is incredible.' She pulled back, gasping, strings of saliva mixing with the shower spray, then dove again, faster now, her head twisting side to side for added friction.

The heat, the water, her relentless mouth, it was overwhelming. My balls drew up, but she sensed it, popping off with a wet smack. 'Not yet, baby. Mommy wants you inside her first.' She stood, turning to brace her hands on the wall, arching her back to present her ass. 'Fuck me right here. Make Mommy cum under the water.'

Her pussy lips were swollen, pink from our previous round, and dripping more than the shower could account for. I gripped her hips, aligning my cock and thrusting in one smooth motion. She was still slick with my earlier cum, making the slide easy, her walls hugging me tight.

'Yes! Pound Mommy's cunt hard.' She pushed back, meeting my thrusts, the slap of wet skin echoing off the tiles. Water cascaded down her back, pooling at our joined bodies. I reached around to rub her clit, fingers slipping over the nub in tight circles, feeling it throb under my touch.

Sohyun moaned loudly, her voice carrying over the rush of water. 'Deeper, sweetie. Fill me up again.' I obliged, slamming forward, my cock bottoming out against her cervix. Her tits swung freely, nipples grazing the cool wall, and she twisted to kiss me over her shoulder, tongue tangling messily.

I pinched her nipple with my free hand, rolling it between fingers, drawing a whimper from her. 'You like that? Mommy's big tits getting played with while I fuck you?' She nodded frantically, her pussy clenching in response, milking my shaft with rhythmic squeezes.

We shifted positions, her leg hooking over my arm to open her wider. The angle let me grind deeper, hitting that spot inside her that made her legs shake. 'Oh god, right there! Don't stop, baby boy.' Her hand covered mine on her clit, guiding me to press harder, faster.

Sweat and water mingled on our skin, the steam making the air heavy and intimate. I felt her building, her breaths coming in pants, body tensing. 'Cum for me, Mommy. Squeeze my cock.' That did it, she shattered, her orgasm ripping through her, walls fluttering wildly as she cried out, juices squirting around my pistoning cock.

The sensation pulled me under too. 'Gonna breed you again!' I buried deep, hips jerking as I pumped hot spurts into her, filling her pussy once more. Cum leaked out, mixing with the shower water and swirling down the drain. We stayed connected, rocking gently through the aftershocks, her soft sobs of pleasure echoing.

Finally, I pulled out a thick glob of semen dripping from her folds. Sohyun turned, pulling me into a hug under the spray, her breasts squishing against me. 'Such a perfect boy. Mommy loves you so much.' She kissed me tenderly, while washing us both with the last of the soap.

We toweled off in the bathroom, her drying my hair with gentle pats, treating me like her precious charge. Back in my room, we slipped under clean sheets, her body curling around mine spoon-style, one arm draped over my waist, hand resting possessively on my softening cock.'That was amazing, baby. Best night ever,' she murmured into my neck, her breath warm. I nodded, content, as sleep claimed us again. 

Morning light filtered through the curtains when I woke, Sohyun already stirring, her smile bright as she pecked my lips. 'Morning, sleepyhead. Mia will be home soon, but we have time for breakfast.' She slipped on one of my t-shirts, the fabric stretching over her chest, and led me downstairs. We ate pancakes she whipped up, her feeding me bites with fluffy giggles, the domesticity blending seamlessly with the night's passion.

The night was quiet.

Still.

Silent.

You were all alone, roommates out doing something you didn't know.

Perfect time to blow off some steam..

The lights were off, only the blue hue of the monitor to illuminate the room.

You lowered your boxers, letting yourself free.

Clicking a few tabs, looking for something to get your rocks off.

Page one..

two..

three..

four..

Standards a bit too high this night, you just chose to click something and get on with it.

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You were blissfully unaware of the fact your roommate Minjeong had came home two hours early, her plans wrapped up.

She was just coming upstairs to harass you, maybe watch a movie. Pushing the door open, neither of you knocked when approaching, it was a waste of time.

Maybe she should have done it this time though, walking in on her roommate watching porn wasn't her plan. Watching his hand go up and down on his shaft without a care in the world.

Minjeong found herself creeping, she could definitely have some fun..

She sauntered over, stopping right behind your chair, Lifting your right ear cuff up. Making you panic in sudden shock "Heya boy, what you doing?" Minjeong purred, voice low and deep.

Your hand reached to pause the video, she slapped it away. "Answer me."

"Err, what the fuck are you doing here?" You were dumbfounded, predicting you had at least a bit of time.

"Well I came back early, seems though you are a bit.. busy." She pointed at your shaft, still in your hand.

"Yeah.... mind leaving for twenty minutes?" You asked, flustered beyond recognition.

"Want help?"

You sputtered, caught off guard.

"What?"

"You heard me, I'll make you cum then we can watch a movie since I'm bored as shit. Nothing more, nothing less." The offer was insanely tempting, your very hot roommate of all people?

You'd be a fool to decline such a proposal.

"Err sure.." Your voice quivered with earlier confusion. Minjeong smiled, lowering your headphones to around your neck, the sinful sounds of moans and skin clapping now audible to the both of you.

"Let me get under you then." Her voice was chilling, cold. The seriousness which she spoke with making you tremble. You lifted yourself up, letting Minjeong sit down. She rapidly pulled you down onto her lap, pulling your shirt off in a display of wizardry.

"I like how fucking hard you are.. bet you had me in the back of your mind? Watching these girls get fucked into the mattress like that. Thinking how I'd look in their place?" Her words hit every neuron in your brain, now you certainly were. How glorious the sight would be, undressing her mentally.

"Spit on your shaft for me, get it nice and slick.." She demanded, you complied instantly, letting a thick glob land on your tip. "That's a good boy, so fucking obedient." Her words made you throb into the air, immediately catching her eye. "Awe, you like that? Keep listening to what I say and I'll call you it as much as you want."

Minjeong's hand finally took your cock, stroking it up and down slowly. Too slowly. "So big, you've been hiding this from me? Such a shame."

Her other hand was much more explorative, running her fingers up and down your body. Starting at your collarbone and trailing down to your thighs. "And you have such a nice body, all cooped in here? Your door has a lock and you didn't even use it. I'm thinking you wanted this."

She gripped tighter, firmer. Pumping up and down, brushing her lips against your neck. "Tell me, how badly do you want me to speed up? Jerk you off nice and properly."

"God, please.. Just go faster, need it so badly." You whined, feeling her smirk against you at how utterly pathetic you sounded.

"Yeah? You want me to go faster? Tell me a confession.. I know you have thoughts about me, let me hear them." Minjeong whispered.

The words she wanted flowed quickly out of your mouth, the urge for stimulation far past reason. "When you came in my room," She sped up while you spoke, "god. A few weeks ago, with those shorts. Was tempted to make a move right then and there."

When you stopped speaking she slowed right back down. "Yeah? What happened after?"

"When you left–" Minjeong began to use both hands, rotating them. "That hoodie you left on the ground, jerked off to your scent. Accidentally got some–ugh fuck– cum on it, had to wash it." You confessed to her delight, the porn wasn't exactly on your mind anymore.

"Oh that's why it ended up in my drawers, naughty." She resumed her strokes, adding her own spit. "A hoodie though? Tch, so pathetic." Minjeong was getting off on how you were putty in your hand.

"Was all you gave." You groaned.

Minjeong froze. Making you whine. "Look at you, whining and groaning in my hand. Such a good boy right? You are my good boy for tonight, say it."

You gulped, "I'm your good boy..."

She sped up to an almost uncomfortable speed, "Don't forget it, you'll always be at my beck n call, even past tonight."

"yeah.."

Her teeth nipped at your skin, making sure they'd blossom into marks that were unable to be hidden. "You like my nails right? Painted nice and blue, looks pretty around your shaft."

"So hot, fuck. I'm not going to hold out for much longer." You whined like her bitch, trembling and panting. "Going to cum."

Minjeong sped up even more. "Yeah? Cum for me, go on." She muttered, "good boy." Her words pushed you over the brink, shooting your load over your stomach. She jerked you off through it, wringing out every drop. "that's it."

She closed the video while you recovered, giving you a few moments of rest. "You did well." Minjeong had never gave you such praise, it didn't seem to be in her blood. "I'll pick a movie, you make yourself presentable."

"Thank you."

"Don't worry about it, I'm sure you can return the favour at some point."

Sometimes in life you are doing nothing, moments where absolutely zilch is going on. Just some mindless television, snacks to your right, blanket comfortably draped over your body.

Absolutely nada.

And in that comfort there's something to appreciate, recuperation interjected by the occasional messages.

Speaking of said messages.

in-between the group chat pings and scam texts that seemed to grow frequently more incessant as the days go by there was one girl amongst them that was mainly capturing your interest.

Karina.

She had been your friend for quite awhile now, few years, met in a mutual karaoke session one of your ex friends organised. Ended up walking home while the rest of the group went to get shitface drunk. Went from there.

Karina: WYD

You: Fuck all tbh, sat here watching some tv

Karina: Oh cool, bouta get in the shower

You: Ight, have fun with that

Your hand reached into the pile of snacks resting dangerously on the edge of the bed, wrong one hit and you will be down four loans worth of money.

Karina: Are you just dense or something?

The sudden question took you back, opting to wait a minute while you pondered what you possibly did wrong.

You: What

Karina: A girl is telling u that shes showering and thats all u say 'have fun'

Now you were just very, very confused, pausing the show in hopes that it would grant clarity from whatever mind circuit you were being ran through.

You: What r u on about u tell me ur showering all the time

Karina: And u never thought to ask about it

You adjusted, shifting the pressure off your ass and onto the back.

You: Not rly

Karina: Fine I'll spell it out for u keep it nice and simple

*one picture attached*

The picture made you sputter, thankfully not mid chew when it opened. Karina, her mirror, but there wasn't any clothes obscuring her body. Breasts on full display for you to see, save for the two fingers framed around her pink right nipple.

You shamelessly looked at the photo for a few more long moments, trying not to drool over yourself at how hot she was. Not that you were ever blind to that fact, nobody was. Karina was effortlessly beautiful. Seeing what she hid under the usually baggy clothes though was a treat never expected.

Karina: if u wanna see more maybe even feel me in the shower I'm giving u 20 minutes

You: omw

And that was true, a 15 minute drive was only going to take 10 while treating the speed limit as a suggestion more than a rule. Driving through the streets until you eventually pulled up to Karina's residence.

The door was already unlocked, waltzing in and kicking your shoes off. Muffled sounds of water rang out through the home, confirming she had already started.

You sprinted upstairs, bathroom door already slightly ajar, opening it up. Muggy air nearly knocking your soul out your body, but it was worth it to solider on.

Her clothes laid in a pile, adjacent to the sink, taking that as a sign to quickly add to it. Stripping down naked, opening up the thin draped curtain in a loud racket, Karina watched you step in with hunger. Her body already wet with droplets of water covering every inch. Wet hair clinging onto her shoulders in disorderly clumps, with the occasional strand daring to venture onto her collarbone.

But your shameless ogling of Karina's flawless body was cut short by the girl's lips immediately taking you in a hungry kiss, shoving you against the tiled walls, aggressively making out with you as her warm dripping hand grabbed onto your flaccid shaft.

She didn't let up, stroking up and down while jamming her tongue as far as it could into your mouth. Her roughness screaming this was a very long time coming, not wasting time on anything but the raw arousal coursing through her veins.

The water was raining down on the two of you, it was supposed to be to clean but that role was going to have to wait a second, getting dirtier before you get clean.

When she pulled away Karina whispered against your ear, continuing her tight grip on your shaft. "You know how long I've been waiting for you to be in my shower? How long I've waited to see this cock of yours?"

You moaned out, "Well I'm here now."

