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The Company Series

Sacrifices we make for those we love

Chapter 25

3710 Words 

( A mother’s love is the strong thing out there. Sometimes they sacrifice themselves to ensure their happiness.)

“Eomma, I can’t anymore. Momo unnie was the best dancer out of all of us and even got eliminated. It could have been me, I don’t think I can take this anymore, I’m scared.”

It breaks her heart hearing her daughter cry about her experience last week. She talked about her hating the new change and how the audience have a larger role and are easily influenced by who they like rather than their talents. 

“Jihyo unnie said she’s been waiting almost ten years to debut, I don’t want to wait that long. I don’t think I have it in me to do this again.” 

She tries to comfort her daughter, telling her that everything is going to be okay. “Honey, I know things are going to work out.

“Really?”

“Of course. You trust your mother, right?

“Yeah.”

“Then I just want you to try your hardest and you’ll be rewarded for your efforts.” ”

—- 

 A few days have passed since their talk and Chaeyoung’s mom tried talking to JYP to no avail. Every time she tried to get in touch she would be placed in hold or his assistant would mention how busy he was. 

Another week passed and again, Chaeyoung continued to vent to her mother about the amount of stress during practice. Many of them have voiced their lack of confidence during practice and making mistakes that can cause them to be in risk of elimination. “Eomma, many of the girls want to give up. They made us vote between ourselves. It was bad, and the worst part was that at the end they just said it was a lie. Sana and Mina unnie kept crying about Momo unnie. Jihyo unnie has been stress eating because of it. I don’t want to be here anymore, I’m tired. I like it more at the other company, the one with the nice dorms and food. The unnies there are really nice.” 

Surprised, she asks, “What do you mean?”

“The new place we were before the show. Whoever wins gets to be in his company and debut. Nayeon unnie has met him before and said he’s nice.” She continued to listen to daughter boast on how much she liked the other place and the people there. 

—-

Meanwhile, Momo ever since arriving at the dorms she has been practicing non stop. It became her only way of coping with what occurred over a week ago. She would wake up in the morning, have breakfast, practice until late at night and repeat the same schedule. One of the managers said she had free time until the show finished to do what she wanted but to use it wisely. 

“Let's go to the practice room, but first to the cafe for the special pastries and then to the caferia.” She walked dressed in her workout outfit, entering the campus again.. It became her daily routine for the past few days. She tried to avoid contact with other trainees after her elimination, afraid of their comments of being out of the show.

Suddenly, she feels a tap on her shoulder, “Excuse me?” Momo turns and sees someone unfamiliar and stutters, “Ye… yes?”

“Uhm… do you know where the recruitment office is located?”

“Uhmm… Yeah, I think I do.” 

“It’s my first time here so I don’t know the place.” 

“Oh, that’s okay. I’m still new here too.”

“You like it so far?”

“Yeah, I do. It has good food.”

“Haha. That’s good. Sorry, I didn’t tell you my name, I’m Kwon Eunbi.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m Hirai Momo.”

The two of them walk together down the path leading to the main building. “Let’s go this way, it’s easier” as they enter from the side with Momo scanning her ID on her phone. They walk down the hallway and see the main lobby, “It should be right, let’s go” as they both read the building map. They walk towards the elevator and press the second floor, “Thank you for showing me the way, I really appreciate it.” 

“No problem, good luck.”

Momo heads back, passing the front desk and towards the exit, “The front desk seems busy.” 

—--

“Hi, I’m here to talk to the CEO.”

“Hello, ma’am. Who are you?”

I’m Son Chaeyoung’s mother. One of the contestants for the Sixteen survival show. I want to see him.”

“Umm… ma’am. The CEO is busy, I don’t think he has time for unexpected visits.”

“Please, I really need to talk to him. It’s urgent.” 

The two of them continue to go back and forth, with the desk attendant getting visibly upset. Walking towards the entrance one of the CEO’s assistants sees the situation going on and decides to see what’s going on. “Everything okay?”

“Good morning ma’am. We have Son Chaeyoung’s mother here and she wants to talk to the CEO. I told her multiple times that he has a busy schedule and is not open for any meetings.”

She turns and greets her, “Hello, I’m Lee Ji-eun, one of the CEO’s assistants. Like the attendant said, he’s busy but I think we can work something out. Follow me and we can talk about it.” She slightly bows and follows Ji-eun towards the elevator and scans her phone and presses the button to the top floor. 

After exiting the elevator they walk into an empty conference room where Ji-eun says, “If you can wait here and I’ll try to see if we can work something so you can meet with the CEO.” She nods and takes a seat. She continues to wait and eventually stands up and walks around, it's been almost an hour since she saw the assistant. 

She looks out the window and sees a group of trainees walking together, smiling as they walk from one side of campus to another. Some of them wear uniforms while others wear active sportswear. “The place looks nice and the girls look happy. This place looks much better than what JYP Entertainment has. No wonder Chaeyoung likes it so much.”

After another half hour of waiting Ji-eun enters the conference room, “Sorry for the wait. The CEO is ready to see you.” Happy to get a chance to meet him she follows Ji-eun down the hallway, “I was able to make a bit of time for you so try to make whatever you say count.” 

There is a sudden knock at your door, “Come in.” Ji-eun walks inside, “This is Son Chaeyoung’s mother, she requested to meet with you.” “Let her in.”

She’s surprised by your appearance as she wasn’t expecting someone like you as the CEO. She catches herself staring and bows, “Good morning.” 

“Good morning. Take a seat.” 

She goes ahead and takes a seat. You ask, “Ji-eun mentioned you wanted to talk to me about your daughter, Chaeyoung.” 

“Ye… yes, that’s right. She’s been complaining about the harsh conditions of the survival show. She calls me constantly crying about the elimination process and seeing her friends leave. Is there something you can do?”

You try to be understanding but reply, “I’m sorry ma’am I wish I could do something about it but JYP has creative control of the show.”

“But aren’t you the CEO? Aren’t they supposed to debut in your company?” 

“Yes that is true, they are going to debut under my company but the selection is purely done by JYP and the audience.”

“That’s one of the problems, the audience ended up eliminating Momo who was the best dancer out of the contestants. They’re not choosing them based on talent but because they like them. It’s not fair for the girls who have trained for so long.”

“I’m sorry, there is nothing I can do.” 

“Please…My child calls me almost every night crying… It tears me apart that I can't do anything to help her. I tried going to JYP but they kept ignoring my pleas.” 

You keep on going back and forth with her, and continue to repeat the same thing over and over again. Suddenly, she blurts out, “please… help me and I’ll do anything…” 

Hearing those words peaks your interest. You’re not lying to yourself, she’s attractive even though she's a mother, a milf. You decide to tease her a bit to get an idea of her desperation, “I can put a word with JYP but I can’t promise you anything. 

“Even if it’s that, I’ll do anything.”

“Anything is a strong word, ma'am. Can you take responsibility for what you’re saying?”

“I can…”

She watches your attitude change, a heavy weight in the room. You bite your lip as you imagine the thing you could do to her. She immediately reads the room, stands up and walks towards you. 

“Like I said, I’ll do anything for my daughter’s sake even if it means doing things like these.” She gets on her knees and reaches towards your pants, unbuttoning them. 

“There’s no going back if you do this.” 

“I know…” 

Then strip. I want to see what I’ll be working with.” 

She freezes, wondering if doing this is something out of her league. She quickly comes back to realize, telling herself this is the only way. She stands up and takes off her blouse as well as undoing her bra, tossing it to the floor. “There.” 

There’s complete silence, as she stands in front of you. With confidence you say, “go on.” She gets on her knees and continues to undo your pants, fishing out your cock. 

It feels heavy as it rests in her hand when suddenly she sees it drop, “Oh my god…” She doesn’t know what to say, it’s been a long time since she’s had a cock but knows it’s the biggest one she’s seen in her life. 

You give her a smirk, “Well… are you going to back out or were you lying the things you said?”

“No, I’m serious” and goes on to grab your cock with her hands. She licks the side of your shaft, the veins getting larger as your cock gets harder. The bigger it gets the more scared she becomes, but that doesn’t stop her. She continues to move from your shaft, balls and the tip, repeating the cycle multiple times. 

“That’s it, keep going.”

Hearing your words makes what she is doing worth it. She takes the tip of your cock in her mouth and swirls her tongue around it. You groan to the sensation of your cock played with, “Fuck, that feels good…” She looks at you and smiles, happy that you’re enjoying it. She thinks to herself, “You’re much younger, but handsome with a nice cock. Much bigger than my late husband.” 

You feel your cock reach further inside her mouth, struggling but not hearing a single gag reflex. You assume it’s due to her age and possible sexual experience and say, “You know how to handle cock. Bet this isn’t your first time doing this type of thing huh.”

She nods in denial, “I’ve only done this with my husband.”

“You’re husband must be a lucky guy. What would he think if he saw you doing this for your daughter’s sake?”

“He’s not in the picture anymore so I wouldn’t know.”

“I see. I guess there’s nothing holding you back, right?”

“Yeah.”

You grab the back of her head and slowly press it down. She doesn’t fight it and just closes her eyes as she feels your cock make its way down her throat. “Such a good mom. Let’s see how long you can do this for.” 

She tells herself, “It’s okay, I can do this, anything for you baby, I can bear this much to make you happy.” 

It’s been over thirty seconds and there’s no gag reflex, “Amazing, much different from the other ones.” You let her head go and she pulls away. A large amount of saliva coats your cock and oozes out her mouth. She continues to give you head without a single complaint, focusing on your satisfaction. 

After what feels like forever she notices your cock throb and asks, "Do you want to cum on my face or in my mouth?”

You smirk and reply, “On your face of course.” 

She gets into position, her face up as she stares at you stroking your large cock. “I’ve never had a milf before, but I can get used to this.” There’s a hint of worry in those words but she brushes it off and focuses on what you’re doing. 

Suddenly, a large amount of cum shoots out and lands on both her forhead and eyebrows, “Ahh… fuck…” Rope after rope, your cum covers her as you shoot it inside her mouth. You then glide your cock against her cheek and give it a nice slap. 

You pull out your phone and take a snap as you continue to slap your cock on her face, “That’s it, what a wonderful sight, a mother sucking cock their daughter.” 

She struggles to open her eyes and wipes some of your cum off when she sees your phone out, “No, don’t, please...” 

“Don’t worry, I won’t show anyone.”

“Please don’t film me…”

I’ve never had a milf before, I couldn’t help myself.” You stare at her from head to toe, “now, it’s get to the real deal. Strip completely. I want to see that body of yours.” 

“Wait… that’s not the plan…”

“Don’t worry about the plan. You’re doing this for her, right?”

It’s then when it hits her, the realization of what she got herself into. Her family’s fate is in your hands and replies, “I understand.” 

She undoes her jeans, pulling them down as you stare at her. You grin, surprised that she followed your order without hesitation. 

She stands completely nude, a nice body for a mother her age. “How many children did you have?”

“Two.” 

“You can’t even tell, you have a wonderful figure.” 

She slightly smiles, not being able to remember the last time she got a compliment. 

“Now, come here and let’s get to know each other.” 

She walks and sits on your lap. “Such a tight body” you say as you trace your finger against her body.” 

“I work out.” 

I can tell…” You pull her in and begin to kiss the side of her neck. She moans to your touch, “ahh… ahh..” Your right hand goes towards her breast causing her to shiver in excitement.

It’s her first time in a long time that she's felt a man’s touch. Her priority over the last few years has been to provide for her two children and put her needs last.

She gives in to your touch, sparking a desire she’s been holding back. She pushes you against the chair, and whispers in your ear, “Make sure to keep your promise and help my daughter.”

You give her a slight grin, your face full of satisfaction after hearing those words come out her mouth. Seeing your expression she grabs your cock and aligns it towards her entrance. She comes closer towards your ear and whispers, “I’m trusting you.” 

You immediately feel a hot sensation as she falls onto your cock, spreading her cunt open. She groans as she feels your length breaking her in after many years. You feel her tremble as she gets used to your size, “It’s okay, all the ones I’ve had have the same reaction.”

It doesn’t take long for her to get adjusted, remembering her past sexual experiences. You groan when she tightens up her walls, clamping herself onto your cock. “Ahh fuck…”

“You like that? Me tightening my pussy?”

“It feels great.”

“I suppose you’ve never had a milf pussy before.”

“No, I haven’t but I know you’ll be there to help me with that right?”

She sees you smirk and remains quiet before slowly moving against your length. Your size and girth is overwhelming, something she’s never had before but something she’s been craving for.

“It’s so big, so fucken big…” wrapping her arms around your neck and slowly rides you. She has complete control of her cunt, every time she hits the base she clamps onto your length. 

The two of you continue to fuck, both of you completely sweaty. Out of nowhere you stand up and press her against the couch, “Now it’s my turn.” You pull out your cock and impale her there after, causing her to gasp, “Ahh!”

She startled when you pin her down with your whole weight in every thrust. At the beginning she struggled but being someone with years of experience it didn't take her long to flip the situation. When your cock is pressing against her base she immediately tightens her walls, grasping you. 

“Oh fuck…”

You tried to pull out but it was no use. The amount of strength from her walls was cutting off circulation. She looks at you and says, "Listen to me. I’ll you fuck me as rough as you want, but don’t forget out deal okay?”

“I won’t.”

Hearing your words she lets go of your cock. You don’t give her a chance to do anything else as you pull your cock out. “Ahh… ahh!” She moans as you continue to thrust inside her rapidly. Her small breasts bounce to the rhythm of your movement. 

“Hmph, your pussy is so tight, your husband must have not treated you properly.” There’s no response but you continue to say, “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you’re used properly. I’m going to make you remember what it feels like to be a woman.” 

She can see the outline of your cock on her stomach, her toned body for someone her age. She tries to mask her expression but the way your cock hits every spot makes it hard. She grabs your face and pulls you in with her arms wrapping around your neck. 

You feel her hot breathing as well as her slight cry as you bury yourself in every thrust. “I’m going to cum soon.” 

She opens her eyes, surprised by your words she says, “Cum anywhere you want just not inside me.”

It's understandable, she’s not one of your toys so you say, “I want to cum on your face.”

Her eyes widened, even her husband never asked something like this. She hesitates but remembers that having you cum on her face is better than cumming inside of her. “Okay.” 

You pull out and watch as she quickly gets on her knees. Your cock hovers a few inches above her, your massive length making her face look small. You stroke your cock, enjoying the sight of her waiting to receive your load. 

Without notice, a hot load of cum squirts on her, covering her eyebrows and right eye. It oozes down, ruining her mascara. You continue to paint her whole face, with most focused on the center of her face. Her eyes are closed, but she can feel your gaze, making her feel vulnerable.

“What a perfect view.”

There is a silence so she starts to wipe her face, “Wait, let me get this moment real quick.” She hears a shutter noise and realizes what’s going on. Her heart skips a beat.

—--

After a few minutes the two of you are sitting across from each other like nothing happened. “I’ll keep my part of the deal.” 

“Thank you so much.”

“Don’t thank me just yet. I’ll be calling you from time to time to have more of these meetings.” 

“Ohh… okay, sure.”

“I’ll have someone escort you to the lobby.” You pick up the phone and call Ji-eun to escort her back down.

The two of them walk down the hallway and towards the elevator, “Ma’am, I hope everything went well with your meeting.”

“It… it did.”

“That’s good to hear.”

There is silence in the elevator as it makes its way down. The door opens and they both exit and walk towards the entrance. “It was nice meeting you and hope everything goes well.” She gives a faint smile to Ji-eun, wanting to go visit her daughter after this.

“Oh, by the way, you have a bit of something on your hair ma'am,” says Ji-eun as bows and leaves, heading back to the elevator. 

She quickly rushes to a corner and pulls out a small mirror from her purse. She frantically looks for what Ji-eun mentioned before and finds it. It’s your cum, she quickly picks it off and makes sure there’s nothing more before heading to see her daughter. 

—--

You’re about to end your day when you get a call. You answer and hear Ji-eun on the other side, “Sir, I have someone from the survival show that wants to see you.”

“Who? A producer?”

“No, it’s contestant Minatozaki Sana.”

“Hmm… did she say why she wants to see me?”

“No, she just said it’s urgent.”

“Okay… have her come up.” 

You hang up the phone and are curious about what's going on. It doesn’t take long for both Ji-eun and Sana to come to your office. 

“Welcome Sana, take a seat.”

“Thank you and I’m okay and I'd rather stand. Also, is it possible to talk with just the two of us?”

You nod, signaling Ji-eun to step outside, “Okay. It’s just the two of us. Is there something I can help you with?”

