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#TASTE OF LOVE! with HUH YUNJIN

summary. money’s tight and hunger gnaws at you, but when you and your roommate yunjin stumble across a box of chocolates laced with something far more dangerous than sugar, you quickly learn that some cravings can’t be satisfied with food alone

content warnings. aphrodisiac, clit play, cum eating, cunnilingus, degradation, face sitting, fingering, hair pulling, humiliation, scissoring, squirting.

word count. 9,000

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your stomach growled again, a low, guttural rumble that echoed the cavernous emptiness within you. it had been doing so for the last fifteen minutes, a relentless, biological alarm clock reminding you exactly how long it had been since you last consumed anything substantial. with a sigh that tasted of nothing but desperation, you plunged your hand deeper into the kitchen cabinet, fingers raking over the dusty, forgotten corners, hoping for a miracle.

beside you, yunjin, your roommate and co–conspirator in this culinary scavenger hunt, let out a similar sigh. hers, however, was laced with a theatrical flourish, like an opera singer lamenting a lost love. her usually vibrant, impish eyes, normally alight with mischief, held a genuine, albeit comical, look of hunger–induced despair — her head is halfway inside the lowest cabinet, a single, perfectly coiffed strand of hair escaping her ponytail and dangling perilously close to a long–expired bag of lentils. you wouldn’t be in this desperate state, you remind yourself for the hundredth time, if it weren't for her. or, more accurately, if it weren’t for her and her four equally ravenous friends who descended upon your fridge last tuesday like a plague of locusts, leaving behind nothing but a lonely, shriveled lime and a half–empty bottle of sriracha.

“anything?” you call out, your voice thin with hunger and mounting despair. you’re currently wrestling with a jar of ambiguous contents – is it dried basil or something even older and more petrified? you sniff cautiously. definitely not basil.

“nothing.” she declared, pulling her hand from a lower cabinet with a defeated slump of her shoulders. “absolutely nothing but a half–empty bag of forgotten lentils and a single, withered garlic clove that looks like it’s seen better decades.”

you didn’t need to look. you’d already explored that particular abyss. the kitchen, usually the bustling heart of your shared apartment, felt like a post–apocalyptic wasteland. the clock on the microwave glared down at you, the numbers a stark reminder: it was past eight, and the last of your immediate funds had evaporated with that ridiculously overpriced coffee you’d bought yesterday morning. welcome to the end of the month. again.

you sigh, running a hand through your hair. your appetite, usually a manageable beast, has transformed into a gargantuan, insatiable monster. it demands steak, pasta, pizza, anything and everything that isn't currently within a hundred–mile radius of your meager existence.

“what did you expect?” you mumbled, pulling out an ancient, hardened block of what might have once been cheese. it was now a petrified fossil, more suitable for archaeological study than consumption. “you remember last week, don’t you? when you and your ‘study group’ descended upon the fridge like a swarm of locusts?”

yunjin winced, rubbing the back of her neck. “okay, technically, they were very productive study sessions! and we needed fuel for all that brainpower.” she shot you a grin, a flash of her usual impishness returning despite the dire circumstances. “besides, you contributed! you ate at least two entire pizzas that night.”

“which i paid for, might i add, the very last of my savings.” you retorted, tossing the cheese fossil back into the cabinet with a clatter. “and you polished off the leftover stir–fry and half a tub of ice cream by yourself before i even woke up the next morning.”

“details, details.” she waved a dismissive hand, though a faint blush crept onto her cheeks. “the point is, we’re united in our hunger. and our broke–ness.” she leaned against the counter, her gaze sweeping over the barren landscape of your kitchen. “surely there’s something. a forgotten bag of chips? a stale cracker? anything that isn’t… air.”

you resumed your search, dragging a small step–stool over to the rarely–accessed top cabinets. these were the ones where forgotten spices went to die, where old cookbooks gathered dust, and where, just maybe, a forgotten treasure might reside. you stretched, fingers brushing against the cool wood, feeling the faint vibrations of your own hunger–induced tremors.

she shuffles over to the pantry area, pulling out a small step stool and peering onto the topmost shelf. “miracles are my specialty.” she declares, stretching. “let’s see… an ancient cereal box… a forgotten can of chickpeas from 2023… ooh, a single, lonely packet of instant ramen.”

your eyes light up at the mention of ramen. “really? is it the good kind? the spicy one?”

she inspects the packet. “it’s… chicken flavored. and it expired last month...”

your shoulders sag. “chicken flavor and expired. my two least favorite words right now.”

the search continues, a silent, desperate dance around the tiny kitchen. you open drawers, checking behind the stack of unused takeout menus. nothing but a few stray chopsticks and a forgotten rubber band. you run your hand along the top of the fridge, a rarely explored territory. cobwebs, dust, and a single, petrified fortune cookie.

“this is it.” you mutter, pressing a hand to your rumbling abdomen. “this is how it ends. we’ll be found in the morning, two emaciated husks, clutching expired condiments.”

yunjin snorted, joining you on her own stool, her head tilted back, ponytail brushing against the lower shelf. “i heard drywall tastes faintly of despair and gypsum. not exactly gourmet.”

yunjin, still perched on the step stool, makes a thoughtful humming sound. “mmmh, i think i remember stashing something up here. something… sweet.” she stretches further, her fingers brushing against the dusty back wall of the top shelf, where a small gap exists between the wall and an old cookbook.

a box, tucked away behind a stack of old tupperware, caught your eye. it wasn’t large, perhaps the size of a paperback novel, and it was covered in a fine layer of dust. its design was… unusual. dark, almost velvety packaging, with subtle gold filigree. no brand name you recognized, just a generic, elegant script that hinted at something imported or artisanal. your heart did a little flutter of hope. could it be? a forgotten stash of gourmet crackers? a fancy, sealed bag of nuts?

“hold on.” you grunted, wrestling it free. it felt surprisingly light. you blew off the dust, revealing a somewhat ornate, slightly old–fashioned label. “what is this...?”

the box is unlike anything you’ve ever seen. it’s made of a dark, almost charcoal-colored paper, with subtle, shimmering gold patterns embossed upon it – intricate swirling vines and fantastical, unidentifiable flora. there’s no brand name you recognize, no familiar logo. instead, a single, elegant script word is printed on the front in rose gold: phantasmagoria.

“phantasmagoria?” you repeat, tilting your head. “that sounds… ominous.”“or delicious!” yunjin counters, turning the box over in her hands. “look, no ingredients list. no expiry date. just these weird little symbols on the back.” she points to a series of tiny, almost microscopic pictograms that seem to depict various abstract concepts rather than food items: a swirling vortex, a single, glowing eye, a sprouting seed, an open book.

“where did you even get this?” you ask, reaching out to touch the smooth, cool surface of the box. it feels strangely solid, almost like stone.

yunjin shrugs, a vague memory struggling to surface. “honestly? i have no idea. someone must have given it to me. maybe that weird gift exchange last christmas? or that time i helped my aunt clear out her attic? it’s been up there for ages, i guess. i totally forgot about it.” she taps the box thoughtfully. “chocolates, i think. feels like chocolates.”

“six of them,” you counted, carefully lifting one out. “that’s three each. not a full meal, but it’s something. a very, very fancy something.” you paused, a flicker of doubt crossing your mind. “wait, this packaging... it’s a bit much for just ‘finest artisanal chocolates’, isn’t it?”

your stomach lets out another particularly loud protest, demanding attention. the peculiar box suddenly seems less like an oddity and more like a potential answer to your prayers. “well, chocolates are food. and we have absolutely nothing else. are you sure they’re not… poison?”

yunjin sniffs the box delicately. “hmm, smells faintly of… possibility. and maybe a hint of cardamom? or is that just the dust?” she jiggles it gently. a faint, muffled clinking sound confirms her theory. “definitely chocolates.”

she carefully pries open the lid. inside, nestled on a bed of dark, silk-like material, are six perfectly identical, spherical chocolates. each one is a deep, rich brown, polished to a high sheen, reflecting the weak kitchen light. there’s something mesmerising about their uniformity, their almost unnatural perfection.

“wow,” you breathe. they don’t look like mass–produced chocolates. they look like tiny, edible planets.

“they look expensive,” yunjin murmurs, picking one up. it feels surprisingly light in her fingers. “too expensive to be forgotten in a dusty cabinet, actually.” she holds it up, inspecting it closely. “no wrappers. just… pure chocolate sphere.”

your hunger, however, overrides any lingering suspicion or aesthetic appreciation. “expensive or not, my stomach thinks they look like the solution to all its problems. are we going to eat them or just stare at them?”

yunjin grins, holding the chocolate out to you. “you first. you’re the one who’s been complaining about the imminent demise by starvation.”

you hesitate for a fraction of a second. this is peculiar. very peculiar. but then, you’re peculiar. and you’re starving. you take the single sphere from her outstretched hand. it’s cool and smooth against your palm. you bring it to your nose – a faint, complex aroma, not quite pure chocolate, but something deeper, with notes of earth and distant spices.

without further thought, you pop it into your mouth.

the moment it touches your tongue, an explosion of flavor erupts. it’s not just chocolate. it’s… more. the initial richness of deep, dark cacao floods your senses, but then it morphs, unfurls, revealing layers you didn’t know chocolate could possess. you taste ripe, sun-drenched figs, followed by a surprising zest of candied orange peel, then a smoky hint of lapsang souchong tea leaves, and finally, an almost imperceptible whisper of truffle. it’s complex, overwhelming, and utterly, unbelievably delicious.

and then, it hits you. not just the flavor, but the sensation.

a wave of profound satiety washes over you, starting in your stomach and spreading outwards through every fiber of your being. it’s not just the feeling of having eaten a chocolate; it’s the profound, lingering contentment of having just finished the most elaborate, satisfying meal of your life. you feel full, deeply and truly full. not bloated, not heavy, but perfectly nourished, as if you’ve just dined on a gourmet feast prepared by a michelin-starred chef. your hunger, that roaring beast, has been utterly silenced.

you blink, disoriented. “whoa.”

yunjin is watching you, her eyebrows raised. “what? what happened? you look like you just saw a ghost.”

“i… i don’t know,” you stammer, hand instinctively going to your now-placid stomach. “i feel… incredibly full. like i just ate three courses. and it wasn’t just chocolate. it tasted like… figs and orange and tea and truffle. all at once. it was insane.”

yunjin looks doubtful. “one tiny chocolate sphere did all that? you sure you’re not just hallucinating from hunger?”

“no, i swear!” you take a deep, satisfying breath. for the first time in hours, your stomach isn’t rumbling. it’s quiet. content. “try one.”

yunjin, ever the adventurer, needs no further prompting. she picks out another sphere from the box, examines it, and pops it into her mouth. her eyes widen almost immediately.

“oh my god,” she whispers, the words barely audible. her expression shifts from curiosity to pure amazement, then to something akin to wonder. “you’re right! it’s… it’s like a whole meal. i taste… roasted lamb. and rosemary. and sun-dried tomatoes. and… is that a hint of sea salt?” her voice trails off as the wave of satiety washes over her. “i’m full. completely full. my stomach feels like it just hosted a banquet.”

you both stand there, staring at each other, the peculiar box of chocolates lying open between you. the silence in the kitchen is no longer defined by your grumbling stomachs, but by a shared sense of disbelief.

“this is crazy,” you finally say. “what are these?”

“magic, maybe?” yunjin suggests, a playful glint in her eyes. “or some kind of advanced food technology from the future.” she takes another breath. “wait. do you feel… anything else?”

you turned the box back over, carefully examining the smaller print at the bottom, which you’d initially skimmed over in your excitement. your eyes widened. then you reread it. then you reread it again, just to be sure your hunger-addled brain wasn’t playing tricks on you.

“yunjin,” you said, your voice a strange mix of disbelief and dawning amusement. “you might want to take a look at this.”

she snatched the box from your hand, her eyes scanning the bottom panel. a beat of silence. then another. her face, which had been alight with the promise of chocolate, slowly transformed. her jaw dropped. her eyes, already wide, somehow managed to stretch even further. a slow, incredulous smile spread across her face, growing wider and wider until she was practically vibrating with suppressed laughter.

“no,” she whispered, a giggle threatening to erupt. “no way... you’re kidding me.”

she shoved the box back at you, pointing with a trembling finger. “read it. out loud. the little print.”

you cleared your throat, a nervous laugh bubbling up inside you. “okay. it says... ‘experience a heightened sensory journey. crafted with rare, exotic ingredients for an unforgettable evening.’ and then, in an even smaller, almost apologetic script...” you took a breath. “‘potent aphrodisiac effects.’”

the word hung in the air between you, heavy with implication, absurd given your current broken and starving state.

silence. then, yunjin burst into peals of laughter, a loud, unrestrained cackle that echoed off the bare kitchen walls. she slapped her hand on the counter, doubling over. “aphrodisiac?! you’re telling me we’ve been rummaging like desperate scavengers for aphrodisiac chocolates?”

you couldn’t help but join her, a helpless, hysterical laugh escaping you. the absurdity of it was too much. “at the end of the month! no money, no food, just... arousal–inducing confectionery!”

yunjin straightened up, wiping a tear from her eye. her laughter subsided into a series of breathless giggles. “who even buys these? and why were they in our cabinet? did you buy them?” she accused playfully, nudging you with her elbow.

“me? never!” you scoffed, though your cheeks felt warm. “probably an old housewarming gift. or something your weird uncle left here.”

“my weird uncle usually leaves us artisanal pickles, not... this,” she gestured at the box. she picked up one of the individually wrapped chocolates, turning it over in her fingers.

“still feeling just hungry,” you said, a hint of disappointment in your voice, though you weren’t sure what you were expecting. perhaps a sudden urge to serenade a lamp post?

“give it time,” yunjin purred, her voice suddenly a little deeper, a little softer. she took a slow, deliberate bite of her second chocolate, her eyes never leaving yours. “these things are usually slow burners, aren’t they?”

as you chewed your second square, you noticed something. a subtle shift. the warmth that had been initially localized in your throat seemed to spread, a soft, pleasant flush moving through your limbs. your skin felt… a little more alive. your senses seemed to sharpen. the faint scent of yunjin’s shampoo, usually just a background note, now seemed wonderfully vivid. the way the light caught the strands of her hair, the subtle curve of her neck as she tilted her head – you noticed it all with a heightened clarity.

“i think...” you began, your voice slightly hushed, “i think i feel a little... tingly.”

yunjin let out a soft, amused hum. “tingly, huh? is that the scientific term for it?” she leaned against the counter, her posture subtly shifting, becoming more relaxed, more languid. her eyes, already playful, now held a deeper, more insistent spark. her lips, still stained with chocolate, looked incredibly inviting.

“it’s like… my blood is humming.” you confessed, a strange delicious sensation washing over you. you found your gaze drawn to her, not just because she was your roommate and you were sharing this bizarre moment, but because she suddenly seemed… incredibly captivating. every movement she made, every breath she took, felt charged with a new, alluring energy.

yunjin took a step closer, her hand reaching out to playfully flick a stray crumb from your chin. her fingers brushed against your skin, and a jolt, sharp and unexpected, shot through you. your breath hitched. her touch, usually so casual, now felt like an electric current, igniting a warmth that bloomed low in your stomach.

“is your blood humming, too?” you asked, your voice barely a whisper, your eyes locked on hers. the kitchen, once a symbol of your financial woes, now felt like an intimate, strangely charged space.

yunjin’s smile deepened, a slow, knowing curl of her lips. “oh, i’d say it’s more than humming, love. it’s practically singing a full–blown opera.” she moved another step closer, until you could feel the warmth radiating from her body. her scent, a mix of her usual fresh clean smell and something subtly musky and intoxicating, filled your senses.

you swallowed, your throat suddenly dry. the chocolate, still melting on your tongue, seemed to amplify every sensation, every nuance of her presence. the way her hair framed her face, the way her eyes crinkled at the corners when she smiled, the slight freckles dusting her nose — you saw it all with a vividness that was almost overwhelming.

“so…” you managed, your voice a little shaky, “these things really work, huh? i never thought they were efficient until now…”

yunjin leaned in, her voice dropping to a low, husky register that sent shivers down your spine. “looks like it, doesn’t it?” her hand, which had been resting on your chin, now slid down to cup your jaw, her thumb gently stroking your cheek. her eyes, dark and luminous, held yours, a silent challenge, a simmering promise.

the hunger that had driven you to this peculiar discovery was gone, replaced by a different kind of craving, one that pulsed deep within you. the world outside the kitchen, your empty bank account, the late hour — it all faded into the background. there was only yunjin, her captivating presence, and the intoxicating, delicious hum of the chocolates working their magic.

she took another small, deliberate step, until your bodies were almost touching. her breath, warm and sweet with chocolate, ghosted across your lips. “what do you say.” she whispered, her gaze dropping to your mouth, “we see just how 'unforgettable' this evening can get?”

the question hung in the charged air, a shared understanding passing between you. the only answer you could fathom was a silent, undeniable pull towards her, driven by the potent magic of those peculiar chocolates, and perhaps, by something that had always simmered just beneath the surface, now finally unleashed. you leaned in, the boundaries between you dissolving, ready to discover just how far this hunger could take you.

you leaned in, the boundaries between you dissolving, ready to discover just how far this hunger could take you.

her lips were soft, unexpectedly yielding despite the sharp intent in her eyes just moments before. the first touch was tentative, a feather–light brush, but the instant they met, a jolt, hot and liquid, surged through your veins. your own hunger, a beast newly awakened by the potent magic of those peculiar chocolates, roared. you didn't just meet her kiss; you devoured it, your mouth opening with a desperate urgency, seeking, demanding.

chocolate still lingered on her breath, a sweet, dark counterpoint to the sharp, dizzying scent of her skin. her hands, which had been resting lightly on your waist, now tightened, pulling you even closer, eliminating the last sliver of space between your bodies. your chest pressed against hers, the thin fabric of your shirt suddenly an unbearable barrier.

the kiss deepened, losing any semblance of grace. it was wet, open–mouthed, a greedy exploration. her tongue, slick and urgent, tangled with yours, a dizzying dance of sensation. you could taste the last lingering sweetness of the chocolate, but more acutely, you tasted her — a primal, musky taste that sent shivers down your spine, promising something wild and untamed. a low, guttural moan rumbled in your throat, a sound you barely recognized as your own, lost somewhere between pleasure and disbelief.

your hands, as if guided by an unknown force, tangled in her hair, pulling her closer still, uncaring if it was too rough, if you were dislodging pins or mussing carefully styled strands. you only knew you needed more, every pore of your skin screaming for closer contact. her fingers, equally impatient, scrabbled at the small of your back, bunching the fabric of your shirt, then slid under, seeking the warmth of your skin. a gasp escaped you as her fingertips, warm and calloused, grazed your bare flesh, sending a fresh wave of heat through you.

the world outside the tight circle of your embrace vanished. the gentle hum of the refrigerator, the distant city sounds, even the subtle scent of her perfume — all faded into irrelevance. there was only the dizzying taste of her mouth, the intoxicating scent of her arousal, the frantic rhythm of your combined breaths, and the insistent press of her body against yours.

she pulled back slightly, just enough for her lips to drag across your jaw, leaving a hot, wet trail. “unforgettable.” she murmured, her voice thick, hoarse, a stark contrast to the earlier whisper. you shivered, the word sending a fresh cascade of desire through you. her teeth lightly scraped the sensitive skin just below your ear, and you arched into her, a low cry escaping you. this was not the elegant, restrained desire you might have expected. this was primal, consuming, a hunger that bypassed all logic and propriety.

her lips found your neck, sucking lightly, leaving a blooming warmth that spread like wildfire. your head lolled back, exposing more of your throat, inviting her to claim it. the chocolate’s influence was undeniable now, a thick, sweet fog in your mind, dampening inhibitions, sharpening every sensation to an unbearable degree. you were operating on instinct, pure, unadulterated need.

your hands, still tangled in her hair, pulled just a little harder, tilting her head back to meet your eyes again. her pupils were dilated, dark pools reflecting a wildness that mirrored your own. there was a smear of chocolate at the corner of her mouth, a dark streak on her chin where she’d perhaps wiped it clumsily. you found yourself drawn to it, your thumb reaching out, smudging it further as you tried to wipe it away, only to abandon the effort, bringing your thumb to your own lips, tasting her, tasting the chocolate, a delicious, messy confluence.

a low growl vibrated in her chest, and her hands, no longer content with just your lower back, began to roam upwards, pressing you into her, then trailing across your ribs, dangerously close to your breasts. you gasped, your breath hitching, as her fingers brushed the sensitive side of your breast. the contact was brief, but it ignited a searing heat that pooled low in your belly.

you were both still standing, but barely. your knees felt like jelly, the world spinning gently, not from dizziness but from sheer, overwhelming sensation. you tangled your legs with hers, trying to anchor yourself, but only succeeding in creating a more intimate, clumsy embrace. your hips bumped, a frantic, uncoordinated dance that only intensified the friction.

her mouth found yours again, deeper, wetter this time. your tongues wrestled, exploring every hidden crevice, tasting every nuanced flavour. you moaned into the kiss, a desperate, pleasured sound, and felt her body shudder in response. this was sloppy, primal, exactly as the chocolates seemed to dictate. there was no finesse, no studied seduction, just raw, unleashed desire. your mouths were open, lips slick, the sounds of your hungry kisses echoing in the small space of the kitchen.

you broke apart for air, gasping, chests heaving. her eyes, still dark and dilated, scanned your face, then dropped to your mouth. “more.” she breathed, the single word a command and a plea.

your fingers moved, fumbling with the buttons of her shirt, clumsy with urgency. the top button gave way, then another. her hands mirrored yours, equally inept, tugging at the hem of your shirt, pulling it free from your jeans. the fabric rode up, exposing your abdomen, and her cool fingers, trailing fire, slid over your skin.

you wanted to rip her clothes off, and your own, but the movements were uncoordinated, hurried. buttons were missed, fabric bunched. you pulled at her shirt, desperate to feel her bare skin, and she let out a small laugh, a breathless, smoky sound, as her arms went up, allowing you to tug it over her head. it came off with a rustle, discarded carelessly to the floor, a dark puddle at your feet.

beneath, she wore a simple camisole, thin straps barely covering her shoulders. you traced the line of her collarbone, feeling the delicate bone beneath your fingertips, then slid your hands down, cupping the soft swell of her breasts through the thin material. her nipples were already hard, pressing against the fabric, and you groaned, leaning in to press your mouth to the curve of her neck, sucking lightly, fiercely where her pulse beat wildly.

she was just as impatient. her hands found the hem of your shirt, and with a shared, wordless understanding, you raised your arms, letting her pull it over your head. it joined her shirt on the floor, adding to the growing disarray. now, only the soft fabric of your bras separated you, and that too felt like an insurmountable barrier.

her eyes dropped to your chest, her gaze heavy and possessive. she reached out, her fingers trembling slightly as they traced the lace of your bra, then the soft curve of your breast beneath. a shiver ran through you, electric. your own hands were busy, fumbling with the front clasp of her bra. it proved stubborn, and you let out a frustrated sound, your fingers clumsy with desire.

she chuckled, a low, throaty sound, and reached down, her own fingers more precise, unhooking her bra with a deft flick. it fell away, revealing the soft fullness of her breasts, already flush with arousal, her nipples stiff and taut. you gazed at her, a silent gasp caught in your throat. the chocolates had stripped away your self–consciousness, leaving only raw admiration and craving.

her hands went to your own bra, her fingers brushing the sensitive skin of your ribcage as she sought the clasp. it surrendered with a soft click, and the material fell away, freeing you. now, it was skin against skin, the warm, soft press of your breasts against hers as you leaned in, a low moan escaping both of you.

you tangled your arms around her, pulling her into a slow, grinding embrace. the friction of your bare skin against hers was exquisite torture, each movement a desperate plea for more. her hands slid down your back, pressing you impossibly closer, then lower, cupping your bottom through your jeans, kneading, pulling you into her hardened core. you gasped, a sharp, choked sound, as the sudden, intense pressure ignited a fire that raged through your lower body.

her lips were at your ear, her breath hot and shallow. “you taste like sin and chocolate.” she whispered, and just the sound of her voice, rough with desire, sent another wave of shivers through you. “i want to taste you everywhere.”

your hands, now free, roamed over her back, feeling the delicate ridges of her spine, the soft curve of her waist, the taut muscles of her shoulders. you pulled her even tighter, your bodies swaying, a clumsy, sensuous dance born of pure, unadulterated need. her hand moved from your bottom, sliding between your bodies, fingers tracing the zipper of your jeans. the sensation was electric, so direct, so forbidden, that your legs threatened to give out.

you whimpered, a lost, feral sound, as she leaned her head back, offering you her throat. your mouth found the hollow of her neck, sucking fiercely, leaving a dark mark as if to brand her. this was not gentle; it was ravenous, desperate, a primal claiming driven by the potent, sweet poison of the chocolates.

her fingers found the button of your jeans, fumbling with it, then the zipper. you helped her, your own fingers trembling, eager to be free of the last suffocating layers of clothing. the denim snagged, but with a frustrated grunt from her, and a desperate pull from you, it finally gave way. you could feel the cool air against your bare stomach, and the promise of what was to come, making your nipples ache and your core throb.

this was messy, yes. there was chocolate on your chin, on her neck. your hair was a wild mess, tangles forming where her fingers had burrowed. the discarded clothes lay in disarray on the floor. your breaths were ragged, your movements less graceful, more urgent, driven by an insatiable, consuming desire that the chocolates had unleashed. you were both beyond caring, beyond consequence, lost in a world of heightened sensation and unbridled hunger.

she pushed your jeans down, the material catching around your thighs. you lifted a leg, then the other, her hands assisting, steadying you as you swayed. the denim pooled at your ankles, and then her hands were on your thighs, warm and firm, sliding upwards, past the lace of your underwear, seeking the heat beyond.

a gasp tore from your throat, raw and unrestrained, as her fingers brushed against the incredibly sensitive skin of your inner thigh. you were already wet, throbbing with anticipation, and the light touch sent a searing current through you, making your hips instinctively buck forward.

her gaze met yours, dark and knowing. “ready to get really unforgettable?” she whispered, her voice a rough caress, and you knew, with absolute certainty, that you were. the chocolates had opened a door, but the hunger that poured through was all yours, all hers, and it was boundless. you could only nod, your voice caught in your throat, as her fingers found their mark, and the evening truly began to unravel into a blissful, messy chaos.

yunjin climbed onto the sofa in the living room, adjusting herself until she was leaning back against the cushioned backrest. she spread her legs wide, the glistening pink folds of her pussy on full display. “come sit on my lap, pretty girl.” she encouraged, patting the space between her thighs. “let’s have some fun and get nice and messy together.”

as you settled onto yunjin’s lap, she wrapped her arms around your waist, pulling your naked body flush against hers. your breasts pressed together, soft and pillowy, as she began to grind her dripping slit against yours.

“ooh fuck.” yunjin gasped, tilting her hips to rub your swollen clits together. “don’t you feel so good, baby? your little pussy is so fucking wet and ready for me.”

she captured your lips in a deep, filthy kiss, all tongue and teeth and desperation. yunjin’s hands roamed your body, squeezing the globes of your ass, slipping up to pinch and tug at your nipples. she consumed you with her touch, her desire, determined to set your skin on fire and make you burn with need.

“that’s it, angel. grind this perfect cunt against mine.” she encouraged breathlessly, her voice ragged with lust. “paint my pussy with your juices, make me fucking drenched in your arousal. i want to be covered in your essence, claimed by your desire for me.”

yunjin reached over to the coffee table drawer and pulled out a small box wrapped in shimmery gold paper. “and now, for a special treat.” she purred, handing you a single aphrodisiac chocolate. yunjin took one for herself too, unwrapping her own. she popped it into her mouth, letting out a low moan. “mmmh, perfect. sweet and rich and decadent. just like you, my love.”

yunjin leaned in close, her breath hot against your ear. “open your mouth, baby. let me feed you this delicious treat.” she held the melting chocolate to your lips, the rich scent filling your nostrils. as your mouth opened to accept it, yunjin took the opportunity to slip her tongue inside, stroking yours with sensual licks.

at the same time, she began to roll her hips more insistently, grinding her slick folds against yours in a filthy scissoring rhythm. the wet sounds of your joined arousal filled the room, a lewd symphony of lust and desire. yunjin’s grip on your ass tightened, pulling you harder against her as she rutted into you.

“fuck, i can feel your little clit throbbing against mine.” she panted, nipping at your earlobe. “you’re so turned on, aren’t you, my sexy little minx? so desperate for more pleasure, for me to make you come again and again until you can’t take anymore.”

yunjin’s free hand slid down between your bodies, fingers delving into your dripping slits. she gathered your combined juices on her digits before bringing them up to your mouths. “taste us, baby. taste how fucking good we are together.” she urged, pushing her soaked fingers past your lips.

as you suckled greedily at her digits, savoring the heady flavor of your mixed arousal, yunjin captured your mouth in another searing kiss. she swallowed your moans, drinking down your pleasure like a woman starved as she continued to grind and thrust and tease you closer to the edge of ecstasy.

yunjin’s fingers found your clit, rubbing firm circles around the sensitive nub. her touch was electric, sending shockwaves of pleasure radiating through your core. “that’s it, baby. let me feel you shake and quiver on my fingers.” she coaxed, her voice a low, seductive purr in your ear. “i want to make this perfect pussy mine, want to claim every inch of your velvet walls and mark you as my own.”

she pumped her fingers faster, plunging them deep into your clutching heat as her thumb strummed your clit with ruthless precision. yunjin could feel your walls starting to flutter, knowing you were teetering on the brink of another mind–blowing orgasm.