"Yeah, and I'm going to make every single day I waited worth it." The girl sunk down to her knees, letting your tip rest against her red lips.

But she wasn't doing slow, there was no time to waste in her spacious shower. Immediately lowering her mouth down, swallowing your shaft with intense heat. You repositioned, sheltering her from the water threatening to rush down her face.

Karina bobbed her head up and down at a pace that made your head spin, treating your cock like her personal dildo. Getting it slick and messy with her copious amounts of her spit. "Fuck, rina..."

Her eyes locked with yours, cheeks hollowed to take your cock in sinfully. She took it all without a care for her own limits, shoving the cock as far down her throat as she could. Everytime she gagged she was proud, hands grabbing on tighter to your legs for support.

Karina kept fucking her tight little mouth on your throbbing length, your fingers running through her soaked hair, making sure none of it flew overboard and got in her face. "Thats it rina, fuck!"

The heat forming in your core was almost embarrassingly fast, it seemed she noticed, pulling away. "About to blow already?" She teased.

"Can you blame me, fuck. You are so good." Karina's lips curved into a satisfied smile, giving a few licks to your balls before getting off the ground.

"Mmh, thank you Y/N." Her arms wrapped around your neck, making out with you once more. The faintest taste of your precum on her tongue, "But if I'm so great, how about you reward me?"

You knew exactly what she wanted when her leg lifted, foot resting against the wall, struggling to find grip, slipping an inch. You descended onto the ground like her moments prior, the musky sweet scent of Karina's cunt filled your nostrils. The shower quickly became a place for debauchery in a way, tongue sliding against Karina's folds, swiping up and down for her addictive taste.

"Oh, fuck." she gasped. You thought for a moment, if she wasn't going slow neither were you. Your tongue quickly picked up momentum, gathering her pussy juices up and not letting a single drop go to waste.

Her hands gripped your hair, tugging you into her cunt, not giving you a single window to breathe anything but the arousal-laden air. "God, eat me out! Fuck that's it!" Karina was quick to grind herself against your face, if it wasn't wet enough with water her arousal was quick to rectify that. Getting all over your chin.

You ate Karina's cunt out with feral hunger, replacing juices with spit, she tasted so good, needing more and more. "Fuck– Y/N! Eat my cunt! Eat my cunt! Fuck, fuck!"

Your fingers slipped inside, finger fucking Karina at the same time you devoured her. "Shit, shit! Wait I, I'm going to cum ugh!"

She gushed all over your hand, getting it all over your face at the same time. Karinas orgasm nearly caused her to topple over, your grasp kept her steady. "Fuck, why do you have to be so dumb? We could have been doing this for months..!"

"Oh no, I guess we are just going to have to make up for lost time..." You shrugged, "Starting in this shower, right here."

"Then the bed, until we need to shower again, then the bed again." She was already listing off her dream night and you are just such a nice person you'll comply.

You flipped Karina over to her shock, rubbing your cock against her silky lips. In one smooth motion you were buried to the hilt, Karina's walls squeezing around you desperate for more. "Jesus, so tight." You groaned, slowly picking momentum.

Your hands reached around, fondling her massive tits, making sure to give attention to the diamond hard nipples between your fingers. She squeezed around you like a vice, making sure to smother every inch of your cock with her juices as you gave strong impactful thrusts inside. "So big, ungh.."

Karina deserved a proper, mind blowing fuck for every time she tried to lure you in to no avail. And she was going to get just that, your crotch slamming into her ass as you railed her pussy from behind. "Rina, you feel so good, squeezing around me. Fuck."

The shower was muddling the delectable sounds of her moans, so your hand took a moment from rubbing her nipples to put an end to its appalling behaviour.

Now every sound of pleasure she let out at getting fucked hard was crystal clear, breathy and wailing at the same time. Her hands pressed against the wall, trying to keep herself steady. "Mmh, yeah! Fuck, keep slamming that big dick into my pussy!"

"Keep it up! Please!!" She screamed, "Stuff me to the brim, cum in me!"

Her constant whines were only heightened as she came around you, pussy clenching like sinful heaven. One that set you on the course of your own orgasm.

But this angle wouldn't do.

You wanted to see her face when it happened, when you filled her up. So you pulled out, the few moments not inside feeling like hours.

She got turned around again, mouth going agape as your cock buried itself back inside. Hands now firmly gripping onto her ass, slapping your cock against her cunt once again.

It wasn't very long until you shot cum deep inside Karina's body, holding onto her for support while semen flooded her walls. Her face was etched with gleeful shock as warm white seed filled her. "mmh, so full. Fuck."

You turned the water back on before pulling out, cum dripping down into the stream of water, falling down the drain. "if that clogs I'm billing you." She laughed in an orgasmic haze, grabbing the bottle of body wash resting in a metal cage on the right. "Now lets clean up, I'll try not to jump you in the process."

You were going to have to do the same and it was going to take an olympic effort.

And as the actual shower part commenced, it was clear that one round was not going to be enough. Neither of you touched each other, the tension grew. Karina doing her absolute best to keep herself off you.

"Okay, get out." She growled, "You are going to fuck me hard." You nodded.

Finally! was the first thought that went through Karina's head, waiting for this moment a long time. Body making her sheets wet, not even bothering to dry off. Though the space between her legs was drenched. Your cock thrusting in and out of her warmth without a care in the world, following her requests to fuck her hard as possible.

Every time your cock went all the way in she screamed, not caring if anyone heard. Euphoria clouded better judgments, your hand found her wet hair. Tugging her head back to ensure the syrupy moans were free for the entire room. "Yes, ugh! I knew you'd be the best dick I've ever had! Keep going!"

"Ugh, fucking hell." You groaned, Karina squeezed around you, her walls trying to suffocate you in pleasure. Every moan that leaked out of Karina's mouth picked up in pitch as she got closer to her orgasm. Her bedsheets entirely pulled off and bunched up by her hands strong grip.

"Please! Harder!" You complied, her ass clapping resoundingly against your crotch with every powerful thrust. Skin becoming a harsher shade of red, flushing with an urge to cum all over your cock.

"Make me cum, cum so hard!" Karina begged, head throbbing and blank with complete intoxicating arousal. "Yess!" Her orgasm was forceful, a magnitude ten earthquake. Constricting your cock, she was almost too tight. Emphasis on almost. You continued to hump her now limp body, not far behind Karina.

No time to warn Karina as her pussy was flooded with another load of warm cum, now from behind, straight to her womb. Using your last spout of energy to fuck your cum deeper inside.

"Mmh, that's nice." She was bathing in the afterglow, satisfied for the moment. Feeling you slide out of her before turning around in one fluid motion. Putting her hand between her legs to stop your load from dripping onto the floor. "Now we have to actually shower.. haha."

"Need to be carried there?" She giggled but shook her head, getting onto her feet. Buckling and nearly falling over if not for your quick thinking. "Seems like it."

"I can lean on you, lets go."

You two got back in the shower, but it was clear Karina wasn't finished yet. Grinding your sensitive cock against her folds. "Maybe one more round."

Obviously there were certain limits, like with close family, for example, but Minjeong usually got jealous over the stupidest and most insignificant things you could imagine. The first few times you thought she was joking just to be dramatic, but over time you realized that they weren't jokes, they were real feelings, and very, very intense ones.

Many times you thought about ending that relationship for the mental well-being of both of you, but not a single word about it ever came out of your mouth since she did everything possible, whether directly or indirectly, to keep you under her clutches. She was very detailed with you 90% of the time, very tender and affectionate, she was also very kind to others, not to mention that sex with her was fucking incredible, but she completely transformed when you gave her the slightest reason to feel jealous.

Before you became a couple, you didn't get along that well at all. You met in high school, when you were just a couple of immature brats who made stupid decisions and did stupid things, you really had no reason to dislike each other, but the social pressure of your group of friends (average Canadian kids, lovers of hockey and huge idiots) and her group of friends (not exactly the most popular, but differentially the most unbearable in the entire school) hated each other completely influenced your opinion.

Deep down you knew that she wasn't like the others, you could tell by the discomfort in her expressions and in her voice every time her stupid friends made her say something, but your stupid friends never let you talk to her. You really weren't one of many words, you were only in that group because of the typical teenage need to belong, so you never disagreed with the things they did or said.

Your interest in her didn't let you just forget about it and ignore it, you were quite determined, and when a small window presented itself to catch her while alone you didn't hesitate to take advantage of it. Your conversation that day was fleeting, since it was a small moment in which Minjeong was already on her way home from school, but those five minutes were enough for you to confirm what you had been suspecting for months. She was special.

Special. That word was perfect to describe her, in a good and bad way.

After that day you looked for her more often, taking advantage of the little time you had to talk privately to get to know each other better, and you quickly formed a friendship that no one ever found out about, you and her never exchanged a single word during the clashes that your groups of friends had, and neither of you ever said anything about either group, so it was easy to deduce that you and her had some kind of plot, but you were surrounded by brainless people, so no one ever said anything about it.

Things changed drastically near the end of high school, when you and Minjeong were about to turn 18. You both began to get tired of your respective social groups, and without any explanation, from one moment to the next you broke all contact with those people, no casual conversations, no greetings, no nothing, it was as if you had deleted and moved the cassette back to a point where you didn't know anyone, only each other.

Everything was better from then on, but the real turning point was the day of the final bell, the day on which you were finally going to say goodbye to the school definitively to open a new chapter in your lives. You invited Minjeong to your house that day in the afternoon. The initial plan was to play Scrabble and watch a movie, but the closeness and tensions that you had been carrying for some time led to a completely different night.

It seemed like a difficult situation to improve, but you were brought down from your cloud when Minjeong told you that same midnight that the following day she would go with her mother all summer on vacation to Korea. You were at the beginning of July, and you wouldn't see her until October. It was disappointing for you and your feelings, you were still going to be able to talk to her through text messages or video calls, but nothing was the same that summer. That lonely, empty summer.

At this point you could no longer remember clearly what you did all that time, you had cut off relationships with the boys at your high school, so you really didn't have a single friend to hang out with. You were alone. You had quite scattered memories, like watching Game of Thrones every day of the week without practically seeing sunlight, or reading the entire Wheel of Time saga (dark times), but among all these things there was always something in common, Minjeong was always there to keep you company, despite the huge time difference, she always made an effort to leave you a good morning or good night message.

Despite how screwed up that summer was for you, it passed much faster than you could have expected, and when you least expected it, October was already knocking on your door, and with it came the only person you wanted to see.

You had met Minjeong with long, brown hair and her forehead exposed, to you she already looked beautiful that way, but all your thoughts were revolutionized when you met for the first time after 3 months on that bridge over the Don River in Sunnybrook Park. She had returned from Korea with black hair, a bob haircut, and bangs that made her look like something out of a cyberpunk anime.

The months without physical contact were not noticeable at any time during your meeting. The first thing that came to both of you was sharing a warm hug in the middle of that bridge, with the sound of flowing water and maple leaves being gently blown by the wind. Sun was setting, and seeking to immortalize that moment forever, you and her kissed with the cold autumn breeze hitting your faces and ruffling your hair.

Who knew that that moment would become a memory as bittersweet as the perfect ending of a good movie, a movie in which you were the protagonist and that life put you to the test to develop you.

With Minjeong back in Toronto everything went much better, now you and she were a couple, and you went together to every possible place, everything was perfect, but you were already 18 years old, and that meant only one thing: you had to go to university, and the only one chosen among your options was the University of Toronto. You passed the admission exams together, you for the Faculty of Biomedical Engineering and Minjeong for Economics. You didn't spend as much time together as usual, but nothing changed in your relationship.

Nothing except for her sudden, unbearable fits of jealousy, of course.

