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The fluorescent lights in the hallway buzzed faintly, already dimmed to their late-night setting. It was 2:17 a.m., and the Starship building felt like a sleeping giant—silent corridors, empty practice rooms, only the occasional whir of an air-conditioning unit breaking the stillness.
Wonyoung slipped into the staff bathroom on the 7th floor, the one tucked behind the editing suites that almost nobody used after midnight. She locked the door with a soft click, exhaled, and leaned her back against the cool tiles.
Her schedule started at 4 a.m. yesterday and continued without pause. Music show pre-recording, two back-to-back interviews, a late-night radio guest spot, then rushed fittings and a final choreography run-through that finished thirty minutes ago. Her body ached in that dull, familiar way, but it wasn’t the muscle fatigue that was killing her tonight.
It was the low heat in her belly. The restless, gnawing want that had been simmering for weeks—months, really—and tonight it finally boiled over.
She hadn’t been touched by anyone in… God, she couldn’t even remember the last time someone’s hands had been on her in a way that wasn’t staged, professional, or platonic. Dating? Laughable. Who could possibly date Jang Wonyoung? The princess of Korea, the untouchable visual, the girl whose face launched fan cafés and brand deals worth millions. Every man who ever looked at her too long either froze in awe or turned sleazily in seconds. There was no in-between. No one felt… worthy.
And she refused to settle.
So she dealt with it herself. Always herself.
Wonyoung walked to the far corner stall—the biggest one, the one with the full-length mirror mounted on the back of the door—and locked that too. She didn’t bother turning on the overhead light; the soft blue emergency strip along the baseboard was enough. Just enough shadow to feel hidden, just enough glow to see herself.
She pulled her oversized hoodie off in one motion, letting it drop to the floor. Underneath, she still wore the cropped tank from the last stage outfit—black, ribbed, clinging to the gentle slope of her breasts and the tight plane of her stomach. The high-waisted leggings came next, peeled down her long legs until they bunched at her ankles. She kicked off her sneakers and stepped out of the fabric, leaving her in only the tank and a pair of simple white cotton panties that were already visibly damp at the center.
Pathetic, she thought, staring at her reflection. Getting this worked up just from a long day and too many hours of feeling her own body move in the mirror during practice.
Note: This will be a smut series for all AESPA members.
Karina woke up to the feeling of her dad fucking her asshole. Only a few hours ago, he had taken both her virginity and her ass. It was an amazing experience, but she was still sore. Apparently, though, her dad didn't care.
"Good morning, baby girl," Jae said into his daughter's ear as he slowly fucked her ass.
Whimpering "Daddy," Was the only way Karina could respond. She ground her ass harder onto his cock, grabbing fistfuls of blankets. Jae grabbed a fistful of Karina's hair and pulled, starting to fuck her harder and faster. She moaned and began to grow louder, nearing a scream.
"Oh, Daddy, your cock is so big. I love how it feels inside my ass. Fuck me in the same spot you fuck mom."
"Oh, Karina, I haven't fucked your mother in years."
"That's why you go to strip clubs and fuck slutty eighteen-year-olds like me."
"That's why I butt-fuck whores like you in the same place your mom sleeps." Still holding his daughter's hair, he shoved her face into the pillows. "From now on, you belong to me. You're my slut; you fuck who I say, how I say, when I say. Understand?
Because of the ecstasy that Karina was in, all she could manage to moan was 'yes'. Her dad began to ravage her as she screamed into the pillows, muffling the sounds of her pleasure. Which was important because they couldn't let Karina's older brothers hear them.
It didn't take a long time for Jae to cum into his daughter's ass. He shuddered and threw his hips forward, spilling his sperm into Karina. He pulled out, letting the cum spill out of her hole.
"Now go get cleaned up, we're having breakfast soon. And you need to change before your brothers wake up."
Karina smiled at her dad as she scooped up the semen and spooned it into her mouth. "Yes, daddy." She whispered. She definitely needed to clean up. The cum stains from last night were still relatively prominent on her face and in her hair
At this time, everyone in the house was usually asleep, so Karina wasn't worried about being seen. Not bothering to cover herself up, she made her way to her room so she could change. On the way, though, was her brother's door, which was wide open. That didn't surprise her; it usually was, and her brothers were probably still asleep. She quickly passed by to reach her room. Once there, she entered her bathroom and took a shower. Once she cleaned off the sperm that had been plastered on her, she exited her shower and went back to her room.
Jinwoo woke up when he heard a door open and close. Right when he opened his eyes, he saw his sister's naked body walking quickly by his door, her ass and tits bouncing. He shook his head and rubbed his eyes, sure that he had dreamed what he had seen. He turned his head to see if his twin brother Jim was still sleeping. His eyes were still closed.
Filled with curiosity, Jinwoo got up from his bed and quietly walked over to his sister's door, which was wide open. He heard her shower turn on, so he went into her room. He peeked carefully around the door to her bathroom and saw her step into the shower. But now that he had time to look at her he could see globs of sticky white stains on her body, before they were washed away. It was in her hair, some was freshly dripping from her thighs, plenty was on her ass, but mostly her face was covered in it.
He had always known how hot his sister was, with her big almond eyes and curly black hair with blond highlights. But most notable was her shapely ass, and D cup tits that curved perfectly with her toned, caramel colored skin.
It's not like his brother didn't get any action. They were both pretty attractive guys. They both had the very muscle-toned bodies of soccer players. They had strong jaws, with short, cropped black hair. They were both broad-shouldered and tall, and ever since going to college, they'd gotten bigger.
But it had always been difficult for him and his brother because both of them coached their sister's soccer team. They always commented on how much shorter her shorts seemed to be compared to the other girls', and how distracting it was for them to watch their sister stretch and sweat in the sun.
But now, watching her shower and clean off what was clearly cum all over her body, for the first time, Jinwoo actually considered fucking her. It would be so easy to just go up and take her, and judging from those cum stains, she might even enjoy it.
But before he could make his decision, she turned off the shower. Jinwoo quickly left and went back to his room, where he found his brother awake.
"Hey, Dad says breakfast is almost ready," Jim told him as he got out of bed.
"Jim, I've got to tell you something."
Jim looked at Jinwoo, bewildered. "What?"
Jinwoo told him everything he had just seen. Jim only looked at him in amazement. "That slut," He remarked. "Whoever fucked her is one lucky son of a bitch."
"Yeah, I'll say." The two of them made their way downstairs to eat. Their dad had set up cereal, milk, and some bowls, and was going around the kitchen cleaning up. Soon after the two brothers sat down, Karina came down, and both of them stopped eating and simply stared.
Their sister was only wearing two articles of clothing. Simple black panties and a tiny white tank top that showed her midriff and seemed to be close to bursting from her huge breasts. They could even see her nipples through the fabric. She said hello and sat at the table.
After saying hello, Karina started eating, and the twins slowly continued, keeping an eye on their sister, who seemed not to notice their stares. She seemed to be eating rather slowly, and with a subtle smile, but that could have been their imaginations.
.
Their dad announced that he had to go run a few errands and that he would be back in a few hours. Karina pouted a little, but Jae leaned in and kissed his daughter on the cheek. "Be good," he said to no one in particular. After he left, the three of them mostly ate in silence, occasionally making small talk.
Karina finished first, putting her bowl and spoon in the sink and putting the faucet on full blast to rinse her plate. Some water had sprayed onto her shirt, but she only shrugged and remarked that it would look pretty hot when her dad got home.
"Do you boys want me to take your bowls?" Karina asked softly. Jinwoo was about to decline and get up to do it himself when he saw his sister. She was standing between the two of them with her hands clasped in front of her, making her boobs squish together. But that's not what got his attention.
Her white shirt, already close to bursting, was now wet, and the water was spreading across her chest so her boobs were getting easier and easier to see. Soon enough, the shirt would be little more then transparent. Her nipples were dark and small, and proudly stimulated.
It was a while before either of them answered their sister; to the point Karina had to speak up again. "Plates?" She asked with raised eyebrows. They gave her their plates, and she turned back to the sink to wash them. Now the two brothers could only watch their sister, who seemed to be jutting her butt out at them so she could lean into the sink.
Jim, without consulting his brother, got up and made his way to the sink. Clearing his throat, he asked, "Do you need any help?"
"Yeah, that'd be great. Just dry them a bit after I'm done rinsing." Jinwoo was mesmerized by her ass, which was now jiggling a bit. He could tell that Jim wasn't paying attention to the plates at all, and that he was staring shamelessly down his sister's shirt.
Jinwoo got up and made his way, sensing he knew what his brother was about to do. Sure enough, he could see the look in his twin's eyes when they found a girl they both wanted to take home.
Once they were done, Karina turned away from the sink and Jim. Jinwoo could see that her shirt was now totally soaked, and her tits were completely on display. "Thanks for the help, Jim. I'm off to my room." She started to walk, but Jim grabbed her arm and spun her around, slamming her wet body into his. She began to protest, but he full-on kissed her on the mouth. She tried pushing him off, but he held her tight.
When she finally did break free, she tumbled backwards into Jinwoo, who then wrapped his arms around her and kissed her neck. "What are you two doing?" She asked incredulously, but moaning at the same time.
"Shut up whore." Jim commanded as he moved forward to kiss her again. Jinwoo could feel his little sister's body shudder a little. Jinwoo took her arms and clasped them together at the wrists with one hand, and used the other to fondle her ass. Jim massaged and kneaded Karina's breasts together, occasionally pinching at twisting her nipples.
"Please, stop." She whimpered. "I promised I wouldn't have sex with anyone else."
"Who'd you promise, the same guy who came all over your face and left you naked this morning?" Jinwoo asked, slapping her ass. "The same guy who fucked you and made you into a whore?"
"Yes," Karina squealed when he slapped her again.
"But you like it, don't you?" Jim asked, punctuating it by ripping off her tank top, exposing her wet breasts.
But she didn't answer; she only kept pleading with them. Jinwoo fingered her pussy and felt her panties getting soaked.
"I think it's time she got punished for being a whore." Jinwoo pushed her down to her knees, and they both took off their shorts and pulled out their towering cocks.
Karina gasped. Just like their dad, their dicks had to be close to twelve inches, and incredibly thick. Jinwoo and Jim both aimed their dicks at her, waiting to get sucked off. At first, she relented, but when they started to lightly slap her face with both their dicks she couldn't help it anymore.
Karina opened her mouth, and Jim immediately shoved his rock-hard dick into her mouth. Karina licked the tip and started sucking hard, loving the taste of his prick. As the piece of meat got wetter, and she salivated more, she started to take it in deeper.
"God, her throat is so tight. Our little sister is amazing." Jim said with a look of pride at Karina.
"Well, don't hog her." Jinwoo said jokingly, "Give her here."
Karina switched to Jinwoo's cock. With more saliva in her mouth, it was easier for her to get it wet, and in no time, she was taking several inches into her mouth with ease.
"Holy shit you're right, she's incredible." Jinwoo grabbed the back of her head and shoved her down deeper.
It went on like this for a few minutes. She would switch off now and again, always taking more and more of their rods. When she finally got all of Jinwoo's dick into her throat, he commanded her to lick his balls, which she happily did, sticking her tongue out as far as she could to lap them up. Jim, of course, got the same treatment. From there, it was several minutes of Karina deep throating her big brothers. Spit and pre-cum were flowing freely from the crevices of her tasty lips.
"Keep going," Jinwoo told his brother. He went around and lay down on his back so that his face was right under his sister's cunt.
Once there, he commanded her to lower herself onto his face. Jinwoo then got to taste his beautiful sister's pussy juices. The sweet honey made his mouth water, and he probed her vagina with his tongue, making sure to flick and circle her clitoris.
Karina was moaning and gyrating on her brother's face, trying to get as much of his tongue as possible, while simultaneously deep throating Jim's cock. Soon Jinwoo switched over to her asshole, to which she gasped and began to moan even more.
"Sounds like we have an anal whore here also," Jim said happily. Jinwoo only grunted in agreement. "Barely eighteen and she's already pining to stick it up her ass."
After a bit, Jim finally pulled out of his sister's throat, picked her up, put her stomach down on the dining table so her face hung off of one end of the table, and her butt and legs hung off the other end.
Jinwoo then went over to her face to plow her throat with his dick, which she happily took. Jim took his turn at her pussy and asshole, sucking and licking at both of them.
Karina was in heaven right now. She loved getting throat fucked by her brothers, and they were making her pussy flood with juices. And in a matter of seconds, she was coming into Jim's mouth. She screamed and moaned as her body shuddered for several moments from the ecstasy.
Jinwoo lightly slapped her face with his hand. "You like getting eaten out by your big brothers?" She nodded while smiling around his cock. He slapped her again, "You like getting your throat fucked by our dicks, like a whore?" She nodded again, and Jinwoo redoubled his force into her throat, hearing her gag and choke on his dick.
"Alright, Karina, now we're going to have some real fun." Jim lined up his prick with her opening and slowly inserted it into her hole. She moaned in pleasure and pushed her body back to meet him. "Fuck, this whore tis ight. And she's so goddamn wet I don't know how long I'll last."
But to Jim's surprise, he did last a while. And after some time, Karina reached back and spread her ass cheeks apart, showing her puckered hole. Jim needed no better signal than that. He whipped his dick out of her pussy and slipped it into her asshole. She was surprisingly accommodating and quickly slipped inside her, despite how unbelievably tight her sphincter was.
Karina took out Jinwoo's dick for a moment to breathe. "Oh my god, I'm going to be in so much trouble. I have to stop this, I'm such a bad girl." She pined.
"No, you don't," Jinwoo said, slamming his cock back in her throat. "You have to screw your big brothers like a good slut. "Jim slapped her ass, and she gobbled up Jinwoo's dick happily.
Jim couldn't take it anymore and started pounding away at his little sister. She was moaning and screaming another orgasm into Jinwoo's cock, causing vibrations around his meat. In moments, Jim spilled his load into his sister's asshole, just where his dad came not an hour ago. The two of them were spent, but Jinwoo wasn't done. He flipped Karina around on her back and fucked her throat as hard as her tight mouth would let him.
Karina was moaning and gagging on his cock, loving the feel of his prick and the taste of cum on her tongue. And once Jinwoo exploded into her mouth, she happily left it in her mouth for a moment. Jinwoo took his dick out, and she showed him all the semen in her mouth before swallowing it.
She was about to get off the table before Jim stopped her. Paying attention, she realized they were both still rock hard, maybe even harder.
"We're not done yet," Jinwoo said mischievously. They then switched places. Now Jinwoo was pounding Karina's pussy, and Jim was ravaging her throat. Both Jinwoo and Jim fondled her breasts and pinched her nipples, making sure to make her moan and scream in pleasure.
After about ten minutes of fucking, Jim pulled out. "I think she's ready, Jinwoo."
"I think so too." Jinwoo agreed.
"Ready for what?" Karina asked.
Jinwoo picked her up so they were face-to-face. She wrapped her legs around him and smiled excitedly, if not entirely sure what was coming. Jim then approached her from behind and quickly without letting her register what was happening, impaled her asshole.
Karina gasped and moaned as both of their cocks went deeper into her holes. When they went as far in as they could go, she screamed in ecstasy. "Holy fuck! I have two cocks inside me, I've never done this!" She shuddered a bit. "Shit, you're stretching me out, I feel like I'm going to tear in half!"
The exertion of having two cocks in a small 5'4'' body made her unable to hold herself up with her legs, so Jinwoo had to hold her up by her legs, so they could both start pumping into her fuck holes.
Once they were sure she was steady, they started rhythmically pounding into her, without any thought about her; they fucked her as hard as they could. Karina was at a loss. She made silent screams into Jinwoo's shoulder, occasionally loudly moaning at the ceiling, silently hoping that the neighbors would hear the way they were treating her. She had her arms wrapped around Jinwoo's neck, and every time Jim slapped her ass, she would scream a bit.
The two brothers could feel each other's dick across the flesh that separated them. Karina was in a new kind of heaven. Being double penetrated was incredibly painful, but it felt so unbelievably good that she was instantly addicted. The brothers would piston their dicks inside, sometimes alternating, sometimes at the same rhythm with expertise.
"You like getting double penetrated, don't you, you little slut." Jinwoo spat at her.
"Oh yes, fuck my asshole, fuck my pussy. You both feel so good inside me." Karina moaned.
"You're nothing but a fucking whore, aren't you, little sister?" Jim said.
"Yes! That's exactly what I am. I want cock, that's all I need. I'm just a fucking whore that likes to fuck her biiiiiiiig brothers." Karina moaned again.
"Yeah? You're fuck buddy still going to punish you for being such a whore?" Jim asked, slapping his little sister on the ass again.
"Yes, he's going to punish me so hard. He'll probably want you to help him."
"Who is he?" Jinwoo asked, pounding her harder. "Who took our little sister's virginity and turned her into a whore?"
Because it turned her on so much, Karina couldn't lie even if she wanted to. But she didn't get the chance to say it, because at that moment someone said, Happy. "It was me, I fucked Karina."
The three of them stopped, and the boys had to turn a bit so they could both see their dad, back from running errands, standing in the kitchen with a sly smile on his face. "And I'm glad that my kids are bonding so well together. But since she's our whore now, I think we should take this to my room."
The two brothers smiled at each other and their dad. "The family whore, huh? I like the sound of that." Jim said happily.
Still with Karina impaled on their dicks, the two brothers were led by their dad into their father's room. Once there, Jinwoo sat on the bed, so Karina was facing the headboard. After stripping off his clothes, Jae stood in front of Karina's face and placed his rock-hard cock in his daughter's mouth. All together they fucked Karina's holes with reckless abandon until finally Jim and Jinwoo both came inside of her.
Jae then took his place inside her asshole and fucked her happily, as the two brothers caught their breath and watched.
"Did you tell your brothers about how I found you?" Jae asked, slapping Karina's ass. She shook her head, barely able to speak from the rigorous fucking. "No, daddy. It didn't come up."
"Tell them what you did, how naughty you were, tell them where I found you." Jae was in heaven.
So much for keeping a secret, Karina thought. "Daddy found me in a strip club, where I was dancing and taking off my clothes for strangers. Daddy gave me two hundred dollars to fuck me right there. Then he gave me another two hundred and paid strangers to help him fuck me. And he paid my new boss to let him take me home and fuck me."
"And why is that baby girl?" Jae asked, close to finishing.
"Because I'm an eighteen-year-old, anal teen whore, who likes to be used." Karina moaned with pleasure to another orgasm. At that, Jae roared furiously and poured his seed into his daughter's ass for the second time that morning. Karina screamed with him, bucking her ass into his twitching cock.
"It'll be difficult keeping this from mom," Jae said, once he'd caught his breath. "But it'll be so worth it." He kissed his daughter on the mouth, giving extra tongue.
The rest of the weekend wasn't spent on errands, clothing, or very much sleep. And Karina had cum with every meal.
My brother ground his cotton-covered erection into my mons. He pinned my wrists to the bed with fingers of steel as he undulated against me. Years of anger and sexual frustration had been pent up and were now on the verge of release all at once.
Allow me to sketch a brief overview: in my final year of high school, I was still a virgin. I had managed a couple of covert finger-fuckings and an almost-fuck, but still hadn't lost my virginity. Not for lack of trying, let me assure you. Due to a combination of my parents' dysfunctional marriage, our familial lack of religion, and my unrestricted television viewing from youth, I had no scruples about losing my virginity in a meaningless fling and proceeding on to other meaningless flings. In fact, I had been eager to get on with the meaningless flings from the age of thirteen, when I truly became aware of the opposite sex. Why was I still a virgin then? Because my brothers are completely psychotic.