“come for me, my sexy little angel.” yunjin demanded, her breath coming in harsh pants against your neck. “i want to feel you come undone in my arms, want to watch your beautiful face as you surrender to the pleasure. give it to me, doll. give me everything.”

she captured your lips in a bruising kiss, swallowing your cries of ecstasy as she fucked you through your climax with single–minded intensity. your juices gushed out around her plunging fingers, coating her hand and dripping down your thighs as you came harder than you ever had before.

“that’s my good girl.” yunjin praised, continuing to stroke your quivering walls as the aftershocks of your orgasm rolled through you. “you’re fucking exquisite when you let go like this. i could watch you come apart in my arms for hours.”

as the final waves of your climax subsided, yunjin gentled her touch, slowly withdrawing her fingers from your sensitive slit. she brought them up to her own mouth, making a show of licking your combined juices from the digits, her tongue swirling and lapping at every last drop.

“mmmh, we taste even better together.” she purred, a wicked grin playing at the corners of her mouth. “sweet and tangy, with a hint of sin. i could get addicted to this flavor.”

yunjin leaned in, capturing your lips in a slow, sensual kiss. she poured all her desire, all her hunger for you, into the press of her mouth against yours. her tongue traced the seam of your lips before delving inside, stroking yours with languid licks that made your toes curl.

as the kiss deepened, yunjin’s hands began to explore your body with renewed fervor. she caressed the dip of your waist, the flare of your hips, the soft swell of your breasts. her fingertips left trails of fire in their wake, stoking the embers of your arousal back into a raging inferno.

“tell me what you want, baby.” yunjin murmured against your lips, her voice low and sultry. “tell me how you want me to touch you, taste you, fuck you. i want to hear all the dirty, filthy thoughts running through this sexy little mind of yours.”

yunjin’s hand slid down to grip your thigh, squeezing the firm muscle as she guided your leg to drape over her own. she rolled her hips, grinding her slick, swollen folds against yours in a slow, sensual rhythm. the wet, obscene sound of your joined sexes filling the room, a lewd symphony of lust and desire.

yunjin knew it wasn’t helpful to ask you what you wanted or needed because your mind was completely clouded by the chocolates, but anyway, she had nothing to lose by trying to find out how high your mind was right now. it wasn’t a futile attempt, but one that she didn’t know would work.

“i just– i just need keep fucking you. can i…?” you couldn’t finish your sentence because your body wouldn’t let you, but the fact that your hips would start to move against yunjin’s involuntarily was more than enough of an answer for her.

“that’s it, baby. just like that.” yunjin encouraged breathlessly, her voice husky with arousal. “ride my pussy just like you need to. fuck, you feel so good against me, so perfect and right.”

she captured your mouth in a searing kiss, all tongue and teeth and desperation. yunjin’s hands roamed your body, squeezing the globes of your ass, slipping up to pinch and tug at your nipples. she consumed you with her touch, her desire, determined to set your skin ablaze and make you burn with need.

“i want to taste every inch of you.” yunjin growled, her lips trailing hot kisses down the column of your throat. “i want to bury my face between your thighs and feast on your sweet little cunt until you’re shaking and begging for more.”

she nipped at your collarbone, soothing the sting with her tongue before continuing her sensual assault. yunjin’s hand slid down to your dripping slit, fingers delving into your velvet heat without preamble. she pumped them in and out, curling them just so to stroke that special spot inside you that made your eyes roll back and your toes curl.

“that’s it, angel. fucking soak my fingers with your juices. i want to be drowning in your arousal, want to be covered in the evidence of your desire for me.” yunjin panted, her own lust rising with each desperate buck of your hips against her plunging hand.

she could feel your walls starting to flutter, knew you were teetering on the brink of another mind–blowing orgasm. yunjin doubled her efforts, fucking you harder, faster, spurred on by the debauched sounds spilling from your kiss-swollen lips.

“come on, baby. let me feel you come undone.” she urged, her voice a low, seductive growl. “i want to watch your beautiful face as you surrender to the pleasure, want to see you shatter in my arms.”

yunjin’s fingers pumped furiously into your dripping cunt, the obscene sound of wet flesh slapping against flesh echoing through the room. her thumb rubbed merciless circles around your throbbing clit, the pleasure bordering on pain as she drove you closer to the edge of ecstasy.

“that’s it, angel. fucking drench my fingers with your juices.” yunjin growled, feeling your velvet walls starting to clench and quiver around the invading digits. “i want to be fucking drenched in your arousal, want to smell your scent on my skin for days.”

she captured your lips in a bruising kiss, swallowing your desperate moans and whimpers as she fucked you with wild abandon. yunjin could feel the heat building in your core, the tension coiling tighter and tighter as she brought you closer to your peak.

“come for me, pretty girl.” she demanded, her voice ragged with lust and desire. ��i want to watch your face as you come apart, want to see the pleasure etched into every beautiful feature as you surrender to the bliss.”

with a final, hard thrust and a particularly rough grind of your clit, yunjin sent you hurtling over the edge. your pussy clamped down like a vice around her fingers, your juices gushing out to soak her hand and drip down your thighs. a scream of ecstasy tore from your throat as your orgasm crashed over you, wave after wave of pure, unadulterated bliss.

“that’s my good girl.” yunjin praised, gentling her touch as she worked you through the aftershocks of your climax. “you’re fucking exquisite when you let go like this. i could watch you come undone in my arms for hours.”

she peppered your face with soft kisses, your neck, your collarbone, your breasts — worshipping every inch of your skin as you trembled and quaked beneath her touch. yunjin’s own arousal throbbed insistently against your hip, the damp spot on her panties growing with each passing second.

as your climax began to subside, yunjin slowly withdrew her fingers from your fluttering sex. she brought them up to her mouth, making a show of licking your juices from the digits, her tongue swirling and lapping at every last drop. the erotic sight sent a shiver of desire down your spine.

“mmmh, you taste divine.” yunjin purred, a wicked gleam in her eyes. “sweet and tangy, with a hint of pure sin. i could get addicted to this flavor.”

she leaned in, capturing your lips in a slow, sensual kiss. her tongue traced the seam of your mouth before delving inside, stroking yours with languid licks that made your toes curl. yunjin poured all her hunger, all her desire for you, into the press of her lips against yours.

she nipped at your bottom lip, soothing the sting with her tongue before continuing. “do you want me to bury my face between your thighs and feast on your sweet little cunt until you’re shaking and begging for more? or maybe you want to feel my hard, aching cock stretching you open, filling you up so deep and fucking you until you can’t walk straight? i bet you’d love it if i fucked you so good with my strap, wouldn’t you?”

“p–please yunjin… i need– i need your mouth on me. the heat down there is unbearable, i can’t stand it anymore.”

yunjin’s eyes darkened with lust at your wanton words, a predatory grin spreading across her face. without hesitation, she pushed you onto your back and settled between your spread thighs, the heat of her breath ghosting over your sensitive, dripping folds.

“fuck, i love it when you talk dirty.” yunjin growled, her voice rough with arousal. “i’m going to eat this pretty pussy like it’s my last fucking meal, baby.”

she leaned in, dragging the flat of her tongue along your slit in a slow, sensual lick. the taste of your arousal exploded on her taste buds, spurring on her hunger for you. yunjin moaned, the vibrations sending delicious shivers up your spine as she savored your essence.

“mmmh, you’re fucking drenched.” she purred, her fingers parting your glistening lips to expose your swollen, throbbing clit. “i love seeing this sexy little cunt so desperate and needy for my touch.”

yunjin sealed her lips around your clit, suckling the sensitive bud hard as her tongue flicked and teased, stroking it mercilessly. at the same time, she plunged two fingers deep into your clutching heat, pumping them in and out at a steady, relentless pace.

“that’s it, angel. fucking drench my face with your juices.” yunjin encouraged breathlessly, feeling your walls starting to flutter around her plunging digits.* "I want to be covered in your arousal, want to taste your desire for me on my lips and my chin and my fucking cheeks."

she doubled her efforts, fucking you harder and faster as her tongue worked your clit with single–minded intensity. yunjin could feel the heat building in your core, the tension coiling tighter and tighter as she brought you closer to your peak.

“come for me, pretty girl.” she demanded, her voice muffled against your slick flesh. “i want to taste your sweet cream flooding my mouth, want to feel you gush all over my face as you surrender to the pleasure.”

yunjin gripped your hips, pulling you harder against her mouth as she ate you with wild abandon. she could feel your body starting to tremble, knew you were teetering on the brink of a mind–blowing orgasm.

with a final, hard suck to your clit and a particularly deep thrust of her fingers, yunjin sent you hurtling over the edge. your pussy clamped down like a vice, your juices gushing out to coat her face and chin and drip down her neck as your orgasm crashed over you. a scream of pure ecstasy tore from your throat, your back arching off the bed as wave after wave of intense pleasure consumed you.

yunjin didn’t let up, even as you convulsed and shook beneath her. she continued to lap and suck at your spasming sex, determined to wring every last drop of pleasure from your quivering body. her fingers pumped lazily in and out of your fluttering walls, helping to draw out your intense climax.

“that’s my good girl.” yunjin praised, her voice a low, satisfied rumble against your sensitive flesh.* “fucking soak my face with your juices, baby. i want to be dripping in your arousal, marked by your desire for me.”

she placed soft kisses along your inner thighs, up to your dripping slit, before dragging her tongue through your folds in a slow, sensual lick. yunjin savored the taste of your release, relishing the way your essence coated her mouth and chin.

finally, she lifted her head, a wicked grin spreading across her face as she took in your debauched appearance — hair mussed, cheeks flushed, lips parted as you struggled to catch your breath. yunjin licked her lips, swallowing the last of your juices.

“mmmh, you taste even better when you come on my tongue.” she purred, crawling up your body to capture your lips in a searing kiss. she forced you to taste yourself on her mouth, drinking down your moans as she caressed your trembling form.

but just as yunjin helped you, you needed to return the favor. she was just as, or maybe, much more turned on and needy than you, only she was prioritizing your pleasure over hers.

“let me return the favor. sit on my face.”

yunjin’s eyes flashed with hunger and desire at your words, a predatory grin spreading across her face. she quickly shuffled up on the couch, straddling your face with her thick, muscular thighs. the scent of her arousal filled your nostrils, musky and intoxicating, making your head spin with want.

“fuck yes, baby. i’ve been dying to feel your pretty little mouth on my pussy. you have no idea.” yunjin growled, gripping the back of the couch for support as she positioned herself over you. “i want to ride your face until i paint your tongue white with my cum.”

she lowered her hips, grinding her dripping slit against your parted lips. the first touch of your mouth on her aching sex made yunjin gasp, her head falling back as she savored the sensation. she rolled her hips, smearing her juices all over your chin and cheeks, marking you with her scent.

“put that wicked tongue to good use, angel.” she instructed, her voice tight with arousal. “lick my cunt like you mean it. taste every fucking inch of me, baby.”

yunjin reached down, gripping your hair and guiding your face against her dripping folds. she rolled her hips, grinding her swollen clit against your lips as she urged you to part them further. the first touch of your tongue on her sensitive flesh made yunjin shudder, a low moan escaping her throat.

“that’s it, just like that.” she praised, encouraging you to explore her sex with your mouth. “fuck, your tongue feels incredible. i knew this pretty little mouth would be perfect for eating pussy.”

yunjin began to rock her hips in earnest, riding your face with increasing fervor. she held your head in place as she fucked your mouth, her juices flooding your taste buds with each thrust. the obscene sound of her wet sex slapping against your chin and the lewd squelch of your lips and tongue working her folds filled the room.

the taste of yunjin’s arousal was intoxicating, her musky essence coating your tongue as you explored her dripping sex. you licked and sucked and flicked, spurred on by her increasingly desperate moans and the way her thighs trembled around your head.

“oh fuck, baby. your mouth is pure sin. i can’t get enough of your talented little tongue.” yunjin gasped, her grip on your hair tightening as she ground harder against your lips. “suck on my clit, angel. fucking worship it with your mouth until i come all over your pretty face.”

she rocked her hips faster, chasing her rapidly approaching climax. the room filled with the lewd sounds of her arousal and your eager suckling, a symphony of lust and desire. yunjin’s breath came in short, sharp pants as she teetered on the brink of ecstasy.

“fuck, i’m going to come. don’t stop, baby. keep licking, keep sucking. i need to paint your face with my cum.” she cried out, her voice raw with pleasure. “ah, fuck! here it comes, angel. get ready!”

with a final, hard grind of your lips and a particularly intense flick of your tongue, yunjin came undone. her sex clenched and fluttered, gushing her sweet nectar all over your chin and cheeks as she rode out her intense climax. her body shuddered and jerked, thighs squeezing around your head as wave after wave of pure bliss consumed her.

as yunjin’s orgasm began to subside, she slowly lifted her hips from your face. her juices coated your chin and cheeks, dripping down onto your neck and chest. she took a moment to catch her breath, her chest heaving as she stared down at you with a look of pure, unadulterated lust.

“fuck, that was incredible.” yunjin praised, her voice a low, satisfied rumble. “i knew this pretty little mouth would be perfect for eating pussy, but damn, you exceeded all my expectations.”

she leaned down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. yunjin forced you to taste her own arousal on your mouth, swapping the essence of her release between your lips. her tongue stroked yours sensually, languidly, as she savored the flavor of your shared passion.

as the kiss deepened, yunjin’s hands began to wander your body, caressing and squeezing the curves of your breasts, the dip of your waist, the flare of your hips. her touch ignited sparks beneath your skin, stoking the embers of your own desire back into a raging inferno.

yunjin’s fingers found your nipples, rolling and pinching the hardened peaks as she ground her still–dripping sex against your thigh. the sensation of her slick folds gliding over your skin sent a shiver of need down your spine, making your own arousal throb with renewed intensity.

yunjin’s eyes softened, a gentle smile playing at the corners of her mouth as she looked down at your flushed and panting form. she brushed a strand of hair from your forehead, tucking it tenderly behind your ear.

“mmmh, i think a little rest is a good idea.” she murmured, her voice a low, intimate rumble. “we have all night to explore each other’s bodies and push the boundaries of pleasure. there’s no need to rush, baby.”

yunjin rolled off of you, settling onto her back beside you on the couch. she pulled you close, tucking your head onto her chest and wrapping her arms around you in a warm, protective embrace. the steady, soothing rhythm of her heartbeat filled your ears as you snuggled against her.

“come here, (y/n). rest that little head on my chest and let's catch our breath.” she encouraged softly, stroking your hair with a gentle hand. “you’ve more than earned a break after the way you worshipped my pussy with that talented tongue of yours.”

yunjin placed a tender kiss on the top of your head, breathing in the scent of your hair as she held you close. she knew that as soon as you were both rested and ready, she would be more than eager to continue your sensual explorations, to bring you both to new heights of ecstasy and pleasure.

“after a short break… another round sounds good?”

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melanchoire · 6 days ago

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bro hear me out un fic de Karina basado en borro cassette de Maluma 😝 (no importa si está en inglés)

EUUUUU SIII tengo que ponerme a pensar

#meya ♱ inbox #meya ♱ anon asks

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melanchoire · 6 days ago

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hey! can you do aespa and reader part 2? It was so good!

part 2 of what exactly 😭

#meya ♱ inbox

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melanchoire · 6 days ago

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The memes u use always have me crying LMAOOOO WHERE DO U GET THEM??

pinterest ❤️ just search "shitpost" and BOOM funny pics

#meya ♱ inbox #meya ♱ anon asks

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melanchoire · 6 days ago

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male writers blocked me 😭 a list of the ones im consent

authorhjk1 (idk who is)

writerpeach (the same)

PLSSS maricas

#meya talks

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melanchoire · 6 days ago

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#SPOT! with AHN YUJIN

summary. giving yujin attitude always feels like a game you can win—until she decides she’s had enough, and suddenly you’re reminded exactly how dangerous it is to tempt someone who loves putting you back in your place.

content warnings. anal, brat taming, breeding, choking, clit play, creampie, cum eating, deep throat, degradation, dirty talk, dumbification, face fucking, fingering, gropping, hair pulling, humiliation, multiple orgasms, nipple play, pet names, praise, spanking, squirting, throat fucking, titsucking.

word count. 15, 276.

ׂ╰┈➤ kinktember masterlist. ׂ

another boring wednesday afternoon. the words echoed in the cavernous expanse of your mind, each syllable a lead weight dragging you deeper into the plush, yet increasingly suffocating, cushions of your couch. you hated these days, these flat, featureless stretches of time where the absence of a single worry or pending task became an existential dread. no deadline loomed, no errand called, no friend demanded your presence. just a vast, empty canvas of hours, so devoid of impetus that you couldn’t even muster the energy to conjure a plan, however half–baked.

this particular brand of soul-crushing ennui was amplified tenfold by the company you kept. yujin. your girlfriend. a woman whose usual bubbly energy transformed into an unstoppable, hyperactive puppy whenever boredom sunk its teeth into her. the end result? your patience, already stretched thin on a good day, frayed and snapped under the relentless assault of her unchanneled exuberance.

you were currently slumped on the sectional sofa, a monument to your own ennui, trying to lose yourself in the flickering images of a movie playing on the tv. you had no idea what it was called, nor what its premise entailed; the plot seemed to be a convoluted mess of explosions and whispered secrets, but at least it was trying to take away the boredom from you both. or, at least, from you. yujin, meanwhile, was a heavy, warm weight slumped against your side, her head burrowed into your shoulder, her breath a soft, rhythmic caress against your neck. you could feel the subtle vibrations of her low hum, a precursor to the storm, before it began.

“babe.” a faint murmur. you ignored it, focusing on a particularly dramatic car chase unfolding on screen. a high–pitched squeal of tires. good. distraction.

“babe.” a little louder this time, accompanied by a tentative tug on the strap of your tank top, just enough to make the fabric stretch uncomfortably against your skin. you remained steadfast, staring forward. you could feel her eyes on you, a burning focus that was somehow more disruptive than a full–blown conversation.

“baaaaabe.” the word was drawn out, a whine that grated on your already frayed nerves. the tug on your strap became more insistent, a repetitive, rhythmic pluck, pluck, pluck. it made a soft thwack sound against your collarbone with each release. you counted them, silently, a futile attempt to impose order on the chaos brewing beside you. one, two, three… you were at sixteen before you finally, reluctantly, felt your jaw clench. your patience, a finite resource, was rapidly dwindling.

you turned your head slowly, deliberately, not a sharp jerk, but a measured rotation, until your eyes, blazing with an internal fire that promised a swift and painful demise, met hers. her expression was innocent, wide–eyed, a mischievous glint dancing in their depths, challenging you. her lips were pursled into a tiny pout, designed specifically, you knew, to disarm you, to make you crack a smile. it didn’t work. not today. today, the only thing about to crack was your façade of calm.

yujin’s face was inches from yours, her eyes wide and sparkling with an almost mischievous innocence. a faint, knowing smile played on her lips, a clear sign that she knew exactly what she was doing. she knew she was pushing you. yujin is aware of her own actions, of course she is — she knows she’s unbearable and worse than a severe headache, but that’s the main reason why she’s being so annoying; she knows it pisses you off when she’s like this.

it wasn’t that you couldn’t stand yujin, in fact, you were more than used to her attitude of a little boy full of energy and wanting attention all the time. it was that today you didn’t have enough patience to deal with her attitude, and it seemed that today yujin felt like being more annoying than ever — she knows your mood swings and knows that it's best not to bother you when you’re having one of those days where you can’t even stand yourself, but today yujin was bored and wouldn’t be the usual girlfriend! if you think you’re bored, yujin is twice as bored and much more so than you; she is practically unbearable and not at all tolerable when boredom takes over her body, making her way more annoying and clingy than usual... yes, she can be worse than she usually is. you don’t know how she does it, but yujin always seems to be able to outdo herself when it comes to levels of being loud and annoying. it seems to be a challenge for her to set out to be more and more annoying when she feels it is convenient, basically when she feels like messing with you for a while and putting you in a bad mood.

“what?” you bit out, your voice rougher than intended. you really didn’t want to respond in a way that sounded much more than abrupt and rude, but yujin seemed to be trying to test your patience with her unremarkable attitude today — of course you’re not an idiot and you know she’s doing it on purpose, but telling her that is pointless because she would completely deny it. yujin has that detail of contradicting you every time you throw her actions in her face, mainly because she likes to argue with you.

her smile widened, crinkling the corners of her eyes. “i’m bored, babe.” she announced, as if this was breaking news, as if her entire being hadn’t been screaming it for the last half hour. her tone was light, almost sing–song, completely oblivious, or perhaps perfectly aware, of the storm brewing behind your eyes.

and there it was. the declaration. the official start of her playful, teasing onslaught. your mood, already hovering dangerously close to foul, dropped several degrees into the abyss. this was going to be a long, long afternoon.

“yeah, i gathered.” you mumbled, turning back to the tv. the hero was now contemplating a complex map. you wished you had a map, a detailed, topographical map, of how to escape this situation.

her fingers, however, were still curled around the strap of your tank top. she didn’t let go. Instead, her touch shifted—light, absentminded at first—as she began to trace slow, aimless patterns along your shoulder blade through the thin fabric. it should’ve felt harmless. the pressure was featherlight, almost innocent, as though she were just lost in thought, doodling circles on your skin like she wasn’t fully aware of it.

but you knew better.

there was nothing idle about her. beneath that calm, casual motion was a current of barely contained energy, something unspoken but electric. you could feel it pulsing from her fingertips, humming beneath every slow glide of her nail or pause of her thumb. it didn’t hurt—not exactly—but it prickled at your senses, like sandpaper brushing over sunburn, delicate and maddening. the kind of touch that didn’t just settle on your skin, but crawled under it.

your breath hitched.

she leaned in just slightly, close enough that you could feel the heat of her breath near your neck, her presence a quiet gravity pulling your composure apart thread by thread. and then, softly, casually, with a tone that made your pulse skip.

“babe.”

“yes?” the single word was clipped, sharp, laced with all the barely–restrained irritation you felt. your voice was low, dangerous. little by little you felt like you were on the verge of telling yujin to fuck off for being annoying as a stone in your shoe, but unfortunately you can’t just be rude to your girlfriend like that, so you have to take a deep breath and keep going.

yujin’s pout deepened, but the mischievous glint remained. “are you mad at me?” she whispered, leaning closer, her breath smelling faintly of the strawberry yogurt she’d insisted on eating earlier.

you let out a long, suffering sigh, a sound that conveyed the weight of the world, or at least the weight of her, pressing down on you. “i’m not mad at you. i’m not even mad at all if that’s your question.” you lied, your eyes narrowing as you analyzed her expression. “i’m just trying to watch the movie.” you gestured vaguely at the tv with your chin, the nameless, plotless film still blaring its chaotic symphony.

“but it’s boring.” she stated, as if this was irrefutable fact, the ultimate justification for her campaign of terror. “you’re boring. you’re being boring by enjoying this shit.”

“some people find that entertaining.” you retorted, a faint edge to your voice. again, you didn’t want to suddenly react and start arguing with yujin, or rather, let her tease you to death and enjoy seeing you angry because that’s her goal.

“do you?” she murmured, her voice laced with challenge. she nudged her head against your jaw, a playful, insistent motion. “are you entertained, my love? you look somewhat tense.”

you sighed, a deep, shuddering exhalation that did little to release the tension coiling in your chest. “i’m trying to be. if you’d let me.”

“but you’re not really.” she hummed, unconvinced. she pulled back slightly, just enough to look up at you, her chin resting on your shoulder. her eyes, those damned sparkling eyes, held a playful dare. “you’re just… pretending. to escape the boredom. aren’t you? or in other words, you could say that you’re trying to focus on the movie to ignore me, right?”

she pushed herself up slightly, her elbow digging into your ribs, and draped an arm over your chest. her fingers began drumming a restless, syncopated beat against your collarbone, a new form of torture. “i’m sooooooo bored, babe. like, deathly bored. my brain cells are shriveling up. i can feel them.”

you pinched the bridge of your nose, closing your eyes for a moment. “then do something,” you muttered, your voice muffled. “read a book. get on your phone. go for a walk. organize your closet. anything. just stop trying to piss me off and leave me alone, yujin.” the suggestions tumbled out, desperate pleas for peace.

she snorted, a soft, unladylike sound, her body shaking with suppressed amusement. “ew, no. that all sounds like effort. and loneliness. i want us to do something.” she emphasized the ‘us’ with a playful poke to your chest. “something fun. something exciting. something that isn’t… this.” she gestured vaguely at the tv with her head, her hand still drumming on your chest. her energy was a tangible thing, humming around her like a force field, threatening to engulf your serene, albeit dull, afternoon.

“we’re watching a movie.” you reiterated, a faint hint of exasperation creeping into your tone. “that’s something.”

“it’s not doing something,” she countered immediately, her head lifting from your shoulder to look at you fully now, her face inches from yours. her eyes, bright and searching, seemed to take in every detail of your annoyed expression — the slight frown line between your brows, the tense set of your jaw. this only seemed to fuel her. a wide, impish grin spread across her face, and you knew, with a sinking feeling, that you were doomed. the puppy had officially gone feral.

“we could do something else.” she suggested, her voice suddenly bright, like a child pitching an idea. “we could build a fort! or bake cookies! or… have a dance–off! i bet i could beat you, you know, i learned the ‘just dance’ dances since i went to karina’s house last saturday, but yuna was also there, and then the three of us–”

“no.” you said flatly, your eyes still on the now–irrelevant movie. the hero was now expertly hot-wiring a car. you wished you could hot–wire your own brain to simply shut down.

“why not?” she pouted, her lower lip sticking out. you could feel the weight of her gaze, the sheer force of her unspent energy. “i’m bored, and i know you too.”

“because i don’t want to build a fort, i don’t want to bake cookies, and i certainly don’t want to have a dance–off right now.” you listed, each word clipped and precise.

“are you getting moody, my love?” she purred, her voice dropping to a teasing whisper. she used her free hand to gently, playfully, pinch your cheek, then slide her fingers into your hair, ruffling it with a distinct lack of care. “my poor, grumpy baby. does the boring wednesday afternoon make your little face wrinkle up like a prune?”

you smacked her hand away from your hair, a sharp, quick motion that barely registered on her. “stop it, yujin.”

you wanted to scream. you wanted to scream into the cushions, into the void, into her irritatingly perfect, smiling face. but you knew that would only egg her on. it would be a victory for her, a sign that she had successfully broken your composure. and you were not about to give her that satisfaction.

she started humming. a soft, tuneless hum at first, then it grew louder, evolving into a slightly off–key rendition of a pop song you vaguely recognized. her fingers, ever restless, abandoned your tank top strap and began to trace the lines of your arm, from your shoulder down to your elbow, over and over.

“stop humming, it’s annoying.” you muttered, barely above a whisper, pressing your fingers to your temple as a dull ache bloomed behind your eyes. the repetitive, tuneless sound had been going on for what felt like forever, grating on your nerves like nails on a chalkboard. you didn’t mean to snap, but the combination of the headache that yujin was giving, the exhaustion, and their complete lack of awareness made your patience wear thin.

she stopped. for exactly five seconds. then she started tapping her foot. a quick, staccato rhythm against the floor. you could feel the vibrations through the couch.

“yujin.” you warned, your voice low and edged with quiet menace, like a storm gathering just beyond the horizon. the name cut through the air like a knife, sharp and deliberate. you didn’t need to raise your voice — there was more power in the simmering tone, the barely restrained fury behind it. your eyes locked onto hers, unblinking, a silent demand hanging between you that said: don’t push me.

she stopped tapping. you braced for the next assault. it came swiftly. she suddenly sat up, straddling your lap, her knees on either side of your thighs. her weight surprised you, pressing you deeper into the cushions of the old, overstuffed sofa, a familiar sinking sensation that usually meant surrender. her face, still too close, was beaming.

and that’s when you felt her erection poking against your stomach through her jeans.

you hadn’t even registered the exact moment she’d shifted from annoying, rhythmic finger–tapping on your arm to this. one second, an irritating, persistent drumming against your bicep as you tried, in vain, to focus on the bland, predictable movie flickering on the screen. the next, a sudden, powerful lurch, and then she was there, a vibrant, warm weight settling firmly onto your lap. your breath hitched, not out of alarm, but from the abrupt shift in your world’s axis. her jeans, soft with countless washes, pressed against your thighs, the denim a familiar texture. the scent of her—faintly citrusy from her shampoo, underpinned by her own unique, sweet musk—filled your nostrils, overriding the stale popcorn aroma from the bowl that had long since been kicked under the coffee table.

yujin. always yujin.

her smile was wide, full of mischievous light, crinkling the corners of her eyes, eyes that were too bright, too relentlessly cheerful for your current state of magnificent, carefully nurtured sulk. you had been enjoying your mood, you really had. it was a comfortable melancholy, a low hum of dissatisfaction with the world, the movie, and perhaps, a little, with yourself. it was a mood that required quiet, uninterrupted contemplation, preferably in a horizontal position with minimal human interaction. and yujin, bless her utterly irrepressible soul, was the antithesis of quiet and uninterrupted.