Two years had passed since then, you and Minjeong in the middle of your respective degrees and with all the pressure on your heads with every class, every midterm, and every end of the semester. This particular end of the semester was special, as it was the long-awaited winter break. The entire university was in a season of joy (of misfortune for some) since a series of extremely important midterms had been held for each faculty, where you and Minjeong had come out more than successful after weeks of hard work and study, more than 90 points for each.

On the day of delivery of grades there was a meeting between several representatives of various faculties in a common area of the campus, you were present at said meeting, in which the foundations began to be laid for a party to celebrate the end of the semester, Christmas and your grades. You and Minjeong were invited by Karina Yoo, a student at the Faculty of Dentistry, a good friend of yours but not of Minjeong. Future problems.

The place of the party was the house of a guy from medical school, the typical townhouse made of bricks and with a beautifully Victorian style. You two were a little late, but it was all your fault since you didn't know what the hell to wear and you changed your clothes like four times.

"Damn, there are more people than I expected," you said, watching as the house windows showed the rowdy atmosphere inside, with the flashing lights, loud music and people having fun. You had two bags in your hands, both filled with six packs of beer.

"Well, there are more people than you think on campus, babe," Minjeong said, taking one of the bags from your hand to help you as you walked inside. You turned to look at her intently, and she stopped to look back at you, "What?"

"Nothing, it's just that you look beautiful," you said, looking her up and down. Minjeong was dressed in a short white dress, with the Yankees logo and printed with the letter N and Y in navy blue, with tall black leather boots, her short socks have the same print as the dress, and she was wearing white Balenciaga sneakers. She no longer had a bob haircut, now her black hair was slightly longer and reached a few fingers below her shoulders.

"Oh hush!" She said with a shy giggle, putting her hand to her mouth and then continuing walking into the house.

Once inside, the rumbling of the bass and the cacophony of sounds filled your ears, the house was completely full, more than it could surely afford, there was air conditioning, but even so the atmosphere became suffocating due to the large concentration of people. Minjeong began to dance discreetly, to the rhythm of Rush by Troye Sivan, making her way next to you through the narrow hallway that led to a larger room, where the music came from.

There the crowd of people was even more noticeable, everyone was walking from here to there, talking, laughing, drinking and dancing. You saw many familiar faces, some colleagues from your faculty, and many other students that you knew from other faculties through specific meetings. Minjeong also met up with friends, and the two of you spent about five minutes greeting everyone before being left alone again. You didn't know the owner of the house, so you had no idea where to keep the beer, but luckily, your lifeguard appeared in the crowd with a big smile on her face.

"Omg hiiii!" Karina Yoo greeted you with a big smile on her face after making her way between two boys. She had both arms open waiting for a hug, and you gave it to her without hesitation.

"What's up Rina!" you greeted back, giving her a big hug with a smile on your face. You saw Minjeong out of the corner of your eye, and you noticed how her expression had completely changed, she now looked cold and expressionless as she looked at you. You played dumb.

"It's good to see you," she said, pulling away from the hug, "those grades deserve a good celebration," she winked at you, and then turned to Minjeong, who transformed her expression once again to seem as friendly as possible, "Oh hello darling! I'm glad you came too," Karina wasn't close enough to Minjeong to hug her, so she just smiled at her and gave her a small nod.

Minjeong also smiled at her but without showing her teeth, a clear sign for you that she was faking the smile. She didn't say anything either, to act shy. You already smelled the problems.

"Well? Where do we keep these things?" you asked, holding up the bag of beers, "you look great by the way," Karina was wearing a black sports sweater with white sleeves and orange details, loose white pants, and white sneakers. She almost never wore such reserved outfits, she was always showing some skin from time to time, but she was so beautiful that everything looked good on her.

"Thank you handsome," she said with a giggle, "you don't look bad either," she said that, looking at you up and down discreetly, but you were a thousand percent sure that Minjeong had noticed, "Follow me."

Karina nodded for you to follow her and she turned around, walking forward through the crowd. You were trying to pretend that what had just happened hadn't happened, but Minjeong linked her arm with yours tightly, very tightly, clinging to you as if something was going to happen to you, the reality was that, of course, the monster was waking up, You could tell it just by her face.

You followed Karina through some hallways until you reached the elegant and rustic kitchen, close to a living room in which crazy things were happening everywhere, among them, a girl drinking what seemed to be vodka from another's mouth. You weren't one to judge, you just thought it was funny.

"Would you pass me the vodka like that?" Minjeong whispered in your ear with an evil giggle, she had seen the same thing as you.

"Maybe later, it's still too early," you replied, laughing, following Karina behind the island in the middle of the kitchen, where there were dozens of bottles of all kinds, with some buckets full of ice.

"Give me the beers, come on," said Karina, opening the refrigerator. You and Minjeong took the sixpacks out of the bags one by one, and put them little by little into the refrigerator. You were behind her on one side of the bar, while Minjeong was still on the other side of it, with her forearms resting on the counter as she looked at her bottles. Karina had no idea how close you were, so when she closed the refrigerator and took a step back to turn around, she completely collided with you, from her back to her ass, which was pressed against your bulge for a second. You immediately pulled back and laughed to cover up the awkward moment, "Oh god I'm sorry!" she apologized with a giggle, covering her mouth with both hands.

"Don't worry, the dim lights don't help either," you said, turning towards the counter with slightly blushing cheeks. You looked down to hide it, but you knew Minjeong was murdering you with her eyes. Everything was being too unfortunate for you, and you knew you were going to get your ass kicked.

"Anyway, do you want a drink while the beers cool?" Karina asked, giving you small discreet glances from time to time, staying to one side of you but keeping her distance.

"No thanks, I'm fine," Minjeong said immediately, again faking a smile at Karina.

"I do want to, what do we have here?" you asked, looking at the bottles.

"Well, there's vodka, gin, and..." she raised her head to look through the bottles, "Whiskey."

"I want a vodka with... hmmm," you looked through your possible options, "is there Pepsi in the fridge?"

"I think so," she nodded, opening the fridge for a second to take out a can of Pepsi and hand it to you.

You made the drink quickly, a few ice cubes in a typical glass, about three fingers of vodka and the rest of Pepsi. You took a sip, and when you tasted it was perfect you left the Pepsi can next to a bottle. Karina also served vodka, but she did it with cranberry juice and not Pepsi, less killer, of course.

From that moment on everything was quite normal, Minjeong seemed to have calmed down a bit, and was now also contributing to the conversation. You three had a lot of fun, without leaving the kitchen counter for a single moment so you didn't have to get into all the commotion. Karina and your girlfriend seemed to be starting to get along better and better, which made you relieved considering that a few minutes ago Minjeong wanted to smash a bottle over Karina's head, she had even started drinking once the beers were cold, but as expected, everything had to break down at some point.

"Fuck, I need to go to the bathroom, I'm peeing," Minjeong said, setting a can of beer on the counter.

"The bathroom is over there, honey," Karina said, pointing towards a hallway to the left of you, "don't be alarmed if you find someone snorting some weird shit, they're probably from Philosophy faculty," you couldn't help but laugh.

"God forbid," Minjeong rolled her eyes and stood up from the stool, "I'll be right back babe," she blew you a kiss, and walked towards the hallway she had been shown.

"She's so lucky..." Karina said when Minjeong was gone, and she took a sip of her drink.

"Huh? Who?" You asked confused, since you had your attention on a game with the typical red party cups that some boys were making on a coffee table.

"Minjeong," you turned your head to look at her, and she turned her body toward you, "your girlfriend."

"What are you talking about?"

"It's just… she has such a handsome and nice guy for a boyfriend, I certainly envy her," you didn't notice it at first, but she had taken a step forward and was now closer to you.

"Well, I'm lucky to have her too," Karina laughed at that comment.

"Are you sure about that?" she asked with the mocking smile still on her face. You frowned, waiting for what she had to say, "The floor has ears and the walls have eyes. Do you think no one knows about your girlfriend's behavior?"

Your blood ran cold at that moment, until that day you had been thinking that everything had been happening under the table, since Minjeong rarely made a scene in public, and when she did she made sure that no one was around. 

"Uh..." you had no idea what to say, you wanted to defend your girlfriend, but you knew that if anyone else had witnessed her behavior, it would be impossible for you to do so.

"She's a toxic little slut, isn't she?" Karina took a couple more steps forward, and now her face was just inches from yours.

"The pejorative word is unnecessary," you sighed, realizing it was indefensible.

"But I'm not lying... right?" She stared at you, waiting for you to meet her eyes.

"No, you're not lying," you said, avoiding her gaze.

"I don't doubt that you love her, but..." she grabbed your chin with a finger and turned your face towards her, you were met with two beautiful eyes and a sensually half-open mouth, "deep down you would like something better… right?" She took your drink from your hand, took a sip and then left it on the counter, then reached down and grabbed your cock without any hesitation.

"Hey!" You immediately turned away from her and looked in all directions to make sure Minjeong wasn't close, unfortunately your vision wasn't very good and there were too many people, but you didn't seem to see her anywhere, "You can't do that here, you're crazy?!" Karina just burst out laughing.

"Don't worry handsome, I won't try anything else," she assured, taking a step back and returning to her natural position, "I just wanted to make the message clear to you..." she bent slightly on the counter, raised the edge of the sweater to her waist and pulled down her pants enough to reveal her pair of creamy, pretty buttocks, adorned by black lace panties. Your gaze stayed fixed there, and just two or three seconds later she pulled up her pants again.

Neither you nor she said anything else, your cheeks felt hot, and the words had completely escaped your mouth at that flash of flesh before your eyes. Karina continued drinking as if nothing had happened, but you on the other hand weren't able to touch your drink until Minjeong finally made her appearance.

"Babe, can we talk alone for a moment? Something happened," Minjeong said as soon as she arrived, her face seemed relaxed, she even gave a small smile to Karina, but you well knew that didn't mean anything good.

"What happened? Are you okay?" you asked.

"Oh, it's nothing, it'll just be a moment," she assured with a calm expression, "come, now," the passive aggressiveness in her voice made you tense, things weren't right, and you were screwed.

"Go, I'll be waiting for you here," Karina said, looking at you as if nothing had happened.

You didn't say anything else, you just walked around the bar and met Minjeong on the other side of it. She immediately grabbed your wrist with a strong grip and took the lead, pulling you with her towards the same hallway she had entered minutes before.

"Hey, what's wrong?" you asked since she wasn't saying a single word and that she was looking for something with her eyes.

"Shut up!" she snapped over her shoulder, and continued walking with you until you found a slightly emptier hallway, there you approached a door, "Get away, you moron!" She said to a guy who was leaning against the door, he was a little drunk, so he just walked away confused. Minjeong opened the door, pulling you into the room with her.

"What the hell are we doing here?" you asked, seeing the small bedroom you had entered, it had nothing more than a single bed, a nightstand, a dressing table, and an air conditioner. Minjeong turned to look at you, and her face was pure anger.

"You tell me what the hell we're doing here, you idiot!" she shouted, stepping forward to come face to face with you, "Do you think I'm stupid?!"

"What the fuck are you talking about?!" you shouted back.

"That damn bitch is flirting with you and you won't do shit to stop her!" She gave you a little push.

"She's not flirting with me, chill the fuck down Minjeong!" you screamed.

"You're a fucking liar! I saw absolutely everything!" She grabbed you by the collar of your sweater, pulled you and threw you towards the bed, you fell on your ass, with your hands resting on the mattress. Had she really seen everything? She used to say that kind of thing to justify a sudden attack of jealousy, but this time she seemed to be very serious.

"I told her to stop!" you defended yourself, "I'm not interested in her that way!"

"DAMN LIAR! I SAW HOW YOU LOOKED AT HER!" The music somehow managed to suppress Minjeong's screams, but this time she managed to hear herself louder.