“Yes, there is.”

“How can I help?”

“I want you to bring Momo back.”

“Sorry?”

“I want Momo to return back to the show.”

“I'm sorry, but it’s out of my control. JYP has the final say.”

“No, I know you can. You’re the one in charge, Nayeon unnie told me.”

Curious by her comment, you ask, “What did Nayeon tell you?”

“She mentioned the relationship between the two of you.”

“Hmm… I see. What about it?”

“I’m willing to do the same.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ll let you do whatever you want to me.”

“Are you serious?”

“I am.” Sana undoes her bounce and drops both her bra, revealing her small breast.”

“All of this for Momo?”

“She’s my best friend, I’ll do anything for her, even offer my body to you.”

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A Dirty Obsession - Part 1

My heart thudded in my chest as I nodded, the word "yes" barely escaping my lips. The elevator stopped, and Ravi stepped aside, allowing me to lead the way to his apartment. The door creaked open, revealing a space that was the antithesis of my pristine home. It was cramped and chaotic, with clothes scattered over makeshift bunk beds and the faint scent of spicy food lingering in the air. His room was a testament to his life's authenticity, untouched by the sterile grip of convention.

The flat was shared by eight others, a tapestry of lives sewn together by necessity and shared dreams. The walls were plastered with photos of smiling faces and faraway lands, the floor a patchwork of discarded tools and worn-out shoes. Ravi's bed, a simple mattress on the floor, was the only sign of his personal space, the rest of the room a communal area where the men ate, laughed, and found solace after a day's work. I felt like an intruder in their sanctum, but also a participant in a world so starkly different from my own.

He gestured to a stool at a makeshift table, his hand brushing against my arm as he passed by. The brief touch sent a thrill through my body, my pulse racing as I perched on the edge, watching him move around the cluttered kitchen. The ease with which he navigated the tight space was mesmerizing, his confidence in his own skin a stark contrast to my own self-consciousness.

"No tea tonight, Miss," he said with an apologetic smile. "Only beer left." He pulled out a can from the fridge, the condensation leaving a trail on his hand. "Is that okay?" The question was innocent enough, but the way his eyes held mine as he popped the tab sent a rush of anticipation through my veins. I nodded, my throat dry, as he offered me the cold drink. The clink of the can on the tabletop was the only sound in the room as he took a seat opposite me.

Ravi's eyes searched my face, as if looking for answers to questions he hadn't yet asked. His gaze was intense, but there was a tenderness in it that made me feel exposed. "You look tired," he said, his voice a gentle rumble. "The work, the run, the life—it's all too much for you." His words struck a chord, echoing the thoughts I'd had countless times. I took a sip of the beer, the cold liquid washing over me like a balm.

He leaned closer, his hand reaching for mine. His skin was rough, calloused from a life of manual labor, and it felt alien yet comforting against my soft palm. "Let me help you relax," he murmured, his thumb tracing slow circles on my wrist. My breath hitched, and I could feel the heat pooling between my legs. The air in the room grew thick with unspoken desire, the tension a living entity that seemed to pulse with every beat of my heart.

His friends, sensing the shift in the atmosphere, began to disperse to their own corners of the apartment, giving us a semblance of privacy. The room grew quieter, the only sounds the occasional clink of beer cans and the distant chatter of the city outside. I found myself drawn to Ravi's touch, my body responding in ways it hadn't in years. I wanted this, needed this, the thrill of the unknown and the promise of release that his rough hands held.

He stood, his movements deliberate and slow, and offered me his hand. "Come," he said, his voice a seductive whisper. I followed him, my heart racing, to the makeshift bed that was his sanctuary amidst the chaos. He sat on the edge, pulling me closer, his strong arms wrapping around my waist. My knees buckled slightly, but he held me firmly, his embrace grounding me in a world that was spinning out of control.

His hands began to explore my body, his touch rough yet gentle, as if he knew exactly how much I could handle. My breath grew ragged as his calloused fingers danced over my skin, his lips finding the tender spot below my ear. The sensation was overwhelming, a symphony of sensations that I hadn't felt in so long. His beer belly pressed against me, a stark reminder of his physical presence, his power and dominance.

He unbuttoned my blouse with surprising deftness, his eyes never leaving mine as the fabric parted to reveal my lace bra. His gaze was hungry, his pupils dilated with desire. I felt a thrill of excitement, the kind that comes from standing on the edge of a cliff, unsure if you'll jump or retreat. But there was no going back now, no space for doubt in the heat of the moment.

To be continued

[kriun]

Hands-On Lessons in Anatomy

(Male Reader x Itzy's Yuna, 5.4k Words) Tag: Lots of Anatomy studying goes on, Yuna is just like REALLY into your anatomy, what better way to study the Reproductive System than by reproducing, Vaginal oral and anal sex, Loss of virginity, Yuna looks really sweet and innocent, Some squirting, Creampies, Highly defensive mothers, good thing Yuna loves your sausage, scholarly sex

You both start when your bedroom door suddenly opens, and your mother's head pokes through the narrow gap, her facial expression unreadable as she drinks in the sight of her beloved son sitting next to such a beauty. Said beauty was demurely dressed, and though seated mere inches away from you, betrayed not a hint of tension nor desire; yet your mother's eyes crinkle at the corners nonetheless as she analyzes the girl in ways unbeknownst to the lesser senses of men. Apparently satisfied, she nods at both of you, before dryly announcing, "Your father will be somewhat late tonight, so I'm heading out to do some errands. I should be gone for a few hours..." she seems to linger on those last words, the faintest hint of a smug grin stretching her lips before she disappears once more, leaving with a bland, "Have fun!" as she stomps down the stairs and out the front door. Leaving you entirely alone in the house with the gorgeous Yuna, who innocently indicates the unfinished presentation on the reproductive system you both were currently working on,

"Let's continue then! I'm sure we can get so much done before your parents get home..."

The previous afternoon you had brought Yuna home for the first time, and your mother's eyebrows had quirked in surprise, while your father's had danced a merry polka across his forehead. Naturally they had been shocked their modest son had bagged such a catch, though their enthusiasm had dampened only somewhat when you blushingly informed them that she was just there to work on a project with you for anatomy class. Your dad had suffered from a minute-long coughing fit after that, and your mom's welcoming smile had grown glacial as her non-verbal interrogation of the hussy accompanying her dear child intensified. Evidently Yuna had passed whatever torturous enquiry your mother subjected her to since she was allowed inside of the house, and was given the slow nod of one predator greeting another at the watering hole. Yuna had even been allowed to join you in your room, where you had studiously worked on the presentation, even with your mom wandering in from time to time to offer snacks or drinks; your dad's continuous cackling went unmentioned. Your fellow student had left without incidence, and with the work only halfway finished, you awkwardly informed your parents that she would be returning the next day to help complete it. Your mother's face had been serene while she bobbed her head in acquiescence, and you could have sharpened steel on your father's grin.

When you had returned home today, with Yuna in tow once more, you had been surprised to find that your mother was the only one home, and was wearing her makeup. You had felt Yuna stiffen at the sight of your mother in her war paint, while your mom's gaze swept over every inch of the girl's body, drinking in her modest yet showy outfit, her modest makeup, her appreciable curves, her bashful demeanor. Your mother's eye had twitched, before she welcomed you two in with a cheery smile, and had surprisingly left you both alone to attempt to figure out the least mortifying way to explain sex to your class. After barely half an hour your mom had stuck her head in, told you she was going out, and left you alone with one of the hottest girls in school...

So now there you were, with Shin Yuna mere inches away from you, her curvaceous body distracting you immensely as you struggled to pay attention to the... content of the material. Smart, gorgeous, somewhat bratty, and rumored to be an idol, Yuna had been a favorite of both the teachers and the student body since her arrival. Your lecherous Health teacher had positively leered when he had doled out your topic for the anatomy presentation, and the class had either chortled along or glared at you furiously for your luck in getting picked to partner with her. But so far Yuna had betrayed not an ounce of impropriety, though her every careless touch had set your heart racing, and your pants feeling decidedly too tight. Of course you had tried hard to banish the impure thoughts rushing through your mind, but it was difficult with her hand brushing against yours and her breasts oh so delicately pressing against your arm when she would lean past you. Yuna's innocently pink outfit left little for the imagination as well, and though her most intimate parts were still covered, she still managed to show herself off with a lowcut dress and skirt. You would have thought she was arousing you on purpose, but you were baffled as to why she would show any sort of interest in a normal pleb like you.

After an hour of rigorous if increasingly distracted work clustered around your aged laptop and a heap of textbooks, you had reached an impasse. Yuna sighs in frustration, her luscious lips pouting while she struggles to deal with the problem at hand, namely how best to produce an A+ presentation when you both knew the female half of the class would be bringing their best to the table to try and humble her. She leans close to you, her shoulder sliding against yours as she asks, "So, any ideas?" she waves a hand, "The problem with doing the reproductive system is that itis just so hard to make sound interesting, everyone else will be doing real experiments to show off their parts of the body, but all we have are boring diagrams!" she huffs, "If we got the arms or something we could test how different weights affect the muscle angle, but no," Yuna rolls her eyes, "We got... our bits." Seeking to cheer the gloomy girl up, you awkwardly joke about not having to do any experiments, which makes her eyes narrow. You start to apologize, but she shushes you with a finger, "Shh! I'm thinking..." A surprisingly wicked grin sneaks across her face and is gone before you can even be sure it was even there, as she turns to you and calmly says, "I think we do need to do some experiments..."

"C'mon, take off your pants, we don't have all day you know!" Yuna stares earnestly at you, wiggling her hand at you as if telling you to take your dick out was something girls commonly did during group projects. She puts her hands on her hips and glares at you from her perch on your bed, "How are we supposed to test the statements in this book," she jabs at a textbook detailing in the blandest terms imaginable the act of coitus, "if you don't provide the evidence for the male half of the equation? So, take it out! The project is due tomorrow morning!" You glance around furtively, but under Yuna's intense glare you find your excuses withering on your tongue, surely she knew best, and wasn't as if she wanted to... you know, do it. There had always been rumors, and many of the girls did seem to loathe her unreasonably, but nobody could seriously believe that Yuna could possibly be the school bicycle! So with much trepidation, you drop your pants, and at her further urging, let fall your boxers as well, leaving you with your hands covering your manhood in front of the most gorgeous girl in school. Yuna watches your face turn bright red before noting, "You know, it's hard for me to examine it if your hands are in the way."

"'When aroused,'" Yuna reads, "'the penis becomes engorged, extending to twice or even thrice its flaccid length, and becoming rigid,'" she raises an eyebrow as she pokes at your decidedly undeployed manhood , "So, why is it not hard yet?" She taps at her lips while she ponders the issue, before nodding thoughtfully, "Does your penis require... stimulation? And here I thought boys got hard pretty easily, I noticed you getting a stiffy several times already today!" You sputter out excuses but she silences them with a flick of her pen, "Or, is your member tired because it's been getting up all day?" Yuna hums happily to herself, "There's so much to test for! This project is going to be fun!" Without even bothering to ask permission, she tentatively places her hand on your thigh, watching with interest as your cock twitches from her mere touch, stiffening modestly under her appraisal as your lust eats away at the incontinence caused by your nervousness. "Interesting," Yuna muses, "Describe to me how it feels? We should probably measure it to determine where it lies on the chart for average penis size!" She has a gleam in her eye when she whips out her ruler, and you groan internally, a girl was about to touch your dick for the first time, but she was only doing so for science!

After fifteen minutes of exhaustive and increasingly intimate inspection, Yuna is satisfied with her initial findings, and your poor cock is now firmly erect, "Excellent, I think we have enough information about the male half of the equation, and I can supply the female half on my own. Feel free to put your pants back on," Yuna says absently while she jots down yet more notes, biting her lip while she concentrates. Somewhat disappointed, you hesitantly start to pull your clothes back on when Yuna suddenly stops you, "Wait. We're missing something," she contemplates, "I think... I think we're missing the most important part! We can't just analyze them separately," she looks at you excitedly, "We have to analyze them together! Keep those pants off mister, we still have science to do!" Yuna stands up and reaches under her skirt, before leaning forward to pull down her plain panties, her face only inches away from your manhood. Your heart pounds in your chest as you realize that you are now alone in a room with your cock out, and a girl had just taken her panties off, which could only mean... Yuna hops back onto the edge of your bed and opens her legs, pulling the hem of her skirt up to reveal her nubile pussy, "Now then, let's experiment, shall we?" Yuna asks with relish.

"Hmm," Yuna notates, "the male subject's penis has grown noticeably larger, and the tip is..." she eyes your cock, "now thoroughly engorged with blood, perhaps to aid in penetration?" You continue to stand dutifully in front of Yuna while she jots down her observations, your manhood twitching as you wait only a step away from her font of fertility; your balls aching terribly. She nods in satisfaction, "It would appear that my hypothesis that the presence of an exposed vagina would cause the penis to grow to its maximum extent was correct, now then," Yuna reaches a finger down to probe at her own genitals, running it through her pink folds and pressing at her prominent hood at the top of her slit, "My vulva has become extremely sensitive, and my... oh. Oh my clitoris is... mmmph..." Yuna's eyes roll back as she trembles from her exploration, before regaining control of herself and continuing, "My arousal is also noticeable, and my vagina is..." she shudders as her finger slips inside of herself, "Oh. It is extremely wet..." she removes it, dragging a glistening streamer of grool that she wipes against her bared thigh, "Likely due to the presence of a fully erect and available penis so close to it," Yuna pauses, breathing heavily, her face now as flushed as yours was, "I think... I think we need to proceed with testing... I am... thoroughly aroused," she looks at you plaintively, "and we cannot risk premature ejaculation. Please enter me. Now."

You could not believe it. Yuna, one of queens of the school, was telling you to fuck her, she was begging you to stick your dick inside of her, and she had not even mentioned protection. Your brain was so frazzled by lust you did not even bother to consider the aftereffects of your coitus, you simply stepped between her legs and pushed your cock against her moist slit. Yuna sighs, "Lower, lower, here, let me-" her hand finds your member and guides it to her entrance, so that when you press forward you feel her warmth engulfing your dick. You both groan as you press all the way inside of her, your manhood filling her pussy to the hilt, and you pause there while you both tremble with pleasure. You start to pull back so you might thrust into her once more, but she stops you with a hand on your chest, "Wait... before we continue... describe how I feel... We- we need to record this!" But your hind-brain has no time for such complex thoughts, and your hips unconsciously move on their own, making you both moan once more, "Oh fuck!" Yuna curses, "Your cock... I can't think straight!" Her legs wrap around your waist as she tosses her notebook aside, "Just... just do me, okay? Let's just focus on the sex for now!"

So, you fuck Shin Yuna, just like how she asked you too. Her pussy grips you like a vice while you slide in and out of her, your shaft gleaming with her juices as her cunt slobbers all over you both. And her warmth... you had never realized how warm a girl could be, your cock felt like it was being broiled inside of her and you never wanted it to stop. Yuna seemed similarly afflicted by pleasure, squealing and gasping with every thrust, begging you not to stop as her popular pussy takes every inch of you with euphoric ease. Your balls begin to pulsate, and the thinking portion of your brain battles furiously to take control and shove through the thought that perhaps you should not empty your load ballsdeep into your classmate's fertile pussy; but her legs give you no option of pulling out, "Your cock!" Yuna exclaims with wide eyes, "It's twitching! Are you... oh you are... you're going to inseminate me!" she nods eagerly, "Yes. All in me! Cum in me! Yes! OH FUCK YES!" Yuna shrieks at the top of her lungs as your jizz pours inside of her in an uncontrollable tide, her walls clenching tightly around your length while you spasm atop her, convulsing with pleasure. It feels as if your brain was draining out through your cock, leaving you gurgling while you erratically thrust into her during your orgasm.

It takes at least a minute for you to recover, your nerves shredded with overstimulation as you slowly pull out of Yuna, allowing your conjoined sexual fluids to drip out of her gaping hole. Who looks down in wonder at your slowly softening erection, "That... that was all inside of me?" she breathes, "I can- I can feel your semen inside of me... it's so... sticky," Yuna smiles, "Well that felt... wonderful, the textbooks were correct about that, did the sex feel good for you too?" trembling, she reaches for her notebook, already writing fervently as if your cum was not burping out of her cunt and down the side of your bed. Yuna interrogates you ferociously, asking you how tight she felt? How warm? How wet? How stimulating her vagina was compared to masturbation? Was this your first time (How adorable!)? How large your emissions were compared to normal? How quickly you would be ready for another session of sex? You blink at this last question, looking at her curiously and causing Yuna to pout, "What, did you think this is over already? We need to do several experiments to thoroughly test my hypothesis!" She sighs, whacking your cock with her pen, "Boys. Very well, shall we proceed to the second position then? Or do you require additional stimulation to become erect once more?" You shyly nod, your meat unshriveling at the thought of Yuna's touch, and she tilts her head in acquiescence while she considers what method to best use.