“what was that for?” you murmured, your voice a little thicker than you intended, partly from surprise, partly from the effort of maintaining your stoic facade. your hands, which had been resting loosely on your own legs, were suddenly acutely aware of the warmth radiating from her, the soft give of her thighs beneath them. you made no move to place them on her, to touch her back, to steady her. this was her move. let her own it.

she merely beamed wider, her eyes dancing, twin pools of playful intent. “for… being so terribly serious. you’re being disgustingly grumpy today, you know?” she whispered, her voice a low, teasing purr that sent a shiver skittering down your spine despite your best efforts to remain aloof. her head tilted slightly, her dark hair, a little damp from her post–gym shower, brushing against your jaw. the wisps tickled, a feather–light provocation.

you tried to glare, truly, you did. your brows furrowed with all the defiance you could summon, but it was hard—damn near impossible—when her face was so close. when her eyes, bright with mischief, were locked onto yours like she could read every thought you were trying not to have. when her lips, still curved in that infuriatingly charming smile, were just inches away, so close you could feel the subtle shift of the air every time she breathed. it wasn’t fair—the way her presence curled around you like heat, the way her breath ghosted across your cheek, soft and warm and distracting. your chest rose and fell faster than you wanted it to, betraying the steady front you were trying to put up. and all the while, she just stayed there, calm and teasing, like she knew exactly what she was doing to you.

“i’m not serious.” you countered quickly, a little too quickly, the defensiveness in your tone giving you away. the words left your mouth with a slight whine, and you winced internally—you even sounded petulant. still, you crossed your arms and tried to salvage your dignity. “i was concentrating.” you added, quieter this time, as if that would somehow make it sound more reasonable, more mature. but even then, the slight pout tugging at your lips betrayed you.

“on that?” she scoffed, eyebrows arching like you’d just suggested watching paint dry for fun. her gaze flicked to the television screen with the kind of disdain usually reserved for soggy cereal or poorly made coffee. onscreen, a painfully uninspired car chase was unfolding instead of the boring action movie—two cars weaving lazily through traffic with all the urgency of a sunday afternoon drive. she let out a sigh so theatrical it could have earned a standing ovation, and slumped back slightly like the mere act of acknowledging the scene had physically drained her.

“darling.” she began, voice thick with feigned exhaustion and something far more playful underneath, “that movie is so boring, i think it’s actively siphoning the will to live from the atmosphere. i mean, i can feel my soul slowly slipping out of my body, one painfully dull explosion at a time. it’s like… visual chloroform.”

she turned back to you, lips curled into a smirk that was equal parts challenge and seduction, her face close enough again that you could feel the warmth radiating from her skin. “tell me honestly—are you actually enjoying this?” she asked, tilting her head slightly, a lock of hair falling into her face in a way that felt far too perfect to be accidental. “because i’m starting to think this movie’s a test. of patience. or sanity. or both.”

then she leaned in, her voice dropping just a notch, soft and silk-smooth. “we could be doing literally anything else, you know.” she murmured, her fingers trailing lightly along your arm, barely there. “anything more exciting. more fun. more… hands–on.”

before you could retort, before you could defend the dubious merits of a film you only half–cared about, she moved. her hands, which had been resting casually on your shoulders, slid up, her fingers threading into the hair at your nape, giving a gentle, almost imperceptible tug. her head dipped, a slow, deliberate motion, and then her lips, soft and surprisingly warm, were at your neck.

a jolt went through you, sharp and immediate. you felt your carefully constructed wall of indifference begin to crumble, brick by agonizing brick. her lips, firm yet yielding, pressed against the sensitive skin just beneath your ear, sending a wave of goosebumps down your arms. you shivered, a small, involuntary tremor, and her smile, you just knew, widened against your skin.

she kissed once, a soft, exploratory press, then again, a little firmer, a little more confident. her breath was warm against your skin, and you could feel the faint brush of her eyelashes as she angled her head. a sigh escaped you, a soft, almost inaudible sound that you immediately regretted. it was an admission, a crack in your armor.

“oh, is that a sigh of contentment?” she murmured, her voice a low, velvet purr that vibrated against the sensitive skin of your neck, right over your carotid artery. the warmth of her breath sent a shiver racing down your spine, sharp and delicious. you could feel the curve of her smile as she spoke, smug and knowing, like she already had you figured out and was savoring every second of it.

then her lips moved—slowly, deliberately—tracing a line along your jaw, unhurried and confident, as though she had all the time in the world and every intention of using it. each brush of her mouth left a trail of fire in its wake, your skin tingling in the aftermath of her touch. the heat of her body pressed closer, the faint scent of her perfume wrapping around you like a net, intoxicating and inescapable.

you closed your eyes, breath catching in your throat as you tried—really tried—to hold on to even the tiniest shred of composure. but your head tilted before you could stop it, a subtle, involuntary movement, exposing more of your neck to her with quiet surrender. a silent invitation you hadn’t meant to offer, but one she clearly noticed. her hum of approval was soft, almost indulgent, and it vibrated against your skin like a secret only the two of you knew.

she didn’t have to say a word—you could feel her smile widen against you, victorious.

her hands, still tangled in your hair, began to knead gently, her fingertips working slow, deliberate circles against your scalp. the sensation was almost hypnotic—comforting, grounding, and achingly intimate. you hadn’t even realized how much tension you’d been holding there until she started to melt it away, her touch both soothing and electrifying. dach motion sent a wave of warmth through your body, like she was unraveling you piece by piece, expertly, effortlessly.

meanwhile, her lips continued their unhurried descent, brushing past your jawline, tasting the slope of your neck with soft, maddening precision. she paused at the sensitive hollow of your throat, letting her breath linger there, hot and unsteady, just before the press of her mouth made contact. the kiss was slow—teasing, almost reverent—but you could feel the pulse beneath your skin leap at the contact.

and then—her other hand, the one that had been resting innocently on your thigh, began to move. it was subtle at first, her palm sliding just slightly, but there was nothing accidental about it. her touch was intentional, firm but featherlight, like she was testing the boundaries of how much she could make you feel with the barest effort. her fingers traced idle, circling patterns against your skin, gradually moving upward with agonizing patience. every inch she claimed felt like a promise wrapped in fire and silk.

your breath hitched—just once—but it was enough for her to notice. of course she noticed. you felt the curve of her smile against your throat, smug and amused and devastatingly sure of herself, like she already knew just how close you were to unraveling.

it was a slow, teasing journey. first, her palm settled flat against your outer thigh, the gentle warmth seeping through your sweatpants. then, her fingers began to spread, inching just slightly, ever so slowly, towards your inner thigh. you felt the subtle shift of her weight as she leaned into the kiss, her body pressing more intimately against yours. the movie, the boring, interminable movie, faded into an indistinct background hum. all that existed was yujin, her warmth, her scent, the exquisite pressure of her lips and hands.

her kisses grew bolder, more insistent. she moved lower, past your collarbone, her lips trailing a path of sweet torment, each touch awakening new nerve endings. you felt her teeth lightly graze your skin, a playful nip that made you gasp softly. a sound, half–moan, half–hitch, escaped your throat. this was no longer just playful teasing. this was a deliberate seduction, a full–frontal assault on your resolve.

“you’re so tense.” she whispered, her voice husky against your skin as she placed a soft, lingering kiss on the pulse point at the base of your throat. her fingers, which had been slowly inching their way across your thigh, now curled around the fabric of your sweatpants, her thumb brushing against your inner thigh. it was a light, almost accidental touch, but it sent a fresh wave of heat pooling low in your belly.

you swallowed hard, your throat suddenly dry like your body had forgotten how to breathe the moment she looked at you that way — soft, searching, like she could see past every wall you’d ever built. your fingers twitched at your sides, aching to reach for her and terrified to try.

“i was comfortable being tense.” you said, and your voice came out barely more than a whisper, breathy and strained, like it hurt to admit. because it did. you weren’t used to softness, to the kind of quiet intimacy that didn’t demand anything, just offered. and she—god, she offered. with every glance, every slight smile, every time she said your name like it meant something.

you didn’t dare meet her eyes, not yet. you were too busy holding yourself together, too used to the tension being your armor. the silence after your words stretched, warm and a little painful, like the pause before a first kiss. and still, she said nothing — just waited, patient and kind and dangerous in the way that only someone who makes you feel safe can be.

she chuckled, a low, throaty sound that resonated deep within your chest. pulling back slightly, just enough for you to feel the loss of her lips, she looked up at you, her eyes sparkling, a knowing glint in their depths. her smile was utterly devastating.

“you looked mad.” she corrected, her thumb continuing its light, rhythmic caress against your thigh, a silent counterpoint to her words. “and i don’t like it when you’re mad. especially not over… that.” she gestured vaguely towards the tv, a fleeting, dismissive wave of her hand.

her free hand, the one that had been holding your hair, now moved, tracing the line of your jaw, her thumb brushing gently over your bottom lip. you felt a tremor pass through her, or perhaps it was your own body reacting to her touch. her gaze dropped to your mouth, lingering there, promising.

“we could do something fun instead,” she whispered, her voice low and smoky, every syllable a gentle tease laced with mischief and unmistakable want. her breath brushed against your cheek, warm and maddeningly close, sending a shiver dancing down your spine.

her thumb continued its slow, deliberate stroke over your bottom lip, feather-light and unhurried, like she had all the time in the world to unravel you. the touch was intimate, electric—infuriatingly gentle but with intent you could feel in your bones. your breath hitched, shallow and shaky, and your lips parted before you could stop them, a silent invitation or maybe just a surrender.

she tilted her head slightly, eyes never leaving yours, a small, knowing smile curving her mouth. “unless you’d rather keep pretending you’re not thinking about fucking me.”

and just like that, the tension between you went from a simmer to a low, unbearable boil.

before you could gather your thoughts, before you could even articulate a single coherent word, her left hand, which had been steadily working its magic on your thigh, began to explore further. it slid upward, past the knee, along the curve of your inner thigh, her fingers spreading wide, taking in the warmth and softness of your skin beneath the thin fabric. the casualness with which she touched you belied the electric current that now coursed through your veins.

you felt your hips instinctively tilt, a small, subtle movement that was entirely without conscious thought, an unconscious invitation for her to continue. your hands, still awkwardly resting on your own legs, twitched, a sudden urge to reach out, to pull her closer, to tangle your fingers in her hair and deepen the kiss that was surely coming.

her thumb found the sensitive skin high on your inner thigh, a delicate pressure that made your breath catch. her touch was not overtly aggressive, but it was incredibly deliberate, a clear statement of her intent. she was claiming you, slowly, sweetly, but without any doubt about her purpose.

her eyes, still locked with yours, darkened, reflecting the intensity building between you. you could see the subtle flush rising on her cheeks, the slight parting of her lips. she was as affected as you were, maybe more so.

and then, her hand moved again, a smooth, confident slide. her fingers dipped under the waistband of your sweatpants, a sudden, shocking warmth on your skin. you gasped, a soft, involuntary sound. her palm was hot against your lower belly, her fingers curling just inside the elastic, teasing, hinting at more. she was utterly shameless, and utterly captivating.

her other hand, the one that had been tracing your jaw, now slid around your neck, her thumb brushing against your adam’s apple, a light, almost possessive pressure. she leaned in again, her face inches from yours, her eyes searching yours for permission, for desire, for the green light she knew you were about to give her.

“the movie’s still on.” you managed to say, though the words were barely more than a breath—fragile, trembling, a last, half-hearted attempt at resistance. you weren’t even sure who you were trying to convince anymore—her or yourself. the flickering light from the screen painted soft shadows across her face, but you couldn't focus on anything except the way her fingers traced the curve of your jaw, slow and reverent, like she was learning you by touch alone.

and even as the protest left your lips, your eyes fluttered shut, heavy with surrender. your head tilted back instinctively, offering her more, craving more. her touch burned through the fabric of your restraint, igniting something hot and aching in your chest. you felt your body lean into hers, betraying every word you hadn’t dared to say out loud.

the movie droned on in the background—forgotten, irrelevant. the only thing real in that moment was her—her warmth, her breath at your ear, her fingers mapping the edges of your hesitation like she meant to erase them entirely.

and maybe… you were ready to let her.

she chuckled, a soft, triumphant sound, her lips brushing against yours. “is it?” she murmured, the question a feather–light caress. “i hadn’t noticed. i’m too busy having fun right now.” her body shifted, pressing even closer, her hips settling more firmly against yours. you felt the delicious friction, the heat building between your bodies.

her fingers, which had been resting just inside your sweatpants, now began to wander, a slow, exhilarating exploration of your lower abdomen, tracing circles, applying feather–light pressure that made your muscles clench in anticipation. the soft fabric of your shirt, now bunched around your waist from her earlier movements, suddenly felt too tight, too constricting. you wanted her skin against yours, immediate and unfiltered.

you opened your eyes, meeting her gaze. there was no more pretense of the boring movie, no more sullen mood, no more carefully constructed resistance. there was only yujin, her eyes dark with desire, her smile soft and intimate, and your own body, humming with a desperate need for more of her.

her free hand, the one on your neck, slid around to the back of your head, her fingers threading into your hair, pulling gently, tilting your head just so. her thumb found the soft skin behind your ear, stroking lightly. you felt your entire body relax into her, a delicious surrender.

“so…” she whispered, her voice thick with unspoken promises. “fun?”

your response was a soft, guttural sound, an assent that needed no words. you looped your arms around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer, your fingers digging into the soft fabric of her shirt, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath. her scent enveloped you, intoxicating and exhilarating.

her lips were on yours then, not a gentle brush, but a deep, hungry kiss, a culmination of all the teasing, all the yearning. her mouth was soft and warm, moving against yours with a practiced ease that made your head spin. you kissed her back with an urgency that surprised even yourself, pouring all your pent–up desire into the connection.

the air thickened, a palpable hum of unasked questions and unspoken desires. her hand, still under your waistband, no longer simply wandered. it pressed more firmly, fingers spreading, exploring, making contact with the sensitive skin of your hip bone, then moving lower, teasing the very edge of intimacy. you arched against her, a barely contained moan vibrating in your throat as the kiss deepened, her tongue tangling with yours in a dance that promised more than just a movie night. the boring movie on the screen was truly, utterly forgotten. the real show had just begun.

your fingers, previously tangled in her soft hair, released their grip to slide down her neck, tracing the delicate line of her collarbone before dipping beneath the strap of her oversized t–shirt. you felt the warmth of her skin, the subtle quiver of her muscles beneath your touch, mirroring the tremors that were starting to ripple through your own body. her breath hitched as your thumb grazed the swell of her breast, a silent invitation that you were more than ready to accept.

but yujin, ever the playful orchestrator, pulled back just enough to break the kiss, leaving your lips swollen and tingling, aching for more. your eyes, hazy with desire, met hers. in their depths, you saw a potent mix of tenderness, mischief, and a fierce determination. the soft glow of the television illuminated her face, highlighting the slight flush on her cheeks, the sparkle in her eyes. “still moody, my love?” she whispered, her voice a low, husky purr that sent shivers down your spine.

you could only manage a small shake of your head, your throat suddenly dry. the earlier cloud of disquiet, the nameless frustration that had clung to you all day, felt ridiculously distant, obliterated by the sheer force of her presence. you feel embarrassed that yujin can change your mood with just a couple of kisses and touches that leave you yearning for more, but yet, you never complain about it because it’s what you enjoy the most; she being the only person who can break through your ever–present ice queen persona and get to know your warm, loving heart.

a slow, knowing smile touched her lips, a mischievous glint dancing in her eyes. “good. so fucking good.” she murmured, her gaze dropping to your mouth, then trailing lower, pausing deliberately at the slight bulge beneath your sweatpants where her hand lay. “because i think i know just the thing to brighten your evening.”

her fingers, which had paused their exploration, now began a slow, deliberate ascent, circling the curve of your hip before dipping just the slightest bit lower, pressing against the very top of your inner thigh, right where your sweatpants met your underwear. a jolt, sharp and exquisite, shot through you, making you gasp softly. your hips bucked instinctively, a silent plea for more, longing for something more than a simple playful and teasing touch of her hands — but you wouldn’t ask for it directly, of course not. you know yujin is acting provocative just to play with your brain and get you to end up begging for what you want, and of course she will get it sooner or later.

yujin chuckled, a low, throaty sound that was pure seduction. “impatient, are we?” she teased, her eyes never leaving yours. she shifted, her body pressing closer, her leg sliding between yours, the soft denim of her jeans brushing against your inner thigh. you felt the heat radiating from her, a comforting, intoxicating warmth that promised release. “i’ve barely done anything and you already need me, don’t you? but i think i’m in the mood to be a little more humble and gentle with you today…”

“come on.” she whispered, her voice barely audible above the faint murmur of the movie. with a gentle tug, she urged you to shift, to turn more fully into her embrace. you obeyed without question, your body a lexicon of need. your legs tangled, and you found yourself half–lying across her lap, your head resting on her shoulder, but your eyes still fixated on hers.

her hand, still under your waistband, now slipped lower, past the elastic of your sweatpants, past the thin barrier of your underwear. her palm was warm against your bare skin, and her fingers, long and slender, curled around the roundness of your left buttock. you felt your breath catch in your throat. this was new. this was… unexpected in its directness, yet utterly, undeniably thrilling.

her thumb began a slow, circular massage, pressing into the soft flesh of your glute, just below your hip bone. the sensation was profoundly grounding, yet electrifying. it was an intimate touch, one that spoke not just of desire, but of a deep, comforting care. you felt your muscles relax under her pressure, the tension that had been residing in your lower back slowly melting away.

“you’ve been so tense all day.” she murmured, her voice soft, empathetic. “i want to rub it all out of you. every last bit.”

you whimpered, a sound that was half pleasure, half surrender. her other hand, which had been resting on your back, now slid up to your hair, her fingers tangling in the strands, gently pulling your head back so your neck was exposed. her lips, soft and warm, descended, pressing a trail of kisses along your jawline, down your neck, lingering on the sensitive skin behind your ear.

“let me take care of you.” she whispered, her words a warm puff against your ear, sending shivers down your entire body. “let me make you forget everything but this.”

you closed your eyes, utterly captivated by her touch, by her words. you felt your body respond, a slow, delicious heat unfurling in your lower belly, spreading outwards. her hand on your buttock continued its hypnotic massage, kneading, pressing, her thumb drawing lazy circles that made your skin prickle with anticipation.

then, with a gentle push, she eased off of your lap, guiding you to lie down on the soft rug in front of the couch. the dimly lit room, the distant screen, everything faded into a blur. all that mattered was the warmth of her hands, the sound of her breath, the intoxicating scent of her skin. you lay on your stomach, your head turned to the side, watching her through half–closed lids as she knelt beside you, her eyes dark with intent.

she leaned in, her lips brushing against your ear. “sweatpants first.” she whispered, her fingers already at the drawstring. with a smooth, practiced motion, she untied the knot and began to pull them down, slowly, deliberately. you lifted your hips just slightly to assist her, aiding in their descent. they pooled around your ankles, leaving your bare legs exposed, glowing faintly in the dim light.

her gaze lingered on the curve of your calves, then moved up your thighs, finally settling on the soft expanse of your lower back, your buttocks still encased in your underwear. you felt a wave of vulnerability, a shy excitement. it wasn’t often you were so exposed, so utterly at her mercy, especially in this specific way.

“beautiful as always.” she breathed, her voice filled with genuine admiration. “absolutely beautiful.”

a blush crept up your neck, despite yourself. you wanted to protest, to say something self–deprecating, but the words died on your tongue. her sincerity was disarming.

her hands, warm and firm, now slid under the elastic of your underwear, pushing them down slow inch by agonizing inch. each movement was deliberate, sensual, drawing out the anticipation. you felt the cool air kiss your skin as the fabric peeled away, revealing the soft, plump curve of your backside. your breath hitched, and you pressed your face into the rug, a soft groan escaping your lips.

you felt her fingers spread, cupping your cheeks, her thumbs pressing into the soft indentations just above your thighs. she kneaded the flesh, firm but gentle, working out the knots you didn’t even realize you had. it was a general massage at first, comforting and wonderfully therapeutic. you could feel the tension draining from your hamstrings, your glutes, even your lower back.

“relax for me, love.” she murmured, her voice a hypnotic drone. “just let go.”

and you did. you sank deeper into the rug, your body a pliant canvas under her skilled hands. her touch intensified, growing more focused. her thumbs began to trace the line where your glutes met your thighs, then moved closer to the center, circling, pressing slightly.

then, a new sensation. her warm breath ghosted over your skin, sending shivers through you. her lips followed, pressing a soft, reverent kiss to the very top curve of your right buttock. a gasp tore from your throat. it was such an unexpected, yet utterly potent gesture.

she kissed the other cheek, tenderly, then began to pepper light kisses along the curve, moving lower, closer to the divot of your spine. each kiss was a tiny spark, igniting a trail of fire across your skin. you felt your hips begin to twitch involuntarily, your body arching slightly, a silent, desperate plea for more.

her hands never left you, one still cupping your cheek, the other now trailing down your inner thigh, inching closer to the sensitive skin. her lips returned to your buttock, but this time, the kisses were more fervent, more demanding. you felt the slight pull of her lips, the soft graze of her teeth, a playful nibble that made your entire body clench.

“so soft.” she whispered against your skin, her voice muffled slightly. “so perfect. just for me.”

a slow drag of her tongue, wet and warm, traced the curve of your left cheek, making you whimper. you never imagined such a simple act could be so incredibly arousing, so utterly consuming. it transcended simple physical touch; it was an act of worship, of profound intimacy.

“just eat my ass already.” but just as the words left your mouth in a demanding tone, they also embarrassed you in a matter of seconds. it didn’t take long for your ears to turn a garish shade of scarlet, skin burning and making you feel more vulnerable under yujin’s hungry, lust–filled gaze.

yujin smirked at your demanding tone, a thrill running through her at the sight of you ordering her around like a needy little slut. she loved seeing this side of you, the side that craved to be dominated and debased. yujin eagerly complied, giving you a sharp and strong playful slap on one of your cheeks as you present your bottom to her hungry gaze, watching in satisfaction as the flesh jiggled from the impact, a faint red handprint blooming across your skin. “oh… brat again, i see…”

“that’s my good girl.” she purred approvingly, drinking in the sight of your round cheeks presented so perfectly before her. “keep this pretty ass lifted for me, baby. i want to see every inch of this sexy body.”

yujin leaned in, breathing in your intoxicating scent as she gazed at your tight, puckered hole. she traced a finger around the rim, pressing lightly against the furled flesh. “fuck, i can’t wait to taste this perfect ass. i’ve wanted to do this for a long time but the opportunity never presented itself, and now? i won’t waste it.”

yujin spread your cheeks wide, exposing your tight little rosebud to her hungry gaze. she leaned in, her hot breath ghosting over the sensitive skin before she dragged her tongue over it in a long, slow lick. your unique flavor burst on her tongue, and she groaned in appreciation.

“mmmh, you taste like heaven.” yujin purred, circling your clenched hole with the tip of her tongue. she lapped and suckled at the tight ring, spitting on it and watching as her saliva dripped down your crack. “i’'m going to tongue–fuck this perfect ass until you scream for more, angel.”

she reveled in the unique flavor, the slight bitterness blending deliciously with the sweet musk of your arousal. yujin circled your rim with the tip of her tongue, teasing and prodding, before sealing her lips around your asshole and suckling greedily.

the scent of your arousal, dripping from your wet pussy that craved some attention, filled yujin’s nostrils. she could drop her main task and stray from the goal so she could give your pussy some of the love it was asking for, but she wouldn’t, not after you’ve been a mannerless brat all day and given yujin attitude when she was nice to you — it only spurred her on, making her lick and suck harder, more insistently. she wanted to taste every inch of you, to mark you as her property inside and out.

“your ass tastes as good as the rest of you.” yujin murmured, her voice muffled against your flesh. “sweet and just a little bit tart. fucking delicious.” she licked over your hole again before suckling hard, her tongue pushing past the tight barrier to delve into your ass.

as yujin’a tongue pushed deeper into your most intimate place, she could feel your body tensing, your muscles clenching around the invading muscle. she could hear your breath hitch, could feel your fingers scrabbling at the sheets beneath you.

“shhh, relax for me baby.” yujin cooed, her words vibrating against your sensitive flesh. “let me in. let me make you feel good.”

she punctuated her words with slow, deep strokes of her tongue, fucking in and out of your ass with a steady rhythm. her hands kneaded and massaged the globes of your ass, spreading them wider, giving her better access to your tight hole.

yujin could feel her own arousal growing, her cock throbbing almost painfully against the confines of her jeans. the taste of your ass, the sounds of your reluctant pleasure, the way your body responded to her touch — it all fueled her lust, making her want to take you harder, faster, deeper.

she could feel your ass beginning to relax, your hole fluttering and clenching around her tongue as she pushed in deeper. yujin moaned in approval, the sound rumbling through her chest and into you.

“that’s it, doll. you’re doing so well. such a good girl, letting me eat this pretty ass.” she praised, pulling back just enough to admire the sight of your slick, spit–shined hole. it winked at her, begging to be filled. “i can’t wait to sink my cock into this tight little fuckhole. gonna stretch you out, fill you up until you’re screaming for more. gonna make this ass mine.” yujin’s filthy words washed over you, making your toes curl and your cheeks burn with a heady mix of embarrassment and arousal. she could feel your body tensing, your muscles clenching around the invading muscle as it pushed deeper, stroking over that secret, hidden spot deep inside you.

she could hear your breath hitch, could feel your fingers scrabbling at the sheets beneath you as you tried to ground yourself, to anchor yourself against the overwhelming sensations. yujin could feel your hips rocking back, instinctively seeking more of that delicious friction even as your mind screamed at you to run, to escape this onslaught of new and intense feelings.

but yujin was relentless, determined to push you past your limits, to shatter that perfect composure you always maintained. she wanted to see you fall apart, to watch as you lost yourself to the pleasure she could give you. she wanted to ruin you for anyone else, wanted every inch of your body to be marked by her touch, her desire, her hunger for you.

so she pushed on, fucking her tongue in and out of your ass with a steady, driving rhythm. she could feel your body beginning to relax, your hole starting to open up, to welcome her deeper inside. it was a heady feeling, knowing that she was the one to make you feel this way, to bring you to the edge of something so intense and overwhelming.

yujin pulled back, admiring the sight of your slick, spit–shined hole as it winked and fluttered, begging to be filled. she licked her lips, savoring the taste of you on her tongue as she reached down to palm the rock hard length of her cock through her jeans.

“i can’t wait to sink my thick cock into this tight little fuckhole.” she growled, her voice rough with desire. “gonna stretch you out so good, fill you up until you’re dripping with my cum. gonna fucking ruin this ass for anyone else.”

with a low, animalistic growl, yujin shoved her jeans and underwear down, freeing her massive, throbbing erection. it sprang forth, slapping against your ass cheeks and leaving a smear of pre–cum on your skin. the thick, veiny shaft pulsed with need, the bulbous head an angry purple and leaking steadily.

yujin gripped herself, giving her cock a few swift pumps as she notched the tip against your fluttering hole. she rubbed it up and down your crack, coating herself in your saliva and her own pre–cum, making the glide easier as she pushed forward.

“fuck, baby. i’m going to split you in half on my big cock.” yujin grunted, her voice strained with the effort of holding back, of not slamming forward and burying herself balls deep in one brutal thrust. “i’m going to rearrange your guts, make this ass mine. you’re going to be ruined for anyone else, doll. no one else will ever make you feel as good as i do.”

with a deep, guttural moan, yujin pushed forward, the thick head of her cock popping past your tight rim and sinking into your hot, velvet embrace. she paused for a moment, savoring the exquisite squeeze of your walls around her sensitive tip, before surging ahead, driving inch after thick inch of her massive shaft deep into your previously untouched ass.

“ohhh fuck, baby. so goddamn tight.” yujin grunted, her fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips as she pushed in deeper, stretching you wider around her invading length. “feels like your little asshole is sucking me in, trying to milk my cock for all it’s worth.”

she bottomed out with a sharp thrust, her heavy balls slapping against your skin as she hilts inside you. yujin stayed still for a long moment, letting you adjust to the intense stretch, the unfamiliar pressure of being so utterly filled and claimed.

as she waited, she leaned down over your back, her chest pressing against your shoulder blades, her lips brushing the shell of your ear. “you take my cock so well, angel.” she murmured, her voice a low, seductive purr. “like this tight little ass was made to be fucked by me.”

yujin nipped at your earlobe before trailing hot, open–mouthed kisses down the side of your neck, tasting the salt of your skin, feeling the racing pulse beneath the surface. one hand slid up your side, cupping the soft swell of your breast, thumbing your nipple through the thin fabric of your shirt.

slowly, torturously, yujin began to move, withdrawing until just the tip of her cock remained inside you before slamming back in, burying herself to the hilt once more. she set a hard, driving rhythm, fucking into you with deep, powerful strokes that shook your entire body and rattled the headboard against the wall.

the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with yujin’s harsh pants and grunts of pleasure, the creaking of the floor, and your own increasingly desperate mewls. yujin fucked you with wild abandon, lost in the tight, wet heat of your body, consumed by the need to claim you, to ruin you for anyone else.

“s-so big–! so fucking big as always–” no matter how many times you’ve fucked yujin and all the rounds that it entails, you’ve never been used to the size of her cock in its entirety. yujin knows she’s big and thick, and of course she always takes advantage of the times she can make you foolish for her dick.

yujin smirked at your breathless words, a wicked glint in her eyes as she continued her relentless assault on your ass. she could feel your tight walls fluttering and clenching around her pistoning length, gripping her like a silken vise.

“fuck yes, i’m so goddamn big. bigger than anything you’ve ever taken before.” she growled, punctuating her words with a sharp thrust that made your body jolt forward. “this is what you get for teasing me for so long, angel. for making me want to split you open on my thick cock.”

she gripped your hips harder, fingers sinking into your flesh as she hammered into you, the force of her thrusts making your ass bounce and jiggle. the sight of your back arched, your legs spread wide, your body impaled on her huge dick — it was enough to drive yujin wild with lust.

“this is what this ass was made for, doll. to be used for my pleasure, to milk my cock dry. i’m going to pump you so full of my cum, you’ll be dripping for days.” she promised darkly, her voice rough and ragged with arousal.

yujin slipped a hand beneath you, finding your dripping slit swollen and soaked with need. she rubbed your clit in tight circles, the rough pad of her thumb pressing down on that sensitive bundle of nerves as she fucked into you harder, deeper, more urgently.