"I wasn't looking at her in any fucking way! You're crazy!" in your head you didn't think that last bit before saying it, prompting Minjeong to stay quiet and take a deep breath before standing in front of you, slapping you hard and pushing you back.

"I'm going to teach you not to look at any other girl like that, you fucking idiot," you watched her with a frown, incredulous at what she had just done. She straddled you, preventing you from sitting up again, and she grabbed the hem of her dress to quickly pull it over her head, leaving her in only a pair of white panties since she wasn't wearing a bra.

"Minjeong, you should fucking calm down, someone might come in," you said, trying to reason with her, as she unbuttoned your jeans and placed her hands on the edge of them and your boxers.

"Shut the fuck up!" She raised her voice again, "I don't give a single shit," her hands worked and pulled your jeans and boxers down to your knees, freeing your semi-hard cock, "you're going to fill my fucking pussy with something that belongs to me,” with that, she spat on her hand.

"Minj- oh fuck..." you let out a deep breath, when Minjeong brought her salivated hand straight to your cock to start slowly stroking, you got hard in a matter of seconds, and she licked two fingers from her free hand to take them inside her panties and start rubbing her pussy between gasps.

"You love to lie... don't you, scumbag?" She asked with her eyes trained on you, one hand moving faster and faster on your cock and the other making circles on her pussy.

"I've never lied to you... and you know it," you managed to say between gasps. The fury in Minjeong's eyes did not calm down, on the contrary, everything you said to her was like fuel on the fire.

"I saw it in your eyes!" she screamed again, gripping your cock a little too hard as she jerked you off at full speed, "you want to fuck that bitch!" That last sentence was combined with a moan, a product of the movements of her fingers in her pussy, visibly becoming wetter. At that point you didn't want to defend yourself anymore, anything you said would only make everything worse, so why not do it properly?

"So what if I want to do it?"

That was it. Minjeong stopped completely, squeezing your cock in her hand so hard you thought she was going to break it in half like a piece of bread; her jaw tensed, and her breathing became heavier. This time you had really angered her.

You really shouldn't have done that, but the reaction you were just expecting made it totally worth it. Minjeong had so much rage on her that she pulled her hand out of her panties and with just one hand, she tore them off her hips with a tug on the garter. She tossed the panties to the side, and placed one foot on the mattress to lift her hips, guide your cock to her soaked pussy, and impale herself on it with a single downward thrust.

"Ugh ffffuck!!" she growled from deep inside her, and you inevitably moaned. She planted her other foot on the mattress, and gave you another hard slap on the other side of your face before starting to move up and down, "this is the only damn pussy this cock can be in, you got me right, motherfucker?" She said through gritted teeth, nails digging into the sides of your torso.

"Minjeong, stop fucking insulting me..." you gasped, a little annoyed at her constant disrespect towards you but incredibly turned on by how she took your cock completely in and out of her tight little wet pussy.

"That's the only thing you deserve, you piece of trash," Minjeong growled before slapping you again, leaning forward and grabbing your neck tightly, moaning inches from your face, "what are you going to do about it, huh?" She began to bounce more intensely on your cock, her ass bumping hard against your pelvis, "Are you going to go fuck that damn whore?"

You were about to blurt out some witty comeback that would further fuel her motor since she was bouncing so deliciously on your cock, but just as you opened your mouth to say something about her she spat directly on your tongue. You stared at her with your jaw clenched, and she looked back at you with defiant, angry eyes. You had many limits, and that was one of them.

"You fucking bitch..." you muttered, clenching your fists, "feeling empowered huh?" She began to jump on your cock even faster, between energetic moans.

"I feel empowered, yeah," she replied with a superb smile, "what are you going to do about it, you damned liar?" Minjeong raised a hand and gave you another quick slap before you could react, your head didn't move an inch, and in one swift movement you grabbed her by the neck and used all the weight of your body to propel yourself up, toss her to the side and position yourself on top of her, imprisoning her with your torso.

"I'm going to teach you not to be a fucking crazy bitch," you growled, taking your cock in your hand and thrusting yourself back into her, eliciting a long moan from her.

"Go ahead and destroy me, you piece of shit," she teased you, giving you a small mischievous smile as she bit her lip, "I bet you don't have the damn balls to do it."

Among all the anger and arousement you were also surprised and confused, you and she had never spoken to each other in that way, so full of hatred and contempt, it was not good at all, and in the face of a relationship like yours it was a clear sign that things weren't going anywhere, but for some reason, you were enjoying it like hell. All the anger and fatigue accumulated by so many scenes she did, so many bad times, and so many attacks of jealousy, everything was coming out of your pores like hot steam.

You didn't respond with words, but with actions. You grabbed Minjeong's legs by the back of her knees, pulled them back against her torso, and then leaned forward to hold them in place with your body, your hands now resting on either side of your aroused girlfriend's body. You immediately began pumping up and down, pinning her against her bed as you hammered her pussy as hard as you could.

"Who the hell do you think you are to treat me like that, huh?!" you growled, squeezing the sheets between your fingers as you looked down at Minjeong, who had her face red with pleasure and her mouth gaped between muffled moans, as with each thrust you knocked the air out of her, "don't you ever dare spit on me again, damn bitch."

Minjeong no longer let a single word come out of her mouth, now rather, with each insult you said to her it was like one more degree of arousing, where each time her moans became more desperate screams and whimpers. She looked into your eyes and opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue in the hope that you would understand the message. You hesitated for a moment, but you gave her the pleasure of spitting directly on her tongue, also staining part of her lips.

You gasped, noticing beads of sweat falling from your forehead onto Minjeong's neck, whose eyes were weak thanks to the constant pumping of your hips. She began to squirm slightly, and her hands went to your hair to pull it hard, a few seconds passed until she reached her first orgasm.

"Oh my g-!" Minjeong moaned before covering her mouth and letting out a muffled scream against it as you continued to fuck her like a tireless machine through her already intense orgasm, "FILL MY DAMN PUSSY, GOD!" she implored with tears running down her cheeks.

Ready to give her the coup de grace, you straightened your back, grabbed her legs by the ankles and threw them to the left side to position your girlfriend's thin body on her side, with her torso slightly turned upward. You bent her legs up, placed one hand on the back of her knees and the other on her soft ass to resume your thrusts, now from a different angle and significantly more sensitive to her.

Minjeong went completely crazy between moans, but in her eyes you could tell that she wanted something more, since she was constantly looking at your hand while you pounded her pussy. You tried giving her a hard spank, which left your hand marked red on her milky skin and made her squeal, but that wasn't what she wanted, you only understood when she brought her hand to her own neck.

"You're a fucking masochistic whore, who knew?" You brought your hand to her neck and squeezed your fingers tightly around it, cutting off her breathing immediately, then she held on to your wrist with both hands while you completely destroyed her pussy.

Minjeong's pussy was so wet that your cock was going in and out of it almost without any friction, and it was a matter of time before you started to feel the blood pumping at full speed to your crotch. You squeezed your girlfriend's neck harder, and in response she dug her nails into your wrist, you grunted in pain, and when Minjeong writhed in anticipation of her second orgasm, you gave her another last thrust before you started shooting all your hot load inside her delicious pussy.

She tried to moan, scream, squirm, but you held her so tightly with both of your hands that she had no choice but to grunt in her throat while her eyeliner was ruined and spilled down her cheeks. Your cock continuously throbbed inside your girlfriend's aching pussy, leaving every little drop of cum inside her to paint her walls. You were breathing irregularly, realizing that it was the best orgasm you had both had in three years of dating. You looked into her eyes, but she didn't look back at you, her gaze was completely lost while her body was still having small spasms.

You slowly pulled your cock out of her pussy, letting all the cum spill onto the sheets of a bed that wasn't even yours and that was going to be stained for who knows how much longer without anyone finding out. You let go of Minjeong's neck and legs, lying behind her with your chest pressed against her back.

"Did you get what you wanted? Fuck..." you mumbled, breathing against her neck.

"I got exactly what I wanted, yeah..." she smiled still breathing heavily, turning her head to look at you, "you really don't want to fuck Karina?"

"Nope," you lied.

"Alright..." she said, snuggling into your chest and completely ignoring the fact that you were still in a house where a party was going on, and that anyone could walk in at any time, "we'll go out there and have a lot of fun,” you sighed, even though you couldn't believe it was the same person.

"Even with her? She's literally the only person we can talk to right now," you snuggled her into your arms, keeping an eye on the shadows under the door.

"As long as you stay by my side all the time and not hers, everything is fine," she responded with a soft and tender voice before settling down to rest.

Your eyes were wide open, thinking about the hard and hateful sex session you had just had, was it just a role play to make it more pleasurable, or was it really what you both felt? She had really made you angry, but you never thought about resorting to insults and hateful words. Was that going to be an isolated case? Or it would become a frequent treatment between the two of you? Time would definitely tell.

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Minjeong didn't exactly have expensive tastes, but she always liked to dress well and stand out from the other girls, she managed it quite well, but that translated into long waits in every store in the mall that you always frequented. You had arrived at 2 in the afternoon, and it was already 7 at night. Didn’t surprise you at all, it wasn’t the first time that she had taken forever shopping, but since that experience at the party things had not been completely the same as before between you.

Did things get worse? Yeah. Minjeong no longer had any kind of modesty to do her jealous scenes, and each time they became worse and more stupid, they all ended in insults and you telling her to go to hell, but hours later, everything between you continued as if nothing had happened. Weeks before your relationship was toxic, but now it was like standing next to the Chernobyl elephant's foot.

You couldn't see, smile, touch or talk nice to another girl because that was like turning on her toxic crazy switch, you didn't know why the hell you were still putting up with all that, but it was like trying to get out of Chinese handcuffs, no matter how hard you tried (you never really tried anything), you just stayed stuck.

"Honey, do you think I should buy anything else?" Minjeong asked, walking in front of you through the top floor of the mall, she was wearing a simple outfit that day, a black long sleeve t-shirt and white high pants, "I think I should buy a nice coat..."

"You have like four different coats already," you responded, crammed with bags in both arms.

"And why not have one more?" She looked at you over her shoulder with a mischievous little smile.

"Because you're not the one carrying the bags," you huffed, looking at the rows of stores and wondering what Minjeong's next target would be.

"Don't be whiny, it'll just be one more!" She ran with small jumps to a store adjacent to the two that you had on your left. You sighed.

"Yes honey," you had no choice but to follow her.

At that time of night there weren't usually many people wandering around the mall, much less on a Wednesday when everyone was coming home from work to rest, so the large two-story store was rather empty, you only managed to see three or four people moving between the racks of clothes.

Minjeong didn't take long to get to work, distancing herself a few meters in front of you to completely get lost among absolutely each of the clothes racks, even in the men's sections. You walked far to her, uninterested in catching up with her since it was useless, so it didn't even seem like you were together.

You didn't realize what a big mistake that was since you were extremely physically and mentally exhausted from that day, but you would soon regret it.

"Hello handsome!" said a female voice behind you, and you almost had a heart attack. You turned to see who it was: one of the store's salespeople, loose blonde hair and light blue eyes, the typical Canadian girl, dressed in the store's uniform, "Can I help you with something? I see you're a bit lost."

She smiled at you as radiantly as any generic saleswoman you could find out there, she really wasn't interested in you, she just wanted you to buy something, yet, you treated her with the kindness and respect that she deserved from her. Bad mistake.

"Oh, don't worry sweetheart, I'm fine," you said with a small smile, "In fact I'm with that gi..."

"Are you sure? I can give you a little tour if you like," the saleswoman insisted with a small wink that did nothing but make you uncomfortable.

"No, I'm really fine," you denied again, taking a small step back to walk away. It seemed like she was going to keep insisting until she saw someone behind you.