Yuna's head bobs steadily atop your cock, her lips locked tightly around your shaft as she sucks your erection back into being. You groan and hold onto her hair, keeping it out of the way while she does the hard work for you, her eyes narrowed in amusement while you twitch and shudder from her efforts. Yuna takes you all the way to your base, your manhood sliding down her throat, her tongue lapping quickly at your balls until her breath runs out and she pulls back. After giving your tip one final suck, her cheeks hollowing from the pressure, she relents and examines the rigid fruits of her labor, nodding in satisfaction, "Excellent, oral stimulation proved to be as effective as I anticipated," she cocks her head as she looks up at you, her puppydog eyes glistening with a hint of tears as she adjusts her glasses, "Would you say your penis regained its hardness faster than normal?" she jots down your answer before glancing back up at you, "You are paying attention right? This isn't just about your pleasure, we need to get good results for our presentation, and this helps us study for the final test!" Yuna stares in exasperation at your uncomprehending face, "You do know what the final will be on, right? Were you not listening when the teacher said what it would be on?" she smacks your thigh with her notebook, "Sex. Our final will be on sex, and I am not failing," she continues her scholarly abuse, "because my study partner was too busy getting off to help me study properly! So pay attention!" Yuna's hand curls meaningfully around your tender bits, "Got it?" she breathes, and you nod frantically, "Good, the final is in three weeks, and we have so much to test... but first..."

Your classmate wiggles her butt emphatically in the air, bent over your bed with her bottom now completely bare after she pulled her skirt up around her chest; though you would have preferred she kept it lower... "Now then, my hypothesis is that the normal degradation in penile ability caused by successive orgasms can be significantly reduced by increased sexual stimulation," Yuna monologues blithely while her pussy leaks down her sweaty thighs, "Or, at least until the built up hormones from the refractory period causes a complete collapse in your ability to sustain an erection," you grunt your assent while you rub your dick against her rear, admiring the way her waist flairs out into her surprisingly wide hips to accommodate her impressively-sized ass. Yuna continues rambling, unnoticing as your humping grows ever more needy, "This position, Doggy style, is supposedly more stimulating than the Missionary we just enjoyed, so I am curious to see how this affects your stamina and performance..." She glances back at you with a knowing smile, "You may begin, I am... excited to see how this goes as well... Can you find it this time? Here, I'll help," her fingers slither between her thighs and open her folds for you, clearly revealing where her drooling entrance was, "I want to feel your cock inside of me again..."

Yuna's supposition had been entirely correct, Doggy style was more stimulating than missionary, and it was driving you wild. You pant like a wild animal while you rut with her, the slap of her ass against your flesh was deafening while you vigorously fuck her gushing cunt. Yuna whines while you plow her, biting the sheets and moaning as your cock mercilessly tries to beat her pussy out of shape, "Oh- Mmmph! Ngh! Fuck!" Yuna grunts, "Your penis- is so- hard- this- time!" she gasps out between thrusts, "I was- right! You're so- rough!" Yuna makes an bizarre noise, and something wet splatter against your balls, "Oh fuck me! Harder! Yes!" she wails, as you continue to pound away at her from behind, a damp spot spreading beneath the site of your joining. The feeling of her soft cheeks squishing against your crotch was euphoric and you press relentlessly against it while she shoves her ass back at you with equal enthusiasm. Before Yuna had been content to stay still and let you use her like a passive onahole, but now she seemed unable to resist shoving herself back onto you; causing more than a little chaos when you both mistime your thrusts and your cock pops out of the stuffy embrace of her pussy. You waste no time in shoving your manhood back inside of Yuna, and this time after a bit of effort you both manage to synchronize your thrusts, and the steady rhythm of your sex drives you over the edge.

You nearly double over as you force yourself against the meaty bulwark of Yuna's fat ass, your cock pulsating as you unload yet another flood of cum inside of Yuna's fertile pussy. Who gasps and claws at the sheets, wailing with pleasure as your hot seed fills her once more, her back arching until it looks as if she is folded in half. This time the load you left inside of your classmate pours out of her like a waterfall, before she collapses sideways with a groan, letting your congealed juices run down her bruised ass cheek. You collapse onto the bed beside her, and this time you both cuddle in the afterglow of your copulation, while Yuna purringly informs you of her observations, "Well... I was right about Doggy wasn't I? That was... so fucking good, it felt like my brain was going numb..." She wiggles her butt against your flaccid meat, "And you were so... rough! I didn't believe the textbook when it said the presence of semen in a woman's vagina would make his sex more forceful, but... well..." she sighs dreamily, before perking up at your question, "Hmm? Oh, right, you're probably worried about that," Yuna sighs, "Well, if I was ovulating, then yes judging by the sheer quantity of semen drying in my vagina, I would have been impregnated by you. Good job! I am curious though," she muses, "I wonder how it would feel to be knocked up... for studying, of course!"

It takes around ten minutes for Yuna to finish writing her notes down, muttering to herself while she idly toys with your cock in her off-hand, seemingly fascinated by its feel. With a final vigorous motion she underlines her last statement, before looking at you and parting her pert lips, but before she can speak your phone suddenly blares, sending the both of you scrambling. You fumble for your phone' lost somewhere in the twisted sheets, and are unable to find it in time before the call goes to voicemail. Your mothers voice sighs out of the phone when you open the message, "Your father joined me for errands, and we are both now on the way home, we should be back in... twenty minutes, so try and have everything finished up by then, bye." You and Yuna share a look, her expression more than a little miffed at the obvious thought that she might not be able to record another sample, but a look of determination fills her face and she nods confidently, "Okay, this is fine. We can still fit one more test in!" she glances at you, "Start stroking while I get ready," she rushes out of the room, calling over her shoulder, "I'll be right back!" Which was about when you realize just how badly you have to pee, but when you check the nearest bathroom, you hear water running inside, evidently Yuna was suffering from the same issue, so you use your parents' bathroom to unleash what had to be the foulest-smelling piss of your life, which you were careful to flush. You returned to your room to find it empty, with Yuna dashing inside and slamming the door behind her a couple minutes later, now completely naked.

It was somewhat shocking that you had creampied Yuna twice before even seeing her tits, or for that matter, even kissing her, but those were two deficiencies she seemed eager to correct as she presses herself against you. Her lips smash into your own, and her perky breasts squish appealingly against your chest, as she wraps her arms around your neck, her body molding itself onto yours. By the time she broke off the kiss, your faces were both beet-red, your dick was somehow hardening once more. With a sleazy smirk Yuna pushes you back against your bed, kicking a stool in front of you, "Okay, this is going to be super intense, but I think I can bring you to climax about as quickly as the last time," she adjusts her glasses, "You took four minutes and forty-eight seconds by the way, a touch below average, but expected considering your lack of experience... Yuna pauses for a moment, letting you drink in the sight of her curvy form, anointed with delicate looking breasts and conversely redoubtable breeding hips, before turning and allowing you to appreciate the rear view as well. Then she steps back onto the stool, such that your erection poked against her thighs just beneath her cheeks, and grasping your dick firmly one one hand, rubs it against her sopping folds, "I'll be moving this time, okay?" Yuna informs you clinically, "I think this will go faster with me being the active one..." and promptly sits on your cock.

You shudder as your member enters the now familiar swampy confines of Yuna's cunt, her folds greeting you as enthusiastically as the first time you had visited. Your classmate rides you skillfully, or, at least you thought she was, it wasn't like you had beautiful babes bouncing on your dick regularly, but whatever she was doing still felt amazing. But even with Yuna's hips writhing down your length repeatedly, causing you to groan in time with her own squeaks, it still felt as if there was a barrier you were unable to cross, that you were unable to truly approach climax. After a couple minutes of euphoric torture, your lover notices your progress plateauing and pauses, resting her cheeks against your crotch, "Fascinating, your refractory period seems to have intensified, I wonder if we continued too soon... oh well," Yuna winks, "good thing I prepared for this!" She unmounts you slowly, leaving behind a gooey slick of fluids that coats your cock, before grabbing your manhood and orienting it back towards you. Before you can process what she was doing, Yuna was already shoving your dick into her rear hole, its entry lubricated by your shared sexual juices. If you had thought Yuna's pussy had been vice-like, her anus made her cunt feel downright loose. It felt as if her ass was trying to rip the skin off of your shaft, mercilessly crushing your manhood in its warm coils. Then she started bouncing on your cock, and your soul nearly left your body as pleasure shoots from your groin. It would take a mere seventeen seconds (Yuna would smugly inform you afterwards) of intensive stimulation from anal sex for you to orgasm, grasping Yuna's waist for support while your balls offered up what meagre sperm still remained inside of them to her insatiable anus.

This time there was little mess when Yuna removes your cock from her hole, her asshole clenching shut the moment your tip slides out of her butt. She bites her lips, clearly relishing the moment as she touches her belly, "Oh... I can feel your semen so much better in my anus than in my vagina, how odd..." she cocks her head before glancing at the clock, her eyes widening, "Your parents are already here! They're five minutes early!" Yuna bawls and she scrambles to collect her scattered clothes. You follow suit, hauling on your outfit with undue haste as you hear your front door creaking open and your mother calling up in greeting. Yuna hurriedly flips your blanket over, since there would be no disguising the massive wet marks covering it, and hops atop it, assuming a mien of supreme relaxation as footsteps stomp up the stairs. You plop down onto the floor, kicking her panties beneath your bed as you nervously pretend as if you had been typing furiously away at your laptop this whole time, and not plowing the nubile beauty reclining on your bed. You both have the merest of seconds to get your mannerisms straight before your bedroom door cracks open and your mother peers in.

You both glance up at her like startled animals, your faces flushed and sweaty, and you give her a nervous grin. Your mother quietly takes in the scene, disdaining to acknowledge the blatantly obvious evidence that something had been amiss, before her eyes bore into the slut reclining on her son's bed. Yuna maintains a façade of complete innocence, but your mom's nostrils flare, and her eyes crinkle ever so slightly in disgust, before asking glacially, "So. Did you two get much work done?" Yuna nods energetically, "Oh yes, ma'am!" she gushes, "We got so much research done, our presentation is definitely going to be the best! We even got some studying in for the final!" Your mother grunts, "I see. Will you be staying for dinner? We are having sausages, and I'm sure a growing girl like you would enjoy seconds..." Yuna pouts, "Oh, I'm so sorry, but I really must be going! My big sister will be here any minute now to pick me up! But I would love to return later to sample your cooking, I'm sure it is quite delicious!" she beams endearingly. Your mother grunts approvingly, "See that you do, I put a lot of effort into my meals..." she gives Yuna a level glare, before gifting you with an approving smile, and shuts the door behind her.

After a few minutes getting organized, and gifting your laptop to Yuna for the night so she could compile her analysis into the slideshow, the supposed slut flounces her way out your bedroom door, and almost makes her escape before your mom could catch her. You watch from the top of the stairs as your mother leans in to whisper in Yuna's ear, seeing your classmate stiffen before slightly less enthusiastically sauntering out into the night. Your mother preternaturally glances up, catching your gaze before calling, "You stink, next time open a window in there, your room was appallingly stuffy, now go shower, dinner will be ready soon!" As you hustle into your room you hear her snap at your father, "And you stop laughing! One more joke and you're sleeping on the couch mister!" Well, it sounded like you had managed to lose your virginity without your parents noticing! Adults could be so oblivious sometimes, you chuckle to yourself as you extract Yuna's panties from beneath your bed, maybe you should return these...

Yuna hums as she bounces along the sidewalk, enjoying the chill of the night against her sweaty skin until she spots her minder waiting for her. She waves enthusiastically as Yeji lurches up from her seat atop a prone figure, disgorging what sounds like a liter of semen from her cunt as she stands. Yeji greets her junior warmly, before asking as the pair wander away, "So, did you manage to get any work done?" Yuna giggles, "Of course! It's a good thing the teacher gave us the Reproductive System, we were able to get so much research done!" Yeji chuckles knowingly, Yuna's teachers had not required much... encouragement to adjust their curriculums to better suit her maknae's needs, "So," she sighs, "Is it love, again?" "Of course!" Yuna gushes, "My heart was fluttering the whole time! It was so hard pretending to be all calm and studious, he was just so adorable, I wanted to eat him all up!" Yeji ruffles Yuna's hair endearingly, "Well try not to break this one, his mom works at JYPE, and honestly her pussy kind of smells..." Yuna huffs in annoyance, "And she was getting all mad at me for squirting all over my darling's sheets! Ugh!"

Later that night your phone pings, as Yuna sends you a message eagerly asking to come over tomorrow for some more studying. After all, her message reads, you still had to test out the sexual efficacy of her hair, hands, breasts, mouth, tongue, armpit, tummy, thighs, feet, legs, anus (again), and more compared to her vagina!

Yuna truly was a great student when it came to studying Anatomy!

[kriun]

Margin of Error

aespa Winter x Reader

Tags: Fluff

2k words

A/N: Wrote this for a Momentous Events prompt hosted by @suchsweetstories. Thanks for putting it together! Fic's just plot and fluff, but you can find some smut if you squint. This was sitting in the freezer for a while, but it seemed appropriate to release it now, since the author graduated this weekend as well :)

A little searching, wandering—and you stumble upon a free seat with a clear view of the stage. Not too close to the crowd’s bustle; not too far that you might as well be watching the live stream. The Goldilocks zone, if you will.

The loudspeaker hisses to life with a couple of taps—metallic, a little corroded. “The degree-awarding ceremony will begin shortly,” the presenter announces.

Your eyes drift to the group gathered near the stage.

Some students are laughing, sharing final inside jokes before they go their separate ways. Others—searching the audience for familiar faces, eyes darting through rows of chairs. For you, it’s the other way around.

You scan the sea of gowns for Minjeong—but no luck.

Your phone buzzes with a text from her: “Might be a little late. Don’t freak.”

Great. Not that it surprises you by now. Late for her own graduation, of course.

It’s not worth panicking yet. Her name’s towards the end of the list, last you checked.

Besides, you’ve never done things the easy way with her. That's simply far too boring for Minjeong. A few variables off, and her name might not have been on the list at all.

Frankly, it’s a miracle she got any studying done.

—

“One last time, what’s the epsilon-delta definition of a limit?” You tap your pen on the table, trying to pull her focus back from whatever she’s staring at outside—birds, clouds, anything but the math in front of her.

Minjeong lets out a dramatic groan and drops her head to the table. “Isn’t it break time yet? I’m pretty sure we’ve been studying longer than legally allowed.”

“There’s no limit on that.” You nudge the book towards her, smiling. “But the definition of the one I asked still needs to happen.”

“Uh, let me think. The limit of a function as x approaches c is L if…” She scratches her chin for a while, then tosses her hands up in defeat.

“You skipped the part that actually defines it.”

“Didn't I say a break would help me?” she retorts. “We could play something for a bit. Might clear my head.”

You close the textbook. There's no way anything’s getting into her head in this state.

“Alright. What do you wanna do?”

She scoots her chair in. “No clue,” she says, locking eyes with you. “Was hoping you might have an idea.”

There's a glimmer in her eyes—you know it’s never good news.

“I don't like where this is going.” You look away.

She slips a hand around your waist and leans in. Her floral scent takes over your breath. “You sure about that?”

You thread fingers through her hair. “You always try to flirt your way out of studying.” An accusation—but it barely sounds like one out loud. Not when you’re being compliant, right there with her.

“Oh, not always.” Her lips curl into a smile. “Just the pretty ones distracting me, causing trouble.”

“I don’t like the plural in that.”

A soft laugh slips from her mouth. “You're the only pretty one for me, baby.” She presses her lips to your forehead.

“Knew studying at your place and not the library was a bad idea.”

She shuts you up with a kiss on your lips. Her lips are warm and sweet—you've always loved the taste. Your fingers find her chin and tilt her head towards you, the tip of her nose brushing against yours.

Her hand drifts lower, fingers trailing along your thigh, edging dangerously close.

“Minjeong…” you sigh. “We're not covering any material like this.”

“How can we if this is much more fun?” Her voice turns musical, sing-song.

You part your lips to protest, but deep inside, you can only agree. Or, heck, she’s made you. Either way: “Fine… but revise your definitions by tomorrow. We need to start with problems.”