“come on, baby. let me feel this tight ass squeeze my cock as you come on it. wanna feel you lose it, wanna hear you scream my name as i fill this ass up.” she demanded, her fingers moving faster, pressing harder against your clit.

the combined stimulation was almost too much to bear — yujin’s massive cock stretching your ass, her fingers playing your clit like an instrument, the filthy words spilling from her lips. you could feel your orgasm building, your body tensing, your walls starting to quake and quiver around the thick shaft splitting you open.

with a sharp cry, your body convulsed, back arching as your climax crashed over you. your ass clenched down viciously around yujin’s pistoning cock, gripping her like a silken fist as you came harder than you ever had before. yujin groaned loudly, the sensation of your velvet walls rippling and milking her shaft driving her wild.

“that’s it, fuck! come on my cock, angel. drench my fucking dick in your cum.” yujin snarled, slamming into you with brutal force, prolonging your intense orgasm. she could feel her own release building, her heavy balls drawing up tight against her body.

with a final, animalistic roar, yujin buried herself balls deep inside you, her cock pulsing and throbbing as she started to come. thick, hot ropes of cum painted your inner walls, flooding your ass and marking you as yujin’s. she ground against you, pushing her release deeper, filling you to the brim until you could feel her seed beginning to seep out around her shaft.

yujin collapsed against your back, her sweat–slicked tan skin sticking to yours as she tried to catch her breath. she peppered your neck and shoulder with soft kisses, murmuring words of praise and adoration against your skin. “fuck, baby. that was incredible. you’re amazing. i’ve never felt anything like that before. she breathed, still gently rocking her hips, stirring the cum inside your stretched hole.

yujin pulled out of your tender ass with a guttural moan, her softening cock slipping free with a gush of their combined fluids. she rolled onto her back, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath, a satisfied smirk playing at the corners of her kiss–swollen lips.

her cock, slick with sweat, spit, and the remnants of your mutual releases, lay heavy and semi–erect against her thigh. the thick, veiny shaft was a roadmap of your passionate coupling, marked with the evidence of your shared pleasure.

you know what that look means; she’s not tired yet, and probably wants a blowjob before another round. yujin has more energy than a puppy and a toddler combined, and you know she doesn’t settle easily. in short, yujin can spend more than two hours straight fucking and can continue because at no time does her cock stop being hard, she is far more than insatiable and a simple round of quick fucking definitely doesn’t satisfy her needs — is she greedy? maybe, or most likely a resounding yes, but it’s good that you’re on the same page as her and you’re not satisfied with too little or nothing.

yujin watched with hooded eyes as you moved to straddle her hips, your thighs bracketing her waist. she could see the way your ass, still slightly gaping from the thorough fucking it had received, clenched and fluttered as you shifted. the sight made her cock twitch and pulse, already beginning to harden again at the thought of filling your tight hole once more.

“go ahead, angel.” she encouraged, her voice a low, seductive purr. “clean up the mess we made. taste what happens when you let me claim this perfect body of yours.”

she tangled her fingers in your hair as you leaned down, guiding your face towards her waiting cock. the musky scent of sex and sweat filled your nostrils, making your head spin with desire. yujin’s fingers tightened, urging you closer, encouraging you to run your tongue along the length of her shaft, to lap up every drop of the sticky essence coating her skin.

as your tongue made contact, yujin let out a shuddering groan, her hips bucking up slightly, seeking more of that warm, wet friction. she watched, enraptured, as you slowly licked and suckled her cock clean, your pink tongue darting out to catch the smears of cum and spit that clung to her flesh.

the taste was heady and overwhelming, a potent mix of the two of you, of your passion and desire. It filled your mouth and coated your throat, marking you as thoroughly as the load of cum painting your insides had marked your ass. you could feel yujin’s eyes on you, watching your every move, drinking in the erotic sight of you debasing yourself for her.

and of course you know she wants to take control of the situation, again. 97% of the time yujin needs to have her hands on you because she wants to have complete control of your actions, from the rhythm or the step, and you know that she makes no difference when it comes to you giving her a blowjob.

“want to fuck my mouth? i know that look on your eyes.”

yujin’s eyes darkened with lust at your brazen words, a wicked grin spreading across her face. she gripped your hair tighter, fisting the messy locks and wrenching your head back, forcing you to meet her intense gaze.

“fuck, i thought you’d never ask.” she growled, her voice rough with desire. “i’ve been dying to see these pretty lips wrapped around my cock, to feel your throat constricting around me as i fuck your face.”

she used her grip on your hair to yank you down, dragging your face towards her lap. her cock, now fully hard and throbbing with need, bobbed and jerked as you moved closer. the swollen head, an angry purple and leaking steadily, hovered just inches from your parted lips.

“open wide, my love.” yujin commanded, rubbing the tip of her cock teasingly over your bottom lip, smearing it with the mix of your releases. “i’m going to fill your mouth with my cock and your belly with my cum. i want to see those lips stretched wide around me as i use your throat like the cock sleeve it is.”

with that, she pulled you down fully, her cock slamming into the back of your throat, making your eyes water and your muscles convulse. yujin groaned in bliss at the feel of your hot, tight mouth engulfing her shaft, your tongue instinctively wrapping around the thick intrusion.

she began to move, fucking your face with deep, powerful thrusts. her grip on your hair kept you in place, forcing you to take every inch of her massive cock as it pounded the back of your throat. drool leaked from the corners of your mouth, dripping down your chin and onto your heaving chest as she used your face for her pleasure.

“fuck, just like that.” yujin grunted, her hips snapping forward rapidly, her heavy balls slapping against your chin with each brutal thrust. “take my cock, angel. choke on it, gag on it. show me how much you love having your throat fucked.”

she angled your head to the side, changing the angle of her thrusts to push even deeper, to wedge herself down your spasming throat. the head of her cock kissed the back of your neck, making yujin hiss in pleasure, her eyes squeezing shut at the exquisite sensation.

yujin could feel your throat constricting around her pistoning length, the muscles fluttering and clenching as they struggled to accommodate her girth. it was a delicious sensation, one that made her toes curl and her eyes roll back in bliss. she could feel every swallow, every desperate gulp as you fought to breathe around the thick obstruction in your throat.

“that’s it, baby. take it all like a good little cock slut.” the praised breathlessly, her voice strained with the effort of holding back, of not fucking your face with wild abandon. “i want to see tears streaming down your face as i ruin your pretty throat. wanna see you choking and sputtering on my fat dick.”

she pulled back slightly, giving you a moment to catch your breath before slamming forward once more, burying herself to the hilt in the tight, wet heat of your throat. she could feel your nose pressing against the coarse hair at the base of her shaft, could feel your lips stretched taut around the thick girth of her cock.

yujin’s free hand drifted down to your bobbing throat, feeling the way it convulsed and clenched around her as she fucked into it relentlessly. she wrapped her fingers around the slender column, squeezing gently, feeling the bulge of her cock beneath your skin.

“fuck, i can feel myself throbbing in your neck.” she groaned, her hips moving faster, fucking harder, chasing her rapidly approaching release. “gonna pump you full, paint your tonsils with my seed. you want that, angel? want me to feed you a big load straight from the tap?” yujin could feel your desperate nods vibrating around her shaft as she continued to ruthlessly pound into your mouth and throat. she smirked wickedly, knowing that you were more than eager to swallow down every drop of her hot, thick cum.

“that’s my good girl.” she purred, her voice a low, seductive rumble. “gonna give this greedy little mouth exactly what it’s begging for. gonna flood your belly with my seed until you're sloshing with it.”

she pistoned her hips faster, fucking your face with wild abandon, chasing her rapidly building climax. the wet, obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin and your gagging, choking noises filled the room, mingling with yujin’s grunts and groans of pleasure.

with a guttural roar, yujin slammed forward one last time, burying herself balls deep in the tight, silken heat of your throat. your nose pressed against the coarse hair at the base of her shaft as thick, hot ropes of cum began to erupt from the tip, painting your tonsils and flooding your mouth with the musky essence.

yujin’s fingers tightened in your hair, holding you in place as she pumped load after load of her release down your throat, making your belly swell slightly with the sheer volume. she shuddered and jerked above you, lost in the throes of her intense orgasm, her cock pulsing and throbbing against your tongue as it emptied itself inside you.

finally, after what felt like an eternity, yujin’s climax began to subside. she slumped back against the floor, chest heaving and skin glistening with sweat. her hands released your hair, allowing you to pull off her softening length with a wet pop.

yujin watched through heavy–lidded eyes as you sat up, gasping for air, your lips swollen and slick with saliva and cum. the sight of you, debauched and marked by her desire, made a slow, satisfied smirk spread across her face.

yujin’s eyes glinted with lust and a hint of something more primal as she watched you sit back on your heels, her release dripping down your chin and onto your heaving chest. she could see the way your belly was slightly distended, bloated with the sheer volume of cum she had pumped into you.

“look at you, angel. you’re a fucking mess.” she purred, her voice a low, seductive rumble. “covered in spit and semen, throat raw from choking on my cock. it’s a good look on you.”

she reached out, swiping her thumb through the mix of fluids coating your chin, pushing it into your mouth for you to clean off. her eyes followed the movement, darkening with renewed desire as she watched you suckle her thumb, your tongue darting out to lap at the skin.

yujin’s gaze raked over your disheveled form, taking in every debauched detail. She licked her lips hungrily, her cock already starting to stir and twitch with renewed interest as she drank in the erotic sight before her.

“mmm, i think this beautiful body was made for one thing and one thing only — to be used for my pleasure.” she murmured, her voice a low, seductive pur. “and i’m going to use every inch of it, angel. over and over again, until you’re completely ruined for anyone else.”

she sat up slowly, her muscles flexing and shifting beneath her smooth skin. yujin reached out, grasping your hips and pulling you towards her once more. she guided you to straddle her lap, your thighs bracketing her waist as she settled your dripping slit against the base of her hardening shaft.

but unlike her, you don’t have as much energy as she does. it’s not that you can't last more than one round, but that you don’t recover in a few minutes like yujin. she can easily regain her breath and energy after the most intense and crazy fuck of her life, but unfortunately, yujin hasn’t trained you well enough yet to make you a toy full of energy that never runs out.

“baby i can’t. i’m too sensitive–”

yujin’s eyes flashed with a dangerous glint, a wicked smirk playing at the corners of her lips. she tightened her grip on your hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh hard enough to leave bruises. when she spoke, her voice was a low, menacing growl.

“oh, i think you can, angel. in fact, i think you need to. and i think you need a reminder of who’s in charge here.” she punctuated her words by gripping your ass and squeezing hard, pulling your cheeks apart before smacking them sharply, the sound echoing through the room.

“being a bratty little tease all day, flaunting this sexy body at me, thinking i wouldn’t take what’s mine.” yujin continued, her voice rough with anger and lust. “well, it’s time for your punishment, doll.”

yujin flipped you onto your hands and knees, pushing your upper body down against the floor. she grabbed a pillow and shoved it under your hips, elevating your ass and presenting your dripping slit and tight asshole to her hungry gaze.

she delivered a flurry of hard smacks to your ass, alternating between your cheeks, leaving a reddening patchwork of handprints in her wake. the stinging pain made your hips jerk and your body tremble, but it also reignited the smoldering heat in your core.

as she spanked you, yujin leaned down, her breath hot against your ear as she growled out. “this is what happens to naughty girls who can’t control themselves. they get their asses reddened and their pussies filled until they can’t see straight — i was letting your bad attitude from earlier slide, but it seems like you don’t want to listen and you’re pissing me off.”

she slipped two fingers into your dripping slit without warning, pumping them in and out of your fluttering walls. her palm pressed against your clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in rough circles, pushing you towards another intense climax.

yujin’s fingers curled inside you, pressing hard against that spongey spot deep within your core. your back arched sharply, a choked moan tearing from your throat as pleasure exploded behind your eyelids, your inner muscles clamping down viciously on the invading digits.

“that’s it, angel. come on my fingers like the desperate slut you are.” yujin commanded, her voice strained with the effort of holding back her own intense arousal. “show me how much you need to be punished, how much you crave my touch, my possession.”

she pumped her fingers faster, the obscene sound of your juices squelching and dripping around the invading digits filling the room. her other hand continued its ruthless assault on your clit, rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves with hard, rapid circles.

yujin could feel your release building, your belly starting to quake and your thighs beginning to tremble. she knew you were close, could sense the way your body was tensing, preparing for the explosive climax that was about to crash over you.

“beg for it, (y/n).” she growled, her breath hot against the shell of your ear. “beg me to let you come. beg me to give you the release you so desperately need. show me how sorry you are for being such a teasing brat.”

she punctuated her words with a particularly hard thrust, slamming her fingers deep and curling them just right to hit that perfect spot, to push you right to the razor’s edge of ecstasy.

“come on, baby… beg for it, my love.” she snarled, punctuating her words with a sharp smack to your ass. “beg me to let you come. beg me to give you the release you so desperately need. show me how sorry you are for being such a teasing brat. don’t you feel like dripping and soaking all my fingers with your juices? i know you want to cum. so be good for me and beg a little, will you?”

you know you have no escape when yujin enters that state where dominance goes to her head and she becomes a total idiot. although... it’s not like you’re completely against it, you know? while she can be a real pain in the ass at times, what turns you on the most is when yujin is so annoying and insufferable that she ends up making you wet your underwear… obviously you would never tell yujin this or admit it out loud because it’s a low blow to your big pride, but anyway you know that yujin is aware of it.

“p–please yujin— fuck! i’ll be good! i promise. just– please let me cum.”

she pumped her fingers harder, faster, the wet sounds of your arousal filling the room as she pushed you ruthlessly towards your impending climax. her thumb rubbed tight circles around your clit, pushing you closer to the edge.

“come on, angel. let me hear you scream for it.

let me hear you admit how much you need to be punished, how much you need me to claim this sexy body as mine.” yujin demanded, her voice a low, seductive rumble.

she nipped at your earlobe, tugging on it with her teeth before soothing the sting with her tongue. her breath was hot against your skin, her body radiating a palpable heat that made your own flesh prickle with anticipation.

yujin continued her relentless assault on your most sensitive spots, pushing you closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy with each thrust of her fingers and swipe of her thumb. she could feel your body trembling, your walls fluttering and clenching around the invading digits as your climax approached.

with actions like these at times like this are more than enough for yujin to get into your mind completely. she knows what to do or say to play with your brain and end up stalking in your head until she has you in the palm of her hand, but it’s not that you’re complaining! nothing better than being a shitty brat with the worst manners all day long and ending up with your girlfriend fucking the attitude totally out of you.

“please, yujin, please!” you gasped out, your voice ragged and desperate. “please let me come. i need it so badly, i need you so badly. i’m sorry for being a brat, for teasing you. please, i’ll do anything, just please let me come on your fingers like the desperate slut i am.”

yujin growled in approval, a dark, wicked sound that sent shivers down your spine. she increased the speed and force of her fingers pumping in and out of your dripping slit, the obscene wet sounds of your arousal filling the room.

“that’s it, angel. beg for it like you mean it.” she purred, her voice a low, seductive rumble. “beg for the release you so desperately need, the release that only i can give you. admit that this body belongs to me, that you're mine to use as i see fit.”

she leaned down, sinking her teeth into the tender flesh where your neck met your shoulder, marking you as her own. her fingers never stopped their relentless assault, pushing you closer and closer to the edge of oblivion.

yujin could feel your body tensing, your muscles pulled taut as a bowstring ready to snap. she knew you were on the cusp, teetering on the brink of a massive, earth–shattering climax. she wanted to push you over, to make you come undone completely.

“come for me, (yn).” she commanded, her voice a harsh bark against your skin. “come screaming my name, begging me to fill you up, to claim you, to ruin you for anyone else. show me what a needy, desperate little cock sleeve you are.”

with that, she pinched your clit hard, rolling the sensitive nub between her fingers as she slammed her fingers deep, pressing against that perfect spot inside you. the combination of intense sensations was too much to bear, and with a scream of yujin’s name, you came completely undone.

your moan of yujin’s name echoed off the walls as your climax crashed over you like a tidal wave, sweeping you away in a storm of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. your vision went white, stars exploding behind your eyelids as your body shuddered and jerked beneath yujin’s touch. yujin groaned in dark satisfaction, feeling your velvet walls gripping her fingers like a vice as your release consumed you.

“that’s my good baby.” yujin praised breathlessly, her voice strained with the effort of holding back her own intense arousal. “coming so hard on my fingers, just like a needy little slut. you’ve been craving this, haven’t you? craving my touch, my possession, my complete domination of this sexy body. i know that’s why you’ve been misbehaving these last few days, you know? it’s easy to tell when you need my attention but are too proud to admit it.”

she continued to pump her fingers, working you through the aftershocks of your climax, drawing out your pleasure until you were a boneless, mewling mess beneath her. yujin’s other hand slid around to your front, your belly still quivering and twitching with the force of your release, and cupped your mound possessively.

“this pussy belongs to me, never forget that.” she declared, her voice a low, possessive growl. “this ass, these tits, this pretty face — it’s all mine. and i’m going to use them as i see fit, in whatever way pleases me most.”

she leaned down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, her tongue delving into your mouth to claim you thoroughly, to taste the pleasure on your breath. you could feel the hard, insistent press of her cock against your thigh, still rock hard and ready for more, ready to stake its claim on your other tight hole.

breaking the kiss, yujin sat back, taking in the debauched sight of you — chest heaving, skin flushed, eyes glazed over with post–orgasmic bliss. she licked her lips, a wicked gleam in her eye as she drank in every sinful detail of your disheveled form.

“gorgoeus.” she murmured, voice low and rough with desire. “but you’re not off the hook yet, angel. that was just a taste of what happens to naughty girls who can’t control themselves around me.”

with that, she flipped you over onto your back, pushing your knees up to your chest. she settled herself between your spread thighs, the thick, heavy length of her cock nestling against your dripping slit, the swollen head nudging insistently at your entrance.

“hold your knees to your chest for me, okay? i promise i’ll make you feel good.” yujin leaned down, capturing your lips in another searing kiss, tongue delving deep to claim your mouth, to stake her dominance over you. her hands roamed your body, squeezing and caressing, mapping out every dip and curve, reaffirming her ownership of your flesh.

she reached down, gripping your thighs and pushing them back further, nearly bending you in half. the new position left you completely exposed, your ass and pussy on full display, begging to be filled and used. yujin’s eyes darkened with lust as she took in the erotic sight of you splayed out beneath her, so desperate and needy for her touch.

“that’s it, open yourself up for me. show me this greedy little cunt is ready to be filled again.” she purred, voice a low, seductive rumble. “ready to be stretched and split open on my big, thick cock until you’re screaming for mercy.”

she reached down, gripping the base of her shaft and giving it a slow, deliberate stroke. she rubbed the dripping head of her cock along your slit, coating it in your slick arousal, making obscene wet noises that filled the room.

yujin’s eyes flashed with a dangerous glint, a wicked smirk playing at the corners of her lips. “i’m going to fuck this pussy so hard, angel. going to pound it until you’re a drooling, incoherent mess. until the only thing you can remember is the feeling of my cock splitting you open, claiming you, ruining you for anyone else.”

with that promise, yujin slammed forward, burying her thick cock deep inside your fluttering walls with one brutal thrust. your back arched off the floor at the sudden intrusion, a scream of ecstasy tearing from your throat at the intense sensation of being so suddenly, so fully filled.

“fuck, you’re still so tight.” yujin grunted, her voice strained with the effort of holding back, of not coming undone right then and there. “gonna have to stretch this pussy out, make it mold to the shape of my dick. you’d like that, wouldn’t you angel? to be reshaped, reclaimed, owned completely?”

she set a relentless pace, hips snapping forward with powerful thrusts that rocked your entire body. the obscene slap of skin against skin filled the room, mingling with your wanton moans and yujin’s harsh grunts of pleasure. her balls slapped against your ass with each deep, driving thrust, the weight and heat of them a delicious reminder of what was to come.

yujin gripped your hips hard enough to leave bruises, fingers sinking into the soft flesh as she used you for her pleasure. she angled your body to take her deeper, to let her hit that perfect spot inside you with each thrust, stoking the growing heat in your core.

“that’s it, take it. take my cock like the desperate little cumslut you are.” she snarled, sweat dripping down her chest from the exertion. “fuck, i can feel you squeezing me, milking my dick. this cunt was made for one thing — to be a fuck hole for me to empty my balls in.”

yujin’s words sent a dark thrill through you, your body clenching and fluttering around her pistoning length in response to her filthy praise. she could feel your walls rippling around her shaft, gripping her like a velvet vice as she split you open on her thick cock.

“fuck, i can feel you getting tighter… tighter just because i talk to you and treat you like a dirty whore, right?” growled, her breath coming in harsh pants as she rutted into you with wild abandon. “getting ready for my load, hungry for it. you want me to fill this pussy up, don’t you angel? want me to pump you full of my seed until it’s dripping out of you?”

she punctuated her words with a particularly deep thrust, grinding her hips against yours, pushing her cock as far into your spasming cunt as it would go. the head kissed your cervix, making you gasp and clench around the thick intrusion stretching you wide.

yujin’s hand slid up your body, palming your breast roughly, squeezing the soft mound and plucking at your nipple. she leaned down, taking the stiff peak into her mouth and suckling hard, sending bolts of pleasure shooting through you, making your back arch off the couch.

“gonna mark up these perfect tits too.” she murmured against your skin, her voice a low, seductive rumble. “gonna leave hickeys and bite marks all over them, so everyone knows who they belong to. gonna make sure the whole world knows this sexy body is mine.”

she scraped her teeth over your nipple before sucking it back into her mouth, biting down just hard enough to ride the line between pain and pleasure. at the same time, she rolled and pinched your other nipple roughly between her fingers, twisting the sensitive bud until you were writhing beneath her.

yujin’s hips never stopped their relentless assault, pounding into you with a force that if you were on top of a bed would cause it to shake and the headboard to bang constantly against the wall. the wet, obscene sounds of your coupling filled the room, punctuated by your needy cries and yujin’s harsh grunts of pleasure.

“i’m getting close, babe.” she panted, her body tensing above you, muscles pulled taut as she chased her rapidly building climax. “gonna paint this pussy white, fill it to the brim until you’re sloshing with my seed. fuck, i can feel it coming, angel. i’m going to pump you so full, you’ll taste it. beg for my load, beg me to breed this hungry cunt. let me hear you scream for it as i mark you, claim you, ruin you for anyone else!”

with a final, brutal thrust, yujin buried herself to the hilt inside you, her cock pulsing and throbbing as thick, hot ropes of cum began to erupt from the tip. she threw her head back with a guttural roar, a primal sound of pure, unadulterated ecstasy as she flooded your hungry cunt with her release.

“fuck–! take it! take my load, you perfect little cock sleeve!” yujin bellowed, her voice echoing off the walls as she pumped what felt like gallons of hot, sticky seed deep into your spasming depths. your belly began to swell slightly from the sheer volume, stretched taut around the massive load painting your insides white.

yujin’s hips jerked and shuddered against yours, her muscles clenching and unclenching as she rode out the intense waves of her climax. she gripped your thighs hard enough to leave fingerprint-shaped bruises, holding you in place as she emptied her heavy balls deep inside you, marking you, claiming you as hers.

“that’s it, angel, fuck! milk my cock, squeeze out every last drop.” yujin growled through gritted teeth, feeling your velvet walls rippling and fluttering around her shaft, coaxing out her release. “this pussy was made to be bred, made to be filled with my cum. you’re mine now, all mine!”

she leaned down, crushing her lips against yours in a bruising kiss, tongue delving deep to stake her claim on your mouth. her hands roamed your body greedily, squeezing and kneading every dip and curve, reaffirming her ownership of your flesh.

as the last spurts of yujin’s release painted your insides, she collapsed against you, pinning you to the floor with her weight. she panted harshly against your neck, sweat–slicked skin sliding against yours as she struggled to catch her breath. you could feel the heavy, persistent throb of her cock as it softened slightly inside you, still buried to the hilt, plugging you up so none of her load would leak out.

yujin’s fingers slid up to your face, tilting your chin to make you meet her intense, possessive gaze. her eyes were dark and stormy, swirling with a primal, hungry light that made your heart race.

“look at you, baby – plugged up so perfectly with my cock, round with the load i pumped into your greedy little cunt” yujin purred, her voice low and rough with satisfaction. “this is where you belong, stuffed full and claimed, owned completely by me. never forget that.”

she rolled her hips lazily, stirring the thick cum sloshing inside you, making you gasp and clench around her shaft. a wicked smirk tugged at her lips as she watched your belly jump and quiver from the movement, still swollen and stretched from the sheer volume of her release.

“i think i’m going to keep you full of my seed all the time, angel. keep this pussy stuffed and dripping, so you’re always ready for me to fuck another load into you.” yujin murmured, her breath hot against your ear. “would you like that, my perfect little breeding bitch? being constantly claimed, constantly used, constantly filled with my cum?”

she punctuated her filthy words with a roll of her hips, grinding her pelvis against yours, pushing her spent cock as deep as it would go. her fingers slid down your body, splaying across your belly, feeling the heat and weight of her release sloshing inside you.

yujin’s hand slid lower, cupping your mound possessively as she ground her hips against yours, stirring the thick load of cum inside your stuffed cunt. she could feel it sloshing and churning with the movement, your belly still slightly distended from the sheer volume of her release.

“mmmh, i think i’ll keep you plugged up too, angel.” yujin murmured, her voice a low, seductive rumble. “nice and tight, so not a single drop of my seed leaks out. i want everyone to see this cute little belly of yours, round and swollen with my cum. a constant reminder of who you belong to.”

to emphasize her point, yujin slipped two fingers between your legs, pushing them into your messy slit alongside her softening cock. she pumped them slowly, working her release deeper into your body, massaging your fluttering walls until they clenched needily around the invading digits.

“no desire to continue being upset, is that right baby?” yujin’s eyes softened slightly as she noticed your exhausted expression, the way your body went limp and pliant beneath hers, completely spent from their intense lovemaking. she gentled her touch, stroking your hair back from your damp forehead with a tenderness that was at odds with her earlier roughness.

she could see the weariness etched into the delicate lines of your face, the way your eyes struggled to stay open and focused on hers. despite the intense pleasure she had brought you, your body was clearly pushed to its limits.

with a gentleness that was almost surprising given her earlier roughness, yujin brushed a few strands of hair away from your face, tucking them behind your ear. her fingers lingered, cupping your cheek and tilting your face up to meet her gaze. there was a tenderness in her eyes, a warmth that cut through the primal hunger, even as they still glowed with satisfaction at having claimed you so completely.

“shhh, i know you’re tired, angel.” yujin murmured, her voice a low, soothing rumble. “i pushed you hard, but you took it like a champ. such a good girl, so perfect and resilient.”

she leaned in, pressing a surprisingly soft kiss to your forehead before trailing her lips down to brush against yours in a feather–light caress. it was a sweet, intimate gesture that made your heart flutter in your chest.

“i think it’s time for some rest now, don’t you?” yujin whispered, her breath warm against your skin. “you need to recover your strength, my beautiful girl. because i’m far from done with you yet.”

with that, she carefully rolled off of you, taking care not to pull her softening cock out of your tender slit. Instead, she shifted to your side, spooning your limp, pliant body against her own. her arm wrapped around your waist possessively, pulling your back flush against her chest. she nuzzled your neck, breathing in the scent of your hair as she held you close, your body fitting perfectly against her own.

“sleep now, angel.” she murmured, his voice a low, soothing rumble. “deam of me, dream of all the ways i’m going to take you and claim you again. because when you wake up, i’ll be ready for another round. and another. and another…”

she chuckled low in her throat, the sound vibrating through her chest and into your back. her hand slid down to cup your mound once more, fingers splaying possessively over the swell of your belly, feeling the heat of her release still tucked deep inside you.

“mine.” yujin whispered against your skin, sealing her promise with a kiss to your shoulder. “forever mine.”

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KNOCK ON WOOD — 𝒜𝒽𝓃 𝒴𝓊𝒥𝒾𝓃

❝𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬, 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬, 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 (𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘥), 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬, 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺.❞

──── ( 🪓 ) your dutiful journey to your grandmother’s bedside, laden with comforting food, transforms into a waking nightmare when the big bad wolf — not a monstrous beast, but the alluring and enigmatic yujin — steps into your path. as her seductive charm and predatory instincts ensnare you amidst the ancient trees, your simple errand becomes a perilous dance between hunter and hunted, where the warmth of your basket pales against the scorching heat of an unexpected, dangerous desire you never knew lurked within the shadowed depths of the forest.

𝓟aring. dom!big bad wolf!gp ahn yujin & sub!little red riding hood!fem reader.

𝓒ontent 𝓦arnings. breeding, creampie, corruption, cunnilingus, degradation, dubcon, fingering, humiliation, loss of virginity, multiple orgasms, nipple play, pet names, praise, squirting, titsucking, unprotected sex.