Whereas my father couldn't care less if I started dating at thirteen or thirty, my hypocritical brothers seemed to think thirty was the ideal age for me to start dating, if ever. Why do I call them hypocritical? Because I happen to know they lost their respective virginities at the same time by tag-teaming a girl a year older than them during their freshman year. My brothers have always been good-looking and got onto the fast track of muscular development at an early age; their good looks and gorgeous bodies, combined with the novelty of their being identical twins, guaranteed them both very active sex lives early on.
Unfortunately for me, much as they enjoyed sex, they turned into complete Neanderthals at the thought of their baby sister having sex. More especially unfortunate for me was the fact that my middle school was connected to their high school, the same high school I ended up attending with them later on. Also, the only extracurricular activity I took an interest in was boxing; my parents, breaking away from their usual policy of not giving a shit what their kids did, insisted I go to the same gym as Jae and Jinwoo. My brothers' constant presence allowed them to not only stalk me and make sure I wasn't up to anything, but also to threaten any guy who seemed to show an interest in me.
Despite their being two years older than me, my problems were not lessened in my junior year, as both brothers had dicked around too much in school and had to stay on an extra year to earn credits. Having spent my junior year in anticipation of having the freedom to fuck anyone I wanted at school the next year, one can imagine I was sorely disappointed that summer to learn that Jae had decided to go into law and needed to go back for yet another term to upgrade.
I had been entertaining fantasies of extravagant ways to lose my virginity (walking in on the football team in the showers after practice, getting myself a detention with my hot English teacher and banging his brains out, etc.), and to have those dreams go up in smoke left me absolutely livid and twice as sexually frustrated as before. I'd tried leaving boxing to make time for a boyfriend on the sly. Still, Jae found out through mutual acquaintances at school (backstabbing friends of mine who sold me out for a chance with my brother) and promptly put a stop to that through a combination of buddying up to my potential hymen-breakers and threatening to beat the shit out of them if they touched me. The last couple of months had been excessively frustrating, but even more frustrating was that I had three months more until Jae left my school for good and I had any chance of having a life.
The past two months had been almost non-stop arguing between Jae and me, with Jinwoo occasionally teaming up with his twin against me. Jinwoo had decided to take a year off and work before going to university, so that he and Jae could be first year together (some sort of twin thing), so he was still at home to vex me, too.
However, the worst of the arguments were the one-on-ones between just Jae and me, which had become increasingly frequent and increasingly physical. One of these arguments was largely why I was being pinned to my bed by my big brother, nightie rucked up around my hips, as he ground his impressive hard-on into my crotch.
All my anger and sexual frustration had culminated into this moment and, suddenly, the hard cock pressing insistently between my legs was all that mattered. My clit throbbed and I obliged it by rubbing it hard against the instrument of its arousal. Not having worn panties to bed since I can remember, my wetness seeped out and quickly began soaking through the front of Jae's pyjama bottoms.
My lips parted and I felt my cheeks flush. I had watched myself in the mirror many times while I first aroused myself, then brought myself to orgasm, and I could feel my face take on the expression I wear when unbearably aroused. All I could do was move against my brother and look up into his face, into the expression of a man giving in to a pleasure long denied him. That look of sweet breaking only increased as he ground into me harder and harder with each stir of his hips. He released one wrist and cupped my face in his large, callused hand.
"You've been making me crazy, you know that?" He leaned down until his lips grazed my ear as he continued in a rigid voice, "You don't even know how many times I nearly threw you down when you were prancing around in one of your little nightshirts with no panties on. I wanted to slam you on the floor and spread your legs, lick you 'til you came, then fuck you senseless."
His words had increased the flow of blood to my pussy and I felt almost feverish, but still he continued, torturing me with frustration as I had apparently been torturing him.
"Or when you wear those slutty little skirts that I'm always on your ass about 'cause they'll make guys think the wrong thing," he breathed hotly into my ear, "They sure as hell make me think the wrong thing." He punctuated this with a vicious buck of his hips, contrasted sharply by the soft, almost chaste, kiss he laid upon my lips.
My clit was throbbing so hard it seemed liable to explode and the inner walls of my cunt felt like molten lava was sliding down them. Through the haze of passion, one thing leapt out at me. "Since when?" I asked, though fairly sure I knew the answer.
Jae lowered his mouth to my ear and nipped all around it, sucking on my earlobe even, before answering me. "Golden Gloves."
I had started boxing when I was sixteen, but, for a long time, had only had matches at local cards. This was to be my first out-of-town card, and not only was I thrilled, but my brothers were actually delighted to have me along. Although they harassed me to the point of insanity during the six-hour drive to the tournament, they also took turns acting as my pillow when I wanted to nap, cuddling me and generally acting brotherly.
We had been fighting a lot in recent weeks over their high-handed ways when it came to my dating; they had decided to allow me to go on a date, only to show up at the movies and seat themselves three rows behind me. As usual, my parents did nothing to intervene and, unable to overpower my brothers, all I could do was scream at them then stomp to my room, slam the door and wait for the day they wouldn't be around to plague me.
It was nice for all of us to have this respite from arguing. However, it didn't last too long once we reached the hotel where the Golden Gloves were being held. The next morning in fact, during weigh-ins, was when things first when awry.
Despite commonly-held stereotypes of females in boxing, there really are a lot of pretty girls in the sport. All modesty aside, Giselle and I were two such girls. Both of us were trim and toned, pretty, and well-dressed. Giselle was a year in between me and my brothers, and if she knew one thing, it was how to flirt. At the first day of weigh-ins, she had struck up with a trio of guys from another gym and somehow I found myself flirting and enjoying the attentions of one particularly hot guy, Jin. Jinwoo and Jae were both glaring at me, and by unspoken agreement, Jae held their place in line to weigh in while Jinwoo came over to break up our little party, neatly introducing himself and promptly suggesting the guys get in line quickly or they would have to wait hours to get in for their weigh-ins and medicals. To say I was irked would be putting it mildly.
As the morning progressed, I started to feel the full indignity of being treated like a little girl who couldn't be expected to know her own mind whenever there was a penis around. I stewed in my own juices and by lunchtime, my indignation had increased to magnificent proportions; I knew about sex, I knew about protection and birth control, and I sure as hell knew what I was and wasn't ready for and I bitterly resented the control my brothers were exerting over my life. As I sat down for lunch with the team in the hotel restaurant, I couldn't quite restrain myself from darting resentful looks at my brothers every couple of minutes. The fact that I was eating soup and salad because I'd barely made weight while my brothers had made their weights with room to spare and were currently eating burgers and fries did nothing to curb my resentment.
All that had transpired made me act somewhat recklessly when the boys from the weigh-ins, including Jin the Hottie, came up to Giselle and me, who were sitting at a table for two, off to the side of the boys from our team.
The wattage of my smile for Jin could blind while I blatantly ignored my brothers, whose glares were the polar opposite of my sunny smile. Giselle and I made small talk with the guys and I was congratulating myself on finally putting my brothers in their place when Jin leaned in close and told me that they were ordering a movie later on in their room, and they'd love it if we'd both stop by. Shivers went up my spine at his sexy accent. Unfortunately, I was apparently not the only one who reacted to Jin's intimate tone. Jinwoo and Jae's chairs screeched backward as they shot to their feet and got between Jin and me. Jae grabbed Jin by the collar and hauled him up close to his face.
"My sister isn't going anywhere near you or your room, dickhead. I better not see you around her any time during the tournament, or there's going to be ass-whuppings dished out, got it?"
As one can imagine, boxers being the peace-loving bunch that we are, this did not go over well with Jin and his friends. If it weren't for our coach jumping into the middle of things and sorting everyone out, there most definitely would have been a brawl right in the middle of the restaurant. Luckily, Joey got everyone calmed down and our team sat back down while those not on the team dispersed, everyone seemingly ready to get on with lunch. Except my brothers and me.
Jinwoo had sat back down, at least confining his anger to a disapproving glare, but Jae leaned down and got right up in my face, and said, "I'd better not see you talking to any of those guys again," before sitting back down and going back to his food.
My rage exploded. "Who the fuck do you think you are? I will do what the fuck I please, and if it pleases me to hang out with those guys then you can be damn sure I will!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, any care for public propriety flung out the window.
"You think that's what they wanna do? Hang out? They wanna get in your pants, you little retard."
"Yeah, well, I'll let them do that, too, if I feel like it." I delivered this in my snottiest tone of voice.
The entire team went quiet. Everyone knew my brothers' feelings on my having sex, and nobody knew what was going to happen next. Jae and Jinwoo's expressions turned murderous, but it was Jae who spoke, his voice low and menacing: "You are lucky as hell I don't beat your ass for that, but you can be damn sure you're not boxing anymore." With all the finality of a parent who has just told off a particularly stupid and bratty child, he once again returned to his food.
That was really it for me. I can honestly say I don't think I've ever been so mad in my life as I was at that moment. My last vestiges of self-restraint snapped, and I stood up, picked up my still-hot soup, and dumped it in Jae's lap. I walked away feeling very self-satisfied.
At least, I was feeling self-satisfied until I was yanked backward by my ponytail, spun around and tipped over a hard shoulder. Jae had simply picked me up and started carrying me out of the restaurant much as one would a naughty child. I screamed obscenities at him and even managed to elbow him in the back of the head once, but he didn't even slow down.
Into the elevator, up to the fourth floor, into a room not mine, so obviously Jinwoo and Jae's, and then I was dumped unceremoniously onto the bed, face-first. I scrambled to get off the bed as Jae plopped down, but he just grabbed me by the scruff of the neck and hauled me over his lap. I felt my track pants yanked down as I struggled to no avail. The soup-soaked front of his pants spread its wetness to my T-shirt as I kicked and jerked in his lap.
"What the fuck are you doing, jerk off?" I screamed, just as he simultaneously asked, "What the fuck are you wearing?"
As he clearly expected an answer first, I ventured out with: "It's called a thong, shithead."
"What the fuck kind of respectable girl wears thongs?" He brought a hand down hard on my bare ass cheek.
"OW! Jesus, Jae! What the fuck!"
"See? That's what this is about!" Smack! "Your fuckin' mouth lately!" Smack! "Your slutty clothes lately!" Smack! "We try and teach you to respect yourself and all we get is shit from you! Maybe if Dad would have done this when he should have, you wouldn't be such a little mouthpiece!" SMACK!
I can't deny the tanning my ass was receiving hurt like hell, but a familiar stirring was occurring between my legs. I had never consciously harboured any love for pain, but suddenly the stinging of my ass translated directly into the throbbing of my pussy. I instinctively spread my legs, perhaps hoping for a blow gone awry to land on my pulsing mound. I could feel my lips plumping up and my clit rubbing against my thong as it distended from its hood. Jae was still yammering on, but all I could focus on were the blows to my ass and the heat at the juncture of my thighs.
Suddenly, Jae froze. I felt him shift underneath me. Still holding me down by the neck, it felt almost as if he were… leaning over to examine me from behind. Reality came crashing in, and I clamped my thighs together, but I was apparently too late.
"Why are your panties wet, Winter?"
I squeezed my eyes shut in mortification. This didn't last long, however, as embarrassment quickly turned to anger in a defensive reflex. This wasn't my fault! I wasn't sick; I was just sexually deprived. And I knew just who to blame for that!
"Because I'm fucking horny! Because unlike most horny people my age who can go out and fool around and take care of their needs, I have two psycho brothers who stalk me, threaten all the guys around me, and now fucking spank me!"
My thighs had parted somewhat during this tirade, and Jae's response was not the angry return I'd expected, but rather the feeling of his hand placed on the back of the thigh closest his body, his fingers trailing down between my legs.
There was a pregnant pause.
"And how would you take care of those needs?" he asked softly, fingers now stroking back and forth along the inside of my thigh, dangerously close to my puffy lips that didn't seem to care who the fingers belonged to, brother or otherwise.
Did Jae know what he was doing to me? The feelings he was arousing? The flow of wetness he was doing nothing to ebb? I couldn't think to answer his question. I hadn't an intelligent thought in my head, only a hazy picture in my mind's eye of those fingers closing the distance to my core, pulling aside my thong and plunging inside of me.
Apparently, my pussy was not as disconnected from my mouth as my brain was, because I heard myself saying, "I would find a hot guy, and I would start by letting him finger me. I want to feel what it's like when it's when it's someone else's fingers." All this I delivered in a breathless voice, losing my mind from wanting my brother's fingers inside me, not stopping to feel shy that I had basically just admitted to putting my own fingers up my cunt, or that I had just hinted fairly strongly that that was where I wanted his. All I could think about was getting those callused fingers to stop teasing me and go where I needed them.
The soaked front of my T-shirt caused me to squirm uncomfortably and I felt something hard underneath my tummy. I wasn't sure, but I thought he must be hard. The thought that I had excited him as much as he had me caused a gush of wetness to seep out and I moaned for want of his fingers.
It seemed I was about to get my wish as I felt Jae's fingertips brushing up and down over my slit, over each of my swollen lips. Then there was only one finger there, travelling up my soaked thong to where it was pulled taut between pussy and ass, then hooking underneath it, sloooowly drawing it outward…
The moment was shattered when we heard a key card being slid into the door. Jinwoo! I jerked my head up just as Jae shoved me off his lap and onto the floor with a thud. I yanked up my pants and jumped up to see Jinwoo regarding us very strangely.
After much fidgeting and bullshitting, Jae allayed some of the suspicion in Jinwoo's eyes, but Jinwoo, being genetically the same person as Jae, definitely knew something was up.
I was confused. I didn't know what to think about what I'd done with my brother, what I'd wanted to do with my brother. My confusion was made worse still by Jae's avoidance of me over the next few days of the tournament and then compounded when, on the last day of the trip, I came into my room only to find the TV blaring and Giselle on all fours, mewling like a cat in heat while Jae pounded into her from behind.
Jae and I didn't talk for nearly two weeks after that, and I could barely contain my hostility toward Giselle. Jae was sullen and withdrawn around me, going so far as to stay mute when I went back to boxing, against his dictate. Don't get me wrong; I sure didn't want my brother telling me what to do and running my life, but I also didn't want him not to be part of it at all.
We started talking again, tentatively at first, and eventually settled back into a semi-normal routine, but we had crossed some invisible line that no amount of acting casual could uncross.
"If you wanted me, why did you fuck Giselle?" I asked, old hurt interrupting, but not dispelling entirely, my passion.
"Because I wanted you. I felt like the biggest dick in the world doing that to my little sister, so I fucked her to take my mind off you. You were so pretty and sweet and hot for sex, but I was s'posed to protect you from yourself, and I sure as hell wasn't s'posed to want to fuck my own baby sister." He nuzzled my neck, "But you're not a baby anymore."
His hard cock lifted away from my clit, and I made a noise of disapproval at which he chuckled. "Baby girl, I've got something better for you than dry fucking." His lips came down on mine at the same second his fingers plunged inside me. My mouth came open on a cry and his tongue thrust inside, tangling with mine, stroking and coaxing it to pleasure… much as his fingers were doing to the inside of my cunt. His thumb sought and found my clit, which he started rubbing in a circular motion.
The pressure was building inside me. I could feel the pump of blood in my clit struggle against my brother's teasing thumb while my inner walls contracted around his thrusting fingers. It felt like an electrical charge building inside my clitoris, which finally exploded as my sweet big brother swallowed my cries.
My pussy convulsed around his fingers as I came, and the shocking strength of my orgasm overwhelmed me, making my eyes water; not from any corny feelings of ultimate fulfillment, simply a sensory overload unlike anything I'd ever experienced. I'd never made myself come like that, and I doubted I ever could. I had to admit that the strength of my orgasm was at least partially due to the fact that it was my brother's fingers inside me.
Jae withdrew his fingers and propped himself up on an elbow to smile down at me. He leaned in and kissed me. "Fuck, you look pretty when you come."
I'm not sure, but I think I may have blushed at that.
His eyes darkened with sincerity, and his voice lost any trace of humor. "You do know I love you, right? It's not like I planned this or anything sick like that, but I'm pretty much at the breaking point, baby girl. So if you wanna stop, you need to tell me now."
Looking up into his eyes, I felt no doubt of his sincerity. It didn't matter anyway. Over the years, my increasing obsession with my brothers had caused me to put a great deal of thought into the moral question of incest. I had learned in school that the risk of defects in a child born of an incestuous relationship is actually only one or two percent higher than normal. Not being religious, my only concern was what nature dictated, and it seemed to me that nature had pretty much given incest a green light. Just not generation after generation of inbreeding. I'd decided it's like sugar: a little is okay, a lot… not so much.
Even if I hadn't decided I wasn't going to burn for eternity for fucking my brother, I doubt I could have stopped myself. One tremendous orgasm opened my eyes to the possibility of others, and I very much wanted to play student to my brother's teacher. It had always excited me more to think of Jae and Jinwoo while getting myself off than to think of any other, but the thrill of actually having my brother touch me had been electrifying. Now I wanted to know if it was the same way for him.
I reached down and felt for his cock, which was still at full mast and showed no signs of flagging. This cock had been inside me before. Only a couple of inches in, but it had almost been the one to take my virginity.
A thrill shot through me at finally having fingers other than my own inside me. They felt good, too. Not as good, nor as experienced as my own, but good and exciting simply because they were attached to a guy.
Sungjin, the vapid but extremely attractive jock I'd picked up at my friend's party, kissed his way down my neck to my collarbone. I wondered whether he was strong enough to lift me, so we could fuck inside the closet. We had ducked inside when more people had arrived in the game room where we'd been making out on top of the pool table. Some heavy petting had led to my shirt being down around my waist. They knew we were in here, but I didn't particularly care. My sole thoughts were focused on what was to come and if it would be as good as I'd imagined.
Just as I reached for Sungjin's belt buckle, the closet door was flung open.
Oh, fuck.
Jae yanked Sungjin out by the collar and yelled at me to pull up my shirt.
I, of course, yelled back at him and tried to stop him from beating the shit out of Sungjin.
Yet another night of our ongoing drama. We didn't speak except to snarl at each other for about a week, but I've always been the softer of the two of us, breaking down and being the first to talk. What can I say? I love my brother.
A week later, I couldn't sleep I was so upset. I knew I wouldn't change my mind, nor would my brothers change theirs, which made it even more pointless to be mad. So I went to Jae's room to talk, only to find him splayed out under his bed sheet. He and Jinwoo both wore either pyjama pants or boxers to bed each night, so his chest was bare to my gaze. And what a chest it was…
I couldn't help but run my gaze over his body before I shut the door and climbed into bed with him like I used to when we were little. As I was drifting off to sleep, I felt an arm drape over me. I snuggled back into my brother, feeling happy and safe with him like I never could when we were arguing.
I don't know how long I slept, but I was dreaming of Sungjin in the closet. Nibbling my neck, putting his hand between my legs, only this time I was facing the wall, lending the dream a mysterious air.
I moaned and hooked my leg back over his, only to feel his fingers replaced by something larger, hotter. I knew it had to be his cock, just as I had somewhere along the line in my dreamy state come to know it was my brother's cock, freed from his pyjama bottoms and pressing into me, slowly filling and stretching me, a centimeter at a time… I couldn't wait any longer to be filled up, so I rocked my hips back, only to feel him stiffen up behind me as he awoke to find himself in the process of burying himself inside his baby sister.
"What the fu-WINTER!" A hard shove to my back and suddenly I was on the floor.
It was starting to seem like our little get-togethers always had to end up with me getting dumped on the floor…
"Do you remember the time I got into bed with you?" I asked, knowing I didn't need to distinguish that time from all the innocent times I'd climbed in with him and nothing had happened.
He groaned, whether at the question, or the feel of me stroking him through his pyjama pants, I don't know.
"As if I could forget."
"Why did you stop?"