“Let's solve this problem first.” Her hand slips beneath your waistband—the motion pulls a sharp moan from your throat.

“Fuck.”

—

The first name echoes through the room. It’s all surprisingly simple, considering the years of effort it took to get here. Your name gets called: you walk up, collect your degree, and move on. There’s some polite applause. Symbolic, mostly.

That’s how it’s supposed to go, assuming you’re around when your name is called. A small, crucial detail.

One name becomes two, then four, and before long—whole sections blur past, names checked off like errands.

Good news: they’re sticking to the order.

Bad news: almost half of the list is done, and still no sign of Minjeong.

You text her, ”Your turn’s about to come, get your butt here ASAP.”

Your phone buzzes almost instantly—maybe she’s nearby. Instead, you’re met with a: “Pick up where you left off. Continue watching: Legally Blonde.”

Thanks, but with the girl missing in action and your memories interrupting at random—you're mostly covered on the academic drama front.

You get up and rush toward the front, pushing past swathes of people, looking for someone in charge. Maybe you can convince them to push her name down the list.

Every name called shrinks the odds of her making it. She didn’t work this hard—pull all those sleepless nights—just to miss her own graduation.

But then again, Minjeong was never one to shy away from long shots.

(Mostly, cut her a little slack.)

—

“This pasta is so bland. Even the fast food place I work at has more flavor.” She drops her fork on the plate, unimpressed.

“Minjeong, you were in charge of seasoning tonight.” You stare at her, deadpan.

“Was I? Maybe that’s why we get complaints about taste all the time.” She sighs. “I’ll get the oregano. How’d your exam go?”

She walks barefoot to the kitchen, the loose hem of her t-shirt brushing just past her hips.

“Fine. That cheat sheet you scribbled extra stuff on? One of those actually came in handy.”

“So I did well to ignore your instructions.” A proud little smirk tugs at her lips as she stands leaning against the kitchen counter.

“Don’t make it a habit.”

A buzz rattles the table. You glance at her phone, then meet her eyes. “Your Lin Alg grades are out.”

She freezes. Wipes her hands on a napkin and rushes over. The phone screen lights up her face—then drains it.

“No way…” Her shoulders slump. Head tilts to the side, heavy.

“What is it?” You have an idea, but you have to ask.

“Fucking D,” she hisses. “I'm failing this course too unless I get an A on the final.”

For a moment, neither of you say anything. You drag your fork across the plate—a soft scrape.

“At least there's still a chance,” you offer.

“A long one.”

“Minjeong.” You shrug. “You haven't exactly been a star student so far.”

“Yeah, I think the grades made that clear.” She crosses her arms. “Thanks for rubbing it in.”

“That's not what I meant, idiot.” You push your plate away. “I'm saying if you, for once, actually look at your books while studying—you might do okay. Or not. But you'll never know unless you do.”

She keeps staring at her phone, like she could will her grade to change now if she focused hard enough.

Her fingers tap slowly on the table. “Guess I have no other option now. I have to cover a semester's worth of content in 2 weeks… and somehow score an A on that.”

“Not easy, but not unheard of. Finish your dinner, and let’s get to it.”

—

“What do you mean—you can't?” you snap, voice rising.

“It should be clear what that means. I can’t change the order now.”

“It’s a...” Your eyes dart around, scrambling for an excuse. An ambulance helpline poster catches your eye.

“Medical emergency,” you blurt. “She’s in the—uh—ER right now. We can get a certificate later if anyone asks.”

The admin lady stares at you, blank. “Doesn’t sound like she’ll make it even if she’s last.”

“She might,” you say—weakly. Shouldn’t have gone with that stupid excuse.

“There’s another event booked right after. We don’t have any breathing room.”

“That sounds like irresponsible scheduling.”

She exhales sharply. “Look, these things are decided far in advance. She can get her degree later. It’s no big deal.”

Nothing left to say that won't get you kicked out. You shake your head and make your way back up the stairs to your seat, pretending you don’t want to shove the nearest wall.

You scroll through the list on your phone, flicking each name out of the frame as it’s called. Your heart skips a beat when hers slides in from the bottom. Just a few people to go.

A message from her: ”Almost there.”

“Stop wasting time typing and just get here,” you shoot back.

Time suddenly speeds up. Names roll by faster than ever. You fidget with your collar, trying to loosen it.

And then—it’s her name that's about to slide past, leave the frame.

The hall is impatient. The microphone crackles; the next name’s already loaded on the tongue of the announcer.

“Kim Minjeong.” Her name echoes through the room. Nobody steps forward.

—

“Kim Minjeong.” The voice from the laptop snaps her out of her daze. “I hope you were paying attention.”

She blinks and sits up straighter on her bed. “Yes. Yes, I was. It’s just… a lot to take in. Sorry.”

“We hate having to terminate students as much as anyone. But with some effort, you can still turn things around.”

“Thank you,” she says quietly, and shuts the laptop.

You dim the light and climb into bed beside her. “You doing okay?”

She drops her head to your chest, whispering, “What the fuck am I doing with my life?”

Not exactly the kind of question school prepares you for.

“It’s just a minor setback,” you murmur. Not completely truthful, but what else can you say?

“No.” Her voice catches, thin and watery. “I’m going to get kicked out of college. My parents were right all along.” She rubs a tear off her cheek. “I’m… I’m just wasting everyone’s time. Mine, yours.”

Soon, it's more than she can wipe. Tears slip down and soak into your shirt.

“You’ve been so sweet to me, and I’ve done nothing but waste your time.” Her hands tremble as she grips your shirt tightly.

“They’re wrong.”

“Who?”

“Your parents. They’re wrong, Minjeong. You’re not wasting anyone’s time. If I didn’t want to be here, I wouldn’t be.” The weight in your voice surprises you a little, too.

“I know you want to. You help me so much. But I still don’t get anything done.”

“That’s not true. You started studying. I’ve seen it, the past few months—you’ve changed.”

“And I flunked two courses anyway.” She presses herself harder into your chest, voice muffled. “Maybe I’m just not cut out for this.”

“I can’t tell you how to live your life. But what I can is… things don’t always change overnight.” You slip fingers into her hair, stroking gently. “If you want something, you've gotta keep showing up—even on days you wanna fling the book out the window—and hope they will one day.”

“Do you think they will?” The eyes you’ve known for years look up at you—there’s something different in them tonight.

“I do.”

Hope, maybe.

“I’ll keep trying then. If not for me…” she trails off, eyes disappearing into the ceiling.

“What was that?”

“Nothing.”

You don’t press. But it lingers between you, warm and real.

She asks: “Wanna head to the library later?”

“Ehh, might skip today. Kinda sleepy,” you mumble, faking a yawn.

“Shut up. You’re coming with me.”

—

You freeze when her name is called. Two calls, then they move on, that’s what the admin said.

One’s already passed. Time slows to a crawl. Your knee won’t stop bouncing. The seat edge might as well crumble under your grip.

The quiet swells, heavy and taut, like a held breath about to snap. Your chest tightens at everything she’s—you’ve—given up for this moment. And she might miss it.

Then the door by the students’ section swings open, and in she walks.

There’s hardly an outfit she can’t pull off. Honestly, you’re jealous of her versatility—her being your girlfriend only makes it slightly less unfair. Sundresses, crop tops, jeans, skirts, sweaters, leather jackets: you name it, she wears it better than anyone in the room.

But the Minjeong you see now—hair disheveled beneath her square cap, breath ragged, stole hanging lopsided over a gown that doesn’t quite fit, shoelaces tied in a rush—the one who dragged herself out of the dirt to get here.

This one might be the prettiest of them all.

Her name is called—again. She finds you in the crowd almost instantly, eyes lighting up the moment they meet yours. Her hand lifts in a faint wave as she heads up the stairs to the stage.

She doesn’t always make it easy. But she always makes it.

—

“What was so important that you almost missed your fucking graduation?” You stare daggers at her.

She shrinks a little in her gown, clutching her degree in one hand like a hall pass.

“Uh—my friend’s puppy ate a bag of chocolate almonds, then puked on my laptop. And that turned into, like, a whole thing. Don’t ask.”

“That counts as a medical emergency, right?”

“I suppose.”

You shrug. “Then I didn’t totally lie to the admin.”

Her brow furrows. “What?”

“Don’t ask.”

“I’m sorry.” She exhales softly, lips pouting. “I'll try to fuck up less. Promise.”

“We’ll see about that. Dinner’s on you tonight—Kim Minjeong, certified engineer.”

A disbelieving scoff, a shake of her head. “Some engineer. But yeah, I'll get dinner.” Minjeong takes off her cap and gently sets it on you, still warm.

You blink.

Her hand lingers at the edges. She bites her lip, tilting the cap this way and that—adjusting, pondering. After a moment, she finds an angle she likes and steps back with a quiet, satisfied smile.

—

[kriun]

Photographic Content - Jaylyn

About a month or so had passed since I posted the sex videos I made with Aless onto my OnlyFans account, and since then I’ve had a massive increase of subscribers on the platform, and most of them if not all were already subscribers to Aless’ OnlyFans account. After telling Aless about this piece of good news during one of our off-camera fuck sessions, she suggested that I should start including different subjects into my content and not just focus on her alone. With her suggestion looming in my head, I began looking through the list of people that I follow on social media, and soon I found the perfect person to be my next OF feature. Her name was Jaylyn, and for quite some time I’ve had sexual fantasies about her and that was about it. But now with my OF up and running proper, the thought of asking Jaylyn for a photoshoot before turning it into a fuck session got me all horny and ready to devour her. Finishing my packing, I sent a text to Jaylyn asking if she was free anytime soon for a quick photoshoot. To my surprise, not only was Jaylyn online at the time of me asking the question, but she also replied to arrange for the photoshoot to take place within the next two days, and she even had a place in mind as well. After agreeing to the time and place that Jaylyn proposed and placing my phone aside, I took out a few pieces of laminated printouts, which were in fact printed photos of Jaylyn, and masturbated to her photos while thinking of what I was going to do to her in the days to come... 

On the day of the photoshoot, I arrived at the agreed location rather early in the morning, carrying two bags worth of camera and videography gear while standing outside the location. While waiting for Jaylyn to show up, two questions that was at the back of my mind came up to the surface: Why of all places that can be used for a photoshoot did Jaylyn decide on a gym and why was this gym in particular... so devoid of people. Taking my phone out and going to the message that she sent, I confirmed that this was indeed the place without a doubt, but the lack of human traffic somewhat unnerved me a little. I won’t have time to give much thought to the issue though, as Jaylyn soon showed up in front of me. Wearing a black sleeveless round-neck top and a grey skirt with a thin, white fleece windbreaker over her and carrying a duffel bag in one hand, Jaylyn spotted me standing outside the gym and quickly walked towards me. 

J: Oh hey, T! Sorry I’m late, I got caught up in traffic, there was an accident on the way here. Hope you didn’t wait for too long? 

T: Hi, Jaylyn! Oh no, I arrived not long ago as well so don’t worry too much about it. This sudden request for a photoshoot, hope it didn’t disrupt your plans for today. 

J: Oh, it’s fine, my schedule’s open for the next few days, at least until my boyfriend return from his overseas work trip. So don’t worry too much about it! 

T: Oh, okay. As long as I’m not taking up too much of your time, then I guess it should be fine right?  Haha. 

J: Yeap! Anyway, since we’re all here and ready, let’s head inside! 

Taking the lead, Jaylyn led me into the gym, which as I had previously guessed, was completely empty. As I followed behind Jaylyn, the sound of her mentioning her boyfriend slightly annoyed me, which in turn made me more than ready to tear Jaylyn apart for the sake of my OF channel. As we walked past the front counter of the gym and headed to the main area where all the equipment is usually located, Jayly abruptly stopped walking and turned to face me. As I wasn’t paying attention to where I was walking, I ran right into Jaylyn but at the last moment, both of us managed to catch ourselves. 

J: Ooopfh! Sorry, T! Are you alright? 

T: Woah! Y-Yea I’m fine, Jaylyn. Sorry for walking right into you. 

J: Ehe... so uhm, you might be wondering... why is the gym completely empty right? 

T: I won’t say that question never crossed my mind but yeah, I’ve been meaning to ask you the same thing as well. 

J: Well, I kind of asked my boyfriend to do me a favour, so he booked the whole gym just for my photoshoot! I know, bit of an overkill but hey at least we have the whole place to ourselves. And no one would intrude on us too! 

T: I mean... well that’s true enough I guess. But why a gym of all places for the photoshoot? 

J: Well, I get to work-out while I’m doing the photoshoot, so why not right? Ehe~ Two birds with one stone! 

T: No comment on that statement. Anyway, do you want to go get changed first? I need a bit of time to set up the equipment too. 

J: Sure thing, I’ll be back in a bit! 

With that said, Jaylyn took her duffel bag and headed for the changing room, while I placed my bags down and took out the required equipment, setting it up around the main area of the gym. Despite not being in the studio and setting it up on my own, I somehow managed to finish the setup earlier than expected, and Jaylyn wasn’t even back from the changing room just yet. Noticing that she still hasn’t returned, and with the thought of masturbating to her photos last night appearing in my mind, I took out a small GoPro camera from one of the side pockets and quietly headed for the changing room area. 

Approaching the female changing room, I slowly pushed the door opened and peeked into the room, not seeing any signs of Jaylyn inside. Thinking that she might be in one of the cubicles, I silently stepped into the changing room, quietly closing the door behind me before I started looking for the cubicle that Jaylyn was in. It didn’t take long before I located Jaylyn and with the full knowledge that there was no one else in the gym besides the two of us, I quietly entered the cubicle next to hers and placed the seat of the toilet down, carefully standing on it as I gingerly aimed the GoPro over into Jaylyn’s cubicle, making sure to set it on “Recording”. Looking at the screen of the GoPro, I noticed that Jaylyn was on a video call with who I assumed was her boyfriend. 

J: So yeah, I just arrived at the gym. Thanks for helping me and my photog book the whole place, baby. You’re the best! 

BF: Anything for you, baby. Are you in the changing room now? 

J: Mhm, my friend’s setting up the equipment outside. Why the question? 

BF: Oh, just wondering if you could... y’know, give me something in return since I’m overseas and all.. 

J: Oh... that huh..? Just say so..~ 

Putting her phone on the cistern cover before turning to face the camera, I watched through the GoPro as Jaylyn slowly took off her skirt first, pulling down her beige-coloured panties and hanging it at the hook on the door alongside her skirt, showing for her boyfriend (and by extension showing me as well) her clean, shaven pussy. As if that wasn’t enough, Jaylyn then proceeded to take off her black top, which revealed that she was only wearing nipple stickers and no bra at all underneath. Hanging the black top on the same hook, Jaylyn started peeling off the nipple stickers with one hand, while her other hand began fingering her own pussy, Jaylyn moaning softly for her boyfriend and for my GoPro. As I continue recording Jaylyn through the GoPro, I could distinctively feel my dick getting rock-hard just from her moans alone. 

Tossing the nipple stickers aside and leaning against the cubicle door, Jaylyn took her phone and aimed the camera at her pussy, her fingers busy pleasuring it as she continued to moan seductively. Through the GoPro, I caught a glimpse of her boyfriend on the other end of the video stroking his own dick to the beat of Jaylyn’s masturbating, and subconsciously my free hand had already unzipped my pants and was now stroking my erection at the same pace that she was masturbating. 

J: Mmm... aaahhnn... I’m so wet down there already... are you also... jerking off to me baby..?~ 

BF: What do you think, you little slut..? Fuck you make my dick so fucking hard... I want to hear you moan and watch you cum, Jaylyn... like the good little slut you are with me in private. 

J: Yes, baby... I’ll start cumming for your big dick... can’t wait to have it in me again when you’re back...~ 

Putting her phone back on top of the cistern cover, Jaylyn started fingering her pussy faster and deeper, moaning louder and louder as she now began squeezing her own tits and pinching her own nipples hard, moaning her boyfriend’s name loudly as she pushed her hand further into her soaking wet pussy, her own fingers rubbing the insides rapidly. While Jaylyn continues masturbating live for her boyfriend, on the adjacent cubicle I was stroking my dick faster and harder too, the GoPro fully aimed and zoomed in on Jaylyn’s desirable and slutty body, focusing on her pussy. Soon, Jaylyn quickened the pace of her masturbating, and it didn’t take long before she let out a loud moan as her hand rubbed at her clitoris as fast as possible, throwing her head back as she orgasmed and squirted hard for her boyfriend, who also groaned on the other end of the video call, seemingly having cummed at the same time as Jaylyn. Hearing Jaylyn moan and orgasm while in the adjacent cubicle pushed me over the edge too, myself letting out an silent moan of relief as I ejaculated onto the divider, wishing that it was Jaylyn’s face I was spraying my spunk onto. Panting hard, Jaylyn took her phone and moved it to show her boyfriend a clear view of her now-sweaty naked body, pausing at her pussy as she spread her pussy lips apart with her free hand, showing her partner just how wet and horny she was. 