𝓦ord 𝓒ount. 12,7k

the softest whisper, a melody spun from starlight and dawn dew, began to unfurl around the edges of your deepest slumber. it was the voice of your mother, sweet as the first wild strawberries of summer, gently calling your name. it wasn't a sharp summons, but a lingering invitation, like the hesitant touch of a sunbeam on a sleeping face. you felt it before you registered it, a warmth blooming in the core of your chest, a familiar comfort that seeped into the very fabric of your dreams, slowly, gently prying them apart.

your eyelids, heavy as velvet curtains after a long performance, fluttered. behind them, a kaleidoscope of lingering dream-fragments danced – a field of wildflowers bathed in an impossible golden light, the distant echo of laughter, the scent of something wonderful baking. the world beyond your eyelids, however, was asserting itself with a growing clarity.

the first sound to truly breach the threshold of unconsciousness, besides your mother’s tender hum, was the insistent, joyful chorus of birdsong. it swelled from outside your window, a vibrant symphony of chirps and trills, liquid notes cascading through the crisp morning air. a robin, perhaps, with its bright, optimistic melodies, joined by the fluting call of a thrush and the busy chatter of sparrows. their serenade was so impossibly sweet, so brimming with the sheer exuberance of a new day, that it felt almost like a personal greeting, woven just for you.

you stretched, a slow, languid uncoiling of limbs beneath the warmth of your quilt. the linen felt cool against your skin where it had escaped the cover, a pleasant contrast to the cocoon of warmth you were still nestled within. a soft sigh escaped your lips, a lingering farewell to the peaceful oblivion of sleep. you blinked, once, then twice, the world slowly solidifying into focus. the familiar contours of your bedroom emerged from the soft morning gloom: the stack of well-loved books on your bedside table, the worn wooden chest at the foot of your bed, the pale, floral wallpaper that seemed to glow with the nascent light.

and then you saw her. your mother stood by your bed, a silhouette against the window, where the first tentative rays of sunlight were just beginning to paint the sky in hues of rose and pearl. her face, framed by soft strands of hair that had escaped her braid, held an expression of gentle purpose, a quiet urgency that was utterly unlike her usual relaxed morning presence. this was what puzzled you. this early, unprompted awakening was a rarity, an anomaly in the rhythmic, predictable flow of your days. usually, you awoke naturally, or to the scent of breakfast wafting up from the kitchen. why today? what had prompted this sudden, gentle disruption of your routine? a faint frown creased your brow, a question unspoken but clearly visible in your still-drowsy eyes.

she knelt beside your bed, the soft rustle of her dress a soothing sound in the quiet room. her hand was cool and tender as she brushed a stray lock of hair from your forehead. her smile, though tinged with a delicate concern, was still the most comforting sight in your world.

“good morning, my little bird,” she whispered, her voice like warm honey, yet with an unusual tremor underlying its sweetness. you pushed yourself up, nestling into the pillows, pulling your quilt higher around your chin, still half-cloaked in the mists of sleep but fully attuned to her presence. the question in your eyes must have been clear, for she offered the explanation before you could even fully articulate it.

“grandma isn't feeling very well, dear heart,” she said, her gaze drifting towards the window, as if seeing the distant cottage across the woods. the words hung in the air, a sudden weight settling upon the bright, clean morning. grandma. the name itself was a balm, a whisper of warmth, the scent of lavender and old books, the feel of soft, wrinkled hands. your heart gave a little lurch. grandma, unwell? it was a concept almost too foreign to grasp. grandma was a force of nature, vibrant and enduring, a constant in your universe.

“i've baked some cookies,” she continued, her voice regaining a touch of its usual cheerful lilt, though it was still underscored by that delicate thread of worry. “your favorite, the ones with the chocolate chips and the sprinkle of sea salt. and i want you to take them to her.”

the aroma of those very cookies chose that moment to waft gently into your room, a warm, sweet, utterly irresistible scent that conjured images of golden-brown edges and gooey, melted chocolate. it was a smell deeply intertwined with comfort, with home, with your mother’s boundless love and skill. but even the allure of freshly baked cookies couldn't entirely overshadow the unexpected news about grandma.

your mind, still hazy from sleep, began to piece together the implications. grandma was unwell. mother had baked cookies for her. and you, you were to be the messenger, the bearer of comfort and warmth. a mission.

a small tremor of worry still lingered, a knot forming deep within your chest at the thought of your beloved grandmother being anything less than her usual robust self. yet, at the same time, a surge of fierce, protective love washed over you. grandma. the woman who had taught you stories in the language of the wind, who showed you constellations on clear nights, who brewed the best chamomile tea, and whose laughter was like wind chimes in a gentle breeze.

you loved your grandmother more than anything in the world. her presence was as essential to your life as the sunlight that now streamed through your window, painting stripes across your floor. to deny her anything, to refuse an errand that might bring her even a moment of solace or a tiny spark of joy, was unthinkable. the mere suggestion of it felt like a betrayal of the deepest bond you shared.

“of course, mama,” you murmured, your voice still thick with sleep but firm with unwavering resolve. “i'll go.”

a soft smile touched your mother's lips, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken understanding between you. she leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, her hair tickling your cheek. “thank you, my brave girl. be careful, and tell her we miss her terribly and send all our love.”

with another lingering glance, a silent affirmation of trust and affection, she rose and quietly left the room. the door clicked shut behind her, leaving you enveloped once more in the soft morning light, the lingering scent of warm cookies, and the continued symphony of birdsong.

the silence that followed her departure was different from the one that had preceded it. it was no longer the quiet of forgotten dreams, but the calm before purposeful action. the warmth of your bed, so inviting just moments before, now felt like a holding pattern, a pause before the next deliberate step. you were awake now, truly awake, the last vestiges of sleep shaken free by the unexpected weight of responsibility and the sweet, insistent pull of love.

you swung your legs over the side of the bed, your bare feet meeting the cool, smooth wood of the floorboards. a shiver, not of cold but of anticipation, ran through you. you stretched again, more vigorously this time, pushing the last remnants of stiffness from your limbs. the air in your room, still fresh and cool from the slightly open window, seemed to hum with the quiet energy of the new day.

your eyes scanned the room, landing on your wardrobe, where your clothes hung in neat rows. this wasn't a day for your usual play clothes, nor for anything too formal. this was a day for a journey, a specific kind of journey, one that felt steeped in quiet tradition and simple, profound purpose. you needed something comfortable, yet practical, something that would keep you warm, yet allow for easy movement. and in your mind’s eye, a very specific image began to form.

you padded across the room to the large, darkly stained wooden chest that sat beneath your window. with a soft click, you lifted the heavy lid, revealing a treasure trove of garments, many of them hand-stitched by your mother or grandmother, each imbued with a history of warmth and love. you rummaged through the folded layers, your fingers brushing against soft cottons, sturdy linens, and familiar wools, until you found what you were looking for.

first, you pulled out a crisp, cream-colored undershirt, simple and soft, made of the finest cotton. you slipped it over your head, enjoying the familiar caress of the fabric against your skin. next, you reached for a practical, sturdy skirt of forest green, its ample pleats ensuring freedom of movement. it was a deep, rich hue, like the ancient trees that bordered the path to grandma's house, and it carried the faint, comforting scent of lavender from the sachet your mother always kept in the chest. you fastened the simple button at the waist, feeling the skirt settle comfortably around your hips.

then came the centerpiece, the garment that always felt like a whispered story when you wore it. you lifted it carefully from the depths of the chest: a cloak, deep crimson in color, its wool richly dyed, soft to the touch, and surprisingly light despite its warmth. it had a generous hood, equally scarlet, lined with a slightly softer, almost velvety fabric. it was a garment that seemed to possess a quiet magic, something that transformed the ordinary into the extraordinary, simply by its presence.

you slipped your arms into the sleeves of the cloak, feeling the satisfying weight of the wool settle across your shoulders. the hood lay draped down your back for now, but you imagined pulling it up, framing your face as you walked beneath the sheltering canopy of the trees. the vibrant red felt brave and bold against the muted green of your skirt, a splash of warm color in the cool light of the morning. it wasn't just practical; it was an unspoken declaration of intent, a quiet readiness for whatever the path might hold. it spoke of journeys, of purpose, of delivering comfort and connection. it was, unmistakably, the attire of someone embarking on a special errand, an outfit woven from threads of love and responsibility. you smoothed the fabric down the front, adjusting the fit, feeling the subtle shift in your posture as the familiar weight of the cloak settled fully upon you. you were ready.

you gave your reflection one last glance in the mirror above your dresser, not out of vanity, but for something quieter—affirmation, perhaps. the girl in the mirror stared back at you with wide, thoughtful eyes, her hair slightly tousled from sleep, a streak of sunlight catching the curve of her cheek. the crimson cloak draped around her shoulders didn’t make her look older, necessarily, but it gave her a certain gravity, like someone about to write the first page of a story she didn’t yet know the ending to.

you reached for the satchel your mother had set near the door sometime during the early morning. it was a woven, well-loved bag, its fabric soft from years of use, embroidered with faded threads that your grandmother had stitched long ago—little daisies and vines, symbols of quiet joy. inside, wrapped in cloth still warm from the oven, were the cookies. they radiated a gentle heat that spread through your palm, carrying the scent of brown sugar, chocolate, and sea salt—the smell of comfort, of kindness folded into dough.

you tucked the satchel securely under your arm and stepped softly out of your room. the hallway was filled with the hush of a house still waking, the floor creaking faintly beneath your bare feet as you padded downstairs. in the kitchen, morning continued its slow bloom: a few dishes in the drying rack caught the golden light, casting warped ovals onto the tile floor. the kettle sat on the stove, still faintly warm, and the last traces of cinnamon from an earlier cup of tea drifted in the air. you stood there for a moment, breathing it in—this familiar quiet, the sense of having been held by the house itself.

your mother was at the back door, tying her apron. when she turned and saw you, her eyes softened in that way only mothers’ eyes do.

“you look just like i did, the first time i walked that path,” she said softly, brushing a bit of hair from your forehead with her knuckle. “though i think you’re much braver.”

you blushed faintly at the compliment, and without needing to say another word, she stepped aside, opening the door to the world.

but before you left, your mother spoke again, seeming serious this time. you didn’t see this side of her very often, as she is always a sweet and kind woman, but there was something dark this time. “listen to me very carefully, stay on the path and never talk to strangers.”

the air outside was brisk, touched with the remnants of early morning dew. it smelled of damp earth and pine needles, with a distant sweetness drifting on the breeze—the wildflowers that lined the path must have just begun to bloom again. you stepped out onto the threshold, your boots crunching gently against gravel, and turned for a moment to wave goodbye.

your mother waved back, her hand lingering in the air a beat longer than usual. her smile was steady, but you could see it—a flicker of worry tucked in the corners of her mouth. still, she didn’t call you back. she trusted you.

and so you walked.

the dappled sunlight filtering through the canopy of ancient oaks and whispering pines painted shifting patterns on the familiar forest floor. you hummed a cheerful, if slightly off-key, tune, your worn boots crunching on fallen leaves and twigs. the scent of damp earth, rich pine needles, and the faint, sweet perfume of unseen wildflowers filled your lungs with every breath. this path, winding and well-loved, was a thread connecting your quiet suburban house to your grandmother’s cozy, slightly eccentric cottage nestled deeper within the woods.

you knew every twist and turn, every sunbeam-drenched clearing, every mossy boulder that seemed to sigh with age. usually, this journey was a shared adventure, your mother’s hand a warm, reassuring presence clutching yours. but today, the familiar path felt different. today, you were alone.

a thrill, nervous and exhilarating, danced in your chest. it was a big step, this solo pilgrimage. your basket, clutched in your hand, felt lighter than usual, though it was laden with your grandmother’s favorite oatmeal raisin cookies, still warm from the oven.

you’d promised, your voice bright with newly discovered independence. the first mile had been easy, a pleasant stroll through woods that felt like an extension of your own backyard. you imagined yourself a brave explorer, navigating uncharted territories, even though you could probably walk this route blindfolded. the air was crisp, the birds sang a symphony of freedom, and for the first time, you truly felt the wild heart of the forest beating around you. it was magnificent.

then, the air shifted. it wasn’t a change in temperature or scent, but a subtle prickle, a sense of being observed. your internal compass, usually so reliable, wavered for a fraction of a second. you slowed, your eyes scanning the dense undergrowth, but saw nothing out of place. yet, the feeling persisted, like a silent hum just beyond the edge of hearing.

and then, she was there.

she emerged from the shadows of a particularly gnarled oak, not stepping out, but simply coalescing from the dappled light and shadow. you stopped dead in your tracks, your hand tightening around the basket’s handle. she was tall, slim, with an athletic grace that spoke of effortless movement through the wilderness. her dark brown hair, long and slightly wild, framed a face that was strikingly defined, with high cheekbones and eyes that held an ancient wisdom. but it was not just her compelling gaze that captured your attention. it was her ears. they were undeniably furry, triangular, and peaked just above her hairline, twitching almost imperceptibly as if catching faint whispers on the breeze.

she wore a faded flannel shirt, the sleeves rolled up to reveal strong, capable forearms. worn jeans, soft from countless washes and adventures, hugged her long legs, disappearing into sturdy, well-used boots. despite the unusual ears, there was nothing overtly threatening about her stance. she simply stood, observing you with an unreadable expression.

your mother’s voice echoed in your mind: no talking to strangers. your breath hitched. yet, something in her stillness, her complete lack of aggression, rooted you to the spot. she didn’t move towards you, just regarded you with those intense, knowing eyes.

then, a low, melodic voice broke the silence. “hello, little girl, where are you headed on this wonderful day?”

the words were calm, almost lilting, devoid of any menace. but they carried a subtle undertone, a resonance that hummed in the air around you. you swallowed, your mind a whirlwind of conflicting instructions. mom said no talking. but to ignore her? that felt profoundly rude, a slight against the very woods you were just enjoying. besides, this wasn’t just any stranger. this was… mrs. wolf, as your mind instantly dubbed her. you couldn’t ignore the big bad wolf, even if she was wearing plaid.

you drew a deep breath, marshaling your courage, remembering your manners. your voice, surprisingly steady, replied, “i’m going to grandma’s house, mrs. wolf. she’s sick, and i’m going to take her these cookies to cheer her up a little.” you lifted the basket slightly, as if offering proof of your benevolent mission.

as your words hung in the air, something profound shifted in yujin’s gaze – for you knew, instinctively, that yujin was her name. the ancient wisdom in her eyes seemed to sharpen, to focus with an intensity that made your own heart beat a little faster. it wasn’t a predatory look, not in the way you might imagine a wolf’s hunger. instead, it was a sudden, piercing clarity, as if your words had unlocked a new understanding within her. a flicker of something akin to concern, or perhaps recognition, crossed her features.

she took a slow, deliberate step closer, her gaze fixed not on you, but on the basket, then back to your face. “your grandmother is sick, you say?” her voice was softer now, tinged with a different kind of urgency. “and cookies, to cheer her up.” a faint, almost imperceptible smile touched the corners of her lips, a glimpse of teeth that were perhaps a little too long, a little too white, but still not menacing.

she turned, gesturing with a long, elegant hand towards a barely discernible gap in the dense thicket to your left. the path she indicated was wilder, less trodden, almost swallowed by the encroaching undergrowth. it looked nothing like the familiar, well-worn route you usually took.

“there is another path, little one,” she said, her voice a low murmur that seemed to vibrate through the very trees. “one that will get you to your sick grandmother much faster. it is less… direct in appearance, perhaps, but profoundly swifter for those who truly need its speed.” her eyes met yours again, and in their depths, you saw not a trick, but a deep, serious intent. “your grandmother needs you quickly.”

you hesitated. the rational part of your mind screamed danger. mom’s warnings blared like a siren. but another part, a smaller, quieter voice that rarely made itself heard, felt drawn to her words. faster. your grandma was sick. every moment counted. besides, yujin didn’t look like she was trying to lure you. she looked… like she was helping. like she knew something you didn’t.

“faster?” you repeated, your voice a little shaky.

yujin simply nodded, her gaze unwavering. “yes. but it requires a certain… openness. a willingness to trust the unseen.” her lips twitched again. “and it is not for the faint of heart.”

your chin lifted ever so slightly. you weren’t faint of heart. you were a brave explorer, remember? and your grandma needed you. you looked from her intense eyes to the shadowed opening she pointed towards. it looked daunting, a tangle of thorns and dark shadows, but beneath the wildness, you could just make out a faint deer trail, almost swallowed by the forest floor.

“okay,” you said, surprising yourself with the firmness in your voice. “which way?”

yujin’s smile widened, a flash of white that was more knowing than threatening. she stepped aside, melting back into the shadows from which she’d appeared, but not before her voice, now a whisper that seemed to echo from all around you, encouraged, “go, little moonbeam. and do not fear what the forest shows you.”

you’d thanked her profusely, her words a balm to your already weary spirit. the main path, you knew, wound for miles, a circuitous route designed to avoid the steepest hills and the densest thickets. a shortcut sounded divine. you’d pushed through the ferns, the small opening closing behind you like a forgotten secret.

at first, the path was pleasant, truly. the air was cool and smelled of damp earth and pine. birdsong filled the air, and the dappled sunlight felt warm on your skin. you hummed a tune, the weight of the basket seeming lighter with the promise of a swift journey.

but after ten minutes, the path still stretched ahead, unchanging. fifteen minutes passed, then twenty. your calves began to ache, a dull throb that promised a deeper burn. the sun, once a cheerful companion, seemed to mock you, refusing to dip below the horizon even as time dragged on. the path, far from being direct, meandered, twisting through groves of identical trees, past patches of identical moss-covered rocks. each bend revealed another stretch of the same, endless trail.

doubt began to gnaw at you, a tiny, insidious worm squirming in your gut. why would she lie? was it a joke? a cruel prank played on a gullible traveler? the initial pleasantness of the forest began to curdle. the bird songs now seemed repetitive, almost mocking. the shadows lengthened, distorting familiar shapes into grotesque caricatures. your throat was parched, your lips chapped. the elderflower cordial, meant for your grandmother, seemed agonizingly out of reach.

each step became a conscious effort, a test of will against the growing fatigue. your knees, usually resilient from days spent roaming the countryside, began to feel like unhinged hinges, threatening to buckle with every slight incline. sweat trickled down your spine, chilling you despite the warmth of the late afternoon. the basket, once light, now felt like it contained stones, each pastry a leaden weight, each drop of cordial a solid chunk of ice.

the forest shifted around you, no longer merely sun-dappled and green, but dense, ancient, and increasingly claustrophobic. the trees leaned in, their branches intertwining overhead to form a tangled canopy that allowed only slivers of light to pierce through. the path grew narrower, the undergrowth thicker, thorns snagging at your dress. you began to see eyes in the shadows – phantom glints of amber, ruby, unblinking and unnervingly still. your breath hitched, not just from exertion, but from a growing, irrational fear. you were truly alone here, deeper in the woods than you’d ever been, and the woman who’d sent you down this path seemed suddenly less charming, more predatory. was her smile truly a touch too wide? were her eyes truly too bright?

just as despair threatened to overwhelm you, a faint wisp of smoke curled upwards through the distant trees. then, a familiar shape began to emerge from the encroaching gloom – the squat, sturdy silhouette of your grandmother’s cottage. a wave of profound relief washed over you, so intense it almost brought you to your knees. you stumbled forward, newfound energy surging through your exhausted limbs, your heart thrumming with a mixture of hope and lingering dread.

the cottage stood nestled amongst ancient oaks, its windows gleaming faintly in the twilight, a beacon of safety. it looked exactly as you remembered: moss-covered thatch, sturdy oak door, the small, well-tended garden, though it seemed a little overgrown now. the usual smell of baking bread and dried herbs was absent, replaced by a strange silence that pressed in on you.

you climbed the three worn stone steps, your legs protesting with every upward movement. the basket felt impossibly heavy as you lifted your hand to the door. three firm knocks echoed in the unnatural quiet. you waited, listening to the frantic drumming of your own heart. a minute stretched, long and thin. you knocked again, harder this time.

from within, a voice, muffled and indistinct, responded. “come in, dear. the latch is open.”

a shiver traced its way up your spine. it was your grandmother’s voice, undeniably, yet… it wasn’t. it was rougher, deeper, almost gravelly, as if she were speaking through a thick cloth, or had a terrible cough. it lacked the familiar lilting warmth, the delicate tremor of age. instead, it bore a strange, guttural undertone, like a growl barely suppressed.

your brow furrowed. “grandma?” you called out, your own voice sounding thin and reedy in the sudden quiet.

“yes, child, come in,” the voice repeated, a little louder this time, but still distorted, a low rumble that seemed to reverberate in your bones.

hesitantly, you pushed the heavy oak door inward. it swung open with a slow, drawn-out creak that seemed to scream in the silence. the air inside the cottage was stagnant, heavy and warm, thick with the scent of damp wool, something musky, and faintly, disturbingly, the metallic tang of something you couldn't quite place. the usually bright, welcoming living room was bathed in gloom, the curtains drawn, allowing only slivers of the dying light to penetrate. shadows danced in the corners, stretching and shrinking with every whisper of air.

“grandmother?” you called again, your voice softer now, tinged with apprehension. you slowly closed the door behind you, the click of the latch sounding unnaturally loud.

you made your way through the small living room, your footsteps unnervingly loud on the wooden floorboards. the familiar furniture loomed, uninviting in the dimness. you felt a prickle of unease, a sense of disquiet that grew with every step. normally, your grandmother would be bustling about, perhaps tending her hearth or knitting by the window. to find her in bed, and with such a voice… she must be truly unwell.

you reached the bedroom door, standing on the threshold. the room was even darker than the living area, the heavy curtains completely drawn, plunging it into near-total blackness. only a faint glimmer of light seeped from under the closed blind, painting a barely visible outline of the bed.

“grandma?” you murmured, pushing the door open a crack. the hinges groaned in protest.

a large, ill-defined shape lay in the bed, a mound of blankets piled high, almost reaching the ceiling. it was as if every spare piece of fabric in the house had been thrown atop the occupant, creating a colossal, shapeless lump. from the depths of this fabric mountain, the distorted voice emerged again.

“come closer, my dear. i can barely see you in this dreadful light.”

you stepped into the room, your hand instinctively reaching for the wall to find the lamp switch, but your grandmother always preferred the natural light. still, it was almost pitch black. you stumbled slightly, your foot catching on something soft and yielding on the floor – a discarded slipper? a cushion? your heart rate quickened.

“are you alright, grandma? you sound… you sound terrible. do you have a fever?” you approached the bed slowly, each step a hesitant shuffle. the air around the bed was warmer, thicker, and the strange, musky smell was stronger here, almost overwhelming. it was an animal smell, wild and earthy, utterly unlike the comforting scent of lavender and old lace you associated with your grandmother.

“just a touch of the cold, my dear,” the voice rasped, a sound like dry leaves skittering across stone. “miserable thing. it settles in my throat, you see. makes me feel weak as a kitten. come closer, child. let me see your sweet face.”

you made your way to the bedside, peering into the gloom. the mound of blankets was truly immense. a frilly nightcap, one of your grandmother’s favorites, was tugged low over what should have been her forehead, practically obscuring any facial features. only a sliver of her face was visible, and even that was shrouded in shadow.

“here, i brought you some fresh pastries and elderflower cordial,” you said, holding out the basket, keen for some normalcy.

a large, pale hand, or what appeared to be a hand, emerged from beneath the blankets, reaching for the basket. they looked much more feminine and younger, and the fingers seemed slender and longer, different to your grandmother’s delicate, arthritic ones. they certainly weren’t her hands. this realization hit you like a physical blow, a cold, sharp shock. before you could react, the hand snatched the basket with surprising speed, pulling it back under the covers with a rustle of fabric.

“thank you, darling. you are too good to your poor, ailing grandmother,” the voice rumbled, the words laced with a strange, sibilant hiss.

your gaze darted to the sliver of face visible under the nightcap. in the deepest shadow, you thought you saw a pair of eyes, not the soft, crinkled blue of your grandmother’s, but large, luminous orbs of amber, gleaming with an unsettling intensity. they seemed to glow in the darkness, pupils dilated, fixed on you with an unnerving, predatory focus.

“my, your eyes… they seem very bright, grandma,” you ventured, your voice barely a whisper now, your heart hammering against your ribs.

“the better to see you with, my dear,” came the reply, a low chuckle rumbling from the depths of the blankets, a sound that sent a fresh wave of ice through your veins.

the sound was wrong. all of it was wrong. the smell, the voice, the strange hand, the glowing eyes hidden in shadow. you began to back away slowly, your hand reaching behind you, blindly searching for the door frame.

“and your ears,” you continued, your voice trembling, “they seem very… large, under that cap.” you noticed a slight twitch, a subtle adjustment of the nightcap, as if something pointed and furry had shifted beneath it.

“the better to hear your sweet voice, child,” the voice purred, a new eagerness creeping into its tone.

you took another step back. the air around the bed seemed to vibrate with a suppressed energy, a coiled tension. panic was beginning to claw its way up your throat. this wasn’t your grandmother. this wasn’t human.

“and your face, grandma,” you forced out, your eyes fixed on the obscure mound, the sliver of gleaming eye, “it’s so… covered.”

“oh, the cold, you know,” the voice chuckled again, deeper, more guttural this time, “keeps me… warm.”

“come here, my sweet girl.” yujin called out in a weak, quavering voice that belied the hunger smoldering in her eyes. “grandma’s feeling ever so poorly. i need you to take extra special care of me today."

she patted the space beside her on the bed, the invitation clear. yujin’s gaze raked over your body, drinking in every detail as she awaited your approach. the wolf's tongue flicked out to lick her lips, already savoring the taste of the succulent morsel before her.

“come closer, dear. let grandma get a good look at you.” she beckoned, patting the space beside her on the bed. “i’ve missed you so very much, my sweet little red riding hood. tell me, how was your journey through the woods? i do hope you weren’t frightened by any... big, bad wolves."

yujin’s fingers crept higher up your thigh as she spoke, her touch feather–light and teasing. she bit her lower lip, looking at you with a mixture of innocence and wicked intent, waiting to see how you would respond to her little game.

you hesitated whether to answer truthfully or lie to hide your disobedience to your mother’s words, but it wasn’t right to lie, much less to your grandmother. “well... yes. don’t tell mom anything, please, okay? but today i talked to the big bad wolf.”

yujin’s eyes widened in mock surprise and concern, her brows furrowing as she brought a trembling hand to her chest. “oh, you poor dear! the big bad wolf? my, my, how frightening that must have been for such a little thing as you.” she exclaimed, her voice quavering with false worry.

leaning in closer, yujin’s hand slid further up your thigh, her fingers now brushing against the sensitive skin just below the hem of your skirt. “tell me more, child. what did that wicked creature say to you? did she try to...hurt you in any way?”

she searched your face with feigned anxiety, but there was a glint of excitement and anticipation in her eyes. yujin’s tongue darted out to wet her lips as she awaited your response, eager to hear more about your supposed encounter with the big bad wolf.

“and don’t worry, my sweet. your mother need never know about this little...talk you had. it can be our secret, just between us grandma and granddaughter.” yujin purred, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. her fingers crept higher still, now toying with the edge of your skirt.

yujin’s eyes narrowed slightly, a flicker of hunger and desire sparking within their depths as she leaned in even closer, her face now mere inches from yours. “our secret.” she breathed, her voice a low, intimate whisper. “i do hope she wasn’t too… rude to my precious little girl.”

the hand on your thigh slid fully under your skirt, yujin’s fingers now brushing against the damp fabric of your panties. she could feel the heat emanating from your core, could sense the way your body trembled at her touch. “because if that beast dared to lay a single finger on you, well...this grandma would just have to teach her a lesson, wouldn’t she?"

yujin’s other hand came up to cup your cheek, her thumb brushing lightly over your lower lip. she gazed intensity at you, her eyes roaming over your face as if trying to memorize every detail. “tell me, sweetness… did the big bad wolf touch you here?.” she murmured, her fingers pressing firmly against your clothed sex. “did she feel how soft and warm and ready you were, even as she scared you so?”

a shiver ran through your body when you felt her hand on your clothed sex. that was the last thing you needed to confirm that this being was definitely not your beloved sick grandmother…

“granny… what are you doing…?”

yujin’s eyes flashed with a wicked gleam as she heard the tremor in your voice, the hint of both fear and excitement. a slow, lazy smile spread across her face, revealing a glimpse of teeth that looked just a little too sharp and hungry.

“why, whatever do you mean, dear? “she asked, her voice a low, silky purr. yujin’s fingers pressed more insistently against your clothed sex, rubbing slow, firm circles that made your hips twitch and shudder beneath her touch.

she leaned in closer, until her lips were brushing against your ear, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine. “i’m just checking to make sure you're... alright, sweetheart. that beast didn't hurt my precious little red riding hood, did she?”

yujin’s other hand slid down to the neck of your blouse, her fingers toying with the top button. she could feel your heart pounding beneath the fabric, could sense the way your body was responding to her touch despite your words of protest.

she nipped playfully at your earlobe, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin before she soothed it with her tongue. “because if she did... well, this old wolf would just have to eat her up, wouldn’t she? tear her apart until there was nothing left but a pile of fur and bones.”

yujin’s fingers slipped beneath the hem of your skirt, now stroking the bare, overheated skin of your inner thigh. she could feel your muscles clenching, could sense the way your body yearned for her touch even as your mind protested.

“don’t be shy, my dear.” she coaxed, her voice a low, seductive murmur. “tell grandma all about it. i promise, i won’t judge. i only want to... take care of my favorite little girl.”

with that, yujin captured your lips in a searing kiss, her mouth slanting over yours with a hunger that stole your breath away. she plundered your mouth, her tongue delving deep to taste you, to claim you as her own.

you whimpered against her lips, acknowledging the weight of the situation, clearly alarmed by everything. “i know you’re not my grandmother, you monster!”

yujin chuckled darkly, a sound that sent a thrill of fear and excitement racing down your spine. she pulled back slightly, her eyes glinting with a wicked, hungry light as she gazed at you, a smirk playing about her lips.