Whatever his reasons then, he sure seemed to have trouble coming up with one now…
"…I guess… I was just surprised. I didn't know what was going on, if you wanted it…"
I had wanted it, and I'd felt very cheated that -instead of getting it- I'd gotten dumped on the floor and treated to another two weeks of silent treatment. It suddenly occurred to me that I could finally see the cock I'd been coveting up close and personal, and I couldn't get his drawstrings undone fast enough. I yanked down his PJ bottoms and his cock sprang out, much larger than I had remembered or anticipated.
"Um, Jae?" I asked, touching the tip apprehensively.
"Yeah, baby?"
"Is that going to fit?"
Jae grinned down at me. "Don't worry, it'll be a tight fit, but we'll manage."
I snorted at that. "I didn't zone out through high school, Jae. I had two psycho brothers preventing me from getting any, but I do know about sex. I know it's good to be tight, but this thing seriously looks like it's gonna rip me open and, you know Jada? She said she got ripped open one time and now she's prone to tearing forever," I rambled.
"Well, we'll just have to make sure you're good and wet," he said as he leaned down and recaptured my lips, forcing them open and sliding in his tongue. He reached for the hem of my nightie and pulled it up and over my head, and I obliged him by lifting up and breaking our kiss for just long enough to be rid of any barrier between us.
His fingers once again moved to my slit, gathering some of my freely-flowing juice, then moved up to rub my still swollen clit. I threw my head back and moaned into my brother's mouth, surrendering my worries to desire at the feel of his tongue massaging mine.
His lips were moving away from mine then, trailing from my lips to my ear, then down the column of my throat. As his lips captured a nipple and drew it into his mouth, I bucked into the hand that was pulling at and teasing my clit. My hands twisted in the sheets as I writhed and tried to increase the contact. My pussy, which had cooled to warm and tingling after I came, was once again on fire as my brother teased it in harmony with his suckling of my nipple. My other nipple demanded attention, and my incoherent pleas were answered as Jae switched attention over to it.
I craved another orgasm and could feel myself well on my way to achieving one when Jae released my nipple and slithered down my body to join his hand. I felt a callused finger pressing inside me, soon joined by another, and then I nearly hit the roof as my brother used the fingers of his other hand to pull back the hood of my clit, and then reached out with his tongue and licked it.
He kept licking and the pressure grew more intense, pressure from the fingers inside me as well as the lashing of his tongue against my clit, when he leaned in and sucked my whole clit into his mouth, I exploded. I could feel the electroshock-like release in my clit, accompanied by something I wasn't expecting: a gush of fluid came out of me.
"Oh my God, Jae! Get off! GET OFF!" I screamed, shoving at his head.
He turned to look at the closed door, but made no move to vacate my path, instead grabbing my thighs and holding them open as he looked at me quizzically.
"What's wrong, baby?"
"I just pissed the bed! Get out of my way!"
He looked confused for a second, then laughed. "Honey, you just squirted."
I wrinkled my nose. "I don't know what that is, but it sounds gross."
"Thought you knew so much about sex…" he teased. "It's like the chick version of ejaculating. It's not pee. You can come without squirting; it's just a different kind of orgasm."
"Oh." Well, that made sense. "I never did that before…"
"Obviously." He grinned. "Wanna try something else you never did before?" He wiggled his eyebrows, gesturing with his head to his once again neglected, and still rock hard, shaft.
I nodded nervously. "'Kay, just go easy, alright?"
He sobered instantly. "Baby, you know I wouldn't hurt you. I'll make this good for you." He took up his position, and began to press into me. Slowly, not just out of fear of hurting me, but simply because my unused pussy wouldn't allow entrance any faster.
The feeling of being invaded and stretched beyond belief was overwhelming… and satisfying. Like an itch gone long without scratching and suddenly attended to. It was borderline orgasmic just feeling him inch his way inside. Then he reached my hymen.
Jae stopped, leaned down and kissed me as he broke through my virginity. It hadn't hurt as much as I thought it would, and I was almost instantaneously refocusing on the fact that my brother was all the way inside me. His pubic bone pressed into mine and I looked down to see where we joined. The sight was so erotic my pussy spasmed, and I felt him pulse in answer.
He began to stroke in and out, and I felt my body clasping at him trying to pull him in deeper. His head dropped down and he was laying butterfly kisses all over my neck again. I turned and frantically found his lips this time, feeling the pressure building again, but too slowly this time. I wanted it faster and harder, but didn't know what to do or how to ask for it.
My body did, however, and my hips bucked up against him. With that simple action, the dam of my brother's self-restraint was broken, and Jae began slamming into me, gripping my hips almost painfully, hauling me up into him as he plunged home. For the third time, I came, this time milking my brother's cock and triggering his own orgasm. He thrust deeper than he had yet and I felt his cock spasm as it poured hot cum inside me.
My legs had become wrapped around him at some point, and I released only one, allowing him to roll onto his back with me draped over him, his waning cock still inside me. I rested my head on his chest and listened to the heartbeat of my first lover. My brother.
Neither of us seemed to really know what to say to break the silence. Our parents had a thing about respecting our privacy, so, knowing they would assume by Jae's empty room that he had gone out and that they would never open my door without my permission, I simply snuggled against him and fell asleep.
I dreamt erotic dreams that night, replaying the sex I'd had with my brother as well as dreaming up new experiences with him. At one point in my dreams, Jinwoo walked in on Jae fucking me. Instead of being disgusted, he walked over and kissed me on the lips. Jae vacated the space between my legs and allowed Jinwoo to take over. My dream changed scenarios again, and I felt fingers toying with my nipple while a hard cock wedged itself between my thighs. I awoke to feel Jae biting my neck as he pushed inside me once again.
"Morning, baby girl," he said softly, thrusting into me from behind. I moaned in answer.
His thrusts were much more languid than the barely leashed variety he had started with the night before. This time, slowly stirring both of us to passion rather than near bursting with urgency, as we both had been. Oddly, this was no less arousing, and I found myself clasping on his cock just as hungrily as I had when he'd been pounding into me.
His lips tickled my ear before he sucked my earlobe into his mouth. My hips instinctively jerked back on him, pulling him deeper inside me. Suddenly, his slow strokes were no longer enough and I rolled my hips back harder and harder, trying to take control from a position that allowed for limited movement.
He answered by sinking his teeth into my earlobe and slamming into me.
"Is that how you want it, baby?" he growled.
"Yes…" I moaned, my voice sounding young and lost even to my own ears.
"You got it then," he said, rolling me onto my tummy and kicking apart my thighs with his knees. He surged back into me and began pounding me with an even greater ferocity than the night before.
My soaking pussy demanded more of the cock slamming into it and I arched my back, taking him in deeper than I had yet and feeling him on a new point that hadn't yet been touched.
I felt the same pressure building up that I had the night before when I'd squirted, but this time I just let it come. My pussy clamped down on Jae, and I arched my back even further as I started gushing hot fluid all over my brother's balls and the bed.
"Oh, fuck!" My orgasm catapulted him into his own and he gripped my ass, spreading apart my cheeks, and banged into me hard before he jerked and began spraying his seed inside me.
With that, he grunted and collapsed on top of me, his heavy weight crushing me into the mattress.
"That was incredible." My voice was muffled by the pillow I was being squashed into.
He chuckled and dropped a kiss on my shoulder. "Yeah, it was. I know it sounds fucked up, but I'm kinda glad it worked out like this."
"Like what?" I asked, pushing off my foot until we were rolled back onto our sides, my back to his front.
"Me being your first. I swear I didn't plan it. We really did want you to respect yourself and we were just trying to protect you, but now that I've had you, I can't say I'm sorry."
I smiled slightly at that. "I can't really either. Not that I agree with your bullshit double standards, but so many girls regret their first time. I know I'll never regret this. When I think of some of the disasters I've heard of for first times, I guess this was pretty good."
I could practically feel his grin at that. "So I'm only good compared to a disaster, eh?"
"You know what I mean, loser." I rocked my ass back into him. "Where's your other half, by the way?" I asked.
"He went to stay at Ashley's. No work today or tomorrow, so they figured on having a nice, long weekend fuckfest," Jae answered, toying with my fingers and nuzzling my hair. I glanced at the clock. Just after ten. Mom and Dad would be out for their Saturday golfing then lunch.
"Well, I'm gonna go take a shower," I said, sliding out from under Jae's arm and reaching for my nightshirt, which had been abandoned on the floor.
"Shower sounds good. I'll come with you." He leered as I slipped on my nightshirt. Or tried to leer. He really looked much too cute to come off as overly lecherous.
I padded into the bathroom with Jae following sans clothing after me. I felt a little shy but also very excited at the prospect of being naked in front of my brother with nothing to obscure his view. As I reached over to turn on the faucets, I jerked as I felt a hand slip between my legs.
"I realize you probably don't have the same problem, but I, for one, am sore as hell," I said wryly, turning to look at him over my shoulder as I straightened and reached for the hem of my nightie.
He smirked. "Wore you out, eh?"
I rolled my eyes at his preening tone. "You're a moron," I said as I stepped into the shower. I stood under the hot spray, facing into it, and felt it soak into my hair and skin, refreshing my tired body.
Strong arms wrapped around me from behind and I leaned back into my brother's embrace. It was strange. I had no feelings of disgust or remorse, nor of any especially perverted enjoyment of breaking taboo (although, I'd have to admit that it did turn me on a bit.), but I hadn't separated him into two people, as you so often see the guilty try to do.
I'd once seen a talk show where they interviewed several incestuous couples who were carrying on like normal married couples, and I'd noticed they seemed to try to forget their blood ties and focus purely on their romantic attachment.
This was my brother, and it simply made sense that I could love him as a brother and a lover. He was family. He was the taker of my virginity. How could I help but love him in both ways?
One arm left me to reach for the soap. I stood and watched in fascination as Jae rubbed the soap between both hands, placed it within reach on a ledge in the shower, then began soaping up my breasts, pausing his leisurely cleansing to roll and tug on my nipples.
His knee had found its way between my legs and he nudged them apart slightly. He gathered more soap on his hands and one soapy hand trailed its way down my stomach while the other cupped and kneaded my breast.
I couldn't get enough of his touch. I had been ridden hard and I was sore, and I should have been apprehensive about being touched there again so soon, but it seemed my brother's hand was all I wanted. I felt a slight stinging as his slick fingers parted me and began playing in my folds, but that was soon replaced by unmitigated arousal.
His lips found my ear, and he dipped his tongue inside, causing my hips to find a rocking rhythm, back and forth. His lips moved along my neck, placing open-mouthed kisses, and I felt his hardening cock jutting against my rear, where it naturally sought to rest between my ass cheeks, as if knowing that was its rightful place. One long finger slipped inside me, and his hand cupped over my mound. A second joined the first and I moaned as I turned my head to find his lips.
Jae grinned against my lips and gave me a peck, instead of the open-mouthed, tonguing kiss I'd expected.
"Better stop, or we'll not only not get cleaned up, we'll also end up ripping you open when I jam my cock into you," he said, placing a kiss on my temple.
Disappointment ripped through me as Jae withdrew his fingers. He spun me around to face him and held two glistening fingers in front of my face. Hot water beat against my back and I felt the spray on the sensitized side of my neck he'd been sucking on. I looked at the fingers, then him in question.
"Clean them off, Winter," he said softly.
I shivered. I had done this in the privacy of my own room many times, absentmindedly cleaning the juices off my own fingers, but this brought it to a new level of eroticism.
I leaned forward, my gaze trained on his, and enveloped his fingers in my mouth. His eyes hooded as he watched me sucking and tonguing the fingers he'd been pushing inside me. I delved my tongue between his fingers, and drew it up the insides of them, cleaning them thoroughly up to the tips before releasing with a gentle suction and dropping a kiss on his fingertips.
Jae reached out and yanked me to him, forcing open my mouth and shooting his tongue inside to find and conquer mine. His erection lay hot against my tummy and seemed to brand me with its mark. I didn't mind at all the concept of being owned by my brother and moaned my pleasure into his mouth. Finally, he drew away.
"Turn."
I turned, puzzled by the abrupt change in him. I heard a shampoo cap flip open and then felt his fingers working the shampoo into my scalp. Washing my own hair had never felt so sensual. It seemed Jae could take anything I did normally and infuse it with sensuality.
I was surprised by his gentleness as he tilted my head back, shielded my eyes and rinsed out my hair. I turned back and switched him places, washing his hair as he had mine, then taking the soap and washing his body.
When I came to his cock, which had not lessened in stature for all our comparatively mundane activities of the last few minutes, I tentatively grasped it with soapy hands and began cleaning it how I thought one might. I slid my hands along his length, the pulled back the foreskin and stroked a soaped up hand along the sensitive flesh underneath.
"That's enough," he said as he caught my wrists and pulled my hands away. He tried to give me a careless grin, but it was belied by the feral look in his eye. "I have plans for today, so we're both gonna rest for a bit and get our strength up."
I shrugged off my disappointment and stepped out of the shower, reaching for a towel. We dried off as we headed back to our respective rooms to dress. I wondered what it was Jae had in mind for today. Most of my friends had already had sex and I, of course, read Cosmo, so I could imagine, without the benefit of practical experience, the kind of things we were to do.
When I arrived in the kitchen, Jae was already there. Eggs, milk, and a package of bacon sat on the counter, and Jae was yanking a skillet off one of the hooks above the kitchen island.
When he saw me, he grinned his devastating grin. "Since you were such a good lay, I decided to make you breakfast."
I shook my head and rolled my eyes. "Well, get to work then, woman."
As Jae began bustling around, making breakfast, I went over the events of the previous night and that morning in my head, and a thought occurred to me. I nibbled on my lower lip, pondering whether I should talk to Jae about it. I decided to bite the bullet and speak.
"I'm not on the pill."
Jae stilled for an instant, but quickly returned to bustling.
"Yeah, I figured that."
My brows drew together. "You figured that, but you came inside me twice?"
"We'll go down to the clinic and get you the morning-after pill."
"Oh." I hadn't thought of that. "Okay."
He glanced over his shoulder at me and smiled. "You don't sound all that relieved… You wanna have my babies, Winter?"
"Don't be an ass," I snapped, but I'd felt something inside me jump at his words. Did I want to have my brother's babies?
He just grinned knowingly and returned to tending the sizzling bacon. He quickly made a mix for scrambled eggs and moved the bacon over to allow room. The smells of our breakfast permeated the air and my stomach rumbled in anticipation.
I don't know if I'd really been expecting it to be awkward, being together outside of a sexual context for the first time since I'd lost my virginity to him the night before, but Jae was so casual and jocular that any worries were quickly put out of my mind. As we ate, we enjoyed the comfort we'd always had as brother and sister, minus the tension of our disagreement on that one volatile subject that had ruined so many meals.
After we finished eating, I began gathering up the dishes and running hot water into the sink. Jae disappeared upstairs for a minute, then reappeared in the doorway of the kitchen, holding a CD-ROM on one finger.
I shut off the water and put the dishes in to soak. "What's that?" I asked, nodding to the disc.
"Come to the living room, and I'll show you," he said, walking to the living room and starting up the DVD player, me trailing after him. "I got this off the internet a couple of days after you got into bed with me that one time." Again, no need to distinguish which time was meant.
He grabbed the remote and pulled me over to the couch to sit with him. I made myself comfortable in the corner of our sofa, propping my back against a cushion. Jae grabbed my leg and pulled it up and over, settling himself between my legs, resting his back against me to watch his movie.
He pressed play and the screen turned black, then a pixilated image of a girl sitting on a bed in an overly flowery room came on screen. Her face was cherubic and framed by black curls, she wore a gauzy floral print dress and she smiled at someone behind the camera. She looked to be eighteen or nineteen, but her young face could have belonged to someone younger than that or belied someone a few years older.
A guy, looking older than the girl by a few years, stepped out from behind the camera and plopped down on the bed beside the girl. He was wearing a T-shirt and jeans, showcasing his muscular body. Where she was all softness, he was all hardness with dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. He had the look of someone who worked hard with his back for a living. Even his face was all solid, sculpted planes, contrasting sharply with the baby-faced girl he had his arm around.
The girl turned her smile on the camera as she began to speak, her voice a smooth-as-honey Texan drawl, "Hi, there. My name's Ningning, and this is my brother, Cho." I glanced at Jae questioningly, but his back was to me, and his head tilted toward the TV, attention focused. "We figure if y'all have come to this site, you're into what we're into, so we're not in any danger of you runnin' and callin' the authorities on us."
Cho's fingers were stroking up and down Ningning's side lightly, and her eyes twinkled mischievously. Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "See, me and my brother here, we like to fuck. I lost my virginity to him and I've never wanted any other man. I let him fuck me any way he likes, and he likes a lot of different ways."
Cho's hand now kneaded his sister's side, evidence of the effect of her words, not just on their audience, but on him, as well.
"We fuck when our parents are downstairs," she continued, "and we've fucked in public. Nearly got caught a couple of times, too." She grinned, and even her stern-faced brother seemed on the verge of smiling at her playful commentary. "But what we really wanted to do now was put somethin' out there for the people who want to see it. 'Cause it turns my brother on to know that there's people out there payin' to see us and knowin' that he's ownin' his baby sister, and it turns me on to know that I'm makin' my big brother happy. So, enjoy the show." With that, Ningning winked, and moved to sit in the space between her brother's widespread legs, still facing the camera, and allowing him to divest her of her dress.
I couldn't believe what was happening on screen. I had seen porn before, but never porn like this. A brother and sister… I was incredulous. Could they really be siblings? Surely it was just a script. But Ningning hadn't seemed the typical porn-star, woodenly reciting asinine dialogue. Her eyes had sparkled with real mischief. Not to mention her B-cup breasts were actually real.
I was riveted to the screen as Cho began kissing his sister's neck, pulling her curls to the side to grant himself access. I remember thinking that I'd bet her skin would taste kind of sweet, just to go with her sweet face and voice.
His hands cupped her breasts, and I imagined that he was a construction worker or something, and his fingers would be very rough on her soft skin. Ningning's nipples tightened into erect little peaks, and her head lolled back against her brother's shoulder.
One of his hands slipped between her legs, and I stirred restlessly against my own brother. I felt heat pooling between my legs as I watched Cho slide his knees under his sister's legs and spread them apart. His fingers spread her open to the camera's view, then two plunged inside her.
"Getting horny, baby?" Jae asked, amusement and arousal mixed in his voice.
I hadn't noticed I was subconsciously rubbing my crotch against Jae's back. I stilled instantly, but felt my clit ache in protest.
On the TV screen, Ningning grasped her brother's hands and pulled them away from her body. She slid down to the floor and knelt between his legs, unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out. I knew what she was going to do before she did it, but I still felt my pussy spasm as I watched this beautiful, angelic-looking girl engulf her brother's cock in her mouth. He leaned back, weight resting on his hands, and watched his sister with a look on his face that could indicate either barely controlled fury or barely controlled passion. This Cho was a very intense guy…
As Ningning's curly brunette head bobbed up and down and the sounds of cock sucking filled the room thanks to our surround sound system, I felt Jae stir in front of me. He began rubbing his hands along the sides of my legs, and I knew he enjoyed the display, even after viewing it before, as much as I was enjoying it for the first time.
Suddenly, a gravelly voice spoke. "Stop. I don't want to come yet." Cho was pulling Ningning's head away and hauling her up by her curls to stand in front of him. Our view of Cho was blocked momentarily by a full backside shot of his gorgeous sister.
Cho had apparently stood up, too, and he flung his sister on the bed, face first.
"Get on your knees," he ordered her, no love evident in his harsh voice. However, his sister did as she was told, presenting her ass to him in a way that had me both embarrassed for her and extremely excited at her subjugation by her own brother.
Cho moved right behind her, giving the camera a sidelong view of the both of them. Cho was rubbing the tip of his cock along Ningning's slit, allowing for the first unobstructed view of his cock. My brother was big. Ningning's brother was enormous. And, apparently, much less concerned with whether or not he hurt his sister than my brother was, as he grabbed a fistful of Ningning's hair and slammed inside her in one swift motion.