"Alright sir, if you need anything I'll be over there," she said, still looking at the person you knew was Minjeong behind you before leaving. When she did, you turned to look at your girlfriend and met a pair of eyes that you had already known before.

"Oh no, babe, she just-"

"Sweetheart?" she repeated, raising an eyebrow.

"I was trying to reject her nicely, please don't be like that here..." you asked her hopefully.

"Calling her sweetheart?!" Your girlfriend raised her voice a few more tones, and there was no turning back.

“Honey…” you sighed, bringing your hands to your face.

"On top of that, that bitch winks at you and you smile at her!" Minjeong exclaimed, scolding you with her finger on your chest.

"It wasn't exactly in that order..."

"Why do you have to be such a damn liar?!" she whined desperately, and you removed your hands from your face to see her with an expression of not being able to believe it.

"Minjeong, you really are so fucking crazy," you said, but she didn't seem to care, she grabbed your wrist, and just like the day of the party, she started dragging you with her, "Where the fuck are you taking me?"

"Shut the fuck up, someone's going to listen you," she ordered in an aggressive whisper, leading you to the second floor of the store, which was completely alone except for a few workers taking inventory. You already knew where the shots were going.

"Oh no, Minjeong," you tried to intervene, "not here, you're trippin."

"Don't be a fucking pussy," she growled, squeezing your wrist tightly, leading you to a hidden corner of the appliance section, which was completely alone and silent.

“But-” as soon as you stood in the corner Minjeong fell to her knees in front of you, her back turned to a washing machine. She acted quickly, reaching to the edge of your sweatpants and boxers to pull out only your cock and balls. You immediately turned around to make sure no one was around, and before you could look back Minjeong had taken your flaccid cock straight into her mouth, "oh fuck..." you gasped.

She started sucking you hard right from the start, not caring that your cock still wasn't fully erect yet. Her feral, angry eyes were locked on yours, as she used one of her hands to gently massage your balls. Your cock gradually grew larger inside her mouth, until now she was only sucking on half of your completely hardened length.

A pin drop could have been heard perfectly in that moment of sudden silence, in which you could hear in detail each of Minjeong's sucks on your cock and how she used her tongue to drive you completely crazy. You rested your hand on a shelf in front of you, eyes closed as Minjeong took more and more inches of you inside her mouth.

The blowjob that started slow and strong became fast and messy, Minjeong was a girl whose gag reflex was rather modest, a skill that she did not hesitate to take advantage of to make you moan louder than you would have wanted. Almost every inch of your cock was going in and out of her pretty mouth, and you wanted to bring a hand to her face to caress it, but she slapped your wrist to prevent it.

"Don't touch me, god damn liar," she said after taking you out of her mouth for a few seconds, jerking your soaked cock at full speed, "tell me when you're going to cum, I'm tired of sucking you."

You clenched your right fist, a little angry but letting yourself be carried away by the movement of her hand stroking your cock. Minjeong stared at you with a poker face, occasionally going down to your balls to suck on them. Noticing a small squirm on your face, Minjeong stuck her tongue out of her and pressed the tip of your cock against it as she jerked you off fiercely.

"M-Minjeong, I'm going to..." the blood pumped rapidly to your cock, and you felt the tingling in your lower abdomen, but just as the first drop was going to come out, Minjeong removed her hand from your cock and closed her mouth, completely ruining your orgasm, "Huh? NO!" you exclaimed, your cock sore and throbbing, but she didn't care in the slightest, she just got up and walked away.

"You get what you deserve, now move!" She said walking away from you, leaving you with your cock out and a bunch of bags to carry. You clenched your two fists and your jaw, holding on as long as possible to your desire to grab her, lean her against a shelf and fuck her without any mercy, but this time your willpower won.

You put your cock back in your pants and stood there, doing breathing exercises so you wouldn't succumb to the madness. You took a moment to collect yourself, and when your body assumed you wouldn't release that load, you moved to meet Kim Minjeong again.

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Sunnybrook Park, the place where it all began for the two of you. Months had passed since that bitter experience in the shopping center, an experience that luckily you did not suffer again during all that time (thank God). Minjeong's attacks of jealousy had subsided by a lot compared to previous months, but to do so you had to literally become a walking grave when it came to interacting with other girls, there were many obvious exceptions, but as a general rule, you couldn't even talk to your lifelong friends because Kim Minjeong put a noose around your neck.

Despite that, you were strangely happy with her, or so you thought, since your perception of reality was completely altered because of the romanticized and cute version you had of your girlfriend, who worked in mysterious ways to keep you tied down. to a relationship that you knew was going from bad to worse.

All the snow was disappearing from the streets of Toronto, thus marking the beginning of a beautiful spring that you were certainly not going to waste. Your first plan was to have a picnic, but due to circumstances that were out of both of your hands, you ended up agreeing to a walk in the park, take some photos and just hang out together.

There you two were, walking along a stone path that crossed a small green area with wooded areas on both sides. Minjeong had her arm linked with yours, staring at the beautiful flower gardens that abounded at that time of year. Your girlfriend looked like something out of a fairy tale that day, wearing a white short-sleeved dress and sandals of the same color; she didn't wear too heavy makeup, making her adorable face shine.

"Honey, do you think there are poppies around here?" she asked, looking into the distance, "I'd like to grab some."

"Mmm, I don't know, it's impossible to know from here," you responded with a shrug, "besides you're not allowed to step into that area during this season."

"What if we ask one of the rangers?" She stopped to look at you with puppy dog eyes.

"Well first we have to find one," you laughed, "I haven't seen a single one since we arrived."

"That's fine with me," she smiled, cupping your face to place a few small kisses on your lips. You wrapped your arms around her body, and pressed her against you to return every kiss she had given you, making her laugh.

"Come on, I'm hungry and I want to try those burgers again," you said, gesturing towards the road.

"Damn, me too, I don't understand how they can't sell in winter," she sighed, and you started walking again.

You followed the stone path for about five more minutes, until you reached a large area, which served as a picnic area, in which several food establishments were concentrated. You were about to take one of the wooden tables to sit down, when suddenly your heart sank. Walking towards your direction came a person that you had not seen for many years, a beautiful and warm girl who was a very important part of your life during your high school years, but who had gone to the United States to study.

But unfortunately Minjeong didn't know.

"Uchinaga Giselle?!" You exclaimed in shock, letting go of your girlfriend's arm to put your hands to your head. Time passed, but she continued dressing exactly the same, short skirt, black sweater, her glasses and of course, her ever-present white backpack, only now she looked twice as pretty.

"Huh?" She took off one of the AirPods she was wearing when she heard her name, and when she saw you she opened her mouth and immediately covered it with her hand in shock, "OH MY GOD HI!" she squealed, heading straight towards you for a hug.

"Oh my god what are you doing here?!" you asked her, wrapping your arms around her body in a tight hug, "I thought you were studying in Boston!"

"And I am, yeah!" She laughed, separating from the hug, "But I had a short vacation period which I didn't hesitate to take advantage of to take a flight here."

"How is Mrs. Uchinaga?" you asked, remembering that her parents were still in Toronto, "I miss the mochis she made every time I came to visit you."

"Oh you know, as overprotective and passionate as ever," she sighed, "she still calls me every day before I go to sleep."

"That's really sweet," you smiled, and then remembered your girlfriend's presence, "Oh! I have someone to introduce you to," you stepped aside so Giselle could see your girlfriend.

"Giselle, this is Minjeong, my girlfriend," you smiled, introducing them, "Honey, this is Giselle, she was my best friend for most of high school."

You hadn't noticed it because of the happiness of the moment, but Minjeong didn't look happy at all. Same old shit, but you hoped this time she could at least tolerate her.

"It's my pleasure darling!" Giselle said with a small bow and a friendly smile.

"The pleasure is mine," Minjeong said with a small fake smile, same story as with Karina a few months ago.

"I think I've seen you before..." Giselle cocked her head as she looked at her, "we went to the same high school, didn't we? You hung out with Cady and her entourage of assholes."

"I'm not proud of it, but yeah," Minjeong agreed with her hands clasped on her belly.

"You always seemed prettier to me than all those bitches," Giselle laughed, "you hit the jackpot, didn't you?" she said to you, raising an eyebrow. You really didn't know what to say.

"God, we're so hungry," you said, quickly changing the topic of conversation, "are you in? We'll order some burgers."

"I would love to, cuties, but no," Giselle denied with a slight pout, "I have to go get ready for dinner with my father, but I'll see you later, okay?"

"Oh, okay," you nodded, "give my regards to Mr. Tetsuya!"

"I'll be happy to," she grabbed your shoulder and gave you a peck on the cheek, "Ask Aaron for my number, I ran into him a few hours ago," she said with a smile, walking away from you.

"Understood, farewell!"

"See you later, sweetie!" Giselle blew Minjeong a kiss with the palm of her hand and said goodbye with it. Minjeong didn't return her goodbye.

When Giselle left you turned to look at Minjeong, you stared at her for a few seconds, raising both eyebrows in anticipation of whatever she had to say. You thought that she would stay silent and that her jealousy would not attack due to the fact that she was a friend that you had not seen in a long time, but her expression did not soften no matter how much you saw her.

"May I know what's wrong with you?" you asked with a kind tone of voice.

"Did you really let that damn bitch kiss you on the cheek?" she said in a low, devilish voice.

"Huh? Wait, you can't be serious," you frowned in confusion, "I haven't seen that girl in 3 years!"

"That slut kissed you on the cheek," she reminded you, as if you should give a shit about that.

"Number one, stop calling her that," you demanded, "and number two, I adore that girl for everything she did for me back in the day, even before you and I met, so please calm the fuck down."

"I don't give a shit, we're getting out of here," she grabbed your wrist and dragged you with her to where you didn't even know. One more damn time.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? What the fuck!" You exclaimed, walking behind your angry girlfriend, "It's not even a fucking big deal! In a few days she'll be back in Boston and you'll forget about her!"

"And I bet from now on you'll do FaceTimes with her where you both masturbate for each other, right?" Minjeong always said stupid, meaningless, and extremely far-fetched things, but this time she had outdone herself.

"What the fuck are you talking about?!" you exclaimed in disbelief, "Oh my god!" She was taking you the same way you came, but she took a small detour, entering the green area and between the trees to reach an area where there was a small slope with stone stairs on it.

"I don't know why I keep putting up with this kind of shit from you, it seems like you don't learn," she said, which struck you as extremely cheeky of her and you couldn't help but laugh.

"This is honestly fucking unbelievable," you said between laughs, "you can't be serious."

"I'm damn serious!" she screamed, and then slapped you. The smile faded from your face, and you stayed quiet for a few seconds with your hand on the cheek where she had slapped you.

"You're going to apologize for what you just did and I'll forget about it," you said, choosing the path of patience.

"I'm not going to apologize for shit!" She kept yelling, even though you were in a quiet place that should be respected, "You apologize for being a fucking liar!" another slap, another deep breath from you.

"Once again... apologize and calm down, Kim Minjeong," you repeated, as political as you could considering how furious you were.

"Or what?" she challenged you, "You're going to go after that bitch and fuck her ass who knows how many times?!" This time it wasn't a slap, but a punch to your chest. It didn't hurt you, but it was enough to break the glass.

"I'M-DAMN-SICK OF YOU!" You growled, expelling all the rage contained within you, to grab her from her arms forcefully and push her against a tree. You brought one hand to her neck, squeezing your fingers tightly around it, and your other hand went to the hem of her dress to lift it up, reveal her white lace panties, and pull them down in a single tug.

Minjeong's expression was nothing but pure rage towards you, but you didn't let her do shit this time, you were in charge now, and you let her know that when you brought your saliva-slicked fingers inside her tight pussy. She moaned in pain as she felt your fingers pushing their way between her unlubricated walls, until only your knuckles were outside her.