J: Mmmm... now I really can’t wait for you to come back... so that I can feel your dick inside me... fucking my pussy senseless...~ 

BF: I’ll be back next week, you little slut... bear with it for now okay, my baby whore? 

J: Mmkay... i should get changed too, I don’t want to keep my photog waiting too long. I’ll call you again later, baby~ Love you~ 

BF: Alright, love you too love. 

Hearing Jaylyn hang up the call, I quickly turned the GoPro off and waited patiently, leaving only when the sound of the changing room door opening and closing was heard. Quickly cleaning up, I made my way out of the changing room and headed back to the main area, making sure that Jaylyn didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary. As I returned to the main area of the gym, Jaylyn was already sitting on one of the bench presses, wearing a beige sports top and grey trackpants while looking through her phone.

J: Oh hey, T! I didn’t see you when I came back from the changing room. Did something happen? 

T: OH uh... I just had to use the bathroom, that’s all. Sorry for making you wait. Are we ready to start the photoshoot? 

J: Yes, let’s start! How do you want the photoshoot to turn out? 

T: Since we’re in a gym... maybe I’ll take photos of you as you work out? Would that be okay with you? 

J: Ah... yea, that’d be the best actually! I had that exact same idea in mind as well! 

T: Treat this like a normal photoshoot, no need to be too formal. Why not you get your warm-ups done first, and I’ll get my stuff running, how does that sound? 

J: Okay~! 

Having said that, Jaylyn stepped to one side of the gym and began doing her own warm-up stretches, while I went back to the cameras and ensured that all of it was turned on. While behind the cameras, I set all of them to video-recording mode instead of photo-taking mode, and after testing and confirming that the remote-controlled swivels for each camera was working properly, I took out another camera that was only meant for photo-taking and stood back in front of the other cameras. At the exact moment that I was done tweaking my setup, Jaylyn was also done with her warm-ups, and she now sat on the sit-up bench, doing some final stretches while her back was facing me. The sight of her glistening back gave me the urge to drop the pretence and just fuck her there and there, but I fought off the idea and instead cleared my throat, which made Jaylyn turn her back towards me. Seeing that I’m all ready for the shoot, Jaylyn got into position and the shoot soon went underway. 

As the first hour passed by, I was subconsciously inching my way closer to Jaylyn while snapping photos of her in quick succession, each photo taken reminding me just how much of a perverse, horny slut Jaylyn really is in private, each movement of hers reminding me just how much I wanted to violate her, consensual or otherwise. As the perverse thoughts began running wild in my mind, my dick was starting to stiffen in my pants, and by the time I noticed the tightness in my pants my dick was already fully erect. Quickly looking up from behind the camera, I gave Jaylyn a quick peek and was relieved that she didn’t seem to have noticed anything different... or at least I thought she didn’t. 

As the shoot carried on into the second hour, from behind the camera I started to notice that Jaylyn was occasionally looking at my camera and by proxy, at me as well. While it isn’t out of the norm usually, the way that she looked at me didn’t feel like it was an accidental kind of thing... but more like she did it intentionally. Thinking that maybe something was wrong, I lowered my camera and looked at Jaylyn who in return looked right back at me. 

J: Is something wrong, T? You look a bit out of sorts... 

T: No it’s just... I notice you were looking at the camera quite randomly in between shots, so I thought you had a different idea or something.. 

J: Oh, no that’s not why! Don’t worry, we can carry on with the shoot! 

T: Well, if you say so... 

J: Actually, can you take the photos closer? Like... get nearer to me. 

T: Don’t see why not.. 

As I walked towards Jaylyn who had gotten into the sit-up position on the bench, my eyes quickly darted across her body from head to toe. Having witnessed how much of a slut she was in the cubicle earlier and with how much pussy juice she squirted out just from finger-fucking herself, the thought of having a swing at that clean, shaven pussy got my sexual urges for her elevated even further, which in turn got my already fully erected dick even more stiff. As I resumed my photo-taking with my dick still fully erect in my pants, I did not realise that Jaylyn was moving closer towards me even though she was still on the bench. Closing in on the third hour as Jaylyn moved on to another part of the gym, I noticed that not only was Jaylyn getting closer to me each time we moved to a different set of equipment, but she was looking directly at the camera more frequently. Before I could process the situation, Jaylyn abruptly stood up from the bench that she was sitting on and turned to face me. 

J: Hey T, I think I want to get some extra exercise in... think you can help me with that? 

T: Extra exercise? What do you have in mind, Jaylyn? 

J: Hmm... something that can help with my overall body muscles. I have something in mind for that, just need you to agree to help me with it. 

T: I mean... yea sure, why not? What do you need me to do, Jaylyn? 

J: Just stand in front of me for now~ 

Confused as to what it was that Jaylyn wanted my help with, I nodded my head and stood in front of her, my camera keeping her in frame. Sitting upright on the bench and without saying a word, Jaylyn reached for my pants and boxers and pulled it down slightly with one hand, freeing my painfully erect dick from its confines before wrapping her other hand around the base of it and stroking it slowly, which in turn caused me to let out a loud moan of pleasure and surprise. Ignoring my moans, Jaylyn then began licking the head gently, her hand still stroking it at a steady pace. 

T: J-Jaylyn, wait a minute! What are you doing...?! 

J: Exercising my hand and mouth, what else does it look like? 

Throwing me a cheeky smirk, Jaylyn now wrapped both her hands around my dick and stroked it hard and slow, taking part of the head in her mouth and sucking on it loudly, causing me to moan even louder as I instinctively placed one hand on the back of her head while my other hand switched the camera I was holding to video-record, the lens fully focused on Jaylyn sucking my dick. Feeling my hand on the back of her head, Jaylyn reactively pushed her head further down my dick as she took as much of my dick in her mouth as possible and when she could fit no more, began bobbing her head up and down fervently while her hands started stroking whatever was left of my dick that her mouth couldn’t take faster and harder, her saliva flowing down the girth of my dick in quick succession. 

T: J-Jaylyn! At this rate I’m going to...!! 

J: Mmmm?? Mmmmm~ *continues sucking and deepthroating as much of my dick as she could manage* 

T: F-FUCK!!! C-Cumming Jayl—Agh!! 

J: Mmmmm!!! 

Still holding onto the camera with one hand while my other hand firmly held her head in place, I shoved as much of my dick into and down Jaylyn’s mouth and throat as I could and groaned loudly, ejaculating a massive load of cum straight down her airway. Feeling my thick hot cum suddenly gushing down her throat and into her stomach, Jaylyn widened her eyes in shock as she surprisingly swallowed the whole load of my cum without issues, her tongue licking the head fast at the same time as I could only moan loudly in pleasure at how good her dick-sucking skills is. After licking my dick for a couple more minutes, Jaylyn cheekily popped my dick out from her mouth and used her tongue to lick up the remaining bits of cum around the head. 

T: What... what was that for, Jaylyn...?! Don’t you have a boyfriend or something...?! 

J: Oh, don’t be shy T. I saw you had a boner, so I thought I’d help you relieve the pressure~ Besides... 

T: B-Besides what, Jaylyn? Say it.. 

J: Nope, I’m not going to say it~ let’s carry on with the photoshoot~ And there’s no need to wear your pants, let your dick rest easy~ 

Ignoring the look of bewilderment of my face, Jaylyn moved towards the weightlifting section of the gym and after setting up the dumbbell, began lifting it like anyone else would. Utterly confused with what just took place, I switched my camera back to photo-taking mode and resumed taking pictures of Jaylyn but this time I zoomed in onto Jaylyn’s body, focusing on her tits and crotch area as the image of her sucking on my dick like a slut raced through my mind once again, the warmth of her mouth and throat still freshly imprinted on my erection, which were ready for more of Jaylyn.

Halfway through the weight-lifting shoot, Jaylyn placed the dumbbell back onto the rack and turned to look at me, her eyes quicky darting to my still-erect and exposed dick before coming back to the camera lens. Catching the brief glance, I lowered the camera and looked at Jaylyn, thinking if there was something she wanted. 

T: Is... something on your mind, Jaylyn? 

J: Let’s change to something else. Something more... focused. 

T: Okay... what do you have in mind? 

J: Maybe this~ 

Walking away from the weight-lifting section, Jaylyn moved to the benches that are usually used for sit-ups while I followed behind her, my camera still pointed at her. Going towards the widest bench available, Jaylyn sat down on it briefly before getting into the bridge position, her ass sticking out in my direction and my dick instinctively twitching and aching to fuck that ass of hers roughly. And treating it as though I wasn’t there half-naked, Jaylyn then proceeded to pull her track pants down, revealing not only the fact that she wasn’t even wearing anything underneath to cover her ass and pussy, but that her pussy was slightly wet and dripping. If the sight of her ass propped up didn’t turn me on further, the sight of her moist pussy most certainly did. Both eyes and camera now solely fixed on that wet honeypot that is her pussy, I slowly approached Jaylyn from behind as she continued doing her stretches, seemingly not caring that I was getting nearer to her body from the back. 

J: Oh I can feel the stretch in my abdomen... kind of tight too... T, help pull my hips back if you can, makes it much more effective. 

T: ... 

J: T, did you hear what I sa--- Ooooo that’s it..! 

Letting my camera go so that it hanged freely around my neck, I positioned myself directly behind Jaylyn’s ass and with my hands firmly on her ass-cheeks, I rammed my erection straight into her pussy roughly, even going as far as pushing it through into her womb. As soon as my dick entered her pussy and womb, Jaylyn threw her head back slightly and moaned out loudly, but she pretended that it was just her stretching that she was moaning from. With my dick now in her pussy fully, Jaylyn now began moving herself back and forth, moaning each time my dick pushed into her womb and pretending that she felt nothing wrong with my dick deeply in her. 

J: I can feel the... tightness spreading throughout my... body... 

T: I’m going to begin with helping you, alright? Tell me when to stop. 

J: D-Don't s--- I mean, s-sure. Thanks T.. 

Moving my hands to her hips now, I began thrusting my dick in and out of Jaylyn’s pussy at the same time as Jaylyn’s back-and-forth moving of her hips against my dick, still pretending that there was absolutely nothing wrong with me sticking my dick deep into her pussy in the name of “exercise”. But with every single thrust of my dick that pushes all the way into her womb, I could faintly hear Jaylyn moaning more seductively, and her pussy walls was starting to tighten around my dick as well, and I could feel the pressure to cum in her pussy and womb starting to build up as well. As I continued fucking her pussy doggy-style while Jaylyn carried on moving her hips and moaning more like a slut, I reached for her tits with one hand and took turns squeezing it gently, realising that her nipples was already stiff. Feeling her tits getting groped and my palm rubbing against her nipples, Jaylyn moaned loudly in surprise as I looked at her from behind, smirking lustfully as I continued fucking her pussy, this time getting rougher and faster while still fondling with her tits. 

J: H-Hey, this isn’t exercise for my chest...! H-Hands off, T...! 

T : Fuck, I’m about to shoot it in you... just from how stiff your nipples are, Jaylyn... 

J: I-I'm about done with my stretches...! Come on, hurry up and help me here, T...! 

T: Can’t... hold it in anymore... Fuck! Jaylyn!! 

J: So tight...!!! 

Removing my hand from her tits and placing it back on her hips, I began pounding my dick deeper and harder into Jaylyn’s womb, the latter moving her hips back and forth in sync with the tempo as well as she began moaning and groaning, her voice not pretending that everything is fine anymore. Pulling my dick out for one final penetration, I slapped Jaylyn’s ass hard and as she whined in pain, I rammed my dick roughly back into her pussy and womb, groaning loudly as I unloaded an large, hot load of thick white cum into her baby-making room, painting it completely white as my cum quickly overfilled her womb and gushed out into her pussy. Feeling her insides getting flooded with my hot load, Jaylyn threw her head back and let out the first lustful moan since the photoshoot began, her pussy tightening around my dick as she orgasmed hard and squirted all over the floor, her face beet-red and her body now sweating profusely. 

J: So good...!!! Fuckk...!! 

T: Oh god your pussy’s... so fucking tight, Jaylyn... I can still feel it getting tighter... 

J: T-That... that was some fucking good stretching you helped me with... Come on, let’s move on to the... n-next oneeeaaahhh... 

Wanting to hear just how lustful Jaylyn is, I slowly pulled my dick from her filled pussy while squeezing her ass gently in the process, and sure enough Jaylyn glanced back slightly and softly moaned in pleasure as she felt my dick exit her pussy, all while still trying to pretend that everything was normal. After a moment, Jaylyn slowly got up on her feet, pulling her track pants back up as she dusted herself before turning to look at me. 

J: W-Well, I guess we’re almost done with the photoshoot... 

T: Y-Yea, I guess... 

J: Let’s do one final shoot to wrap up for today, what do you think? 

T: I’m okay with that if you’re okay with it too.. 

J: Great! Let’s change scenes again, come with me! 

Without waiting for me to respond, Jaylyn darted towards another open area of the gym that is usually reserved for yoga sessions. Taking one of the video-recording cameras that was mounted on the tripod, I followed behind Jaylyn as my eyes focused on her ass and back, my dick still craving for her fuckable body once again. As I set the tripod down and made sure that the camera was capturing every bit of her in the recording, Jaylyn began stretching once again, only this time she was deliberately looking right at me and my exposed erection as she stretched her muscles. Feeling her eyes looking at my direction instead of the camera’s, I looked right back at Jaylyn as my eyes quickly darted all over her body, my mind coming with multiple ways of fucking her endlessly. 

J: You look pretty toned yourself, T... surprise I only just realised that too. 

T: Y-You're just as tight— I mean, just as toned, if not more toned too Jaylyn. 

J: ... Yea I agree... but still... 

T: But still...? 

J: Ah, fuck it. I can’t stand this pretence anymore! This is killing me!!! 

Before I could react to her sudden outburst, Jaylyn stood up and promptly rushed towards me, pushing me backwards and down onto the floor with her body weight as I shouted in surprise and fell backwards, one hand instinctively wrapping around Jaylyn’s waist while my other hand held onto the camera that was still hanging around my neck. As the both of us landed on the padded flooring of the gym, I raised my head slightly to check on Jaylyn... only to see her move downwards towards my dick before taking the full girth of it straight in her mouth while her hands began stroking and fondling my balls, causing me to moan in surprise and pleasure at the same time.... all while the camera on the tripod is recording the whole act. 

T: A-Aahhh.. W-wait, Jaylyn... 

J: *pops my dick out from her mouth and licks it thoroughly* Fuck, I can’t... get enough of how fucking big... your dick is... *takes it back in her mouth and deepthroats it hard* 

T: Aaaaah...!! J-Jaylyn, I-I'm gonna...!! 

J: Fucking cum for me already.. I want your cum so fucking badly...!! *deepthroats my dick even harder, her hands squeezing my balls now* 

T: FUCK!!! CUMMING!!! 

Placing one hand on the back of her head, I groaned loudly as I forcefully pushed Jaylyn’s head all the way down, my dick forcing its way into her throat before unloading a large load of hot, thick cum straight down her airway. Feeling her throat getting forcefully stretched by my dick, Jaylyn’s eyes widened as she swallowed whatever she was biologically able to, her tongue continuously licking my dick as I dumped cum down her throat and into her stomach. After a good minute or so, I eventually moved my hand away from the back of her head as Jaylyn slowly popped my dick out from her mouth, her hands fervently wrapped around it and stroking slowly as she began making sucking noises, as though she wanted to suck out every drop of cum. When my dick was finally out from her mouth, trails of saliva from the head to her lips could be visibly seen, Jaylyn’s face completely red with lust by this point. 

J: So... fucking thick... and delicious... 

T: J-Jaylyn... your throat, d-does it hurt...? 

J: Not if... it’s your cum keeping it wet and tight...~ I still... I want more of your cum, T... 

T: I want you... I want to fuck you and breed you too, Jaylyn... 

J: Teehee... then... 