Ningning's raspy cry pierced the air, and Jae spun around so he was facing me, hard-as-steel cock pressed up into the valley between my legs. His glazed eyes bore into mine as he swooped in and began kissing me roughly.
The sounds of Ningning's and Cho's fucking increased our frenzy as we tore off each other's clothes. Jae grabbed a handful of my hair and bit my neck as he shoved himself inside me, fucking me like a madman. I tried to spread my legs further, but there was only so much room on the couch. Jae took matters into his own hands, releasing my hair, grabbing my ankles, and hauling my legs up over his shoulders.
I moaned and thrashed, and my own sounds of yielding blended with those of the sweet-looking girl on the TV screen whose brother was pounding the shit out of her.
Jae was in almost as deep as he had been in the morning, but from a different angle. Our arousal had climbed to epic proportions from watching the brother and sister play on screen, and I could feel both of us reaching our orgasm. I was so close, pussy clasping on my brother's plunging cock, when he suddenly drove inside to the tip of my womb and erupted hot cum. I tried, but couldn't follow fast enough, and was left there teetering on the brink as he collapsed on me.
After only a moment, he raised his head and looked down at me in question. "You didn't come yet, did you?"
I shook my head.
"Let me help," he said, slightly lifting off me. I felt the mixture of our cum seeping out of me, but Jae caught it before a drop could hit the couch.
"Open your mouth," he said, not in the despotic tone Cho had used on his sister, but not in a tone that brooked any argument, either. I opened my mouth.
As I received the mixture into my mouth, I couldn't look away from Jae. His eyes still had a slightly crazed gleam in them, so intense I looked away. The TV screen caught my eye and I suddenly understood that since he'd found this video of Ningning and Cho on the internet, he'd dreamt of dominating me. Of telling me to get on my knees and having me obey without question. Of feeding me the cum that had pooled out of me after he fucked me and came inside me, just as I could now see Cho doing to Ningning on screen.
It tasted good. Salty, sweet, and sinful all at once. I swallowed it down.
"Good girl," he said, then slid down between my legs. His mouth latched onto my clit and began suckling like a starving infant at the nipple. I was still teetering on the edge, then he violently slammed two fingers inside of me and I came with the force of a rocket, nearly ripping out hair as I clutched his head to me.
He looked up as I released his hair, and grinned at me. "Better?"
"Yes…" I said, my normal confidence deserting me in the face of his total control over me. What did one say in a situation like this? "Thank you," I said, flustered and amazed at my newfound shyness.
He burst out laughing and laid his head on my tummy. "No problem, baby girl. It was my pleasure."
Just as we were getting dressed, we heard a car pulling up in the driveway, and we frantically dressed. Jae yanked the disc out of the DVD player and ran upstairs to return it to his room, while I flopped back down on the couch, pretending to be engrossed in TV as my parents came in to greet me.
While I exchanged pleasantries with them, I wondered if they could smell my brother's scent on me. If he had, perhaps, marked me as his like an animal might. Pondering his sperm swimming around in my womb, I touched a hand to my belly.
If my parents knew, subconsciously or otherwise, that something was amiss with Jae and me, they gave no indication of it and the house returned to being a normal abode of vanilla family activity, leaving no trace of the den of iniquity it had been earlier that day.
Jae and I managed to be together again that night after our parents went to bed, but we parted quickly to ensure that we didn't fall asleep sated and wake up busted.
Jinwoo returned the next day, and Jae and my opportunities to be together became even more limited. For the following week, we continued our clandestine interludes, only managing to pack in four by Friday. We tried a couple of new positions, and I tried giving Jae a blowjob once, but felt disheartened when I could barely fit him in my mouth and nicked him with my teeth. I resolved to do better next time.
I also watched Jinwoo with increased intensity that week, imagining being fucked by both of my brothers. I broached the topic with Jae in a very non-direct, virginal type of way, but although he was very reactive, I couldn't tell whether his reaction was positive or not. When I hinted that they'd fucked girls together before and I'd bet those girls had enjoyed it, he simply grunted and looked away, appearing deep in thought.
Finally, Saturday rolled around. We decided not to chance another sleepover on Friday, even though Jinwoo had gone to Ashley's for the weekend again and our parents hadn't opened either of our doors without asking since we'd hit puberty. It just seemed that we should practice caution if we planned to continue our sexual relationship.
I woke up to find Jae's lips on mine, and a hand on my breast, massaging it.
"Morning, sleepyhead," he said, moving from my breast to my tummy, rubbing it in lazy circles.
I smiled and stretched languidly. "Morning. What time is it?"
"Ten-thirty. I've been up for two hours waiting to jump your bones."
I grinned, looking down at his naked body, erection sticking straight out. "Obviously. Well, you can jump away, right after I go to the bathroom." I shoved him off and ran to the bathroom, quickly shutting and locking the door.
I did my business quickly, tried to stop the running toilet to no avail (oh well, let Dad fix it), washed my hands and face, rinsed out my mouth quickly and headed out, only to walk right into Jae in the hallway. Now wearing a pair of Wiley Coyote boxers, he caught me by the arms and grinned.
"Where's the fire, Winter?"
Jae had been encouraging me to talk dirty to him all week, trying to coax out naughty words while we fucked; I had been working up the nerve to say something very daring, and here was my perfect opportunity. I leaned close and rose up on tiptoe to whisper in his ear, "How 'bout I let you try to find it, and if you do, you can put it out with your tongue…" I tried for seductive, but my voice came out a little breathy.
I leaned back to study his face, which was absolutely stunned. The only sound in the hallway was the running of the toilet behind the semi-closed bathroom door. I looked down at Jae's boxers, however, and saw something stirring, which gave me hope that I had some promise in the dirty talking department.
I grinned at the Wiley boxers, and hooked a finger in the waistband. "These are cute, by the way, but I like you better without them." He stood stock-still as I breathed into his ear, "Plus, I thought I could try giving you a blowjob again today. I bet you I could fit it in my mouth this time." I smiled sheepishly and ducked my head down. "I've been practicing with a cucumber since that last time."
He was still speechless, but he now had a raging hard on, which I chose to take as consent. I hooked my fingers in the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down, freeing his erection.
I dropped to my knees, holding him gently by the hips. Precum leaked from the tip of his cock, proof positive that he wanted my mouth on him, and I gave his tip an open mouthed kiss. It was hot and tangy, and I knew I would never be one of those girls who spits out her lover's semen. I wanted his cum in my mouth and sliding down my throat.
I opened my mouth wide and slid down to his base. I felt a thrill run through me; this time I had really done it. I gave an experimental suck before drawing back up to the tip and licking him. He closed his eyes and groaned, and I felt my power over him for the first time.
I devoured him. Bobbing my head, licking, sucking, and stuffing his cock into the back of my throat.
"I don't know if I should be pissed off or turned on."
I jerked my head back and released my brother's cock with a pop. Jinwoo's cock. I looked at a still-nude Jae first, his negligent pose against the doorway of my room belying the tension radiating from him. Then I looked up at Jinwoo, who was yanking up his boxers and jerking his head back and forth between us, with an incredulous look on his face.
"You guys are…" he started, words failing him.
"Yeah," Jae said simply. "Thought you were s'posed to be at Ashley's for the weekend?"
"We had a fight late last night and I came home and passed out. I was just getting up to go the bathroom…" Jinwoo now had trouble looking at me.
Silence ensued for a moment before Jae broke it again. "Get up, Winter."
I flushed, realizing I was still on my knees before my brother who I'd just inadvertently informed about my incestuous relationship with his twin by giving him a blowjob. I jumped up, completely mortified now, but still a little turned on.
Jinwoo lifted his eyes from the floor to stare at me. Finally, he spoke. "You know, I kind of expected this to happen since that time at Golden Gloves, and sometimes I even thought it had already happened, but there's a difference between knowing and really knowing, you know?"
I nodded nervously. "So now that you know, what are you going to do?"
Jinwoo didn't seem to know, but his eyes did a quick up-down of my body.
"He's gonna fuck you, aren't you, Jinwoo?" I looked over to see Jae smirking at Jinwoo. "Winter, take off your nightie."
"NO!" I cried, looking back at Jinwoo to see what he thought of this.
"What the fuck do you mean, 'No'? You're the one that wanted to fuck both of us at once," Jae said, a mixture of lust and jealousy evident in his voice.
Jinwoo was swallowing, looking from my nightshirt to my face and back again.
"She's tight, Jinwoo. And she loves to fuck. Can't get enough," Jae said in a low voice, moving forward to stand beside his twin.
"She's our sister…" Jinwoo said, still looking somewhat south of my throat.
"Who gives a shit? You know you want to, and I am already, so you may as well. How was that blowjob, Jinwoo?" Jae asked in an enticing tone, taking on the role of Devil's advocate. "Looked like it was good. Couple of days ago, she could barely fit my cock in her mouth."
"It was good," Jinwoo said absentmindedly, still infuriatingly indecisive.
"Take off your nightshirt, Winter," Jae repeated, looking at me. His eyes had a glint that was difficult to interpret.
My hands trembled as I pulled my nightshirt up and over my head.
Jinwoo reached out a hesitant hand to touch me, and I stepped into it, needing reassurance, if only physical. His hand cupped a breast, lifting and testing the weight, rolling the nipple between thumb and forefinger. I reached up and clasped my arms around his neck, standing on tiptoe to kiss him.
Jinwoo's hands found their way to my ass and he lifted me, seemingly without effort. I wrapped my legs around him and plunged my tongue into his mouth.
"Bring her in the bedroom," Jae ordered, heading toward our parents' room. Jinwoo followed, and I shivered in his arms.
I was so incredibly nervous about this whole thing now, but so incredibly turned on. I could feel my juice sinking into Jinwoo's boxers and his erection pressing into my notch. I shifted and rubbed myself on it, before being deposited on our parents' large bed.
I looked up at my brothers and shivered. I had heard of ways two guys could have sex with one girl at once, and I wondered how they would take me.
Jinwoo, no longer an idle party in this, shoved down his boxers and guided my lips back to his cock. As I slid my mouth down to the base of his twin's cock, Jae sat beside me and pulled my leg over his, spreading me open to his touch.
"Fuck, she's soaking wet, Jinwoo." Two fingers plunged inside me, followed by a third trying to wiggle in. I moaned my displeasure around Jinwoo's cock, but he kept me in place with a hand fisted in my hair, fucking my mouth while his brother tried to stretch me further than I could go.
"Get on your knees, Winter," Jae said. Jinwoo released my hair and gave my shoulders a gentle shove. I complied with the instructions, but glared mutinously at Jae for his imperious tone of voice, all the while growing wetter at his domination of me.
Jae grinned and took up position in front of me, feet planted on the floor, cock at mouth level. "Open up, baby girl." He grabbed my hair, and, as I opened my mouth to protest, shoved his cock in my mouth.
I tried to pull back, but felt his hands tighten in my hair. Then I felt fingers probing at the back of me. My nervousness battled with my arousal and I tried to yank my head up, but it was being held down by a guy who could literally bench-press me if he wanted to. I tried to put my ass down, feeling shy at the thought of being so open to Jinwoo's inspection, but a hard arm locked around my waist and hauled me back up.
Fingers played in and about my slit, spreading my wetness around, rubbing my clit. Then they were gone. As Jae fucked my mouth, Jinwoo pushed in from behind, and I soon had a brother at each end of me, stuffing me full of cock.
I heard a groan from behind me. "Man, she's so tight.."
His words excited me and I jerked my hips back against him.
Jae chuckled. "Liking it now, are we? Give it to her, Jinwoo."
With no warning other than that, Jinwoo gripped my hips and started hard, slamming strokes. My face was forced to the base of Jae's cock and I nearly choked before I remembered to breathe through my nose.
I felt so full. Skewered on cock. Conquered by their physical strength and sheer mastery of my body. And I loved it.
My pussy clamped and unclamped. I came once. The hard strokes continued. My g-spot felt almost raw from the friction. I came again, this time spraying the liquid first one brother, then the other, had made erupt.
I looked up at Jae, who was sawing in and out of my mouth with ferocity. I struggled to suck and lick while he set the pace. Then I saw him glance at Jinwoo and grin. He pulled out of my mouth, and Jinwoo pulled out of my pussy, which was clasped in the air in desperation upon suddenly being empty.
Suddenly, I was being pulled astride Jinwoo and lowered onto his cock. He pulled me down for a kiss, but when I tried to lean back up, he didn't release me. I laid there, draped over him, and then I felt Jae's fingers. He was taking my wetness and spreading it around my anus.
I squirmed under his ministrations, but he just smacked my ass and told me to be a good girl. Then, a finger pushed against my tight hole.
"Relax, baby. Just let it go in," Jae crooned. Jinwoo kissed me and stroked my hair. I felt the tension leave my body and then a finger worked its way into my ass.
I moaned and stirred on Jinwoo's dick, enjoying the feeling of the double penetration. Or, at least, I did enjoy it until Jae started working a second finger in.
I tore my mouth away from Jinwoo's, but couldn't get up for the arm like an iron band over my back. "It hurts!"
"So relax, Winter. Move around on Jinwoo's cock a bit. That'll make you forget about it. Then it'll feel good. Scout's honor," Jae said, continuing to press the second finger in.
Tears welled in my eyes, but I made slight up and down movements on Jinwoo nonetheless. I had fantasized about this, but in my fantasies, my ass welcomed the penetration, not felt like it was going to rip open.
I tilted my pelvis and rubbed my clit on Jinwoo's pubic bone, and, like magic, the pain began to fade. I relaxed, my ass opened, and my brother had two fingers in me. He withdrew them slowly, then scooped up more of my natural lubricant.
I felt the wet head of Jae's cock pressing against me. I continued rubbing my clit against Jinwoo, but it couldn't eliminate all the pain of being stretched in such a way. It seemed like an eternity before I felt the head slip in, the shaft slowly working its way inside me; it was even longer before he bottomed out.
I was shaking like a leaf and pouring wetness like a river around Jinwoo's cock. Then they started moving. Like synchronized swimmers, it was clear they'd had much practice together. Jinwoo spread my legs wide and surged up into me, while Jae stroked long and deep into my ass.
It felt almost like there was no barrier between their cocks. Like they were right there, simultaneously sliding into me, rubbing right against each other. I'd thought I felt full with one at each end, but this invasion went worlds beyond that.
I felt a frenzy stir up inside me, and I began my own movements to try and rock back on their cocks. They were no longer calm and collected, and my movements and clasping channels drove them as out of control as they had driven me.
One brother pounding into each hole, I cried out and came, my orgasm running through my body completely, taking me over. It seemed to go on forever and tears filled my eyes, then I felt them both begin to blast semen inside me, and, with one last spasm, I collapsed on top of Jinwoo. Jinwoo's arms encircled me as he drove up into me as his twin bore down, each squeezing out their last drops of fluid into their baby sister.
Jae rested half his weight on me before pulling out and collapsing beside us, flinging one arm up over his sweat-soaked forehead. "Holy shit!" he exclaimed.
"No kidding," Jinwoo groaned.
I concurred.
Jinwoo turned his head and kissed me softly on the lips. "How'd you like it, baby?"
"It was amazing. I'm guessing you guys have done that lots.."
They both chuckled.
"Yeah," Jinwoo said.
Jae turned on his side and faced me, concern lighting his eyes. "We weren't too rough with you, were we? I mean, I thought that's what you wanted, but I didn't want to hurt you…"
I grinned. "No, it was amazing. The pain kinda contrasted with the pleasure," I told him, marveling at how someone who could subjugate me so totally could also care so deeply for me and my welfare and my enjoyment of our activities. Jinwoo hugged me tight with one arm and began stroking my hair with his other hand.
I still thought their double-standards were archaic, but I had to admit I didn't know any girl who'd had an introduction to sex as good as mine.
I knew girls who'd lost their virginity to guys who invested time and empty flattery, then took what they wanted and dumped the girl. I also knew girls whose first times had been so awkward and unsatisfying that they had lost all interest in sex. I even knew one girl who'd found out the day after that the guy had bet his friends money that he'd get her to put out. Those cases were more extreme examples of what could happen; most girls I knew simply had mediocre first times with their mediocre boyfriends and went on to have more mediocre sex with them until they eventually broke up.
None of those things happened to me. My first lovers were almost ridiculously competent, and considerate, if a little rough, and loving. I wondered how many women could claim that.
I had thought before that there was no escaping a mediocre, at best, first time and that I'd be better off getting started and trying on men like shoes: I was wrong.
My first time and my subsequent relationship with my brothers had definitely been worth waiting for.
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"Mom, seriously, I can handle it!" Jung-Ho protested, his voice echoing through the quiet hallway of their apartment.
"Your father and I just want the best for you, Jung-Ho," she replied with a sigh, placing her hand on his shoulder. "We've noticed how hard it's been for you to focus lately. With university just around the corner..."
Jung-Ho rolled his eyes but knew his mother's words were true. His grades had been slipping, and the pressure of the upcoming college entrance exams was mounting. Reluctantly, he agreed to meet with the tutor they had found.
The doorbell rang, and Jung-Ho's mother called out, "Karina is here!" He shuffled to the door and opened it to reveal a woman in her late twenties with long black hair pulled back into a tight ponytail. She wore a form-fitting black dress with glasses perched on the tip of her nose. Karina greeted him with a professional smile, extending a hand.
"Hi, Jung-Ho. I'm your new tutor, Karina."
Jung-Ho's eyes widened as he took in her attire. Her dress was indeed molded to her body like a second skin, the fabric hugging her curves in a way that was both professional and distractingly seductive. The neckline plunged dramatically, offering a generous view of her ample cleavage. He felt a stirring in his stomach, his heart racing as he tried to shake off the sudden jolt of attraction. He swallowed hard and took her hand in a firm grip, hoping she wouldn't notice his trembling. "Nice to meet you," he mumbled, averting his gaze.
He led her to the study, his mind racing with thoughts of how he would manage to concentrate with her so... present. Karina's hips swayed with each step she took, and Jung-Ho found himself staring at the way the dress clung to her shapely legs. The heels of her shoes clicked rhythmically against the floor, a sound that seemed to resonate through his entire being. She was beautiful, no doubt about it, but the way she was dressed was utterly inappropriate for a tutor-student relationship.
Once in the study, Karina set her bag down and surveyed the room with a critical eye. "Let's get to work," she said, her voice firm and commanding. Jung-Ho nodded, trying to focus on the textbook in front of him. But every time he glanced up, he was drawn to her chest, the way it rose and fell with each breath she took. He felt his cheeks redden and tried to avert his gaze, but it was as if there was a magnetic pull that he couldn't resist.
"You seem distracted, Jung-Ho," Karina noted, a knowing smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Is there something you'd like to discuss?" Jung-Ho felt his face flush even more, his palms growing sweaty. He stuttered out a denial, but she wasn't fooled. She stepped closer to him, her breasts pressing against the fabric of her dress, and leaned over the desk to peer at his work. He could smell her perfume, a faint scent of jasmine that filled the room and only served to make him more aware of her proximity.
With a sigh, Karina pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose. "Look, I understand that my appearance might be...distracting. But we're here to get you into university, not to flirt." Jung-Ho's heart skipped a beat. He hadn't realized she was aware of the effect she had on him. "However," she continued, her voice dropping to a whisper, "I can offer you a deal."
Her eyes locked with his, and she leaned even closer. Jung-Ho could feel the warmth of her breath on his cheek. "If you promise to focus and work hard, I'll give you a little something to look forward to." She winked, and the room seemed to spin around him. His mouth went dry as he nodded, unable to form coherent words.