Not caring how much it hurt her, you started moving your wrist quickly from the first moment. Your fingers couldn't get in and out completely or easily, but as a few seconds passed, her pussy walls began to get wet, and as a result, your fingers began to slide gradually more easily.

Your left hand was still on Minjeong's neck, pinning her with all your might against the tree and cutting off her breath as you fingered her pussy quickly and mercilessly. You gave her small intervals of time to breathe, in which she let out muffled moans that combined pleasure and pain. Her hands were clamped onto your wrist, her nails digging into it as she pursed her lips and growled low in her throat.

Your fingers and part of your knuckles began to become soaked with a light layer of white secretion, a sign that she was extremely turned on by what you were doing to her and that her pussy was lubricating even more. Knowing this you gave her no quarter, slamming the palm of your hand against her crotch every time your fingers moved in and out of her pussy.

A few long seconds passed until you felt Minjeong's body and pussy tighten around your fingers, you knew she was going to cum, and when she closed her eyes to release her orgasm you stopped dead, letting go of her neck and removing your fingers from inside her.

"OH MY GOD PLEASE NO!" She screeched, grabbing your wrist again to try and guide your fingers back inside her, but you pulled away.

"You get what you deserve, you damn bitch," you pulled her by the collar of her dress and grabbing her shoulders forced her to her knees on the ground.

"You're a fucking bastard!" She yelled at you on her knees, while you unbuttoned your pants and pulled them down along with your boxers.

"Shut up and open your damn mouth, bitch," you ordered, clenching your teeth and then giving her a sharp slap that made her open her mouth immediately, you guided your hard, throbbing cock straight into her and down her throat, testing her gag reflex, which despite being somewhat modest, did not take long to appear due to the great pushing pressure you exerted against her throat.

Minjeong's nose was fixed against your pubes, and your hands were fixed on her head as you smothered her with inches of long, thick meat. Her face was wrinkled, and every time she coughed she let thick drops of thick saliva fall directly onto her thighs. You pulled her hair hard, a handful in each hand, and when you decided she had enough, you just started moving your hips back and forth, fucking her mouth without any mercy and letting even more of her saliva fall from her mouth, which was wide open and with the tongue hanging out.

You had never fucked your girlfriend's face before, so until now you hadn't realized how extremely liberating and pleasurable it was for you, especially considering how fucking angry you were with her.

You moved your hips as fast and hard as you could, taking the entire length of your cock in and out of her mouth. Her nose and chin were constantly bumping against your pubes, which was why Minjeong was letting out some small tears. You would think she was in pain, but every few seconds she would moan out loud, sending vibrations along your shaft.

The seconds passed and little by little you began to reach your peak, you pulled her hair harder, and a few strong thrusts were enough to bury yourself in her throat again, shooting thick strips of cum that made her cough even harder, you didn't even bothered in make it easier for her, you let her choke on her own saliva and your abundant load.

When you released your load you didn't feel the least bit tired, in fact, the rage in you was still as lit and hot as before, and you felt more energetic than ever.

"I'm not done with you yet, you crazy motherfucker," you growled, and then pulled your cock out of her mouth. Minjeong coughed again and again, she had swallowed your entire load, and what little was left of it was spit out along with her saliva as she tried to catch her breath with her hands on the ground.

You grabbed her arm and forced her to stand up, turn around and bend against the tree, she rested her hands against the trunk, and looked at you over her shoulder with a red face and eyes full of tears.

"Is that all you have, you damned liar?" she asked defiantly, laughing at you.

"I didn't tell you to talk, shut the fuck up!" you grabbed her by the hair and pressed the side of her face against the tree (the wood was smooth, so you didn't really hurt her), she obediently kept her face there, and you used your hands to hike her dress up above her waist, revealing her nice, tight ass.

You grabbed both of her butt cheeks and squeezed them hard, before giving each one a hard spank that echoed through the entire forest. Minjeong's ass, white as snow, was marked with an intense red with the shape of your hands, the image of her made you smile evilly, and you decided to give her even more. Spank, after spank, after spank, Minjeong squealed and squirmed, but you didn't stop until both buttocks were as red as a freshly picked tomato.

Once you were satisfied you grabbed your already soaked cock with one hand and her slim waist with the other, normally you teased her a little, rubbing your tip a few times against her slit, but this time you guided your cock straight into her pussy, making your entire length disappear with just one strong push that made her scream.

You brought one hand to her waist and the other to her perfectly bent back, beginning to pump your cock in and out of her pussy hard. You didn't bother covering Minjeong's mouth, you let her moan as loud as she wanted, you didn't give a damn about getting caught, but you knew it would be a huge humiliation for her.

Her body began to shake like a delicate rag doll as your thrusts became stronger and more aggressive, the sounds of flesh against flesh colliding filled the entire forest and echoed among the quiet trees, generating a contrasting sensation for you. You could be perfectly heard from any direction, but you were in a psychotic trance of pure rage and pleasure in which you were thinking of absolutely nothing else other than leaving that girl unable to walk properly.

You brought a hand back to her messy hair, grabbed a handful and pulled it hard back, Minjeong screamed in pleasure, and you activated the last gear you had left, giving her pussy the strongest and most intense thrusts than your body could allow.

"HMMMFFF, FUCK FUCK FUUUUUUUCK!!!" Your girlfriend screeched so loudly that she even scared away a few birds that were resting on the branches of that tree, her entire petite body beginning to writhe in spasms as her orgasm hit her. Her knees became weak, so you had to put both arms around her to keep her standing while you didn't stop fucking her for a single second.

You rested her face against the trunk again, this time leaving your hand there and the other on her lower abdomen. One thrust after another, your cock hammered her pussy so hard and so deep that you could feel your own cock make a bulge in her abdomen with each pump. You let go of her head, and filled her ass with spanks again to cause a second orgasm in her.

This time her spasms were so strong that you had no choice but to go to the ground with her, but you made sure to do it in the most humiliating and uncomfortable way for her, putting her on her hands and knees against the dirt, she was not going to dirty her face for nothing in the world, so she leaned on her own forearms while you knelt behind her ass and went back inside her pussy.

You grabbed onto her tight ass, already extremely red and sore, and squeezed it with all your might as you continued fucking her like a raging bull. You leaned forward, grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling her head back to bend her back even more. Minjeong no longer had the strength to continue moaning, so the only thing that came out of her mouth was exhausted and extremely desperate gasps.

You continued pounding her pussy for a few long seconds, until you felt a tingling in your lower abdomen. Your cock began to throb harder, and between intense grunts you began to give her the last thrusts, more intense, and more inhuman.

"GGGAAAAAHHHH!!" You grunted, and with one last push you began to spill your balls inside her tight pussy, you moaned loudly over and over again, as your cock throbbed between her extremely wet walls. This load was even bigger than the previous one, you could tell by how your cum spilled out of the sides of her pussy and left your cock completely stained white.

You took a deep breath, moving much slower as Minjeong still suffered from small spasms from her previous orgasm. You slowly pulled out of her pussy, letting all your cum spill from her slit into the dirt, where a wide pool of thick white liquid formed. You stood up, breathing heavily as you leaned against the tree.

You stared at Minjeong for a few minutes, during which she slowly recovered until she pulled up her panties and sat up, not caring how much her white dress got dirty. She looked back at you, too weak to speak.

A lot of thoughts went through your head at that moment, you looked into her eyes and only saw the girl you fell in love with a few years ago. You really loved the good side of her, but everything had gone too far, and for the first time, you managed to get your heart and your brain into perfect synchronization.

"We... we are over, Kim Minjeong, over," you said, still breathing heavily, pulling up your boxers and pants.

"H-Huh? No!" she screamed, tears forming in her eyes, "NO!"

"I said we are over," you repeated, completely sure of your words, and willing to leave her there alone as you slowly walked away from her.

"You can't do this to me!" she squealed through tears, "I love you!"

"And I love you, but you're worryingly crazy," you turned your back on her, "look for a psychologist, or a psychiatrist, anything will help, and when you stop being the way you are, we'll talk."

"Please don't go, don't leave me here alone!" her sobs and pleas to a certain extent softened your heart and made you want to go back, but the rational part of you knew that would send you back into a loop you weren't interested in returning to.

"Goodbye, Kim Minjeong."

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Spren Notes:

Later that evening, Chaeyoung's quietly nibbling on her pasta, seemingly to wait for you to finally broach the question you've avoided thus far.

"So, mind telling me the reason?"

"Sure. The reason I haven't reached out is because I didn't want to take your time away from the others, happy?"

"I... Have no idea what you mean?"

"I see the others having sex with you as a way of making them happy, keeping them stress free. They are more important than me to the company, so it is more important that you're spending time with them than with me."

"That's a very objective look at things."

"I have a stake in the company too, so I have to look at things that way."

"But I think you're taking too short-term a view. Because of the good job you're doing, the parents of the kids you're taking care of, the many employees of the company, they can do their work without worrying about them, they do a better job because of you! So, I think you are just as important as the others." You place a hand over Chaeyoung's, half-seduction and half-earnestness, wanting her to see her own value.

"You have needs too, and they deserve to be... Met." The flush is instantly apparent on her face—god, when was the last time she was touched like that?

"I said not to expect anything afterwards!" Chaeyoung mumbles, withdrawing her hand.

"I'm not. I just don't want you to feel like you're any less important than the others, okay?"

"I... Thanks."

"We won't do anything tonight, but you're my priority, I will block out whatever time you need when you want to." You grab Chaeyoung's hand again, kissing the back of it smoothly—a little cheesy perhaps, but you gather she liked it from the way she pulled away, blushing even harder.

"I umm, thanks. I should go, I have to get in early tomorrow."

"Of course, I'll see you home."

"No it's okay, I'll be fine." Chaeyoung grabs her bag and quickly hurries out. Later that night her legs are spread, hand between her thighs as she muffles her whimpers. Truth be told if you had seen her home, Chaeyoung would not have let you gone home that night. She would have pulled you in and—

"Nngh fuck!" She rubs her clit and moans into her hand. Even just thinking about your last time with her, where you and Seoyeon edged Chaeyoung until she was begging for sweet blackout release, is enough to push her to a much stronger orgasm than her usual self-satisfaction sessions. Her hips buck against her hand, pushing against the imaginary you that should be pressed against her cunt. When she relaxes she looks at her own fingers—they're wetter than they've been recently. All of her talk about letting the others have you just makes her all the more needy the moment you make yourself available. You said that'd you prioritize her over everyone else...

"Ah!" Chaeyoung shudders as she touches herself again, one hand on her chest and another dipping past her flat tummy—is she actually going for a second round? She spreads her legs wider, biting her pillow to keep quiet.

"O-Oppa!" Tonight was going to be a sleepless night for Chaeyoung.

You don't hear from Chaeyoung for a week or so, but you do run into her as she's leading her class of kids back to the classroom.

"Chaeyoung!"

"Oh hey, what are you doing here?"

"Came to pick up Jiwon. You?"

"We just had a field trip to the nearby museum."

"Nice, nice." A little kid tugs on your pant leg.

"Are you Miss Lee's daddy?"

"Uhh what?"

"I have a mommy and a daddy. Are you Miss Lee's daddy?"

"Oh god..." Chaeyoung mutters under her breath. "No no, he's just a friend, like you have friends too, right? Come on, back to the classroom you go, go follow your friends, they're leaving without you!" She ushers the kid back hastily.

"Sorry, they only know mommy and daddy right now. Husband and wife, boyfriend and girlfriend, still a while to go for that."

"No need to be sorry, they're just kids being kids. Good to see you!"

"Mmhmm, bye!"

You're on Jiwon's floor when you receive a message.

*I want you time tonight, please come over after dropping Jiwon off*

You smile at the typo she missed.

