momosknight

[momosknight]

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Male reader x Itzy Chaeryeong a/n: a little mini-story I got challenged to in between bigger stories. I wanted to limit myself to 1k words. I failed. Word count: 1.1k

Chaeryeong's mascara was already ruined when she got here, but if she were to ask you, you'd say you preferred it this way. You only wish it were you that created the black streaks dragging down her cheeks. She hasn’t bothered to fix it. Maybe she thinks it completes the look—like she’s some princess that has just been cursed, like it's a sign for other men to ask her what's wrong before falling into her jaws. Hints of plum and chamomile stick to her, but the scent is mixed with the salt of dried tears and the faintest trace of vanilla vodka, her favorite alcohol.

She's wearing this loose off-shoulder sweater, just oversized enough to look careless, like she pulled it on without thinking, but you know better. The sleeves slip past her wrists, swallowing her hands when she lets them, but right now they’re bunched up, exposing the sharp angle of her collarbone. A short skirt clings to her waist, stopping high enough to show off soft, bare thighs—bare except for the black thigh-highs hugging her legs, the only thing about her outfit that looks deliberately put together.

She's a frantic storm of emotions, and there's nothing slow about it. Her hand around your wrist jams downwards, slipping underneath her skirt, sliding lace to the side, pressing your fingers against wet heat with a knowing little smirk. The first sensible thing she's done since getting here and screaming about her now ex.

"Feel that?" she purrs, voice silky, sultry and smokey bravado. "You should really take advantage of that while you still can."

You exhale through your nose, noncommittal, but you don't pull away. Instead, you press your fingers into her, feel the way she clenches around them, her walls hot and her smirk turning needy. Her whole body shivers at the touch as a breath gets forcefully ejected out of her. It's nice—good, even—until she ruins it all by opening her mouth again.

"God, he was such an asshole," she groans, head tipping back. "You know what he said when he dumped me? That I was too much. Too needy. Like, what the fuck does that even mean?"

You huff, pushing two fingers inside her, making her gasp, and not in surprise. "I don’t know. Sounds like he had a point."

Her eyes snap to yours, mouth parting in indignation. "Excuse me?"

"You’ve been talking about him for ten minutes," you say, tone flat. "While I’m literally inside you. He might’ve had a point."

She scoffs, lifting herself just enough to slam down against your hand, making a point of grinding into your palm. "Yeah? And yet here you are, knuckle-deep and not stopping."

"Doesn’t mean I wanna hear about him."

“Then shut me up,” she challenges you audaciously, the taunt accentuated by the rolling of her hips against your hand. “You’re man enough for that, aren’t you? Making one sad little girl shut the fuck up?” Your thumb presses into her clit with force like a warning. Her breath stutters at the figurative growl you gave her, fingers tightening against your shoulders. “Better?” you ask, bored. You keep working her, fingers curling, thumb circling, taking your time with it. Her thighs start to shake, her body pressing harder against yours. She’s wet, practically dripping, and you could push her over the edge right now if you wanted to. But she just does not know when to shut the fuck up. And maybe that is your fault.

“God,” she begins, but it’s not a moan. “I can’t believe how much time I wasted on that asshole,” she rambles on, frustrated herself and frustrating you. "Three years. Three years of listening to his bullshit, letting him act like I was the problem. Like I should’ve been grateful for the bare minimum."

“Uh-huh.” Your eyes roll back in annoyance, and you make another attempt at making hers do the same but in ecstasy. “Like, seriously, you wouldn’t believe—” she cuts herself off as a third finger of yours slips inside her, sucking in a breath as sharp as her complaints. “Fuck. Okay. That’s—okay.” “You were saying?” you prompt, but regret it the moment you do. Shouldn’t even give her a chance to talk about this bullshit. She glares back at you, the dark in her eyes meshing with the black of her messy make-up, but she doesn’t answer. She exhales, heaving, rising and falling on your fingers as she presses her chest against yours, finding her phone she tossed somewhere near you earlier. You feel her fingers tap at the screen before she grins down at you.

"I just had the best idea."

You already know it’s not. "Doubt it."

"We should send him a picture. You know, show him what he’s missing."

You blink. "You wanna send your ex a dick pic."

"No, no. A me-with-your-dick pic. Very different. Tasteful. Artistic. Guaranteed to make him angry."

You sigh, slipping your fingers out of her, resting your hand on her hip instead. "That’s fucking stupid."

"That’s closure."

"That’s unhinged."

She grins. “When a girl just got dumped, those two are basically the same thing.” There’s no energy left inside your soul to argue with her. She smirks like she’s won, then slides down, settling between your legs. You watch, half-lidded, as she presses a teasing kiss just above the tip of your cock, phone in one hand, camera pointed down.

"You’re serious about this?" you ask, amused despite yourself.

"Dead serious." She kisses the tip lightly, just enough to make your jaw tighten. "Think about it—he gets a notification, opens it up, sees me like this, working a cock that's at least twice his size. Tell me that wouldn’t ruin his fucking night."

"Or get you blocked immediately."“I can live with that as long as he sees it first. Besides, you’re doing a lot of complaining for someone who’s getting his dick kissed by a girl as pretty as me.”

She’s clearly using you, but the thought doesn’t upset you. You lean back against the couch, thinking this relationship should be a two way street, fingers gracing the side of her face, threading into her hair.

“If you’re sure about making him mad,” you murmur, grasping handfuls of her hair on the back of her head, “you should commit fully and do it properly.”

And then you push her down, the full length of your cock disappearing into the warmth of her throat just as the camera shutter clicks and her mouth sputters, gagging as you push her further than her ex ever reached.

[momosknight]

One-shot World Chp. 8

" Baby " Sitting

Word Count: 3.4k

M reader x Jihyo M reader x Chaeyoung

[ Cum dump baby sitter Chaeyoung ]

" Mmrhh , take it easy honey" Jihyo groaned while you're on top of her.

It's been 3 months since she gave birth to your son, Mico. The doctor said that her stitches are now fully healed that's why you cannot help but fuck your hot wife early in the morning.

" Honey, it's been so long I've been holding back since " you muttered.

" Ughhh, mhhh, honey it feels so good, I nearly forgot how big you are "

" Then take it fully today, honey "

You pushed your shaft into her womb making her bite her lips and grab your nape. Her breasts are big and it just got bigger due to lactation, her boobs are begging to be freed from her shirt. You unbuttoned her shirt and her lovely plump chest appeared in front of you. You quickly suckled on them as soon as they popped up but still making sure that your pace of fucking your wife never change as this is the key for her to reach her climax.

" Honey, don't suck on them, you can just lick them gently. The milkies are for Mico " Jihyo asserted.

You stopped sucking her titties to make sure that all of her milk nutrients will go to your son. Instead, you kissed her passionately as you made love.

" I love you honey "

" I love you too honey "

You're longing for this sight for too long— your beautiful wife under your body, paired with her seductive gaze as she takes all of your length feeling every ounce of pleasure from making love with you.

" Keep going honey, I'm almost there " Jihyo mumbled.

" Yes honey, go cum for me " You replied.

You fasten the pace slightly making her lean on her back and her spine arced.

" You're cumming honey? I'm cumming too " you asked.

" Yess, yessss! Keep going! "

" UAAAGHHHH! " Jihyo squealed.

Jihyo catches her breath as both of your body twitches, you took more strong thrusts as your cum keeps on spurting inside her.

You leaned on her chest for a while before the two of you hugged each other on the bed.

" You came so much inside me, are you in a hurry to have another child? "

Your wife teased you while she fingers her inside showing you the mess that you made.

" No it's just that it feels so good doing it with you "

" How was your art commission for that company you mentioned last night? "

" It's doing pretty good, I'll be working on the deadline this week so I'm pretty sure I'm going to be busy "

You noticed that Jihyo keeps on fingering her insides and plays with your cum.

" Do you wanna go for another round? "

" Okay honey, let's be quick "

You quickly fucked your wife from behind but got interrupted by your baby sitter's knock on the door.

" Madam, sir, the breakfast is ready "

" Let me finish first honey " you whispered to your wife.

" Yes! We're coming ! " Jihyo shouted.

" Let's stop for now, Mico is waiting for his morning milk " Jihyo exclaimed.

You're frustrated but you can't protest as your wife is just being a good mom for your child. You helped her fix herself and both of you quickly went to the dining table.

" Ohh you're such my good boy aren't you, Mico " Jihyo said as she held your son.

" Look at him sleeping so peacefully, our babysitter is the best when it comes to calming him up " you said as you stared at your babysitter.

Chaeyoung has been your babysitter for 2 months as Jihyo had to go to work after her month leave on her work. You're a work from home artist and frankly you don't even know how to take care of a baby, that's why both of you opted to hire a babysitter / maid. She's responsible for making Mico sleep and taking care of him while Jihyo is gone, cooking, and washing dishes in the morning. You're the one that cooks for dinner and for washing the dishes.

" Hey, Chaeyoung you can eat with us. I'm going straight to work after taking a bath " Jihyo said while breastfeeding Mico.

" No it's okay ma'am I can eat after you finish"

" No, no, hurry and sit so you can wash the dishes right after and you can take care of Mico " Jihyo insisted.

Chaeyoung sat down at the table and ate with you. After eating Chaeyoung quickly washed the dishes and Jihyo took her bath. You went inside your bedroom and Mico is sleeping quietly on his crib when you check him.

" Honey, here's Chaeyoung' s pay for the month. Please give it to her because I'm running late " Jihyo said.

" Take care of Mico for me okay, Chae " Jihyo said as she headed out.

" Bye honey, I'm going now " Jihyo said before the two of you kissed.

Right after you closed the door you went to your wash room and pulled Chaeyoung in.

No words were said, Chae just glared at you intently. She casually bent over the washing machine as you took off her shorts and underwear.

" Mhhhhh, Hhushhh "

Chae gently moaned and both of your breaths became heavy as you pushed your already hard cock into her.

" You're already rock hard sir " Chae said with a lustful smile.

" Yeah here's what you get for interrupting our second round. And frankly your half naked body is just too hot to see in the morning "

" Ughhhh, ughh, mhhhhh ~~ shitttt "

Chae can't help but moan as your pelvis clapped her ass at a moderate pace. You sniffed her bare shoulders, you can smell a mix of butter and garlic from her shirt probably from the fried rice that she cooked but her sweet strawberry scent engulfed your nose into ecstasy.

You reached for her perky tits to fondle them from outside her tshirt and your other arm grabbed her from the neck so you can pull her for a kiss.

" Mhhh~~~ slurps* ~~ughhh sir~~ "

" Sir~~ you really made me your cum dump"

" Yeah, I'm grateful that you're best in doing your babysitting job. But also you're the best at fulfilling my sexual desires for the past few months "

" But you can now have sex with madam Jihyo " Chaeyoung muttered with a grin.

" Why, are you sad ? This may be our last "

As you say those words, it made you think of how you ended up like this with Chaeyoung.

Approximately 2 and a half months ago...

9:30 night time.

" Arrgh, honey we can't do it. My stitches still hurt "

" I know honey, but can you at least give me a blowjob? " you insisted.

" I'm tired honey, I've been taking care of Mico all day long please let's just rest "

" I understand, let's hire a babysitter starting tomorrow so you won't be this tired everyday it's my fault that I don't even know how to take care of our infant son "

" Oww, it's alright honey come here " Jihyo said as she pulled you for a hug.

" But are you sure about that? Full time baby sitters are expensive to have these days " she added.

" It's okay honey, I'll take care of that. I have an upcoming commission for a big company and they're going to pay me handsomely "

" Okay honey, let's look for a babysitter tomorrow, thank you for understanding me " Jihyo said before you two fell asleep.

Your baby sitter arrived after 2 days and her name is Chaeyoung.

Jihyo starts to go to work and you observe Chaeyoung every time she takes care of your son intending to learn from her as you do with Jihyo. But you're finding it difficult because her petite body paired with her strawberry sweet scent makes you think of inappropriate thoughts.

She likes wearing tank tops and loose sleeveless shirts every morning and you can swiftly take a glimpse of her side boobs every time. When time allows it, you take it to stare in her exposed cleavage every time you stand up after eating.

Every time you have small talks with her, it is an opportunity to check out her incredible body. This becomes your habit every time Jihyo goes to work and before you go to your office to continue your work.

1 week after hiring Chaeyoung...

10:30 night time

You walked out of your room to go to your toilet but you were stopped by Chaeyoung wearing her usual black tank top and shorts.

" Sir, where are you going? "

" Oh it's just you Chaeyoung , please don't surprise me like that " you said as you hold on your chest.

" I'm just going to the toilet, how about you? Why are you still awake? "

" I just drank water, I observed that you're always going in the toilet this hour "

" Ahh, yeah " you said with an awkward smile.

You're embarrassed because you can't just say that you're jerking off inside the toilet every time.

" Releasing tensions every time sir? "

" Ahh, yeah hehe my stomach hurts every evening and I don't know why hehe "

You played it cool, you touched your tummy for extra acting points.

" No sir, I'm talking about that " Chaeyoung said as she points at your bulge.

You quickly turned around and made an excuse.

" Oh this is nothing, it's natural I'm heading in now "

" Maybe I can help? " Chaeyoung exclaimed.

" What do you mean ? "

" You're always checking me out sir, do you think I won't notice you glaring at my body every time? "

" Oh no, Chaeyoung that was... "

" You're a perv right? Or should I say you have a high sex drive, but madam can't have sex right now so you just jerk your dick off every night "

" So what? This has nothing to do with you Chaeyoung " you've started to get pissed.

" I'll suck your dick, will that help sir? "

" For one condition, can you please increase 1/4 of my pay? " she added.

" What? Are you serious? "

" Yes sir, I won't tell madam please just increase my pay for 1/4 of it "

" You repeated it, you need it so bad? Alright I'll help you, and you help me, sounds like a fair deal "

You led her inside the wash room, because Chaeyoung can't hide anywhere if ever Jihyo looked for you in the toilet. You leaned on the washing machine and Chaeyoung kneelt in front of you.

" I'm not an easy bottle to squeeze Chae, so you better be good at this " you teased her.

As she removed your bottom, your thick cock slapped her face. It made her face look ecstatic as she licked your base from the bottom.

" Such a thick and long cock sir, and it's not even hard"

" Suck it good, Chae "

" You can freely peek at my boobs, sir, you can even touch them if you want "

Chae said as she swallowed the tip of your length.

Chaeyoung skillfully sucked your dick until it turned harder and harder inside her mouth. Eventually she started to gag and drool flowed out of your cock.

" Fuck, you're so good at this aren't you Chaeyoung"

Her eyes glared at you as she swallowed your whole length into her throat. It shows no sign of quitting and it was so good that you can't even feel a single scrape from her teeth.

Your cock began to throb inside her mouth. One thing that she does that made it feel so good was she applies subtle but precise pressure every time she pulls her face to suck your shaft.

" Yes keep going like that, Chaeyoung "

You can resist the urge to peek at her cleavage, you removed one of her shirt straps so you can fondle her plump boobs while she suckles your dick good.

She licks your head from time to time to rest her jaw but is quickly putting it again inside her mouth. Chaeyoung looked at you with a seductive gaze.

" Yes keep looking at me like that, from now on you're my baby girl okay? "

Chae nods as she remains eye-locked at you for the rest of her work.

" Keep it like that, I'm cumming"

Chae continued the pace. You plunged your dick deep in her throat as you dump your cum in her mouth. Tears flowed from her eyes and cum drips from her lips onto the floor.

Chae headed to the sink to spit your mess and you cleaned yourself in the toilet. Chae headed back to her room and you came back to your wife straight away.

This went on for two weeks, Chaeyoung has been giving you head every night. Until one night you did it in her room and both of you can't hold back from the temptation of lust. A man and a woman inside one room, the two of you ended up fucking each other that night. You came twice that night, one on her boobs after fucking her missionary and one in her throat after she ride your dick.

From then on, the two of you looks forward to it everyday to fuck each other. Whenever you want to relax of take a break from work, you just checks on Chae if Mico is asleep, you makes her suck on you or you just fucked her in your office. Chae basically became you fuck meat, a cum dump that you can fuck whenever your wife is not around or already taking a rest. You're giving her a 25% increase in salary but she enjoys having a sexual affair with you that she never asked for another increase when you started fucking each other.

Back to current time...

" I'm cumming now, baby Chaeyoung"

" Yess sir daddy, give it to me all aargh~~~ give me you cum sir "

" Fill your fuck meat with your semen sir daddy, use my pussy as your sex toy "

" Yess babyy, take it all! "

You plunged your dick deep in her pussy as cum spurts out that made Chaeyoung scream in pleasure.

" ~~~~uyggggghhhh! "

You thrusted a few more to release every drop of your cum deep in Chaeyoung. Chae' s face became blank as she took it.

" Look daddy, I'm dripping wet with your cum " she said as cum drips out of her pussy.

" Clean up now baby, I'll head to my work now. Please take care of Mico " you said before giving her a kiss on the cheeks.

The day went on, you called Chae earlier to suck you off while you brainstormed ideas for your work. The night came and your wife Jihyo arrived from work. Mico is already sleeping. It's already 10 pm late but you wait for her every time so you can have dinner with her.

You went to bed after Jihyo took her shower.

Jihyo sighed as she lays on the bed.

" Huuuush! Finally I can rest, how is Mico today honey? "

" He's still a good boy today, Chae always does a good job " you said before laying one hand on your wife's boobs.

You kissed her and the two of you made out for a minute. But was interrupted.

" Sorry honey I'm so tired, we can just do it tomorrow after we wake up "

" But I'm already hard honey, I missed you " you said.

" You can just use Chae again, honey " she said with a smile.

You're surprised by what she said.

" What are you saying ? "

" I know you're fucking with our babysitter honey, you're going out every night and I can hear her cries and moans from her room one time I went to drink water "

" I'm sorry honey "

You can't look into your wife's eyes as she talk.

" It's alright honey I understand, you're always full of libido even before we were married, so I understand that you can't help but to have our babysitter as you fuck buddy " she said as she palmed both your cheeks.

"Plus Chaeyoung is a fine young lady, I can lend you to her as long as it's just sex and for pleasure only "

" I'm still sorry Honey, I love you so much, and thank you for understanding"

She hugged you as she whispered.

" I'll be sleeping okay? Fuck her besides me tonight "

Your wife gave you an approval and horny look as she said this. She rolled on the other side of the bed and you checked on Chaeyoung from her room, you pulled her into your room.

" What are we doing here sir? Madam might wake up "

" No she's a heavy sleeper "

You closed the door and began making out with Chae besides the door.

" Are you sure this is alright sir daddy? " Chae asked as she cupped you bulge from your boxer shorts.

" We can even fuck beside her and she won't wake up "

You sat on the bed and made Chaeyoung deep throat your shaft.

" gawlk, galwk galkw"

Chae remained her stare at you as she took your length into her throat.

" Suck it like a slut you are, baby "

Chae gave you a lustful look before you pulled her and positioned her on the bed exposing her ass in front of you.

" Aaaagghh!~~~ "

Chaeyoung screeched in pleasure as you fucked her instantly after pulling her hair.

" mmhhhh~~~ mhhhhh~~ mhhh~~ "

Chae' s moaned was muffled by her hand but you removed it.

" It's alright, baby , you can moan as much as you like "

" ~~ ughhhh, okay sir daddy, fuck me, use me infront of you wife "

Sounds of flesh banging and Chaeyoung' s pleasure cries filled up the room.

" My wife is so sexy isn't she?"

" Yes daddy, your wife has a perfect body shape, and have great boobs, she's a perfect fuck meat for you "

" ~~~UGHHH! " Chae screeched in pleasure as you slapped her ass hard.

" Don't insult my wife, you're the only one that is a fuck meat here okay?",

" I'm sorry daddy sir, your wife is so beautiful it makes me envious "

" Daddy please slap your baby's ass more, it makes me feel good as you pound hard from behind "

Chaeyoung drooled like a dog as you abided by her request.

" I'm cumming, baby "

" Yessss daddy! Fill me up with your thick cum, fill your cum dump again"

You ended up cumming inside her again, and you made her come back to her room quickly as you pounced on your wife right after you closed the door.

" You have been listening aren't you honey? Does your husband fucking another girl made you so horny? "

Jihyo nodded, this is the second time that you saw your wife's face as horny as hell. The first time is when you two first made out and had sex.

You hurriedly took of your wife's clothes and fuck her missionary so you can see her beautiful and horny face.

" Does it feel good honey? Fucking Chaeyoung beside me? "

" Yess honey, I get to look at two beautiful hourglass bodies at the same time "

" Do you want to do her better ? "

" Chae' s exceptional, but you're just the best honey, your pussy is my favorite " you said as both of you indulged in sloppy deep kiss.

" But she definitely gives off more in giving head " you teased her.

" Oh, maybe I can learn from her " she teased back.

" Do you want to have a threesome with her honey? " She added.

Just the thought of it was enough for you to reach your climax. You nodded and you fastened up your pace.

" I'm cumming honey "

" Yesss honey, cum inside me "

You hugged your wife tightly as you cum inside her. The two of you laid on the bed and fell asleep naked.

The night went through and morning came.

The day went as usual, and Jihyo was preparing to go to work.

" Don't drain it all to her okay? " she said before pinching your bulge from your shorts.

Your wife teased you before kissing goodbye and going off to work.

END

[momosknight]

Dance and Fuck - Nayeon Smut (Free)

OC X Nayeon

More such storiez unreleased on KOFI - Link

Min Joon groaned as he threw his head back in pleasure as a short-haired woman was bobbing her head up and down between his thighs, as sloppy sounds of sucking came from her mouth as it ran along his length of the cock,

“Nayeon, you haven’t allowed me one day without sucking me off, aren’t you afraid others will see you?” Nayeon looked at him with his cock still inside her mouth as her tongue flicked his head, making him groan once again, his thick, hard cock twitching once again in her mouth.

He had been fucking her for a month now, and this sexy Idol was very turned on most of the time. Whenever she sees him, she wants his cock either in her mouth or pussy.

“I am too turned on from the dance practice. Who told you to grind this thick dick on my ass while dancing?”. She looked at him taking out his cock from her mouth with a plop and rubbed it along her lips, coating it with her saliva.

“Why would you ask me to dance with you? I am just a sound guy here and don’t know a thing about dancing. You slut just wants to rub that sexy ass on my cock.” Min joon said as he grabbed her hair and thrust his cock inside her mouth with a groan.”

“Mmph, mmph.” She groaned as his thick cock choked her, but the Sexy idol managed to deepthroat him fully, which was still impressive, thinking about his size, A full 9-inch thick cock right inside her wet hole.

That was your girlfriend, right? That came to pick you up yesterday, she is really pretty and seems rich too. Did you use this thick meat to fuck and make her your girlfriend?” Nayeon said as she spit on his cock as her hands rubbed his heavy balls while giving it occasional licks.

“Hyewoon? Yeah, we started dating during high school, and her family is well off, and what was that yesterday? Were you jealous of my girlfriend?” He asked, looking at the woman kneeling in front of him with a smile. He always considered Nayeon as the cool and bold type. It was she who hit on him and seduced him one night, and ended up fucking throughout the night. He never thought there would be a woman capable enough to fully satisfying him, but Nayeon was able to do so.

Nayeon, her eyes filled with a mix of desire and jealousy, slowly peeled off her tank top, revealing her perky breasts. She cupped them in her hands, pushing them up and together, creating a deep, inviting cleavage. Her nipples were already hard, betraying her arousal. She looked up at Min Joon, her gaze intense and possessive.

"Who do you think is perfect, me or Hyewoon?" she asked, her voice husky with lust. She began to rub her breasts against his thick, hard cock, the soft flesh enveloping him in warmth and wetness. Her eyes never left his, watching for his reaction, wanting to see the pleasure on his face.

Min Joon groaned, his hips moving slightly as he pushed his cock between her breasts, the sensation of her soft skin against his hard length almost too much to bear. He reached out, grabbing her nipples and pulling on them, making her moan deeply. The sound vibrated through her body, and he felt it in his cock, sending shivers of pleasure down his spine.

"Nayeon, you're so fucking sexy," he groaned, his voice low and hoarse. "I love how you're so possessive of my cock. It's like you can't get enough of it."

Nayeon smiled, a wicked glint in her eyes. "And why should I? You're the only one who can satisfy me like this. Remember how I fucked you during that break, right behind my members? How I rode you so hard, I thought I was going to break you?"

Min Joon's cock twitched at the memory, the sensation of her tight pussy clenching around him, her body moving against his, her moans echoing in his ears. "Fuck, Nayeon. You're so fucking wild. I love it."

She continued to rub her breasts against his cock, the movement slow and sensual, her eyes locked onto his. "And I love your cock, Min Joon. I love how big it is, how hard it gets for me. I love how it feels inside me, stretching me, filling me."

She slowly stood up as her hands trailed his lips, slowly rubbing them. “How many times do you kiss daily with that girlfriend of yours?” She asked as her hands rubbed his cock. He groaned as he replied between intense pleasure as her hands rubbed his thick, sensitive head. “Whenever we see each other”

Nayeon scoffed, hearing him, and a wicked smile formed on her lips. “Then call her now and talk to her,” She said as her hands gripped tighter on his thick cock.

“No way, are you crazy. What if she hears us? There is no way I am going to do that, “ Min Joon shook his head, not wanting to play with her. Her hands that were gripping his cock started teasing the full length of his cock as she leaned towards her and whispered to him.

“Don’t you want to fuck me like before ?. If you do this, I can make one of your wishes come true, however kinky it is. “ She tried to allure him to doing it, and soon his willpower weakened as her fingertips traced his cock.

“Fine, only this time, and make sure to keep it quiet,” He said as he stood up, taking his phone and dialling Hyewoon’s number as Nayeon hugged him, her hands teasing his chest and stomach and finally gripping his thick cock, which was covered in her saliva.

The phone rang for some time, and then he heard his girlfriend pick up, and the same cheerful voice from the other side.

“Yeobo, why are you calling now? Aren’t you busy?” Hyewon’s cheerful voice came from the other side as Min Joon felt Nayeon’s breath near his neck. She was kissing his neck as her hands stroked his cock especially running her fingers along his thick cock.

He suppressed a groan as he replied, “Yeah, mmph, the members are practicing the choreo, I got bored so I wanted to call you.” Nayeon, with a smile, started going down his body, kissing his chest and then her fingers flicking his nipples with both fingers as her tongue trailed down his stomach, making him twitch.

She could feel his cock getting harder from her tongue.

“You are bored watching a beautiful Idol dance in front of you. Who do you think you are lying to ?” Minjoon heard his girlfriend laughing, but he could hear a bit of jealousy in her voice from the other side.

“You know, for me, you are the only one. You are as beautiful and sexy as they” He said it, but right then he felt her hands on his cock gripping his cock tightly as she stared at him.

Min Joon knew Nayeon was now jealous of him telling his gf that Nayeon was not as good as his gf. She looked at him and, with a smile, started bobbing her head on his cock again.

He gripped her head, trying to stop her, but her head started moving faster and faster as he struggled to keep his voice normal.

“Is that so? Okay, I will believe you. What is that sound, and why are you breathing hard, oppa?” Hyewon asked as she heard him breathing hard on the phone.

“Nothing, I was exercising while the members were taking a break.” He said as he tried to pat away Nayeon from his cock, but her hands grabbed his wrists and then took his cock even more inside her mouth, rotating on it, making his knees almost give out from pleasure.

“Don’t overdo it, Oppa. You are already very fit. If you become fitter, I wouldn’t be able to handle you at night.” Hyewoon chuckled, thinking about his cock and how she would not be able to walk anymore if he got fitter and tougher.

Nayeon smirked as he stood up and bit his earlobes, whispering, “Don’t worry if she can’t handle you, I can, I will ride you day and night until your balls are empty and drained.” His eyes widened, hearing her, and his dick in her hands hardened once more, making her look at him and smile. He could see her lick her lips, looking at him like a delicious treat.

She pushed him on the chair then stood in front of him stripping herself of the top and those perky breasts in front of him in full display. These were those same perky breasts that she teased her fans day in and day out in her skimpy outfits. Her hands slowly traced down her boobs, along her abs to her waist, and tugged down her shorts slowly, her pubic area and those shaved clean pussy lips in full view for him.

This was Nayeon. She was bold and sensual. She was kind, but at the same time slutty in front of him. She treated him with politeness when others were around and while alone, treated him like a sex toy. He accepted it all, who wouldn’t when one of the most sexy idols in Korea wants you and craves for your manhood. He always felt proud of the fact that he could fuck Nayeon whenever he wanted.

She slowly stripped herself bare while he was struggling to hold a conversation with his gf as Nayeon slowly straddled his lap, now both of them very close to his phone.

She placed her pussy lips above his cock as she ground her sexy ass on his cock, making him almost groan out loud. He somehow managed to excuse himself and hang up the phone, making her giggle as she moved on his cock,

“You are cute when you all get flustered by me. Hyewoon has no idea that her dear boyfriend is fucking around with me” her hips swaying as she moaned when his cock entered a bit inside her when she was grinding.

"You are so fucking sexy, Nayeon," he growled, his hands reaching up to grab her hips, pulling her closer. She leaned back, her hands reaching down to fondle his balls, making him groan even louder. She moaned in pleasure as she felt his thick cock head teasing her insides, spreading her wide.

Min Joon bucked his hips back and forth in rhythm, teasing her with his cock. Their moans echoed in the room, a symphony of pleasure and desire. Nayeon's hips moved in perfect sync with his, her body grinding against his, her pussy clenching around his cock.

"Fuck, Nayeon, you feel so good," he groaned, his hands gripping her hips tighter, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. She leaned forward, her breasts pressing against his chest, her lips capturing his in a passionate kiss.

Their tongues danced together, exploring each other's mouths, tasting and teasing. Nayeon's hips moved faster, her body riding his cock with skill and precision.

“Mmph fuck, do your members know you are such a slut?” He asked as he ground her pussy slowly spreading her walls with each thrust.

“No, they don't fuckkk, yes you are the perfect size for me, thick and hard, yeaah fuckk” Nayeon moaned as she felt his cock going deeper inside her.

Min Joon grabbed those sexy ass cheeks that he was always enthralled by when he saw her performing in those shorts, always teasing the fans.

“You love my ass, don't you, always grabbing or squeezing those cheeks.” Nayeon smiled at him with those bunny teeth, making her even more beautiful.

Finally, he sheathed her “Fuckkkk, you are hitting me deep, fuck.” Her whole body shuddered when she felt him hitting her womb. She slowly started moving her hips, bouncing up and down as her hair flailed with each bounce.

He could feel her barely holding on from pain and pleasure coursing through her. Nayeon still remembers seeing this monster in full glory; she couldn't believe it.

The first time she was pounded by it, she could not even walk properly for two days and had to make up excuses in front of the members, telling them that her legs were sprained.

“Fuck yeah like that, you slut, take the full length inside you.” Finally, Minjoon could not hold it anymore as he thrusted his hip, smacking that ass with each thrust,

Thwack thwack sounds echoed as Nayeon screamed each time his cock hit her deep inside.