The first hour of tutoring was the most intense study session Jung-Ho had ever experienced. He forced his eyes to stay glued to the textbook, his mind racing with what Karina's 'little something' could mean. Each time she leaned over to correct a mistake or explain a concept, her breasts brushed against his arm, sending shivers down his spine. He felt his concentration wavering, his thoughts drifting to the softness of her skin, the gentle curve of her neck.
As the clock ticked away, Karina noticed Jung-Ho's efforts to maintain his focus and offered a rare smile of approval. "Good job," she murmured, her voice like a caress. "Let's take a short break." She stood up, her dress shifting to reveal the slightest hint of her black lacy lingerie. Jung-Ho's eyes widened before he snapped them back to the book.
In the kitchen, Karina poured two glasses of cold water, her hips swaying as she moved with a grace that seemed almost deliberate. She handed one to Jung-Ho, her fingers brushing against his in a way that sent a jolt of electricity through him. He took a long drink, hoping the cold liquid would calm his racing thoughts.
"You're doing well," she said as she leaned against the counter, crossing her arms under her chest. Jung-Ho's gaze flickered to the way the fabric of her dress stretched over her breasts before snapping back up to her face. "But I can tell you're still struggling."
"I'm trying," he replied, his voice strained. "It's just..."
"I know," Karina interrupted gently. "It's hard to concentrate with me dressed like this, isn't it?" She stepped closer, her eyes never leaving his. Jung-Ho's breath hitched in his throat as she reached up to adjust her ponytail, the movement causing her chest to rise slightly. "Well, here's the deal," she whispered, her hand lingering at the base of her neck, "If you can answer these next set of questions correctly, I'll... make an adjustment."
Her proposal hung in the air, a challenge that sent Jung-Ho's mind reeling. He nodded eagerly, his eyes darting to the textbook and back to her. Karina's smile grew knowing, and she returned to the study, her hips swaying with an exaggerated grace. Jung-Ho took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. He had to focus, for his future and for the tantalizing reward that awaited him.
They settled back into their positions, the tension in the room palpable. Jung-Ho felt his heart hammering in his chest as Karina began asking questions, her voice steady and measured. He forced his eyes to the book, his brain working overtime to absorb the information. The room was silent except for the rustle of pages and the occasional sip of water, their eyes meeting only briefly before Jung-Ho would dart them back down to the text.
With each correct answer, Karina's smile grew, her eyes sparkling with something that was no longer entirely professional. Jung-Ho felt a thrill run through him with every question he answered correctly. It was as if he was playing a game, and the prize was getting closer with each victory. He could feel his concentration improving, fueled by the anticipation of what was to come.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Karina closed the book with a satisfied thud. "Alright, Jung-Ho, I think you've earned it." She stood up and turned to face him, her back to the desk. "I'll give you a hint for the next question. If you get it right, I'll... let you see more of me."
Jung-Ho's breath caught in his throat. He stared at her, his eyes wide with excitement and a touch of fear. He had never been in such a situation before, and the thrill was intoxicating. Karina's smile was playful as she leaned against the desk, her body language inviting him to try. He took a deep breath and focused on the question she posed, his mind racing with the implications of what could happen next.
The question was difficult, but he managed to recall the answer from one of his recent classes. He blurted it out, his voice a mix of hope and trepidation. Karina nodded, her smile turning into a smirk. "Very good," she said, her hands moving to the zipper at the back of her dress.
With agonizing slowness, she began to lower it, the sound echoing in the tense silence. Jung-Ho held his breath as the fabric parted, revealing the smooth skin of her back. His eyes followed the zipper's descent, his heart pounding so loudly he was sure she could hear it. Finally, she reached the bottom and let the dress fall to her waist, exposing her black, lacy bra and the upper swell of her breasts.
Karina stepped closer, the dress pooling around her waist. Jung-Ho felt his pulse quicken as she leaned in, her breath hot on his ear. "Keep up the good work, and you'll get to see even more," she whispered, her voice a seductive purr. She turned back to the desk, her back still bare, and continued the lesson.
Jung-Ho's mind was a whirlwind of emotions and thoughts. He had never felt such a potent mix of desire and fear. He knew this wasn't how a typical tutoring session was supposed to go, but the thrill of the forbidden was too much to resist. He forced himself to focus on the material, his eyes straying to the expanse of her back every chance they got. Her skin was flawless, a canvas of porcelain that begged for his touch.
The next round of questions was even more intense, with Jung-Ho's heart racing as he tried to balance his studies with the promise of what was to come. He felt his palms slick with sweat as he turned pages, his eyes darting back and forth between the book and Karina's body. Each correct answer brought him closer to the prize, and with it, a growing sense of excitement and anxiety.
Karina's voice remained calm, but Jung-Ho could hear the amusement in her tone as she quizzed him. Her movements were deliberate, her back arching slightly each time she leaned over to check his work, offering him a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage. He felt like he was walking a tightrope, trying not to fall into the abyss of distraction that she had created.
The final question came, and Jung-Ho's mind raced. He knew it was a tough one, but he also knew that the reward was just within reach. He took a deep breath and recited the answer from memory, his eyes fixed on the floor so as not to betray his excitement.
"Correct," Karina said, her voice a low, sultry purr. "Now, as promised."
Jung-Ho's eyes snapped up to meet hers, and he watched, mesmerized, as she reached behind her to unclasp her bra. The garment fell away, revealing her full, round breasts, the dark areolae contrasting sharply with her pale skin. He couldn't believe this was happening. He had never seen a woman so... openly sexual. His throat went dry as she took a step closer, the dress now hanging loosely around her waist.
"Remember our deal, Jung-Ho," she said, her voice a whisper that seemed to wrap around him like a velvet embrace. "You keep focusing, and I'll keep... distracting you."
With trembling hands, Jung-Ho nodded, unable to tear his gaze away from her breasts. They were perfect, the kind of thing he had only seen in magazines or his secret internet searches. He felt a sudden urge to reach out and touch them, but he knew he had to stay the course. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing thoughts.
"Good boy," Karina said, her voice thick with desire. "Now, let's get back to work."
Jung-Ho nodded, his eyes reluctantly leaving her breasts to refocus on the textbook. The next few questions were a blur as he tried to keep his thoughts on track, but every time he heard the rustle of fabric or the faint sound of her breath, his concentration slipped. Karina noticed his struggle and took mercy, allowing him to stumble through the lesson with only a few minor adjustments to her dress.
As the session drew to a close, Jung-Ho felt a mix of relief and disappointment. He had learned more in these few hours than he had in weeks of self-study, but the allure of Karina's unspoken promise lingered in the air. She gathered her things, her bare back a constant reminder of the temptation she had offered. "Your focus has improved," she said as she turned to face him, her dress once again in place. "But we still have a long way to go."
Jung-Ho nodded, his eyes lingering on the zipper of her dress. "I understand," he managed, his voice thick with unspoken desire.
"Good," she said, her smile widening. "Now, let's make this a regular thing." She bent down to collect her bag, giving him a clear view of her cleavage as she did so. Jung-Ho felt his resolve weaken, his eyes dropping to the enticing sight.
The days turned into weeks, and Jung-Ho found himself looking forward to each tutoring session with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Karina had become a master at keeping him on edge, always pushing the boundaries of their 'deal' just enough to keep him motivated. He had never studied so hard in his life, driven by the tantalizing rewards she offered with each victory.
One evening, as they were wrapping up a particularly challenging session, Karina leaned in closer than usual, her breasts pressing against the desk. "You know, Jung-Ho, I think you're ready for a bigger challenge." Her voice was a silky whisper that sent shivers down his spine.
Jung-Ho nodded, his eyes flicking up to meet hers, unable to resist the allure of the woman before him. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice barely above a murmur.
"Well," Karina began, her hands sliding down to her hips, "you've been doing so well with the material, and I think it's time we up the stakes." Her fingers played with the hem of her dress, inching it up slightly to reveal more of her long, smooth legs. Jung-Ho's eyes followed the movement, his breath hitching in his throat.
"What kind of challenge?" he managed to ask, his voice cracking slightly.
Karina leaned back, a smug smile playing on her lips. "If you can pass the upcoming midterm with a score in the top 10%, I'll let you touch me... anywhere you want." Jung-Ho's eyes widened, his heart racing at the thought. He had never been so motivated to study in his life.
The next few weeks were a blur of late-night cram sessions and escalating tension. Karina's 'adjustments' grew more daring with each passing day, her dresses becoming tighter, her necklines lower, her movements more deliberate. Jung-Ho found himself torn between the urge to stare and the fear of losing his scholarly focus. Yet somehow, it worked. His grades began to climb, his understanding of the material deepening.
The night before the midterm, Karina arrived looking more stunning than ever. Her dress was a crimson masterpiece that clung to her curves like a second skin, leaving little to the imagination. Jung-Ho's palms grew sweaty just looking at her, but he knew he had to keep his eyes on the prize.
They dove into the study session with renewed fervor, the air thick with anticipation. Every time Jung-Ho's gaze wandered, Karina would lean over the desk, her breasts threatening to spill out of her dress, and whisper a reminder of the stakes. His mind raced as he tried to process the information, his thoughts forever straying to the promise of her touch.
The midterm came, and Jung-Ho approached it with a confidence he hadn't felt in months. He filled out the answers, his hand steady and sure. When he handed in his paper, he knew he had given it his all, fueled by the fire of desire that Karina had so expertly stoked.
The following tutoring session was tense with anticipation. Karina walked in, her usual professional attire replaced with a figure-hugging red dress that screamed seduction. Jung-Ho felt his heart race as she closed the door behind her, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. She sauntered over to the desk, her hips moving with a purposeful sway that made his mouth go dry.
"Well?" she asked, her voice low and husky. "How did you do?"
Jung-Ho swallowed hard, his palms damp with sweat. "I think I did pretty well," he replied, trying to sound nonchalant.
Karina's smile grew, and she leaned over the desk, giving him a generous view of her ample cleavage. "You think?" she challenged, her voice teasing.
Jung-Ho's throat tightened, but he managed to croak out the words, "I'm in the top 10%."
Karina's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Congratulations, Jung-Ho," she purred, her hand tracing the curve of her hip. "You've earned your reward."
Jung-Ho felt his heart thunder in his chest as she slowly made her way around the desk. His eyes followed her every move, his body tense with anticipation. He had never been so close to a woman, especially one as beautiful and alluring as Karina. She stopped in front of him, her breasts mere inches from his face.
"You've worked hard for this," she murmured, her voice a seductive whisper. "But remember, this is only for motivation. We still have a lot of studying to do." Jung-Ho nodded, his eyes flickering to the zipper of her dress. She noticed and reached behind her back, the fabric parting to reveal her bare skin.
The moment the zipper reached the small of her back, she turned to face him, her breasts bouncing slightly with the movement. Jung-Ho's breath hitched, and he couldn't help but stare. Karina's eyes searched his, a silent question lingering in her gaze. He nodded, his heart racing.
With a knowing smile, she stepped closer, closing the gap between them. Jung-Ho's eyes remained fixed on hers, trying to ignore the scent of jasmine that filled his nose. He felt her hand on his chest, gently pushing him back until he was seated in the chair. She leaned down, her breasts brushing against his chest, and whispered, "Where do you want to touch me?"
He swallowed hard, his voice barely a whisper. "I... I don't know." The admission was a mix of fear and excitement.
Karina chuckled, her breath warm against his ear. "Why don't you start here?" Her hand guided his to the small of her back, where the dress had parted. Jung-Ho felt the smoothness of her skin, and a jolt of electricity shot through his body. He could feel the warmth radiating from her, and it was all he could do to keep his hand still.
Her fingers slid down his chest, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. "You've earned this," she murmured, her own hands moving to untangle his tie. Jung-Ho's eyes fluttered closed as she worked at the knot, her breasts brushing against his face. The anticipation was unbearable, his entire body tingling with need.
Finally, the tie fell away, and Karina's hands moved to the top button of his shirt. She undid it with a slow, deliberate motion, her eyes never leaving his. Jung-Ho felt his chest tighten as she continued, one button at a time, until the fabric parted to reveal his bare skin. Her touch was light, almost feathery, sending waves of pleasure through him.
Her hand slid inside his shirt, her fingertips tracing the line of his collarbone before moving lower. Jung-Ho's breathing grew ragged, his eyes still closed, as he allowed himself to be lost in the sensation. He felt the heat of her body against his, her breasts pressing into his chest as she leaned in closer.
Finally, unable to resist the temptation any longer, he made his decision. His hand moved up, shaking slightly, until it reached her breasts. He paused for a moment, feeling their soft weight beneath his palm, and then he took a deep breath and squeezed gently. Karina gasped, her eyes snapping to his, and he could see the hunger in them, the same hunger that was consuming him.
Her skin was warm and smooth, and her nipples hardened under his touch. He felt a thrill run through him, a mix of excitement and fear. This wasn't just about studying anymore; it was about crossing a line, about giving in to the desires that had been simmering beneath the surface of their interactions for weeks.
Karina's eyes searched his, looking for any sign of doubt or hesitation. Finding none, she leaned in, her lips brushing against his in a soft, lingering kiss that seemed to set his entire body on fire. Jung-Ho's hands moved of their own accord, cupping her breasts fully, feeling their softness and weight. He groaned into her mouth, the sound muffled by their kiss.
With a sudden sureness, Jung-Ho stood, his hands moving to unbuckle his belt. Karina stepped back, her eyes never leaving his as he slowly lowered his zipper and pushed his pants to the floor. His arousal was evident, and she licked her lips, her gaze lingering on the bulge in his boxers. He stepped closer, his hand reaching up to cup her chin and tilt her head back.
"Now, it's your turn to concentrate," he murmured, the power dynamic shifting palpably between them. Jung-Ho's hand slid into her hair, gripping gently as he guided her face down towards his erection. Karina's eyes widened, a mix of surprise and desire in her gaze. He could see the question in her eyes, but there was no going back now.
With a firm tug, he brought her face closer, his cock brushing against her soft lips. He felt her breath against the sensitive tip, and the anticipation was almost too much to handle. "Open up," he instructed, his voice thick with need. Karina hesitated for a moment, and then, with a nod, she parted her lips.
Jung-Ho groaned as he pushed into her mouth, feeling the warm wetness envelop him. He had never experienced anything so intense, so erotic. His hand remained in her hair, guiding her movements as she began to suck him tentatively. He watched, his eyes never leaving hers, as she grew more confident, her cheeks hollowing out with each bob of her head. The sight was almost too much to bear, and he felt his knees tremble with the effort of not taking over completely.
"That's it," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "Take it all." He began to move his hips, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth with increasing speed. Karina's eyes watered, but she never broke their gaze, her determination to please him clear. Jung-Ho took hold of her ponytail, using it to control her movements, his other hand resting on the desk for support. "You like that, don't you?" he said, his voice harsh with desire. "You like being my little slut, don't you?"
Karina nodded, her cheeks hollowing as she took him deeper, her eyes never leaving his. Jung-Ho's grip tightened on her hair, his hips moving faster. He felt his climax approaching, the tension building in his balls. "You're going to make me cum," he growled, his words a mix of praise and degradation. "You're going to swallow every drop like the good little whore you are."
Her eyes widened slightly, but she didn't protest, her mouth working him with renewed enthusiasm. Jung-Ho watched in fascination as his cock slid in and out of her lips, the sight of her submission pushing him closer to the edge. "That's it," he said, his voice harsh. "Take it all."
With a final thrust, he felt the hot rush of his release, his cum filling her mouth. Karina's eyes remained locked on his, a look of determination and lust that sent him over the edge. He watched as she swallowed, her throat working convulsively. Jung-Ho couldn't believe the power he held in that moment, the way she had given herself to him so completely.
He stepped back, his cock still half-hard and glistening with her saliva. Karina straightened, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "Now, Jung-Ho," she said, her voice a little shaky, "I think it's time for you to return the favor."
Without waiting for his response, she turned and walked towards the bed, her hips swaying with an exaggerated confidence. Jung-Ho's eyes followed her, drinking in the sight of her naked body. She was more beautiful than he could have ever imagined. He felt a mix of excitement and fear, knowing that what came next was uncharted territory for both of them.
Karina lay on her stomach, her legs slightly apart, and Jung-Ho felt a surge of desire as he approached. He climbed onto the bed, his body trembling with anticipation. He placed his hands on her waist, feeling the softness of her skin, and gently pushed her onto her hands and knees. She looked back at him over her shoulder, a question in her eyes. He nodded, his face flushed with excitement, and she complied.
Jung-Ho positioned himself behind her, his cock standing tall and ready. He reached out and grabbed her ponytail, tugging it gently as he lined up with her wet pussy. With one swift motion, he thrust inside her, feeling her body clench around him. Karina moaned, her eyes closing in pleasure, and he began to pump his hips, the sound of their bodies slapping together filling the room.
Her skin was warm and slick with sweat, her ass moving in time with his thrusts. Jung-Ho couldn't believe this was happening, that he was finally claiming the woman who had tormented him for weeks. His grip on her hair tightened as he picked up the pace, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He could feel his climax building, his balls tightening with every thrust.
Karina's moans grew louder, her body shaking with every impact. Jung-Ho watched as she reached back to touch herself, her hand moving in circles around her clit. The sight was too much for him, and with a final grunt, he released his seed deep inside her. He collapsed on top of her, his chest heaving with exertion.
For a moment, they lay there, their bodies entwined, the only sound in the room their labored breathing. Then, Karina pushed herself up, her breasts bouncing enticingly. "Not bad for a student," she said, her voice still thick with arousal. Jung-Ho couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at her words.
He rolled over, his cock still half-hard, and propped himself up on his elbows, watching as she moved to straddle him. Her dress was a crumpled mess on the floor, and she was completely naked, her body a canvas of desire. Jung-Ho felt his cock twitch at the sight of her, his mind racing with thoughts of all the things he wanted to do to her.
Karina's eyes were dark with lust as she lowered herself onto him, her pussy taking him in with ease. Jung-Ho groaned, his hands moving to her hips, urging her to move faster. She complied, her movements becoming more frantic as she chased her own orgasm. Jung-Ho could feel her walls tightening around him, her breath coming in short gasps.
Her breasts bounced with every thrust, and Jung-Ho couldn't resist the temptation to lean forward and take one in his mouth, sucking and biting gently. Karina's moans grew louder, and Jung-Ho felt his own orgasm building again. He didn't know how much more he could take, but he was determined to make her cum first.
Her movements grew erratic, her breaths coming in short pants. Jung-Ho reached up, his hand finding her clit. He began to rub it in tight circles, feeling her body respond to his touch. She threw her head back. He could feel her getting closer, her pussy tightening around him, her muscles tensing.
"Yes," she moaned, her voice hoarse. "Harder, Jung-Ho. Make me cum." He obeyed, his thumb pressing harder, his hips moving faster. He watched as her face contorted in pleasure, her eyes screwed shut. And then, with a cry, she came, her body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. Jung-Ho followed her over the edge, his cock pulsing deep inside her.
They lay there, panting and spent, for a few moments, before Karina finally pulled away, rolling onto her back. Jung-Ho couldn't help but stare at her, her chest heaving, her body flushed with satisfaction. "You did well," she murmured, her eyes closed. "Very well."
Jung-Ho couldn't believe it was over. He had passed the test, claimed his prize, and now she was leaving. He felt a twinge of sadness, but also a strange sense of accomplishment. As she gathered her things, he realized that this was it. The tutoring sessions had served their purpose, and their arrangement was coming to an end.
winter is sad over her recent breakup, her best friend karina decides to offer her bf (reader) for breakup angry sex, winter completely doms and uses you in every possible way, while karina whispers sweet nothings to you, half apologizing and half cheering you on
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Winter x Male Reader feat. Karina
Winter’s apartment was dark except for the city lights bleeding through the blinds. She was curled up on the couch, eyes red and raw from crying, a half-empty glass of soju on the table. Karina sat beside her, rubbing slow circles into her back, murmuring soft reassurances.