Unwrapping her hands from my dick, Jaylyn stood up and lowered herself down on me, my dick slowly entering her soaking-wet pussy as Jaylyn threw her head back, moaning loudly at the feeling of my dick entering her pussy once again. Getting somewhat impatient with how slow she was taking, I placed both my hands on Jaylyn’s hips and without saying a word, pulled her down onto my dick in one fell swoop, Jaylyn’s eyes widening as she screamed as loudly as she could, feeling my dick push its way into her womb. 

J: AAaaahhhhh!! W-Wait!!! Too big...!!! 

T: I’m done waiting, Jaylyn..!! Here I go...! 

J: Nyyaaaaaaaahhhhhnnn!!! F-Fuck you’re too bigggg!!! 

T: So fucking tighti!!! 

J: Give... aaaahhhh!! Give me your thick.... cummm!!!! Fuck fuck fuck!!!! 

Looking back down at me with lust in her eyes, Jaylyn began bouncing up and down on me, cowgirling my dick with her sloppy pussy as my hands moved beneath her sports top and began groping her tits hard, pinching her nipples at the same time and moaning together loudly. Still bouncing on my dick with her pussy, Jaylyn quickly took her sports top off and tossed it aside before bending forward, locking lips with me as I groped and squeezed at her tits even harder which in turn made Jaylyn moan loudly into the kiss. 

J: Mmmmaaaahhhhh!!! N-Not so hard on my t-titssss!!! Fuck how’s your... dick still so fucking huge...?!?!?! Aaaahhhh... aaaahhhhhh!!!! 

T: So fucking wet..!! I’m gonna dump load after load of cum in you, Jay...!!! Fucking whore...!! 

J: Mmmmyesssssssss!!!!! Creampie....!! Aaaahhh...!! Creampie meeeee...!!! 

As she continued cowgirling my dick with her pussy as though her life depended on it, I could feel the pressure rapidly building up around my dick while Jaylyn’s pussy was beginning to tighten itself around my meat. Knowing that the both of us were close to cumming, I placed my hands back on her hips and began bouncing her up and down my dick harder and rougher, the sounds of her ass hitting my pelvic getting louder and sloppier with each bounce, my dick fully entering and hitting the back of her womb every time she comes down on it. 

T: I’m about to cum, Jaylyn!!! In you in you!!! 

J: Mmmmmmmyyyyeeessss!! Fucking cum in me, T!!! I...!! I WANT IT IN ME SO FUCKING MUCH AAAHHHH!!!!! 

T: J-Jaylyn!!! FUCK!!! CUMMING!! 

J: AAAAAAAHHHHH!! CUM--!!! 

As I continued hammering upwards into her pussy while she continued swallowing my dick with her love hole, Jaylyn sat upright and letting out the loudest scream and moan of lust that I’ve heard so far, throws her head back with her mouth wide open and eyes rolled back as her pussy tightened as much as possible around my dick, orgasming and squirting almost uncontrollably on my dick, her body trembling for a good couple minutes. The moment her pussy completely tightened itself around my dick and her juices began squirting all over my body, I too groaned loudly as I rammed my dick up into her womb as deep as I was able to, unloading another massive load of thick hot cum directly into her womb and pussy, which was quickly overfilled as an mixture of our cum quickly gushed out from her pussy. As the two of us began panting hard after orgasming, I pulled Jaylyn down by the arms and began kissing her roughly, our tongues instinctively licking each other as Jaylyn moaned into the kiss, her hips slowly grinding against my dick once again. 

J: Mmmmaahhhh... h-haa... I-I can... still feel your cum in my womb... so fucking... hot...~ 

T: Mmm... your pussy’s... tight as hell, J-Jaylyn... fuck... 

J: As... tight as Aless’....?~ Oh fuck I still want your dick... *grinds my dick slowly* 

T: Aaaannn... h-how did you... know about Aless...? 

J: T-Teehee... I saw your... OF... was so fucking hot, the... way you fucked Aless... So fucking rough with her...~ 

T: J-Jaylyn, do you want... to be like Aless too...? 

J: Yessss... fuck me just... like how you tore into her...~ 

T: well, if that’s what you want...  

J: H-Hey...!~ 

Dick still deep inside of her pussy, I turned and pinned Jaylyn beneath me and immediately got to work sucking on her tits and nipples hard while starting to thrust my dick in and out of her pussy slowly, Jaylyn arching her back and moaning loudly as her legs wrapped itself around my waist in an attempt to keep my dick deep inside of her. Not wanting to fuck her pussy back-to-back just yet though, I pulled out from her leaking love hole and knelt next to her, at the same time rubbing my dick against her tits and stiff nipples before rubbing it against her lips. Moaning at even the slightest contact, Jaylyn opened her mouth slowly as my dick rubbed against her lips and started licking the head gently, before proceeding to take more of my dick with her mouth, her tongue licking it fervently like a big lollipop. 

As Jaylyn continued to obediently service my dick with her mouth like a cock-craving slut, I decided that it won’t be fair if my dick was the only one getting pleasured and Jaylyn wasn’t getting any pleasure herself. Thought in mind, I reached for her tits and nipples with one hand, while my other hand went between her legs and towards her pussy. Feeling the stiffness of her nipples and just how wet her pussy already was, I smirked and started pleasuring Jaylyn, rubbing and pulling at her nipples gently while pushing two fingers into her soaking wet pussy and finger-fucking her slowly. Caught off-guard by the sudden surge of pleasure from her nipples and pussy, Jaylyn moaned loudly while my dick was still in her mouth, which gave me the opportunity to push my dick all the way into and down her throat, the slut widening her eyes as she began deepthroating it on instinct alone. 

J: M-Mmmmmmmmppppffhhhhh!!!! 

T: That’s it, Jaylyn... suck on my large dick properly...!! Your throat’s still so fucking tight... mmmm fuuuuuuck...!! Pussy and nipples getting wet and stiff too, you horny bitch... *pinches her nipples and rubs the insides of her pussy hard* 

J: M-MMmmmmmmm!!!!! 

T: Fuck, your moans’ gonna make me cum down your throat again, Jaylyn... moan louder, you slut...! 

Adjusting myself so that Jaylyn and I were in the 69 position and with her pussy now getting violated by both my hands, I began sucking and tongue-fucking her pussy roughly as Jaylyn moaned louder and louder while she deepthroated my dick harder and rougher as well. With Jaylyn moaning hard while deepthroating my dick non-stop and with me sucking and violating her pussy with my tongue, it didn’t take long before the both of us felt the urge to cum and sure enough without any heads up, I was the first to climax as I pushed my pelvis towards Jaylyn’s face, dick fully going down her throat and unloading an massive load of cum once again, Jaylyn moaning hard and swallowing all of it as she reached her own climax and orgasmed hard, squirting hard into my mouth as I swallowed her lovely pussy juices. 

J: *pops my dick out from her mouth and strokes it fervently with both hands, causing some more strings of cum to spurt out and land on her face* Mmm...!! So much... thick cum... 

T: *moans into her pussy as I lick her clean* Fuck, your mouth’s too fucking good at sucking dick, bitch... 

J: Mmm... not enough, T... I want more... fuck me more please... treat me like a toy... 

T: If you insist... 

J: Yeeeaaassssshhh!!! S-SO BIGGAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!! 

Sitting upright while she remained on the floor, I spread Jaylyn’s legs wide open and without warning, rammed my dick into her ass raw, using her saliva as lube as I began fucking her ass balls-deep, Jaylyn crying and screaming in pain and pleasure as her arms and legs swiftly wrapped around my neck and waist tightly, her nails digging deep into my back as I continued tearing her ass apart with my dick that was too big for her tight anal hole. 

J: AAAAAAAAHHHHNNNN!!! YOU’RE TEARING MY ASS APAAAAAAART!!! TOO BIG TOO BIGGGG!!! MMMMMAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!! 

T: I’m going to fucking cum in your ass, Jaylyn!! You want my cum so desperately huh?! Then take it in all your holes you cum bucket!!! 

J: YESYESYES I WANT TO BE FILLED!!! MMMMMAAAAAHHHHHHH HARDER BABY!!!! 

T: Louder, Jaylyn!!! Beg me for it more!!! 

J: PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE!!! FUCK ME HARDER AND HARDER DADDY!!!! AAAAAAAAHHHHNNNN!!! CUM IN MY HOLESSSS!!!!! 

T: FUCK!! TAKE IT ALL JAYLYN!! 

J: KYAAAAAAAAHHHH---!!! 

As Jaylyn and I continued degrading her being and my dick breaking her ass and mind at the same time, I felt the pressure rapidly and quickly building up and before I could even prepare myself for it, my dick simply ejaculated and dumped another thick, massive load of cum straight into the deepest parts of Jaylyn’s ass. Feeling my cum paint her anal hole and filling it to the brim, Jaylyn arched her back fully and let out an silent scream as she too reached her climax, orgasming and squirting hard onto my body, her eyes almost fully rolled back and her breathing getting rough and hard. 

T: Fuck.. H-had enough yet, Jaylyn...? You dirty little whore... 

J: Haaa... Haaa... N... No... More... I want... more... Please... fuck me... again and... again... till I break...~ I want... that big dick in... me....~ 

T: Oh I’m... gonna make you my bitch after this, Jaylyn... 

Slowly pulling my meat out from her ass and rubbing it against her still-sensitive pussy, I leaned downwards and began sucking on Jaylyn’s tits hard and rammed my dick back into her pussy, going balls-deep and pushing it straight into her womb, Jaylyn arching her back once again and screaming loudly in lust before laying back down onto the floor. With my dick deep in her womb now, I got Jaylyn into the mating press position as I then began thrusting and pounding my dick roughly into her womb, my pelvis sloppily hitting against her thighs, Jaylyn screaming and moaning my name loudly while at the same time begging for me to violate her body and womb harder and rougher, begging for me to paint her insides white with my cum.  

J: FUUUUUUUUCKK!!! THATSITTHATSIT!!!! HARDER DADDY!!! FUCKFUCKFUCKKK!!!! 

T: Your pussy’s already a mess, Jaylyn!!! I’m gonna maken sure you get fucking pregnant with my baby!!! Fucking whore!!  

J: YESSS BREED ME DADDDYYYYY!!!! MMMMFFUUUUUUUUUCKKK!!!!! SO DEEP SO DEEEEEPPP!!! 

Pressing her legs all the way down so that her knees is parallel to her head, I pounded Jaylyn’s pussy harder and rougher each time she begged for me to impregnate her, biting on her neck hard each time she called me “Daddy”. On her part, Jaylyn moaned and screamed like a true sexually depraved whore, degrading herself and begging for the cum of another man that isn’t her boyfriend’s to breed her womb and knock her up. Having just fucked and creamed her ass moments before violating her pussy once again, my dick was still quite sensitive and hence it didn’t take long before the pressure began to rapidly build up, and Jaylyn’s pussy was also starting to tighten itself around my dick the harder I slammed into her womb. 

T: I’m about to cum so much in you, Jay...!! Get ready...!! 

J: Aaahhh...!! Aaaaannnnhh...! Cum in me cum in meeee....!!! Make a baby with my womb...!!!! Daddy T...!!! I love you... I love your cum..!!! Mmmmmmaaaaaaahhhhh!!! 

T: Cumming cumming!! Jaylyn!!! 

J: MMMMMAAAAAAAAHHH!!! CUMMING T!!! DADDYYYY!!!!! 

Firmly pressing her legs down in the mating press position as the we began kissing the other’s neck lustfully, I continued slamming and pounding my dick deeper and rougher in Jaylyn’s womb as the pressure quickly became unbearable and our moans got even louder. It didn’t take long before I groaned loudly and rammed my dick one final time, all the way into Jaylyn’s baby-room and unloaded a massive load of thick cum inside her womb, overfilling it immediately as cum gushed out into her pussy. Rolling her eyes back as she loses herself in the lust and pleasure, Jaylyn screamed loudly as her pussy, upon feeling my cum fill her up to the brim once again, rapidly tightened around my dick and she orgasmed her hardest thus far, squirting non-stop for a good couple of minutes while still moaning lustfully. Dick still deep in her pussy, I started thrusting slowly once again as I moved my head to Jaylyn’s tits and began sucking each tit slowly, Jaylyn moaning and grinding her pussy against my dick as well. 

J: Mmmmmaaaahhhhhnnnn... Daddy came... so fucking much in my baby room... Aaahhnn.... my tits love your mouth... 

T: You might... get pregnant from this, Jaylyn... you’re so fucking tight... 

J: I-If... if it’s your baby... I won’t mind... So thick... and hot your cum... 

T: Filthy slut, aren’t you... 

J: A-All... for you Daddyaaaahhhhh!!! W-Waittt...!!! Mmmmmm!!! 

Despite having already unloaded quite a lot inside and on Jaylyn, I couldn’t control myself with my dick still inside her, and hence I began thrusting in and out of her pussy roughly once again, this time standing up as Jaylyn moaned and screamed loudly with her arms and legs wrapped around my waist and neck, and soon the two of us moaned our way to the changing room, where I not only cummed inside Jaylyn’s already-overfilled womb and pussy once more, but this time I also made sure to cum on her face and body, covering poor Jaylyn in cum from head to toe. By the time we were done with the planned photoshoot-cum-sex video recording, it was already midnight, Jaylyn having orgasmed countless times while I had already painted every part of her with my cum, whether be it on her body or deep inside her ass and pussy. 

Following the extremely wild and lustful fuck-fest in the gym, Jaylyn and I remained in constant contact with each other while at the same time making sure that her boyfriend doesn’t notice anything out of the ordinary. On the OF side of things, even with Jaylyn’s face censored out and her voice modified, the total views count was already surpassing the first sex video that I made with Aless, something which I was genuinely surprised. What makes it even more sinful was the fact that not only was Jaylyn subbed to my OF anonymously, but her boyfriend was also an subscriber, and he had paid extra just to see more footage of his own girlfriend getting fucked and impregnated by another man, all while not knowing that it was his own girlfriend who was cuckolding him the whole time.

[kriun]

The Company Series

Character List

Chapters

CH 1: Personal Assistant

Interlude 1

CH 2: New Friend

CH 3: Taeyeon and IU's Plan

CH 4: Asking for a favor

CH 5: Strangers

CH 6: Peeping Tom

CH 7: Recruitment

CH 8: Newest Recruit

CH 9: Caught

CH 10: Red Velvet

CH 11: High Mile Club

CH 12: Double Life

CH 13: Teasing Bunny Nayeon

CH 14: Eaten Bunny

CH 15: Double Serving of Mandu

CH 16: Sisters in San Francisco

CH 17: New Assistant

CH 18: Slave Contract

CH 19: Picking Lilies and Roses

CH 20: The Last Piece

CH 21: Sister Reunion

CH 22: Birthday Exchange

CH 23: Survival Show

CH 24: Unexpected Elimination

[kriun]

The Convenience Store Princess

SORRY I DIDN'T EDIT THIS AT ALL THE REASON WHY, YEP YOU GUESSED IT, IT'S LATE AS I'M POSTING THIS. Sorry for any mistakes :D

Word count: 2k

All you needed was to go to the bathroom.

“Yes! More!”

Instead, you’re pounding this breathtakingly gorgeous woman against the counter of the deserted gas station convenience store.

“Yeah? You like that?”

The sound of your damp groin slamming against her juicy romp joins the thrum of the AC fighting the blazing summer heat.

“Yes! Fuck me harder!”

“What’s a beauty like you doin’ in such a place?” The woman’s face is pointed directly at a fan, her moans being distorted by it. Every thrust pushes her face closer to the fan, but with her eyes gently fluttered closed, she doesn’t notice. In the corner of your eyes, you can see how tightly she’s gripping the edge of the counter, her knuckles even more white than her already pale skin, her entire body rocking, responding to the ferocity of your thrusts.

“If I weren’t here, you wouldn’t be enjoying my pussy, would you?”

While that was certainly true, her respond didn’t give you any answers. Not that you particularly care anyway; she’s probably an employee at this location, but there’s probably no one here because it’s so far out of the way, and that is probably the very reason why she’s not wearing a work outfit. These are all things you’ve figured out in the first minute of stepping into the store, and the only thing that stopped you from quickly exiting after refreshing yourself in the bathroom is a warm smile and a friendly, “How do you do?”

So, being the polite guy you are, respond in kind. “Swimmingly.”

“Staying cool out there? Why not grab a drink?”

Her beaming smile crawled your pace to a standstill. You were in a rush, sort of … but that can wait a little, can’t it? “Wouldn’t want to fill up my bladder right after emptying it just now.”

“Is that so?” You nod, and before you can start to respond, she continues, “In a hurry, are you?”

“Goin’ home after visitin’ the parents over the long weekend.”

“Wife in the car?”

You shake your head. “No such woman to speak of.”