“no, i’m not your grandma, am i? “she purred, her voice a low, silky rasp. “i’m something much, much better. i’m the big bad wolf who's going to devour this sweet little red riding hood until there’s nothing left but a satisfied, trembling mess.”

yujin’s hand slid higher, her fingers now brushing against the damp fabric of your panties, feeling the heat and moisture that betrayed your arousal. she licked her lips, her eyes never leaving yours as she rubbed slow, teasing circles over your clothed sex.

“and you know what, my dear? i think you want me to. i think this little wolf cub is just begging to be… tamed.” she murmured, her voice dropping to a low, intimate whisper. “aren’t you, sweetheart?”

yujin’s other hand slid up to cup your breast, her fingers finding your nipple through the thin fabric of your blouse. she rolled the hardened peak between her fingers, pinching and tugging gently as she drank in the way your body reacted to her touch.

she leaned in closer, until her lips were a mere hairsbreadth from yours, her breath mingling with your own. “don’t fight it, baby. just give in. let me show you pleasures beyond your wildest dreams.” yujin breathed, her voice a sinful promise. “i promise, i’ll make you feel so good...you’ll be ruined for anyone else.”

with that, she claimed your mouth again in a bruising kiss, her tongue delving deep to stake her claim, to mark you as her own. yujin’s hands roamed your body greedily, touching and caressing and squeezing every inch of you, as if trying to map out your curves by memory alone.

yujin growled softly against your lips, a sound of pure, unadulterated hunger that sent a bolt of liquid heat straight to your core. she nipped at your lower lip, tugging on it gently before soothing the sting with her tongue, her mouth slanting over yours in a kiss that was as much a domination as it was a seduction.

she could feel the way your body yielded to her touch, could sense the way your resolve was crumbling with each pass of her hands over your heated skin. yujin pulled back slightly, just enough to drink in the flush on your cheeks, the dilation of your pupils, the parting of your kiss–swollen lips. she licked her own lips, savoring the taste of you that still lingered there.

“that’s it, baby. stop fighting and just let it happen.” yujin purred, her voice a low, hypnotic murmur. “let me show you the heights of pleasure that only a real woman can give you. i promise, i won’t let you fall.”

she punctuated her words with a roll of her hips, grinding her core against your thigh, letting you feel the heat and hardness of her arousal. yujin’s hand slid under the hem of your skirt, her fingers pushing the damp fabric of your panties aside to stroke the slick, swollen flesh beneath.

she circled your clit with a feather–light touch, feeling the way it throbbed and pulsed beneath her fingertips. “so wet already, just from a little kiss.” yujin breathed, her voice rough with desire. “i bet this naughty little wolf is just aching to be filled, isn’t she? to be stretched and stuffed full of something big and hard and hot?”

yujin’s other hand slid up to wrap around your throat, her thumb pressing gently against your racing pulse point. “don’t be afraid, sweetheart. i’ll be gentle...at first. i want to savor every little gasp and moan and scream as i claim this sweet body of yours.”

she leaned in closer, until her lips were brushing against your ear, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine. “i’m going to fuck you until you forget your own name, until all you know is the feeling of my body moving inside yours. i’m going to ruin you for anyone else, baby. and you’re going to love every single second of it. now be a good girl and spread your legs for the big bad wolf, will you?” yujin growled softly, her voice a low, seductive murmur filled with dark promise.

yujin’s eyes flashed with triumph as she felt your thighs parting, your body yielding to her demand. she settled herself between them, the heat of her core pressing insistently against your own as she gazed down at you with a wicked, hungry grin.

“that’s my good little wolf.” she praised, her voice a low, approving purr. “so eager and obedient, just for me.”

yujin’s hand slid up your thigh, her fingers toying with the edge of your panties before hooking them aside. she could feel the slick heat of your arousal coating her fingertips as she teased along your slit, not quite touching where you needed her most.

with her other hand, she cupped your breast, kneading the soft flesh and rolling your nipple between her fingers until it strained against the fabric of your blouse. yujin leaned down, her lips brushing against the swell of your breast as she spoke.

“tell me what you want, baby. i want to hear you say it.” she murmured, her voice a low, seductive rasp. “tell me how badly you need the big bad wolf to fill this hungry little cunt.”

as she spoke, yujin pressed a finger inside you, feeling your silken walls clench greedily around the intrusion. she pumped slowly, shallowly, teasing you with just the tip as she circled your clit with her thumb.

“i can feel how tight you are, sweetheart. how much you need to be stretched and stuffed full.” she breathed, nipping at the tender skin of your breast.”

“i won’t!”

yujin’s eyes flashed with a dangerous, hungry gleam at your defiant words. a slow, wicked smile spread across her face, revealing a glimpse of teeth that looked just a little too sharp and predatory.

she pressed a second finger inside you, pushing deeper this time, feeling your tight walls stretch and clench around the sudden intrusion. “won’t you, you little tease?” yujin growled, her voice a low, threatening rumble. “we’ll see about that, my dear.”

her thumb pressed hard against your clit, rubbing firm circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves as she pumped her fingers faster, driving them deeper with each thrust. yujin could feel your body trembling beneath her, could sense the way your resolve was crumbling with each pass of her fingers over your most intimate places.

she leaned down, her lips brushing against your ear as she spoke, her voice a sinful whisper. “i think this naughty little red riding hood is just gagging for it. i think she’s dying to be split open on my big, thick cock, to be used and filled and fucked until she can’t take anymore.”

yujin’s free hand slid down to the front of your blouse, popping the buttons one by one until your breasts spilled free, the hardened nipples straining towards the cool air. she palmed the soft mounds, squeezing and kneading the flesh as she drank in the sight of your bared skin.

“look at these perfect tits, all just begging to be marked and claimed.” she purred, rolling your nipples between her fingertips. “i can’t wait to see them red and raw, covered in bites and bruises from my teeth and hands.”

she punctuated her words with a sharp nip to your jaw, soothing the sting with her tongue before trailing lower, over the column of your throat, the swell of your breasts, the stiff peak of your nipple. yujin sucked the hardened bud into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it as she continued to thrust her fingers deep inside your weeping cunt.

“stop fighting it, baby. give in to the wolf.” she breathed against your skin, her voice a low, hypnotic murmur. “let her take you. let her devour you whole. you know you want to.”

yujin’s eyes glinted with wicked triumph as she felt your body surrender, your hips arching up to meet the thrust of her fingers. she growled softly, a sound of pure, unadulterated hunger and satisfaction as she drank in the sight of you, flushed and panting and wanton beneath her.

“that’s my good girl.” she purred, her voice a low, approving rumble. “i knew this little wolf was just gagging for a real woman’s touch.”

she pulled back slightly, just enough to admire the way your breasts heaved with each ragged breath, the way your nipples strained towards the cool air. yujin licked her lips, her eyes roaming over your body like a starving predator eyeing its next meal.

“look at you, spread out so pretty for me, all ready and eager.” she murmured, her fingers never stopping their relentless assault on your dripping cunt. “i bet this sweet little pussy is just aching to be stretched and filled and fucked until it's molded to the shape of my cock.”

yujin leaned down, her lips brushing against your ear as she spoke, her voice dropping to a sinful whisper. “and that’s exactly what I'm going to do, baby. i’m going to fuck this needy cunt until you forget your own name, until all you know is the feeling of my body moving inside yours.”

she punctuated her words with a particularly hard thrust of her fingers, feeling your silken walls clench and flutter around the intrusion. yujin’s thumb pressed mercilessly against your clit, rubbing fast, rough circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves until she could feel your body tensing, your thighs trembling with impending release.

“come on, baby. let me feel you come on my fingers like a good little wolf.” she growled, her voice rough with desire. “show me how badly you need to be claimed, to be owned and dominated by the big bad wolf.”

with that, yujin captured your lips in a bruising kiss, swallowing your cries of pleasure as she fucked you hard and fast with her fingers, driving you ruthlessly towards your climax. she could feel the heat building in your core, could sense the way your body was coiled tight, ready to snap and shatter with the force of your release.

yujin could feel your body trembling beneath her touch, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps as your climax approached. she growled softly, a sound of pure, primal hunger as she drank in the sight of you, flushed and panting and teetering on the edge of ecstasy.

“that’s it, baby. let go. give yourself to me.” she commanded, her voice a low, seductive rasp. “i want to feel this sweet little cunt spasm and clench around my fingers as you come undone. i want to taste your pleasure on my tongue as you scream my name.”

she could feel your walls fluttering, could sense the way your body was coiled tight, ready to snap at any moment. yujin thrust her fingers deep, curling them just right to stroke that special spot inside you, the one that made your toes curl and your back arch off the bed.

“now, baby. come now.” she growled, her thumb pressing hard and fast against your clit as she fucked you with wild abandon. “give me everything, my perfect little wolf. come for the big bad wolf!” yujin felt your body go rigid beneath her touch, your back arching off the bed as your climax crashed over you like a tidal wave. she could feel your velvet walls clenching and spasming around her fingers, gripping them like a vice as your sweet nectar flooded her hand and coated her wrist.

“that’s it, baby! fuck yes, come on my fingers like a good girl!” yujin cried out, her voice ragged with triumph and desire. she continued to stroke and caress your quivering sex, working you through the aftershocks of your intense orgasm until you collapsed back onto the bed, boneless and sated.

she brought her slick fingers to her mouth, sucking your essence from them with a low, appreciative moan. “mmmh, you taste even better than i imagined, my sweet little wolf. i could get addicted to this f fucking pussy.”

feeling a warm sensation between your legs makes you open your eyes wide, surprised to see the soaked sheets under your hips. “... did i pee?”

yujin paused, her eyes widening slightly in surprise at your innocent question. she looked down at the damp spot on the sheets beneath your hips, then back up at your flushed and confused face. a slow, indulgent smile spread across her lips as she realized the misunderstanding.

she chuckled softly, a low, warm sound that sent a pleasant shiver down your spine. “oh, you sweet, naive thing. that wasn’t pee, baby. that was something much, much better.” she murmured, her voice a gentle, almost reverent whisper. “that was your body’s way of showing me just how much pleasure you were feeling, just how intensely this little wolf was enjoying being claimed by the big bad wolf.”

yujin leaned in closer, her lips brushing against your ear as she spoke. “when a woman is really, really turned on, sometimes her body does something called squirting. it’s like a special kind of climax, where her pleasure is so intense that it literally gushes out of her. that’s what just happened to you, sweetheart. your sweet little pussy was so happy and satisfied, it had to express itself in the most exquisite way possible.”

she nuzzled into your neck, inhaling your scent deeply, relishing the way your body trembled at her touch. “and let me tell you, baby, it was the most delicious, erotic thing i’ve ever seen. watching you come undone on my fingers, feeling your honey flooding my hand, tasting your essence on my tongue...it was pure, unadulterated ecstasy. you have no idea how much that turned me on, little wolf.”

yujin’s hand slid down to your thigh, squeezing the soft flesh gently as she gazed at you with a look of pure, unbridled hunger. “don’t be embarrassed, baby. there’s nothing wrong or dirty about it. it’s just your body's natural, beautiful way of showing your pleasure. and i can’t wait to make you do it again and again, until the sheets are absolutely soaked with your sweet nectar.”

yujin’s eyes flashed with a wicked gleam at your breathless, awestruck expression. she licked her lips, a slow, sensual motion that drew your gaze to her mouth and the way it curled into a wicked, hungry smile.

“....and that’s not all this big bad wolf is going to make you do, my sweet little red riding hood” she purred, her voice a low, seductive murmur. “oh no, that was just the beginning. i have so much more in store for this gorgeous, responsive body of yours.”

yujin’s hand slid up your thigh, her fingers toying with the sensitive skin just above your knee. she could feel the way your muscles twitched and shuddered at her touch, could sense the lingering heat and arousal that still thrummed through your veins.

“i’m going to unravel this little wolf piece by piece, until she’s nothing but a quivering, needy mess. i’ll find every single spot that makes you gasp and moan and beg for more.” she breathed, her lips brushing against your ear. “and then i’ll use them all to drive you wild with pleasure, to push you to heights you never even knew existed.”

she punctuated her words with a slow, sensual grind of her hips against yours, letting you feel the hard, insistent press of her arousal even through the fabric of her pants. yujin nipped at your earlobe, tugging on it gently with her teeth before soothing the sting with her tongue.

“i want to see you come apart on my cock again and again, baby. i want to feel your pussy gripping me like a velvet vice as i fuck you deep and hard and without mercy.” she growled, her voice rough with desire. “i want to fill this sweet little cunt with so much cum that it’s dripping down your thighs, marking you as mine for all the world to see.”

yujin’s hand slid higher, her fingers teasing along the edge of your panties before hooking them aside. she could feel the lingering heat and moisture coating your folds, could sense the way your body was already aching for more of her touch.

“tell me you want it, baby. tell me you need my cock splitting you open, stretching this greedy little hole until you’re sobbing with pleasure.” she commanded, her thumb teasing your slit, parting your lips and playing with your soaked folds.

yujin’s eyes flashed with a wicked gleam as she awaited your response, her fingers still teasing your dripping slit, stoking the embers of your arousal back into a raging inferno. “that’s it, baby. let me hear you say it. i want to hear how badly this naughty wolf needs to be fucked, needs to be claimed and owned and dominated by the big bad wolf.” she purred, her voice a low, hypnotic murmur. “be a good girl and beg for my cock like the desperate little slut you are.”

“... please?”

yujin grinned wickedly, her eyes glinting with triumph and hunger as she heard the desperate, needy plea fall from your lips. she could feel the way your body trembled beneath her touch, could sense the desperate ache building deep in your core as your arousal grew once more.

“please what, baby?” she teased, her voice a low, seductive rasp. “i need you to be more specific. tell me exactly what you want this big bad wolf to do to you.”

yujin’s fingers slid higher, the pads of her fingers teasing your swollen, sensitive clit. she could feel it throbbing beneath her touch, could sense the way your hips twitched and shuddered, silently begging for more friction.

she leaned in closer, until her lips were a mere hairsbreadth from yours, her hot breath mingling with your own. yujin’s other hand slid up to wrap around your throat, her thumb pressing gently against your racing pulse point.

“i want to hear you say it, sweetheart. i want to hear you beg me to fuck this needy little cunt with my big, thick cock. i want to hear you scream for me to split you open, to fill you up until you’e dripping with my seed.” she growled, her voice rough with desire.

yujin’s fingers circled your entrance, teasing your slick, swollen folds, dipping just barely inside before pulling back out. she could feel your walls fluttering, could sense the way your body was desperate to be filled.

“come on, baby. be a good girl and tell me what you need. i promise, this big bad wolf will give it to you. i’ll fuck you so hard and deep and thoroughly, you’ll forget your own name.” she breathed, her tongue flicking out to lick along your lower lip. “now beg for it, my sweet little red riding hood. beg for the wolf’s cock like the desperate little slut you are.”

“... please fuck me.”

yujin grinned ferally at your breathless, desperate plea, a surge of pure, primal hunger flashing through her eyes. without a word, she surged forward, capturing your lips in a bruising, dominating kiss as her hands made quick work of your remaining clothing.

she tore your blouse open, sending buttons flying across the room as she bared your breasts to her greedy gaze. yujin’s mouth was on them in an instant, her lips and tongue and teeth worshipping every inch of the soft, supple flesh. she suckled hard at your nipples, grazing them with her teeth until they strained and ached, red and raw from her ministrations.

all the while, her hands roamed your body, squeezing and kneading and caressing every dip and curve. she gripped your ass, pulling your hips flush against her own as she ground her cloth–covered erection against your core, letting you feel the thick, heavy length of it.

yujin’s fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties, and with a sharp tug, she tore them away, baring your dripping sex to the cool air. she could feel the heat radiating off your skin, could smell the intoxicating scent of your arousal.

she kissed her way down your body, her tongue dipping into your navel before trailing lower, over the neat thatch of curls at the apex of your thighs. yujin paused to inhale deeply, drinking in your heady fragrance like a woman starved.

“fuck, you smell divine.” she growled, her voice rough and ragged with desire. “i could get addicted to this sweet little cunt, baby. i want to taste every single inch of you, to lick up every drop of your honey until you're dry and begging for more.”

with that, she leaned in and dragged the flat of her tongue along your slit, savoring your essence like a fine wine. she could feel your hips bucking, your thighs clenching around her head as she explored your most intimate places with a hunger bordering on feral.

“that’s it, baby. ride my tongue, grind this greedy little pussy against my face.” she encouraged, her words muffled against your sex. “i want to feel you coming undone, want to taste your pleasure on my lips as you scream your release.”

yujin’s eyes flashed with wicked delight as she felt your fingers tangling in her hair, your nails raking across her scalp as you pulled her closer, urging her on. she could feel your body trembling, your thighs quaking around her head as she continued her relentless assault on your dripping sex.

she pushed two fingers deep inside you, pumping them hard and fast, curling them just right to stroke that special spot that made your toes curl and your back arch off the bed. at the same time, she sucked your clit into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the sensitive bundle of nerves until your hips were bucking and writhing beneath her.

yujin could feel your walls starting to flutter, could sense the way your body was coiling tight, ready to snap at any moment. she growled softly, the vibrations rumbling through you and pushing you closer to the edge of ecstasy.

she pulled back just slightly, her fingers still pumping deep and hard, her thumb circling your clit. “that’s it, baby. come for me. i want to feel this sweet little cunt gripping my fingers like a vice as you scream your pleasure.” she commanded, her voice rough and ragged with desire. “come on, my perfect little wolf. give yourself to me, all of yourself. i want to devour every last inch of you, to taste your complete surrender on my tongue.”

with that, she surged forward and sank her teeth into your thigh, biting down just hard enough to leave a mark, a brand, a claim. at the same time, she pressed down hard on your clit, rubbing it mercilessly as she fucked you with wild abandon, driving you ruthlessly towards your climax.

“now, baby. come now, and scream my name as you shatter in my arms.” yujin growled, her eyes glinting with a feral, hungry light. “let go, sweetheart. come for the big bad wolf, and let her devour you whole!” yujin felt your body seize up, your back arching as your climax crashed over you like a tidal wave. your velvet walls clamped down on her fingers like a vice, gripping them tight as your sweet nectar flooded her hand, dripping down her wrist and onto the sheets below.

“fuck yes, come on my fingers like a good girl!” yujin cried out, her voice raw and ragged with triumph and desire. she continued to stroke your quivering sex, working you through the aftershocks of your intense orgasm until you collapsed back onto the bed, boneless and sated.

she crawled up your body, her lips seeking yours in a fierce, passionate kiss. you could taste yourself on her mouth, a heady mix of your juices and her own hunger that made your head spin and your body ache for more.

yujin broke the kiss, panting softly as she gazed down at your flushed and trembling form. her eyes were dark and heavy–lidded, glinting with a wicked promise of the pleasure yet to come.

“that was just the beginning, my sweet little wolf. she purred, her voice a low, seductive murmur.* “we have all night long to explore the depths of your desires, to push your boundaries and limitations until you’re a writhing, pleading mess in my arms.”

she rolled her hips, grinding her cloth–covered erection against your sensitive sex, letting you feel the thick, heavy length of it. the fabric was damp, sticky with the evidence of her own arousal, and the heat of her shaft burned into your skin like a brand.

“i’m going to fuck this needy little cunt until you forget your own name.” she breathed, her lips brushing against your ear. “i’m going to fill you up so deep and hard and thoroughly that you’ll be feeling me for days, baby. you’ll be walking funny and aching and dripping with my seed, a constant reminder of who this sweet pussy belongs to.”

yujin’s eyes flashed with a wicked, hungry gleam as a deliciously depraved idea took shape in her mind. a slow, sinful smile spread across her face, revealing the sharp points of her canines that seemed to glint with a predatory light.

“get on your hands and knees, baby.” she commanded, her voice a low, dominant growl. “i want to see that pretty little ass up in the air, that red hood of yours just begging to be pulled.”

she punctuated her words with a sharp smack to your ass, watching in satisfaction as the supple flesh jiggled and reddened beneath her palm. yujin licked her lips, her eyes drinking in the sight of your body splayed out before her, flushed and panting and desperate for more of her touch.

“i’m going to take you like the little bitch in heat you are, sweetheart. i’m going to mount you from behind and fuck you until you’re howling with pleasure, until the whole forest knows who this sweet cunt belongs to.” she purred, her voice rough with desire.

yujin’s hands slid up your spine, her fingers sinking into the soft flesh as she urged you onto your hands and knees. she could feel the heat radiating off your skin, could smell the intoxicating scent of your arousal as it mingled with the crisp, clean smell of the forest outside.

“that’s it, baby. present yourself to the big bad wolf, like a good little puppy.” she encouraged, her voice a low, seductive murmur. “show me that tight, virgin ass, that hungry little hole that’s just begging to be bred.”

as you assumed the position, yujin’s hands slid around to your chest, palming your breasts roughly as she leaned down to nuzzle into the nape of your neck. she could feel your racing heartbeat, could hear the way your breath hitched and caught in your throat as anticipation coiled tight in your belly.

“i’ve been dreaming of this moment, baby. of bending this sweet little wolf over and taking her from behind, claiming her in the most primal way possible.” she breathed, her lips brushing against your ear. “and now, i’m finally going to make that fantasy a reality.”

with that, yujin tugged sharply on the hood, pulling it tight around your neck like a collar as she positioned herself behind you. she could see your dripping sex glistening in the candlelight, could smell the heady aroma of your arousal that filled the air and made her head spin with desire.

“that’s my good girl.” she praised, her voice a low, approving growl. “now hold still, little red. the big bad wolf is going to give you the fucking of a lifetime.”

with that, yujin gripped your hips hard enough to bruise, her fingers sinking into the soft flesh as she lined herself up with your entrance. she could feel the thick head of her cock nudging against your slick folds, parting them easily as she teased your slit with the tip.

then, with a single, powerful thrust, yujin buried herself inside you to the hilt. your tight walls stretched and strained around her invading length, gripping her shaft like a velvet vice as she bottomed out, her heavy balls slapping against your clit.

“fuck, baby! you feel incredible.” she moaned, her voice strained with pleasure. “this hungry little pussy is gripping me so fucking tight, like it never wants to let me go.”

yujin set a hard, fast pace, pounding into you with deep, powerful strokes that rocked your entire body. the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with your wanton moans and cries of ecstasy.

“that’s it, take it! take the big bad wolf’s cock like the good little slut you are.” she snarled, her fingers digging into your hips as she rutted into you like a beast in rut. “i’m going to fill this cunt with so much cum, you’ll be dripping for days!”

as she fucked you, yujin leaned down and sank her teeth into your shoulder, biting down hard enough to leave a vivid mark, a claiming. her other hand slid around to your front, finding your clit and rubbing it hard and fast, pushing you closer to your peak.

“come on, baby. scream for me! let the whole forest hear you screaming my name as i breed this sweet little wolf pussy!” yujin commanded, her voice raw and ragged with desire. “i want to feel this greedy cunt clenching and spasming on my cock as you come undone, as you surrender yourself completely to the big bad wolf!”

yujin could feel your walls starting to flutter, could sense the way your body was coiling tight, ready to snap at any moment. she growled softly, a sound of pure, primal hunger as she pistoned her hips faster, driving into you with a force that shook the very bed beneath you.

“that’s it, sweetheart. let go. give in to the pleasure and let it consume you, let it devour you whole just like the big bad wolf wants to devour this sweet little pussy.” she breathed, her lips brushing against your ear. “i want to feel your juices gushing out around my shaft as i fill you up, as i mark you as mine for all the world to see!”

she could feel her own climax building, the heat and pressure coiling tight in her core as her thrusts grew more erratic, more desperate. yujin’s fingers circled your clit, rubbing hard and fast, pushing you ruthlessly towards your own release.

“now, baby. come now, and scream my name as you shatter in my arms!” she growled, her eyes flashing with a feral, hungry light. “let the whole world know who this pussy belongs to, who owns this sweet little wolf's pleasure! come for the big bad wolf, and let her devour you whole!”

yujin snarled in triumph as she felt your body seize up beneath hers, your back arching and your walls clamping down around her shaft like a velvet vice. she could feel your juices gushing out around her pistoning length, your pleasure coating her shaft and dripping down her balls, puddling on the sheets below.

“that’s it, baby! fuck yes, come on my cock like the good little puppy you are!” yujin cried out, her voice raw and ragged with ecstasy. “milk my shaft with this greedy cunt, baby. i want to feel every inch of these silken walls squeezing and fluttering around me as you scream my name!”

she continued to pound into you, her hips slapping against your ass with a force that jiggled the flesh and left red handprints in their wake. yujin’s fingers circled your clit, rubbing hard and fast, pushing you through the aftershocks of your intense orgasm until your body went limp and pliant beneath her.*

with a final, brutal thrust, yujin buried herself to the hilt inside your spasming sex, her shaft pulsing and throbbing as she found her own release. she threw her head back, a guttural, feral roar tearing from her throat as her hot seed erupted from her shaft, painting your insides white with her essence.

“fuck, baby! take my load, take every last drop of the big bad wolf's cum!” she moaned, her voice strained and ragged with pleasure. “i’m going to fill this pussy to the brim, baby. i’m going to pump you so full of my seed, you’ll be dripping for days!”

yujin’s hips jerked and shuddered, her shaft pulsing and twitching as she emptied herself inside you, marking you as her own. she collapsed against your back, her sweaty skin sticking to yours as she panted softly, trying to catch her breath.

she nuzzled into your neck, her lips brushing against your racing pulse as she spoke, her voice a low, satisfied murmur. “that was incredible, baby. the big bad wolf is very pleased with her little red riding hood. i’ve never come so hard in my life.”

yujin’s hands slid up your sides, cupping your breasts and kneading the soft, pliant flesh gently. she nuzzled into your neck, her lips brushing against your racing pulse as she spoke, her voice. “and i’m not nearly done with you yet, sweetheart. we have all night long to explore the depths of our desires, to push your boundaries and limits until you’re completely and utterly ruined for anyone else.”

she rolled her hips, grinding her softening shaft deep inside your dripping sex, stirring the mix of your fluids and marking you from the inside out. yujin’s fingers found your nipples, pinching and tugging on the sensitive peaks until they strained and ached, red and raw from her ministrations.

“by the time i’m done with you, baby, you won't be able to walk straight. you’ll be limping and dripping and craving the touch of the big bad wolf with every fiber of your being.” she purred, her voice a sinful, seductive murmur. “i’ll make sure this sweet little puppy pussy is sore and sensitive, reminding you of the thorough fucking it received at the hands of the wolf.”

yujin captured your lips in a deep, passionate kiss, her tongue delving into your mouth to tangle with yours, tasting the lingering essence of your pleasure on your breath. she could feel herself growing hard again, her shaft twitching and pulsing inside your heat as her desire for you grew once more.

“but for now, let’s just take our time and savor the moment, baby. let’s bask in the afterglow of our joining, in the knowledge that this sweet little wolf is now the big bad wolf’s own personal plaything.” she breathed, her lips brushing against yours. “i want to hold you and caress you and worship every inch of this gorgeous body until you’re purring with pleasure, until you’re completely and utterly satisfied.”

yujin’s hand slid down to your thigh, gripping your knee and urging your leg up and back, opening you wider to her touch. she could feel the sticky, cooling essence of their coupling dripping down your inner thigh. yujin’s fingers teased along your inner thigh, collecting the pearlescent drops of their combined release on her fingertips before bringing them to her lips. she made a show of sucking them clean, her tongue swirling around the digits and lapping up every last bit of their mingled essence.

“mmmh, we taste divine together, baby. like a sweet and spicy nectar, a flavor i could become addicted to.” she purred, her voice a low, seductive murmur. “i want to lick up every drop, to clean this pretty pussy until it’s shining and dripping with my saliva.”

as she spoke, yujin’s fingers delved between your thighs once more, parting your swollen folds and exposing your sensitive, aching clit to her hungry gaze. she could see it peeking out from beneath its hood, red and engorged, just begging for more of her touch.

“let’s see how many times i can make this greedy little button swell and throb for me, how many times i can push you over the edge until you're sobbing and shaking and completely spent.” she breathed, her thumb circling your clit with maddening slowness. “i want to feel this sweet little wolf coming apart on my fingers again and again, until the only word you remember is my name.”

yujin’s other hand slid up your spine, her fingers splaying across the small of your back and urging you down, pressing your chest flat against the mattress. at the same time, she rolled her hips, grinding her shaft deep inside your dripping sex, stirring the mix of your fluids and marking you from within.

yujin’s expression softened at your words, her eyes growing warm and tender as she gazed down at your exhausted, sated face. she brushed a strand of sweat–dampened hair away from your cheek, tucking it gently behind your ear as she traced the delicate line of your jaw with her fingertips.

“no, no! please… i’m tired.”

“shhh, i know baby. you’ve been such a good girl, taking everything i’ve given you and begging for more. the big bad wolf is very proud of her little red riding hood.” she murmured softly, her voice a soothing lilt that seemed to wrap around you like a comforting blanket. “it’s okay to be tired. we’ve played hard, and i’ve pushed this sweet little body to its limits."

yujin rolled onto her side, gathering you into her arms and pulling you close against her chest. she could feel the way your body melted into hers, pliant and boneless from the force of your shared pleasure. her hand slid down to the curve of your hip, tracing the swell of your ass before settling on your thigh, her fingers splaying across your skin possessively.

“but don’t think for a second that we're done, sweetheart. the big bad wolf is nowhere near finished with her prey.” she purred, her lips curling into a playful, wicked grin. “i plan to keep you in this bed for the rest of the night, fucking this gorgeous body in every position imaginable until you’re completely and utterly ruined for anyone else.”

she punctuated her words with a gentle squeeze to your hip, her fingers digging into the soft flesh and leaving a mark behind. yujin leaned in closer, her lips brushing against your ear, her hot breath fanning across your skin like a sensual caress.