You lingered near the kitchen, not wanting to intrude, but Karina’s eyes darted toward you like she was silently asking for help.
Winter sniffed, her voice breaking.
Winter: “He just—he just left me like I was nothing, Jimin. Two years. Gone.”
Karina pulled her closer, kissing her temple.
Karina: “He didn’t deserve you, Min. He never did.”
Winter gave a bitter laugh, wiping her eyes.
Winter: “Yeah? Then why does it feel like I can’t breathe? Why does it feel like I’m… useless?”
Karina glanced at you again—this time with intent. Her lips parted, like she’d just made a decision she couldn’t take back.
She leaned down to whisper in Winter’s ear.
Karina: “You’re not useless. You’re beautiful. Strong. You deserve better. You deserve… anything you want.”
Winter tilted her head, confused.
Winter: “Anything I want?”
That’s when Karina looked at you—pointedly.
Karina: “Even him.”
Your stomach dropped.
You: “Wait—Karina—”
But she shushed you, eyes soft but commanding.
Karina: “Baby… let her use you. Just this once. She needs it. Please.”
Winter blinked between the two of you, lips parted.
Winter: “You’re… you’re serious?”
Karina cupped her cheek, smiling gently.
Karina: “I’d give her the world if it meant she’d stop hurting. And if the world is my boyfriend… she can have him tonight.”
Your pulse thundered in your ears. Winter sat up straighter, her expression shifting from brokenhearted to something darker—hungrier.
She crawled toward you, slow, deliberate.
Winter: “You’d let me take him? However I want?”
Karina’s hand found yours, squeezing reassuringly.
Karina: “He’s yours. Be as rough as you need.” Then, leaning to your ear, she whispered, “I’m sorry, baby… but be good for her, okay? For me.”
Winter didn’t wait. She grabbed you by the collar, pulling you down onto the couch. Her lips crashed into yours, desperate, messy. She tasted of salt and soju, biting at your lower lip until you groaned.
You: “W-Winter—”
Winter: “Shut up. I’m not here to be gentle. You’re mine tonight.”
Karina knelt beside you, brushing your hair back, whispering in your ear even as Winter straddled your lap.
Karina: “It’s okay, baby. Let her. I’ve got you. I’ll be right here.”
Winter’s hands were already tugging at your shirt, nails dragging down your chest. She pushed you flat against the couch, grinding her hips down against the bulge in your pants.
Winter: (grinning wickedly) “Liar. Don’t worry. I’ll make it worth it.”
Karina kissed your temple, whispering.
Karina: “Don’t fight it, baby. Just let her take what she needs. You’re doing so well for me…”
Winter yanked your pants open, freeing your cock, and hissed when it slapped against her thigh, hot and heavy.
Winter: “Fuck… you’re bigger than him. Figures. I don’t care if it hurts—I need it now.”
She spat into her palm, smeared it over your shaft with a messy stroke, and without waiting, lined herself up. Her eyes locked on yours—angry, desperate, starving—before she dropped her hips and slammed down onto you in one brutal thrust.
You: “F-fuck!”
Winter: (hissing through her teeth) “Yes… fuck yes. Stretch me open. That’s it—ahh—fuck!”
The room filled instantly with the wet, obscene sounds of sex—slap, slap, slap—as she began bouncing on your cock, her ass smacking against your thighs.
You tried to grab her hips, desperate to steady her rhythm, but she slapped your hands away.
Winter: “Don’t you dare. I’m in control. I’m fucking you, not the other way around. Got it?”
You: (groaning) “Y-yeah—fuck—got it—”
Winter: (slamming down harder) “Say it. Say you’re just my cock tonight.”
Karina moaned softly from beside you, brushing her lips against your ear, her voice syrup-sweet in contrast.
Karina: “Mmm… she looks so good using you like this, baby. Just let her… be her toy for me, okay? My perfect boy.”
Winter’s nails raked down your chest, leaving red streaks as she rode you raw, every thrust deeper, wetter, louder.
Winter: “You like that? You like how wet I am on your cock? Listen—” (she slams down, a filthy squelch echoing through the room) “—that’s me dripping all over you. You belong to me tonight.”
Your cock twitched inside her, and she laughed, breathless but cruel.
Winter: “Ohhh, you’re twitching already? Gonna cum fast for me? Pathetic. Don’t you dare finish until I say so.”
Karina’s hand slipped lower, cupping and massaging your balls gently, coaxing the pressure to build.
Karina: “Shhh… don’t fight her, baby. Just hold it for her. For me. You’re being so good…”
The pace grew brutal. Winter slammed down again and again, her tits bouncing, sweat beading on her collarbone. The room was a chorus of skin-on-skin smacks and her breathless moans mixed with filthy curses.
Winter: “F-fuck, you’re splitting me open—ahh—yes! Deeper! Harder! I want to forget his name—make me forget him with your cock!”
You: (panting) “You’re so fucking tight—Winter—”
Winter: (snarling) “Louder! Moan for me like you’re mine. Let Karina hear how good I’m breaking you.”
Karina whimpered softly, pressing wet kisses along your neck.
Karina: “Mm, god… hearing you two is driving me crazy. You’re so deep inside her, baby… my best friend’s dripping all over my boyfriend… you’re perfect.”
Winter slammed down harder, grinding at the base, her voice breaking into ragged cries.
Winter: “Fuckfuckfuck—ride me ‘til I can’t walk tomorrow. I don’t want gentle—I want ruined. You hear me? Ruined!”
Your body jolted with every bounce, your cock swollen, veins throbbing. Karina’s whisper turned commanding now, her breath hot in your ear.
Karina: “Cum inside her, baby. Fill her. Give her what she needs. Don’t hold back.”
You: (choking out) “I—I’m close—fuck—”
Winter: (screaming) “Do it! Paint my insides—make me forget his face with your cum!”
Her walls clenched violently around you, squeezing every drop, and the wet squelch squelch as she fucked herself through your orgasm echoed in the room. You groaned, spilling inside her, while she ground down on you mercilessly, milking every spurt.
Karina kissed your temple, whispering almost reverently.
Karina: “That’s it… let it all go. Good boy. So, so good for us.”
Winter collapsed forward onto your chest, trembling, panting raggedly. For a long moment, the only sound was the three of you catching your breath.
Finally, Winter whispered, her voice small again.
Winter: “…Thank you.”
Karina stroked her hair, kissing the top of her head, then your cheek.
Karina: “See? You’re not useless, Win. You’re unstoppable. And you—” (she turned to you, smiling softly) “—you were perfect.”
Winter smirked weakly, still perched on your lap.
Winter: “Don’t think this is the last time I’m using him, Jimin.”
Karina chuckled, nuzzling into your neck.
Karina: “As long as it helps you heal… he’s all yours.”
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The flyer didn’t look like much when you first found it. A crumpled piece of paper, damp from last night’s rain, clinging to the sidewalk like the city itself was trying to bury it. You wouldn’t have noticed it if the wind hadn’t pushed it against your shoe, demanding your attention in the quiet way only fate knows how to whisper. The words scrawled across it weren’t neat, they weren’t even polite, but they hit something inside you like a spark striking gasoline: “Looking for a guitarist. Don’t suck. Don’t waste our time. Passion over skill.” A number scribbled at the bottom in messy ink, almost like a challenge.
You could have walked away. You could have told yourself you weren’t good enough, because deep down you knew the truth — you weren’t. You had only been messing with guitar for a little while, nothing serious, nothing that would qualify you for an actual band. But the city was loud, the nights were longer than you could bear, and something inside you kept gnawing at your ribs, telling you that if you didn’t try, you’d regret it forever. So you called.
And that’s why you’re standing here now, in front of a small, grimy building with a flickering neon sign that buzzes more than it glows. The hallway inside smells of stale beer and cigarette smoke, the walls plastered with fading posters of bands you grew up idolizing. Your palms are sweaty as you approach the door to the studio, hearing the faint thrum of an amp inside, like the sound of a restless heart beating against its cage.
You knock.
The door swings open, and your world shifts.
She stands there, framed in the dim yellow light, looking like sin dressed in velvet and smoke. Jet-black hair falls over her shoulders, her lips painted the color of blood. A black corset hugs her body, lacy red stockings climbing her legs before disappearing into heavy combat boots that look like they’ve kicked a thousand doors open. In her left hand, a cigarette burns low, smoke curling around her like a halo corrupted. Her eyes, sharp and merciless, drag over you, not with interest, but with the measured judgment of someone who has already decided you’re not worth her time.
“…You’re the new kid?” she says, her voice low, rough, edged with a kind of lazy contempt.
You swallow, suddenly aware of every flaw in yourself, every callus that isn’t hard enough, every note you’ve missed in every half-hearted practice. “Y-Yeah. I called about the flyer.”
She smirks, lips curling as she takes a drag, the ember glowing bright before she exhales a plume of smoke straight into the narrow space between you. It washes over your face, a deliberate act, a test. “Cute,” she says finally, turning her back without bothering to invite you in. “Hope you’ve got more guts than you look.”
Her name is Karina, though you don’t know that yet. All you know is that when you step inside, the room feels like it belongs to her. Instruments litter the floor like discarded weapons — guitars leaned against the wall, a bass half-toppled, drumsticks scattered on the couch. The air hums with leftover feedback from amps that never really rest. She slumps onto the leather couch, legs crossed, her cigarette dangling carelessly between her fingers, and you realize this is not a woman who tolerates weakness.
You barely get the guitar strap over your shoulder before she scoffs. “Show me what you’ve got, rookie. And don’t make me regret opening that door.”
Your hands shake as you press the strings. The first note buzzes wrong, the second comes out thin, the third—well, the third isn’t much better. You try to recover, push into a riff you’ve practiced a hundred times in your room, but under her eyes it feels like your fingers belong to someone else. Sweat gathers on your forehead. Your pick slips once. Twice. And when you finally stop, silence ringing louder than the music, she’s already smirking that cruel little smirk again.
“Pathetic,” Karina says simply, leaning forward to stub her cigarette in the ashtray. “That was… what? A warm-up? Please tell me you didn’t actually come here thinking that was good enough.”
You open your mouth, but no words come. She laughs — not cruel, not entirely, but sharp enough to sting. “You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that. Guts to walk in here and waste my time.”
The others — Winter, Giselle, Ningning — are in the room too, though they’re more background than threat right now. Winter leans against the amp, her blonde hair falling in her eyes as she sizes you up like a predator toying with prey. Giselle’s behind the drum kit, tapping the snare absentmindedly, her grin almost sympathetic. Ningning offers a smile that feels like sunlight in the middle of a storm, though you can’t bring yourself to hold her gaze for long. Because Karina is the only one who matters.
You want to walk out. You should. But something in you refuses. Maybe it’s her smirk, maybe it’s her challenge, maybe it’s the way she looked at you like you were nothing, and the deep, primal need inside you to prove her wrong. So you come back.
The first week is hell.
Karina doesn’t let up. Every missed note earns you a scoff, every stumble a sharp word, every hesitation a dismissive wave of her hand. She doesn’t bother to hide her annoyance, doesn’t soften the blow of her criticism. “You’re sloppy,” she says one night, smoke pouring from her lips as she watches you fumble through a chord. “You play like you’re scared of the strings. If you’re scared of an instrument, how the hell are you going to face a crowd?”
You grit your teeth. You practice until your fingers bleed. You play until the pads of your fingertips are raw, until the blisters harden into calluses, until the guitar feels less like an obstacle and more like an extension of your body. You stay long after the others leave, alone in the dim light of the studio, the amps buzzing like insects in the quiet. And every time you think about quitting, you remember her laugh, her smirk, the way she looked at you like you weren’t worth the air you were breathing.
By the second week, you’re better. Not great, not yet, but better. Winter raises an eyebrow one night when you finish a riff without faltering. Giselle claps her sticks together in approval. Ningning beams, proud of you like an older sister. But Karina? Karina just lights another cigarette, exhales, and says, “Still sounds like shit.”
And you can’t tell if that’s her way of pushing you harder… or if she truly believes it.
The third week changes everything.
You’ve been practicing a song on your own, something raw and messy, nothing like the polished tracks the others play. It’s imperfect, but it’s yours. One night, after the others leave, you stay behind as usual. You don’t realize Karina’s still there until you hear her voice from the couch.
“…You’re still here?”
You nearly drop your guitar. She’s leaning back, her boots kicked up on the table, cigarette glowing faintly in the shadows. You thought she’d gone home hours ago.
“Y-Yeah,” you mutter, adjusting the strap nervously. “Just… working on something.”
She doesn’t answer right away. Just watches you through the haze of smoke, her eyes unreadable. “Play it,” she finally says. Not a request. A command.
So you do.
Your fingers move, clumsy at first, then steadier as the melody takes over. The song spills out of you, raw and unpolished, a bleeding thing that doesn’t care about being perfect. It’s everything you’ve wanted to say but couldn’t. And when the last note fades, the silence that follows feels heavy, sacred.
Karina doesn’t speak for a long moment. Then, slowly, she leans forward, crushing her cigarette in the tray. “You’re still rough,” she says finally, her voice softer than you’ve ever heard it. “But… that wasn’t bad.”
It’s the closest thing to a compliment she’s ever given you, and it feels like lightning under your skin.
From then on, something shifts. She still mocks you, still pushes you, still smirks when you mess up — but there’s something else in her eyes now. Something quieter. She starts lingering after practice, giving you small bits of advice that don’t sound like insults. She starts watching you play, really watching, as if she’s trying to understand you. And once, just once, when you catch her looking at you, there’s no contempt in her gaze at all.
By the end of the month, you’re better. Not just technically, but in spirit. The guitar doesn’t feel like a burden anymore — it feels like your voice. And one night, when you finish playing, Karina lights a fresh cigarette, takes a drag, and then holds it out to you. Not mockingly. Not as a test. But as if she’s offering you something sacred.
“Not bad, rookie,” she says, her lips curling into the faintest of smiles. “Maybe you’ve got more fire in you than I thought.”
And for the first time since you met her, you see something real in her eyes. Something dangerous. Something beautiful.
The shift in Karina wasn’t sudden, not like lightning cracking the sky; it was slower, quieter, the way a cigarette burns down to its filter without you noticing until the heat touches your fingers. One day she was still the sharp-tongued leader who looked at you like you were wasting her oxygen, and the next she was asking if you wanted to grab a drink after practice. You almost thought she was joking, the smirk on her lips too familiar, but the way she didn’t blink told you she was serious.
So you said yes.
The bar wasn’t glamorous, wasn’t even clean, but it fit her. The floor was sticky with old beer, the lights dim enough to blur sharp edges, and the jukebox in the corner wheezed out a mix of classic rock and heavy riffs like it had been stuck on repeat since the nineties. Karina slid into a booth with the same careless grace she carried everywhere, tossing her leather jacket onto the seat beside her before lighting a cigarette like she’d been waiting for this exact moment all day. She ordered two bottles of beer, and when the glass clinked in front of you, she raised hers slightly, her smirk softened just enough to almost look like a smile.
“To not sucking anymore,” she said.
You laughed, the sound caught somewhere between relief and disbelief, and clinked your bottle against hers before taking a long swallow. The beer was bitter, sharp, but it felt good going down. She watched you for a moment, her chin resting on her hand, before tilting her head slightly, her dark hair falling into her eyes.
“So,” she said, exhaling smoke toward the ceiling, “who the hell are you, really? You’ve been playing with us for weeks, but I don’t know a damn thing about you.”
You shifted in your seat, unsure where to start, but she didn’t let the silence stretch too long. She leaned forward, elbows on the table, eyes locked onto yours with that same intensity she always carried, except tonight it wasn’t laced with judgment — it was curiosity.
“C’mon. Hobbies. What do you do when you’re not torturing my ears with your guitar?”
Her words made you chuckle, but there was no bite behind them this time. You started talking, hesitant at first, about the little things — how you’d always liked sketching in notebooks during class, how you played too many video games on nights when you couldn’t sleep, how you’d kill for a bowl of ramen after practice because it felt like the only food that could recharge you. She listened, really listened, nodding here and there, tapping her cigarette against the ashtray, occasionally raising her bottle to her lips but never once letting her gaze drift far from you.
“Ramen, huh?” she said after a pause, her smirk curling again. “Figures. You’ve got that broke-student energy. Bet you’d live off instant noodles if I didn’t drag you out here.”
You grinned, shrugging, and for a moment it almost felt like the sharp edge of her personality had dulled into something playful, something warmer. But then, as the night wore on and the bottles between you multiplied, her questions shifted, became less about hobbies and food and more about the things that sat deeper under your skin.
“So,” she said, tapping the neck of her bottle against the table. “Girlfriend?”
The question caught you off guard. You blinked at her, trying to decide if she was teasing or serious, but the way her eyes held yours told you it was the latter.
“No,” you said finally, shaking your head. “Never had one.”
Her lips twitched — not into a smirk this time, but something closer to a grin, fleeting and almost shy, like she hadn’t expected your answer to do anything to her but it had anyway. She looked down at her beer for a second, swirling it absentmindedly, and when she looked back up, her cheeks had the faintest tinge of color, the kind that wasn’t from the alcohol alone.
“Huh,” she said softly, then took a long drink as if to wash the moment away.
But she wasn’t done. A beat later, she set her bottle down and leaned closer, her voice lower now, steadier, like she was poking at something fragile.
“What type of girls do you like?”
You froze. Of all the questions she could have asked, that one wasn’t on your list. You opened your mouth, then closed it, realizing you didn’t have an answer. You’d never thought about it, not really — not in the way she meant. The silence stretched, and you could feel the weight of her gaze pressing against you, demanding something you didn’t know how to give.
“I… don’t know,” you admitted finally, the words slow, careful. “Never really thought about it.”
Karina’s eyes narrowed slightly, not in annoyance, but in thought. She took another drag from her cigarette, the smoke curling around her like armor, but when she leaned back, her hand moved under the table. You didn’t notice until the warmth of her touch settled on your thigh.
It wasn’t rough, wasn’t sexual — just a firm pat, her fingers tapping lightly against your jeans as if to remind you she was there, that she was closer than you realized. She gulped down more beer, her throat working, and when she set the bottle down, her expression was harder to read than ever.
“Whatever happens,” she said quietly, her eyes fixed on yours with a seriousness you hadn’t seen before, “don’t be a dick to her. Your future girlfriend. You got that?”
The words hit harder than you expected. Not because of what she said, but because of the way she said it — like it mattered to her, like the thought of you hurting someone made her angry in a way she couldn’t explain. And maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the way her hand lingered on your thigh, but you couldn’t help the question that slipped out next.
“Why do you care?”
For the first time since you met her, Karina didn’t have an answer. She blinked, her lips parting slightly, then pressed them together as if the words she wanted to say were too dangerous to let out. She pulled her hand back, lit another cigarette with practiced ease, and blew smoke toward the ceiling, her face turned away.
“Because,” she said finally, her voice low and rough, “you remind me of someone. And I don’t want to watch you turn into him.”
The rest of the night blurred after that, the weight of her words sinking into you as the beers kept coming. She didn’t explain who “him” was, and you didn’t push, but the silence between you wasn’t empty anymore — it was thick with something unspoken, something fragile, something that felt like the start of a story neither of you were ready to tell yet.
When you walked home later, the smell of smoke still clinging to your clothes and the taste of beer lingering on your tongue, you realized that Karina hadn’t just started to accept you as a bandmate. She was starting to see you as something more. And though she’d never admit it out loud, not yet, you could feel it in the way her eyes lingered, the way her touch burned through your jeans, the way her voice softened just enough when she told you not to be a dick.
It wasn’t love. Not yet. But it was the beginning.
And beginnings are always dangerous.