“How does Hyewon handle your cock, I want to be better than her, mmph, fuck right there.”

Her whole body shuddered in pleasure when his cock hit her right in her G-spot, making her toes curl and hold him tighter as her whole body shook cumming on his cock in full force,

“ fuck I am cumming, mmmph, fuck I am cumming on your cock” She screamed as she almost fell back if not for his hands supporting her back,

He looked at her beautiful face, now sweaty from the heat between them, and also her thighs trembling from ecstasy.

His cock was hard and deep inside her, and her pussy was hot and tight, gripping him like a vice.

His hands cupped those perky breasts as he slowly started moving again, this time faster and in a rhythm she was not able to take a break as she felt his cock breaking through with each thrust.

He made her stand up and held her one leg, spreading her pussy while thrusting inside her, making her moan and hold him tightly.

“You slut, why were you looking at me while twerking yesterday, even licking your lips?” He thrust in with force, making her moan louder, his hands slapping those ass cheeks, making them jiggle on contact.

“Aah, fuck, mmph, I mmph wanted to fuck you then and there, all those stares on my body made me wet and horny.” Nayeon was squirming under his arms, not able to contain her pleasure from his cock.

“You are getting bolder and bolder, you even dare to give me handjobs under the table”. He fully took out his cock and only his head placed inside her pussy, making her moan in desperation.

She tried to come down on his cock, but his hands held her still in place. Finally, he thrust in with full force, sheathing her in one go.

“ Fucckk, don't tease me, you bastard. Aah, I love your cock inside me, fuckk I am cumming again, fuckkk” she screamed, her knees buckled and dropped on the floor, unable to stand the waves and waves of pleasure washing over her.

Her third orgasm hit her as she sat on the floor, flushed and panting. He was still going on with cock still hard, coated with her juices, making her gulp hard.

Suddenly, noises were coming from outside as some was laughing and approaching the door. Nayeon looked at him in panic and rushed to put on her top over her perky breasts, but she had no time to put on her shorts as the door opened and Momo and Jihyo entered, talking and laughing.

They both looked at Nayeon, who was standing behind the desk, looking at them.

“Unnie, why are you here? Why are you so sweaty and breathing hard?” Jihyo asked as she looked at her older member, looking all flushed and hot.

“ I was practicing a bit, trying to make some new choreos,” She said as she stood before Minjoon, who was hiding under the desk with her ass just before his face.

A sly smirk formed on his face as his fingers trailed up her legs towards her inner thigh, making her jerk and bite her lips.

“ Unnie, what happened? "Momo asked her, seeing Nayeon suddenly jerk.

“ Nothing just sprained a bit doing some moves.” Her hands went below to pat away his hands that were dangerously close to her leaking pussy.

Nayeon sneakily looked down and shook his head, but Minjoon, with a sly smile, spread those ass cheeks and buried his head between them. His tongue tracing along her pussy walls, and that ass making her shudder on his face and cling to the table tightly. Trying her level best not to make any sounds so the members would not find out about them.

Min Joon's tongue circled her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Nayeon's knees buckled slightly, and she had to lean against the desk for support. She tried to push him away again, but his hands gripped her thighs, holding her in place as his tongue continued its delicious assault.

Momo and Jihyo exchanged a glance, their conversation momentarily paused as they watched Nayeon with curiosity. "Unnie, are you sure you're alright? You seem a bit... distracted," Momo asked, her eyes narrowing slightly.

Nayeon nodded, her breath coming in short gasps as she struggled to maintain her facade. "Yes, yes, I'm fine. Just... just a bit tired from the practice. I think I need to sit down for a moment."

Min Joon's tongue delved deeper, his movements becoming more insistent as he tasted her. Nayeon's body shook with each lick, her moans caught in her throat as she bit down hard on her lip to keep from crying out. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing with each wave of pleasure.

"Unnie, maybe you should take a break and rest a bit," Jihyo suggested, her voice laced with concern. Nayeon nodded, her eyes glazed with lust and the effort of holding back her cries. "Yes, yes, you're right. I think I will."

Min Joon's fingers joined his tongue, slipping inside her, curling and teasing her G-spot. Nayeon's body trembled violently, her hands gripping the desk so tightly her knuckles turned white. She tried to push him away one last time, but her body betrayed her, arching into his touch as her orgasm crashed over her.

She bit down hard on her lip, her body shuddering as she rode out the waves of pleasure, her moans muffled and suppressed. Momo and Jihyo watched her with growing concern, but Nayeon managed to maintain her composure, her body slowly relaxing as the intensity of her orgasm subsided.

Min Joon's tongue and fingers finally relented, and he pulled away, a satisfied smirk on his face as he emerged from under the desk. Nayeon stood there, her body still trembling, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She managed a weak smile at Momo and Jihyo, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I'm okay, just a bit tired. I think I'll rest for a while. You two can go ahead without me."

Momo and Jihyo exchanged another glance, their concern evident, but they nodded and left the room, leaving Nayeon alone with Min Joon. As the door closed behind them, Nayeon sagged against the desk, her body still trembling from the intensity of her orgasm. She looked down at Min Joon. Min Joon stood up, his eyes never leaving hers as he pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss. Nayeon melted into his embrace, her body still tingling with the aftershocks of her pleasure.

Min Joon grabbed Nayeon by the waist, his strong hands lifting her effortlessly and placing her ass on the edge of the desk. Her legs wrapped around him instinctively, pulling him closer. He thrust into her with a single, powerful movement, his cock filling her completely. Nayeon gasped, her head falling back as a wave of pleasure crashed over her.

"Fuck, Nayeon, you're so tight and wet," Min Joon growled, his voice low and husky. "You don't need to work out, baby. Fucking me is all the exercise you need."

Nayeon moaned, her hips meeting his thrusts with equal ferocity. "Yes, Oppa, fuck me harder. Make me come again," she panted, her voice breathless and desperate.

Min Joon obliged, his hips moving faster, his cock pounding into her with relentless intensity. Nayeon's body shook with each thrust, her breasts bouncing with the force of their coupling. Min Joon's hands roamed over her body, squeezing and kneading her soft flesh, his fingers digging into her hips as he held her in place.

"Your body is fucking perfect, Nayeon," he groaned, his eyes roaming over her curves. "These tits, this ass, this pussy... you're my fucking dream."

Nayeon moaned, her body arching into his touch. "I'm yours, Oppa. Only yours. Fuck me like you own me."

Min Joon's hands found her breasts, his fingers pinching and pulling at her hard nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. He leaned down, capturing one nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting gently, making her cry out.

"Oh, God, Oppa, yes! Just like that!" Nayeon screamed, her body tensing as another orgasm washed over her. Her inner muscles clenched around his cock, milking him, urging him deeper.

Min Joon's hips moved faster, his cock slamming into her with brutal force. The desk shook beneath them, the sound of their bodies slapping together filling the room. Nayeon's hands gripped the edge of the desk, her knuckles white as she held on for dear life, her body convulsing with pleasure.

"Fuck, Nayeon, you're so fucking sexy when you come," Min Joon groaned, his voice strained with effort. "I could watch you come all day."

Nayeon's body shook with the force of her orgasm, her screams echoing in the room as Min Joon continued to pound into her, his cock swelling inside her. He reached down, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing and teasing it, sending her spiraling into another orgasm.

"Oppa, I can't take it anymore," Nayeon panted, her body limp and spent. "You're going to kill me with pleasure."

Min Joon smiled, a wicked glint in his eyes. "That's the plan, baby. I want you to come so hard, you pass out."

Nayeon moaned, her body trembling as another wave of pleasure crashed over her. Min Joon's cock throbbed inside her, his own orgasm building, his body tensing with the effort of holding back. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth, tasting her.

Nayeon's body shook violently, her screams muffled by his kiss as she came again, her inner muscles clenching around his cock, milking him, urging him to join her.

Nayeon fell on her back, fully spent, and panted heavily, her hot, heavy breath echoing around the room

“Why can I never make you cum before me, you fucking beast. I still don’t get how Hyewoon handles you. A trained idol like me cannot satisfy you, then what can that poor girl do?”

Minjoon chuckled, hearing the sexy beauty in front of her praise him for his skills. One of the most desired women in Korea is pleasured until she can’t move that too by his cock made him smug about himself.

“I don’t go all out with her like you. With you, I can fuck you however I want. “ Hearing this, she smiled and licked her lips again, making his already hard cock stiff once more. This bitch really knew how to make men crazy over her with that face of hers.

He pulled her by her thighs once again, entering her pussy, and her body arched up on the desk, making a gorgeous view in the practice mirror for him. Her long hair spread down the table. He saw how her eyes were closed, enjoying the feeling of his cock inside her. He slammed his hips into her ass, the wet, sloppy sounds of his cock rubbing against her pussy walls echoing around the room.

Her body had become sweaty and slippery with sweat dripping down her sexy body to the desk. His hands trailed her abs as he fucked her in the same rhythm. Her body rose as his hands teased her body.

His pace increased once again as he fucked her, and the squeaks of the desk moving along with her body echoed around the practice room.

“Yeah, yeah, fuck, fuck, I am cumming again, fuck I can’t take in anymore fuck yeahhh” Nayeon’s whole body arched up on the table as he removed his cock from her pussy, and as soon as his cock was taken out, she sprayed all over the floor her juices jetting out from her.

“Fuck I have only squirted from your cock.” Her body was trembling from wave after wave of her orgasm. She spread her whole body on the desk, breathing heavily and exhausted from all the times she had climaxed on the cock.

He placed his cock on her pussy lips, rubbing it as he could feel his climax approaching, too, as she could only moan, feeling his rod on her pussy. And finally, with a groan, he came loads and loads of white thick cum on her stomach, jutting out and spraying all over her boobs, drenching her in his cum.

Nayeon lay sprawled across the desk, her body slick with sweat and trembling with the aftershocks of her multiple orgasms. She looked up at Min Joon, her eyes glazed with pleasure and exhaustion. "Oppa, I don't have any strength left in me," she murmured, her voice hoarse and breathless. "You've completely drained me."

Min Joon smiled, a satisfied and smug expression on his face as he leaned down to kiss her gently. "That's because you're incredible, Nayeon. You take everything I give you and ask for more."

Nayeon closed her eyes, savoring the feel of his lips on hers, his hands still roaming over her body possessively. Slowly, she began to gather her strength, her body responding to his touch, her energy returning with each caress. She opened her eyes, a determined glint in them as she looked up at him.

"Oppa, I need you to know something," she said, her voice steady and serious. "I'm possessive of you. I want you all to myself. Hyewon... she's just a distraction. You and I, we're meant to be together."

Min Joon's expression darkened slightly, but he didn't pull away. "Nayeon, you know I care about you deeply, but Hyewon... she's my girlfriend. I can't just leave her."

Nayeon sat up, her body still shaking slightly as she reached for her clothes. "I understand, Oppa. But I also know that what we have is special. She can never give you what I can. You'll see that soon enough."

Min Joon helped her off the desk, his hands lingering on her waist. "Nayeon, you're amazing, but I can't just ignore Hyewon. She's waiting for me downstairs to pick me up."

Nayeon's eyes widened in surprise. "She's here? Now?" She quickly began to clean herself, using tissues to wipe away the evidence of their passionate encounter. "Oppa, do you think you'll have the energy to fuck her tonight?" she asked, a mischievous glint in her eye as she dressed hurriedly.

Min Joon chuckled, his confidence unshaken. "Nayeon, You know, I always have plenty of energy.”

Nayeon smiled, a mix of satisfaction and determination on her face as she finished dressing. "Good. Because I plan on fucking you for a long time. Hyewon will just have to understand that your cock is mine too."

She leaned in, kissing him deeply, her tongue exploring his mouth one last time before pulling away. "Go to her, Oppa.”

Min Joon watched her go, a complex mix of emotions swirling within him. He would enjoy the thrill of the chase, the passion that Nayeon ignited within him. He straightened his clothes, taking a deep breath before heading downstairs to Hyewon, his mind already racing with thoughts of the night ahead and the woman who was her girlfriend.

[momosknight]

Please do lip chapter for Jihyo as stepmom. The reader catches her cheating and she uses her tits and her mouth to shut him up.

Lips #7

(Jihyo X Male Reader) Wordcount: 1361 words

"Then explain this to me please."

You drop your phone on the counter. It's a picture of your stepmom, kissing a man who isn't your dad.

"That isn't me."

Jihyo doesn't even look properly as she continues to cook.

"Oh, really? And this one?"

You swipe right and there she is again with the man's hand under her dress. Her face is clearly visible.

She rolls her eyes and finally looks at you.

"What exactly do you think you're doing? I'm a grown woman. I can do whatever I want."

"You're also married to my dad, so this isn't right."

"Oh please."

Jihyo doesn't seem to take you seriously. You grab your phone again and dial his number.

"I'm gonna call him then."

Before you can, Jihyo grabs your hand.

"Don't."

"Oh, so it was you in the picture."

"You know what?"

Jihyo steps closer to you.

"Maybe I should tell him how you look at my chest every chance you get."

"W-What? I don't do that."

She raises an eyebrow.

"This isn't about me anyway. This is about you."

"You can't expect me to believe that. I bet you took these pictures to get off and now you feel bad. Am I right?"

"No, that's wrong!"

Jihyo chuckles, clearly thinking that she caught you.

"I bet your phone is full of pictures with me."

"No it isn't."

"Show me then."

Jihyo attempts to grab your phone but you take a step back.

"I knew it."

She leans on the counter, looking at you for a moment. Then she sighs.

"You know what? Let's make a deal."

You hesitate.

"You don't tell your dad and I won't tell him you have all these pictures of me."

"I don't have any pictures. Just the ones I took yesterday."

"Oh, stop lying."

Jihyo glares at you, but then she seems to rethink her proposal.

"Okay, different deal. You don't tell your dad and I don't tell him about the pictures."

You open your mouth, but she shuts you up by glaring at you again.

"And....I'll throw in a blowjob."

"W-What?"

Jihyo grins at your reaction.

"You like the idea?"

"N-No, I-"

"Don't pretend like you don't."

She steps forward and places her hand on your crotch. You look at her with wide eyes. But her cleavage catches your gaze before you can stop it. Jihyo is smaller than you and you can freely stare at her tits when she stands so close. She catches you looking and her smile widens.

"I'll let you touch them."

Your eyes are locked with hers and for a while no one says a word.

"O-Okay."

You finally give in.

"Good."

Jihyo sighs, maybe even relieved she could convince you.

"But you better sit down for this."

She nods toward the closest chair.

You slowly sit down and watch how Jihyo gets on her knees in front of you. Your breath hitched when you feel her hands undo your pants. Then she pulls them down together with your boxers.

"Not bad."

She smiles up at you after seeing your cock. You wonder if she's pretending or not. But it doesn't matter as soon as she wraps a hand around the base.

Jihyo gets right into it without much foreplay. Instead of carefully licking your length or focusing on your tip, she immediately takes half of your cock in her mouth. The sudden warmth has your breath shaking. Your head drops back as your stepmom's bobs up and down in your lap. Her pace is quick right from the get go. You feel how her saliva starts to coat your cock, some if it running down parts of your length she isn't reaching with her lips. Instead, her hand is spreading it over your skin. Jihyo continues to suck you off without a break. Her tongue seems to expertly lick the underside of your shaft as if it has a life of its own. Her lips continue to glide up and down. Eventually, she draws back and both of you stare at your saliva covered cock.

"That's what you wanted, right? To have your stepmom make your dick wet?"

You hesitantly nod, but since she's kneeling, you once again have an amazing view of her tits. Before you can even say anything, Jihyo lets go of your cock and lets it fall against your stomach. You watch how she grabs her skimpy top and pulls it off above her head. You help her out in the end and throw it away. A knowing smile plays around her lips when she gets rid of her bra as well.

You bite your lip as you see her tits for the first time. They look amazing. Just perfect.

"You want those puppies on your cock, don't you?"

Your stepmom's lewd words make you sigh, but you nod. She leans forward and slowly wraps her tits around your dick. You groan as you feel how soft they are.

"Does it feel that good?"

She teases you as she uses her hands to make sure your cock doesn't escape her cleavage. You have to take deep breaths as Jihyo begins to move her entire upper body up and down. Her tits glide along your length and you have to admit you never felt this good. They just feel amazing on your cock. So warm and so soft. Just perfect.

Jihyo continues to move her tits while looking up at you, visibly amused by your reaction. Eventually she loses her grip and your cock escapes her cleavage.

"Oh, no. We can't have that. We want to make you cum after all, don't we?"

She grins up at you and guides your cock between her tits once more. Then she looks down and lets a trail of spit fall from her lips and onto your tip. Jihyo begins to move her tits again and soon the saliva is spread evenly across your length once more. This time your cock is angled a little higher, so now your tip spears through her cleavage whenever she moves down.

"Oh god."

You sigh whenever it brushes against her lips. Then Jihyo opens her mouth and your head starts to spin. Whenever she moves upwards, your entire cock gets swallowed by her tits. Then, as she moves down, you can feel the skin glide along your length, until she reaches your base. Your tip peaks out of the gap between her tits everytime and Jihyo quickly wraps her lips around it. She's going so slow she can even let her tongue swirl around it once before it leaves her mouth again.

Both of you know that you won't be able to hold back for long like this.

"Do it."

She taunts you with a teasing smile.

"Be a bad boy and paint your stepmom's tits with your load."

You try your best to hold on, but Jihyo doesn't make it easy.

"I know you want to. Just cum all over them and take as many pictures as you want."

"Jihyo..."

You groan her name as you climax. Jihyo is just moving downwards. The first hit of your cum gets completely swallowed up by her tits. Then your tip appears and most of your cum lands on both her tits. A big shot hits her chin. And then the rest just dribbles onto her cleavage.

"Now that's picture worthy, isn't it?"

You're unable to move, but when Jihyo nods toward your phone, still holding her tits in place, wrapped around your cock, you realize she's serious. You quickly reach for it and aim the camera at her. The first couple of pictures just focus on her tits with your cock in between them. Then you make sure you capture her face as well and Jihyo actually winks at the camera.

Once you're done, she lets go of your cock.

"Now delete the pictures you took yesterday. We had a deal."

Her face is serious again and you do as agreed.

"Your dad won't be home until tomorrow."

Your heartbeat quickens as you look down at her.

"What do you say to a little stepmom and stepson bonding time in the bedroom?"

[momosknight]

Regarding the Lips request…..I don’t have a concrete idea but something where Dahyun gets facefucked in a bathtub?

Lips #1

(Dahyun X Male Reader) Wordcount: 1304 words

"I-I'm so sorry."

Dahyun doesn't answer.

As her manager, you should've knocked before going into the bathroom to take a shower. Even if the door was unlocked. But you didn't think about Dahyun being awake this early. Now you're standing in the room, naked. While she herself is lying in the bathtub. You can only see her face. And you notice how Dahyun's eyes are glued to your crotch. Your morning wood seems to leave her stunned.

"Dahyun?"

You're not sure if you should feel flattered? Or is she just shocked?

She doesn't answer for a couple more seconds. Then finally she speaks without moving her eyes.

"Come here."

You hesitate, but then decide it might be best to do what she says. Four steps and you stand right in front of the bathtub. You want to look away, but you can't help yourself. Dahyun's naked body seems flawless underneath the water's surface. Her skin as white as porcelain, her breasts just the perfect size and shape. You're so distracted that you jump when you feel her wet hand wrap itself around your cock.

"D-Dahyun?"

She finally looks at you properly. For the first time you walked in on her. For the first time since she saw your cock.

"I want it."

You swallow hard. You know that once she wants something, she needs to have it. As her manager, you learned that very early on in your time working for her.

And it's not like you're getting nothing out of it either. So who would complain? Dahyun's hand already feels amazing as she gives you one lazy stroke. From tip to base and then back. You feel her slightly pulling you closer. Stepping forward, your cock is now right in front of her face.

"Damn."

She lets out a chuckle as she gives you another stroke.

"Not bad, Mr. Manager."

Her teasing tone and the compliment combined has you twitch in her hand.

"Mind if I give it a taste?"

Her grin and her sparkling eyes seem mischievous. It sounds like she's giving you a choice, but you know she isn't. You quickly nod, your breath already shaking.

Dahyun moves her head forward, over the side of the bathtub, and wraps her lips around your tip. The sudden warmth makes you release a sigh as her hand moves down to your base. You feel her tongue swirl around your tip once, then Dahyun takes more of you into her mouth. She stretches her neck out and her lips glide along your length. She reaches barely a quarter of the way, then she stops. Her brows furrow and Dahyun slowly backs up again, until your cock leaves her mouth. Your breath hitches.

"This isn't gonna work. Not like this."

She looks up at you, almost annoyed.

"You know what? Why don't you just fuck my face? It'll be easier for the both of us."

Dahyun phrases her order like it's a question.

"S-Sure."

You're excited and nervous at the same time. You didn't expect this when you woke up earlier, but here you are. With the idol you're supposed to take care of telling you to fuck her face.

You reach out carefully and place one hand on the back of Dahyun's head. She bites her lip in anticipation as her eyes focus back on your cock. You push your hips forward as you slightly lean over the side of the bathtub. Your hold on her head helps you to keep your balance. A satisfied hum leaves Dahyun's lips as your tip pushes past them. You feel her warmth around your cock once more. You push deeper, until you're halfway inside her mouth. Your tip is now brushing against the entrance to her throat. Dahyun never said anything about using her throat, so you decide to stop there.

You let out a shaky breath, enjoying the feeling of her mouth warming your cock. Her tongue is just resting on the underside of your length. Slowly, you begin to pull out. Your dick drags along the walls of her mouth, until only the tip rests between her lips. Dahyun's dark eyes look up at you as if she's telling you to fuck her face properly.

You take a deep breath and tighten your grip on the back of her head. If that's what she wants, so be it. You thrust forward, filling her entire mouth with one stroke. Before Dahyun can even moan, you pull out again and impale her mouth on your cock for a second time. You don't even think about going slow at first. This might be your only chance to do something like this with Dahyun. And now that you've gotten a taste, you plan on using this opportunity to the fullest.

One stroke after another has Dahyun moan and groan around your length. Whenever your tip not just brushes, but bruises the back if her mouth, Dahyun can't help but gag a little. The sound only makes you want to increase your pace. You hear it over and over again as you fuck her face. At some point Dahyun's spit begins to leak out of her mouth and fall into the water she's lying in.

You have to close your eyes, unable to look down at Dahyun. You'd cum immediately if you did. She just looks so hot with your cock in her mouth. You can't see how she looks up at you, silently laughing at the way you look. It's clear how hard you try to hold on.

"Fuck Dahyun."

A load groan leaves your mouth while hers is stuffed with your cock. You feel yourself getting closer towards your release, but you can't stop. You can't even slow down. You just continue to fuck her face. One thrust after another. You use her mouth like a fleshlight. Your fingers dig into her skull as Dahyun lets her tongue move a little. It moves like a snake underneath your cock. As if its trying to coax you into cumming. And it's working. She's driving you closer and closer toward the edge.

"So close."

It's all you manage to say. The sound of Dahyun chocking becomes louder as your power increases and your pace quickens. As you finally look down, you see a tear run down her cheek. But her eyes seem to challenge you. As if she's daring you to cum right now. Right into her mouth.

You do your best to hold on, not sure if that's actually what she wants. But you can't pull out either to let her speak. Her mouth just feels so good. Her tongue just seems to hit the right spots everytime it moves.

Dahyun makes the decision for you by lifting her arm out of the water. She drenches the carpet you're standing on and places her hand on your ass. She pulls you in and with your next stroke you are so deep that you push past the barrier at the back of her mouth. Your tip and a good amount of your cock invade her throat. It feels better that you thought it would. It overwhelms you. The unexpected pleasure has you groan and finally brings you your release.

You shoot your load down Dahyun's throat. It makes her cough while looking up at you. If your vision wasn't blurry, you'd bet she's smiling around your cock. You feel her throat milking you dry, until your legs threaten to give out underneath you.

Eventually, you manage to pull out of Dahyun's mouth. Her hand leaves her ass to give your sensitive cock a few lazy strokes. You twitch whenever she touches your tip.

"I think I'm gonna take a long bath every day now."

Dahyun smiles up at you and you glance down at her naked body one last time.

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Hi everyone!

I hope you liked this first chapter of the series. The next one will be out tomorrow.

Stay healthy!

[momosknight]

Hot Sauce

tags: facefucking, blowjob, deepthroat, rough sex, throatfuck, public humiliation, dominant male, submissive female, spicy play, crying, gagging, degradation, forced exhibitionism, cum in mouth, power play, rough blowjob, tears, rough handling, no aftercare, messy

The hallway reeked of weed, leather, and sweat baked into old concrete.

Ahyeon shifted the warm pizza box against her hip, the glass bottle of hot sauce clinking faintly in the paper bag beneath. She double-checked the door number—805—and knocked.

Before her knuckles met wood a second time, the door swung open.

Tall. Shirtless. Chains glinting. Ink from his jaw to the waistband of sagging jeans. His eyes locked on hers with the slow curiosity of a wolf sizing up a smaller animal. Behind him, two more lounged in sunken armchairs, smoke curling between them.

“You got the wrong place,” the tall one said.

She held up the box. “Four cheese. Extra jalapeños. And…” She fished out the hot sauce. “You asked for this, right? Korean fire blend?”

He took the box, then the bottle, turning it over like it might explode.

“508, not 805,” he said flatly. “You new?”

Ahyeon nodded, flushed. “First week. I’m still getting used to the layout.”

He stepped back. “Come in.”

“I should—”

“Come in.”

The door clicked shut behind her.

Inside, the room pulsed with bass and the sweet, dizzying scent of weed and sweat. A humid heat pressed against her skin. She stood there, small and stiff, the empty bag still dangling from her hand.

The two seated men watched her openly, their gazes slow, undressing. The tall one set the pizza down on the coffee table, but not the hot sauce. He held it like it meant something.

“You know why this matters?” he asked, eyes never leaving hers.

Ahyeon shook her head.

He twisted off the cap. The air filled with a sharp, tangy heat—chili, garlic, vinegar. He tipped the bottle slightly and let a crimson stream snake across the cheese.

“Because some things are only good when they burn a little.”

She swallowed. Her mouth was dry.

“Take your coat off,” he said.

She didn’t move.

He started circling her. Slow. Deliberate. The sound of the trap beat dipped, slowed like a heartbeat. His breath hit the back of her neck, warm and spiced.

“You mess up a delivery,” he murmured, “you mess with my night.”

“I—I didn’t mean to—”

He touched her shoulder with just his fingertips. She flinched.

“I’m not mad,” he said. “Yet.”

“I really need to go,” she whispered, glancing at the door. “I have more runs.”

He came around to face her again. Lifted the bottle between them. The label read Hot Blood Fire in sharp red Hangul.

“You stay ten minutes, you leave with triple the tip. That fair?”

She hesitated. Then nodded.

The two on the chairs said nothing. Didn’t need to. Their silence was a fourth presence in the room. Heavy. Humming.

The man smiled—not soft, not cruel. Just sure. He held out the bottle like an offering.

“Pour it.”

Ahyeon reached for it slowly. Her fingers brushed his. The bottle was warm.

The silence thickened, broken only by bass vibrating up through the carpet and into her ankles.

Ahyeon stood frozen, breath shallow, heart rattling like a bird beating against its cage.

Behind her, the boss moved slow—predator-sure. His palm landed on her shoulder. Heavy. Warm. Patient.

“You’re shaking.”

“I should go,” she said, voice cracking under tension.

His hand slid lower. Not rough. Not rushed. He traced the line of her collarbone through the fabric, then dipped—knuckles brushing the zipper of her company jacket, nudging it down an inch. Then another.

She flinched. “Please, I need to—”

“Hush.”

His breath coasted over her ear, rich with smoke and something hotter—chili and heat and want.

Then he let go.

He dropped onto the couch with a slow exhale, legs spread wide, gold chain resting against his sternum like a crown. Watching. Waiting.

“Kneel.”

She didn’t move.

“I’m not gonna touch you unless you stay,” he said. “But I’ll sit here and let you decide how this night ends.”

Ahyeon swallowed. Her jacket hung open halfway now, the cool air kissing the top swell of her breasts through the thin tank beneath.

“I just deliver food,” she whispered. “That’s all I do.”

“Tonight, you delivered more than pizza.” His gaze roamed slow and hungry. “That breath. That mouth. That skin under company cotton. You walked in with all of it.”

“I didn’t mean—”

“But you did.”

His voice was quiet, but it owned the room. It curled around her like a rope.

“I’m new,” she said, softer. “I don’t know the rules.”

“I’ll teach you,” he said, voice like molasses. “But only if you’re on your knees, looking up.”

Ahyeon’s legs trembled. She looked at the door—then back to him. Still. Still watching. Still patient.

“Clock’s ticking,” he said, head tilting. “Seven minutes left.”

She dropped to her knees.

The carpet scratched her skin through the tights. Her jacket slipped wider open.

He didn’t move.

“Open it.”

She hesitated. Then tugged the zipper down the rest of the way.

His eyes flickered. Not with surprise. With approval.

“Tank too.”

Ahyeon’s fingers trembled as she peeled the tank up and over her head. Her breasts spilled free—soft, flushed, peaked from the chill. Her nipples tightened under the open air and his stare.

He still hadn’t touched her.

“You feel that?” he asked, voice a shade lower. “The way they ache without even being touched?”

She nodded, barely.

“That’s not fear, baby.” He leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “That’s want.”

The music thrummed. Her nipples throbbed with every bass beat, every second of tension.

He brought the hot sauce bottle back into his hand. Uncapped it. Held it up like a toast.

“Spicy, yeah?”

She nodded again.

“Let’s see how much heat you can handle.”

The carpet was rough under her knees, pressing patterns into her skin as she settled between his thighs.

Ahyeon’s jacket lay somewhere behind her. Her tank top was bunched at her waist. The room still throbbed with trap bass and testosterone.

The boss leaned back, pants open, cock thick and rising in his hand. He held the hot sauce bottle in the other.

“You like spicy, right?” he said, breath shallow. “So do I.”

She blinked. “Wait—what are you—”

He unscrewed the cap and poured.

The sauce dripped in slow lines down the shaft, seeping into every crease, glistening red and slick. He hissed, jaw clenching.

“Fuck.” His eyes rolled slightly. “Burns already.”

“Are you serious?” Ahyeon backed slightly. Her mouth felt dry. “That’ll hurt.”

He grabbed a fistful of her hair and guided her forward. Not harsh. But firm.

“Then blow carefully,” he said through gritted teeth. “Make me forget the pain.”

She hesitated. The scent hit her first—chili, vinegar, garlic, sweat. Her eyes watered before her mouth even touched him.

Still, she leaned in.

One lick. Just a test. Her tongue met the heat—literal, searing—and he jolted.

“Shit!” he gasped. “Again.”

She licked again. Slower this time, dragging her tongue under the shaft where sauce pooled. His hips twitched. His grip in her hair tightened.

“You little fuckin’—ngh!”