*Of course, I'll drop Jiwon off and come right over*

With a bit of cajoling and consoling you promise to make time for Jiwon next time, and she begrudgingly lets you go.

"Are you going there to fuck her? Be honest." she asks bluntly.

"Probably?"

"Good, fuck her hard, I don't think she's swiped on anyone at all, girl needs to properly get off. I'll let Saerom know Chaeyoung's taking tomorrow off, I want you to fuck her until she can't function properly."

"Who takes care of the kids then?"

"Eh, we'll find someone, that's not for you to worry about!" Jiwon pushes you out the door. "Now go before I change my mind and drag you back in here." You listen to Jiwon and bolt.

"Hey, I'm here," you call out, knocking on the door. It swings open to reveal a gorgeous Chaeyoung, dressed in a strapless black dress and stockings.

"Whoa, going somewhere?"

"Ah umm, no, not really. Come in." You sit down in her cozy apartment.

"You seem like you're dressed to go clubbing, do you want me to go with you to one?"

"Ah about that..." There's a metallic twang as she picks at the tab of her can for a moment. "If I asked, would you go to the club with me, dance a little, have a drink or two, and then end up either back here or at your place?"

"You are assuming a lot, but yes, I'm all yours for the night." Chaeyoung scoots closer to you, a dainty hand rubbing down your thigh and to your knee. In the stunning outfit she looked nothing like the pretty and kind teacher that plays with her children you saw just a little earlier. Now she's pressed against you, breath warm on your ear and neck, like a woman that had her needs, and she wanted them met now.

"I was thinking we could save a lot of time and just skip to the fun part."

"I like that, more time for the fun part." You turn to look at Chaeyoung, and her eyes are already shut, lips lightly parted. You should've answered "Definitely" to Jiwon's question earlier, because when you capture Chaeyoung's bottom lip she whines, a "Why haven't you stuck your tongue down my throat" kind of whine. You correct yourself immediately, capturing her lips a second time and pushing your tongue past them, earning yourself a moan, a promise that Chaeyoung's going to do everything she wants to with you tonight.

You cup her face to kiss her more deeply, but she's grabbing your hand and bringing it down to her chest. It's modest but still a fun handful, made even more fun by the reaction you elicit from her, a whimper when you grind your palm into her dress, massaging a breast roughly.

"Mmm, more!" You give Chaeyoung what she wants, switching to the other breast, wrinkling her dress a little more. You tilt her head back with your other hand, opening up the flawless skin of her neck to you. You're unapologetic in your kisses, sucking and leaving marks on her pale skin, marks that would be oblivious to her childish charges, but prompt many questions from their parents.

Chaeyoung moans loudly, your lips no longer there to suppress her moans—she's already overstimulated, the physical connection with you already too much. She clings to the back your head, pushing you harder against her neck. Short as it was, her dress suddenly felt restrictive, the heat between her legs growing by the second.

"G-Go lower!" Her hand guides yours down, but you stop at her hip, grabbing her and swinging her legs across your lap. With her arms around your neck Chaeyoung's looking at you needily, gasping as you run a hand across her flat midriff, pretending to go straight between her legs before bringing it back up to squeeze a breast.

"Nngh no!" She kisses you before begging with a whisper. "Please don't tease me like last time, I can't take it right now."

"I'm not teasing you. I know you want to cum." Chaeyoung shivers at the word "cum", as if just saying the word has an effect on her. "You deserve to cum hard, I'll get you there." Her eyes are glued to your hand as you bring it back down her body and under her dress. She tenses against you, bracing for your touch against her pussy, but it doesn't come.

Not yet at least. Chaeyoung whimpers when your hand brushes the inside of her thighs, and as soon as she traps you between them she moans—you've sunk your fingers into her flesh, pushing them apart again. You dance across the smoothness of her thighs, teasing her with squeezes, as if giving her a light massage on them. Her hands drifts to your collar, wanting to pull you in for a kiss, but you resist, watching her purse and then bite on her lips as you brush a finger over her panties, pressing against the soaked fabric lightly.

"Oh..." Chaeyoung sighs, moaning and resigning herself to her fate as you "scratch" against her wet spot repeatedly, the motion giving her just enough friction to feel you there, but not enough for her to build towards an orgasm.

"You said you wouldn't— GOD!" Chaeyoung yelps at the end, her voice cracking a little as you press firmly against her wetness, swiping over where you think her clit would be through her panties. Her hands dig into your neck, and she's trembling in your arms.  You debated making one more swipe, but at this rate she's due to blow as soon as you do that. You deposit her on the edge of the couch, and before she realizes it you've buried your head underneath her dress, slightly stretching it before her thighs quickly close around you, pressing against your cheeks.

"Huh? Ah!" Slightly dazed from your tease she's confused as to where you went. She sees the slight bulge between her legs, but she doesn't put two and two together until it's too late. Nothing prepares Chaeyoung for the lightning bolt of pleasure when you lick her pussy directly, her head snapping back as she let's out a loud cry.

You barely hear her, but you definitely feel her response, her thighs pressing on you head firmly. Chaeyoung's on the edge but you're not ready to push her over yet, sucking on the left lip and then the right, spreading her pussy with your mouth. She smacks your head not too softly, and you have to grab her hands to stop her from wrecking your head from all angles. Her fingers dig into your palm, and she's twisting left and right, her legs hooked around your neck, trying to get you to properly eat her. She's liable to snap your head off at this rate with how hard she's thrashing—you'll have to finish her off first!

You plunge your tongue deep into Chaeyoung, hands holding her hips down. She instantly goes still, before everything begins. Above you Chaeyoung grunts, core tensing as the feeling of your tongue inside her goes straight to her head.

"God, fucking FUCK!" Unbecoming of a childcare teacher Chaeyeoung swears and screams in pleasure, back arching as she explodes. Her world breaks into a billion brilliant pieces, moans loud and unrestrained bursting from her as she grabs on to you over the dress.

Underneath her dress you barely hear any of it, courtesy of her thighs crushing your ears and your singular focus on making Chaeyoung cum harder than she's ever had before. All you hear is the rubbing of her thighs around your ears, the dress rustling against the couch cushion, and the wet squelch of Chaeyoung squirting. It starts with a small spray, and you catch it with your face. Her pussy contracts around your tongue, and she is sweet and salty on your tastebuds with more slick. You capture her clit with your lips, swirling your tongue over it, and her heels dig into your back, pushing her butt off the couch.

"Hnngh!" Chaeyoung howls into a couch pillow, feeling your hands on her ass lift her pussy to your face. It feels so good but she needs even more! Without even being aware of it Chaeyoung pushes herself higher on you, thighs now resting on your shoulders, legs twisting to lock you in.

"Mmph!" Your surprised moan is muffled by Chaeyoung—she has the core strength to lurch herself closer to you, making sure you bury your face in her. Every little touch makes her squirt now—kiss her pussy, squirt; a single lick, squirt; you exhale against her warmth, squirt; your nose brushes against her clit, squirt. You bury your tongue in her, upper lip nudging her clit, and Chaeyoung gushing all over your face—all you hear is the splash of fluids, her thighs still trembling and muffling your ears. When she finally goes slack and releases your head, by volume there's probably more of Lee Chaeyoung on your face than there is on her couch.

You manage to extricate yourself, and when you take your first look at Chaeyoung in a while you're proud of your work—she looks absolutely shattered, a dopey smile on her face and a pink flush washing over her, like she's had a few drinks at the club she didn't go to. She puts her hands out for you, and when you get close she grabs you, face dripping with her juices and all, and kisses you fervently.

"That was amazing. But I want more, I deserve more, don't I?"

"Yes, but you should take a breather, grab some water—"

"No, I want it now!" She pulls you to the bedroom unsteadily, and you watch Chaeyoung peel off the dress as you remove your own clothes.

"Sorry about your shirt."

"Sorry about your dress." Both are soaked in her slick.

"I'll manage."

"So will I then." Chaeyoung kicks her panties off and you're immediately on top of her, already naked and ready to go.

"Wait, sorry, can we change the position?" You get off her, but she shakes her head. "No, just like this." She takes you by your hands, and she draws it under her legs, making you hook her knees. She continues pulling your hands up, making you lean over her. She keeps raising your hands until they're by her head, and her ankles are by your ears.

"F-Fuck me like this," Chaeyoung mumbles, unable to meet your eyes—she's put herself in a mating press. She lets out a gasp when you enter her, her wetness allowing you to get all the way in right away. "Ah, so deep!"

"You like that?"

"Yeah, mm!" You pull back before delivering a solid thump against her hips. "Yes, just like that!" Chaeyoung gasps as you start pounding down into her, all of your weight translating into pure pleasure for her—no matter how hard she fucks herself with a dildo, there's no way she could ever reproduce this feeling! All those nights when she was alone, knowing that you might be with Saerom, or Nagyung, or Jiwon, or someone else, while she drills away at herself—now she's the one you're with! She doesn't need to sneak a peek at each of them coming into the building, wondering who was the lucky one that got pounded into a barely noticeable limp, or who looked either peppier (Hayoung, Jisun) or sleepier (Seoyeon) the next morning. It's all about her tonight, and she's going to let herself enjoy it to the fullest extent.

"Deeper!" She cries, hands grabbing your arms, feeling them flex underneath her. Chaeyoung flutters her eyes, biting her lower lip—anything to entice you further. "Harder, do it harder!" You put a hand on her lower back, bringing her up to you a little, and you slam down.

"Yes! That's it daddy!"

"Daddy?" Chaeyoung opens her eyes in annoyance at your sudden stop, just before she processes what she just said and wishing she could close her eyes and will you away. She covers her own face with her hands, but you pull them away, watching her blush and squirm underneath you. "What did you say?"

"N-Nothing!" But you knew exactly what she said.

"Is that why you called me tonight?" You grind your tip deep inside her. "The kid asked, and you thought about me being your daddy?" She clenches around you. "And now you can't hold it in anymore?" You thought she would deny, maybe say something to deflect, and you'd have to fuck the answer out of her, but no, Chaeyoung's desperate, folding figuratively and literally as you press her legs further back.

"Y-Yes, I'm sorry! It just came out, ah!"

"I prefer oppa, but you can call me whatever you want."

"T-Thank you, mm! Thank you daddy!" After the first occurrence slipped out with no consequence, Chaeyoung's unraveling rapidly, replacing moans of your name with "daddy". She tightens up every time she says it too, causing you to grunt in appreciation.

"God, so fucking tight!"

"Only for you daddy, only tight for you!" Chaeyoung wails. You had known that she was subby, letting you and Seoyeon tease and edge her endlessly, but this is a whole new level. She's pulling you in for a kiss, allowing her legs to be pushed further apart and back, whimpering as you strike her deep. "I'm so close, so close daddy!"

"Are you going to cum for me?"

"Yes, going to cum for you, tell me when!" With a slight grin you continue pounding down into her, staying silent even as you rub on her clit. Chaeyoung's eyes widen before they disappear into her head, closing tightly as she tries to stave off her climax. She wants to remind you that you're not supposed to tease her, but she can't piece the words together, letting a high pitched whine out instead, like she's boiling up from the inside. The clenching around your shaft becomes tighter and tighter—Chaeyoung's losing it, she won't be able to keep herself from cumming!

"D-Daddy!" she wails, sounding like a whistle.

"Cum for me now!" You stay deep in her and rub her clit rapidly, and Chaeyoung cries out in glorious release.

"Yes!" The words are choked out, and her flat tummy twitches—you feel it in the form of her pussy clenching around you, sucking you deep as you take in the sight. Chaeyoung's a young and pretty childcare provider, kind and caring. An ideal, if not perfect, if not too perfect, type for many perhaps, especially with her looks and figure. 

"Hnnngh fuck!" Yet here she is, creaming herself all around your cock, getting the fucking that, in her own words, she deserves.