Karina was already slumping against you, her cheek pressed to your shoulder, her fingers loosely gripping your shirt like she was afraid of you slipping away. The smell of alcohol and sweet vape still lingered between you, mixed with her perfume—a scent that hit sharper now in the thick, late-night air of the nearly empty bar.
“Yo… bartender… one more round…” she mumbled, slamming the empty glass harder than she needed to. A few heads turned. You quickly placed your hand over hers before she embarrassed herself even further.
“Karina. Enough.”
She looked up at you, her eyes red but still glinting with something mischievous. “Why? You don’t wanna have fun with me? Huh? What are you, a saint?” she teased, but her voice cracked.
You sighed. She was getting loud, clumsy, drawing attention. The teasing turned clingy real fast—her arm looping around yours, her fingers tracing absent shapes on your thigh. You froze, uncomfortable, not sure if she even realized what she was doing.
“This is getting out of hand,” you muttered, catching the bartender’s disapproving glance. Karina just laughed, leaning her head back, exposing her pale neck, then slumping forward again.
“Alright, that’s it. We’re leaving.”
“Leaving? Where?” She giggled, tugging on your sleeve. “You don’t even know where I live, idiot.”
And she wasn’t wrong.
By the time you coaxed her out of the booth, her legs were unsteady, and her words had become half-sentences strung together by drunk giggles. You held her up as you fumbled for her phone.
“Rina, give me your phone. I’ll call someone to take you home.”
She resisted at first, whining, “Don’t touch my stuff,” before finally giving up when you insisted. Her lock screen was some blurry shot of neon lights, but her grip was too weak to stop you from unlocking it.
The contact list was a mess—nicknames, random emojis, numbers with no labels. You scrolled, scanning for anything familiar. That’s when you saw it.
“Winter ❄️”
The name stood out, clean and simple.
You didn’t think twice. You tapped, dialed, and pressed the phone to your ear while balancing Karina, who was now resting her full weight against you like dead weight.
The line rang for only a moment before a familiar, cool voice answered, one you recognized immediately. “Yo, Rina. Where are you?”
Your breath caught for a second—you hadn’t expected Winter to pick up so quickly, nor had you expected to feel a strange mix of relief and nervousness at hearing her voice. Clearing your throat, you answered softly, “Uh… it’s not Karina. It’s me.”
There was a pause on the other end, then Winter’s voice shifted slightly, curious but calm. “…You? Why are you with Karina?”
You glanced at the girl beside you, slumped lazily against the booth, her hair messy, her lips curling into a childish smile as if she didn’t have a care in the world. Turning away, you lowered your voice, “She… took me out for some drinks. I didn’t really expect this to happen.”
Winter sighed, and you could almost picture her pinching the bridge of her nose. “Let me guess. She’s drunk.”
You hesitated for only a moment before replying regretfully, “…Yeah. Completely.”
Another sigh followed, heavier this time, but there wasn’t anger in it—only a quiet acceptance, as though she’d seen this happen before. “Alright,” she said firmly. “Don’t move. I’ll share my location. Just bring her here.”
Almost instantly, a notification buzzed onto the phone with a pin location. It was a dorm, not too far from where you were. You didn’t waste time—standing up, you crouched down in front of Karina and carefully pulled her onto your back. She giggled again, wrapping her arms around your shoulders, her face burying into your neck as though you were her safe haven. You adjusted your grip, feeling the weight of responsibility more than her actual body, and started walking toward the address.
The night was quiet except for the sound of your footsteps and Karina’s occasional humming, broken by little murmurs that didn’t make sense. You ignored the stares from strangers passing by, focusing only on reaching the dorm quickly.
When you finally arrived, Winter was already waiting outside. She stood with her arms crossed, leaning against the wall near the entrance, her expression unreadable under the glow of the streetlamp. But when her eyes fell on you—on the sight of you carrying Karina—her lips curved into the faintest smile, half amused, half exasperated.
“Hello,” she greeted, her voice softer than you expected.
You nodded, slightly out of breath. “Hey.”
“Hey,” she said, voice casual but carrying warmth. Then she leaned down slightly to ruffle Karina’s hair, still perched on your back. “You really can’t handle your drinks, huh?” she teased, shaking her head.
Karina groaned something unintelligible in response, and Winter looked back at you. “Come on in,” she said simply, stepping aside and holding the door open.
Inside, the dorm was smaller than you expected, cozy in a cluttered way—guitar cases leaned against the wall, posters of bands you half-recognized plastered on the brick-patterned wallpaper. You shifted Karina on your back, trying not to bump her head against anything, and Winter chuckled at your clumsy effort.
She caught you looking around and tilted her head. “So… what made you join our band anyway?”
You hesitated, her question hanging heavy in the air. For a second, you thought about giving a safe answer. But instead, the truth slipped out, raw and unpolished.
“I just… want to figure out what I want to do with my life,” you admitted.
Winter blinked, then smiled—soft but piercing, like she was looking straight through you. “That’s… honest,” she said, her voice quieter now. “I like that.”
You felt your ears burn at her words. She gestured toward a narrow hallway. “Bring Karina to her room. Third door on the left.”
You nodded and carried Karina carefully to the room. Pushing the door open with your shoulder, you stepped inside—a dimly lit space, messy but lived-in. Clothes tossed on the chair, makeup scattered on the desk, and a faint scent of perfume lingering in the air.
You lowered her gently onto the bed, brushing her hair out of her face. But just as you pulled back, her eyes fluttered open.
For a second, you froze.
Her gaze locked onto yours—dazed, yet sharp enough to cut. And before you could react, her hand shot up, grabbing your collar.
In one swift motion, she pulled you down, pressing you against the mattress with surprising strength.
“W-what are you—” your voice caught in your throat, your heart slamming against your ribs.
Karina’s lips curled into a sly smirk. “You’re quite bold,” she murmured, her breath brushing against your skin. “Bringing a girl you barely know to her place?”
Your throat went dry, words stuck in your chest. You swallowed hard, caught between fear and a strange, intoxicating excitement.
Her eyes flickered down to your lips, then back up. “Or maybe…” she whispered, her tone half-playful, half-serious, “you’re not as innocent as you look.”
And before you had time to think—before you had time to stop it—her lips pressed against yours.
The kiss was sudden, fierce, and overwhelming. You felt your pulse roar in your ears, the weight of her body keeping you pinned. For a moment, you forgot everything else—the long night, the regret, even Winter waiting just outside.
It was just you, Karina, and the fire that sparked the second her lips touched yours.
“i got what you need, i’m thinking you should plant this seed.”
synopsis. karina meets your family for the first time at one of those loud, messy cookouts where everyone’s talking over each other and no one’s sitting still. she’s nervous at first, trying to keep it together but slowly, she shows a side of herself you hadn’t seen before.
pairing. mean!sorority!karina x loser!gp!reader
warning(s). 18+ (smut), readers got a big ah family tree, g!p reader, p in v (unprotected), pet names (puppy & baby), reader is uhh down horrendous…wait they both are </3, breeding kink, dom!karina, overstimulation 🥀, and let me know if there’s more.
word count. 6.4k+
authors note. welp here it is and yea so im sorry anon who requested this. i tried to cook… 🥀 this is like when you ask for lays from the store and they give u the great value version..
campus was a far trip from home.
three hours by car, longer if you hit traffic. long enough for your stomach to tie itself into knots and your brain to start feeding you worst-case scenarios like a playlist on loop. long enough for karina to cycle through three moods: dismissive, annoyed, and now completely silent.
she hadn't said a word since the second toll booth.
you glanced over at her. she was curled slightly against the window, legs pulled up, arms crossed, sunglasses still on despite the clouds. she looked like she was heading to court, not to meet your mother.
"want music?" you offered, eyes flicking toward the aux cord.
"no."
"podcasts?"
"god, no."
you bit back a smile. "conversation?"
that earned you a slow, lethal look.
you held up a hand.
then you cleared your throat.
it was a mistake. you could feel it even before she turned her head back and fixed her stare on the road ahead of you, but her foot was still bouncing—heel tapping a steady rhythm against the edge of the seat, the same three-count beat over and over again and the tension in her jaw was so tight it looked like her teeth were grinding together.
she didn't say anything, didn't give you a glare, didn't sigh, and didn't roll her eyes.
she just stared at the road, jaw clenched, and tapped her foot.
tap. tap. tap.
you knew her well enough by now to recognize the signs.
karina wasn't someone who panicked out loud. but when her anxiety reared its ugly head, it showed itself in all kinds of quieter ways: she got more fidgety and less talkative, and her body language was always off—she stood farther away, kept her arms close, and sometimes she wouldn't look you in the eye.
right now, her heel was bouncing so hard against your seat it felt like a warning bell.
"i can turn around," you offered lightly.
she didn't blink. "don't tease me like that."
"i'm serious. we can fake a tire blowout. park under a bridge. say we got abducted."
she finally—finally—cracked the tiniest smile.
it was barely there, barely noticeable, and you would have missed it if you didn't know her and you would've missed it if you didn't know her so well. but you did. you knew that twitch in the corner of her mouth wasn't nothing. that it meant something got through.
you softened a little. "they're gonna love you, you know."
she let out a low, unbelieving breath.
"they will," you insisted. "you're—"
"i'm mean," she cut in.
you snorted. "you're not mean."
she turned her head just enough to raise an eyebrow at you over her sunglasses.
"okay," you allowed. "you're, like, medium mean. with a heart of gold. a crunchy exterior. caramel center."
"i hope they hate me."
"you don't."
"i do. it'd make this so much easier."
you didn't say anything. she didn't look at you. her sunglasses had slid down her nose just slightly, and you could see the tiny crease forming between her eyebrows—the one that only showed up when she was thinking too hard.
you pulled one hand off the steering wheel and reached for her knee, giving it a little squeeze. "you don't have to impress anyone."
she was quiet for a second. then she let out a low, humorless laugh.
and said, simply, quietly:
"i want to."
it was a loaded sentence.
and, honestly, you weren't quite sure how to respond.
the karina you knew had never cared about what other people thought. she had no use for them. other people were either useful to her or they weren't—there was no middle ground, and there was no need to try and impress. not classmates. not the girls in her sorority who half-feared and half-worshipped her. definitely not the people she used to flirt with before she was your girlfriend.
and definitely not you—not at first, anyway.
but now?
now she wanted to impress your family.
she wanted to impress your mother, your loud cousins, your overprotective aunties, and your father who never knows when to stop talking.
she wanted to walk into your childhood home and be met with approval. she didn't want to be tolerated, and she didn't want to be judged. she wanted to walk into the room and hear your family whisper compliments about her behind their hands.
and, maybe, more importantly—she wanted to give you a reason to be proud.
you let the silence stretch for a moment.
then you nudged her again, thumb brushing across her knee. "you're kind of a mess right now."
"i'm aware."
"they're not royalty. it's not a coronation."
"they're your family."
"so?"
"so," she said, finally looking at you again, "they made you. and i... i love you, so—"
she paused, jaw tightening again like she regretted how easily it came out.
"so if they don't like me, i'll take it personally," she finished.
you blinked. stared at her for a second too long.
she looked away first.
and just like that, the highway noise got swallowed up by something louder inside your chest.
the same feeling had been building ever since karina answered your phone in the shower.
you'd been rinsing out conditioner, blinking through soap in your eyes, and reaching blindly for the showerhead in karina's shower, the one that had a knob that switched the water from a gentle stream to a powerful spray.
final fantasy vii was paused on her tv because you'd been playing barefoot on the floor until she'd kicked you toward the bathroom with a towel and a pointed, "you actually smell like a puppy." your ego was bruised.
she was sitting cross-legged in the middle of her bed now, methodically folding laundry like she was in a boot camp for the domestically gifted. she had your hoodie in her lap and a pile of unmatched socks beside her, all while your phone sat forgotten on the comforter.
until it lit up.
she glanced over. saw the name:
BIG HOMIE FROM THE TAX BRACKET ABOVE.
and—understandably—assumed it was mason.
"...of course," she muttered. "of course he would call while you're in the shower."
karina stood up from the bed, feet bare against the hardwood, and padded into the bathroom like she owned the place.
(which, let's be honest—she kind of did.)
"big homie is calling you!" she yelled out, slightly rolling her eyes.
she didn't hesitate to answer. swiped before the third ring finished, already opening her mouth to tell mason off, because what the hell kind of contact name is big homie from the tax bracket above anyway?
"don't answer it!" you yelled back. "i'll call him later—just leave it!"
but she was two seconds into the call. "hello?"
"who the hell is this?"
she blinked. paused. one hand on the doorframe, phone to her ear. "...excuse me?"
"you're not y/n."
"no," karina said slowly, narrowing her eyes. "but i'm her girlfriend. who is this?"
three seconds passed.
"i'm her dad."
you pushed the curtain aside, heart thudding. "karina?"
no answer.
"...karina—did you really answer?!"
karina was standing completely still, her hand white-knuckled on the door frame.
"girlfriend?" your dad repeated, voice muffled but confused. "wait—hold on. as in, you're an actual person. a girlfriend. a girl no space friend. like, you're here. on earth."
karina blinked. "...yes?" she replied, mouth twitching because she was trying so hard not to laugh.
there was a pause.
"...you're not paid, are you?"
and that's how your dad found out you had a girlfriend. the rest of the story blurred after that. you'd blacked out from secondhand panic by the time she passed you the phone. and later, your parents texted you about a "small, casual cookout" they were organizing, which was code for a full-blown social event with matching t-shirts and a dessert table.
you hadn't asked her to come... yet. not even after she'd smiled and said, "your dad sounds funny," like it wasn't the most mortifying moment of your entire adult life.
but the text sat in your inbox anyway, taunting you every time you opened your phone: [BIG HOMIE FROM THE TAX BRACKET ABOVE]: Don't forget to rsvp for the cookout 😁 Bring your lady if she's real 😎
which is why, three days later, you were sitting at the edge of the counter in the sorority's house shared kitchen, watching karina rinse strawberries as if your mind wasn't spiraling over a simple question.
her hair was clipped up. she wore one of your crewnecks, sleeves pushed past her elbows, and every now and then she'd hum under her breath, bob her head, or shuffle her feet.
you let out a slow breath. "...rina."
"hmm?"
"i, uh—" you scratched the back of your neck. "my parents are having this dumb cookout thing. very wholesome. lots of potato salad. matching shirts. you know."
she plucked a berry from the colander and took a bite. "mhm."
"i wasn't gonna go," you added quickly. "i usually don't. it's kind of—" you waved vaguely. "a thing."
another strawberry. another bite, which caused you to forget your point. her eyebrow rose.
you cleared your throat.
she smiled.
yeah, you were whipped.
"...you want me to come?" she asked, tilting her head.
your face went warm. "only if you want to."
her expression shifted slightly, a little softer. she reached over and tapped a strawberry against your mouth.
you leaned forward and bit down.
she pulled her hand away and said, casually, almost dismissively, "i'd go if i were invited."
so, yeah.
that's how you ended up here, two hours from home with a tense girlfriend and a heart that wouldn't stop fluttering. and a minute later, you were pulling into the driveway of your childhood home.
"i'm going to throw up," she told you.
"no, you're not."
"i am."
"rina," you said gently, "they're just normal people."
"i'm not worried about them," she snapped. "i'm worried about me. i didn't even bring a gift."
"it's not a dinner party," you snorted. "it's a backyard cookout. you don't need a gift. besides, my family doesn't even like gifts. we're weird. my aunties will think you're crazy for bringing something."
karina was staring at the house. there were a lot of cars surrounding the driveway and lining the curb. you knew your mother had gone a little overboard with the party prep, but you didn't realize she'd invited the entire family tree.
"this is a small get-together?"
"well..." you shrugged. "my mom gets excited."
she let out a shaky breath, but she still followed you up the driveway. still reached for your hand the second you rang the bell.
the door opened before you even knocked.
"there they are!"
a wave of noise hit you like a brick wall. the smell of grilled meat, citronella candles, and some kind of peach-flavored wine cooler clung to the air. there were balloons and streamers everywhere, and as soon as you stepped inside, the noise seemed to swallow you whole.
before you could say a word, someone was pulling you into a hug. "look at you! my baby! i thought you were gonna skip again, i told your mother—oh hellooo, who is this?"
karina froze.
one of your aunts (you couldn't remember which one—gold hoops, big hair, smells like a church) was suddenly holding her shoulders and giving her the same once-over a cop might give a suspect.
"and she's pretty, too, huh?" she said, looking karina up and down. "is this the one who answered your daddy's call? 'cause he said she sounded classy."
you saw karina's soul leave her body.
"she is classy," you said, arm wrapping firmly around her waist. she immediately leaned into you because right now gravity wasn't working unless she had at least three points of contact. "this is karina."
karina gave the most polite, most strained, most pageant-ready smile you'd ever seen. "hi."
more aunties emerged. more hugging. a high-pitched shriek from the back—definitely your cousin jasmine. you heard someone yell, "you brought your girlfriend?!" like it was breaking news. which is fair because she's the first girl you've ever brought home, but the sheer amount of attention made you feel like an exhibit at the zoo.
karina's grip tightened.
"you okay?" you asked under your breath.
she nodded quickly. then lied. "i'm great."
further inside the house was worse. people filled every hallway, couch cushion, and stair step. the kitchen table was covered in tin foil pans. a child ran past you in a superhero cape. someone yelled "catch it" from the bathroom, followed by the sound of a loud thump. a toddler began crying, and someone was blasting music outside on the deck.
and through it all, she clung to your side like a lifeline. fingers in your belt loop, palm at your lower back. she didn't laugh at any jokes. she barely spoke. but her eyes scanned everything, tracking every new relative, cataloging the entire house.
she was trying. you could see it.
and then your mom appeared, holding a stack of paper plates.
"hey, sweetheart—can you help me run these out to the deck? and your dad needs you to check the propane. he swears it's full, but i don't trust that man with anything that requires a tank."
you glanced at karina. her face said, please don't leave me alone. her hand did not move.
but your aunt swooped in with terrifying precision. "i'll take her. come on, baby, you ever had peach cobbler? you're about to."
karina looked betrayed.
"i'll be right outside," you promised. you leaned in. "just relax, okay? they love you already."
she nodded once. still didn't let go until your mom physically pulled you by the wrist. "you can flirt with your little friend later," she muttered.
you shot one last look at karina—being shepherded into the living room like a foreign diplomat. she turned, lips slightly parted like she wanted to say something, but all she managed was a look.
and then you were outside.
the deck was a mess, and it was extremely hot. the grill was roaring, kids were screaming in the bouncy house, and your dad was swearing at a spatula.
"'bout time," he said when he saw you. "tell your mom the propane was full. she owes me twenty bucks."
you helped him flip burgers while trying to keep karina in your peripheral, but the crowd was thick, and your mom was assigning tasks like she was the director of an action movie.
after a few minutes, you finally managed to break free. you headed toward the living room, but karina was nowhere near the couch. you checked the kitchen, the hallway, and the garage, and then you finally saw her in the front yard—with the kids.
karina was seated cross-legged on the grass, surrounded by six of your tiny cousins. one hand deftly weaving through a thick ponytail while her other arm was wrapped around the kid in her lap, who was showing her some animated youtube video at full volume.
"that's not a real dragon," karina muttered.
the kid gasped, scandalized. "yes, it is!"
"it has sunglasses and a fanny pack."
"he goes to the beach," the kid defended.
karina didn't flinch. "dragons can't go to the beach."
then, from behind the bouncy house:
"oh my god. is she doing their hair?" you glanced over and saw your cousin tanya standing next to you, beer in hand, staring in awe. "that's cute," she said, nodding her head. "damn."
you couldn't help but smile.
a different cousin cackled. "you're funny. are you gonna marry our cousin?"
karina blinked. "what?"
"you said you were y/n/n's girlfriend," the one in her lap said, poking her cheek. "that means you're gonna get married."
she cleared her throat. "that's not how it works."