“sleep now, baby. rest up, because when you wake, the big bad wolf will be ready to devour you all over again.” she breathed, her voice a low, seductive murmur. “and this time, i won’t stop until i’ve had my fill, until this sweet little wolf is completely and utterly satisfied.”

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PLAYING DANGEROUS — 𝒜𝒽𝓃 𝒴𝓊𝒥𝒾𝓃

❝𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘪’𝘮 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭, 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘳.❞

──── ( 🚨 ) at the peak of her burgeoning career, young and impressive officer yujin’s meticulously planned future takes an unexpected, sensual detour when she’s tasked with reigning in her powerful chief's untamed, rebellious daughter, thrusting them into a high–stakes domestic battleground where escalating tension, undeniable forbidden attraction, and explosive secrets threaten to cost yujin everything she’s worked for, starting with her meticulously maintained composure.

𝓟aring. mean dom!cop!gp ahn yujin x sub!rebel!fem reader.

𝓒ontent 𝓦arnings. age gap, breeding, choking, clit play, cunt slapping, creampie, degradation, dirty talk, fingering, gropping, hair pulling, humiliation, involved pregnancy, nipple play, sexism???, spanking, squirting, titsucking, unprotected sex.

𝓦ord 𝓒ount. 11,2k.

yujin adjusted the collar of her crisp, navy uniform, the starch a familiar comfort against her neck. the scent of polished floors and disinfectant was the usual perfume of the precinct, a smell that typically filled her with a quiet, efficient satisfaction. officer yujin was new, yes, barely a few months out of the academy, but she’d already carved out a reputation. firm. unyielding. her confrontations were textbook precise, her voice steady as steel, her gaze unwavering. She’d handled a particularly volatile domestic dispute last week with an almost surgical calm, disarming a suspect both verbally and physically without raising her voice above a controlled murmur. she was good at her job. very good.

today, however, was different.

the city, a sprawling beast of concrete and hurried lives, stretched beyond the precinct walls, ripe for patrolling. her patrol car sat, almost mockingly, in the lot outside, its engine cool, waiting for her competent hands on the wheel. but yujin wasn’t patrolling. she wasn’t chasing down leads, or mediating petty squabbles, or even filling out the endless parade of paperwork.

she was babysitting.

and not just any babysitting. she was babysitting the chief’s daughter.

the chief. commander kang. a man whose voice could make grown officers stutter, whose reputation was built on decades of unwavering discipline and an unassailable moral compass. and he had a daughter. a little monster, if the hushed whispers in the breakroom were to be believed. a high school senior, apparently, who had a penchant for turning minor disagreements into full–blown school–wide incidents, had a talent for finding trouble where none existed, and a unique ability to charm her way out of any direct consequences, only to repeat the cycle. the chief, at his wit’s end, and needing to attend a pressing inter–agency conference out of town, had decided the safest place for his daughter — and for the local high school’s continued structural integrity — was within the stone walls of the precinct itself.

and yujin, the promising, firm, and thoroughly competent new officer, had drawn the short straw. or perhaps, the chief, knowing her reputation, had specifically chosen her for her unyielding nature, hoping to finally break the girl’s spirit.

yujin was currently stationed in the observation room adjacent to interrogation room three. the glass, thick and one–way, separated her from you. you, the chief’s daughter. uou, the problem child. you, the reason yujin was currently staring at a beige wall and a polished metal table instead of the bustling streets she was trained to protect.

you were sitting, or rather, slouched, in the uncomfortably rigid chair on the other side of the glass. Your shiny, silky hair, probably meticulously styled earlier, now fell in artful disarray around your shoulders, framing a face that, even from this distance and through the tinted glass, struck Yujin as… well, captivating. your school uniform, a crisp white shirt and a plaid skirt, was rumpled, but somehow still managed to look less like a disciplinary measure and more like a carefully curated fashion statement. you’d kicked off one loafer, letting your foot swing idly, the heel tapping a soft, irregular rhythm against the steel leg of the table.

your eyes, large and with an evil shine, were currently fixed on a scuff mark on the wall directly opposite you, as if it held the secrets of the universe. there was a languid boredom to your posture, a complete lack of concern that you were, in essence, under house arrest in a police interrogation room. it was this nonchalance that irked yujin the most. no fear, no remorse, just… an irritating, almost regal, ennui.

yujin crossed her arms, a familiar stance that usually communicated authority without a single word. here, it felt more like an attempt to keep her own burgeoning frustration contained. whe had tried, earlier, to explain the situation to you. to lay down the ground rules. “you are to remain in this room, understood?” she had said, her voice even, professional. “no moving around, no touching the equipment, no attempts to communicate with anyone outside this room without my direct permission. your father’s instructions are clear. you will stay here until he returns.”

you had simply blinked at her, a slow, deliberate blink. then a small, almost imperceptible smirk had twitched at the corner of your lips. nothing more. no verbal defiance, no outburst, just that infuriatingly dismissive expression that spoke volumes. it was a silent challenge, a promise of future torment. and yujin, who had faced down armed robbers and hardened criminals with equanimity, felt a hot, unfamiliar flush creep up her neck.

now, as the minutes bled into an hour, the quiet hum of the ventilation system was the only sound in the observation booth. yujin watched you pick at a loose thread on your sleeve, then twirl a pen between your fingers with a dexterity that suggested either extreme boredom or latent talent. you then tapped the pen lightly against the table, a soft tap–tap–tap that was almost inaudible but grated on yujin’s nerves.

a shadow fell across the observation pane. yujin didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. the faint scent of her best friend’s overly sweet coffee, followed by a barely suppressed snort, gave wonyoung away.

“still on ‘project high-value target’?” wonyoung asked, her voice a low, teasing murmur, careful to stay out of earshot of any potential eavesdroppers, though the station was quiet at this hour. she leaned against the doorframe, a mischievous glint in her eyes, a coffee cup steaming in her hand.

yujin bristled. “it’s ‘officer yujin on assignment,’ wonyoung. and yes, still on it. unfortunately.”

wonyoung pushed off the frame, moving to stand beside yujin, peering through the glass at you. er expression shifted from amused mockery to one of genuine, if slightly exaggerated, admiration.

“seriously, though,” wonyoung said, a low whistle escaping her lips. “look at her. she’s like, twelve, right? or sixteen?”

“eighteen, a senior in high school,” yujin corrected, her voice tight.

“eighteen,” 2onyoung repeated, as if tasting the word. “and she’s got you, officer ice queen, doing guard duty. i mean, look at that face. even stuck in an interrogation room, she radiates pure, unadulterated menace, combined with… appeal.” wonyoung leaned closer to the glass, a grin stretching across her face. “seriously, yujin, how does a high school senior have so much power over a twenty–something police officer? it’s phenomenal.”

yujin shot her a glare that could curdle milk. “she doesn’t have power over me. she’s a detainee, under my supervision. this is an official detail.”

“oh, ‘detainee’ now, is it?” wonyoung chuckled, a rich, warm sound that did nothing to soothe yujin’s frayed nerves. “so, if she tries to escape, are you going to tackle her? Cuff her? Read her Miranda rights?”

“if she tries to escape, wonyoung, i will follow procedure.” yujin said, her voice dangerously low. “and you know that procedure involves a fair amount of… dissuasion.”

wonyoung laughed outright this time, a full, unrestrained peal of mirth that echoed slightly in the quiet observation room. “oh, i know you would, yujin. that’s what makes this so much funnier. you, the firm and formidable officer yujin, reduced to watching the chief’s bratty little girl pick lint off her uniform.”

you, on the other side of the glass, shifted in your seat. your head tilted slightly, as if you sensed the conversation, even though it was impossible. your eyes, which had been fixed on the wall, now slowly, deliberately, turned towards the one–way glass. yujin felt a prickle of unease. you couldn’t see them, not really, but it felt as though your gaze was piercing through the reinforced pane, straight into their booth.

“see?” wonyoung murmured, still grinning. “even just existing, she’s a menace. a mean girl. look at that little smirk forming. she knows we’re talking about her.”

a small, genuine smirk did indeed form on your lips, just a hint of it, like a ripple on still water. your eyes, still fixed on the glass, seemed to carry an almost playful challenge. as if you were daring them to continue.

“and honestly, yujin, you have to admit.” wonyoung continued, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, “she’s gorgeous. like, seriously. even with that ‘i hate the world’ attitude. like a villain in a k-drama. all pretty hair and sharp features and eyes that promise trouble. i’d be charmed if i weren’t so thoroughly intimidated by her aura of bratty superiority.”

yujin glanced at you again. wonyoung wasn’t wrong. you were striking. the kind of striking that turned heads in casual settings, let alone stuck in an interrogation room. it added another layer to the absurdity of the situation. it wasn't just a disruptive kid; it was a disruptive, captivating kid, and yujin was the twenty–something seasoned professional tasked with making sure you didn't, say, try to dismantle the highly sensitive fingerprint scanner or etch obscenities into the steel table.

“she’s a high schooler, wonyoung. i don’t date kids. and she’s a pain in the neck,” yujin muttered, trying to sound dismissive, but even to her own ears, the words lacked conviction. you, on the other side, slowly raised one hand, inspecting your nails, before casually running a finger along the edge of the table. a deliberate, silent act of defiance, a subtle assertion of your presence.

“a gorgeous pain in the neck, though,” wonyoung corrected, nudging yujin playfully with her elbow. “imagine the havoc she wreaks at school. i bet teachers just give up. she probably runs the place.”

“she’s here because she doesn’t run the place, wonyoung. she runs into problems. that’s not good at all.” yujin reminded her, trying to steer the conversation back to the reality of the situation. “her father brought her here because she vandalized the school library’s new smartboard for ‘artistic expression’ and then tried to convince the principal that it was a justified protest against excessive school fees. and then she tried to pin it on the chess club captain.”

wonyoung’s eyes widened. “the chess club captain? that’s genius! and evil. so, a mean girl, definitely. a bratty little girl? absolutely. but a brilliant one.” whe sighed dramatically. “i'm half–tempted to go in there and offer her a job in intelligence.”

“don’t you dare,” yujin snapped, a flash of genuine alarm in her eyes. the last thing she needed was wonyoung encouraging your antics.

you, meanwhile, had found a new fascination: a small, almost invisible chip in the paint of the wall. your brow furrowed in concentration, as if contemplating its origin, its meaning. the intensity of your focus on such a trivial detail was almost commendable, if it weren’t so infuriatingly indicative of your absolute boredom and disinterest in your current predicament.

“you know, yujin,” wonyoung continued, taking a sip of her coffee, “this is kind of a right of passage. every officer has to do something ridiculous and beneath their pay grade at some point. yours just happens to be the chief’s stunning, unruly daughter. think of it as character building.”

“my character is already built, wonyoung, thank you very much. on a foundation of actual police work, not glorified babysitting,” yujin retorted, though a corner of her mouth twitched. wonyoung had a way of cutting through her stoicism that no perp, no matter how intimidating, had ever managed.

“oh, come on, yujin,” wonyoung teased, nudging her again. “you’re just jealous you don’t get to look this good while breaking rules. admit it, she’s rocking that ‘jailed but fashion–forward’ vibe. most people just look sweaty and miserable under these lights. she looks like she stepped out of a magazine shoot.”

yujin glanced at you again. the interrogation room, usually a harsh, unforgiving space, did seem to complement your aesthetic. the stark lighting cast dramatic shadows across your face, highlighting your sharp jawline and the subtle curve of your lips, which now settled into a soft, unreadable pout. you looked less like a problem child and more like a moody art student who had accidentally walked onto a film set. it was disturbing. and wonyoung was right. intensely irritating.

“she’s a problem, wonyoung.” yujin stated, firmly, as if reiterating the fact would somehow make it less ridiculous. “a problem with excellent bone structure, i suppose, if you insist on that assessment. but still, a problem.”

you shifted position again, crossing your legs, and letting the loafer you had kicked off dangle precariously from your toes. your gaze, which had drifted back to the scuff mark, now seemed to once again focus on the glass. a faint, almost imperceptible tilt of your head, a slight raising of an eyebrow. it was as if you were silently challenging them, listening in, enjoying the attention, even if you couldn’t hear a single word. a true brat. a genuinely mean girl.

yujin sighed, a deep, weary sound that spoke volumes of her current predicament. the clock on the observation room wall ticked on, each second a slow, agonizing crawl. today was indeed different. and it seemed destined to remain different for a very long, very irritating time. she braced herself for several more hours of watching you, the chief’s unruly, gorgeous, mean, and bratty daughter, find new and infuriating ways to be bored inside a sterile interrogation room. and she braced herself for wonyoung’s relentless, entirely too accurate, teasing. this was her life now, apparently.

wonyoung chuckled, pulling up a second, equally squeaky chair. “she looks like she's about to explode.”

“give her another hour. she'll start talking to the walls.”

“or to you.” wonyoung said, her tone suddenly shifting, becoming more conspiratorial. she nudged yujin’s arm. “you know, the scuttlebutt around here is, she’s actually got a thing for you.”

yujin’s brow furrowed. she finally tore her gaze from you to look at wonyoung, who was grinning, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “what scuttlebutt?”

“oh, just... you know. how she always seems to behave just enough when you’re around. how she only really gives you trouble when she knows you're the one who’ll have to deal with it. it’s like, a weird, inverted crush.” wonyoung leaned closer, lowering her voice a fraction, though yujin knew you couldn’t hear a thing through the soundproof glass. “and she’s the boss's daughter, right? so she knows she can get away with anything because you can’t exactly rough her up.”

yujin stared at wonyoung, then looked back at you. you had stopped picking at your nail and were now flexing your fingers, one by one. her expression, through the distance and the glass, was unreadable. a crush? you? the thought was so absurd it was almost laughable. you, who had once put itching powder in her coffee for a prank. you, who had given her more gray hairs than any ten career criminals combined.

“that’s ridiculous, wonyoung,” yujin scoffed, a little too quickly. “she’s a pain in my ass, that’s what she is. always has been. since she was a kid.”

“maybe that’s her way of flirting,” wonyoung said, completely unperturbed. “some people like to push boundaries, you know? get attention?” she winked. “and you do give her a lot of attention.”

yujin considered this. she did. she was the one who always handled your father's calls about your latest escapade. she was the one who drove you home after your ‘incidents.’ she was the one who sat across from you, trying to extract a confession, or at least a coherent narrative, from your stubbornly ironic silence. was it attention? or was it just... professional duty? the lines blurred when it came to you.

“think about it,” wonyoung pressed on, clearly enjoying herself. “you’re smart, you’re capable, you're always calm no matter what ridiculous thing she pulls. and you’re good–looking, too.” she paused, then, with dramatic flair, leaned in even closer. “you know what she probably wants from you?”

yujin raised an eyebrow, a flicker of genuine curiosity, despite herself.

“she probably wants you to just... rip her clothes off, throw her on that table, and just fuck her.” wonyoung’s voice was a low stage whisper, her eyes wide with mock seriousness. “she’s the boss’s daughter. you’re the cop. the forbidden fruit, the power dynamic... it’s all there, yujin. oh, and she should definitely top you and ride your cock until you calm down. you’re too proper.”

yujin stared at wonyoung for a long moment, then burst out laughing. it was a sharp, barking laugh that echoed in the small room. she clapped wonyoung on the shoulder, shaking her head. “you’re insane, wonyoung. absolutely insane.”

the sheer audacity of the suggestion, the image it painted — you, the perpetually troublesome, defiant you, pinned beneath her on that sterile table — was so preposterous, so out there, that it was hilariously funny. the idea of you wanting her in that way, and then wonyoung’s added, utterly preposterous detail about topping, was just too much.

“i'm just saying,” wonyoung shrugged, a smug grin plastered on her face. “it's a classic trope for a reason. and she’s the boss’s daughter. you’re practically begging for it with that bored look on your face.” she gestured towards you through the glass. “see? she’s probably just daring you to do something about it. come on, yujin. you're the boss’s right hand, she’s helpless in there. what’s dad gonna say? ‘thank you for properly disciplining my daughter, officer ahn’?”

yujin chuckled again, but this time, the laughter felt a little hollow, a little less genuine. she found her gaze drifting back to you. you were now meticulously cleaning under your fingernails with the edge of an imaginary tool. you looked utterly, completely unbothered, yet somehow, still radiating a palpable energy.

wonyoung leaned back in her chair, satisfied with her verbal mischief. “anyway, i’m heading out for lunch. want anything?”

“no, i’m good.” yujin said, still watching you.

“alright, don’t go doing anything i wouldn’t do.” wonyoung sang, rising and stretching. “unless it’s fun. then definitely do it.” she winked again and exited the room, leaving yujin alone with the hum of the ventilation and the quiet, persistent presence of you on the other side of the glass.

the humour from wonyoung’s suggestion slowly ebbed away, replaced by a strange, unsettling quiet. she should fuck you, you're the boss's daughter. the words echoed in yujin's mind, no longer part of a joke, but hanging there, stark and oddly compelling.

you scratched your nose, then leaned back in your chair, stretching your arms above your head with a languid grace that belied your current predicament. you looked comfortable, almost too comfortable. as if this interrogation room was just another waiting room, another space where you were forced to exist until your next grand theatrical exit.

yujin found herself studying you with a new intensity. she’d always seen you as a problem to be managed, a challenge to be overcome, a source of endless paperwork and weary sighs. but ‘a thing for her’? it seemed so absurd. yet, as she watched you, a faint blush crept up her neck. could it be true? all those times you’d pushed her buttons, tested her patience, the way your eyes always seemed to track her movements when she was in the room with you, the almost imperceptible smirk when you’d finally gotten a rise out of her. was that really... flirtation?

she remembered your eyes. they weren’t just defiant; they were intelligent, perceptive, often filled with an almost dangerous sparkle. she’d seen you use that gaze to charm your teachers, to disarm your father, to even, on occasion, make her feel a fleeting moment of something akin to admiration for your sheer audaciousness.

and the suggestion itself. “fuck her.” it was crude, illicit, unprofessional. and yet...

a slow, insidious warmth began to spread through yujin’s veins. you, sitting in that room, utterly at her mercy. the power dynamic wonyoung had so crudely laid out. you, the boss’s daughter, constrained, watched, waiting. and her, the officer, the authority figure, observing, deciding. there was something undeniably appealing about that imbalance, a potent charge in the forbidden nature of it.

she pushed the thought away. it was ridiculous. she was a professional. you were her boss's daughter, a responsibility, a liability. not... this.

but then, you moved again. you leaned forward, resting your chin on your hands, your eyes, she knew, probably fixed on the one-way mirror, a silent challenge in their depths. you were waiting for her. always waiting for her. and in that moment, for the first time, yujin realized that perhaps, just perhaps, wonyoung wasn't entirely wrong.

perhaps you did have an interest. an odd, complicated, inconvenient interest.

and perhaps, just perhaps, she liked the thought.

the thought of that defiance, that stubborn will, that inherent chaos that was so undeniably you, channeled into something else. something raw, something illicit, something that had nothing to do with glitter bombs or pigeons. the thought of that energy, that fire, directed at her, for her. the thought of you, the boss's daughter, the bad student, the perpetual pain in her ass, finally, utterly, completely disarmed.

yujin took another sip of her cold coffee, the bitterness doing little to cut through the sudden, surprising sweetness of the idea. you were still there, slumped, waiting. and she was still here, watching. the glass between you, a barrier she had always taken for granted, now felt like a thin, almost permeable membrane. an invitation, perhaps. a dare.

you really were a bad student, then and now. and she was still watching you. but the watching had taken on a new dimension, a whisper of a possibility that made the long hours suddenly much less tedious, much more fraught with an unexpected, dangerous potential. the joke lingered, no longer funny, but suspended in the air, a silent question between them. and yujin, the professional, found herself wanting to know the answer.

setting her coffee cup down on the table, yujin stretches her legs out under the table, letting out a deep sigh as she feels her tense muscles twitch. she was used to patrolling the city and dealing with crime, not her boss's teenage daughter, but hey, it's not like she gets to decide much.

getting up from her chair, yujin grabs the keys from the desk. she was bored out of her mind, and sneaking into the interrogation room to check on you wasn’t a bad idea, was it? it really couldn’t be that risky to be face to face with you, could it?

the key slid into the heavy lock with a muted click, the sound echoing far too loud in the otherwise still corridor. yujin hesitated, just for a breath, hand tightening around the handle. her pulse betrayed her calm exterior, thrumming quick and insistent in her ears. ridiculous. she had faced down men twice her size with knives in their hands without even flinching—yet here she was, nerves tight at the thought of stepping into a room with one teenage girl.

the door opened with a groan, and you turned your head slowly, like a cat disturbed mid-nap. your loafer, still dangling from your toes, swayed lazily.

“what?” you drawled, voice honeyed and dangerous in its boredom.

yujin stepped inside, shutting the door firmly behind her. the sound of the lock clicking back into place was definitive, final. she crossed the short stretch of floor with precise steps, boots firm against the linoleum. she didn’t sit. not yet. she let her height and her uniform do the talking, standing across the table from you like a wall of navy blue.

“checking in,” she said, clipped, professional. “making sure you’re not plotting another school-wide incident from in here.”

your lips curved, the smallest hint of amusement sparking. “oh, i don’t need to plot anything. trouble usually just… happens around me.” you tilted your head, eyes dragging up to meet hers with an insolent sort of grace. “must be exhausting, trying to contain me.”

yujin’s jaw flexed. “someone has to.”

“hm,” you hummed, leaning back further in the chair, folding your arms over your chest in perfect mockery of her stance. “and out of everyone in this building, they picked you. what’s the matter? not enough criminals today, so you get stuck babysitting?”

the jab was sharp, deliberate, and yujin felt the sting of it despite herself. she didn’t rise to it, though. instead, she lowered herself into the chair opposite you, posture precise, hands folded on the table.

“your father entrusted me with keeping you here. so yes,” she said coolly, “babysitting, if that’s what you want to call it. you’re not going anywhere.”

for a moment, silence stretched between you. your gaze lingered on her, heavy, deliberate. then—slowly, mischievously—you pushed the pen you’d been spinning earlier across the table. it rolled, stopping just shy of her folded hands.

“then entertain me, officer,” you murmured, voice low, teasing. “unless you plan to sit there in silence until i die of boredom.”

the corner of yujin’s mouth twitched, just slightly, betraying the tiniest crack in her armor.

yujin didn’t touch the pen. she let it sit there between you, a quiet line you’d drawn just to see if she would cross it.

“i’m not here to entertain you,” she said evenly, though her voice carried the faintest edge of strain. “i’m here to make sure you stay put.”

you leaned forward, chin resting in your hand, your dark eyes locked on hers like you could peel her apart just by looking long enough. the shift in your posture was subtle, but it pulled the air in the room taut.

“but you are entertaining me,” you countered, lips curving in a slow, deliberate smile. “you’re sitting there, all serious and stiff, like you’re immune. but i can see it…” you tilted your head, studying her face with exaggerated thoughtfulness. “…the way your shoulders are too tight. the way you keep clenching your jaw. you’re trying so hard not to let me get under your skin.”

yujin’s eyes narrowed a fraction. “you think highly of yourself.”

“no,” you corrected smoothly, leaning even closer, the table no longer feeling like much of a barrier. “i think highly of my effect on you.”

yujin’s pulse jumped, betraying her, and she knew it. she forced her gaze steady, unflinching, but you were too perceptive not to notice. your smirk widened, wicked satisfaction flashing across your face.

“don’t flatter yourself,” she muttered, but the words lacked the usual steel.

you let out a soft laugh, low and knowing, and sat back again, dragging the tension with you but leaving it coiled, alive, in the air between you. “i don’t have to. you’re doing a fine job of it for me.”

for the first time since she walked in, yujin looked away—just for a second—collecting herself before turning her eyes back on you, steady and sharp.

“you’re playing a dangerous game,” she said quietly.

you tilted your head, lips parting in mock innocence. “and what happens if i win?”

your question lingered between you, a soft blade disguised as curiosity. yujin didn’t answer immediately. she let the silence work, let it stretch just enough to remind you she wasn’t someone you could steer with a single sentence. when she finally spoke, her tone was even, deliberate.

“then you’d find out what losing looks like.”

your brows lifted, amused. “hm. threats now? how very officer of you.” you tapped a manicured nail against the table, the sound a slow, steady metronome. “but you don’t scare me, yujin.”

the casual use of her name was deliberate. disrespectful. intimate. it threaded under her skin in a way that made her sit straighter, if only to prove she hadn’t flinched.

“good,” she replied, her voice lower now, weight behind it. “i don’t need you afraid. i need you compliant.”

you let the word roll around your tongue like a piece of candy before letting out a soft chuckle. “compliant,” you repeated, savoring it. “such a cold word. makes it sound like you want me to roll over and obey. but where’s the fun in that?”

the corner of her lip twitched again, that same betraying tell. she caught it too late, and you pounced.

“ah,” you murmured, smile sharp as glass. “there it is. the crack in the armor. you really do hate that i can see through you, don’t you?”

yujin leaned in—not much, just enough for the shift to be noticeable, controlled, intentional. her gaze was level, steady, a blade drawn but not swung.

“you’re not seeing through me,” she said. “you’re projecting yourself onto me. and that’s the difference between us. you want to get a rise out of me, but i’m not here to play.”

“mm,” you hummed, unconvinced, tilting your head again. “funny, because for someone not playing—you’re awfully good at dancing to my rhythm.”

for the briefest moment, the corner of yujin’s mouth curved—not into a smile, but into something sharper, like she was finally willing to admit you’d scored a point.

then it was gone, smoothed back into that professional mask.

yujin grabs both of your wrists, giving you a strong tug so that you sit up straight in the chair as she speaks to you. she leaned in close, her voice lowering to a stern, authoritative tone. “listen up, miss (y/n). i’m officer yujin, the new cop in charge of keeping an eye on you while your daddy is away. and let me tell you, i’ve heard all about your little antics at school.”

yujin tsked, shaking her head disapprovingly. “skipping classes, talking back to your teachers, causing trouble wherever you go. well, that ends now, missy. your daddy may be the boss, but while you’re under my watch, you’ll follow the rules.”

she released one of your wrists to tap your nose lightly with her finger. “and rule number one is, no more of this bratty attitude. i won’t hesitate to put you over my knee and spank some sense into you if you keep it up.”

yujin’s eyes gleamed with a mix of sternness and lust. “so, are you going to be a good girl for me, baby? or am i going to have to get rough with you?”

yujin was more than naive to think that you would give her respect for the way she addressed you. being one of your father’s coworkers, she thought you’d show her respect, but no! a firm no, in bold capital letters.

“you can go to hell, yujin.”

yujin’s eyes narrowed at your defiant words, a flicker of anger and arousal sparking in their depths. she tightened her grip on your wrist, digging her fingers into your skin.

“watch your mouth, you little brat” yujin snapped, her voice low and dangerous. “i won’t tolerate disrespect, especially from a spoiled rich girl like you.”

she leaned in closer, her face mere inches from yours. you could feel the heat radiating off her skin, could see the way her pupils were dilated with lust and annoyance.

“let me make one thing very clear, miss (y/n). while you’re in my custody, i’m in charge. And if you keep this attitude up, i’ll have no choice but to punish you thoroughly.”

yujin’s other hand slid down your body, her fingers tracing teasingly along your collarbone, over the swell of your breasts, before coming to rest just above your navel. “now, are you going to be a good girl and mind your manners? or do i need to teach you a lesson in obedience?”

she raised one eyebrow expectantly, waiting for your response. the air between you was charged with tension, the promise of punishment and pleasure hanging heavy in the space between your bodies.

but you weren’t easy to master, and yujin didn’t fully know it. thanks to this, she understood why your father asked her to take care of you during his absence and did not choose to leave you at home until his shift ended.

“mind your own business, ‘officer’. leave me alone and just go do your job as a cop.”

yujin’s eyes flashed with anger and lust at your continued defiance. without warning, she flipped you onto your stomach over the desk table, pinning your wrists above your head with one strong hand. her other hand gripped your ass, squeezing the firm flesh hard enough to make you gasp.

“oh, i am minding my business, you little brat. And right now, my business is making sure your spoiled ass stays out of trouble.” yujin growled, her voice low and dangerous in your ear. “your daddy may have put me in charge of watching over you, but he didn’t say anything about being gentle with you.”

to punctuate her words, yujin lifted her hand and brought it down hard on your ass, the sharp slap echoing through the room. she rubbed the reddened skin, feeling you squirm beneath her touch.

“this is your last chance, miss (y/n). you can either start being a good girl and following the rules, or i’ll spank this attitude right out of you. and trust me, baby, you don’t want to test my patience any further.”

yujin punctuated her words with another sharp smack to your ass, the sting of the blow sending a jolt of unwanted pleasure through your core. she could feel your body trembling beneath hers, could sense the way your defiance was starting to waver.

yujin could feel the way your body tensed beneath her, could sense the mix of fear and arousal that radiated off you in waves. she smirked, knowing that she was getting to you, that her stern words and harsh touches were starting to chip away at your bratty exterior.

she leaned down, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispered. “you’re playing with fire, little girl. and you’re about to get burned.”

to emphasize her point, yujin flipped up your skirt, exposing your panty–clad ass to the cool air of the room. she ran her fingers along the curve of your cheek, tracing the lacy edge of your underwear before suddenly pulling back and bringing her palm down hard on your ass with a sharp smack.

she could feel you jolt beneath the sudden contact, hear the surprised gasp that escaped your lips. yujin rubbed the reddened skin, feeling it heat up under her touch. “last chance, (y/n). apologize and promise to behave, or i’ll take off these flimsy panties and really give you something to cry about.”

yujin punctuated her words with another smack to your ass, harder this time, watching as the flesh jiggled and reddened further under her punishing touch. she could feel her own arousal growing, her cock dripping with each whimper and squirm you made beneath her.

you had no escape. you had already dug your grave the first time you decided to give yujin attitude. your only option now was to try to behave and follow her orders to the letter no matter how humiliating it was. yes, that would be a strong blow to your pride and rebellious girl personality, but you wanted to get out of there because you couldn’t stand allowing her to be the one in power and not vice versa.