"That's it, cum as hard as you want, I'm here to give you everything you deserve." The pleasure roils and boils within Chaeyoung, and your lips on her neck, the subtle pump of your hips, the fingerpad on her nipple, it all brings her back to overflowing. She gulps and chokes on air, a small orgasm washing over her from that alone. When she finally stops trembling she finds herself sweating, her arms and legs tangling around you like a clingy vine.

"That was amazing daddy."

"Good, you deserve it." Chaeyoung pulls you in for a kiss, and thankfully she loosens up slightly around you—any more of her rhythmic, perhaps unwitting, tugs on your shaft, and you're close to losing it. You calm down a little, enjoying her warm caress, a satisfied lover glowing from the pleasure. She can finish you off later, but you were in no rush.

Chaeyoung has other plans though, she's not nearly as satisfied as you thought.

"But I think... I think I also deserve it from behind. And I also think I deserve your cum in me."

"What?"

"I want your cum in me, daddy." She's on all fours, and she grabs your shaft, pushing herself back on to you.

"Fuck are you sure?" She's even tighter from behind.

"Maybe I even deserve a baby from you."

"Chaeyoung!" You grip her hips to steady yourself. It's one thing to fuck her, it's another thing to breed her. And she's calling you "daddy", fuck.

"I like being around kids, why do you think Saerom offered the job to me? I asked for it. I want kids." Despite seemingly cockdrunk, grinding herself against your hips, you see that Chaeyoung's serious.

"Are you sure?"

"We're— I mean, I am, ready to have them. You're the only one I'm doing it with, so if it happens, great, if it doesn't, maybe in the future." She pushes herself up, pressing her back to your chest and wrapping her arms around your neck. "So we can have the talk later, but right now please just give me the breeding I deserve, daddy." You hips pull back and snap forward, like a rubber band releasing its energy, and Chaeyoung cries out happily.

"Just like that!"

"Is that what you want? Why you put yourself into a mating press, hoping I'd blow my load before I could do anything else?"

"I-I wanted you to cum in me twice daddy!"

"You didn't think I would last long enough?"

"No, I didn't mean— Nngh! I'm sorry!" You push Chaeyoung down on the bed and pin her there, hips humping down into her from above. You rub against her g-spot on each thrust, and she's screaming into the sheets, delighted at your "punishment".

"Fuck me daddy, please, cum in me!" You're slamming into her now, and when Chaeyoung buckles so do you, pressing down into her prone form and flooding her womb in an instant. Chaeyoung squeals into the kiss she finds herself in, her legs kicking, unable to handle the heat she's suddenly filled with. You grunt and groan, shoving yourself deeper with smaller thrusts, determined to drain yourself fully in her.

"Hnngh that's so deep!" One more spurt for good measure. With that you collapse on top of her, keeping yourself partially propped up to not completely crush her. It is a while before both your breaths stabilize, and you roll off her.

"Thanks oppa, that was everything I dreamed of, and more." You follow her eyes down, watching your load spill out of her. There was always an implicit understanding that Saerom and the other employees you had fun with took care of themselves, that they would ask you to use a condom otherwise, but for the first time ever Chaeyoung's making you question that.

"Chaeyoung, are you— Were you serious?"

"About kids? Yes. It's not a safe day, but it's also not that risky, there's a chance, and that's good enough for me."

"That's a huge decision, you should've—"

"There are big changes coming, we're all making big decisions, so— No, that's for Saerom unnie to break it to you." Chaeyoung shakes her head. "Sorry, just call it baby fever, thinking about 'daddy' just threw me for a loop." She kisses you in apology. "Don't worry, I won't make you take responsibility if—"

"No, that would be irresponsible of me. I just don't want you to make a rash decision while you're... not in the right state of mind."

"You mean needy and horny?" Chaeyoung asks as she cleans between her legs. "If I didn't want the risk, I would've just gotten myself off and called it a night, I have toys you know. So just enjoy yourself, I'm not worrying about it and I don't want you to be. I can stop with the breeding talk if you don't find it hot."

"Right, no umm, do what turns you on. If you want to call me names and think about being reckless in bed, I'll meet you halfway."

"Well when you put it like that, it sounds so... hot." Chaeyoung's rubbing her neck, feeling warm all over again. "But no, I'm too drained, let's just take a shower and hit the bed?"

"You want me to stay over?"

"Please?" She pouts, and you don't have it in you to say no. After she insists that you shower first rather than together ("I'm going to jump you if you get hard again."), you're dozing off as Chaeyoung curls up behind you, spooning you as she falls asleep against your back.

You're jolted awake by the sound of a cupboard door closing.

"Oh, sorry!" Chaeyoung's dressed in a form-fitting black swimsuit, leaving nothing to the imagination, highlighting her stunning curves.

"Going somewhere?"

"Oh, Saerom messaged me, told me to enjoy my day off? So I was going to go swimming in the morning instead!"

"Hmm, sorry, I can't let you do that." You wrap your hand around her waist, pulling her back to bed. "That's on me, I didn't do a good job."

"Didn't do a good job?"

"So Jiwon is the one who asked Saerom for a day off for you, because I ditched her for you."

"What? Oh no, I know I shouldn't have asked you to come over yesterday, I feel so bad!"

"No no, you deserved all of it." You run a hand under her top, and Chaeyoung's blushing pink at your forwardness. "One of the conditions for Jiwon to let me go last night was that I fuck you until you can't function, and she asked Saerom to give you the day off because of that."

"So you failed, here I am... functioning, aren't I? Maybe I should message Jiwon, let her know that you failed, what would she do then?"

"We'll never know." You pull Chaeyoung against you, and she's melting by the second. "I plan to occupy you, sorry, I mean keep you occupied, for the rest of the day." Chaeyoung gasps at the thought, of you "occupying" her for the rest of the day. "Maybe you won't be able to function for about, I don't know, nine months?" Chaeyoung gasps again, growing warm in your arms. She said she was fine with just having a chance at a baby yesterday, but with how wet she instantly got she knows she's wrong—she needs to be bred, specifically by you.

"A-Are you going to, daddy? I won't tell Jiwon about your failure if you do." You respond by peeling off her swimsuit as she pulls you out of your boxers, and having never got up from the bed since you woke up, you're sliding back into Chaeyoung.

"I will if you get so tight and wet every time."

"O-Only for you, only you can give me what I deserve!" You lift her leg, letting it dangle over your hips, and you're easily bottoming out in Chaeyoung again. "You're going to give me a good workout today aren't you? You're— Oh god, working me over so deep!"

"Yes, it's the perfect workout, we can lie in bed while getting the workout you need... And you'll get your fill all the same!"

"YES!" Chaeyoung cries out as both of you cum quickly—there's no need to last long when you're going to be fucking her plenty today, and the moment you cum, her orgasm is triggered as her body tries to milk you for every drop. As you slowly calm down from you climax you spy her closet full of clothes.

"Are those all your outfits?"

"Yeah, most of them, for work, going out, exercise, shopping."

"You have an outfit to go shopping?"

"Yeah, you know, easy to take off, so I can try on other clothes?"

"You could've stopped at 'easy to take off', go put it on." Chaeyoung's a little puzzled, but she goes over and puts it on. "Good?"

"Yeah." She's pushed against the closet door, and in an instant you've unbuttoned her jeans and pushed into her again. "Hnngh! What?"

"Cum for me." An eager finger on her clit and Chaeyoung's whining into your ear, sucking on your neck and leaving a hickey as she clenches around you.

"Next outfit. You deserve to get fucked in every one of them, I'd cum in you while you're wearing each of them if I could, just so you remember me as soon as you're not naked."

"W-What about when I'm naked?" Chaeyoung asks in a daze, still coming down from her orgasm.

"You won't have to remember, because I'll be there." She shivers against you, as if the thought alone gave her pleasure. She steadies herself and grabs the next outfit. Chaeyoung finds herself whirled around, bent over the bed. The air is cool on the back of her thighs as her skirt is swept up—

"Ughhh yes!"

Chaeyoung gasps as her oversized sweater is pulled over her head and her bike shorts pulled down. She can feel herself leaking cum from the previous load, staining the fabric. Your tongue and lips on her nipples make her leak more, but not before your fingers are shoved in her, trying to keep the cum in.

"J-Just put more into me!" she manages to moan out.

Chaeyoung's bent over her desk, her work blouse fluttering open—you're on top of her, coming down from your own orgasm and breathing heavily. The only reason that your load dripping from her isn't heard is because her discarded pants are catching all of it.

"Wear this tomorrow," you mumble, tugging on her blouse.

"Hmm?! I can't, there's lipstick marks all over it!" The collar is pink from when Chaeyoung bit into it, trying to muffle her scream earlier. Your fingers delve into her, scooping up some of your load and rubbing it into the pink spots, as if that would make it clean. It just makes things smell, smell of you.

"Wear it tomorrow," you order as you place your fingers by her lips, asking her to clean them.

"Y-Yes daddy."

Chaeyoung's on the dining table, tiny boy shorts pulled to the side and your cock keeping it there. Her entire body is flushed pink, warm not only from the dishes that were just on the table a moment ago, but also from the pounding you're giving her right now, making her spill slick over the edge of the table and on to the floor.

"You deserve your dessert, don't you?"

"Yes!" Chaeyoung's pulling on her hair, and thrashing about, knocking over a cup of water.

"Good, here's your cream."

Now everything's spilling over the table edge.

In another world Chaeyoung could've been an idol, putting on different outfits for photoshoots, looking prettier than ever, each shot made to appear absolutely perfect. That Chaeyoung may have wondered if the studio would look like her apartment right now, clothes strewn everywhere, the tops and bottoms hanging on her frame for but a second, the time it takes to make a pose, before they're pulled off and replaced with another; Maybe she would have wondered if photoshoots would be tiring, having to change her outfits and poses constantly. 

This Chaeyoung is not capable of wondering, carried and pulled and tossed and finally, fucked on every surface. Her mind's mushy, she's picking up random clothing off the ground, mixing and matching—she doesn't even remember which ones she has worn already for you. Splattered randomly on her clothes are fluids of some description—a mix of her squirt and your cum. She's going to have to do one big load of laundry after you leave.

Speaking of big loads, you've left several in her, and as you fuck Chaeyoung in front of the mirror, the sinful schoolgirl outfit she has on, coupled with her utterly blissed out expression as she braces against the mirror frame, is going to make sure that this last load will last her nine months.

"God you deserve everything I have left don't you?" You growl, arms hooking under her shoulders, pulling her back and keeping her upright.

"Y-Yes, give it, please!" Chaeyoung's barely coherent, you think Jiwon will be properly satisfied if you took a picture of how Chaeyoung looked right now.

"You won't be able to wear these outfits again... This midriff? Gone." Chaeyoung's eyes are gone as well, rolling into her head, and she let's out a long, drawn out moan as you fill her womb one last time, cumming with you and eager to fully drain you and finally get some rest. She lets out a rasp, as if choking, as if she can't hold all the cum in her. She sobs, and a little bit of it leaks out from around your shaft—she's completely full! When you finish firing she sighs happily, going limp in your arms—you're the only thing keeping her up now, and you know she's out of commission, content and bred.

You put her down on the bed, and she pulls you in, pouting for a cuddle. Chaeyoung reaches for her phone, and the two of you laugh at Jiwon's messages.

*Yah, you better not see this message!*

*If the "1" disappears early I'll know!*

Chaeyoung types out a quick message.

*We finished, you should reward oppa with whatever he wants*

*Oh we will! Saerom's gonna tell him soon*

"We? What's this about Saerom, you mentioned her just now too."

"Don't worry about that, it will all be fine." Puzzled, you kiss Chaeyoung all the same—she deserves that much at least.