It hurt him. She could see it. But he wanted it. Needed it.

She wrapped her lips around the head, careful not to inhale too fast. Her tongue swirled over the heat, spreading it.

He screamed—half agony, half ecstasy. His thighs tensed under her hands.

“Holy fuck. That’s it. That’s fucking it.”

She pulled back, coughing. Her lips tingled. Her own mouth was on fire now.

“I can’t—” she started.

But he yanked her back.

“You can.”

Then he began to move. Slow thrusts at first. Her jaw ached instantly, the burn coating every inch of him.

He fucked her face like he’d lost control. The heat, the pain, her wet lips—it pushed him past something.

He roared, a broken, guttural sound as he thrust harder. She gagged, her nose pressed to his skin, the burn catching in her throat.

Spit and sauce mixed. Her eyes streamed. Still, she didn’t stop.

She couldn’t stop.

“Take it,” he panted. “It’s yours now. That mouth is mine.”

The other two watched silently, smoke curling in the air. She was past shame. Past hesitation.

Her world was heat. Wet. Surrender.

When he finally came, it was violent—his whole body clenched. He poured into her mouth, and she swallowed without thought. Her tongue was numb. Her lips tingled like they'd kissed a live wire.

Then he pulled out, breathing like a man who’d just survived drowning.

“Fuck,” he muttered, staring down at her. “That was… new.”

Ahyeon barely had time to breathe before he pushed her onto her back. Her legs parted on instinct.

But he didn’t fuck her again. Not now.

Instead, he stood, zipped up, and gestured lazily. “Get dressed.”

She blinked, dazed. “What?”

“You gotta go. We got business.”

“But the pizza—”

“Gone. And your tip? Consider it spent.”

The room tilted. She scrambled up, tank twisted, no bra, no dignity. Her thighs stuck together. Her chin dripped. Her lips burned.

One of the seated men tossed her jacket. She caught it with fumbling hands.

“Door’s there, sweetheart,” the boss said, already lighting a cigarette. “Tell your manager whatever story keeps you employed.”

She opened the door with shaking fingers. The hallway air hit her like ice.

Bare thighs. Jacket zipped to her throat. No underwear. No pizza. No tip.

She walked fast, head down, heat blooming in her face as she passed another guest.

What do I even say? she thought. Wrong room? Mugged? Threw up and left?

Her lips still tingled. Her jaw still throbbed.

And her manager would ask why she came back empty-handed and red-eyed.

She didn’t have the answer. Not yet.

But whatever excuse she made— it wouldn’t be the truth.

[momosknight]

The Forbidden Affair

Momo X Male Reader

Tags : Boobjob, Teasing, Sister in Law Momo, Kinky, Sweaty Sex, Forbidden Affair, Creampies, Hypersex Momo, Facial, Blowjobs, Deepthroat, Cheating, Impregnation Words : 4.005 Words

The house was quiet, save for the faint hum of the air conditioner and the occasional creak of the floorboards. You were in your room, trying to focus on a book, but your mind kept wandering. It had been weeks since you overheard that argument between Hangil and Momo. Your older brother’s voice had been cold, dismissive, while Momo’s had been pleading, almost desperate. “You don’t even touch me anymore,” she had said, her voice breaking. “I’m your wife, Hangil. Don’t I deserve more than this?” He had brushed her off, as usual, muttering something about work and deadlines before leaving the room.

You hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, but the tension between them was impossible to ignore. And now, as you sat there, you couldn’t shake the image of Momo’s face—her eyes glistening with unshed tears, her lips trembling with unspoken words. She was beautiful, radiant even in her sadness, and it made your chest ache in a way you didn’t fully understand.

The sound of a door closing snapped you out of your thoughts. Hangil was leaving for work, his footsteps heavy and hurried as he made his way down the stairs. You waited until you heard the front door slam shut before letting out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding. The house was silent again, but only for a moment.

Then, you heard it—a soft, muffled moan coming from Hangil’s room. Your heart skipped a beat. It was faint, almost imperceptible, but unmistakable. Curiosity got the better of you, and before you could stop yourself, you were creeping down the hallway, your bare feet silent against the wooden floor. The door to Hangil’s room was slightly ajar, and through the crack, you saw her.

Momo.

She was lying on the bed, her body stretched out in a way that made your breath catch in your throat. Her shirt was pulled up, revealing the soft curve of her stomach and the swell of her breasts, barely contained by a lacy black bra. Her skirt was hiked up around her waist, and between her legs, she held a large, glossy dildo, its tip pressed against her slick entrance. Her head was thrown back, her lips parted as she let out another low moan, this one louder, more desperate.

“Hangil…” she whispered, her voice trembling with need. “Please…”

You couldn’t look away. Her hips moved in slow, deliberate circles as she pushed the dildo deeper inside herself, her breath hitching with every thrust. Her free hand roamed over her body, squeezing her breast through the thin fabric of her bra before sliding down to her clit, her fingers moving in quick, frantic circles. Her moans grew louder, more urgent, and you could feel your own body responding to the sight of her, your cock hardening painfully in your pants.

And then, just as she was about to reach her peak, your foot caught on the edge of the rug, sending a small decorative vase tumbling to the floor with a loud crash. Momo froze, her eyes snapping open as she turned toward the door. For a moment, you both just stared at each other, the air thick with tension. Then, her face flushed crimson, and she quickly pulled her shirt down, covering herself.

“Get out!” she shouted, her voice shaking with embarrassment. “What are you doing here? Get out!”

You stumbled backward, your heart pounding in your chest as you turned and fled back to your room. You slammed the door shut behind you, leaning against it as you tried to catch your breath. Your mind was racing, your body still thrumming with arousal. You couldn’t stop thinking about her—the way she had looked, the sounds she had made. It was all you could do to resist the urge to touch yourself right then and there.

The days that followed were… strange. Momo avoided you at first, her cheeks flushing whenever your eyes met across the dinner table. But then, slowly, something changed. She started to linger in the kitchen when you were there, her movements deliberately slow as she bent over to grab something from the lower cabinets, giving you a clear view of her round ass. She would play with her food at dinner, her fingers tracing the rim of her glass or twirling a strand of pasta around her fork in a way that made your mouth go dry. And then there were the looks—those dark, smoldering glances she would give you when she thought no one else was watching.

It was driving you insane.

One night, after another tense dinner where Momo had spent the entire meal teasing you with her eyes and her hands, you retreated to your room, desperate for some relief. You were just about to unzip your pants when there was a soft knock at your door. Your heart leapt into your throat as you called out, “Who is it?”

The door creaked open, and Momo stepped inside, closing it softly behind her. She was wearing a sheer black nightgown that clung to her curves, the fabric so thin you could see the outline of her nipples beneath it. Her hair was loose, falling in soft waves around her shoulders, and her lips were painted a deep, seductive red. She didn’t say anything at first, just stood there, looking at you with those dark, hungry eyes.

“Momo…” you started, but she cut you off with a shake of her head.

“Don’t,” she whispered, stepping closer. “Don’t say anything.”

Before you could respond, she was on you, her lips crashing against yours in a searing kiss. Her hands tangled in your hair as she deepened the kiss, her tongue sliding against yours in a way that made your head spin. You could feel the heat of her body pressing against yours, her breasts crushed against your chest as she pushed you back onto the bed.

She broke the kiss long enough to pull off her nightgown, revealing her naked body in all its glory. Her breasts were even more perfect than you had imagined—full and round, with nipples that were already hard and begging for attention. She straddled your hips, grinding against your cock through your pants as she leaned down to kiss you again.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” she murmured against your lips, her hands fumbling with the button of your jeans. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted you.”

You didn’t have time to respond before she had freed your cock from its confines, her eyes widening slightly at the sight of it. “Oh,” she breathed, her fingers wrapping around your length. “You’re so big…”

She leaned down again, this time taking you into her mouth without hesitation. Her lips wrapped around your cock in a tight seal as she began to bob her head up and down, her tongue swirling around the tip with every stroke. You groaned, your hands tangling in her hair as she took you deeper, her throat relaxing to accommodate your length.

But she didn’t stop there. After a few minutes of driving you wild with her mouth, she pulled back, a wicked smile playing on her lips. “I want to feel you inside me,” she whispered, positioning herself above you once more. She reached down to guide your cock to her entrance, and then she was sinking down onto you, inch by glorious inch.

The feeling was indescribable—her walls clenched around you like a vice, hot and wet and perfect. She moaned as she took all of you in, her head falling back as she began to move. Her hips rolled in slow, deliberate circles as she rode you, her breasts bouncing with every movement. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, but you didn’t want it to end—not yet.

Momo seemed to sense this because she leaned down again, capturing your lips in another heated kiss as she whispered against them…

Momo’s lips brushed against yours, her breath hot and uneven as she whispered, “Do you want to cum in my mouth or on my tits, or both?” Her voice was low, sultry, and dripping with desire, and it sent a shiver down your spine. You couldn’t think straight—your mind was a haze of pleasure, your body on fire from the way she moved above you, her pussy clenching around your cock like she never wanted to let go.

You didn’t answer with words. Instead, you grabbed her hips and thrust up into her, hard and deep, making her gasp and arch her back. Her breasts bounced with the force of your movement, and you couldn’t resist reaching up to cup one, your thumb brushing over her nipple. She moaned, her hands gripping your shoulders for balance as she began to ride you faster, her hips slamming down onto you with a rhythm that left you both breathless.

“Fuck,” she whimpered, her voice breaking as she leaned forward, her hair falling around her face like a curtain. “You feel so good… so fucking good.”

You could feel the tension building in your body, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter with every thrust. But you weren’t ready to let go—not yet. You wanted to make this last, to savor every second of the way she felt around you, the way her body moved against yours. So you slowed your pace, pulling her down onto you in long, deliberate strokes that made her whimper and claw at your chest.

“Don’t stop,” she begged, her voice trembling. “Please… don’t stop.”

You didn’t. Instead, you flipped her onto her back, pinning her beneath you as you took control. Her legs wrapped around your waist, pulling you deeper into her as you began to fuck her in earnest. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with her moans and the ragged sound of your breathing. Her nails dug into your back, leaving marks that only spurred you on.

Her pussy was so wet, so tight, and every thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through you. You could feel her walls fluttering around you, and you knew she was close. So you reached down between you, your fingers finding her clit and rubbing it in quick, desperate circles. She cried out, her body tensing as she came, her pussy squeezing you so tightly it almost hurt.

But you weren’t done. Not even close. You kept going, fucking her through her orgasm until she was trembling beneath you, her eyes glazed over with pleasure. And then, when you couldn’t hold back any longer, you pulled out, your cock throbbing as you spilled yourself onto her stomach and breasts, the warm liquid coating her skin in streaks of white.

She looked up at you, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. “That was… incredible,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. But before you could respond, she reached down and scooped some of your cum onto her fingers, bringing them to her lips and sucking them clean. “Mmm… you taste so good.”

The sight of her like that—her lips wrapped around her fingers, her eyes dark with desire—was enough to make you hard again. And she noticed. A slow smile spread across her face as she reached for you, her hand wrapping around your cock and stroking it slowly.

“Round two?” she asked, her voice teasing.

You didn’t need to be asked twice. You pushed her back onto the bed, spreading her legs wide as you positioned yourself between them. This time, you didn’t waste any time. You plunged into her in one swift motion, making her cry out in surprise and pleasure. Her hands flew to your shoulders, her nails digging into your skin as you began to fuck her again, harder and faster than before.

Her moans filled the room, growing louder and more desperate with every thrust. You could feel her pussy tightening around you again, and you knew she was close. So you leaned down, capturing one of her nipples in your mouth and sucking hard as you continued to pound into her. She came with a scream, her body shaking as she clung to you.

But you weren’t done yet. You pulled out again, this time guiding your cock to her mouth. She opened for you without hesitation, taking you deep into her throat as you came again, your cum spilling down her throat in thick pulses. She swallowed every drop, her eyes never leaving yours as she did.

When you finally pulled away, she was panting, her lips swollen and glistening. “You’re insatiable,” she said with a laugh, but there was no mistaking the hunger in her eyes.

You grinned, your hands roaming over her body as you leaned down to kiss her again. “So are you.”

She kissed you back, her tongue tangling with yours as she reached between you to stroke your cock again. “Then let’s keep going,” she whispered against your lips. “I want to feel you inside me again.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. You positioned yourself between her legs once more, your cock sliding into her with ease. She moaned, her hips lifting to meet yours as you began to move again. The room was filled with the sounds of your bodies moving together, the air thick with the scent of sex.

Hours passed—or maybe it was minutes; you couldn’t tell anymore. All you knew was the way she felt around you, the way her body responded to every touch, every thrust. You lost count of how many times you came, how many times she screamed your name as she fell apart beneath you.

And when the sun began to rise, casting a soft glow through the window, Momo turned to you, her eyes heavy with exhaustion but still burning with desire. “Again?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

You didn’t answer. Instead, you rolled onto your side, pulling her with you as you slid into her once more. Her moan was muffled by your kiss as you began to move again, your bodies tangled together in a mess of sweat and heat.

“I can’t get enough of you,” she breathed against your lips.

And neither could you.

You wake up to the sensation of warmth enveloping your cock, a wet, rhythmic suction pulling you from sleep. Your eyes flutter open, and there she is—Momo, her lips wrapped around your length, her head bobbing up and down with a hunger that makes your breath hitch. Her cheeks hollow as she sucks harder, her tongue swirling around the tip before she takes you deeper, her throat opening to swallow more of you.

“Momo…” you groan, your voice thick with sleep and arousal. Your hand instinctively reaches for her hair, tangling your fingers in the soft strands as she moans around your cock, the vibration sending shivers up your spine. She pulls back slightly, her lips glistening with saliva, and looks up at you with those dark, seductive eyes.

“Good morning,” she purrs, her voice dripping with mischief. Before you can respond, she dives back down, taking you deeper this time, her throat constricting around you as she deepthroats you with ease. You can feel the back of her throat, hot and tight, and it’s all you can do not to thrust up into her mouth.

“Where’s Hangil?” you manage to ask, your voice strained as she continues to work your cock with her mouth.

She pulls off with a wet pop, her lips still wrapped around the tip as she looks up at you. “Business trip,” she says casually, her tongue flicking against the sensitive underside. “He won’t be back for a while.” And with that, she takes you back into her mouth, her hand wrapping around the base of your cock as she sucks you with renewed vigor.

Your hips buck involuntarily, and she moans around you, the sound vibrating through your entire body. Her other hand slips between her legs, and you can hear the wet sounds of her fingers working her pussy as she pleasures herself while sucking you off. The sight of her—her lips stretched around your cock, her eyes rolling back in pleasure—is almost too much to bear.

“Fuck, Momo…” you gasp, your grip on her hair tightening as you feel the pressure building in your balls. She hums in response, her throat tightening around you as she takes you even deeper, her nose pressing against your stomach. You can’t hold back any longer—with a groan, you release into her mouth, your cum spurting down her throat as she swallows every drop, her lips never leaving your cock.

When you finally finish, she pulls back slowly, licking her lips as she looks up at you with a satisfied smile. “Breakfast is served,” she teases, crawling up your body to kiss you deeply. You can taste yourself on her tongue, and it only makes you want her more.

Without a word, you grab her by the waist and flip her onto her back, your lips trailing down her neck to her chest. Her nipples are already hard, and you take one into your mouth, sucking and nibbling as she arches her back, moaning your name. Your hand slides down her stomach to her pussy, and you’re not surprised to find her already soaked.

“Eat me,” she demands, her voice breathless as she spreads her legs wider for you. You don’t need to be told twice—you bury your face between her thighs, your tongue lapping at her folds as she gasps and writhes beneath you. Her hands tangle in your hair, pulling you closer as you suck on her clit, your fingers sliding inside her and curling just right to make her scream.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she chants, her hips bucking against your face as she comes undone, her pussy clenching around your fingers as she rides out her orgasm. You don’t let up, continuing to lick and suck until she’s trembling with overstimulation, her legs shaking as she tries to push you away.

But you’re not done with her yet. You pull her up from the bed and lead her to the bathroom, turning on the shower and stepping in with her. The water cascades over both of you as you press her against the tiled wall, your cock already hard again as it presses against her stomach.

“Turn around,” you growl, and she obeys without hesitation, bending over slightly as you grip her hips and slide into her from behind. She moans loudly, the sound echoing off the walls as you thrust into her, the water making everything slick and hot. Your hand comes down on her ass with a sharp smack, and she cries out in pleasure, pushing back against you as you fuck her harder.

“You’re mine,” you growl in her ear, your hand tangling in her hair as you pull her head back, your thrusts becoming more erratic as you feel yourself getting close. She reaches back to grab your hip, urging you on as she moans your name over and over.

“Cum inside me,” she begs, and you can’t resist—with a final thrust, you bury yourself deep inside her, your cum filling her as she clenches around you, her own orgasm crashing over her as she screams your name.

You stay like that for a moment, both of you panting and trembling as the water washes over you. Finally, you pull out, and she turns to face you, her eyes dark with desire as she kisses you deeply.

“Again?” she whispers against your lips

You wake up to the sound of soft moans, your eyes fluttering open to see Momo straddling you, her hands pressed against your chest as she grinds herself against your hardening cock. Her nightgown is hiked up around her waist, and you can feel the heat of her pussy through the thin fabric of your boxers. She leans down, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers, “Hangil’s gone for the day… again.” Her breath is hot, sending shivers down your spine as she nips at your earlobe.

You don’t need any more encouragement. Your hands slide up her thighs, gripping her hips as you pull her down harder against you. She gasps, her head tilting back as she grinds herself against your length, the friction making you both groan in unison. “Fuck,” you mutter, your voice rough with sleep and desire.

Momo smirks, her fingers trailing down your chest as she lifts herself up just enough to tug your boxers down, freeing your cock. She wraps her hand around it, stroking you slowly as she watches your face, her eyes dark with hunger. “You’re so hard for me,” she purrs, her thumb swiping over the tip of your cock, spreading the precum that’s already gathered there.

You can’t take it anymore. You grab her hips and flip her onto her back, pinning her beneath you as you settle between her legs. She lets out a surprised laugh, but it quickly turns into a moan as you press the head of your cock against her entrance. “Tell me what you want,” you growl, your voice low and demanding.

She bites her lip, her hips lifting to meet yours as she whispers, “I want you to fuck me. I want you to fill me up… make me yours.”

That’s all the permission you need. You thrust into her in one smooth motion, burying yourself to the hilt as she cries out, her nails digging into your back. She’s so wet, so tight, and the way she clenches around you makes your head spin. You start to move, setting a slow, deep rhythm that has her moaning your name with every thrust.

Her legs wrap around your waist, pulling you deeper as she arches her back, her breasts pressing against your chest. You lean down to capture her lips in a searing kiss, your tongues tangling as you continue to fuck her, each thrust driving you both closer to the edge.

“You feel so good,” she gasps against your lips, her hands roaming over your back and shoulders as she clings to you. “Don’t stop… please, don’t stop.”

You don’t plan on stopping. Your thrusts become harder, faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room as you lose yourself in her. You can feel her walls tightening around you, her moans growing louder and more desperate as she gets closer to her climax.

“Cum inside me,” she begs, her voice trembling with need. “I want to feel you… I want to have your baby.”

The words send a jolt of heat straight to your cock, and you can’t hold back any longer. With a final, deep thrust, you bury yourself inside her as you cum, your release flooding her as she screams your name, her own orgasm crashing over her in waves.

You stay like that for a moment, both of you panting and trembling as you come down from your highs. Finally, you pull out, collapsing beside her as she turns to face you, her hand resting on your chest as she catches her breath.

“You’re mine,” she whispers, her eyes locking with yours as she smiles softly. “And I’m yours.”

Months later, the house is filled with a different kind of energy. Momo sits on the couch, her hands resting on her heavily pregnant belly as she watches you from across the room. Her eyes are dark with desire, and the way she bites her lip sends a familiar heat coursing through your veins.

Hangil is in the kitchen, oblivious as always, his focus entirely on his work. But Momo’s attention is all on you. She smirks, her fingers tracing circles over her swollen belly as she mouths the words, “Yours.”

You can’t help but smile back, knowing that no matter what happens, she’ll always be yours. And as she shifts slightly, her hand moving lower, you know this isn’t over—not by a long shot.

[momosknight]

can you do Lisa smut

The keycard clicked. The hotel room door creaked open.

Lisa stirred beneath the sheets, lashes fluttering in the half-dark. The hallway light cast a sliver across the carpet, slicing through the stillness.

Footsteps. Heavy. Measured. Intentional.

She sat up fast, clutching the edge of the blanket. "Who’s there? This isn’t your room!"

No response.

A man stepped into the dim light. Tall. Broad-chested. Black hoodie zipped halfway, dark gloves on both hands, a mask covering everything but his eyes—sharp, unwavering.

"Stay still," he said, voice low and deep.

Lisa’s breath caught. She backed up to the headboard. Her hands trembled. "You’ve got the wrong room, I swear. Please—"

He kicked the door shut behind him. The lock thudded home. "No mistake. I know exactly who’s in here."

Her heartbeat thundered in her ears. "What do you want?! I don’t have anything—"

He dropped a duffel bag to the carpet with a soft thud. "You’ve got more than enough."

He stepped forward slowly, gaze sweeping her form. She clutched the blanket higher, trying to hide, but the thin silk didn’t help.

"Hands."

"What?"

"I said hands. Up."

Lisa raised them with a stuttered breath. He pulled rope from the bag—black, thick—and tied her wrists to the wrought iron headboard with practiced speed.

"Too tight?" he asked.

She blinked. Her voice cracked. "Y-yes."

"Good."

She whimpered when he yanked the blanket away. Her body trembled, dressed only in a silk tank and lace panties. Her legs instinctively pressed together.

"You booked this room alone? That’s cute."

Her voice was barely audible. "Please... I didn’t do anything."

He grabbed her ankle and pulled her roughly toward the foot of the bed. Her heels dragged, sheets bunching around her.

"No—please don’t—"

"You wear this to sleep and expect to be left alone?"

He unzipped. The sound echoed.

His cock fell free—long, thick, heavy. Her breath hitched. Her chest rose and fell faster.

"Open your mouth."

She shook her head. "No—please, don’t make me—"

He grabbed her jaw. "Now."

She hesitated... then opened, tears already threatening.

He thrust in. She gagged. Spit bubbled at her lips instantly.

"Yeah. That’s it. Just like that."

Her cheeks burned. Her tongue flattened under the weight. Each push hit the back of her throat. Her wrists pulled instinctively against the rope.

He groaned. "Look at you. Little actress can’t breathe."

He moved deeper. Her eyes watered. A tear slid down her cheek.

"Keep those eyes up. I want to see you cry."

She moaned around him, shame flooding her chest. Her throat spasmed. Spit and heat and noise blurred together.

He pulled out. Strings of saliva followed.

She coughed hard, shoulders jerking.

"Panties. Off."

She shook her head. "Please... don’t do this."

He yanked them off himself—one brutal motion.

He pushed her knees apart. She sobbed softly, face turned to the side.

"There’s the prize. And it’s glistening."

"I’m not... I’m not wet—"

He pressed the head of his cock against her folds. "Then why are you shaking like that?"

He drove in.

She screamed, back arching. Pain, pressure, stretch.

"Tight. Fucking hell, you’re squeezing already."

Her face twisted. Her mouth stayed open, silent now.

"Don’t fight it. Just feel it."

Each thrust went deeper, rougher. The bedframe rocked.

"You’re stretching like you were made for this. Every inch."

She sobbed again. Her voice cracked. "Why... why are you doing this?"

"Because you let me."

Her legs trembled. Her breaths were short, desperate.

"Beg. Beg me not to finish in you."

"Please—please don’t cum inside—"

"Louder. Mean it."

She screamed it. Eyes wide. "No! Please don’t cum in me!"

He slammed into her again, deeper than before. Her body jerked.

"Too late. This hole’s mine."

He groaned, spilling inside. Her body tensed, then collapsed.

Silence filled the room except for her ragged breathing.

Her wrists twisted against the ropes, now raw. Her hair stuck to her cheeks, damp with tears.

He leaned over, voice low. "Clean it."

She hesitated. He grabbed a handful of her hair. "Now."

Lisa turned her head, lips trembling, and took him in her mouth, slow and unsteady. Her tongue dragged along the shaft, collecting every trace of him.

"That's it," he growled. "All of it."

Tears welled again, but she kept going, until he was clean, glistening with spit.

[momosknight]

"Collateral Temptation"

Yoo Jeongyeon x Male! Reader.

➤Tags/Genres: Begging, Submission, Biting, Reverse Cowgirl, Public Sex, Hair Pulling, Creampie, Anal Sex, Overstimulation, Face-Sitting, Dirty Talk, Breast Worship, Sensation Play, Doggy Style, Mutual Masturbation, Choking, Face Fucking, Mirror Sex

➤Teaser: She swore it was just a favor. One night, one weakness, buried in motel sheets and sealed with silence. But temptation wears a suit now, speaks her name like a secret, and every "thank you" tastes more like surrender. Her vows didn’t break—she slowly unstitched them herself, thread by aching thread. ➤Note: This was requested to be a rather hot and passionate smut of corruption of a pure wife Jeongyeon. So i tried to do so. Iam not that good with a more corrupting or ruining type of plot yet so iam still learning but hey If there's Jeongyeon, everything is fire. ➤ Go read my other Jeongyeon fic "Second Chances" Part-1 & Part-2

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The café was quiet, the kind of place where the hum of the espresso machine and the occasional clink of porcelain cups filled the silence. Jeongyeon sat across from you, her fingers nervously tracing the rim of her half-finished iced americano. The usual confidence in her posture was gone—replaced by something heavier, something tired.

"I didn’t think I’d be the one asking for help like this," she admitted, her voice quieter than you’d ever heard it. You leaned forward slightly, keeping your tone light but firm. "You’re not asking. I offered."

She exhaled sharply, almost a laugh, but there was no humor in it. "Still feels shitty." "It’s not." You tapped the folder between you—the one with the loan restructuring plans, the numbers you’d spent nights adjusting just to make sure she wouldn’t drown in interest. "This is what friends do."

Jeongyeon’s fingers stilled. "Friends," she repeated, like she was testing the word. Then she shook her head, a wry smile tugging at her lips. "You’re too good at this. At… everything."

You shrugged. "Just decent at math and stubborn enough to argue with bankers."

That got a real laugh out of her, short but bright. "God, I missed this." The second the words left her mouth, her expression flickered—like she hadn’t meant to say it.

The air between you shifted. You could’ve played it off. Should’ve, probably. But something in the way she looked at you—like she was seeing you for the first time in years—made the words slip out before you could stop them. "Yeah? What part?"

Jeongyeon blinked. "What?"

"What did you miss?" You kept your voice easy, like it was just banter, but the weight of the question hung there anyway.

She hesitated. Then, slowly, her fingers curled around her glass. "Talking to someone who doesn’t look at me like I’m…" She trailed off.

"Like you’re what?"

"Like I’m failing." The admission was quiet, almost ashamed. Your chest tightened. "You’re not." Jeongyeon scoffed. "My husband sure thinks so."

There it was—the bitterness, the frustration. You’d heard it in her voice over the phone, seen it in the way her texts got shorter lately. But hearing it now, raw and unfiltered, was different. You hesitated. Then, carefully, you said it. "Maybe he’s the one failing you."

Her head snapped up. You held her gaze, even as your pulse kicked up. "Just saying. You’re Jeongyeon. You don’t fail. You just… haven’t been given the right support."

For a long moment, she just stared at you. Then, quietly: "That’s the nicest thing anyone’s said to me in months."

The silence stretched. The café noise faded into background static. Then, Jeongyeon leaned back in her chair, studying you with a look you couldn’t quite decipher. "You always this smooth when you’re saving people?"

You grinned, deflecting. "Only when they’re pretty." It was a joke. Mostly. But the way her breath hitched—just for a second—wasn’t. Jeongyeon recovered fast, rolling her eyes. "Shut up." But her cheeks were pink.

You laughed, leaning back too. "Make me." he second the words left your mouth, you realized your mistake. Because Jeongyeon’s eyes darkened. Just a fraction. Just enough. And just like that—the air between you wasn’t just shifted. It was charged.

Jeongyeon swirled the melting ice in her glass, the condensation dripping onto the table. She didn’t look up when she spoke next. "Why are you doing this?" The question hung between you, heavier than she probably intended.

You tilted your head. "The loan stuff? I told you—"

"No." She cut you off, finally meeting your eyes. "Not just the paperwork. All of it. The calls. The favors. The way you just… show up." Her voice wavered, just slightly. "Why?"

You could’ve given her a dozen easy answers. Because we’re friends. Because it’s nothing. Because I had time. But the way she was looking at you—like she already knew those were lies—made your throat tighten. So you told the truth. "Because I like you."

Jeongyeon froze. You chuckled, rubbing the back of your neck like it was some casual confession. "I mean, come on. You know that. I’ve been obvious since forever."

She stared. "That’s not funny."

"Not trying to be." You held her gaze, even as your pulse hammered. "But it’s whatever. I didn’t say it to make things weird. Just… answering your question."

Jeongyeon’s fingers tightened around her glass. "You never said anything."

"Yeah, well." You shrugged. "You got married." The words landed like a punch. Her breath hitched. For a long moment, neither of you spoke. The café noise—the chatter, the clinking cups—felt miles away. Then, quietly, Jeongyeon said: "That’s it?"

You blinked. "What?"

"You just… let it go?" There was something raw in her voice now, something almost accusatory. "You never—" She cut herself off, shaking her head.

You leaned forward, elbows on the table. "Jeongyeon. What was I supposed to do?"

She didn’t answer. So you kept going, softer now. "I wasn’t gonna be that guy. The one who ruins shit because he can’t handle his feelings. You were happy. That mattered more."

Jeongyeon let out a sharp, humorless laugh. "Yeah. Happy." The bitterness in her voice made your chest ache. You hesitated. Then, carefully: "…Are you? Happy?" She looked away. That was answer enough.

You exhaled slowly. "Look. I didn’t tell you this to mess with your head. I just…" You ran a hand through your hair. "I don’t want anything from you, okay? This isn’t some fucking transaction. I helped because I wanted to. That’s it."

Jeongyeon’s jaw clenched. "That’s bullshit." You stiffened. "What?"

"You don’t just do things like this without wanting something back." Her voice was low, almost trembling. "Everyone wants something." The hurt in her words—the certainty—made something in you snap.

"Okay, fine." You leaned in, lowering your voice. "You wanna know what I want? I wanted to see you smile again. I wanted you to stop looking at your phone like it was gonna bite you. I wanted—" You caught yourself, forcing a breath. "Fuck. It doesn’t matter. Point is, I don’t expect anything. Not from you."

Jeongyeon’s lips parted. For a second, she just stared at you, her eyes wide, searching. Then, slowly, something in her expression shifted. "…Liar."

The word wasn’t angry. It was soft. Almost wondering. Jeongyeon held your gaze, her voice dropping to a whisper. "You do want something."