“I see.” There’s something magnetic about her. You can’t escape her pull, even with the remaining few hours still left in your drive home looming in the back of your mind. But this is refreshing—the hours spent by yourself, listening to the podcast you had downloaded for this specific drive was mind-numbing, so breaking it up with a pleasant conversation with an even more pleasant woman did well to break up that monotony. “Well, now that you’ve emptied your bladder in my restroom, why don’t you take the chance to empty your balls inside me?”

It takes you by surprise, so much so that you’re forced to do a double take, but the woman remains unflinching, maintaining that beaming smile at you. “Excuse me?”

“A nice, young, strong man like you, with no woman to take care of your needs, having held back from relieveing yourself for three long days due to the presense of your parents, I’m sure you’re backed up.” It’s true, but you’re frankly shocked to hear the words coming out of the otherwise pristine, proper, pure looking princess of the convenience store. “Do you want help with that?”

You let out a laugh. “Ma’am, are you asking me if I want to fuck you, right here and right now, against that—” you nod at the counter that she’s standing behind, “—counter?”

“Yes, I am.”

Bold of her to say, but you’re not one to say ‘no’ to such a delectable offering. “Well, if you’re offering, then…”

Which leads you to the current moment, with the woman’s shirt still on but her jeans and panties pooled at her feet, the chopped up sounds of her voice being filtered by the fan blowing into her face doing nothing to lessen the arousal seeping from her voice.

“You’re not supposed to be working?”

“I’m seeing to my customer’s needs, aren’t I?”

You laugh at that. “You certainly are.”

You can tell with your own eyes that the woman has a thin frame, but feeling just how small her waist is in your hands is another story. You feel like, if you really tried, you might be able to just barely encircle her entire waist with your two hands. It’s this quality of her waist that makes her ass, which normally might look small on any other woman, appear so good. It also has a springy quality to it that’s satisfying to smack against; in fact, her entire body is surprisingly sturdy for how skinny she is.

“And the cameras?”

“They don’t work. No one comes here, anyway.” She may not have much in the chest department, but she more than makes up for it in the tightness her pussy provides. You know you aren’t the biggest, but she certainly makes you feel massive; every moan she lets out deepens your arousal, and every expletive she lets out balloons your ego. “Fuck, you feel so big inside me…”

“Such a nice little pussy, shame to have it wasting away here in the middle of nowhere.”

“Why do you think they put me here?”

You don’t want to think too deeply about the revelation, so you say, “So you can whore yourself out to the first man that walks through those doors?”

“You have no idea how badly I’ve been needing this…”

The more you slam into her, the further in you are drawn into her. Her magnetic personality, how easy it is to talk to her, and now, her pussy that’s trying to keep your cock inside her as you’re pulling out and pulling you in as you shove your length back inside. And then, after a while, you realize how amazing the velvety-soft texture of her ass feels against your groin, and when you pause to grind against her, the woman lets out an even louder moan.

“Fuck, yes, just like that!”

“Have a name for me, babe?”

“Just call me IU.”

It’s a strange name, but you don’t question it. “You like it when I do that, IU?”

She nods frantically. “Yes, oh god, that feels so good!”

She’s arching her back into you, doing everything she can to grant you maximal access to her pussy, and you decide to take full advantage of that. Your hands lift her ass a little bit, leaving the only part of her feet touching the ground being the balls of her feet, and drill deeper inside her. IU lets out an even louder, higher-pitched moans, one that may very well put Ariana Grande to shame.

“Yes! Right there! Oh fuck! Yes! Please, more!”

You’re doing everything you can to obey her, but you’re feeling yourself reaching your limits.

“You love feeling my cock messing your insides up, don’t you?”

“Fuck yes, I love it so much!”

“You love it when I do this?” You thrust again, aiming for that sweet spot you just found, and the volume of her ecstatic scream tells you that you are right on the mark.

“Please! Oh god, I’m so close, I’m so close!”

You want to give IU her release, but you also feel your own coming up. In a convenience store, you’re sure you can probably find some condoms, but you weren’t so forward thinking when you were tearing your pants off to get into IU’s.

So, you instead elect to cheat.

“Fuck!” If you weren’t so incredibly close to the peak of your arousal, you might’ve found it funny, hearing such a high-pitched squeal filtered through the fan’s distortion. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming!”

True to her word, almost as soon as she finished her warning, she came. Pretty violently, too: the first stream hit you right on the stomach, and as you continued to pump into her, the more her juices splash onto you, and the harder you have to fight your own orgasm. IU is certainly making it difficult, though; with how tightly her orgasming pussy is gripping your cock, with her head now tiled backwards and her voice no longer being filtered through the fan on the counter singing her ecstasy in all its natural, beautifully musical glory, with how hard she’s matching your every thrust by backing up into your crotch at the exact right moments, focusing solely on not exploding inside her is all you can do to stop yourself from doing exactly that.

When her climax finally subsides, you, with gritted teeth, pull out.

“Turn around.”

IU, hair dissheveled, half-basking in her post-orgasm glow, obeys, and when she sees you gripping your shimmering cock, bulging and red with anger, as if by instinct, she immediately drops to her knees.

“On my face or in my mouth?”

“You told me you’d let me empty my balls inside you.”

She grins, says, “good choice,” and then opens wide.

You don’t hesitate to stick your cock inside her waiting mouth, and it barely takes a few back-and-forth bobs of her head and swirls of her tongue before you erupt inside of her hot mouth, stream after stream of your hot semen hitting the back of her throat, filling her mouth to the brim and causing her slim face to bulge with your seed. When your orgasm subsides, you pull out and watch her swallow your load in one gulp.

“Hmmm…”

You had already began to reach for your pants, but hearing the hesitation in her voice and looking up to see how she’s eyeing your softening erection, you pause. “Hm? What’s wrong?”

“I was a bit disappointed when you pulled out, but partially relieved when you chose my mouth.”

“Is that so?”

“I did say I wanted you to empty your balls inside me, didn’t I?”

“I figured you didn’t want me to be cumin’ inside, is all.”

“Well, now you know.” It’s not a question what IU is trying to imply, especially with how her fingers are reaching for the hem of her shirt. You watch in awe as she brazenly throws her top off, and without a bra anywhere to be seen, IU is left in all her naked glory. “This time, you’ll cum inside?”

It takes some time to fully recover from your refractory period, but with much help from IU’s hands, and then her beautiful lips sealed tightly around your girth and her hot, tight mouth that attempts to harden your cock by pulling it straight out via suction, IU is on the counter, her legs wrapped around your waist while your cock is back inside her, buried to the hilt.

“Hmm, fuck…”

Her hands are resting behind her and her head is thrown back. You can see that she’s enjoying this as much as you are, but it doesn’t stop you from wanting more. Seeing those taut nipples sitting atop her modest bosom, you can’t help but bring your hands to them, first teasing the areola as you’re grinding against her, and then pulling and pinching at her nipples as your fatigue has been completely replaced with the full vigor of your renewed lust.

“God, oh my god, it’s been so long since a man has done this to me…”

Now that you have a better view of it, you can confirm what you’ve been picturing inside your head the first round: even IU’s sex face is exquisite in its beauty. Even with her toussled hair, with her gently closed eyes, with her parted lips, it all makes for a visual that would awaken desires inside the purest of men.

“In that case, I oughtta come by more often and give you the proper fuckin’ you deserve, huh?”

“I’d love that.”

You don’t think about the logistics of the proposal, how many hours it’d take just for a booty call, how you’re just fucking in public and just hoping that no one comes by to ruin the fun. All you can think about is IU’s pussy and her petit tits, in your hands and now between your lips, biting and pinching and pulling at the almond pleasure buttons on her chest.

“God, oh my god, that feels so fucking good.”

You can’t help but stare at her. You thought you preferred curvier women, but maybe you actually don’t. Maybe what you actually are more than willing to compromise that for someone so insanely beautiful that, even as she’s unabashedly drowning in pleasure, having released any inhibitions, if there even were any to begin with, and letting herself feel the ecstasy coursing through her body, she stays just as stunningly beautiful. And, the more you play with her tits, the more you realize how little of a tradeoff it even is: although they can’t fill your hands, they are still as pleasing to play with as boobs of larger sizes. What’s more, seeing IU’s reactions to your hands and your lips playing with her tits adds another layer of pleasure to it. Feeling her body rocking against yours, feeling her legs gradually tightening around your waist, feel her entire body tense as her climax approaches, you can feel your own body responding in kind.

“Yes! Fuck! More! I’m so close!”

This time, your climax hits first, but just barely. The feeling of your second, albeit thinner, load spilling inside her breaks her, and IU is sent tumbling into the chasm of her own orgasm.

“You wanted it, didn’t you?”

“Yes! Fuck, let it all out! Fill me with your hot, sticky semen!”

It takes a little bit longer for IU’s orgasm to subside, and when it finally does, the loosened grip of her legs around your waist allows you to pull out of her. You can see your freshly made creampie leaking out of her red, hot, bruised and battered hole.

“See? So much better, right?”

“Well, guess I gotta go visit my parents more often.”

IU smiles, resting peacefully atop the counter she’s supposed to be standing behind, completely unbothered by her nude state and by the cum trickling out of her pussy. “We’d all benefit from that.”

[kriun]

King pls make some quick story of Taengoo in that dangerously good looking outfit of hers with the pink jacket from her concert. She’s driving me way too wild with all those clips and gifs I’ve seen lol.

Pre-Concert Ritual

Kim Taeyeon has ruined your life.

“—fuck fuck fuck fu—”

You had such a good life, before. Stable job, eating healthily, going to the gym to play volleyball with your buddies, and plenty of free time to spend indulging in your hobbies. You really did used to have it good. No, you had it great.

“—yes, right there, right there!”

 But now, all of that is ruined. None of those hobbies feel as good as Taeyeon does, and every time you seek a new hobby to indulge in, it ends up feeling bland. No one can compare to Taeyeon’s beauty and how it shines in even the simplest of outfits, her supreme confidence backed by her bombshell figure, how she wields her alure as a deadly weapon that forces you to kneel at her presence, the coy way she flaunts her figure by always showing just enough to leave the imagination reeling, how she dared to knock on the door to your room so late at night with such an outfit and demand your attention this instant, which of course, you give her. And are promptly being rewarded by—

“Fuck, your cock feels so fucking good inside me!”

The view of her supple tits bouncing up and down, the magnetic sight of those almond teats drawing random lines in the air, the sound of her juicy ass smacking against your crotch and the feeling of it occasionally grinding against you, the way her snowy-white skin would turn red at the lightest grip, the way her pussy always tried to squeeze the life out of your cock as if it was trying to choke it to death, the absolutely beautiful way she moaned that you swear would bring you to heaven, feeling her soft weight pressing against your body, feeling her soft legs straddling your hips, the way her fingers curled and her toes curled and her luscious lips parted and the way she threw her head back and—

“Fuck, Taeyeon…”

Kim Taeyeon has ruined your life, but for all you can tell, it’s for the better.

“Yes, more! Fuck, I’m so close, I’m so close—”

This moment is all that matters. All the bland, boring sex you’ve had in the past few weeks in a desperate search for someone, anyone who could live up to Taeyeon was worth wading through. Right now, watching Taeyeon ride you like her life depended on it, and feeling her pussy convulsing and pulling on your dick with every bouncing motion, was worth the wait.

“—please, please, fuck—”

“Come on then, cum already!”

Sneaking your hand between your connection, taking barely a second to find her clit and pressing on it is all the idol singer needs to completely unwind, tumbling down from her climax, letting loose an ecstatic scream that would make pornstars blush. Taeyeon shakes, violently, against your cock as her orgasm ripples through her entire body, completely consuming her like a tidal wave of ecstasy that leaves her with barely and strength to even lift her face off your chest after it fades.

“Oh my god…”

You already had your fair share of ecstasy—the evidence was on the nightstand next to the bed, in two tightly tied up condoms laying on the wooden surface—so you’re right there with her. Utterly spent, but entirely satisfied.

“Fuck, that was amazing.”

You can feel Taeyeon nod against your chest. “…yeah…”

“You gonna have enough strength for your concert tomorrow?”

Some way, somehow, for some godforsaken reason, the idol singer decided to fly you out to Taipei—on a different flight, of course—the day before she arrived, and had somehow snuck you into a hotel room near hers. One might’ve thought that an idol wouldn’t do something so risky, especially one of her stature—or perhaps it’s because she’s so accomplished and held so much power with her years of experience that she feels confident in pulling such a risky move. Not that you’re complaining, of course. You knew Taeyeon was busy the last few weeks preparing for these concerts, whose responsibilities overlapped with the multitude of other things she had going on simultaneously—recording for ‘Amazing Saturday’, talks for various shoots with a bunch of potential companies and sponsors, and whatnot—but it didn’t make you miss her any less. Miss her, and miss how these post-sex cuddle sessions felt, feeling her ample boobs pressing against your torso and feeling her legs tucked between yours, even the way she liked to rub her feet against your shins for whatever reason.

“Yeah, don’t worry.”

“I would’ve gotten tickets to this concert if I had known you were going to fly me here before.”

Taeyeon looks up and smiles at you. “Why? I’m already giving you the best show right here, in person, aren’t I?”

You have to nod at that. “That’s true.”

Taeyeon gives you, and herself, some time to catch your breath before she pushes herself off you to go clean up after herself before sneaking out of your room as stealthily and nonchalantly as she can.

Her next concert is in the Philippines, in their capital city of Manila, and your ticket and hotel reservations are already set by the time you’re back in Seoul. However, that isn’t the next time you get to see Taeyeon again.

“Oh, you’re here!”

Before Taeyeon ruined your life, it was always the chick coming to your place. To be fair, though, your place is a pretty nice place, if you do say so yourself—because you so often had company over, you make sure to keep it neat and tidy, and because you know how the girls swoon over a man who can cook, you’ve taught yourself a plethora of vibrant, tasty, healthy recipes alike.

With Taeyeon, all of that goes out the window.

As one of the more famous homebodies in South Korea, it always ends up being you being called over to come over to her place. There is a specific way you have to do so, with the ever-present paparazzi camping a few blocks from the entrance of her residence, but you find yourself not even particularly minding the hassle.

Wow. How absolutely whipped am I for this woman?

Your buddies would make fun of you, for sure, if they ever knew the extents you went through to get to Taeyeon’s house. Or maybe they wouldn’t if they knew it was Taeyeon. Which, none of them did, of course.

Past you might’ve even made fun of you for jumping through all these hoops, parking multiple blocks away in random directions, walking for five to sometimes even twenty minutes if Taeyeon reports to you an increase in nearby paparazzi to you, balling up your 1.85-meter-tall frame behind some bushes and walk in through her back entrance via a key she’s given you, and current you would’ve just taken it.

“Did you eat yet?”

“Mhm! Do you wanna watch something?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh, have you watched that movie one of my members is in…”

Seeing Taeyeon’s face lighting up as she gushes about her talented members that she’s proud of, cuddling up next to her in front of her pretty massive TV as the movie begins playing … this is something the past you wouldn’t have understood the value of.

“Hmm, I’m sorta hungry…”

“Hungry already?” Taeyeon sticks her tongue out at you. “Do you want me to make you something?”

Taeyeon shakes her head, already having whipped out her phone. “I’m gonna order some bingsoo. Want some?”

This is the other thing that has been thrown out the window. While Taeyeon does, sometimes, allow you to cook for her, but mostly if you’re the one who brings ingredients or if you told her in advance what ingredients to get, she doesn’t seem to care much about cooking. Is it because she likes to spoil the ones she cares about, is it that she secretly doesn’t like your cooking, or maybe it’s because she’s just so used to ordering out that it’s her default option? You doubt it’s the second one: every single time you’ve cooked for her, which granted, isn’t very many times, Taeyeon has given you glowering reviews about your cooking. You decide that it’s that homebody inside her again that just loves the freedom and plethora of choice given by ordering out. Because, in the end, how much does Taeyeon really care about you? You know why she’s called you here, in the end.

After the movie ends, you stand up and pick up the dirty bowls and spoons. Just as you make it to the sink, though, you feel Taeyeon’s hands sneaking around your waist. “Leave them there. I’ll wash them in the morning.”

Man, I guess I really am whipped for her.

But who can blame you?

“I think we have some more important business to be attending to right now.”

“I can’t agree more.”

And just like that, Taeyeon’s completely naked on her bed, her tiny frame being straddled by your hulking figure, her eyes gently closed and her luscious, red lips gently parted, moaning a beautiful melody to her bedroom as your fingers work their magic on her core.