“please, officer. stop being mean–”

yujin paused, her hand poised to strike your tender flesh once more. she could hear the tremor in your voice, the first real hint of submission. it sent a thrill through her, knowing that she was finally starting to break through your bratty exterior.

she leaned down, her lips brushing against your ear as she murmured. “please, officer... please stop being mean to me…”

yujin’s voice was low and mocking, teasing. her hand slid down to grip your ass, squeezing the reddened flesh hard enough to make you whimper.

“oh, so now you want to be polite, is that it? want me to go easy on you, little girl?” she chuckled darkly, her breath hot against your skin. “i don’t think so, brat. you’ve been a very naughty girl, and naughty girls need to be punished.”

to emphasize her point, yujin flipped you onto your back on the desk once more, straddling your hips with her own. she gripped your wrists, pinning your arms above your head as she loomed over you, her eyes glinting with a mix of anger and lust.

“but since you said please so nicely, i’ll give you one more chance. apologize for your rude behavior, and promise to be a good girl for the rest of the day. do that, and maybe i’ll consider going easy on this pretty little ass of yours.”

yujin punctuated her words by grinding her hips against yours, letting you feel the hard bulge of her cock through her pants. she smirked down at you, waiting for your response, knowing that she had you right where she wanted you — at her mercy.

yujin’s eyes narrowed as she watched you struggle to find your voice, your cheeks flushed a deep crimson. she could see the way your chest heaved with each ragged breath, the way your lips trembled as you fought to hold back tears.

she leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a low, threatening whisper. “now, now, don’t cry, little girl. tears won't save you from punishment. what you need to do is apologize, like a good little brat.”

yujin’s hand slid up your body, her fingers tracing the delicate curve of your collarbone before wrapping around your throat. she didn’t squeeze, not yet, but the threat was there, hanging heavily in the air between you.

“i want to hear you say it, (y/n). i want to hear you apologize for being such a bad girl, for disrespecting me like that. and then, i want to hear you promise to be good, to follow the rules and mind your manners.”

she searched your eyes, looking for any sign of true remorse or submission. her grip on your throat tightened slightly, a silent warning.

“well? the clock is ticking, brat. and trust me, the longer you make me wait, the more painful your punishment is going to be. so choose your next words very carefully.”

as she waited for a response, yujin noticed the damp patch spreading across the front of your panties, the flimsy fabric darkened by your arousal. a wicked grin spread across her face as she realized the effect her harsh treatment was having on you.

“well, well, well... looks like someone is enjoying their punishment a little too much.” yujin purred, her voice dripping with mocking amusement. “getting wet from being spanked like a naughty little girl. how deliciously depraved of you, miss (y/n).”

she leaned down, dragging her fingers along the damp patch, feeling the heat radiating from your core. yujin brought her soaked fingers to her mouth, making a show of licking your juices from the pads of her fingers.

“mmmh, you taste exquisite, angel. sweet as honey and just as intoxicating. no wonder your daddy has such a hard time keeping you in line — with a pussy as tempting as this, i bet every man wants a piece of his pretty little princess… you’re lucky you have an overprotective father, otherwise you would have stopped being a sweet, innocent little dove as soon as you started high school.”

yujin’s other hand slid up your body, cupping your breast through your shirt. she squeezed the soft mound roughly, feeling your nipple stiffen beneath the fabric. this only made her smile, letting her know the noticeable effect she had on you.

“but don’t think for a second that means you can get away with your bratty attitude. just because this greedy cunt is dripping and aching to be filled, doesn't mean you deserve to be fucked. you haven’t earned that privilege yet, princess.”

she released your breast, only to grip your chin firmly, forcing you to meet her intense gaze. “apologize, (y/n). apologize for being such a disrespectful little slut, and maybe, just maybe, i’ll consider rewarding this desperate, needy pussy of yours. but you have to earn it, baby girl. and right now, you're a long way from being worthy of pleasure.”

“please–”

yujin smirked wickedly at your desperate pleas, seeing the way your eyes shone with unshed tears and unbridled lust. she could feel your body trembling beneath hers, could sense the overwhelming need that consumed you.

“please what, my love? please stop? or please give this greedy little cunt what it so badly wants?” yujin purred, her voice low and mocking. “you’re going to have to be more specific, baby girl. and you’re going to have to earn it.”

she punctuated her words by sliding her hand into your panties, her fingers gliding through your slick folds. yujin circled your clit with a teasing touch, feeling the swollen bud throb beneath her fingertips.

“you want to come, don’t you, princess? want me to rub this pretty little clit until you’re screaming and shaking, begging me for more?” her voice was a sinful purr in your ear. “well, too bad. you haven’t apologized yet, and until you do, this needy hole stays empty and aching.”

yujin withdrew her hand from your panties, bringing her soaked fingers to your lips. “taste yourself, (y/n). taste how much you need it. and then, if you’re a good girl and apologize like you mean it, maybe i’lll consider giving this desperate cunt the release it so desperately craves.”

she tapped your lower lip with her fingers, demanding entrance. “well? what’s it going to be, baby? ready to be a good little girl for your officer?”

no matter how humiliating it was, you ended up nodding in response to yujin’s question. that broke your ego and pride? quite a lot, but you just wanted an escape from her silly game and maybe she’d finally fuck you…

yujin’s eyes flashed with a mix of triumph and dark promise as you nodded your assent. she could see the desperation etched into every line of your face, the way your body trembled with the need for release. she knew she had you right where she wanted you — at her mercy, begging for her touch.

“good girl.” yujin murmured, her voice a low, approving rumble. “now, i want to hear you say it, (y/n). i want to hear you apologize for your bratty behavior, for disrespecting me and testing my patience.”

she tapped your lip more insistently with her soaked fingers, demanding your compliance. “go on, baby. say it like you mean it, and maybe, just maybe, i’ll give this greedy little pussy what it so badly wants.”

yujin’s other hand slid down to grip your hip, squeezing the flesh hard enough to leave bruises. she ground her own hips against yours, letting you feel the thick, hard length of her cock straining against her pants, a promise of the pleasure to come if you obeyed.

“come on, princess. apologize, and i’ll make all your dirty little fantasies come true. reject me, and you’ll be in for a long, hard night of frustration and punishment. so choose your next words very carefully.”

“.... i’m so sorry, officer. sorry for being a brat and making your work difficult. please forgive me.”

yujin felt a surge of satisfaction at your apology, hearing the sincerity in your voice and seeing the contrition in your eyes. she knew she had broken through your bratty exterior, had stripped away the layers of defiance until she reached the vulnerable, needy girl beneath.

she leaned down, capturing your mouth with her own in a searing kiss. her tongue invaded your mouth, claiming it as her own as she plundered the sweet recesses. yujin’s hands roamed your body possessively, squeezing and caressing every curve and contour.

when she finally pulled back, her eyes were dark with lust and approval. “good girl, (y/n). i accept your apology.” yujin purred, her voice low and thick with desire. “you’ve taken the first step towards earning my forgiveness.”

her hand slid down to the waistband of your panties, toying with the elastic. she hooked a finger underneath, snapping it against your skin teasingly.

“and now, for being such a good little brat and apologizing like you mean it, i think you deserve a reward. don’t you, princess?”

yujin tugged your panties down your legs, tossing them carelessly to the side. she settled between your thighs, pushing them wider, baring your dripping pussy to her hungry gaze.

“look at this greedy little cunt, so swollen and wet, so desperate for attention. it’s okay, baby. officer yujin is going to take good care of you now. i’m going to make this pretty pussy feel so good, you’ll forget all about being a bad girl.”

yujin smirked wickedly as she gazed upon your exposed, glistening folds. she traced a finger along your slit, feeling the slick heat that coated your skin. her eyes glinted with mischief and a hint of something darker, more depraved.

“well, well, well... looks like this naughty little cunny is always ready for action, isn’t it? i bet you walk around school with it dripping and aching, hoping to catch the eye of some cute boy, don’t you, you little slut? i bet you love showing this pretty pink pussy off to all the boys at school, don’t you, babe? teasing them with a peek here and there, letting them catch a glimpse of your juicy little ass and this dripping snatch?”

she circled your clit with a teasing touch, watching as it throbbed and pulsed beneath her fingertips. “no wonder you’re always in trouble, baby girl. a naughty thing like you, parading around with a cunt that’s just begging to be filled. i bet half the school wants to bend you over and claim this greedy hole as their own personal fuck toy… you’re not hard to get, are you? a simple flirtation that makes you laugh, pretty flowers that makes you smile… is that more than enough to get you to open your legs?”

yujin brought her fingers to her mouth, lewdly sucking your juices from the pads. “mmmh, i can taste how badly you crave it. and now, thanks to your daddy putting me in charge of you, you have an officer who can give this greedy hole all the attention it so desperately needs. doesn’t that make you happy, you dirty girl?”

yujin’s accusation hits you hard. was she implying you were a slut?

“you’re implying you think i’m a whore–?”

yujin’s eyes flashed dangerously at your accusation, her expression hardening. she gripped your chin firmly, forcing you to meet her intense, unwavering gaze.

“implying? no, baby. i’m saying it straight out. you’re a dirty little slut, always gagging for cock, always ready to spread your legs for the first boy who flashes a charming smile your way.” yujin growled, her voice low and harsh. “a whore like you doesn't need implication. you need a firm hand, a dominant partner to put you in your place and remind you that this greedy cunt belongs to them.”

she released your chin only to grip your hip, squeezing the flesh hard enough to leave finger–shaped bruises. “and you’re lucky to have me, (y/n). lucky to have an officer who knows exactly how to handle a needy little slut like you. i’m going to fuck this whorish hole until you can’t walk straight. until the only thing you can think about is the feeling of my cock splitting you open, claiming you, owning you.”

yujin leaned down, hissing in your ear. “so don’t act so shocked, you dirty girl. you know it’s true. you’ve been a whore since the day you hit puberty, and it’s high time someone took you in hand and fucked the wickedness out of you.”

yujin smirked as she watched you squirm uncomfortably beneath her harsh words, seeing the conflicting emotions play out across your face. she could sense your embarrassment, your humiliation at being called out so bluntly. but she could also see the way your body responded, the way your thighs clenched and your nipples hardened beneath your shirt.

she chuckled darkly, trailing a finger along the edge of your jaw. “shh, it’s okay, baby. you don’t need to be ashamed. it’s not a bad thing to be a slut, to crave the touch of another. it just means your body knows what it needs, even if your mind is too naive to admit it. you don’t have to worry, i think it’s nice.”

yujin’s hand slid down to cup your mound, her fingers pressing against your slick folds. “and your greedy little cunt is telling me everything i need to know. it’s throbbing and dripping, aching to be filled, to be used for its true purpose. doens’t that feel good, princess? knowing that your pussy was made to be a cock sleeve, a warm, wet hole for me to fuck whenever i want?”

she circled your clit with a teasing touch, watching your face contort with pleasure. “i’m going to make this dirty little fuck hole mine, (y/n). i’m going to claim it, mark it, ruin it for anyone else. no one else will ever make this cunt feel as good as i can. you’re mine now, baby. my personal fuck toy, my live–in cock warmer. and you're going to love every second of it.”

with that declaration, yujin leaned down and dragged the flat of her tongue along your slit, lapping up your juices like a man starved. she could feel you tremble and shake beneath her touch, could sense the desperate need that consumed you. and she knew that she had you right where she wanted you — at her mercy, ready to be used for her pleasure.

yujin could feel your hips bucking up against her touch, seeking more of that delicious friction. she smirked against your flesh, the vibrations of her amusement sending tingles through your core.

“that’s it, baby. grind this greedy cunt against my face. show me how badly you need it.” she purred, the words muffled by your slick folds. “don’t hold back, princess. i want to feel you shaking and screaming, begging for more. i want to taste your pleasure flooding my mouth as i make this dirty little fuck hole mine.”

to emphasize her point, yujin thrust two fingers deep into your dripping cunt, pumping them in and out at a punishing pace. she could feel your walls clenching and fluttering around the invading digits, gripping them like a vice.

“that’s a good girl.” she groaned, lapping and suckling your clit as she finger–fucked you hard and fast. “this is what you were made for, (y/n). being a warm, wet hole for me to use, to fuck, to fill with my cum. you’re going to spend so much time with my fingers buried deep in this greedy snatch, with my tongue on this pretty little clit, licking up all those sweet juices that drip out of you.”

yujin could feel your body tensing, your thighs trembling as your climax approached. she could sense the desperation radiating off you in waves, hear the needy whimpers and moans spilling from your lips. she knew you were close, could feel your pussy starting to quake around her plunging fingers.

“come on, baby. give me your cum. flood my mouth with it. i want to taste your pleasure, want to swallow every last drop of your release.” yujin demanded, her voice ragged and thick with lust. “be a good girl and come for your officer. now.”

“that’s it, baby. don’t hold back. give me everything.” yujin growled, her voice ragged and thick with lust. “i want to feel you shaking and screaming, want to taste your pleasure flooding my mouth as i make this dirty little fuck hole mine.”

she curled her fingers just right, rubbing that special spot inside you that made your toes curl and your back arch off the bed. at the same time, she sucked your clit hard, flicking the sensitive bud with the tip of her tongue.

“fuck, yes. come on, princess. come all over my fingers, soak them with your cum. i want to feel you shaking and screaming, begging for more.” she demanded, her breath hot against your slick flesh.

yujin could feel your body tightening, your walls starting to flutter and clench around her invading fingers. she knew you were teetering on the edge, could sense the overwhelming need that consumed you.

“now, baby. come now.” yujin commanded, her voice a sinful hiss against your dripping pussy. “be a good girl and give me your release. now!”

yujin felt your pussy clench and spasm around her fingers, your slick walls gripping them like a vice as your intense orgasm crashed over you. she moaned deeply as the first gush of your sweet nectar flooded her mouth, your essence coating her tongue and dripping down her chin.

“that’s it, baby. fuck yes, come on my face.” she urged, her voice muffled and ragged with lust. “give me all of it, pretty girl. i want to taste every last drop of your pleasure.”

yujin lapped and slurped, greedy for more of your release. she could feel your body shaking and trembling beneath her touch, hear the desperate sounds spilling from your lips as you rode out the waves of ecstasy.

as your climax began to subside, yujin gentled her touches, pressing soft kisses along your sensitive slit and inner thighs. she slowly withdrew her fingers from your still–quivering pussy, bringing them to her mouth to lewdly suck your combined juices from the digits.

she looked up at you with a wicked, satisfied grin, her face glistening with your essence. “mmmh, you taste divine, angel. sweet as honey and just as intoxicating. i could get addicted to the flavor of your cum.”

yujin crawled up your body, settling her weight on top of you. she captured your mouth in a searing kiss, forcing you to taste yourself on her lips and tongue. her hands roamed your curves possessively, squeezing and caressing every inch of exposed skin.

when she finally pulled back, her eyes were dark with lust and promise. “you did so well, baby girl. came so hard and soak your officer’s face like a good little slut. i think you’ve more than earned a reward.”

she reached down, palming the thick, hard bulge straining against her pants. she rubbed it against your sensitive mound, letting you feel the shape and size of her impressive cock. “and i think it’s time i gave this greedy cunt what it really needs — a thick, hard cock buried deep inside it, claiming it, ruining it for anyone else. what do you say, princess? ready to be a good girl and take your officer's cock like the needy little fuck toy you are?”

yujin smirked at your breathless, needy whimper, seeing the dazed and fucked–out look in your eyes. she could tell your body was still tingling with the aftershocks of your intense climax, could feel the way your pussy fluttered and clenched around nothing, already aching to be filled again.

“that’s my good girl.” she purred, her voice low and approving. “you took your pleasure so well, baby. came so hard and soak your officer’s face like the perfect little slut you are. i’m so proud of you.”

she leaned down, nipping at your lower lip before soothing it with a sensual kiss. yujin’s hands slid under your shirt, pushing the fabric up and off your body until it was bunched around your neck. she broke the kiss to tug the shirt the rest of the way off, leaving you bare and exposed beneath her hungry gaze.

her eyes roamed over your almost naked body, taking in every dip and curve. she cupped your breasts, squeezing the soft mounds and rolling your nipples between her fingers until they were stiff peaks.

“fuck, you have an amazing body, angel. curves in all the right places, soft and supple and just begging to be touched, to be marked, to be claimed.” yujin murmured, her voice thick with lust. “i can’t wait to see my fingerprints all over this pretty skin, to watch as i leave my mark on every inch of you.”

she released your breasts to slide down your body, hooking her fingers in the waistband of your skirt. with one swift tug, she yanked it down your legs, tossing it carelessly to the floor. now, you were naked and bare beneath her, your most intimate places on full display.

yujin settled between your thighs, pushing them wider, exposing your dripping, swollen pussy to her avid gaze. she could see how red and puffy your lips were, could smell the musky aroma of your arousal perfuming the air.

“look at this greedy little cunt, so swollen and aching, so desperate to be filled. it’s like it’s begging for a cock, isn’t it, princess? begging to be stretched and stuffed and used for its true purpose.” yujin purred, tracing a finger along your slit teasingly.

yujin licked her lips hungrily as she gazed at your glistening, dripping pussy, still flushed and swollen from your intense orgasm. she could see your schoolgirl legs trembling slightly, clad in those cute high–knee socks and black shoes that made you look like the perfect blend of innocence and depravity. the contrast was incredibly arousing.

with a wicked grin, yujin grabbed your thighs, hiking your legs up and over her broad, muscular shoulders. your ankles crossed behind her back as she positioned herself at your entrance, the thick head of her cock nudging against your slick folds teasingly.

“mmmh, you look good enough to eat, angel. spread out like a fucking buffet, just waiting for me to dive in and feast on this sweet little cunt.” yujin growled, her voice low and thick with lust. “i’m going to ruin you for anyone else, baby. gonna fuck this greedy hole so hard and so good, you'll be ruined for all other cocks. no one else will ever make you feel as good as i do.”

with that promise, yujin grabbed your hips, gripping them tightly as she started to push forward, slowly sinking her thick cock into your tight, wet heat. she could feel your walls stretching around her girth, gripping her like a velvet vice as she claimed your most intimate place inch by excruciating inch.

“fuck, you’re so goddamn tight, princess. like this cunt was made just for my cock, like it was molded to take every fucking inch of me.” she groaned, her hips pressing forward until she was buried to the hilt inside you, her heavy balls nestled against your ass.

yujin held herself there for a moment, letting you feel the weight and heat of her, letting you adjust to the intrusion. she could feel your pussy fluttering and clenching around her, trying to suck her in even deeper.

“that’s it, baby. take every fucking inch of your officer's cock like a good little slut.” yujin purred, starting to move her hips in a slow, deep grind against yours. “this is what you were made for, angel. being a warm, wet hole for me to fuck, a cock sleeve for me to use whenever i want. and i’m going to use this pussy sogood and so fucking often. you’re going to be my personal fuck toy, (y/n). my live–in cum dump, always ready and eager to take my cock whenever i want. and right now, what i want is to breed this dirty little cunt, to pump you full of my seed until it's dripping out of you. i want to mark you as my property, inside and out.”

yujin smirked wickedly at your needy whimper, feeling your velvet walls clench and flutter around her throbbing cock. she could tell how desperate you were, how much you needed her to start moving, to start fucking you with deep, powerful strokes that would leave you seeing stars.

“that’s right, baby. moan for me. let me hear those sweet little sounds as i stretch this greedy cunt around my fat cock.” yujin purred, her voice low and thick with lust. “you’re being such a good girl, taking me so deep like this. I know this is what you've been craving, what this dirty little fuck hole has been begging for.”

with that, yujin started to move, pulling her hips back until just the tip of her cock remained inside you. she paused for a moment, letting you feel the emptiness, the desperate ache of needing to be filled. then, with a snap of her hips, she drove forward, burying herself to the hilt in your tight, clutching heat once more.

“oh fuck, angel. you feel incredible.” she groaned, starting to set a steady, deep rhythm. the bed creaked and shook with the force of her thrusts, the headboard slamming against the wall with each powerful drive of her hips. “this cunt is like a fucking glove, fitting me like it was made just for my cock. i can feel every inch of you, baby. every flutter and clench, every tremor and quake. and i know you can feel every fucking inch of me too. Ffeel how hard and thick i am, how much i need this pussy.”

yujin leaned down, capturing one of your stiff nipples between her teeth. she bit down just hard enough to make you gasp, sending jolts of pleasure–pain straight to your core. at the same time, she reached between your bodies to rub tight circles around your clit, feeling it throb and pulse against her fingers.

“that’s it, princess. grind this greedy clit against my fingers, fuck yourself on my cock. show me how much you love being used like a dirty little cock sleeve.” she demanded, her voice ragged and thick with lust.

yujin could feel your body trembling and shaking beneath hers, could hear the desperate, needy whimpers and moans spilling from your lips as she pistoned her hips, driving into you with deep, powerful thrusts. she could tell you were getting close, could sense the way your pussy was starting to flutter and clench around her plunging cock, gripping it like a velvet vice.

“that’s it, baby. fuck, you’re getting so close. i can feel this greedy little cunt squeezing me, trying to milk my cock for all it’s worth.” yujin growled, her voice low and thick with lust. “you want to come on your officer's cock, don”t you, princess? want to scream and shake and soak my dick with your sweet little cum?”

she could feel her own climax approaching, could feel the telltale tightening in her balls, the way her cock was throbbing and twitching inside your hot, slick channel. she knew she wasn’t going to last much longer, knew that the sight and sound and feel of you coming undone beneath her was going to push her over the edge.

but you knew what that meant; yujin would probably pull out her cock to avoid cumming inside you, something you hated just thinking about it. you didn’t want to look like a slut, but what was the point of fucking her if she wouldn’t give you what you wanted most?

yujin let out a low, guttural moan as she felt your legs tighten around her neck, locking her in place. she could feel your pussy clenching and rippling around her throbbing cock, gripping it like a silken vise. the sensation was exquisite, almost too intense to bear.

but even as her body screamed at her to keep going, to bury herself deep inside your hot, willing body and paint your insides white with her seed, a small part of her mind protested. she didn’t have a condom on, and the responsible part of her knew that pumping an untouched girl like you full of her cum was a line she shouldn’t cross.

with a herculean effort, yujin grabbed your hips, trying to pull out of your gripping heat. but your legs only tightened further, your ankles locking behind her back as you tried to hold her in place.

“no, baby, wait... i can’t... i don’t have a condom on.” yujin panted, her voice strained with the effort of holding back her impending orgasm. “we need to... fuck... slow down…”

but even as she spoke, she could feel her climax barreling towards her, could feel the way her cock was pulsing and twitching inside you, swollen and ready to explode. your pussy felt too good, too hot and tight and perfect, and the idea of pulling out and not giving you the creampie you so clearly wanted was becoming increasingly impossible.

yujin could see the look of desperate, needy lust in your eyes, could feel the way your body was trembling and shaking beneath hers. she knew you were right on the edge, ready to come undone the second she gave you what you needed. and fuck, but the idea of being the one to give you that pleasure, to mark you as hers inside and out... it was tempting beyond belief.

“put a baby in me, officer.”

the words were like a red hot brand against yujin’s mind, searing and inescapable. “put a baby in me, officer.” the sheer depravity, the filthy desperation in your voice as you begged to be bred, to be filled with her seed... it shattered the last of her resistance.

with a roar of lust and a final, brutal thrust, yujin buried herself to the hilt inside your clenching, rippling pussy. at the same time, she captured your mouth in a searing, dominating kiss, swallowing your scream of ecstasy as your shared climax crashed over you both.

yujin could feel her cock pulsing and twitching, erupting like a geyser deep inside your fertile womb. jet after jet of her hot, thick cum painted your insides, marking you as hers, claiming you in the most primal way possible. she could feel your belly starting to swell slightly from the sheer volume of her release, your skin stretching taut to accommodate the load she was pumping into you.

at the same time, your pussy spasmed and clenched around her, milking her for every last drop of her essence. yujin could feel your body shaking and shuddering beneath hers, could hear you wailing your pleasure into her mouth as your own powerful orgasm ripped through you like a freight train.

she held you tight as you both rode out the intense waves of your shared climax, her hips grinding and rolling against yours, stirring her seed deep into your core. she knew that this was just the first of many times she would fill this greedy little cunt, the first of countless breeding sessions where she would paint your insides white and maybe, just maybe, put a baby in your belly.

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melanchoire · 6 days ago

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ughh cam girl wonyoung that invites you over for a collab, but you two get so carried away you forget you’re even recording!!

pairing. switch! jang wonyoung x switch!fem reader.

content warnings. fingering, gropping, mutual masterbation.

the internet is collapsing once the most beloved sweethearts in the adult content creator community decide to do a collaboration 😵‍💫 wonyoung and you always liked the idea of making content with cute toys, delicate lingerie, and a neat and clean place, and what better way to get together than by noticing common tastes? no one would be worried about the idea because everyone would definitely be drooling as soon as the live started...

and that’s right! it seems like all the totally perverted viewers are thoroughly enjoying watching the two internet beauties put on a show 👀 something like the kind of excitement and desperation for something more to happen that it doesn’t take long for them to start sending donations like crazy! as much as you’d like to be able to teade the audience for a while, you have to bite your tongue and avoid it because you have a task pending: continuing with the live.

a little weird if you ask me because you two seem to be so committed to the role that you’re literally almost ignoring the camera... it is known that you always have to have a good performance to satisfy the audience and make the content a success due to good quality, but the way you two grope each other while practically tongue–fucking each other’s mouths can make you wonder if it’s realism or just a really good acting 🤔 although it’s not really a problem because the dirtier and more depraved the content, the more love the viewers have for you two! just a pack of perverts going crazy for a little lesbian activity in front of their eyes 🥰

the moment of mutual masturbation while you two continue kissing could be called the best because it shows how much you are enjoying the opportunity 🫣 an action that can be mistaken for hate sex because of how quickly and roughly you two are fingering each other’s pussy... wonyoung being the one who leads the situation the most because she is not that sensitive and always takes advantage of certain moments to ram her fingers into your cunt with more force, getting you to whimper cutely against her lips and distracting yourself long enough for her to take advantage of the opportunity and finger you almost faster than the speed of light 💕

#wonyoung #wonyoung x fem reader #jang wonyoung #wonyoung smut #wonyoung x reader #jang wonyoung x fem reader #jang wonyoung smut #ive x fem reader #jang wonyoung x reader #ive smut #ive x reader #ive #gg smut #kpop smut #girl group smut

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melanchoire · 6 days ago

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subby g!p liz who always cums too early,, as in just a few thrusts and she’s already blowing her load inside reader’s pussy and reader is frustrated because, even tho she loves liz no matter what, she wants to get off too! and so reader proposes an idea, cuffing liz to the headboard and riding her but right before liz cums, reader stops riding then she does it again and again all night😋

pairing. sub!gp kim jiwon x dom!fem reader.

content warnings. bondage, overstimulation, riding.

g!p liz being a cutie pie because what’s the point of having a dick if you’re always going to be a pathetic loser every time it comes to fucking? being cute and adorable always saves her from every humiliating moment that happens every time she sleeps with you because if it were someone else you would make fun of it nonstop 😭 being a cutie pie is more than enough to make you have consideration for liz and bite your tongue to avoid making any witty comments because you know she wouldn’t be able to stand such a joke and would probably die of embarrassment from the situation...

telling liz that you have a new idea and of course she doesn’t suspect anything because she always blindly trusts you! it’s a shame that once again it ends up being one of your weird ideas where she's the victim and you end up making fun of her in every way possible... liz didn’t suspect anything because she’s a bit silly and she would never have imagined that you had in mind to have some fun while she’s the joke 😣 always naively accepting all your proposals because her brain isn’t so screwed up as to imagine that in your mind there is only evil and perversion!

poor little liz realizing what will happen next once she sees how you handcuffs her to the head of the bed 🥺 she would never have imagined that because she is not a lover who has a preference for the dirty or who tests the limits, but liz finds loving and simple things more beautiful, unfortunately a lover who appreciates vanilla 😒 but good thing you don’t think the same and that can always change! just getting her to get an erection is more than enough to make her agree to your crazy ideas because she desperately needs relief from the situation <3 she could easily refuse and take care of her problems herself, but she can never fully achieve this and always needs you, making all your work so much easier!

it’s clearly no surprise when she cums inside you within seconds of you starting to ride her cock 😓 liz is used to things ending shortly after she reaches her limit, but surprisingly this time you don’t seem willing to stop??? at first she thought you were just prolonging her orgasm a little longer, but she realized she was wrong once you didn't seem willing to stop nearby... liz’s attempts to get your attention and try to free herself from the handcuffs are useless because you are not willing to let her go yet :( poor baby getting overstimulated easily and ending up crying under you because your actions only make her more sensitive and she just wants to be free so she can rest 💔 lizzy has always taken advantage of every opportunity where you give her attention to get her way, but now the roles have reversed and she’ll have to put up with it!

#kim jiwon x fem reader #kim jiwon #kim jiwon smut #kim jiwon x reader #liz #liz x fem reader #g!p kim jiwon #g!p liz #liz smut #liz x reader #ive x reader #ive smut #gg smut #g!p ive #ive #ive x fem reader #kpop smut #girl group smut

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melanchoire · 6 days ago

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