Your mouth went dry. She was right. You wanted her. Not like this—not in some messy, guilty way. But it was too late for that now. The truth was out, hanging between you like a live wire. And the way she was looking at you? Like she knew. Like maybe—just maybe—she wanted it too.

You scoffed, shaking your head before a soft chuckle escaped your lips—light, disarming, the kind of laugh that made your eyes crinkle at the corners. Jeongyeon blinked, caught off guard by the shift in tone. "God, you’re stubborn," you mused, propping your chin lazily on your palm, fingers drumming against your cheek. "Fine. Since you’re so convinced—what exactly do you think I want, Jeongyeon?"

The question hung between you, playful but edged with something heavier. She stiffened, her fingers tightening around her glass again. For a second, she looked like she might deflect—laugh it off, change the subject, retreat behind that familiar wall of hers. But then her gaze flickered down to your lips, just for a heartbeat, before snapping back up. "I don’t know," she muttered, but the way her voice dipped—lower, rougher—betrayed her.

You tilted your head, feigning innocence. "Then why’d you call me a liar?"

Jeongyeon’s jaw worked. "Because you are."

"Mmm." You hummed, leaning in just slightly, close enough that if either of you shifted, your knees might brush under the table. "Or maybe you’re just hoping I am."

Her breath hitched. You grinned, pulling back before the tension could snap. "Relax. I told you—I don’t expect anything. Not a damn thing." You swirled your drink, ice clinking. "Helping you wasn’t some grand scheme. I just…" You shrugged, voice softening. "I like seeing you okay. That’s all."

Jeongyeon stared at you, her expression unreadable. Then, abruptly, she let out a sharp exhale. "You’re infuriating."

You blinked. "Me?"

"Yes, you." She dragged a hand through her hair, frustration bleeding into her voice. "You can’t just—say shit like that and act like it’s nothing."

You held up your hands in mock surrender. "Hey, I’m not the one reading into it."

"Bullshit." Her eyes flashed. "You know what you’re doing."

You paused. Then, slowly, your smile faded. "Do I?" The quiet sincerity in your voice made her freeze. For a long moment, neither of you spoke. The air between you was thick, charged—like the static before a storm.

Then, Jeongyeon did something unexpected. She laughed. It wasn’t her usual bright, snorting laugh. This was quieter. Rougher. Almost disbelieving. "God," she muttered, rubbing her temples. "This is so fucked."

You raised an eyebrow. "What is?"

She met your eyes, her own dark with something you couldn’t name. "You. Me. This." She gestured vaguely between you. "The fact that you’re sitting here, looking at me like—" She cut herself off, shaking her head. You waited. Jeongyeon exhaled sharply. "Like you still see me."

The raw honesty in her voice punched the air from your lungs. You didn’t know what to say to that. So you didn’t say anything. The silence stretched, thick and suffocating, until finally, Jeongyeon pushed back her chair with a scrape of wood against tile. "I should go."

You didn’t stop her. But as she turned to leave, you called out, voice low: "Jeongyeon." She paused, shoulders tense. You smiled, small and sad. "For the record? I always see you." Her breath audibly caught. Then, without another word, she walked away.

Jeongyeon stopped mid-step. Her back was still turned to you, shoulders rigid under the thin fabric of her blouse. The café door was just a few feet away—freedom, escape, the easy way out—but something rooted her in place.

You watched the tension coil in her frame, the way her fingers flexed at her sides like she was fighting with herself. Then, slowly, she turned around.

Her expression was unreadable as she strode back to the table and dropped into her seat with a quiet thud. She didn’t speak. Just leveled you with a look—not angry, not frustrated, but something far more dangerous. Calculating.

You raised an eyebrow. "Change your mind?"

She ignored the question, leaning forward until the table pressed into her forearms. "What do you really want?"

The demand was sharp, stripped of any pretense. You couldn’t help it—you laughed. Jeongyeon’s glare deepened. "This isn’t funny."

"It’s a little funny," you admitted, grinning as you mirrored her posture, elbows on the table. "You’re acting like I’m holding a gun to your head. Relax. I already told you—"

"And I don’t believe you." Her voice was low, insistent. "No one does something like this without wanting something in return."

You sighed, tilting your head. "Okay, fine. Let’s say you’re right. What do you think I want?"

Her jaw tightened. "I’m not playing this game."

"Not a game," you said lightly. "Just curious what’s going on in that head of yours."

Jeongyeon exhaled through her nose, fingers tapping impatiently against the table. Then, abruptly, she leaned back, crossing her arms. "You’re enjoying this."

You blinked. "What?"

"This." She gestured between you. "Watching me squirm. Knowing I can’t just—walk away from this."

The accusation hung in the air, sharp enough to cut. For the first time since she’d sat back down, your smile faded. "That’s not what this is."

"Then what is it?" The question was a challenge. A dare. You held her gaze, the humor draining from your voice. "You really need an answer that badly?"

Jeongyeon didn’t flinch. "Yes." Silence stretched between you, heavy and charged. Then, slowly, you shrugged. "Fine. If you’re insisting so much…" You leaned in, voice dropping to a murmur. "I’ll take whatever you think is fair. Whatever best you can offer."

Her breath hitched. You grinned, leaning back before the tension could snap. "Happy now?" Jeongyeon stared at you, her expression unreadable. Then, after a beat, she let out a short, disbelieving laugh. "You’re joking."

"Am I?" She studied you for a long moment—searching for the punchline, the trap, the ulterior motive. But when she found nothing, something in her posture shifted. "…You’re serious."

You shrugged again, feigning nonchalance. "I mean, you’re the one who didn’t want to believe me when I said I didn’t want anything. So." You spread your hands. "There’s your answer." Jeongyeon exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through her hair. "This is ridiculous."

"Yep." You popped the ‘p,’ grinning. "But hey, at least now you can stop overthinking it." She shot you a look. "I’m not—"

"You are," you interrupted, laughing. "It’s written all over your face."

Jeongyeon opened her mouth—probably to argue—but then stopped. For a second, she just looked at you, something unreadable flickering in her eyes. Then, quietly, she said: "You’re really not going to ask for anything."

It wasn’t a question. You met her gaze, all traces of humor gone. "No." The word hung between you, simple and final. Jeongyeon swallowed. And for the first time since she’d walked back to this table—for the first time in years, maybe—she looked lost.

The air between you grew heavier with each passing second of silence. Jeongyeon’s fingers traced idle patterns on the tabletop, her gaze fixed somewhere past your shoulder—anywhere but directly at you. You studied the tension in her jaw, the way her throat worked as she swallowed hard. "So," you finally broke the quiet, voice softer now. "What are you gonna do?"

Her eyes flicked back to yours, sharp. "About what?"

You held her stare, unflinching. "About this." A vague gesture between the two of you. "About your husband. About… whatever it is you’re feeling right now."

Jeongyeon let out a slow breath through her nose, her shoulders tightening. "I don’t know." The admission came out strained, almost angry—but not at you. At herself. You hesitated, then went for the question that had been burning in your chest since she sat back down. "…How bad is it, really? With him."

Her laugh was hollow. "What, you want details?"

"I want the truth." You kept your voice steady, even as your pulse thrummed. "Not whatever polished version you think you’re supposed to give."

Jeongyeon’s fingers stilled. For a long moment, she just stared at her half-empty glass, lips pressed into a thin line. Then— "He looks at me like I’m a problem he can’t solve." Her voice was quiet, rough at the edges. "Like every bill, every late payment, every fucking stress in our lives is somehow my fault." She dragged a hand through her hair, exhaling sharply. "And the worst part? I let him. Because some stupid, pathetic part of me still thinks—" She cut herself off, shaking her head.

Your chest ached. "Thinks what?" Her eyes met yours, dark and wounded. "That if I just try harder, it’ll fix itself." The raw honesty in her words hit like a punch. You’d known things weren’t perfect—how could they be, with the way she’d been carrying that weight for months?—but hearing it laid bare like this?

You leaned forward without thinking, your voice dropping. "Jeongyeon. Listen to me. None of this is on you." She scoffed. "Easy for you to say."

"No, it’s not." The words came out sharper than you intended. "Because I’m sitting here watching someone I—" You caught yourself, jaw tightening. "Watching someone important tear herself apart over shit she can’t control. And it’s killing me."

Jeongyeon went very, very still. The silence stretched, thick with everything left unsaid. Then, quietly, she asked: "Why does it matter to you so much?"

There it was. The question you’d both been dancing around since she walked back to this table. You could’ve lied. Could’ve brushed it off with a joke or a deflection. But the way she was looking at you—like she already knew the answer but needed to hear it anyway—left no room for half-truths.

So you told her. "Because it’s you." Simple. Devastating. "It’s always been you." Jeongyeon’s breath audibly hitched. And just like that—the fragile dam between you cracked.

Jeongyeon's fingers tightened around her glass, knuckles whitening under the pressure. The air between you crackled with unspoken tension as she avoided your gaze, chewing on her lower lip in that nervous habit she'd never quite shaken.

Then, abruptly, she spoke.

"I could fuck you."

Your drink nearly slipped from your hand.

She said it so casually—like she was discussing the weather—but the storm in her eyes betrayed her. This wasn't casual. This wasn't simple. This was calculated.

"What?" Your voice came out strangled.

Jeongyeon leaned forward, the table pressing into her forearms as she held your stare without flinching. "You heard me." A beat. "As thanks. For helping me."

The words hung between you, sharp and dangerous.

You should've laughed it off. Should've made a joke, defused the bomb she'd just dropped between you. But the way she was looking at you—eyes dark and defiant, like she was daring you to call her bluff—made your throat go dry.

So you played along. "That's your solution?" Your lips quirked, though there was no humor in it. "Seriously?"

Jeongyeon shrugged, too casual to be genuine. "You said you'd take whatever I could offer. So." Another shrug, but her fingers trembled against the glass. "There it is."

Liar. You saw right through her. This wasn't about gratitude. This wasn't some transactional exchange. This was Jeongyeon, standing at the edge of a cliff and daring herself to jump. You exhaled slowly, forcing your voice steady. "You don't owe me anything."

"I know that," she snapped, but the fire in her words was undercut by the way her breath hitched. "That's not—" She cut herself off, dragging a hand through her hair in frustration. Silence. Then, quieter: "Just say yes or no."

You studied her—the flush creeping up her neck, the way she couldn't quite meet your eyes now. The want she was trying so desperately to mask as something else. And you made your choice. "No."

Her head jerked up, eyes wide. "What?"

You held her gaze, unwavering. "If you're going to proposition me, Jeongyeon, do it because you want to. Not because you think you owe me." A beat. "Not because you're trying to punish yourself."

Her breath caught. Bullseye. For a long moment, she just stared at you, lips parted slightly—like she couldn't decide whether to argue or bolt. Then, slowly, something in her expression shifted.

"...What if I do want to?"

The whispered admission hung between you, fragile and raw.

You didn't move. Didn't breathe.

Jeongyeon swallowed hard, vulnerability flashing across her face before she steeled herself again. "What if this wasn't about debts or gratitude?" Her voice dropped, rough around the edges. "What if it was just... me?"

The air between you grew thicker, heavier—like the charged stillness before a lightning strike.

And then, before you could respond— Jeongyeon reached across the table.

Her fingers brushed against yours, tentative at first, then firmer as she laced them together. The contact sent a jolt through you, electric and undeniable.

Her gaze never left yours. "Tell me to stop," she murmured.

You didn't. Your fingers remained entwined with hers, the warmth of her skin searing into you like a brand. The rational part of your mind screamed at you—pull away, shut this down, don’t be the one who ruins everything.

But the other part—the selfish, aching, weak part that had loved her for longer than you cared to admit—won.

You didn’t tell her to stop.

Jeongyeon exhaled, shaky and uneven, like she’d been holding her breath. Then, slowly, deliberately, her thumb brushed over your knuckles in a slow, aching sweep.

“…Coward,” she murmured, but there was no bite in it. Just something unbearably soft.

You huffed a quiet laugh, even as your pulse pounded in your throat. “Takes one to know one.”

Her lips twitched. “Maybe.”

For a moment, neither of you moved. The world outside this table—the café, the noise, the life waiting beyond this fragile, stolen moment—faded into irrelevance.

Then, Jeongyeon’s grip on your hand tightened.

“Come home with me.”

The words weren’t a question. They weren’t even an invitation.

They were a decision.

Your breath stalled. “Jeongyeon—”

“Not his place,” she clarified, voice low. “Mine. The apartment I got after—” She cut herself off, jaw tightening. “Just mine.”

The implication hung between you, heavy and unmistakable.

She was choosing this.

Choosing you.

The last shred of your resistance crumbled.

You squeezed her hand back, your voice rough. “Yeah. Okay.”

Jeongyeon’s eyes darkened—relief, want, something dangerously close to desperation flickering in their depths.

Neither of you spoke as she stood, pulling you up with her. Her fingers stayed tangled with yours as she led you out of the café, the weight of what you were about to do settling over you both like a storm cloud.

And for the first time in years—

You didn’t look back.

Time Skip – Jeongyeon’s Apartment

The door barely clicked shut behind you before Jeongyeon’s hands were on you—impatient, desperate, her fingers fisting in the front of your shirt as she shoved you back against the wall.

“Fuck,” she breathed against your lips, already chasing your mouth again before you could even catch your breath.

You let her.

God, you let her.

Her kiss was messy, all teeth and clumsy urgency, like she was trying to outrun the thoughts in her head. You groaned into it, hands finding her waist as she pressed against you, her body flush against yours.

“This—” she gasped between kisses, “—is just—once—”

You knew the lie for what it was.

But you played along anyway.

“Yeah,” you murmured against her lips, letting your hands slide down to grip her hips, pulling her closer. “Just once.”

Jeongyeon made a noise—half frustration, half something broken—before surging forward again, her tongue sliding against yours in a wet, sloppy drag. Her fingers tangled in your hair, tugging just enough to sting, and you groaned, your grip on her tightening.

She was everywhere—her thigh slotting between yours, her nails scraping down your back, her breath hot and uneven against your skin.

“You—” she bit at your lower lip, “—better not—fucking—regret this—”

You laughed, rough and breathless, before flipping her around, pinning her against the wall this time.

“You’re the one who should be worried about regrets,” you muttered, ducking your head to nip at her neck.

Jeongyeon gasped, her head thumping back against the wall as your teeth grazed her pulse point.

“Shit—”

Her hands scrambled at your shoulders, your back, like she couldn’t decide whether to push you away or pull you closer. You didn’t give her the chance to choose—your mouth found hers again, swallowing her moans as your hands slid under her shirt, palms skimming up the warm skin of her stomach.

She arched into your touch with a whine, her body betraying her far more than her words ever could.

“Still just gratitude?” you teased against her lips, thumb brushing over the underside of her breast.

Jeongyeon’s breath hitched.

Then, with a growl, she shoved you back—just far enough to yank her shirt over her head and toss it aside.

“Shut up,” she panted, eyes dark. “And touch me.”

You didn’t need to be told twice.

Jeongyeon’s breath hitched as your hands slid up her bare waist, thumbs brushing the delicate underside of her breasts. Her skin burned under your touch, every inch of her trembling with restraint—like she was fighting the urge to either shove you away or beg for more.

“Fuck,” she gasped when your fingers traced the lace of her bra, her nails digging into your shoulders. “You—ah—you talk too much.”

You smirked against her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin there just to feel her shudder. “Me? You’re the one who can’t stop whining.”

She let out a sharp, breathless laugh before catching your lips again in a messy, open-mouthed kiss. Her tongue slid against yours, hot and demanding, and you groaned, hands tightening on her hips.

“Hnngh—shut up,” she panted between kisses, her voice already wrecked. “Just—fuck—just touch me already.”

You obliged, one hand sliding up to cup her breast through the lace, thumb circling her nipple until it peaked under your touch. Jeongyeon arched into your palm with a broken moan, her head falling back against the wall. “There,” she breathed, hips grinding against yours. “God, yes—just like that—”

You chuckled, leaning in to lick a stripe up her throat. “So fucking needy.”

She whined, high and desperate, her fingers tangling in your hair to yank your mouth back to hers. The kiss was sloppy, all teeth and clashing tongues, but neither of you cared—not when she was melting against you like this, not when every ragged breath she took was yours.

“You’re mine,” you growled against her lips, hands sliding down to grip the waistband of her jeans. “Just for tonight.”

Jeongyeon’s breath stuttered, her eyes fluttering shut for a second before she forced them open again—dark, hungry.

“Yours,” she agreed, voice rough. “Fuck—just—”

You didn’t let her finish.

With a sharp tug, you popped the button of her jeans, fingers sliding beneath the fabric to tease the damp lace of her panties. Jeongyeon jolted, a strangled gasp escaping her as your fingertips brushed over her. “Wet,” you murmured, dragging your fingers along her slit just to hear her whimper. “All for me?”

She nodded frantically, hips canting into your touch. “Y-yes—please—”

The please nearly undid you. Jeongyeon never begged. But here she was, trembling in your arms, her body pliant and yours—even if just for tonight.

You kissed her again, slow and filthy, as your fingers finally slipped beneath the lace, tracing her folds with agonizing slowness.

“Mmmf—!” She broke the kiss with a gasp, her thighs clamping around your hand. “Fuck, don’t—don’t tease—”

You chuckled, nipping at her jaw. “Who’s teasing?” Then you slid a finger inside her. Jeongyeon screamed.

You pulled back suddenly, your fingers slipping out of her with a wet sound that made her whimper. Jeongyeon’s eyes flew open, dazed and confused, her body still arching toward you—chasing the touch you’d just denied her.

“W-what—?” Her voice was wrecked, breathless.

You smirked, stepping back just far enough to lean against the opposite wall, arms crossing over your chest. “Show me.”

Jeongyeon blinked. “What?”

“You heard me.” Your gaze dropped pointedly to where her jeans were still undone, her panties damp and clinging. “Touch yourself. Put on a show for me.”

Her breath hitched, cheeks flushing darker. For a second, she just stared at you, lips parted—like she couldn’t decide whether to protest or obey.

Then, slowly, her fingers trailed down her stomach, slipping beneath the waistband of her panties. “Fuck,” she breathed as her fingertips brushed her clit, her hips jerking at the contact.

You didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Just watched, your own pulse pounding as Jeongyeon’s fingers began to move in slow, teasing circles. “H-happy?” she gasped, her other hand bracing against the wall for support. You smirked. “Not yet.”

Jeongyeon groaned, but her fingers didn’t stop—if anything, they moved faster, her touch growing more desperate as she teased herself. “Ahh—!” Her head fell back, her thighs trembling. “F-fuck, I—hnngh—”

You stayed where you were, drinking in the sight of her—the way her chest heaved, the way her fingers glistened as they slid lower, dipping inside herself with a broken moan.

“Mmmf—!” Her hips rolled against her own hand, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. “Shit, I—I can’t—!”

You finally pushed off the wall, stepping closer—but not touching. Not yet.

“Yes, you can,” you murmured, your voice rough. “Come on, Jeongyeon. Let me see you fall apart.”

Her eyes met yours, dark and pleading—and then she did.

Jeongyeon's fingers worked faster now, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she fucked herself with desperate, slick strokes. The wet sounds of her fingers plunging in and out filled the room, mixing with her choked-off moans.

"F-fuck—!" Her head tipped back against the wall, her free hand gripping her own breast roughly, pinching her nipple through the lace of her bra. "Hahh—shit—!"

You stayed where you were, watching her unravel—her thighs trembling, her stomach muscles clenching with every thrust of her fingers. She was close. So fucking close. "That's it," you murmured, your own voice thick with want. "Let me see you come."

Jeongyeon whimpered, her hips jerking erratically as she chased her release. "I—ahh—I can't—!"

"Yes, you can." Your hands flexed at your sides, aching to touch her, but you held back. "Do it. Now."

A broken cry tore from her throat as her back arched off the wall, her body locking up for one suspended second—before she shattered. "NGH—!"

Her thighs clamped around her own hand as she came, her entire body trembling through the waves of pleasure. You watched, transfixed, as her fingers slowed but didn't stop, dragging out every last shuddering aftershock until she was panting, boneless against the wall.

For a long moment, the only sound in the room was her ragged breathing. Then, slowly, Jeongyeon lifted her head—her gaze meeting yours, dark and hungry. "Your turn."

The air between you crackled with something electric—charged, dangerous. Jeongyeon’s gaze dropped, her lips parting slightly as she took in the sight of your straining underwear, the fabric stretched taut over the thick outline of your cock. A slow, shaky exhale escaped her.

"Fuck," she breathed, voice rough. You smirked, fingers hooking into the waistband of your boxers. "Problem?"

She didn’t answer. Just watched, transfixed, as you dragged the fabric down inch by torturous inch—until finally, with a sharp snap of elastic, you freed yourself.

Your cock sprang out, thick and heavy, the flushed tip already glistening.

Jeongyeon’s breath hitched. For a moment, neither of you moved. The silence stretched, thick with tension, as her eyes traced every vein, every twitch of your length.

Then, slowly, she reached out—her fingers hovering just above your shaft, trembling slightly. "You’re—" She swallowed hard. "You’re bigger than I thought."

You chuckled darkly, your pulse roaring in your ears. "Gonna be a problem?"

Her gaze flicked up to yours, something unreadable flashing in her eyes. "No," she murmured. "Just means I’ll feel you more."

Her fingers finally made contact—feather-light at first, just a tentative brush of her fingertips along your length.

You hissed through your teeth, your cock jerking in her grip. Jeongyeon smirked, her touch growing bolder as she wrapped her hand around you, giving an experimental stroke. "Fuck," you groaned, your hips bucking into her grip.

She hummed, her thumb swiping over your leaking tip, spreading the precum in slow, teasing circles. "You like that?" she murmured, her voice low and husky.

You didn’t answer—couldn’t, not when her fingers were tightening around you, not when her touch was sending sparks of pleasure shooting up your spine. Jeongyeon leaned in, her breath hot against your ear. "Tell me," she whispered. "Tell me how bad you want me."

Jeongyeon's fingers tightened around your cock, her thumb pressing deliberately against the swollen head as she dragged her palm down your length in one slow, filthy stroke. A bead of precum smeared across her skin, glistening under the dim light.

"Look at you," she murmured, her voice dripping with something dark and teasing. "So fucking hard just from watching me. Pathetic."You gritted your teeth, your hips jerking into her grip involuntarily. "Shut the fuck up." She laughed—low, breathy—her fingers squeezing just enough to make you groan. "Make me."

Your hands shot out, gripping her waist as you yanked her forward, your cock sliding against her stomach, leaving a wet trail against her skin. "You want me to shut you up?" you growled, your voice rough. "Then stop talking and open that pretty fucking mouth."

Jeongyeon's breath hitched, her lips parting slightly—just enough for you to see the flash of her tongue. "Or what?" she challenged, her fingers still lazily stroking you. "You gonna force me?"

You smirked, your grip tightening on her hips. "Wouldn't have to force you. You've been begging for it since we walked in."

Her eyes darkened, her free hand coming up to grip your wrist—not to push you away, but to anchor herself. "Prove it," she whispered.

You didn't hesitate. One hand tangled in her hair, yanking her head back as you shoved your cock past her lips, the tip hitting the back of her throat with a wet choke.

Jeongyeon's eyes watered instantly, her nails digging into your thighs as she gagged around you—but she didn't pull away. "That's it," you groaned, your fingers tightening in her hair. "Take it, slut."

She whimpered, her throat fluttering around you as you pushed deeper, her spit dripping down your shaft.

You pulled back just enough to let her gasp for air before slamming back in, her lips stretched obscenely around your girth. "Fuck—yes," you hissed, your hips jerking forward. "Just like that. Suck it."

Jeongyeon's moan vibrated around you, her tongue pressing against the underside of your cock as she tried to take you deeper. "Good girl," you praised darkly, your fingers tightening in her hair. "Now swallow."

Jeongyeon’s lips were slick and swollen around you, her throat fluttering in ragged, uneven spasms as she fought to take you deeper. Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth, her mascara smudged in dark streaks beneath her lashes—ruined, just like you wanted her.

She pulled back with a wet gasp, her chest heaving, but you didn’t give her a second to recover. Your fingers twisted tighter in her hair, yanking her head back until her neck arched, her breath hitching in warning.

"Did I say you could stop?" you growled.

Her lips curled into something between a smirk and a snarl, her tongue darting out to lick a slow, deliberate stripe up your shaft. "Make up your fucking mind," she rasped, her voice wrecked. "You want me to suck it or choke on it?"

Cheeky bitch.

You grinned, sharp and predatory, before shoving her back down onto your cock in one brutal thrust.

Jeongyeon gagged, her nails digging into your thighs hard enough to leave marks, but she didn’t fight you. No—her eyes rolled back, her throat convulsing around you as if her body craved the punishment.

"That’s what I want," you muttered, watching the tears well in her lashes as you fucked her mouth in slow, filthy strokes. "You look so fucking pretty like this—lips stretched, throat bulging. Bet you’d let me ruin you for anyone else, huh?"

She moaned around you, the vibration sending a jolt of heat straight to your gut. "Yeah, you would," you continued, your voice dropping to a rough whisper. "Because you’re mine tonight. My cock’s the only thing you’re allowed to think about. The only thing you’re allowed to feel."

Jeongyeon’s fingers clenched tighter, her hips shifting restlessly against the floor—fuck, was she grinding against nothing? You chuckled, pulling her off just enough to let her gasp for air. "Pathetic. You’re getting off on this, aren’t you?"

Her chest heaved, her lips glistening with spit and precum. "Fuck you," she wheezed, but the way her thighs squeezed together betrayed her.

"Oh, I will," you promised, dragging your thumb across her bottom lip. "But first? You’re gonna swallow every last drop like the greedy little whore you are."

Jeongyeon’s breath hitched—and then, with a glare that could’ve melted steel, she lunged forward, taking you down her throat in one smooth, brutal motion.

Fuck. You saw stars.

The air between you was thick with the sounds of wet, sloppy gasps and the lewd squelch of Jeongyeon's throat struggling to accommodate you. Her lips were stretched obscenely around your girth, spit dripping down her chin in glistening strands that caught the dim light. You watched, transfixed, as her eyelashes fluttered—not in protest, but in something dangerously close to surrender.

Your fingers remained tangled in her hair, not yanking, not forcing—just guiding, your grip firm enough to remind her who was in control.

Jeongyeon's hands, which had been clawing at your thighs moments ago, now rested limply against them, her fingers twitching occasionally as she fought the instinct to push you away. Her throat convulsed around you in tight, involuntary spasms, each one sending a jolt of pleasure up your spine.

You exhaled slowly, your free hand coming up to trace the tear tracks on her cheeks with your thumb. "You're doing so well," you murmured, your voice low and steady.

Her eyes flicked up to yours, hazy with lust and something else—something raw and unfiltered. A choked whimper vibrated around your cock as you pushed deeper, her nose brushing against your stomach.

You held her there for a moment, letting her adjust, feeling the way her breath hitched through her nose in shallow, frantic pants. Then, with deliberate slowness, you pulled back until just the tip remained between her lips. Jeongyeon gasped, her chest heaving as she gulped down air, her tongue darting out to swipe weakly at your slit. "Again," you ordered, your tone leaving no room for argument.

She didn't hesitate. Her mouth enveloped you once more, her head bobbing in uneven, desperate strokes as she tried to take you deeper, faster—as if she needed this as much as you did.

You let her set the pace for a few blissful seconds before taking over again, your hips rocking forward in shallow thrusts that had her gagging around you.

"Good girl," you praised, your voice rough but calm. "Just like that."

Jeongyeon moaned, the sound muffled and broken, her fingers flexing against your thighs. You could feel your release building, coiling tight in your gut, but you weren't ready yet. Not when she looked this perfect��messy, wrecked, and utterly yours.

So you slowed, pulling back until she was left panting, her lips swollen and glistening. "Look at me," you commanded. Her gaze lifted, her pupils blown wide with want. You smirked. "Let's try that again."

The moment you released your grip on her hair, Jeongyeon didn't pull away. Instead, she dove back in with a hunger that bordered on desperation, her lips sealing around your cock with a wet, obscene noise that echoed in the quiet of the apartment.

This time, she took control.

Her hands came up to grip the base of your shaft, her fingers tightening just enough to make your breath hitch as she began moving in slow, deliberate strokes. Her tongue pressed flat against the underside of your cock, dragging up in long, languid licks before swirling around the head with a teasing flick. "Fuck—" you exhaled, your fingers flexing at your sides.

Jeongyeon hummed in response, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your core. She glanced up at you through her lashes, her gaze dark and knowing, before sinking down again—deeper this time, her throat fluttering as she forced herself to take more.

Spit dripped from her lips, slicking your length as she worked you over with a messy, unhurried rhythm. Every pull of her mouth was deliberate, every flick of her tongue calculated to drag out every last shred of your restraint.

You could feel the heat coiling low in your stomach, your muscles tensing as she pushed you closer and closer to the edge. "Jeongyeon—" you warned, your voice rough.

She didn't stop. If anything, she doubled down, her pace quickening just slightly as her fingers twisted at the base of your cock, her other hand coming up to cup your balls with a gentle, teasing pressure. Your hips jerked forward involuntarily, a groan tearing from your throat as you felt yourself teetering on the brink.

Jeongyeon pulled back at the last second, her lips popping off your cock with a lewd sound as she leaned back on her heels, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath.

Her face was flushed, her lips swollen and glistening, her eyes half-lidded with something dangerously close to satisfaction.

"Come on," she murmured, her voice wrecked. "Let me see it."

You didn't need to be told twice. With a sharp exhale, you reached down, fisting your cock in one rough stroke as your release spilled over her face in thick, uneven stripes.

Jeongyeon didn't flinch. She held your gaze the entire time, her tongue darting out to catch a stray drop as it slid down her cheek. "Messy," she mused, her lips curling into a smirk. You chuckled, breathless. "You love it."

Jeongyeon wiped at her cheek with the back of her hand, her fingers coming away sticky as she examined the mess you'd left on her skin. A slow, knowing smirk curled at her lips as she looked up at you, her gaze dripping with something between amusement and challenge.

"You really didn't want anything in return, huh?" she drawled, arching an eyebrow. "Could've fooled me."

You exhaled a laugh, your cock still twitching against your thigh, half-hard and glistening under the dim light. "Funny. I seem to recall someone insisting I take payment." You tapped her cheek lightly with two fingers—just enough to make her nose scrunch up in irritation. "What was it again? 'Just once'?"

Jeongyeon swatted your hand away, her lips twisting into a scowl that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Yeah, well, maybe I overestimated your self-control."

"Or maybe," you countered, leaning in just enough to see her breath hitch, "you underestimated how good you'd look with my cum on your face."

Her cheeks darkened, but she held your stare, unflinching. "Wow. Real poetic. Should I be flattered?"

You chuckled, dragging your thumb along her bottom lip, smearing the remnants of your release against her skin. "You tell me. You're the one who practically begged for it."

Jeongyeon's eyes narrowed. "I did not beg—"

"Could've fooled me," you echoed, grinning as you gave her cheek a playful smack with the side of your cock—just hard enough to make a wet, lewd sound against her skin.