“Hmm…”

While Taeyeon is drowning in lust, you’re drinking in that lascivious sight. It’s equally captivating every time you’re granted the opportunity to witness it, and it’s why you’re completely content ignoring the tent in your pants, feeling your hand and your upper arm getting progressively more damp from the juices spurting out of her hole that your two digits are buried deep inside. You’re familiar enough with her body that it barely takes you a minute to find her sweet spots, and when you take little to no time to find it again, you don’t relent. Even feeling her other leg tense up in your other hand is an amazing sensation that you can’t get enough of.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking sexy, Taeyeon.”

How many times have you said similar words to her? In fact, how many guys has she heard that from? You aren’t naïve enough to believe that you’re the only guy she’s fucking, but the words slip out nonetheless. It’s an unassailable truth; not only in private, whenever she’s squirming and writhing under your touch, but in public too, with all the thirst trap pictures she’s been posting on Instagram and all the skin she’s comfortable showing on stage these days. Showing off her assets unabashedly, her confidence growing with her age, and not only does it cause mental breakdowns to her fans worldwide but to you as well. Each picture she uploads to Instagram, each revealing outfit she wears for a stage, you swear it’s her just trying to rile you up for the next time you meet, where it feels like you’re getting progressively more and more ready to punish her for teasing you from the other side of your phone screen.

Which leads to now, where you’ve added another finger inside her, and Taeyeon responds positively by arching her back and bucking her hips onto your hand.

“Fuck! Yes! Yes, right there! Fuck, fuck, oh my god, fuck, please, more—” for someone with such an introverted personality, Taeyeon certainly has no qualms letting you know how much she’s enjoying fucking herself onto your three fingers, and when your fingers curl up to push against her G-spot, she lets you know exactly how she feels when she— “—fuck! Oh god, fuck, I’m going to—” you push against it again, and she lets out an even louder moan that’s beginning to border on a scream, “—I’m going to go crazy, holy fuck, oh my god—”

Not only are you making a woman feel such ecstasy, but the fact that it’s the Kim Taeyeon, globally loved by fans and idols alike, adds to it. Who else can say they’ve been able to witness such a scene, much less be the cause of it? To be able to have this level of access to such a famous person, to be given the honor to give this level of ecstasy to someone who is normally near impossible to be in arm’s-reach of, that aspect of it all isn’t lost on you in the slightest.

“So loud, as always.”

“You-You, you shouldn’t fucking oh my god—” Taeyeon’s breath hitches when the ravenous pistoning motion of your hands causes your thumb to unintentionally—truly, unintentionally—brush against her clit.

“I-I, I shouldn’t what?”

“You—you little—aahn!”

You’re relentless. But can you be blamed? It’s entrancing, the way she tries to act tough, and how that immediately gets shut down when you, this time, intentionally squeeze her clit between your thumb and index finger, how utterly adorable her resulting squeal is and the happy chemicals you feel surging into your brain, watching her back arch and her eyes slam back shut, knowing it’s you that’s causing this reaction to the idol. When you’re by yourself, even when you’re with other girls, these scenes would play in your mind over and over. Taeyeon is like a drug, and you’re hopelessly addicted.

“I’ll tell you latER!”

Again, Taeyeon is interrupted mid-sentence, this time when your fingers curl up to bump into her G-spot again.

“Are you?” You’ve imprinted so many scenes of Taeyeon, writhing in pleasure underneath you, in your brain, but it’s never enough. In your bed, in her bed, in various hotel rooms, on her couch, even in her car one time that was uncomfortable but hot in its own way. “And what is it that you wanna tell me?”

Everything about Taeyeon seems to have been designed to be maximally arousing and just sexy, and how sensitive she is to your touches adds to that narrative in your mind. You can see her trying to meet your eyes when she tries to answer, but teasingly rubbing a circle around her clit causes not words to exit her mouth, but a sharp gasp. “Ffff—god, I—” you can just about feel her body shiver as you hit her G-spot again. “—I’m gonna make you—” and again, it takes just a slight movement of your fingers or your thumb to interrupt her.

“You’re gonna make me?”

You can see Taeyeon both swearing at you with her eyes but also drowning in pleasure the more your fingers disappear inside her snatch over and over and over again.

“Gonna make you—nng, fuck!—gonna ma-make—” the more she tries to force the words out, the fiercer your hand becomes, the more lust clouds her brain, and the harder it becomes to speak. You’re playing her like a fiddle, and Taeyeon is hopeless to do anything about it.

“Ffuck—fuck you!”

“Oh, I’m counting on that.”

As addicted you are to Taeyeon, you can tell that the reverse is true. How, tonight, after so long without seeing each other, she’s slightly more sensitive than normal, slightly more vocal than usual, how she didn’t bother correct the little misspelling of her text telling you to come over, how touchy she was being during the movie—you’re not sure if your own horniness was leaking out, or maybe she was getting affected by some kind of pheromones that you were releasing. It’s something about your very presence, especially after so long, that was clearly getting to her. Enough that she pulled you away from the dishes, something she seems to be pretty strict about.

“I-I want to feel you inside me, babe.”

“Hm? I already am though?”

You know what she means, but making her beg is your favorite pastime. “Not—ahn, fuck!—not your ha—your hands, your—hnnng—…not your hands, your dick!”

You find that she almost always buckles pretty quickly. You like to think that you’re just that good, but realistically, part of it also probably is how sensitive she is. At least, that’s how it seems like to you; by the end of foreplay, when you go to take Taeyeon’s panties off, you almost always find them to be at least somewhat damp, if not completely soaked.

You take your hands off her only to strip the remaining few clothes off your body before resting them on those creamy, juicy thighs you’ve seen so many pictures of peeking through the holes of the pink-and-black stage outfit. How many times have you felt the tender skin in your hands? Yet, scrolling through those pictures online, and now having them in your hands, and suddenly, it feels like your first time again.

But you can see the impatience in Taeyeon’s face. Heck, you can feel it in her body, the way she’s gently rocking back and forth, trying to create any friction between herself and the bed now that your hands are keeping her legs spread wide open, so you don’t give yourself much time at all to marvel at her legs. Instead, your eyes zero in on the prize: the freshly shaven pair of flopping wet—soaked—pair of pussy lips sitting at the intersection of her legs.

“Please, babe, I need you so bad, inside me, please…”

“Since you asked so nicely…”

 Every single time, it both feels like the first time and doesn’t. Pushing your throbbing member inside her blisteringly hot core, feeling the overwhelming tightness gripping your cock and feeling her pussy slathering you with its nectar: every single time, it feels like your entire life has been leading up to this moment, a sensation of pure and utter bliss and ecstasy, an explosion going on inside your brain that feels unrivaled by anything else you’ve ever experienced before. And then, as you begin stretching her out more, as Taeyeon’s pussy begins to accustom to your cock, the familiarity sinks in: the familiarity of the way her vaginal walls hug your cock, the way she moans when you hit certain spots inside her, the way she begins bucking her hips to match your rhythm almost instanteously, the sight of her squirming body and her loud, beautiful moans that ring in your ears. In the beginning, it would take Taeyeon up to a few minutes to give you the go-ahead to move as you pleased, but now, that grace period wasn’t necessary. Which was strange because you swear Taeyeon feels just as tight and wet and hot as the first time, but you chalk it up to her just getting used to the feeling of your cock splitting her tight little cunt apart and don’t think about it for another millisecond.

“Yes! Oh my god! Babe, your cock, oh my god, I needed this so much—”

The amazement of your first time with Taeyeon, seeing her naked for the first time, feeling her plush, taut skin for the first time, feeling her pussy squirting out juices onto you for the first time, feeling her lips pressing against yours for the first time, feeling her tight little pussy wrapped around your cock and rubbing layer after layer of her bodily fluid all over you with every thrust that fully hilts her, but only for a brief second, it never doesn’t feel just as novel and just as amazing. How is it possible that you’ve had sex with this woman so many times, and yet you’re always crawling back for more?

“Fuck, ah, fuck, Taeyeon, your pussy feels so fucking good.”

It actually feels like, instead of the usual process you’ve experienced with other women, where you gradually get bored of them over time, with Taeyeon, the reverse happens. Every time you separate, you’re left wanting more. A longing, an unhealthy yearning, sometimes so all-consuming that you have to rub one out a few times during the day and feel not only shitty about it, but no less satisfied. No women you’ve been with could fix it, either; you’ve, in fact, tried to get with women who you thought specifically looked like Taeyeon, or had the same body type of Taeyeon, but it always ultimately ended with you getting bored.

“Keep going, keep going babe, I’m so close!”

You can’t even tell what about Taeyeon it is that keeps you coming back.

“Yes! I’m so close, please, I can’t hold on for much longer!”

Actually, yes, you can.

“You want it again today, huh?”

It’s Taeyeon. That’s all the reason anyone needs.

“Yes! Creampie me so hard, I can’t walk tomorrow!”

Taeyeon. Kim Taeyeon. The legendary idol, Kim Taeyeon. Perfect, slim yet surprisingly curvy body. Perfect chiseled, proportioned face. Perfect silky-smooth voice. Perfect goofy, fun-loving personality. Perfect, perfect, perfect.

“Then, don’t blame me when you can’t.”

That night, Taeyeon doesn’t let you stop until you’ve deposited four loads inside her, although by the last, you feel like you’re essentially shooting blanks. And if you were physically capable, you would’ve loved to go for a fifth round, but it was much too late into the night and you were at the end of your rope. Part of you cursed your lack of stamina, but the other part of you was so exhausted that it was doing everything in its power to not just collapse onto her bed and shut down. So, naturally, when Taeyeon reassures you that it’s ok, that’s exactly what you do.

For all her sexual needs, she is a professional at the end of the day. That is to say, Taeyeon did call you to her hotel room prior to leaving for the concert venue in Manila, but only to—

“Hnn, yes, harder! I need it! I need everything!”

With how loud Taeyeon is being, you’re slightly scared of guests in nearby hotel rooms hearing the salacious sounds of her getting railed from behind on her bed. It is relatively late in the day, and hotel rooms tend to be empty at around this time, but what about the cleaners? The room is soundproofed, as Taeyeon reassured you, but you feel like you’ve heard things out of ‘soundproof’ rooms before. Or, rather, gotten noise complaints despite being in a so-called ‘soundproof’ room.

But those thoughts don’t slow you down one bit. You have a job to do, after all, and this time, Taeyeon has made it crystal clear what that job entails.

“I’m so close, Taeyeon, I’m almost there.”

“Do it! Fill me up! Empty everything you have into my slutty little pussy!”

You’ve seen Taeyeon’s vlogs, heard accounts of her kind and caring behavior from various staff members and backup dancers that she’s worked with, and you know how considerate she is and how she seems to, generally, the type of person who is overly demanding. Which is all the more reason to obey her when she does demand something of you. Or, rather, command it.

“So needy, Taeyeon.”

In the weeks leading up, she requested you save yourself, to not even masturbate, for her for this very day. She didn’t explain much else, but you all too willingly complied; it was relatively easy for you after uninstalling Instagram for those weeks, but seeing her in person earlier that day brought all the pent-up lust that you didn’t even know you had to the surface.

Which was why, you felt like, you were particularly aggressive, and why, this time, it felt slightly shorter than usual. “Taeyeon—” your final warning comes out as a loud grunt. You fully hilt her one last time before you explode, painting her walls white with your mark and then some. Waves of euphoria crash down upon you, Taeyeon’s own pussy massaging and squeezing your cock as it does its utmost to fulfill the needy idol’s order.

“Oh god, oh my god, so much!”

It was, quite literally, exactly what she asked for, but Taeyeon was still surprised by the sheer volume of cum that you had saved up just for her. And now that you were pumping it into her, with no concerns of whether or not it’s overflowing out of her, it’s like a never-ending assault of dopamine on her brain, the hot liquid flooding her already hot pussy.

When your orgasm finally died down, Taeyeon, sensing it, quickly piped up. “Quick!”

The post-orgasm fatigue is starting to hit you, but not so much that you forget the entirety of her request. You accept the thing Taeyeon hands you, a dildo-shaped object with a malleable, wide base at the bottom designed to be adhesive to skin, peel off the release paper, carefully extract yourself from her and quickly shove the stopper inside her, making sure to carefully seal the adhesive to her bottom.

“Mmm…” Taeyeon lets out a low hum of approval, a slight shudder running up her spine as the feeling of your cock wedged deep inside her is replaced with a considerably smaller, plastic one. The sensation that elicits such a reaction isn’t that, however: it’s the feeling of your cum stoppered inside her, the object plugging her pussy up nice and tightly. “So warm, I love it.”

If it wasn’t for your refractory period, and if it wasn’t for the limited amount of time you have with her, just the sight of Taeyeon closing her eyes and tilting her head back slightly and smiling as she enjoys the feeling of your pent-up load inside her would’ve been an instant hard-on. “And you’re going to do your entire concert with that?”

Taeyeon nods. “I always wanted to try this ever since I met you.”

“Hm? Why ever since you met me?”

Taeyeon opens her eyes, looking at you with a slightly confused expression. “Um, because … we started having sex? I’m sorry, I don’t think I know what do you mean?”

“Well, why not with anyone else you’ve been having sex with?”

“Well, because I don’t have sex with anyone else.”

That bombshell drop made the following few weeks so much insanely harder when Taeyeon asked you for the same thing. Try as you might to stay off SNS, it’s all but inevitable that pictures of Taeyeon in her various concert outfits make their way to your screen, and it goes without saying, but seeing such pictures increased the difficulty of the challenge to a nearly impossible level.

It was clearly also getting to Taeyeon, the prospect of performing in front of thousands of screaming, adoring fans with your cum sloshing around in that tight little snatch of hers, because her requests became increasingly ridiculous. The first few, Taeyeon just asked for the same thing, albeit allowing you to use one of her unoccupied holes for an extra round or two, but for Macau, Taeyeon asked for a double-shot: not letting you out after depositing your first load, keeping you locked inside her until the second load started spilling out of your hot, tight connection before allowing you to plug her back up. Then, in Singapore, Taeyeon brought two of those stoppers, and, as you surmised, requested you to fill up both her pussy and her ass with a nice, thick load before plugging up both of them.

The Bangkok concert is the first one of the tour series that you actually managed to snag some tickets for, and Taeyeon seemed to want to celebrate by doing away with formalities and having you stay with her in her hotel room.

Which, of course, meant the two of you spent the majority of the night fucking like rabbits.

“Those fucking outfits, showing off so much skin, do you know how fucking hard it was for me?”

Taeyeon could barely manage a smirk, her face contorting with pleasure as your cock repeatedly battered her cervix with long, forceful thrusts. “Why do you think I wore them?”

“Those pants, so dangerously close to showing your ass, when both of your slutty fucking, greedy holes were sloshing around with my cum—” the bed is creaking, a loud-and-clear protest for the intense physical activity its occupants were partaking in, “—and asking me to not even masturbate?”

“Tell me it wasn’t worth it though.” Taeyeon’s legs had locked themselves around your waist two orgasms ago, but you swear you barely feel the fatigue. All it takes is the memory of those restless nights, the image of Taeyeon happily smiling with so much leg exposed, knowing full well that one wrong movement and the world would see streams of cum trickling down Taeyeon’s leg, and all of that pent-up, raw, desire to come roaring back, and you would be pounding Taeyeon into the mattress just minutes later. “Come on, babe. I know you want to pump me fuller, and then watch me moving and dancing around on that stage, knowing just how many times you’ve loaded me up with cum.”

You can feel Taeyeon’s sweat trickling down her leg and onto your back, and that somehow makes it hotter. “Such a fucking slut. Smiling in front of so many fans while your pussy is filled up with so much cum, and getting off to that fact.”

“Your fucking slut though, right?”

That cheeky comment is what pushes you to follow through on that gradually building tension, and the following release that marks the third load being deposited inside the female idol.

For the last stop of the tour, Hong Kong, Taeyeon didn’t even need to ask; having witnessed the exuberant energy Taeyeon emitted, happily dancing and bouncing around with a dildo firmly wedged inside her pussy, desperately holding all three loads you had fucked into her the previous night inside her, and now, feeling that same, curvy, soft, bouncy body against your skin and hearing that same voice that sung so proudly and happily moaning your name so loudly and unabashedly that you’re all but sure that the guests next door, if there are any, will submit noise complaints the next day is what pushes you to grace both of her holes with two loads each.

Maybe it was because the Hong Kong concert was the last one of the concert tour, or maybe it was some other extraneous factor that you weren’t sure about, but you could’ve sworn that Taeyeon seemed more vibrant and energetic than usual at that concert.