"yes, it is," the first one insisted. "that's what my mom said when she made uncle brian bring his lady friend to thanksgiving."
karina shot them a look. "you have a booger in your nose."
they paused. scowled. "do not."
"you do."
"liar."
karina was still arguing with your cousin about hygiene when you walked over, hands in your pockets. karina didn't look up, but the kid did.
"y/n, look," they said, pointing, "this lady said i have a booger."
"because you do," karina shot back.
you knelt down next to them, brushing your fingers gently over the kid's forehead as you looked them straight in the eye. "okay. let's get to the bottom of this. chin up."
they pouted but obeyed, sniffling exaggeratedly as they tilted their head back. you squinted. "i hate to say it, buddy, but... there might be a booger."
their jaw dropped. "tú también, y/n?!"
you laughed, reaching over to tickle their ribs. the kid let out a shriek of laughter and wiggled out of karina's lap, scurrying back to the bouncy house, the rest of them following.
"traitor!" they shouted, voice carrying over the crowd.
you grinned.
then, a little more quietly, you asked:
"how are you doing?"
karina's face was flushed, and the way she looked up at you with her sunglasses pushed on top of her head, a smile on her face, and hair falling in her eyes was so soft and so gentle and so different from the girl you met two years ago.
you wanted to kiss her.
"i'm doing great," she replied, and she meant it. you helped her up. wiped the grass off her jeans, "you're good with kids."
"i was arguing with them."
you scoffed. wrapped your arm around her shoulders and pulled her close, kissed her temple. "yeah," you muttered against her skin. "i saw, but they like you. jj never showed me anything off his tablet, and you got him to share."
"i don't share my stuff either," she said. "i'm very territorial."
"i know."
she tilted her head. looked at you. "...thank you for bringing me."
you smiled.
"thank you for coming."
then, like clockwork, your aunt's voice rang through the house again. "y/n, i swear if you don't come grab this extra bag of ice—"
you groaned. "they're everywhere."
karina glanced at the kid now fully sprawled across her lap and sighed. "you go. i'll be okay."
you nodded and let go, backing away, one foot after the other, but as you glanced back one last time, you saw it—karina, finally letting herself relax as the kids started to play a game involving chasing each other with bubble guns, one of them dragging her along like she was a prized possession.
after another ten minutes of labor for your family, you finally peeled yourself away from the endless shuffle when things settled just a bit and no one was watching.
quiet footsteps on the porch creaked beneath you as you rounded the corner, scanning for her.
there, on the shaded steps, your eyes caught a softer scene. karina was crouched down beside the porch steps, cradling your baby niece against her chest. the little one's eyes were fluttering shut, her tiny fingers curling around a loose strand of karina's hair.
karina's expression had shifted entirely—gone was the mischievous smirk and playful teasing. instead, she was quiet and gentle, humming a soft, almost imperceptible tune as she rocked the baby lightly back and forth.
you froze for a moment, watching her like you'd stumbled on a secret. it was the kind of tenderness you hadn't expected from her—not the sharp-tongued, quick-witted karina you knew, but something softer, something real.
karina glanced up and caught your gaze, her lips curving into a shy, almost sheepish smile. "she fell asleep on me," she whispered, voice low and warm.
you smiled back. and that was the first time you thought, oh. this is dangerous.
it was dark when the party finally started to wind down.
everyone had gone home, including your aunts and uncles and cousins and nephews. your mom and dad had disappeared too, probably someone's ride, leaving behind a few plastic trays of half-eaten dessert and a cooler full of slowly melting ice.
the guest room was quiet. a quiet you had missed and you'd be robbed of all day. karina was already on the bed, sitting in the middle of it in one of your old high school shirts and a pair of sweatshorts, scrolling through photos she'd been secretly taking on her phone all afternoon.
she looked up as you set a water bottle down on the nightstand. "you left me for, like, an hour," she whispered.
you climbed onto the bed, knees pressing into the mattress. "you braided like six kids' hair in that time."
"yeah. my fingers hurt."
you sat in front of her before tugging your hoodie off. "you didn't have to entertain them that long."
"i didn't," she said, like it was obvious. "they kidnapped me. one of them threatened to cry if i moved."
you laughed, rubbing your hands over your face. "you didn't look like you hated it." and you also held a baby like it was second nature, so now i'm even more whipped than i was before. if that's possible.
karina set her phone down on the nightstand before scooting closer to you.
you dropped your gaze. her fingers were playing with the hem of your shirt now, slipping underneath, cool against your skin. you looked back up at her, watching her carefully.
you kept your mouth shut, but your brain didn't stop. you're perfect. you're like wife material. my family is weird. but they liked you. you're kind. you're funny. i'm in love with you.
you bit your lip.
she smiled.
and said, voice low, eyes dark: "i like it when they call me your girlfriend."
your breath caught.
"...yeah?"
she nodded. leaned in. her mouth hovered a millimeter away from yours.
"i really like it."
her hand slid higher.
it wasn't a surprise when she kissed you, soft and slow and deep. she was smiling against your lips, and you could taste the punch from earlier on her tongue. you kissed her back, hands sliding to her hips, tugging her closer.
she pressed and leaned backwards until she was lying down before pulling you on top of her, legs wrapped around your waist, arms wrapping around your neck.
she hummed.
kissing you again even harder.
then, in the most soothing voice: "been thinking about you all day."
"karina—"
"mm?"
"we're—my parents—"
"are gone," she finished. "they're not coming back until later."
"i know, but i'm trying to be a good houseguest."
she let out a breathless laugh. "and you were so good earlier." she nipped your lower lip, her hands moving to cup your cheeks, thumbs stroking lightly.
then, with a little more force, she murmured, "but right now i need you be a bad houseguest for me. please, puppy?"
your stomach dropped. your pulse throbbed behind your ribs, and all of your good intentions melted.
she moaned into your mouth, pulling you in by the neck, legs hitching up around your waist. you settled between her thighs, one hand bracing yourself on the mattress, the other sliding down her body, gripping her hip. "you're such a bad influence," you breathed.
"mm," she hummed. "whatever."
"karina..." you whispered against her jaw, trailing down, lips brushing along her throat. you sucked gently, just enough to make her moan.
you felt her fingers tighten against the nape of your neck. she tilted her head back, eyes closing, a soft sigh escaping her lips.
"puppy—just, god, go lower." she breathed, tilting her head back, moving your head down towards her chest.
you obeyed instantly, lifting the hem of her shirt just enough to mouth at the soft skin of her chest. she wasn't wearing a bra—of course she wasn't, there was no need to be when she was supposed to be asleep.
your lips parted over her breast, tongue dragging slowly and warmly across her skin before you sucked at her nipple, gently at first, then harder when her breath hitched. you could feel her arching into your touch, could hear the little whimpers she was trying to hold back, and see the way her body shifted restlessly against the mattress.
"fuck," she hissed, nails digging into your scalp. "don't stop."
you didn't. you switched to her other breast, kissing messily across her chest, tongue teasing before your mouth closed around her again, sucking until her back arched and her thighs squeezed around your waist.
"shit—" she gasped, half a sob, her hips rolling up into you without thinking. the friction made you moan, low and broken, against her skin.
you ground down against her, rigid and uncoordinated, so desperate for friction your thighs were trembling. her sleep shorts were thin, your sweats were riding low, and it didn't take much to feel her dampening the front of them.
"feels good, doesn't it?" she whispered, breath catching as your teeth grazed her chest again. "you're such a good girl when you're needy."
you whimpered, forehead pressing to her sternum, hips stuttering.
"i c-can't," you choked. "you're—fuck—you're so perfect..."
her hands cradled your face again, thumbing over your flushed cheeks, pulling you up for another kiss.
you didn't even realize how desperate you'd both gotten until your hands were tugging at her shorts, fumbling at the waistband, desperate to feel more of her skin against yours.
she lifted her hips, helping you slide them down her legs, underwear clinging before slipping off too. her skin was hot, and her thighs were wet and trembling. your hands lingered for a second on her thighs—before she was already pulling at your sweats, impatient.
"please," she mumbled, almost annoyed at how slow you were.
and—god, there was no way to deny her, not when her hands were so insistent, not when she was biting her lip like that, not when her legs were spread and she was looking up at you like this, and not when you were already hard to the point it ached, twitching against your stomach as you finally kicked your sweats and boxers off.
your hands went to her thighs, just to steady yourself, fingers digging into her skin. and, well, if the rest of your good intentions melted before, then they were gone now.
you couldn't wait, couldn't do anything but grind against her, your cock sliding against her, slick and hot and desperate. you pressed forward, breath hitching as every inch of you burned to be inside her.
you wanted to say something smart or smooth, but all that came out was a breathy, "oh—fuck, you feel..."
you trailed off. she just looked up at you, lips parted, eyes wide, but not all that smug like you expected—more desperate than anything else. her hands came up to your waist, guiding you closer, pulling you into place, her knees pressing into your sides.
"come on, baby," she urged, hips rolling up, her wetness smearing against your skin. "hurry—"
and then, finally, finally, you slid inside her. it was like a punch to the gut, all the air leaving your lungs, a choked sound breaking in your throat. your eyes fluttered, vision swimming, hips jerking forward, burying yourself to the hilt.
you pulled back just slightly, watching her face, her body, trying to find the tiniest hint of discomfort, but all you found was a flush creeping down her chest and a whimper that sounded a lot like your name.
"good?" you managed, breathless, a little dizzy.
"yes—mhm, yes, just—move."
you nodded once, swallowed, moving slowly at first, shallow and careful. but she was rolling her hips to meet you, hips rising, hands scrambling up your back like she couldn't get you close enough. her mouth parted with no words, but instead just that shaky breath she always gave when she was overwhelmed and wanted more.
and hell, you were trying. you were trying to stay steady, trying to savor it, but you were so keyed up already, so wound up by everything that had happened today. by her. by the way she felt, by the way she looked, by the way she kept breathing your name, by the way she was squeezing around you every time your hips moved—and it was over for you.
you groaned, low and shaky, and pressed forward again, deeper this time. her legs curled tighter around your waist, and her hands flew up to your shoulders, nails dragging just enough to leave heat.
"yeah?" you whispered, voice rough but sweet as you slowed for a second, just to look at her. her hair was messy, cheeks flushed, lips parted—and her eyes, glassy and fixed on yours like you were the only thing tethering her to the planet.
"you're—" she swallowed hard, arching just slightly into you. "you're so good. you're so good to me."
your stomach dropped.
she knew exactly what she was doing. she knew that made your chest ache in a way you didn't have words for. she knew how much you craved her approval, her affection, and her praise, and she knew how to give it to you.
"please," she murmured, softer this time. "puppy, please, don't stop. i need—"
her voice broke off into a whine when you pulled back again and thrust forward harder, burying yourself to the hilt again with a grunt.
"fuck," she gasped. "love you."
your hand came up without thinking, cradling her face with your right, brushing your thumb along the flushed curve of her cheek. her eyes fluttered shut at your touch, turning into it, her mouth brushing your skin before she took your thumb into her mouth.
the sight made you moan, hips stuttering forward again. "fuck," you breathed.
she sucked at your thumb gently, tongue curling underneath the pad of your thumb, eyes opening again just enough to watch your face, her eyes dark and hungry and completely unraveled.
was she trying to drive you insane on purpose? it was working.
she blinked up at you, innocent, but the corners of her mouth turned up as she took your thumb even further into her mouth and hummed.
"karina—"
your voice cracked on her name as you dragged your thumb out of her mouth with a soft, wet pop, trailing the wetness along the edge of her bottom lip. "you're—fuck, you're so beautiful," you murmured.
she hummed, satisfied. "yeah?"
you were too busy watching where you disappeared into her, too busy thinking stupid, reckless things that soon stumbled out of your mouth. "...yeah," you breathed, barely thinking, barely there. "could do this forever."
your voice was low. wrecked. barely yours.
"just want to—fuck—just wanna keep you like this. wanna come inside." you were rambling now, almost babbling, hands tightening on her hips.
and then—like instinct—you moved.
one hand slid behind her knee and pushed up, folding her without a second thought. her thighs pressed against her chest, folding her in half, pushing her down into the mattress with every thrust.
she let out a choked moan, head thrown back, hair spread out over the pillow.
god—she was so pretty. she was always pretty, but here—in your childhood bed, naked and panting in your wrinkled and half-off shirt, her skin flushed and her mouth falling open—she was something else entirely.
"f—fuck." it ripped out of her.
you could barely think. "just wanna—wanna stay right here," you slurred, breath catching. "wanna come inside."
karina's hands scrambled for something to hold onto—the sheets, her own legs, you—and she was trembling, shaking, clenching around you every time you bottomed out.
she liked the angle. that much was obvious.
her legs were pressed up, knees by her shoulders, and she felt everything. her thoughts were completely incoherent except for one:
so close.
so goddamn close that she could cry, could feel herself starting to shake apart, could feel that tension curling tighter and tighter, her orgasm building higher and higher—
"you better mean it," she breathed.
her hips started to move against yours, impatiently, chasing that feeling, that sweet pressure deep inside her, the heat building in her stomach and making her tremble.
"what?"
"you said you wanna come inside—" she broke off with a moan, nails digging into your arm, "—then you better mean it."
you choked on a curse.
her walls fluttered around you, and it pushed you over the edge. your whole body tensed. you buried yourself as deep as you could, stuttering out a moan, your orgasm ripping through you.
you came hard, so hard your vision went white for a second and your muscles tensed and your hands tightened on her thighs hard enough to bruise. just like that—you were spilling inside her.
you didn't even mean to collapse. it just happened—legs gone, arms jelly, chest heaving against hers as you spilled inside with everything you had left.
karina let out a small, frustrated whimper beneath you.
"i was right there," she panted, grinding her hips up against yours. "you couldn't hold it for five more seconds?"
you managed a weak laugh, collapsing back into the sheets, dazed, chest rising and falling like you'd just run ten miles.
you blinked up at the ceiling. your vision was still fuzzy, your muscles were still trembling, your ears were still ringing—and holy shit, you were so tired. karina followed you, eyes dark and frustrated, thighs already coated with your cum.
before you could even roll over, to try and control your heavy breathing and get your heart rate under control karina was already moving, climbing over your leg and settling her weight against your thigh.
she stared down at you with her lip between her teeth, brow furrowed, and hair sticking to her forehead. her hips were rolling slowly against your thigh, and you could feel her, still hot and slick.
you swallowed hard.
"karina," you managed, voice hoarse, "i—i can't—" she huffed, frustrated, and lifted herself just enough to slide her hand down between her legs.
it made your cock twitch.
she let out a shaky breath, eyes flicking down to your lap, then back up. her hand was still between her legs, fingers moving quickly, hips stuttering and her gaze flicked down to your lap, then back to your face.
"you're still hard," she whispered, almost accusing. her voice was soft, but trembling, full of heat. "look at you..."
you couldn't move. your muscles were jelly, your brain fried. literally felt like you just got out the ring with mike tyson.
she bit her lip. "...baby?" her fingers didn't stop. "can i—please? just a little?"
a pause, then quieter: "i'll ride it real slow, promise."
you didn't answer fast enough, and she took it as a yes anyway.
karina reached between you both, fingers wrapping around your half-hard cock, smearing your release over the length of it. she whimpered at the feel, her thumb pressing to the tip, coaxing what she could from it.
you watched her, mesmerized. you couldn't think, couldn't do anything but let her use you.
she lined you up and sank down slowly, taking her time, every movement dragging out the stretch until she was seated fully on your lap. your body barely responding, caught between overstimulation and the sheer heat of her.
she rolls her hips once. extremely slow for the first few seconds, then she starts to pick up the pace. you gasp and try to sit up, hands flying to her waist to steady her, to slow her down, and the other half to beg her not to move just yet.
she leans forward, her palms against your chest, nails digging in as she grinds down into you. "you still with me?" she whispers, breath catching. "or are you too tired now?"
your hands try to guide her hips, a soft "slow down" leaving your mouth.
but karina doesn't listen.
"you feel so good," she breathes, letting her head fall back. "you like it when I use you like this, don't you?"
"karina—wait, wait—"
"mm-mm," she hums, rolling her hips again. "no waiting. wanna come like this, please, puppy, wanna come on your cock, want you to stay inside me all night—"
you let out a broken moan, trying to hold her still, trying to slow her down, trying to stop yourself from going over the edge again already.
she's unrelenting.
she's riding you like she'll die if she stops. the sound of her moaning and her wetness on your skin is enough to make your brain short-circuit and make you lose any restraint you had left.
"here," she says. "you can—do it how you like—" it's an attempt to give you control, placing your hands back on her hips to help, but instead it makes you whine because she just feels so good and it's been so long since you've felt this good.
your lips are parted—eyes dazed, mouth open, hands shaking. you can barely breathe, your lungs burning; the only sound in your ears is karina, whispering your name in between breathless gasps.
she's still moving. she's still talking, still whispering dirty things between kisses that are more bite than anything else. you know she's close—her walls fluttering around you, her moans getting higher and breathier, her movements getting less graceful.
but you're close, too... but you'd be damned if you finished before her. again.
"trying to keep it in?" she taunts softly. "trying to act good now?"
you can't respond. can't do anything but whimper and hold her tight and try to hold on.
she's persistent. she knows what she wants. and she wants to feel you come inside her again, wants to feel you fill her up even more, wants to come all over your cock, and wants to collapse against your chest and not move for hours.
karina feels it—how close you are again, how your body's trembling like it's pleading for release, overstimulated but so, so hopeless.
"karina—'s too much, fuck—can't—"
"yes, you can," she whispers. "you can, puppy, you can. i know you can, just for me, yeah?"
her voice breaks on the next moan, and she grabs their wrists—pinning your hands above your head, forehead pressed together.
"give it to me, baby," she begs, breath hot and uneven. "just one more. please. fill me up again."
you choke on a sound. you're trying so hard to not, to hold back just a second longer, but her hips roll again and—
"wanna feel you dripping out of me in the morning," she mumbles, barely audible. "wanna still be full when i wake up—"
you arch up hard—shaking, stuttering, teeth clenched so tight it hurts. your second release hits like a wave, full-body and dragging, leaving them gasping, mind white noise and useless.
karina cries at the feeling—utterly undone now too, head thrown back, body twitching on top of you. she doesn't even let them go yet, hands still pinning theirs down, rolling her hips even slower as she rides out her orgasm.
when she finally lets go, her arms are trembling, and you can see the effort it takes for her to not just collapse against your chest. she does anyway—carefully, slowly, trying not to crush you as she lets herself rest against you. her face burrows into the crook of your neck, breathing unsteadily.
"mmph," she slurs, lips brushing your collarbone. "so good. fuck. mine."
your fingers twitch weakly at her hips, but you've gone boneless—completely, blissfully ruined. your throat is hoarse from moaning, your vision is still spotty, and your heart is pounding so hard you can feel it in your ears.
"i love you," you whisper, voice barely above a breath.
she hums again, sleepily this time, her hand sliding up your chest to settle over your heart.
"i know," she murmurs, smiling into your skin. "i love you too. always."
she touches your cheek, brushing damp hair from your forehead. her fingers tremble, but she's smiling.
"so in love with you," she murmurs, eyes fluttering shut. "even when you're useless."
you let out a soft laugh, breathless, still ruined.
"shut up," you mumble, reaching down to smack her ass. she yelps and nips at your jaw, but she doesn't move from her spot on top of you.
your eyes are already closing. you're so tired, so utterly spent, that your head lolls to the side, lips resting on the crown of karina's head. you breathe her in.
she feels so good. you feel so good. you both smell like sweat and sex, and everything is sticky and gross, but you don't care.
you just want to lie here.
so, that's exactly what you do. you wrap your arms around her, keeping her close, keeping her safe, and let the sound of her breathing lull you to sleep.
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