She gasped, her hand flying up to swat at you again, but you caught her wrist before she could land the hit. "Hey—!"

You tsked, shaking your head. "Naughty. Don't get pissy just because I'm right." Jeongyeon yanked her arm free with a scoff, wiping at her face again—more aggressively this time. "You're insufferable."

"And yet," you mused, tilting your head, "here you are. Still on your knees."

Her lips parted—then snapped shut again, her jaw working as she visibly fought back whatever retort was on the tip of her tongue.

The smirk on Jeongyeon’s lips faltered for just a second—just long enough for you to catch the flicker of something raw beneath the snark. She exhaled sharply through her nose, her fingers stilling where they’d been wiping at her cheek. "This is fucked up," she muttered, more to herself than to you.

You didn’t respond immediately, letting the silence stretch between you, heavy with everything left unsaid. Jeongyeon’s gaze dropped to the floor, her shoulders tensing. "I hate that I don’t hate this."

You tilted your head, studying her. "Guilt doesn’t suit you." She barked out a laugh, bitter and sharp. "Yeah, well, neither does cheating on my husband."

There it was. The admission, ugly and unfiltered, hanging in the air like a grenade with the pin pulled. You didn’t flinch. "You think I don’t know that?"

Jeongyeon’s eyes snapped up to yours, searching—for judgment, for disgust, maybe even for permission. But all she found was quiet understanding. "Then why—?" Her voice cracked.

"Because you needed it," you said simply. "Not just the sex. Not just the distraction. This—someone who doesn’t look at you like you’re a problem to fix."

Her breath hitched. You reached out, brushing a thumb over her cheekbone, smearing the last traces of your release still clinging to her skin. "He’s drowning, and he’s dragging you down with him. But you? You’re still alive."

Jeongyeon shuddered, her lashes fluttering shut for a brief moment before she forced them open again. "That’s not an excuse."

"Did I say it was?" You leaned in, close enough that your breath ghosted over her lips. "I’m just telling you the truth. Whether you want to hear it or not."

She swallowed hard, her fingers curling into fists at her sides. "I hate you." You smirked. "Liar." Jeongyeon didn’t argue.

The air between you was thick with something heavier than lust—something raw and unspoken, tangled in the way Jeongyeon's breath still hitched when you touched her, in the way her fingers trembled even as she tried to glare at you.

You let the silence stretch a beat longer, watching the conflict play out behind her eyes—guilt, want, frustration, all warring for dominance. Then, with a slow smirk, you leaned in, your voice dropping to a whisper. "Tell you what," you murmured, your thumb dragging along her lower lip. "Let me distract you properly."

Jeongyeon's brow furrowed. "What the hell is that supposed to—ah!"

Her protest cut off in a sharp gasp as you suddenly gripped her thighs and yanked her forward, dragging her across the floor until her legs were sprawled on either side of your hips. She barely had time to brace her hands against your shoulders before you were leaning in, your breath hot against the inside of her thigh.

"You're thinking too much," you muttered, nipping at the sensitive skin there just to feel her jolt. "So shut up and let me fix that."

Jeongyeon's breath came faster, her fingers tightening in your shirt. "Y-you—"

With deliberate slowness, you hooked your fingers into the waistband of her jeans, peeling them down her hips along with her soaked panties. The scent of her hit you immediately—warm, heady, undeniably hers—and you groaned, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the crease of her thigh.

"Fuck," Jeongyeon whimpered, her hips jerking involuntarily.

You chuckled darkly, your hands sliding under her ass to lift her just enough—then, without warning, you licked a slow, filthy stripe from her entrance all the way up to her clit. Jeongyeon arched, a broken cry tearing from her throat as her thighs clamped around your head. "Oh my god—!

You didn't give her a chance to recover. Your tongue swirled around her clit in tight, relentless circles, your fingers digging into her hips to keep her from squirming away. She was drowning in it—her back bowed off the floor, her hands fisting in your hair hard enough to hurt, her breath coming in ragged, uneven gasps.

"You taste perfect," you growled against her, the vibration drawing another desperate whimper from her lips. "Bet you'd come perfect, too."

Jeongyeon sobbed something incoherent, her hips canting into your mouth shamelessly now, chasing the pleasure with a desperation that bordered on pathetic. And you let her.

You let her grind against your tongue, let her fingers tug at your hair, let her fall apart—because for once, she wasn't thinking about debts or guilt or her failing marriage.

She was just feeling. And God, was it beautiful.

Jeongyeon’s thighs trembled violently as she hovered above your face, her breath coming in ragged, uneven gasps. The flush on her chest had deepened, spreading down to the tops of her breasts, her skin glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. Her fingers dug into the back of the couch for balance, her knuckles white with tension.

“Fuck—fuck, wait—” she panted, her voice strangled. You smirked up at her, your hands gripping the backs of her thighs, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh there. “Scared?”

Her eyes flashed—dark, defiant, needy. “Shut up,” she hissed, but her hips jerked forward anyway, her cunt hovering just inches from your mouth.

You exhaled, slow and deliberate, letting your breath ghost over her slick folds. Jeongyeon whimpered, her thighs tightening around your head. “Do it,” you murmured, your voice rough. “Sit.”

For a heartbeat, she hesitated—then, with a sharp inhale, she lowered herself onto your mouth in one slow, deliberate motion.

The moment your tongue made contact, she jolted, a broken cry tearing from her throat as her hands flew to your hair, fisting in it desperately. “Oh—oh my god—!”

You groaned against her, the sound vibrating through her entire body as you licked a slow, filthy stripe from her entrance to her clit. Jeongyeon’s hips jerked forward instinctively, grinding against your mouth with a shameless, desperate roll.

“Fuck—right there—!” she gasped, her thighs clamping around your head as you swirled your tongue around her clit in tight, relentless circles.

You could feel her unraveling—the way her muscles tensed, the way her breath hitched, the way her fingers tugged at your hair hard enough to hurt. She was close, teetering on the edge, her entire body coiled tight with tension.

And then— “Wait—!” she suddenly gasped, her hands yanking your head back just enough to break contact. You blinked up at her, your lips still wet with her. “Problem?”

Jeongyeon’s chest heaved, her pupils blown wide with lust. “I—I don’t—” She swallowed hard, her grip on your hair loosening slightly. “I don’t wanna come yet.”

You raised an eyebrow. “No?” She shook her head, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. “I want—fuck—I want you to ruin me first.”

Your smirk returned, slow and predatory. “Oh, Jeongyeon,” you murmured, your hands sliding up to grip her hips. “You should’ve just said so.”

Then, without warning, you yanked her back down onto your mouth. The moment your tongue delved back in, Jeongyeon’s entire body arched—her back bowing off the couch, her thighs clamping around your head like a vice. A broken, guttural moan tore from her throat as you licked into her with slow, filthy precision, your nose brushing against her clit with every upward stroke.

“F-fuck—!” Her fingers twisted violently in your hair, yanking hard enough to make your scalp sting. “Right there—don’t stop—!”

Your hands slid up to grip her ass, fingers digging into the supple flesh as you pulled her harder against your mouth, your tongue swirling around her clit in tight, relentless circles. Jeongyeon jolted, her hips jerking erratically as she ground down onto your face, her wetness smearing across your chin. “Hahh—! Oh god—!” Her voice was raw, wrecked, her breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps. “M-more—!”

Your tongue flicked faster, your lips sealing around her clit to suck hard, just the way you knew she liked it. Jeongyeon shrieked, her thighs trembling violently as her orgasm crashed over her—wave after wave of pleasure wracking her body as she clenched around nothing, her cunt pulsing against your tongue. But you didn’t let up.

The moment her high started to fade, you dug your tongue back in, licking broad, flat strokes from her entrance to her oversensitive clit. Jeongyeon sobbed, her hands shoving weakly at your forehead. “W-wait—too much—!”

You ignored her. Your fingers tightened on her ass, holding her in place as you lapped at her, your tongue fucking into her in shallow, teasing thrusts. Jeongyeon’s protests dissolved into wordless, hysterical moans, her body twitching helplessly as you pushed her right back to the edge.

“Ngh—! P-please—!” Her voice was barely a whisper, her thighs shaking uncontrollably. “I c-can’t—!” You pulled back just enough to smirk up at her, your lips glistening. “You can,” you murmured, before diving back in.

For a brief, suspended moment, the only sound in the room was Jeongyeon’s ragged breathing—uneven, exhausted, her chest rising and falling in shallow tremors. Her fingers, still tangled loosely in your hair, twitched weakly as she tried to catch her breath, her thighs slackening around your head just enough to let cool air brush against her overheated skin.

You pulled back slightly, resting your forehead against the inside of her thigh, your own breath warm against her damp skin. Jeongyeon exhaled shakily, her voice hoarse. "...You're insane." You chuckled, pressing a soft, almost chaste kiss to the crease of her thigh. "And yet you're still here." She huffed, her fingers flexing in your hair—not pulling, just holding. "Shut up."

You grinned, tilting your head to nuzzle against her skin, your lips brushing feather-light over the faint marks your stubble had left behind. Jeongyeon shivered, but she didn’t push you away.

For a heartbeat, it was almost sweet—the way her fingers carded through your hair absently, the way her breath steadied just slightly, the way her body relaxed incrementally under your touch.

Then, with a slow, deliberate smirk, you dragged your tongue up the inside of her thigh—teasing, not quite touching where she really wanted you. Jeongyeon growled, her grip tightening in your hair. "Asshole."

You laughed, low and rough. "You love it." Her eyes narrowed, her lips curling into something dangerously close to a smile—before she yanked your head back where she wanted you. "Prove it."

Jeongyeon barely had time to gasp before your hands were under her thighs, lifting her effortlessly off the couch. Her arms instinctively wrapped around your neck, her breath hitching as you carried her through the dimly lit apartment—her legs dangling over your forearm, her back pressed flush against your chest.

"W-wait—" she stammered, but you were already pushing open the bedroom door with your shoulder, the hinges creaking softly in protest.

The bed dipped under her weight as you dropped her onto the mattress, her body bouncing slightly before settling against the rumpled sheets. Jeongyeon propped herself up on her elbows, her hair mussed, her lips still swollen from earlier—but before she could speak, you were crawling over her, your hands sliding up her sides to the hem of her shirt. "Off," you ordered, your voice rough.

Jeongyeon exhaled sharply, but she didn't argue—just lifted her arms obediently as you tugged the fabric over her head, tossing it somewhere to the side. Her bra followed seconds later, the clasp giving way with a practiced flick of your fingers.

And then—there she was. Her breasts spilled into your palms the moment you cupped them, warm and heavy, her nipples already pebbled under your touch. Jeongyeon whimpered, her back arching off the bed as your thumbs brushed over the sensitive peaks, circling them in slow, teasing strokes.

"Fuck," she breathed, her fingers twisting in the sheets.

You smirked, leaning down to drag your tongue over one taut bud, savoring the way her breath hitched. "Like that?"

Jeongyeon nodded frantically, her hips canting up uselessly. "Y-yes—more—"

You obliged, sealing your lips around her nipple and sucking hard, your tongue flicking over the peak in quick, relentless circles. Jeongyeon cried out, her back bowing off the mattress as pleasure shot straight to her core, her thighs clamping together instinctively. "Ahh—!" Her hands flew to your hair, tugging desperately. "D-don't stop—!"

You had no intention of stopping. Switching to her other breast, you lavished it with the same attention—nipping, licking, sucking until she was writhing beneath you, her moans growing increasingly broken. "So sensitive," you murmured against her skin, your teeth grazing her nipple just to hear her squeak. "Bet I could make you come just like this."

Jeongyeon's breath stuttered, her hips jerking at the thought—but before she could respond, you pinched her neglected nipple between your fingers, rolling it roughly.

Jeongyeon’s chest heaved under your mouth, her skin glistening with a mix of sweat and spit as you dragged your tongue in broad, sloppy strokes from the swell of one breast to the other. Her nipples were stiff and flushed, pebbled from the constant attention—and you weren’t done yet.

You leaned back just enough to watch the way her breath hitched, her eyes dark and half-lidded as she stared up at you. Then, with deliberate slowness, you let a thick string of saliva drip from your lips onto her left nipple. "F-fuck—" she gasped, her back arching off the bed as the cool wetness hit her overheated skin.

You smirked, blowing lightly on the spit-slick peak just to watch her shiver. "You like that?" Jeongyeon’s fingers twisted in the sheets, her thighs pressing together restlessly. "Y-you’re disgusting," she breathed, but the way her chest rose and fell betrayed her.

"Mm, sure," you hummed, before leaning back down and licking a long, filthy stripe up the underside of her breast, gathering the spit that had pooled there. Jeongyeon whined, her hips jerking as your tongue swirled around her nipple again, this time with just enough pressure to make her toes curl.

"Hahh—!" Her hands flew to your hair, gripping tight as you sealed your lips around her and sucked hard, your tongue pressing flat against the sensitive bud.

You could feel her trembling beneath you, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps as you switched to her other breast, repeating the same torturous attention—slobbering over her skin, letting spit drip down the curve before licking it back up with slow, exaggerated strokes. Jeongyeon’s moans grew increasingly desperate, her back arching off the bed as you teased her mercilessly, your mouth hot and wet against her. "M-more—" she begged, her voice cracking.

You pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, your lips still glistening. "More what?" Jeongyeon’s cheeks flushed darker, her chest rising and falling rapidly. "More—fuck—more of this—"

You grinned. "Good girl." Then you dove back in, your mouth drowning her in sensation—sucking, licking, slobbering over every inch of her tits until she was a writhing, whimpering mess beneath you.

The last of Jeongyeon’s clothing hit the floor with a soft thud, leaving her bare beneath you—her skin flushed, her chest still heaving from the relentless attention you’d paid to her breasts. Your own clothes followed soon after, tossed carelessly aside until there was nothing left between you but the slick heat of skin on skin.

Your cock, already spit-slick and heavy from earlier, twitched against her thigh as you settled between her legs. Jeongyeon’s breath hitched at the contact, her hips canting up instinctively—but you didn’t give her what she wanted. Not yet.

Instead, your fingers trailed down her stomach, tracing idle circles over her hipbones before dipping lower, just brushing the damp curls between her thighs. Jeongyeon jolted, her nails digging into your shoulders. “Fuck—quit teasing—”

You smirked, pressing a single finger against her entrance, relishing the way her breath stuttered. “You’re already dripping,” you murmured, dragging your fingertip through her slick folds before pushing in, just to the first knuckle. Jeongyeon’s back arched, a choked moan spilling from her lips as her walls fluttered around you. “Ahh—!”

“So fucking wet,” you growled, curling your finger just so, drawing another broken sound from her throat. “All for me?” Jeongyeon’s lips curled into a smirk, despite the way her thighs trembled around your hand. “Don’t—hnngh—don’t flatter yourself,” she panted, her hips rolling against your fingers. “I just—ah!—haven’t been fucked properly in ages.”

You chuckled, adding a second finger and scissoring them slowly, stretching her as her breath came in sharp, uneven gasps. “Liar,” you murmured, leaning down to nip at her collarbone. “You’re starving for it.”

Jeongyeon whined, her nails scraping down your back as you crooked your fingers, rubbing against that spot inside her with deliberate precision. “Shit—!”

You didn’t let up, your thumb circling her clit in tight, relentless strokes as your fingers fucked into her, slow and deep. “Tell me,” you demanded, your voice rough. “Tell me how bad you want it.”

Jeongyeon’s head thrashed against the pillows, her thighs clamping around your wrist as pleasure coiled tight in her gut. “I—fuck—I hate you—”

You laughed, pressing harder, faster, until her words dissolved into a wordless, hysterical moan. “Yeah?” you taunted, your lips brushing her ear. “Then why are you shaking?”

Jeongyeon sobbed, her hips jerking erratically as you pushed her closer and closer to the edge—until, with a sharp cry, she shattered, her cunt clenching around your fingers as her orgasm ripped through her. You didn’t stop. Not until she was whimpering, her hands shoving weakly at your wrist. “T-too much—”

You pulled your fingers free with a wet pop, bringing them to your lips and licking her taste off with a satisfied hum. “Perfect,” you murmured, before leaning down to kiss her—deep and filthy, letting her taste herself on your tongue.

Jeongyeon moaned into your mouth, her fingers tangling in your hair as she kissed you back with equal fervor. When you finally pulled away, her lips were swollen, her eyes dark with want.

“Now,” she panted, her legs hooking around your hips, pulling you closer. “Fuck me.”

You grinned, your cock pressing against her entrance, the tip already slick with her arousal. “Gladly.”

The first thrust was deliberate—slow, torturous, the thick head of your cock spreading her open inch by obscene inch until Jeongyeon’s nails carved crescent moons into your shoulders, her breath stuttering in her throat like a broken record. “F-fuck—” she choked out, her cunt fluttering around you as you bottomed out, her walls clenching like they were trying to milk you dry already.

You groaned, your hips pressing flush against hers, your cock twitching inside her as you gave her a moment to adjust—though adjusting was a fucking joke when her pussy was dripping, her thighs shaking like she’d been starved for it.

Jeongyeon’s head tipped back, her lips parted in a silent gasp as you pulled out almost all the way—just to slam back in with a sharp snap of your hips that punched a ragged scream from her lungs.

“AHHH—!”

That’s more like it. Your hands dug into the meat of her thighs, spreading her wider as you set a brutal pace—no finesse, no patience, just raw, filthy fucking, your cock pistoning in and out of her with enough force to make the bed creak beneath you.

Jeongyeon sobbed, her back arching off the mattress as you hammered into her, each thrust dragging over that spot inside her that made her vision whiten at the edges. “S-shit—!” Her fingers scrambled for purchase, clawing at the sheets like she was clinging for life. “H-harder—!”

You laughed, breathless, your hips snapping forward with enough force to jolt her up the bed. “Greedy,” you growled, your fingers digging into her hips hard enough to bruise as you yanked her back onto your cock. “Take it.”

Jeongyeon’s mouth fell open in a silent scream, her cunt squeezing around you like a vice as you pounded into her, the wet, squelching sounds of her pussy taking you filling the room alongside her broken moans. “F-fuck—!” Her legs locked around your waist, her heels digging into your ass as if she could force you deeper. “Ruin it—!”

Your fingers tangled violently in Jeongyeon's sweat-damp hair, wrenching her head back until her throat strained in a perfect, vulnerable arch. The choked gasp that spilled from her lips sent a surge of possessive heat straight to your cock, buried to the hilt inside her clenching warmth.

"Look at you," you snarled, your hips snapping forward in a brutal piston motion that made her toes curl against the small of your back. "Taking my cock like a fucking slut after all that whining."

Jeongyeon's moan cracked into a sob as you angled deeper, the wet slap of skin-on-skin echoing off the walls with each merciless thrust. "S-shut u—AHH!" Her protest dissolved into a shriek as you yanked her hair harder, exposing the fluttering pulse at her throat to your teeth.

You bit down - not enough to break skin but enough to make her squirm, her cunt convulsing around you in desperate little spasms. "You love this," you growled against her sweat-slick skin, punctuating each word with a punishing snap of your hips. "Love getting used, love being my filthy little cock sleeve—"

"Nnh—liar—!" she keened, but the way her nails scored bloody crescents down your back betrayed her. Her thighs trembled where they clamped around your waist, her slick coating your balls with every filthy thrust.

A cruel smirk curled your lips as you adjusted your grip, wrapping her hair around your fist like a rein before pulling - forcing her to meet your gaze through tear-blurred lashes. "Then why," you hissed, driving into her with a particularly vicious stroke that made her eyes roll back, "are you dripping all over my dick, Jeongyeon?"

Her mouth opened - to protest, to curse you, to beg - but all that escaped was a broken wail as you pounded into her, your free hand groping the sweat-slick swell of her breast to pinch a nipple hard. The dual sensations tore another ragged scream from her throat, her walls fluttering around you in erratic pulses as she teetered dangerously close to the edge.

"N-not—not yet—!" she sobbed, her hips jerking in aborted little circles, torn between chasing her pleasure and fleeing the overwhelming sensation.

You laughed - your thrusts turning erratic as your own control frayed. "Beg me to stop then," you challenged, your teeth grazing the shell of her ear. "Go on. Try."

Jeongyeon's breath hitched - her lips parted - Jeongyeon's ragged panting filled the air as her thighs trembled around your waist, her cunt still spasming weakly from the brutal pace you'd set. Sweat glistened along her collarbones, her chest rising and falling in sharp, uneven jerks as she struggled to catch her breath.

But then—her lips curled. A slow, defiant smirk spread across her swollen mouth, her eyes—still hazy with lust—locking onto yours with something dangerously close to challenge. "You really think..." she panted, her hips rolling just enough to make your cock twitch inside her, "...that this is the worst I've taken?"

Your grip tightened in her hair instinctively, yanking her head back further until her throat arched. "Oh?" you murmured, your thumb brushing roughly over her nipple. "You saying you can handle more?"

Jeongyeon's smirk widened, even as her breath hitched when you twisted your hips, grinding deep. "I'm saying..." she gasped, her fingers scrambling against the sheets, "...you're not half as scary as you think you are."

Bold words.

You chuckled, your free hand sliding down to grip her thigh, digging your fingers into the soft flesh hard enough to bruise. "Let's test that theory," you purred—before slamming back into her with enough force to make the headboard crack against the wall. Jeongyeon's back arched off the bed, a broken scream tearing from her throat as you set a punishing new rhythm, each thrust jarring through her with brutal precision. "F-fuck—!"

"Scared yet?" you taunted, your voice rough with strain as her walls clenched around you, her body betraying her bravado with every ragged moan. Jeongyeon's nails dug into your shoulders, her legs locking around your waist tighter—pulling you deeper. "N-not even—ahh!—close," she gasped, her smirk wavering but still there. Oh, you'd break that smirk soon enough.

The air was thick with the scent of sex—musky, primal, hers—as your hips pistoned into Jeongyeon with relentless, animalistic force. Sweat dripped from your brow onto her heaving chest, mingling with the sheen glistening across her flushed skin. Every brutal thrust punched another ragged sound from her throat—ah-ah-AHH!—her voice cracking under the assault.

Jeongyeon’s thighs trembled where they locked around your waist, her heels digging into the small of your back as if she could somehow force you deeper. Her cunt was drenched, clenching around you in erratic spasms, the wet squelch of your cock plunging in and out obscenely loud in the otherwise silent room.

“F-fuck—fuck—!” she sobbed, her nails carving crimson trails down your shoulders. “Y-you’re—nngh!—gonna break me—!”

You laughed, dark and breathless, your fingers tightening in her hair as you yanked her head back, exposing the delicate column of her throat to your teeth. “Good,” you groaned before biting down, sucking a bruise into her pulse point as you hammered into her with enough force to jolt her up the bed.

Jeongyeon screeched, her back arching off the mattress, her walls fluttering around you in desperate, uneven clenches. “I-I can’t—!”

“You can,” you snarled, your thrusts turning erratic, your balls slapping against her ass with every snap of your hips. “You’re gonna take it—gonna take every fucking drop—”

Her breath hitched—her eyes widened— And then you slammed into her one last time, burying yourself to the hilt as your orgasm ripped through you with blinding force. “FUCK!”

Hot ropes of cum pulsed deep into her womb, your cock twitching violently as you filled her, your hips grinding forward in shallow, instinctive rolls to milk yourself dry. Jeongyeon wailed, her cunt convulsing around you as her own climax crashed over her—wave after wave of pleasure wracking her body as she dripped around your still-spurting cock.

For a moment, the only sounds were your ragged breathing and the wet drip of your combined releases leaking from her stretched hole.

Then—Jeongyeon collapsed back onto the mattress, her limbs boneless, her chest rising and falling in uneven jerks. “...holy shit,” she slurred, her voice wrecked. You smirked, pressing one last, filthy kiss to her swollen lips. “Told you I’d ruin you.”

The room was quiet now, the only sound the soft hum of the air conditioner and the steady rhythm of Jeongyeon’s breathing as she lay beside you, her body still warm and pliant from the aftershocks of pleasure. The sheets were tangled around your legs, the scent of sex still lingering in the air, but for now, none of that mattered.

Her fingers traced idle patterns across your chest, her touch feather-light, as if she were memorizing the feel of your skin. You turned your head to look at her, and for the first time that night, her expression was unguarded—soft, almost vulnerable in the dim light. "This was... nice," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "More than nice, actually."

A small, tired smile curved her lips, but there was something in her eyes—something bittersweet, something final. You knew what this was. A goodbye. Your chest tightened, but you didn’t let it show. Instead, you reached up, brushing a stray lock of hair from her forehead before letting your fingers linger against her cheek. "Yeah," you agreed quietly. "It was."

Jeongyeon exhaled, her lashes fluttering as she leaned into your touch for just a second longer before pulling away. "I mean it," she said, her voice firmer now, though still laced with something unspoken. "I’ll... remember this."

But not enough to stay. The words hung between you, unvoiced but understood. You swallowed the ache in your throat and smiled—really smiled—because if this was all you got, then you’d make sure it was enough. "Good," you said, your thumb brushing one last time over her cheekbone. "Then it was worth it."

Jeongyeon’s breath hitched, just slightly, before she shifted, curling into your side with a quiet sigh. You wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer, memorizing the weight of her against you—the way her body fit so perfectly against yours, as if it were made to be there. But morning would come. And when it did, she would leave. For now, though—just for tonight—you let yourself pretend.

Sunlight streamed through the blinds, painting stripes of gold across the rumpled sheets where she had been. You reached out before you were fully awake, fingers brushing empty space—still warm, but not enough. The pillow beside you bore the faintest indentation, the ghost of her weight already fading.

The apartment was silent. No rustle of fabric. No hum of the shower running. No soft, sleep-roughened voice murmuring good morning. Just stillness.

You sat up, running a hand through your hair as your gaze swept the room. Her clothes—scattered across the floor last night—were gone. The glass of water she’d left on the nightstand was untouched. And on the pillow, a single folded note. You didn’t need to open it to know what it said. Some things weren’t meant to last.

You exhaled, slow and measured, before swinging your legs over the edge of the bed. The sheets still smelled like her—like sweat and perfume and something hers—but even that would fade soon. Morning had come. And just like she promised, she was gone.

Interlude: Strangers Again

The first time you saw her after that night was at the grand reopening of her boutique.

Jeongyeon stood near the entrance, dressed in a crisp white blouse and tailored slacks, her hair pulled back in a sleek ponytail. She looked every bit the polished business owner—smiling at customers, shaking hands with investors, her laughter bright and practiced. And when her eyes met yours across the room, there was nothing. No flicker of recognition. No warmth. No guilt. Just the polite, detached smile she reserved for strangers.b

Your chest tightened, but you kept your expression neutral as you approached. "Congratulations," you said, handing her the envelope—the final paperwork that would secure her shop’s future. "Thank you," she replied, her fingers brushing yours for the briefest second before pulling away. "We appreciate your help."

We. Not I. Not you and me.

Just we—the royal kind, the kind that meant nothing at all. You forced a smile. "Of course. Business is business." jeongyeon nodded, already turning to greet the next guest, her dismissal clear.

The second time was at a supplier meeting.

You sat across from her in a too-bright conference room, the terms of the new contract laid out between you like a battlefield. Jeongyeon’s husband—tall, broad-shouldered, with a grip that lingered just a second too long when he shook your hand—flanked her like a guard dog. "We’re grateful for your continued support," he said, his voice smooth. "Jeongyeon’s told me how instrumental you’ve been."

You glanced at her, searching for something—a crack in the facade, a hint of the woman who’d gasped your name into the dark. But she just sipped her coffee, her gaze fixed on the paperwork. "Just doing my job," you replied.

Jeongyeon’s pen paused mid-signature. For a heartbeat, the air between you thickened—then she exhaled, scribbling her name with a flourish before pushing the document toward you. "Then consider this the final step," she said, her voice steady. "We won’t need to trouble you anymore."

Her husband smiled. You pretended not to notice the way her knuckles whitened around her cup.

The last time was an accident.

You turned a corner in the shopping district and there she was—no husband, no customers, just Jeongyeon in a sundress, her arms full of fabric samples.

For a second, neither of you moved. Then, quietly: "...Hi." The word was so soft you almost missed it. You swallowed. "Hi."

Jeongyeon shifted her grip on the samples, her eyes darting past your shoulder like she expected someone to appear. "The shop’s doing well," she said finally.

"I heard." a pause. The tension between you was palpable, thick with everything unsaid. Then— "I should go," she murmured, already stepping around you.

You didn’t stop her. But as she walked away, you could’ve sworn you saw her fingers rise—just for a second—to touch the spot on her neck where your teeth had left a mark.

Then she rounded the corner. And just like before, she was gone.

One Month Later

Rain pattered against the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the Seoul skyline into streaks of neon and shadow. You leaned back in your chair, fingers steepled beneath your chin as you scanned the quarterly reports—numbers and projections that usually held your focus. Tonight, they were just ink on paper.

A knock at the door. "Come in," you called, not looking up.The door creaked open. Silence.

Then—

"...Hi."

A voice you hadn't heard in weeks. A voice that shouldn't have made your pulse jump. Your head snapped up.

Jeongyeon stood in the doorway, her hair damp from the rain, her fingers twisting around the strap of her purse. No polished smile. No husband in sight. Just her—eyes wide, lips parted, like she'd just run here. Like she wasn't sure why she came. The clock on the wall ticked once. Twice.

You opened your mouth—

Jeongyeon’s Interlude – One Month Earlier

Jeongyeon had slipped out before dawn, her body still singing with the aftershocks of your touch, her skin still carrying the phantom weight of your hands. The note she left was deliberate—polite, impersonal, final. A clean break. Or so she told herself.

But reality had other plans.

Her husband barely noticed her absence when she returned home. He was already halfway through his morning coffee, scrolling through stocks on his phone. "Shop’s reopening next week," she said, testing the waters.

"Mm," he grunted, not looking up. "Good." That was it. No questions. No how did you pull this off? No thank you.

Jeongyeon’s fingers clenched around her own cup. You would’ve asked. You would’ve cared. She swallowed the Thought like a poison.

Two Weeks Later

The boutique flourished. Customers returned. Investors smiled. Her husband, for the first time in months, looked at her. "We should celebrate," he said one night, his hand sliding up her thigh under the dinner table. Jeongyeon stiffened.

His touch was wrong—too familiar, too entitled, like he’d earned the right to her body simply because the business was thriving again. You had touched her like she was precious. She forced a smile. "Not tonight." His expression darkened, but he let her go.

Three Weeks Later

The first time her husband tried to fuck her after that night with you, it was a disaster.

He didn’t prepare her. Didn’t kiss her. Just rolled on top of her, rutting into her dry cunt like he was claiming territory. Jeongyeon bit her lip until it bled, her mind treacherously replaying the way you had worshipped her—the way your tongue had lapped at her until she dripped, the way your cock had stretched her just right, the way you’d whispered against her skin—

"You’re not even wet," her husband snapped, pulling out with a frustrated grunt. She turned her face into the pillow. "Sorry." He didn’t try again.

Four Weeks Later

The dreams started.

Vivid, filthy dreams of you—of your mouth between her thighs, of your hands pinning her wrists, of your voice growling "mine" as you came inside her.

Jeongyeon woke up aching, her panties soaked, her husband snoring beside her. Guilt curdled in her stomach. But worse than the guilt? The longing.

The Breaking Point

The final straw came on a Tuesday.

Her husband brought her coffee—remembered her order for the first time in years—and smiled like he expected a medal.

Jeongyeon stared at the cup, her chest tight.

You had helped her when she had nothing. You had looked at her like she was everything. And what had her husband done? Waited until the storm passed to pretend he gave a damn? Something inside her snapped.

Present Day – Your Office

Rain streaked the windows as Jeongyeon stepped inside, her breaths coming too fast. She looked wrecked. Her hair was damp, her lips bitten raw, her eyes wild with something between desperation and fury.

"Tell me it was just sex," she demanded, her voice trembling. "Tell me you didn’t mean any of it."

The clock ticked. Outside, thunder rumbled. And Jeongyeon—proud, stubborn, broken Jeongyeon—finally cracked. "Because I can’t stop thinking about you."

The air between you crackled like live wires as Jeongyeon stood frozen in your office doorway, raindrops glistening in her hair like shattered diamonds. Your fingers twitched against the armrest of your chair—instinct urging you to stand, to reach for her, to wipe that storm-tossed vulnerability from her face.

Instead, you let the silence stretch. Let her squirm.

Then—slow as sunrise—your lips curved into a smile. Not the polite, professional one you’d worn at her boutique reopening or those agonizing supplier meetings. This was something darker. Hungrier.

"Jeongyeon-ssi," you purred, leaning back in your chair with deliberate laziness. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Her throat bobbed. You watched the way her fingers tightened around her purse strap—knuckles whitening—before she lifted her chin. "Don’t." A single syllable, sharp as shattered glass. "Don’t fucking pretend with me."

Oh?

You arched a brow, swiveling your chair just enough to let one knee fall open in a silent invitation. "Then tell me why you’re here," you countered, voice dropping to a velvet growl. "And look me in the eye when you say it."

For a heartbeat, she wavered. Then—

"I hate you." The words tore from her like a confession, her chest heaving. "I hate how you—how you look at me. Like you see me. Like you—" Her voice broke.

You didn’t move. Didn’t blink. "Like I what?"

Jeongyeon flinched.

And that’s when you struck.

Rising fluidly, you closed the distance between you in three strides, crowding her back against the door until it clicked shut behind her. She gasped as your palm slapped against the wood beside her head, caging her in.

"Say it," you demanded, your breath hot against her parted lips. "Or I’ll walk away right now."

A lie. You’d burn the world before walking away from her again.

Jeongyeon’s eyes flooded with furious, traitorous want.

"Like you love me," she whispered.

The moment the words left Jeongyeon’s lips—like you love me—your fingers were already moving.

One hand still braced against the door, the other slipped beneath the waistband of her skirt, fingertips skating over damp silk before finding her aching clit in one ruthless stroke.

“Ahh—!”

Jeongyeon’s back arched off the door, her hips jerking against your hand as a broken moan tore from her throat. Her nails dug into your shoulders, her entire body trembling—betrayed by how wet she already was.

“F-fuck—!” she gasped, her head thudding back against the wood. “W-wait—!”

You didn’t.

Your thumb circled her clit in tight, cruel spirals, your lips brushing her ear as she squirmed. “You don’t get to say that,” you growled, “and then tell me to stop.”

Jeongyeon whined, her thighs clamping around your wrist as pleasure jolted through her—sharp and too much after a month of nothing. “I—I didn’t—!”

“Didn’t what?” You nipped at her earlobe, your fingers sliding lower to tease her entrance, gathering her slick. “Didn’t miss this?” A slow, torturous push inside—just one finger, just to feel her clench. “Didn’t dream about it?”

“Ngh—!” Her breath came in ragged pants, her hips rolling helplessly against your hand. “Y-you bastard—!”

You laughed, dark and breathless, curling your finger just so—

Jeongyeon screamed, her cunt pulsing around you as her orgasm ripped through her without warning. Her knees buckled, her entire body seizing as she soaked your fingers, her moans filthy and unrestrained.

You held her up, your lips grazing her temple as she shook through the aftershocks. “Now,” you murmured, “tell me why you’re really here.”

Jeongyeon’s breath hitched—her eyes glassy, her lips swollen—before she collapsed against you, her voice barely a whisper.

“…I couldn’t stay away.”

Jeongyeon’s body still trembled against you, her thighs slick with the evidence of just how easily she fell apart under your touch. You withdrew your fingers slowly, watching her eyelashes flutter at the loss—before pressing them against her lips.

“Lick.”

A command, not a request.

Her breath hitched, but after a heartbeat of defiance, her tongue darted out, obediently cleaning her own arousal from your fingers. The sight sent a bolt of possessive heat straight to your cock—fuck, she was made for this. Made for you.

You tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet your gaze. “You really thought you could pretend we were just colleagues?” Your thumb dragged over her bottom lip, smearing the last traces of her taste. “After the way you screamed for me? After the way you came on my cock like a slut?”

Jeongyeon flinched, but her pupils were blown, her chest rising and falling in erratic little jerks. “I—I had to—”

“Had to what?” Your voice dropped, sharp as a blade. “Run back to a husband who only touches you when the business is profitable? Who fucks you like he’s doing you a favor?”

A choked sound escaped her throat—half-protest, half-sob—but you didn’t relent.

“I helped you,” you snarled, your fingers tightening in her hair. “Not for the shop. Not for gratitude. Because I wanted you—every damn part of you. And you knew that.”

Jeongyeon’s lips parted, but no words came.

You leaned in, your mouth brushing her ear. “But here’s the truth, baby.” A dark chuckle. “You liked it. Liked knowing I’d ruin everything just to keep you. Liked knowing I ached for you while you played fucking house.”

Her breath stuttered.

“And today?” You pulled back just enough to see the guilt and want warring in her eyes. “You couldn’t take it anymore, could you? Couldn’t stand another night of his pathetic dick when you remembered how mine felt.”

Jeongyeon whimpered, her hips twitching forward like she was already seeking friction.

You grinned.

“Say it.”

A beat of silence. Then—

“I missed you,” she gasped, her voice breaking. “I missed your hands, your mouth, your—fuck—your cock.” Her nails dug into your biceps. “I hate that I do, but I—I can’t stop—”

There it was.

The confession you’d been waiting for.

You let out a slow, satisfied exhale before sealing your lips over hers in a kiss that was more punishment than affection—tongue sliding against hers, stealing her breath, claiming her all over again.

When you pulled away, her lips were bruised, her eyes dazed.

“Good girl,” you murmured, dragging your thumb over her swollen mouth. “Now let’s fix that problem of yours.”

The moment your lips crashed back into hers, Jeongyeon melted—her defiance dissolving into a needy, sloppy mess of tongue and teeth. You could taste her surrender, bitter and sweet all at once—coffee from earlier, the lingering salt of her arousal, the sharp tang of her guilt.

Her mouth was sinful, opening eagerly under yours as she moaned, her hands scrambling to grip your shirt like she was afraid you’d vanish.

"Mmhn~... Fuck," she gasped when you bit her lower lip, tugging just hard enough to make her whimper.

You smirked against her mouth, one hand sliding down to palm the plush curve of her ass through her skirt, squeezing roughly. "This what you missed?"

Jeongyeon jolted, her hips instinctively rocking forward—only for your other hand to slide up, fingers roughly kneading the soft weight of her breast through her blouse.

"Ahh~!" Her back arched, pressing herself deeper into your touch as her nipple hardened under your palm. "Y-yes—more—"

You let out a dark chuckle, rolling her stiffened peak between your fingers before dragging her blouse down just enough to expose her.

"Look at you," you murmured, watching her flushed skin pebble under your gaze. "One month without me, and you're desperate."

She whined, her breath hitching as you leaned down, sealing your lips around her nipple and sucking hard—

"Ngh~! Hahh—!" Her nails clawed at your shoulders, her thighs trembling as you teased her with your teeth, your tongue, your hands—every touch calculated to remind her exactly what she’d been missing.

The storm outside raged—thunder cracking like a whip, rain slashing against the floor-to-ceiling windows in furious streaks. The city below was a blur of smeared neon and shadow, the glass trembling faintly under the wind’s assault.

And yet, all Jeongyeon could hear was the ragged sound of her own breathing.

Your mouth was everywhere—hot and demanding as it trailed down her throat, teeth scraping over her pulse before laving the sting away with your tongue. Your hands mapped her body like you were relearning her, reclaiming her—one rough squeeze of her ass, one possessive grope of her breast at a time.

“Ahh~… ngh…” Her head fell back against the window, the glass cool against her feverish skin. The contrast was maddening—the storm’s chill at her back, your heat pressed against her front.

You smirked, watching her reflection in the rain-streaked glass—cheeks flushed, lips swollen, blouse half-undone, skirt rucked up around her hips. “Look at you,” you murmured, nipping at her earlobe. “My pretty little mess.”

Jeongyeon whined, her hips jerking forward in search of friction, but you held her still, your grip firm.

“Not yet,” you chided, dragging your fingers down her stomach, tracing the waistband of her panties—soaked through, just for you. “Gonna make you feel it first. All of it.”

And then your hand slid lower, cupping her through the damp silk, rubbing just hard enough to make her jolt.

“F-fuck!” Her nails scraped against the glass, her thighs quivering. “Y-you—ahh~!”

You laughed, low and dark, your thumb circling her clit in slow, taunting strokes. “Tell me,” you breathed against her throat. “Tell me what you really came here for.”

Jeongyeon’s breath hitched—not just from the pleasure, but from the weight in your voice. The ache. The love you weren’t bothering to hide anymore.

And that—more than your touch, more than the storm, more than the risk of being seen—was what undid her.

“You,” she gasped, her voice breaking. “I—I came for y-you—”

Your fingers dipped beneath the fabric, sliding through her slick folds, and Jeongyeon shattered with a sob, her orgasm crashing over her like the tempest outside.

With a single guiding hand on her waist, you backed Jeongyeon toward your desk—your grip firm, your silence deliberate. The storm outside painted erratic shadows across the polished wood as she stumbled into its edge, her breath already ragged.

But then—without a word—she pushed you into your chair.

Her fingers trembled as they worked your belt, her pupils blown wide with want. The leather hissed free, your zipper rasped down, and then—

"Fuck," you growled as her small hands curled around your cock, already aching, already throbbing for her.

Jeongyeon didn’t hesitate.

Her lips parted around you, sinking down with a whimper, her tongue pressing hot and eager along your length before hollowing her cheeks to take you deeper.

"Mmmph~… ngh…" Her lashes fluttered as she pulled back, spit-slick and messy, her gaze locked on yours—pleading, possessive, starving.

You let out a rough exhale, your fingers threading into her hair—not guiding, just feeling the way she shivered at the contact.

"Missed this?" you taunted, your voice gravel-dark.

Her answer wasn’t words.

It was the way her nails dug into your thighs, the way her throat fluttered as she swallowed you down again, the way her moans vibrated against your cock like a prayer.

But more than that—it was the tears welling in her eyes as she looked up at you, raw and ruined, like she’d been waiting for this moment since the second she walked away.

Like she’d needed it.

Like she’d needed you.

And that—more than her mouth, more than the storm, more than the fucking city spread out beneath you—was what made your grip tighten in her hair.

"That’s it, baby," you murmured, watching her lips stretch around you. "Take what’s yours."

Jeongyeon’s lips were a wreck—swollen, glistening, stretched obscenely around your cock as she bobbed her head with frantic, desperate hunger. Every inch of her was dripping—her chin slick with spit, her lashes damp with tears, her thighs clenched tight around nothing as she whimpered around you.

Her tongue dragged along your shaft in slow, sloppy strokes, her nose pressing into your pelvis as she took you deep, her throat fluttering in weak little spasms—

"Mmmf—! Hngh~…"

—before pulling back with a gasp, her lips popping off your tip, a thin string of saliva still connecting her to you.

Your hand fisted in her hair, yanking her back before she could catch her breath.

"Did I say you could stop?" you growled, your hips rolling up to meet her mouth again.

Jeongyeon’s eyes watered, her fingers digging into your thighs as she choked around you—but she didn’t fight it.

No, she leaned into it, her moans vibrating against your skin as she let you use her, her tongue laving at your length like she was starved for the taste.

And when your thumb brushed her cheek, smearing the mess she’d made of herself?

She whined, her cunt clenching around nothing—because fuck, she loved this.

The sharp rap at the door sent Jeongyeon’s entire body locking up, her wide, panicked eyes flicking up to yours—but you didn’t let her pull away.

Your fingers tightened in her hair, forcing her back down onto your cock with a firm thrust of your hips.

"Mmmph—!" Her muffled whimper vibrated deliciously around you as her nose pressed into your pelvis, her throat fluttering in protest before relaxing into helpless submission.

"Come in," you called, voice perfectly steady—as if you weren’t currently balls-deep in Yoo Jeongyeon’s sinful mouth.

The door creaked open.

Your assistant manager stepped inside, oblivious, a tablet in hand as rain lashed against the windows behind him. "Sir, the quarterly reports on the new investments just came in. The numbers look strong, but there’s a discrepancy in—"

"Mmm." You cut him off with a hum, your expression schooled into mild disinterest as you lightly rocked your hips, just enough to make Jeongyeon gag softly around you. "Leave it on the desk. I’ll review it later."

The assistant manager hesitated, glancing at the floor—where Jeongyeon’s abandoned purse lay half-hidden under the chair—before nodding. "Right. Of course."

Then—

"Hahh… ngh~…"

A tiny, broken sound escaped Jeongyeon’s throat—barely audible over the storm’s relentless drumming against the glass.

The assistant manager frowned. "Did you hear—?"

"Just the wind," you dismissed smoothly, your fingers massaging Jeongyeon’s scalp in a silent warning. "Close the door on your way out."

For a second, it seemed like he might argue—but then he just nodded again, setting the tablet down before turning to leave.

The click of the door shutting was the sweetest sound Jeongyeon had ever heard.

You yanked her up by her hair, her lips sliding off your cock with a lewd pop, her face a mess of spit and tears.

"F-fuck," she gasped, her chest heaving.

You grinned, thumbing away a stray droplet from her chin. "Told you you’d be good at this."

The moment the door clicked shut, you yanked Jeongyeon up by her hair—her lips leaving your cock with a slick pop—and crushed your mouth against hers in a filthy, possessive kiss. She tasted like salt and sin, her breath hitching as your tongue claimed hers, your grip unrelenting.

But then—

"W-wait—mmph!"

Her protest died against your lips as she felt it—the smooth, cool slide of silk tightening around her wrists behind her back. Your spare tie, pulled taut in one practiced motion, knotting her hands together before she could even process what was happening.

Jeongyeon jerked, her eyes flying wide—but you just smirked, nipping at her bottom lip as you leaned back to admire your handiwork.

"Pretty," you murmured, tracing a finger down her bound arms, watching the way the fabric dug into her skin. "Now you’re really mine."

She shivered, her thighs clamping around nothing, her cunt dripping at the realization—helpless, exposed, yours.

The storm outside had reached a fever pitch—rain hammering against the glass like a thousand impatient fingers, thunder growling low and hungry in the distance. But inside, the only sound was Jeongyeon’s ragged breathing as you traced the tip of your pen down the column of her throat.

"Ahh…" Her head fell back, her bound hands flexing uselessly behind her as the cool metal dragged over her pulse.

You tsked, circling her collarbone next, the pressure just shy of pain. "So sensitive," you mused, watching goosebumps erupt in the pen’s wake. "One month without me, and you’re falling apart at a touch."

Jeongyeon whined, her hips jerking forward—but you denied her, stepping back just out of reach.

"Patience," you chided, setting the pen aside to drag your fingertips down her arms instead, digging in just enough to make her squirm. "I’m relearning you."

Your hands mapped her—sculpting the tension from her shoulders, kneading the softness of her waist, skating up her ribs to brush the undersides of her breasts—

"Ngh—!" Her back arched, her nipples pebbling under her blouse.

You hummed, finally cupping her through the fabric, your thumbs flicking over her hardened peaks until she was panting, her thighs glued together in a futile attempt to relieve the ache.

"Please," she gasped, her voice broken.

You grinned, leaning in to lick a stripe up her throat. "Please what?"

Jeongyeon shuddered, her answer lost in a moan as your teeth sank into her shoulder—

—right as your other hand slid into her panties, your fingers dipping into her drenched folds without warning.

"FUCK!"

Her scream echoed off the glass, her cunt clenching around nothing as you teased her entrance, circling her clit with maddening slowness.

"This what you needed?" you murmured, your lips grazing her ear as your fingers tortured her. "My touch? My attention?"

Jeongyeon nodded frantically, her body thrumming with overstimulation, her sanity unraveling with every brush of your fingers.

You chuckled, denying her release just a little longer— —because fuck, you’d missed this too.

Your fingers danced along her inner thigh—featherlight, teasing—just shy of where she needed you most.

“Hahh… ngh…” Her breath hitched, her hips twitching upward in a silent plea. “F-fuck—just—”

You clicked your tongue, dragging your nails up her sensitive skin instead, watching the way her muscles jumped under the sensation. “Just what, baby?”

Jeongyeon whined, her wrists straining against the silk tie binding her. “You know,” she gasped, her voice fraying at the edges. “You’re—fuck—you’re hard for me anyway, so just—ahh!”

Your hand slapped her inner thigh—sharp, stinging—and she jolted, a fresh wave of slick dripping down her folds.

“That,” you growled, leaning in until your lips brushed the shell of her ear, “isn’t how this works.”

Your free hand dug into her hip, holding her still as you finally dragged a single fingertip through her soaked slit—slow, taunting, circling her clit just once before pulling away.

Jeongyeon sobbed, her back bowing off the desk. “P-please—”

“Please what?” you purred, your cock throbbing against your zipper as you watched her unravel. “Use your words.”

She shook her head, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip—stubborn even now, even when her body was begging.

Your mouth descended on her neck, sucking a bruise into her pulse point as your fingers traced her entrance again—pressing in just enough to make her clench around nothing.

“F-fuck!” Her thighs trembled, her cunt pulsing with every near-touch. “I—I can’t—!”

“You can,” you murmured against her skin, your teeth scraping over her collarbone. “And you will.”

Your thumb flicked her clit—once, hard—and Jeongyeon screamed, her body locking up as the first wave of her orgasm ripped through her.

But you didn’t stop. No, you chased it, your fingers driving her higher, deeper, until she was shaking, whimpering, her sanity fraying at the edges—until she was sobbing your name like a prayer. And only then did you finally give her what she really wanted.

With a single tug, the silk tie slithered loose from Jeongyeon’s wrists. She gasped as circulation rushed back into her fingers, her pulse hammering where the fabric had bitten into her skin. You leaned back in your chair, spreading your thighs with a challenge in your smirk.

"Surprise me."

For a heartbeat, she just stared—lips parted, chest heaving, her blouse hanging open to reveal the marks you’d left on her breasts. Then, like a storm breaking, her eyes darkened.

Jeongyeon moved.

In one fluid motion, she spun around, her skirt hiking up as she straddled your lap—back to you, her plush ass pressing against your aching cock. Your hands instinctively gripped her hips, but she slapped them away with a breathless laugh.

"Ah-ah," she purred, glancing at you over her shoulder through her lashes. "My turn."

Then she rose on her knees, her fingers hooking into the waistband of your slacks and briefs, dragging them down just enough to free your cock—thick, twitching, dripping with pre-cum.

"Fuck," you gritted out as she rubbed herself against your length, her slick coating you, her heat maddening.

Jeongyeon moaned, her head falling back as she notched your tip at her entrance—

—and then sank down in one slow, sweet slide.

"Hahh~! Ngh—!" Her back arched, her cunt fluttering around you as she took you deep, her ass jiggling with every inch.

The mirror across the office caught it all—the way her tits bounced as she began to ride you, the way your hands dug into her thighs, the way her face twisted in pleasure as she chased her high.

"Look," you growled, slapping her ass hard enough to leave a handprint. "Look at how good you take me."

Jeongyeon’s eyes fluttered open, meeting yours in the reflection—dazed, desperate, ruined.

"M-more," she begged, her hips rolling faster. "Please—"

You grinned, helping her move with a hand on her waist—

—just as the door creaked open again.

The door swung open with a soft click—just as Jeongyeon’s hips stuttered mid-bounce, your cock buried to the hilt inside her.

Your assistant—Kim Soojin, early twenties, usually unflappable—stood frozen in the doorway, a stack of files clutched to her chest. Her eyes went comically wide, her face flushing a shade of red usually reserved for emergency exit signs.

Jeongyeon squeaked, instinctively trying to hide her face—but with her back to the door and her hair a mess of tangled waves, all Soojin could see was the obscene way her boss’s wife (as she assumed) was impaled in reverse cowgirl, skirt hiked up around her waist, your hands gripping her hips like you owned them.

"S-Sir—!" Soojin stammered, her voice cracking.

You didn’t stop.

In fact, you rolled your hips up, making Jeongyeon gasp as you smirked at your flustered employee. "Soojin-ssi," you drawled, voice dripping with amusement, "didn’t anyone teach you to knock?"

Soojin made a noise like a deflating balloon. "I—I did! Earlier! I just—the contracts—!" She flailed the files like a white flag.

Jeongyeon, mortified, dug her nails into your thighs—whether to silence you or anchor herself, you weren’t sure.

"Mm. Contracts." You squeezed Jeongyeon’s ass, relishing the way her cunt clenched around you. "Leave them on the desk. Quietly."

Soojin scurried forward, eyes glued to the floor, her entire body radiating panic as she practically threw the papers onto the nearest surface.

"S-sorry! So sorry! Won’t happen again! Ever!"

She bolted for the door—only to trip over Jeongyeon’s abandoned purse, sending it skidding across the floor with a clatter.

"Jesus—!"

The door slammed shut behind her.

Silence.

Then—

"Oh my god," Jeongyeon whispered, her entire body burning with humiliation.

You chuckled, thrusting up into her hard enough to make her yelp. "Now that," you murmured, nipping at her shoulder, "was a surprise."

Jeongyeon moaned, her resolve crumbling as you rolled her hips again, her earlier shame drowning in a fresh wave of lust.

"Bastard," she panted—but she was already moving again, her ass clapping against your thighs.

Jeongyeon’s breath hitched as your hips snapped up, driving your cock deeper inside her—her slick walls fluttering around you in shameless betrayal.

"Ahh~ ngh…!" Her fingers clawed into your thighs, her back arching as you rolled into her with deliberate, punishing strokes.

You smirked, your voice a low, taunting growl against her ear. "Look at you… getting wetter just because someone saw you." Your hands dug into her hips, guiding her movements as she bounced on your lap. "Did you like that? Knowing she could see your fat ass stuffed full of cock?"

Jeongyeon whimpered, her face burning—but the way her cunt clenched around you told the truth.

"N-no…" she lied, her voice shaking as you thrust up harder, the slap of skin echoing off the glass walls.

"Bullshit," you chuckled, one hand sliding around to pinch her clit between your fingers—making her jolt with a broken cry. "You loved it. Your pussy’s dripping."

Her moan shattered as you circled her sensitive bud, your other hand groping the curve of her ass, spreading her just enough to watch where your cock stretched her.

"M-maybe…" she finally gasped, her hips grinding down in desperate little circles. "F-fuck… maybe I did…"

You groaned, your grip tightening as you pounded up into her, hard enough to make her screech.

"God, you’re perfect."

But then—

Your hands dug into the plush flesh of her ass, spreading her cheeks wide as you admired the view—her glistening pussy stretched around your length, her untouched pucker fluttering with every thrust.

"Fuck," you growled, your thumb brushing over her tight rim, making her jolt. "Look at this… virgin hole."

Jeongyeon whined, her thighs trembling as she tried to clench—but you held her open, your cock pulsing at the thought of claiming her there too.

"Y-your husband," you mused, your voice dark with amusement, "ever try to fuck this pretty little ass?"

She scoffed, her breath hitching as you circled her rim with your thumb. "A-ain’t no one… ahh~!… big enough to try…"

You chuckled, slowing your thrusts to a torturous grind. "Lucky me."

Then—

You leaned forward, your tongue laving a hot, sloppy stripe up from her cunt to her asshole, spitting directly onto her tight ring before pressing in with your tongue.

"HOLY—!" Jeongyeon shrieked, her back arching, her hands scrambling for purchase on your desk. "F-fuck! W-what are you—AHHH~!"

You dug in deeper, your tongue fucking into her with lewd, open-mouthed strokes, your spit dripping down to mix with her arousal.

"Mmm… so fucking tight," you groaned against her, your fingers kneading her ass as you prepped her. "Gonna ruin you here too."

Jeongyeon sobbed, her cunt gushing around your cock as you teased her ass with your tongue—loosening her, stretching her, claiming her in a way no one else had.

And when you finally pulled back, your thumb pressing into her slick, relaxed hole—

—she begged.

"P-please…" Her voice was raw, broken. "I… I want it…"

You grinned, your cock throbbing at the surrender in her tone.

"Then take it."

The air between you was thick with the scent of sex, sweat, and something darker—hunger, possession, the thrill of first times. Jeongyeon’s body trembled as you pulled your cock from her dripping cunt, the pop of your release sending a fresh wave of slick down her thighs.

"Ngh…" She clenched around nothing, her hips twitching backward—seeking you even now.

You smirked, dragging the thick head of your cock through her folds, coating yourself in her arousal before teasing her untouched rim with your tip.

"Breathe," you murmured, your free hand massaging the plush curve of her ass. "And relax."

Jeongyeon nodded, her fingers gripping the edge of your desk, her knuckles white with tension.

Then—

You pressed in.

Just the tip.

"F-fuck—!" Her entire body locked up, her back arching, her cunt pulsing around nothing as the burn of the stretch seared through her.

You froze, your jaw clenching at the unbelievable tightness. "Jesus," you gritted out, your fingers digging into her hips. "You’re clenching me like a vice."

Jeongyeon whined, her thighs quivering. "I-it hurts—"

"I know," you soothed, leaning over her to kiss the sweat-slicked curve of her spine. "But it’ll feel so good soon."

You pulled back—just half an inch—before easing in again, deeper this time, the slow, relentless stretch making her whimper.

"Ahh… ngh…" Her fingers scrabbled at the desk, her body adjusting inch by agonizing inch.

You groaned, your cock throbbing as her walls fluttered around you, fighting the intrusion even as they yielded. "Fuck, you’re perfect," you praised, your voice rough with restraint. "Taking me so well."

Jeongyeon moaned, the pain already morphing into something hotter, darker—the fullness, the shame, the filthy knowledge that she was letting you ruin her here.

And when you finally bottomed out, your hips flush against her ass, her gasp was music.

"M-move," she begged, her voice shaking.

With a firm grip on her hips, you yanked Jeongyeon off your lap and onto the plush carpet below. The sudden movement made her gasp, her bound hands instinctively bracing against the floor as you maneuvered her into position—knees spread, ass arched high, her dripping cunt and freshly stretched asshole on obscene display.

"F-fuck—!" she whined, her cheek pressed against the carpet, her back dipped in perfect submission.

You growled, admiring the view—her round ass jiggling with every shaky breath, her thighs glistening with a mix of her arousal and your spit. The storm outside had quieted to a murmur, leaving only the filthy sound of your cock slapping against her as you lined yourself up again.

"Deeper this time," you commanded, your palm smacking her left cheek hard enough to leave a blush of red. "Take all of me."

Jeongyeon nodded, her fingers clawing at the carpet as you notched your tip against her loosened rim—

—and pushed in with one slow, unrelenting thrust.

"NGH~! FUCK!" Her scream was guttural, her body locking up as you stretched her wider than before, the burn of penetration searing through her.

You groaned, your head falling back at the unholy tightness, your fingers digging into her hips hard enough to bruise. "Christ—you’re squeezing me like a fucking vise," you gritted out, your cock twitching inside her.

Jeongyeon panted, her thighs trembling, her cunt dripping onto the carpet beneath her. "I-It’s too much—!"

"Liar," you chuckled, dragging out until just the tip remained before plunging back in—harder, deeper. "Your ass is sucking me in."

Her moan was broken, her body contradicting her words as her back arched, her hips pushing back against you. "M-more—!"

You obliged.

Your thrusts started brutal—pounding into her with no mercy, the slap of skin echoing off the walls, her choked cries music to your ears. The carpet burned against her knees, her bound hands fisting the fibers as you ruined her, your cock spearing her deeper with every snap of your hips.

"Look at you," you growled, one hand fisting her hair to yank her head up toward the floor-to-ceiling windows. The city lights blurred through the rain, but her reflection was crystal clear—teary-eyed, drooling, her tits swaying with every jolt of your cock. "Filthy fucking slut, taking it up the ass like you were made for it."

Jeongyeon sobbed, her ass clenching around you as her orgasm crept up on her—unexpected, unrelenting. "I-I’m gonna—AHHH~!"

You grinned, slowing just enough to savor the way her walls fluttered around you, milking your cock as she came untouched. "That’s it," you praised, your voice rough with lust. "Cum on my cock like the anal whore you are."

Her scream was raw, her body convulsing as you chased your own release, your thrusts turning erratic, desperate—

—until finally, with a guttural groan, you pulled out and painted her ass with thick, pulsing ropes of cum.

Jeongyeon collapsed, her body boneless, her breaths ragged.

You grinned, slapping her ass one last time.

"Welcome to the dark side, baby."

The storm had finally quieted outside, leaving only the soft hum of the city and the sound of Jeongyeon’s ragged breathing as she lay sprawled on the carpet, her body still trembling from the aftershocks. You knelt beside her, your fingers gently tracing the marks you’d left on her hips—the bruises, the bite marks, the faint red imprint of your palm on her ass.

For a moment, neither of you spoke.

Then—

“Was this really why you came here?” you murmured, your voice softer now, the heat of lust giving way to something quieter. Something real.

Jeongyeon let out a shaky laugh, rolling onto her back to look up at you. Her hair was a mess, her lips swollen, her eyes still glazed with pleasure—but there was a weight in her gaze that hadn’t been there before.

“No,” she admitted, her voice hoarse. “I mean—yes, but… not just this.” She swallowed, her fingers brushing against your knee. “I missed you. The way you—fuck—the way you touch me, but also… the way you see me.”

You froze, your chest tightening at the raw honesty in her words.

“And when you’re gone again?” you asked, your voice rougher than you intended. “You’ll just… ignore me? Like last time?”

Jeongyeon’s lips curved into a teasing smirk, though her eyes stayed soft. “Do you want me to?”

You growled, grabbing her wrist and yanking her up into your lap, your mouth crashing into hers in a kiss that was more claim than caress.

“No,” you muttered against her lips, your grip tightening. “I’m being selfish this time.”

She melted into you, her arms looping around your neck as she kissed you back—slow, sweet, savoring.

“Then we’ll keep doing this,” she whispered, her breath warm against your skin. “Secretly. As a… thank you for helping me with the store.” Her smile turned wicked. “At least until I figure out what to do with my husband.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

“Mmm.” She nuzzled into your neck, her voice dropping to a husky murmur. “He’s great when things are easy… but the second life gets hard?” She pulled back, her eyes dark. “He forgets.”

You grinned, your hands sliding down to grip her ass again.

“Lucky for you,” you purred, “I never forget.”

Jeongyeon’s fingers traced idle patterns across your chest as she lay against you, her body still humming from the aftershocks of pleasure. The storm had passed completely now, leaving the office bathed in the soft glow of city lights filtering through the rain-streaked windows.

Then, with a quiet sigh, she spoke—her voice so soft you almost missed it.

"You know…" She tilted her head up to meet your gaze, her eyes lighter than you’d seen them in years. "I think I always wanted you to be the one."

Your breath stalled.

Those words.

The ones you’d waited for since college, since the first time you’d watched her laugh across a crowded bar and thought, fuck, I’m done for.

Jeongyeon smiled, her thumb brushing over your bottom lip. "I just… never let myself say it before."

You huffed a laugh, your arms tightening around her. "Took you long enough."

She pinched your side, but her grin was bright, real—the kind of smile she’d never given her husband, not like this. "Shut up. I’m trying to be romantic."

"Romantic?" You rolled her beneath you, your lips hovering just above hers. "After I wrecked your ass on the floor?"

Jeongyeon blushed, but her legs hooked around your waist anyway. "Especially after that."

You kissed her—slow, deep, promising—before pulling back just enough to murmur:

"Then let’s be selfish a little longer."

And as the city slept outside, you did.

(Final Scene – Office, Dawn)

The first streaks of sunlight bled through the windows, painting Jeongyeon’s bare skin in gold as she drowsed against your chest. Her fingers absently traced the scars on your shoulder—the ones from the bike accident sophomore year, the ones she’d kissed better even when she pretended she didn’t care.

Then, half-asleep, she mumbled:

"We’ll figure it out."

You stilled. "Figure what out?"

She nuzzled into your collarbone, her breath warm against your skin. "This. Us. The… messy parts." A yawn. "Fuck tradition. Fuck orthodox."

Your laugh rumbled through her. "That your grand plan? ‘Fuck it’?"

"Mmhm." Her leg hooked possessively over yours. "Worked for my ass tonight."

You grinned into her hair—god, you’d missed this. Missed her.

"Jeongyeon." You waited until she cracked one eye open. "I’m holding you to that."

She smirked, already drifting off again. "Better."

And for the first time in years, neither of you let go.

[momosknight]

Chairs

~5k words, Roommates series

Finding an empty room to study in really shouldn’t be very difficult in a university of all places, yet here you were, roaming the hallways like a buffoon trying to find an alternative to the usual lounges you had been frequenting for the first few weeks of the semester.

In an attempt to avoid interrupting another class again, sparing yourself from the embarrassment, you carefully placed your ear against a door and tried to listen for anyone inside - this would be a lot easier if the stupid little windows above the handles weren’t covered up. After giving it a few seconds and hearing nothing, you decided to try your luck.

Slowly, you opened the door and took a peek inside. Turns out it was an office, and seemingly one for a newer professor, or one who simply didn’t care to decorate, based on the lack of vanity items on the barren shelf. One detail, however, did stand out to you; Realistically you should have just left at this point, but that Herman Miller was whispering sweet nothings in your ear - you had to try it, just for a second.

After closing the door behind you and placing your bag down, you walked around the modest little desk to get a better look at the chair. It was pristine. In a room devoid of most expression, you still felt a gorgeous rush of euphoria as you took a seat. It was truly shocking how a luxurious office chair made such a difference in the entire atmosphere of the room.

No longer did you feel like you were in some bland, secondary thought of a room. You had lucked out, this was exactly the type of room you were looking for when you set out to find a quieter alternative to your usual spots. Then, your luck seemingly got even better when you noticed a little calendar on the desk in front of you. 

Not that you were trying to snoop or invade anyone’s private space, but you noticed whoever used this room had nothing scheduled for the day, and a bit of basic deduction skills led you to believe this was his day off - luckily the room was unlocked. Seemingly he was a philosophy professor who also taught communications?

Still, you should probably have left at this point. Yet… for some odd reason you were convincing yourself to do something that you shouldn’t. Was there really much harm in using an empty office to study? It’s not like you’d be making a mess or anything, and you’d be careful to not break anything. Surely no one would mind, it would only be for a couple of hours before your next class anyway.

That’s when you heard a knock.

Your heart skipped a beat. Immediately your mind began racing to think of an excuse, some reason you were in here. Wait, if it was the professor, why would he be knocking? Wouldn’t he just come in? Presumably if you didn’t respond, they would just leave, right? That made enough sense in your head to calm you down, but just as your heart rate began to slow, the door opened.

“Hello sir!”

“H-Hello,” you stammered as one of the most adorable girls you’ve ever seen walked into the room, closing the door behind her.

“I was going to send an email, but I figured I’d try your office first,” she continued nervously. “It’s about the last assignment.”

God she was cute. At this point you were supposed to tell her that she had the wrong person, but you just sat there like an idiot and listened.

“Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Yuna, I’m in your intro to philosophy class,” she stammered while fidgeting with the hem of her skirt. “I know you probably won’t recognize me, and I promise I’ll start showing up to class.”

“Showing up?” you mumbled under your breath, trying to make sense of what was going on.

“I promise I have a good reason,” she added before locking the door behind her - a detail you barely picked up on - and dropping her bag. She walked over to you, right past the desk, until she was right in front of you. “If I had known how cute you were, I never would have skipped in the first place.”

Cute? If this girl thought you were her professor, this was quickly becoming incredibly inappropriate. Yet, your dumbass was still just sitting there and letting it happen. Was this wrong? Probably. But you were stunned in a sense, almost like you were being forced to play the role.

“So, how can I help you?” you asked while trying to keep your eyes away from her body, a difficult task considering how little she attempted to hide her figure with that tight button up she wore.

“It’s less about what I want,” she replied before crouching down in front of you. “And more about what you want.”

“Holy shit,” you mumbled as your eyes inadvertently landed on the unbuttoned neckline of her shirt.

“Professor, I really need some help,” she whispered as she leaned forward. “I’m glad you’re willing to work with me, I was worried at first.”

“Yuna, wait,” you replied sternly, bringing your own hands to your crotch as she placed hers on your thighs. This was straight out of a poorly written porno and had to stop. “There’s a misunderstanding.”

“I can tell you won’t get me in trouble, right professor?” she ignored you entirely. “You think I’m pretty, don’t you?”

“What? No that’s not- I mean yes you’re very pretty but that’s not what-”

“Do you want me?”

“Yuna, please listen-”

“If you don’t,” she whispered, slowly moving your hands away. “Then just tell me to stop.”

“I can’t give you what you’re asking for because I’m not-”

“You don’t have to give me anything,” she interrupted you with a smile. “I’m just doing you a small favor, and then after you can decide what you want to give me.”

Fuck’s sake why was she so hot, it was hard to think straight.

“That’s right,” Yuna continued with a whisper as she began unbuckling your belt. She reached her soft fingers into your underwear and pulled out your cock, gripping the shaft gently. “You get to decide exactly what you want to give me, and I mean it when I say anything.”

“Yuna, I…” you moaned softly as she placed your tip into her mouth and began swirling her tongue against your hole. “Fuck.”

“That’s better,” Yuna smiled brightly up at you while pulling your pants down to your ankles. “This is just some no-strings attached fun, right professor?”

She leaned forward some more and began sucking on your balls while the hand she had around your shaft tightened its grip. With both balls in her mouth, pressing them around with her tongue, she began stroking your shaft gently.

“Oh professor, I didn’t know you were so fucking big,” she moaned after releasing your balls with a little pop.

“Maybe because you’ve never attended class,” you replied for some unknown reason, as if you were actually her professor. It just felt like the right thing to say. No, it was dumb, you should stop her. This was all wildly inappropriate and would probably get you expelled. Or was it? You never even said anything, she’s the one who initiated. It was all just happening so fucking fast, your brain couldn’t make sense of the situation.

“I’m so sorry professor, I’ll make it up to you I promise.”

With that, she lifted herself up until she was right above your cock and opened her mouth wide. In a single movement, she lowered herself all the way down your cock until you felt your tip prodding the back of her throat.

Fuck.

Yeah, there was no stopping, not when Yuna started bobbing up and down your cock. She moved fast, throating your entire length each time, finally pausing just long enough to gasp for air and smile up at you, using her soft fingers to coat your cock in her saliva.

“I promise I’ll keep coming, professor, you can see as much of me as…” her voice trailed off and she engulfed your cock once more, all the way down to the balls before holding. She pushed as far as possible, her nose pressing against your skin and her chin up against your balls. Then, as quickly as she went down, she came back up gasping once more. “... as you want.”

“Yuna, this is wrong…”

“Then don’t tell anyone,” she shrugged, leaning back and slowly unbuttoning the rest of her shirt, revealing a bright pink bra. “If you want me to leave, I’ll leave and we can pretend this never happened. Is that what you want?”

“I…” you hesitated, considering the options, but Yuna wasn’t as patient as you.

“That’s what I thought,” she smirked, opening up her shirt enough to put her soft cleavage on full display. “Now how about you stop thinking so hard and just relax. You don’t owe me anything for this, I’m just doing you a little favor out of the goodness of my heart.”

That was a fucking lie. You’d have to figure out a way to explain that you weren’t her professor - a problem that was definitely for later as Yuna leaned forward again on all fours and began licking up your shaft slowly. She would press her lips on your balls before sticking out her tongue and sliding it all the way up to your tip before wrapping her lips around it.

“You must be so tired, grading all those papers,” Yuna purred, bringing her hands up to your balls and fondling them while kissing on your tip repeatedly. “Just close your eyes and relax, this can be our little secret.”

Fine, you’d play along. You placed one hand on the top of her head before closing your eyes, letting her bob up and down your cock to her heart’s desire. It felt phenomenal, there was no denying it, she was experienced for sure. For the next few minutes, nothing but quiet slurps filled the small office as Yuna worked your cock expertly, sliding her tongue around and around, pressing down hard with her lips.

“Can you cum for me, professor?” she moaned, grabbing your shaft with her hand and stroking as fast as she could. “Please? In my mouth? I’ll be a good girl and swallow it all.”

“Oh my God,” you moaned softly, opening your eyes and looking through the blurriness to see Yuna with one hand playing with her tits while the other jerked you off.

She stuck her tongue out, licking your tip from time to time, hand still moving just as fast. Her half-lidded eyes staring up at you, begging for your release. It was working. You could feel the pressure building up more and more, you knew you were about to blow any second now.

“Please professor,” she cried out. “Cum for me.”

“I’m…” you grunted softly under your breath, shutting your eyes tight in anticipation, tightening your grip on her hair.

Then, in a flash, before you even felt it, your eyes shot open as the first streak of cum launched directly against Yuna’s lips. Like the expert she was, Yuna quickly opened her mouth and caught the next few spurts in her throat as she kept jerking the lower half of your cock while coaxing out your cum with her tongue.

“Good fucking girl,” you moaned, bringing your other hand to the back of her head and pressing down.

She barely gave any resistance as you pushed your cock all the way into her throat, unloading whatever was left as deep as you could. Even balls deep down your cock, she was still working her tongue, her lack of a gag reflex putting in work. As her face began turning a tinge blue, you let go of the back of her head.

Despite the resistance disappearing, she didn’t immediately pull back. Instead, Yuna made a tight seal with her lips and slowly inched her way up your cock, making sure not to leave a single drop of cum on your shaft. Once at the tip, she paused, looking up at you and swallowing whatever she had in her mouth before sucking your tip desperately trying to get more of your cum out of you.

“That’s all I got, sweetheart,” you gasped as the sensitivity began to hit.

Yuna finally let go of your cock and looked up at you with the brightest smile this world has ever known.

“Thank you professor!”

“Yuna,” you sighed as she stood back up and began sifting through her bag while you quickly pulled your pants back up. “I’m not your professor.”

The girl froze in her tracks, holding her laptop in her arms.

“What?”

“I tried telling you earlier, but you weren’t listening.”

“Who are you?” Yuna asked anxiously, covering her chest up.

“I’m a student,” you answered, diverting your gaze in an attempt to avoid making her uncomfortable.

“What the fuck are you doing in his office? And why… shit.”

“I’m really sorry, you just weren’t listening, I tried-”

“I don’t give a fuck about that,” Yuna shook her head and put her laptop down on the desk. “Can you at least help me?”

“W-What?” you stammered, trying not to stare at her tits.

“What the fuck do you have to be shy about,” Yuna rolled her eyes, immediately noticing your discomfort. “Here,” she added before lifting up her bra and flashing her bare tits at you, bouncing up and down a couple of times. “You already nutted in my mouth, I really don’t give a fuck if you see my tits. Now can you help me or what?”

“With what? Your assignment?”

“Exactly,” she answered before pulling down her bra and opening up her laptop. “This shit’s due tomorrow, I was hoping I could get out of it.”

Yuna turned the laptop to show you the assignment. Based on a quick skim of the rubric, it was simple enough - to be expected from an intro course.

“This doesn’t look too difficult,” you commented, scrolling through the meager attempt at a start. “Yeah, I can help.”

“Perfect,” Yuna smiled, suddenly taking a seat on your lap. “It’s due at midnight, I’ll get you whatever you need.”

“I don’t need anything,” you chuckled softly when a notification popped up on the screen. “Holy fuck who is that?”

“My roomie, you like?” Yuna giggled, leaning forward to reply to the message.

“She’s fucking gorgeous,” you commented in awe as you stared at her display picture. “Yeji… God damn, those eyes… and that body…”

“Alright enough,” Yuna snapped and began standing up, her jealousy showing.

“Hey,” you quickly pulled her back down by her hips. “You’re more gorgeous,” you lied.

“It’s whatever, I get it,” she sighed, rubbing her ass against your body. “I’d also fuck her if I could. Anyway, you sure you don’t want anything?”

“I’m good, really.”

“Nothing at all? No extra motivation?” Yuna asked, grabbing your wrist and placing it on her perfect handful of a chest.

“No,” you gave her tit a quick squeeze before letting go. “I won’t be able to type very fast with just one hand.”

“I can suck your cock again, if you want,” she added as she started grinding her hips back and forth.

“Yuna,” you grabbed her ass with both hands and held her still. “If you want me to do this, just sit tight and relax.”

“Fine,” she leaned back against your chest, her floral shampoo hitting your nose. “Just let me know if you need anything then.”

“Will do,” you muttered as you began typing away.

Truthfully, it would have been much easier without her sitting on your lap, but you figured that was a sacrifice you were willing to make. The next hour or so went by in relative silence as you typed away while Yuna watched diligently, making sure not to distract you beyond the gentle press of her body against yours.

That was until she fell asleep between your arms. She really was incredibly adorable, and for the first time since your breakup, you almost felt like you were in a relationship again. Very carefully, you picked her up and placed her on the small armchair next to the mostly vacant bookshelf. She was breathing deeply, her chest bouncing up and down with each one.

Without even realizing it, you were smiling. You reached forward and carefully did a couple of the buttons of her shirt to cover her up before returning to the Miller. Unknown to you at the time, she had woken up and noticed, but you were too focused on finishing the assignment for her, you were almost done anyway.

Another hour or so passed while you were completely focused, typing away diligently. Maybe it was stupid, considering it wasn’t even your assignment, but you were becoming quite proud of your work. You didn’t even care that you missed your class and that the sun had started setting outside, you had adopted this assignment as if it was your own.

“Done,” you muttered under your breath, leaning back in the chair and stretching your arms towards the roof.

“Your typing skills are truly incredible, you finished so quickly,” Yuna commented softly, making you jolt slightly as you forgot she was even there. “I wonder what else those fingers can do.”

“Thank you, but it’s really nothing,” you replied modestly, ignoring her last comment. “I’ve taken this course before, or something similar at least.”

“I never would have been able to finish this in time without you, there’s no way,” Yuna began leaning against the desk, facing you. “I really owe you for this.”

“No, you already kinda-”

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

Her words stung more than she intended as the memories of your ex came back. Not that it was her fault, obviously, but it still hurt.

“No,” you replied bluntly, unintentionally letting some emotion out.

“That’s surprising,” Yuna mumbled a bit shyly, perhaps picking up on your tone.

“What about you? Boyfriend?”

“Definitely not,” she laughed softly, almost as if to hide some pain behind her own voice. “Can I ask you something?”

“Obviously,” you chuckled. “I think we’re well past that stage.”

“Why’d you…” she trailed off slowly, her finger toying with the buttons on her shirt.

“You fell asleep,” you shrugged, leaning back in the chair. “Felt like it was the gentleman-y thing to do.”

“Right, because my behavior definitely deserves gentleman treatment.”

“I didn’t really look at it that way,” you replied cautiously. “Regardless of circumstances, you still deserve dignity.”

“You don’t think I have dignity?”

“What I think doesn’t really matter,” you answered. “But no, that’s not what I’m saying.”

“I don’t think I have dignity.”

Silence filled the room. For a few, stretched moments, you simply stared into Yuna’s round eyes, trying to understand this girl and who she was beneath the surface.

“Why do you feel that way?” you broke the silence first. “If you don’t mind me asking.”

“Don’t play dumb,” Yuna shook her head in frustration. “You know exactly why.”

“Yuna,” you began carefully. “I only just met you-”

“I swear I only did this because someone told me it would work,” Yuna cut you off. “And I wouldn’t have done it if I walked into the room and wasn’t attracted to the person I saw, seriously.”

“That’s fine-” you started before getting cut off once again, something you realized she loved to do.

“Like, I’m not a complete whore,” she continued. “Did I do it for personal gain? Sure. But I also wanted to. Is it really such a crime to be horny?”

“Yuna!” you spoke up firmly, standing up and grabbing her wrists. “You don’t have to explain, I’m not judging you for it.”

“Yes you are,” she muttered quietly after a pause.

“Believe whatever you want,” you shrugged and let go of her wrists. “Your assignment is done either way.”

“So why’d you actually help me?”

“You looked like you needed it,” you chuckled softly before pausing. “Truthfully? You reminded me of my ex.”

“Oh?” Yuna’s eyes wandered for a moment as she fixated on a spot of the floor. “In what way?”

“Well for one,” you stepped closer to her. You gently pushed her hair behind her ear before continuing. “You’re unbelievably pretty.”

She finally looked back up at you, a rosiness creeping onto her cheeks. “I appreciate that,” she smiled warmly. “Though I can’t imagine your first time meeting her was anything like this.”

“You’d be surprised,” you chuckled softly, leaning on the desk next to her, both of you facing the empty bookshelf.

“I have a hard time believing your first time meeting her involved head,” Yuna giggled quietly.

“Like I said, you’d be surprised.”

“You’re kidding?” Yuna gasped, turning to face you. “Well shit, now I don’t feel as embarrassed I guess.”

“I don’t think you should feel embarrassed at all,” you replied calmly. “Just like I said earlier, not judging you.”

“Then don’t judge me for this either,” Yuna whispered softly.

Part of you wasn’t entirely sure how to react to the kiss, you just let your body go on autopilot. It wasn’t a quick peck or anything, she pressed forward with real passion, pushing you backwards onto the chair again and straddling your lap. Your hands made their way around her body, feeling her gentle curves, the soft skin, her warm touch. Yuna’s mouth clashed against yours, her tongue growing more and more confident, teasing and intertwining with yours.

What really got you going was the touch of her hand on the back of your neck - that’s when you knew you were in trouble. You kept kissing, full of passion and lust, your hands rummaging around her top and unbuttoning it for the second time that evening before ripping it off and tossing it to the side, soon to be joined by her bra as you unclasped it.

Once her tits were finally free again, you let the kiss fade apart. Yuna stared at you breathily, awaiting your next move, but you weren’t going to keep her waiting long. After grabbing her ass with your hands, you stood up from the chair, holding her in your arms and gently placing her down on the desk. She quickly pushed aside her laptop before laying flat on the desk, looking up at you with a face full of carnal lust.

“Is this what you want?” you asked quietly while unbuckling your belt.

Yuna stared at you, her eyes more sensitive than you’ve ever seen, and paused for just a moment before answering.

“Yes.”

That was all you needed, and by the time you had your pants off, Yuna had already slipped off her underwear and bunched up her skirt around her waist. Before you, glistening and shining, as beautiful as you had imagined in your mind, Yuna lay there waiting - for you.

“You’re so beautiful,” you muttered as you took hold of her thighs and pulled her closer to the edge of the desk. “Let me know,” you added gently as you lined yourself up.

She nodded up at you before closing her eyes, biting her lower lip just slightly as she tilted her head back, pressing her tits up towards the roof. You leaned in some more, your tip spreading apart her body as you placed your arms on the desk around Yuna’s small frame, pressing forward slowly. With utmost care, you inched yourself deeper and deeper, paying full attention to the way Yuna was contorting her expression.

Her pussy felt incredibly warm and comforting around your cock. Once you were nearly all the way in, you paused to simply revel in the feel of Yuna’s body. And of course, you wanted to give her a moment to adjust to your body.

“You good?” you whispered, leaning forward even closer.

Yuna opened her eyes and nodded again. It was like night and day the way her personality shifted from earlier. She came in so confident and in control, but now she had become completely vulnerable, completely comfortable around you. And in return, you felt immense comfort with her.

A wave of warmth rushed through your body as you leaned forward over her body and kissed her again. As she kissed you back, you began slowly sliding your hips back and forth, enjoying every inch of pleasure her pussy was shooting into you.

“You’re a living fucking dream, you know that?” you grunted as you softly pressed into her pussy again and again.

“Your dick feels amazing,” Yuna moaned, arching her back. “Fuck me, fuck me good.”

That was the plan. You pushed forward faster, inching yourself even deeper now. The deeper you pressed into Yuna’s pussy, the better it felt. Not only was your cock throbbing in pleasure, you were also losing your mind at the sound of Yuna’s gentle moans overpowering the sound of the desk sliding against the floor with each thrust.

“That’s fucking right,” Yuna sobbed softly, rubbing circles around her clit with her hand. “I’m going to fucking cum, don’t fucking stop.”

“Cum for me,” you grunted, taking two big handfuls of Yuna’s tits into your palms and squeezing.

“I’m clo….” her voice trailed off, leaving her mouth open and eyes shut tight in focus.

She couldn’t physically speak anymore, yet it hardly mattered. You knew, without a doubt in your mind, the way her pussy was contracting against your cock that she was cumming hard. Making sure not to change your pace, even as your sweat began pooling on your brow, you pushed and pushed, muttering filth that she probably couldn’t even comprehend right now, pushing through her new tightness.

Her pussy convulsed for a bit longer before the squeezing calmed, and all that remained from her orgasm was the heavy breathing that pushed your palms up every second or so. You also slowed down a bit, all the sensation bringing you painfully close to your own orgasm, realizing now how tired your legs were getting. Being so close to the edge, however, gave you all the energy you needed. Finally, Yuna had recovered, and she pulled herself up, wrapping her arms and legs around your body.

“Are you close?” she whispered directly into your ear.

After that, definitely.

“Do you want to cum on me?” Yuna moaned into your ear. “All over my face?”

“Yes,” you gasped back, focusing as hard as you could on your hips thrusting into her pussy a few final times before you pulled out - you were unbelievably close now.

“Good,” she purred before quickly jumping off the desk and turning you around as she sat on the chair. “Cover me in that cum.”

Before you could start stroking, Yuna had already grabbed your cock. This girl was like fucking magic, the way she jerked you off with her mouth open wide, eyes staring into yours, her hand was doing better than even you could do. She moved as fast as she could, squeezing hard against your cock, fondling your balls with her other hand. You rode the absolute edge of your orgasm, just to get launched over your limit as Yuna stuck her cute little tongue out and prodded your tip a couple of times, sealing the deal.

“Ah!” Yuna gasped as the first hefty gush landed on her forehead, splattering into her hair. “Fuck yes,” she added with a moan as she adjusted your cock.

The next few moments happened so fast, in such a blur, you could barely comprehend what was happening. All you knew was your cock felt fucking amazing as Yuna jerked you off. In front of you, once your vision cleared up, Yuna’s face was completely plastered in white, barely any actually making it into her open mouth.

“Fuck!” you squealed as Yuna shoved your cock down her throat. “Please!”

She pulled your cock out of her lips, smiling brightly up at you, that smile that you could stare at for the rest of your life.

“Aim better,” she giggled, using her pinky to scoop a glob of your cum off her face into her lips.

“Alright, let’s try again.”

“Don’t tempt me,” Yuna smirked before suddenly pouting. “It’s in my hair, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” you quickly pulled out some tissues from your bag and handed them to her. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine,” she sighed, pulling out her phone to use as a mirror. “Thanks again, for the assignment.”

“Yeah, of course,” you replied as you got dressed. “Thanks for… yeah.”

“Any time,” Yuna giggled softly, wiping her face clean.

“Here,” you held her bra out for her.

“Thanks,” she accepted the garment. “But no, really, any time.”

“Are you suggesting-”

“Yes.”

“Yuna, I don’t know if I’m ready for a relationship yet.”

“Oh, no,” she quickly clarified. “I didn’t mean like that, trust me I’m also not ready yet. I just meant the sex part, and maybe also the homework part.”

“Friends with benefits?” you picked up her panties. “Have you ever had one before?”

“No, but I’m down to give it a shot with the right person,” she answered softly. “Have you?”

“Yeah, mine actually just graduated last year,” you chuckled, reminiscing about your past. “Look, if you’re serious, then I’m down. But I want you to think about it first, it can be kinda dangerous.”

“I’d agree with you if we knew each other before,” Yuna replied. “But we just met, I don’t think feelings will be an issue.”

“Right,” you tried to hide your skepticism. “Alright, exclusive or no?”

“I’d say no. Thoughts?”

“Fine with me,” you held out her panties. “But then no jealousy allowed.”

“Keep them,” Yuna winked up at you before standing up. “And of course not, no jealousy.”

“Yeah?” you placed your hands on her hips. “Even if I fuck your roomie?”

“I’ll do you one better,” Yuna whispered into your face before spinning you around and pushing you onto the chair. She had already straddled your lap before whispering her next words. “Fuck me again and I’ll set you up with her myself.”

“Deal.

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A/N:

Short and quick little piece I wrote in a couple of nights. I had always planned for Yuna to be in the Roommates universe, I just can't remember what inspired me to write it all of a sudden. Truthfully not the most edited and reviewed fic I've ever written, oh well, enjoy!

I really hope it's not too confusing (not that you need to read the other fics in the universe, the whole point is that you can read them independently). This is supposed to take place in junior year, and there are a few references to some of the other fics in this universe, some foreshadowing I guess.

I wouldn't expect another fic for a bit, I really don't have much time to write lately. I can, however, give some insight on what I'm currently working on: Dating Seraphs next part soonish (my priority rn), Exchange next part, Roommates Kazuha part 3, Roommates Eunbi part 2, Roommates secret unnamed idol part 1, unnamed actress stand alone fic, and also a stand alone MiSaMo fic (this one might be my next post, I'm like 8k words deep already). There are a couple others currently on the back burner that I haven't forgotten about as well.

Long ass A/N but I haven't said much to my readers in a while so fuck it. Like always, feel free to throw feedback at me, I try to read it all. I probably can't be convinced to write more, but if you're desperate for one of the fics I listed above then feel free to plead your case and I'll probably prioritize it. Take care you lovely people.

[momosknight]

Stepfather's Slut

NewJeans Danielle × Male Reader

[Commissioned]

Noncon, Blackmail, Slut Shaming, Fingering, Squirting, Throat Fuck, Cum In Mouth, Vaginal Sex, Quick Anal, Cum In Ass

3,110 Words

You stumble home, bone-tired after a long day, only to find your stepdaughter, Danielle, in a whole new light. As you pass her room, the sight before you makes you freeze mid-step. The door's ajar, and there she is, your sweet, innocent-looking girl, riding her pillow like it's the dick of her dreams.

Danielle's petite frame is on full display, her slim body glistening with a light sheen of sweat. The nightdress she wears is hiked up, and bunched around her tiny waist, revealing her long, slender legs and smooth, pale skin. 

Her small hands are busy, pinching and rolling her pert nipples, making those little tits dance. She's a fucking vision, and you can't tear your eyes away.

"Ohh... yes..." She's whispering to herself, her voice hoarse with desire. "Fuck me... harder..."

You watch, transfixed, as her hips grind in a slow, sensual rhythm. Her eyes are closed, her lips parted, and she's moaning softly, each sound a sweet melody of pleasure. You can see her pussy, glistening and swollen, lips parted as if inviting you in.

Your cock twitches in your pants, hardening at the sight. You feel a mix of surprise and arousal. Danielle, the well-mannered girl you thought you knew, is a secret vixen, a private pleasure seeker.

As you stand there, your mind races with thoughts of what to do next. Should you announce your presence? Or watch this private moment play out? The decision is made for you as Danielle's pleasure peaks.

"Oh fuck... I'm... cumming!" She cries out, her voice a mix of surprise and ecstasy.

Her body convulses, her back arching as she presses her face into the pillow, muffling her screams. You can see her pussy juices gushing out, soaking the bed sheets. It's a sight that pushes you over the edge, your cock throbbing.

Damn, Danielle's a squirter, a secret slut just waiting to be unleashed. You realize she needs a real cock, a hard lesson in pleasure and pain. And you're just the guy to give it to her.

You're a man on a mission, determined to get what you want from your stepdaughter, Danielle. After that eye-opening night, you knew you had to make your move, but you needed to play this smart. So, you start by setting the stage, ensuring her obedience.

The next morning, Danielle greets you with her usual polite demeanor, all smiles and sunshine. "Good morning, Father," she says, her voice cheerful. "Did you sleep well?"

You offer to make her breakfast, but the little tease declines, claiming she's running late for college. As you watch her leave, you imagine those long legs strutting down the hallway and that tight ass swaying under her short skirt.

Once she's out the door, you get to work. You've got all the time to set up the trap that will ensure she's yours for the taking. You place the tiny camera, no bigger than a button, inside the flower vase on her study desk. It's the perfect spot, giving you a front-row view of her bed.

At work, your mind keeps wandering back to Danielle. The memory of her humping that pillow haunts you, and now you've got a new vision to fuel your fantasies—her slender fingers working her tight pussy.

When you get home late, you're eager to check her room, but the door is closed tonight. You decide to bide your time, knowing the camera is there, capturing all the action.

The following day, you retrieve the camera, your heart racing with anticipation. You lock yourself in your office and play the footage. There she is, your sweet Danielle, but this time she's on all fours, naked as the day she was born.

"Oh God yes... right there..." she pants, her voice breathy and raw.

She's fingering her pussy, but it's the direct view of her ass that captures your attention. That tight tiny hole, clenching and unclenching, is begging to be filled. You can see her asshole, puckered and inviting, and you know you're gonna stretch both her holes wide open.

You smirk, knowing the time for waiting is over. Danielle's gonna get a real man's cock, and she's gonna love every second of it.

You're feeling a buzz of power as you set the trap, ready to spring it on your unsuspecting stepdaughter. It's the next morning, and you've got Danielle right where you want her. You call her into your office, a place she's always felt safe and secure.

"Hey, sweetie," you say, feigning innocence. "Got a minute? I need some help with something."

Danielle, ever the dutiful girl, enters with a smile, her long hair cascading over her shoulders. "Sure, Father. What's up?"

You gesture to the laptop on your desk. "I need you to help me with something personal."

As she steps closer, you hit play. On the screen, there she is, naked and writhing, her fingers working her pussy. Her eyes go wide, and the blood drains from her face.

"W-what...?" she stammers.

You let the video play, her cries of pleasure filling the room. "You're a slut, Danielle. And now you're gonna do as I say."

Tears well up in her eyes. "Wh-why do you have this? Why are you doing this to me?"

You lean back, relishing the power you hold over her. "It doesn't matter how I got it. What matters is that I do. And if you don't wanna be the talk of your college, or have your mom find out, you'll do as I say."

She's shaking now, her perfect little body trembling. "B-but why? You're like a father to me."

You stand, walk around the desk, and tower over her. "Exactly. And fathers discipline their daughters. Now, I want you to strip. I'm gonna film it, so there's no going back."

Her mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water. She knows resistance is futile. With trembling hands, she begins to undress, her eyes never leaving yours. You've got her now, and the real fun is about to begin.

The power dynamic has shifted, and you're reveling in it. Danielle stands before you, a picture of vulnerability, her shirt halfway unbuttoned, tears streaming down her face.

"Faster, slut," you growl, your voice low and commanding. "Or do you want me to rip it off?"

"N-no, please, father," she whimpers, her hands shaking around the collar of her shirt as she hastens to obey. "D-don't do this. I'm scared, p-please…"

You're not having any of it. You step forward, grabbing her by the throat, and cutting off her air supply. "Call me Father again, and I'll make you regret it. You're my little slut now, and sluts need a Daddy to teach 'em right."

Her eyes bulge, pleading for release. You loosen your grip slightly, enough for her to gasp. "I-I understand, D-Daddy," she chokes out.

Satisfied, you release her, only to grab her shirt and rip it open, buttons flying. You shove her towards the couch, her bare breasts bouncing with the force.

"Now, play with yourself, just like in the video," you command, your voice laced with anticipation. "But remember, cum without permission, and I'll make you famous. Every guy at your college will know you as the campus slut."

Danielle collapses onto the couch, her sobs muffled as she buries her face in her hands. But you're not having any of her resistance.

"Spread those legs, Danielle," you order, your voice cold. "Let Daddy see that pretty pussy. Finger yourself, nice and slow."

She hesitates, but only for a moment. Her hands move to her thighs, pushing them apart, revealing her glistening slit. Her fingers tremble as she touches herself, her body betraying her, responding to your commands.

You watch, your cock throbbing with anticipation. This is just the beginning, and you can't wait to see her break.

You're a man on a mission, and that mission is to break your stepdaughter's spirit and make her your obedient little slut. With a swift motion, you rip the black skirt from her legs, leaving her completely exposed, her nakedness a testament to your power over her.

"What's the hold-up, slut?" you demand, your voice dripping with disdain. "I thought you loved getting off. Show Daddy what you got."

Danielle's hands, trembling, move to her pussy, her fingers sliding into her slit with practiced ease. She knows what she's doing, and it's fucking hot. You watch as she works herself, her eyes closed, biting her lip to stifle the moans you know are bubbling up inside her.

You're not having any of that silent shit. You slap her thigh, leaving a red imprint. "Moan for Daddy, you little bitch. Let me hear how much you love it."

Your words cut deep, and her sobs turn to whimpers, then to moans. "Ohh... D-Daddy..." she pants, her fingers moving faster, her pussy clenching around them.

"That's it, you filthy whore," you goad her on. "You're nothing but a cock-hungry slut, aren't you? Bet you wish you had a real dick inside you right now."

Your insults are like fuel on a fire, and her movements become frantic. Her pussy is glistening, her fingers plunging in and out, the wet sounds filling the room.

"Don't you dare cum," you warn her. "But if you stop, there'll be hell to pay."

She's at the edge, her body betraying her. "Can't... hold back... D-Daddy, please... let me cum!" she begs, her voice hoarse.

Her toes curl, her stomach tightens, and her fingers move in a blur. She's trying so hard not to cross that line, but her body is desperate for release.

"Please... Daddy..." she cries, her voice breaking. "I'm gonna cum... I can't... oh God..."

Her cries fill the room, a mix of pleasure and desperation. You grab her ankle, pushing her leg up, exposing her even more, her fingers now a blur between her legs. Her juices are flowing, dripping down to her asshole, glistening in the light.

Danielle's body is a live wire, every nerve ending screaming for release. She's trying to hold back, but her fingers have a mind of their own, working her pussy with increasing urgency. You watch, your cock throbbing as she teeters on the edge of orgasm.

"You're a mess, slut," you taunt her. "Can't even fucking control yourself. Do you want to cum so bad?"

Her moans turn to whimpers as she fights the rising tide of pleasure. Her free hand cups her breast, squeezing and pinching the nipple, adding to the building pressure.

"N-no, hnn, I... can't..." she pants, her hips bucking against her will.

You know she's close, and you want to push her over the edge. "Go on, you little bitch. Cum for Daddy. Show me how much you get off with I'm watching you."

Your words are like a trigger. Her back arches, her fingers working her clit in frantic circles. "Ohhh! fuck, no— I'm... cumming!" she screams, her body convulsing.

She's a sight to behold, her pussy clenching and releasing in waves as she squirts, her juices soaking the couch. But her defiance won't go unpunished.

"Stupid whore," you growl, placing the camera aside. "Cumming without permission, huh? That's gonna cost you."

You step out of your pants, your hard cock springing free. Danielle, still riding the waves of her orgasm, looks up at you with wide eyes as you straddle her face.

"Open wide, slut," you command, grabbing her hair and guiding your thick shaft towards her mouth.

She tries to resist, but you're relentless, pushing past her lips, filling her mouth and throat. Her eyes widen in surprise and fear as you start to fuck her face.

"You're going to drink my cum, understand?" you grunt, each word punctuated by a thrust. "From now on, you swallow, because you've been a bad girl."

You grip her head, holding her in place as you slide in and out, her throat constricting around your cock. She gags, her eyes watering, but you don't let up, using her mouth as your personal pleasure hole.

You groan, your balls are tightening. "This is your punishment for being such a slut."

You're face-fucking her with abandon, your thick cock sliding in and out of her throat, making her gag and choke. Her eyes roll back, tears mixing with saliva as she drools and gags, her body writhing beneath you.

Danielle's pussy is still pulsing from her orgasm, her juices flowing, but you're relentless. You thrust deep, over and over, your balls slapping against her chin. "Admit that you love my cock down your throat. Can't get enough, can you?" you grunt.

Her eyes are wild, her body trembling but despite the pain, she's responding, her pussy clenching and releasing around nothing, seeking the cock that's currently stretching her throat.

“That's right, you're a desperate little bitch," you taunt her. "Love getting treated like the whore you are.”

Your words are like a knife, cutting deep as you pound her face. Her body betrays her, another orgasm building, her pussy clenching and releasing around thin air. She whimpers, her voice muffled by your shaft.

You feel your balls tighten, and with a few hard, deep thrusts, you explode, filling her throat with your hot cum. She chokes, trying to swallow, but it's too much, some of it is leaking from the corners of her mouth.

You pull out, your cock glistening, and she coughs, gasping for air. But you're not done. You grab her by the hair, pulling her up and turning her around.

"On your knees, slut," you order, your voice harsh. She's weak, her legs trembling, but she obeys, presenting her ass to you. 

You rub your cock between her cheeks, relishing her softness. "Please... no more... I can't..." she begs, her voice breaking. "I need a break..."

You slap her ass, hard, making her cry out in pain. "Sluts don't get breaks, they do as they're told."

"But I'm your stepdaughter..." she pleads, her voice breaking. "Please, have mercy..."

You grin, cruel and predatory. "We'll see how much you can take then I will consider letting you rest for a bit "

With that, you line up and impale her tight, wet pussy with one stroke. She screams, her nails digging into the couch, her body bowing under the force of your penetration. “No! Oh, God, hnn! Please, ahhh! Stop, uhhh..."

You've got Danielle right where you want her, impaled on your cock, her body a vessel for your pleasure. You hold still, your thick shaft buried deep within her, stretching her to the limit.

"Feels good, huh, slut?" you whisper, your breath hot against her ear. "You're better than your mom, that's for sure. You're gonna get fucked by this every day, so you better get used to it."

She shakes her head frantically, her long hair flying. "N-no... too big... too deep... it hurts!" she screams, her voice raw. "It's... inside my stomach..."

You tighten your grip on her slim waist, pulling back until your cockhead is almost out, then slam back into her, claiming her again and again. Her pussy is a hot, wet glove, gripping and massaging your shaft with each thrust.

"You love it," you grunt, each word punctuated by a hard pump of your hips. "So wet for me, can't deny it."

Her cries are music to your ears, her body a canvas for your pleasure. You pound into her, relentlessly, your balls slapping against her clit with each thrust.

"N-no— ahh! D-Daddy..." she moans, her voice breaking. "It's... too much... I'm cumming..."

Her sobs turn to moans, her body betraying her as pleasure overtakes the pain. You feel her pussy clench around your cock, milking you as she rides out her orgasm.

You chuckle, pulling her head back by her hair. "Admit it, you're a slut for Daddy's cock. It feels good stretching that tight little cunt, right?"

She's lost in a haze of pleasure, her eyes unfocused. "Y-yes... Daddy..." she pants. "It feels... so good... can't stop cumming..."

You grin satisfied, your teeth flashing in the light. "That's right, you are my whore. My cock owns that pussy now."

You quicken your pace, your balls drawing up tight. You yank her sweaty hair hard, pulling her onto your cock, her ass slamming against your thighs. The room fills with the sounds of rapid flesh slapping, her moans, and your sharp grunts.

"You're gonna be bred, slut," you stated as a matter of factly. “I'm going to flood that pussy with my seed, make you carry my baby. How about that?”

Her eyes go wide, panic flashing across her face. "N-no... my mom... she'll know..."

You smirk, leaning in close. "So what if she does? You worried I won't fuck you anymore?"

She shakes her head, her long hair sticking to her sweat-slicked body. "Yes, Daddy, I want your cock... all the time... I want your cum… every day…”

Her words are music to your ears, the perfect response from your obedient little slut. "That's my girl," you purr, your hand sliding forward to grip her throat lightly. "Always hungry for Daddy's cock.”

As if on cue, her body shudders, her pussy clenching around your shaft. "Cumming... again..." she mumbles.

You grin, a predator about to strike. "Well, if you don't want my baby, I guess I'll have to breed that tight ass instead."

Before she can process your words, you flip her onto her stomach, spreading her legs and ass cheeks wide. Her asshole, tight and puckered, is a tempting target.

"N-no, Daddy, not there, p-please. It will hurt a lot…" she whimpers.

But you're not listening. You line up and thrust, forcing your cock past the resistance, into the tightest heat you've ever felt.

"AAAAH!" she screams, her body going rigid as you impale her.

You don't give her time to adjust, pumping in and out, claiming her ass with hard, deep strokes. Her cries fill the room, muffled by the couch as you fuck her mercilessly.

"You're mine, slut," you grunt, your balls slapping against her with each thrust. With a few final harder thrusts, you explode, your cock twitching as you flood her bowels with your fresh white semen. 

You collapse on top of her, riding out your orgasm, your cock twitching inside her.

Danielle lies there, half unconscious, her body trembling from the intensity. You pull out, your cock glistening with cum.

You look down at her, your expression triumphant. No way she is going to college like this. She's staying home and you're going to fuck that ass till her mom gets back tomorrow. Need to stretch it out even more.

[momosknight]

EASY ft. Yunjin

yunjin x male reader smut

6k words

“Oh, you’re an idiot,” Yunjin decides, stealing yet another one of your fries. “My best friend is an idiot.”

You pull the bowl out of her reach, feeling the need to defend yourself, “You're really calling me an idiot because—”

“Because you have the completely insane opinion that jerking yourself off is better than getting a blowjob. What is wrong with you?”

“They’re overrated! Number of times I’ve cum from a blowjob—zero. Number of times I’ve cum from my own hand—probably thousands!”

“Okay, first—gross, and second—you’re not just an idiot. You are a sad, sad man.”

“I’m just being honest!”                      

Yunjin reaches over, snatches yet another fry. Waves it in front of your face, judging you, before reaching some kind of consensus in her unreasonably pretty head. “You only think that because you've never had a good one.”

“I've had plenty.”

Yunjin's eyes narrow. She crunches.

You swallow hard.

“But you've never had one from me.”

—

Look, you’re pretty sure Yunjin’s full of shit. You’ve known her forever, you’re well versed in her bullshitting ways—she’s got a penchant for stretching out the truth until it’s as elastic as the underwear strap that she just loves to leave sticking out of her jeans.

So, yeah. The girl likes to exaggerate. It’s kind of her job anyway. Make things seem bigger, more dramatic than they really are. Sell the idea of heaven in a three-minute pop song. Sweet lies from lips painted to perfection.

Plump, glossy, pillowy-soft lips that you’ve seen pout and purse and get trapped between her teeth or swiped over by her tongue and—

You get the picture.

“Seriously, the bathroom?” You’re asking, and honestly, you’re trying to give her an out. Waiting for her to take it back, reveal that this is all just an extremely unfunny prank, designed to needle you, make you blush and maybe get a good story to embarrass you in front of her friends with. How she left the silly, naïve hometown boy with his pants around his ankles and his dick in his hand.

Any time now, she’ll point and laugh and make you feel like even more of a fucking idiot when she says, ‘I can’t believe your dumb ass actually followed me in here expecting a blowjob,’ and that’ll be the end of it.

Really. Any time now.

And yet.

Silence as she closes the door behind her, which you feel the need to break with, “Come on, Yunjin, you don’t have to prove anything—"

Yunjin cuts you off—“Oh, but I want to.”

She spins on her heels to face you. Presses her back flush against the door. She turns the lock.

Something in the room shifts. 

Her posture, maybe, or more specifically something in her legs. The way she’s angled herself so that your eyes are drawn to their long creamy expanse, up to the tightness of her thighs, and the way they frame the juncture in between.

Or it’s in the drop of one single shoulder; her half-zipped hoodie sliding down to reveal a sliver of smooth neck, the falling strap of her tank-top, the gentle swell of her chest.

Or maybe it’s just the tilt of her head, her lips all pouty and perfect, and oh, now she’s unzipping the jacket further down and she’s watching you find out in real time that she’s left her midriff bare and uncovered and holy shit her abs are ridiculous and your brain is blue-screening—

This isn’t the Yunjin you know.

The friend, the confidant, the embarrassingly loud chatterbox who raids your fridge and roasts your clothes and has a running commentary on every single woman that enters and very quickly leaves your orbit.

Each ticking second, each subtle movement, she’s starting to look less and less like the girl from your childhood and more and more like the idol that everyone else seems desperate to worship.

She takes a step forward.

Your mouth feels paper-dry.

You lie, “Can’t say you’re off to a great start, then.”

Yunjin raises a perfect brow, and yeah, she doesn’t buy that shit for a second. “What, were you expecting somewhere with a little more ambiance?”

“Well, you’re setting yourself up for failure here,” you retort, some defence mechanism causing you to try to keep things casual, bring it back to more familiar, banter-heavy waters. “Toilets aren’t really a turn-on for me.” 

“Didn’t take you for a romantic,” she teases, but something about her tone—light, playful, less biting than usual, sends you in a tailspin. Your mind grinds to a halt when you realise why. She’s not simply teasing. She’s flirting. And she’s taking another step.

“What can I say, I’m a love before lust kind of guy.”

Yunjin just laughs, something foreign and a little bit wicked. Forces a chill down your spine that you can’t quite explain. She makes those final steps, closing the distance, backing you up against the row of sinks, and—fuck.

She stops right in front of you. Your heart races. You think she can hear it thump.

“Am I making you nervous?” She asks, and it’s all kinds of fucked because now you’re seeing the details; the flecks of honey-brown escaping the coloured contacts that make her eyes pop, the curls at the end of her lashes, reaching out to touch the fluorescent lights overhead. “The thought of my pretty lips wrapped around you putting you on edge?”

And you really thought you knew her mouth; but now she’s jutting out her bottom lip, and it’s fuller than you remembered. As dangerously red as her hair, and Jesus Christ you catch the tremble in them when her eyes flicker down for just a brief instant—right before they return to yours.

She grins.

You aim for unaffected. You miss the mark by a wide margin. "Just don’t want to disappoint you. Putting all this effort in only to be proven wrong by me. Again.”

Yunjin gives you a pitying sigh in response, the sound all honey and smoke, and she makes you flinch when she barely has to move a muscle to place a single finger on your sternum.

She draws a lazy circle on your chest. You hate that you shiver.

“Something tells me that won't be the case,” she’s saying, whisper-quiet now. The circle she’s drawing gets wider, turns into a spiral, and now she’s massaging into your chest, a hand over your heart, and her fingers are getting higher until they’re up to your shoulder, and she’s leaning in so her breath is hot on your neck, and—“It’s going to be filthy. Sloppy. A fucking mess. You’ll never be the same. I’m going to bring you to your knees.”

“I thought the whole idea of this was for you to be kneeling in front of me,” you manage, by some miracle, to keep your voice steady. “Seems like you’re getting ahead of yourself here.”

“All in due time,” she answers, getting her body closer, and you can feel your worser impulses start to involuntarily close the gap between your waists. “I’m not like those other girls. I’m not going to just jump right on your cock and bounce up and down for two minutes. I think you’ve earned yourself a little torture.”

“Then you’re wasting your time.”

“We’ll see about that,” she chides, and her other hand starts to skate down your chest, lower and lower until it stops just short of your pants. Her thumb digs into your waistband. Tugs. Does nothing else.

And maybe there's something there. The denial. The torture. The helplessness. Coming from someone who's always been a little bossy, who you've always let get her way because, hell, she's Yunjin, and she always promised that in the end she'd make it so nice for you.

You’re not sure if you want to find out.

“Yunjin—”

“Don’t be afraid,” she giggles, breaking you out of whatever spell has kept you frozen in place this entire time. “Go ahead, you can touch me too, if you want.”

But it's just as you reach out for her that you’re caught.

Yunjin traps one of your wrists in her grasp, causing you to freeze up all over again. Brings your hand to her mouth. Let’s her eyes flit once—to your face—and again—to your thumb.

She sucks.

Slow, deep, her tongue swirling around the digit as it disappears past her lips and into the warmth of her mouth. Vibrates a ridiculously filthy moan into your knuckle, convincing you for a second that your thumb must be delicious, must be something really fucking sweet for her to be slurping on it like this.

She pulls away, just enough to let the sticky wetness left behind glisten in the light.

Her lips bless the pad. “You’re picturing it, aren’t you?”

And then the next finger; and yeah, you’re transfixed—fascination, horror, painful straining as she does the same dance with your forefinger. Deep, deeper than the thumb could reach, until your nail is scraping at the back of her throat and—

It pops out of her mouth as quick as it entered, and you feel it in your core—the sudden absence. “You’re thinking about it—thinking I might be right. Realising that if I can do this to your fingers—”

You can’t bring yourself to argue. Can’t even bring yourself to speak. You’re too busy watching her mouth, too busy watching your middle finger go all the way in, push down into her throat and holy fuck, she doesn’t even gag.

“It’d feel so much better than anything you ever had. Ever even imagined,” she says, and she’s kissing up and down your finger, staining it fire-engine red. “See, the problem wasn’t that you don’t like blowjobs. It’s that you never once gotten one from a mouth this eager for you.”

And finally, when her teeth graze the tip of your ring finger, and you’re expecting the warmth of her lips once more, she stops.

Grinds her hip into you, forcing you to stab into her abs, and it’s unavoidable now—the pressure of your cock, ready to tear itself out of your jeans and just feel her. Her touch. Her cunt. Her mouth.

She feels it too. Arches her eyebrow—‘I told you so’ on her lips prepped and ready.

You wait under the heat of her gaze, trying not to look because you really don't want to give her the satisfaction. But fuck it’s hard. Each breath feeling like it’s being siphoned out of you, replaced with the scent of her—sweet, suffocating. Intoxicating.

But your eyes turn traitor. And it’s a mistake.

Yunjin squeezes your wrist, steals your attention. Takes your ring and pinkie fingers into her mouth. Pushes them past her lips at the same goddamn time.

Your mind goes completely, utterly blank.

She sucks on them hard, drawing them deep past her lips, devouring them, like they’re the last two drops of water in the desert and she’s just been dying of thirst. Holds your eyes hostage, needing an audience to watch as she makes a show of it; moaning around them, tongue rolling over and around your digits and you’re receiving the message loud and clear—‘You have no idea what you’re in for.’

You feel your knees start to give out.

Your fingers are soaked with her saliva, and the sounds she’s making—deep, throaty, fucking obscene—your body’s being hijacked, all your blood redirected to one painfully obvious place.

It occurs to you that you should just give up now. Tell her she’s proven her point. Your heart’s racing, your chest is tightening, your breath is coming in ragged, desperate bursts. Just tell her you believe her and jump straight to the part where she does her victory dance on top of your cock

If only.

Yunjin sets your fingers free with a smack of her lips, but the heat of her mouth still clings to your skin, lingering with the wetness of her tongue, the promise of something so much better. She kisses a trail around your palm, over the back of your hand, around your wrist.

And then she’s on her toes, and she’s leaning her body into you, using your shoulder for support. Marking your neck, nose nuzzling against the stubble, and you can’t help but wrap your arms around her waist. Pull her closer, give her tongue access to your jaw, your cheek, anywhere she wants.

Her teeth line the bottom of your ear, and she sucks gently at your earlobe, and you swear to fucking God it makes your balls tingle.

She bites. “By the end of this, you’re going to be begging.”

Gets closer still, nestles herself into your embrace, presses her tits against your chest. It's divine, the feeling of her against you, in your arms. So right. A body so tight; slender and grace and so happy to have your arms wrapped around her, so delighted that you've discovered the perfect home for your fingers, because she would absolutely hate to have them anywhere else. On anyone else.

"You won't be able to resist me," she tells you, her breath hot on your skin, making it rise up in goosebumps. And you just nod along, because what could be better than the way she's touching you, the heat she's offering, the things you can already picture her lips doing?

And that’s when she lays it on you—her true endgame in all of this teasing:

“You’re going to want it so badly, you’re going to call me Mommy.”

You nearly push her right off you.

Yunjin just stares straight at you. Dead serious. Heat, intent, fucking determination set upon her awfully pretty features.

“I’m older than you, you know.” You try to laugh it off, but it comes out strained when Yunjin presses herself into you again, and her tongue starts to trace the shell of your ear, and her hand starts to work at your zipper. Touching you like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Like she’s done it so many times before. Like she’s going to do it so many times again.

“It’s a state of mind, baby,” and she smirks, and there’s a challenge in there. Two doors—try to prove her wrong and walk away, keep your dignity intact. Or just let go, get rid of your pride and fall into a pair of the most tempting, talented, sinful lips that have ever graced your skin.

You don't even get a second to decide.

Her hand’s already at your throat, pulling you close. You let her. Make it easy. Taste the sweetness of her breath, getting a split second to crave her tongue before finally meeting it. Her mouth crashes into yours, and you’re gone.

You kiss her back, breathe her in. Welcome her tongue past your teeth, let it stroke yours, dance in a way that’s far too right for a first time, and it's crazy how she just fits.

She feels, smells, tastes like everything good.

You settle into the reality that this might be the last—only—chance you get.

Face it, you’ve always known who she is—undeniable, goddamn gorgeous, sexy, hot, plain and simple. But this? This is different. You’ve watched it. Yunjin on stage, wearing next to nothing, hips rolling in sync with a thrumming bass, eyes fucking the hell out of the cameras. And you’ve fantasised about it. But it's always felt so fucking far-fetched. She's always felt so impossibly out of reach.

Intangible, since the day she debuted. Ascended to some place that you could never join.

But now.

She’s come back down, just for this. Just to reclaim something that's always been hers.

She moans something nice into your mouth when she feels you pushing back against her. Her hand finally dips beneath your waistband. Finds you eager. Desperate.

But then she pulls away.

Eyes widen, fucking laughs.

“Oh, you’re such an asshole.”

You blink. “What?”

She reaches back, hands careful. Like she’s defusing a bomb. Her fingers peel down the zipper of your pants, and then yank down the stretched-out cotton of your briefs, and you’re set free.

Hard. Aching. Throbbing.

Hers.

“Asshole,” she repeats.

You don’t even know what the fuck.

“Christ, it suddenly makes sense,” she says to herself, but doesn’t bother elaborating. No, instead, she just reaches back down, wraps her fingers around you and gives you a little squeeze. Tests the water. Feels the way your cock jumps under her touch.

Your knuckles turn white against the sink behind you, and Yunjin smiles again when she realises you’re going to let her do whatever she wants.

And so her hand starts moving. Slowly. Gently.

She kisses you again, for just a moment, and then lower, and lower. Stroking you as she maps her way down your body with her lips. Feather-light against your skin, touch hot on your cock, dragging it out, building the anticipation.

Stopping when she’s on her knees. Breathing on your cock.

You hiss in a breath.

Yunjin lets go. Takes off her jacket. Tightens her ponytail. Blinks up at you. And fuck. Her chin tipped just so. Her cheeks flushed. Her eyes alone making you strain.

Her lips part, and you find yourself nodding before she even says a single word.

“I’m going to take care of you now,” she whispers into your skin, kissing into your thigh. It’s warm, soft, wet. Excruciating. She’s so close to where you need her mouth to be, but so fucking far.

Her fingers trace patterns up and down your shaft, dancing over your cock. Not touching, never. Just teasing. Torment that has you squirming, and she’s basking in it, tracking every twitch, loving every desperate gasp.

“You’re mine,” Yunjin mutters, as her mouth travels up your thigh, and your muscles start to shake. You could just grab her, it’d be so easy. Just take her by the hair, force her to give you want you want. But something stops you. Afraid of breaking this moment. Anticipating what’s to come. 

Your oxygen's running low, barely breathing, can’t stop yourself from panting when her teeth scrape along your hipbone, and your cock jumps in response, nearly slapping her right in the face.

But fuck, Yunjin’s a sadist. She kisses around your waist, her tongue darting out to taste your skin, exhaling hot and steamy air against your balls. You're dripping, beading at the tip, and it’s all so, so obvious.

The wait is agony. Pure agony.

Yunjin gives you a small mercy. Her hand wraps around you again, and for an instant you’re terrified that the touch alone would be the end of it.

But thankfully, you outlast. Yunjin strokes you lightly, her grip firm but gentle. Loving. Wresting control over you, your cock. So fucking hard already, you’re surprised you haven’t torn the sink off the wall yet.

And then, oh fuck, she’s kissing closer. Your abs, your belly button. Lower, lower, breath hot on your cock, closer, closer, please.

You can’t take it anymore. You need her. You need this.

“Yunjin,” and any other time you would hate yourself for how embarrassingly needy it comes out.

“Admit you were wrong,” Yunjin says, and you’re ready to scream it, tell her you’ve never been more wrong about anything in your entire life. Anything to feel her lips. “Admit that there’s no way your hand could ever be better than this.”

“Yes,” you grit out, and it’s a fucking miracle you can form words at all. “You were right. I was wrong.”

She’s baring teeth now, and her lips are ghosting over your cock head and you just need her.

“Please.”

“Say it.”

“I can't—”

“Do it.”

“Mommy.”

And then—

Her mouth is on you.

Wet, hot, heaven. Taking you in slow, eyes paying attention to your every flinch, the agonising twists across your face. Trained on all your strained reactions. Savouring it. Reading you like a book—every page turned with a flick of her tongue, every paragraph devoured with a swirl of her cheeks.

Slow, so slow. Deliberate. Perfect suction. Just enough to make your toes curl, to have your hips buck in her mouth. Convincing you that everything before, everything you ever had, whatever you believed was a blowjob—was all a fucking lie.

No one ever felt like this.

Your fingers release the sink, find their natural place in her hair, threading through the red, letting it knot around your digits. And there's the urge again. Tug, pull, make her go faster, make her understand that she’s already won so you might as well fuck without abandon, but you don’t dare. You don’t want to ruin this. Not when she seems so satisfied.

Cheeks hollowing out with every suck, smiling around your cock, basking in some kind of pleasure you can’t even comprehend—because she’s the one doing the giving here.

And then when she sinks, finally pushes your cock to the back of her throat and further down. Presses her nose to your waist and holds you there. Stealing your breath, the air from your lungs, forcing a deep, guttural ‘Fuck’ from your gut.

You reach your conclusion. Her lips are made for this. Made to fit around your cock perfectly, to slide up and down with the fucking unapologetically sloppy noises that make the room spin. That it’s only her throat that can take you deeper than you ever thought possible, that can constrict and tighten around you so nice. That no other mouth could be this warm, hot, welcoming, fucking right.

She pulls back. A long, long draw that leaves a fucking mess. Globs of spit, drool, pre-cum hanging off your cock, from her lips.

“This poor, poor cock,” she sighs, like it’s such a great tragedy. “Never had anyone treat it right. Like the treasure it is.”

She shows you what she means, demonstrates how to properly worship your cock. Lips brushing along your shaft, pecking gentle kisses along your length, tongue snaking out to lick off her own spit.

Her hand slides under your balls, cupping them, balancing them in her palm. Holding them in place when she points your cock up so she can duck underneath. Nuzzle her nose into your waist, lap her tongue at your base, get her lips right where you’re most sensitive.

Pleasing you like she’s always wanted to. Making you believe that maybe she has. Maybe this is something she’s been thinking about all this time; every time she’s seen you, seen the way you looked at her, heard you tell stories of the other women that only ever disappointed you with their mouths.

Not knowing that she was the one that could make you fucking levitate this entire time.

“This was always going to happen,” Yunjin says. Starting to stroke you again, her grip a little tighter this time, a little more possessive. Looking up at you through her lashes, red lipstick smudged off the corner of her mouth. “One way or another, I was always going to have this.”

And her tongue is everywhere. Laving around the base of your cock, making you feel it all the way to your toes. Not done with the teasing, the unbearably slow burn that’s going to drive you insane.

Her mouth opens wide. She takes one of your balls into her mouth. Surrounds it in soft, wet heat. Sucking—not hard, not yet, just enough. Enough to make you bite down and grind your teeth. Squeeze your eyes shut—not that it even helps. You can feel her tongue rolling around, coating your balls in a warm stickiness. Soothing. Torturous. So fucking good.

She lets out a soft hum, and the vibration nearly sends you over the edge.

Yunjin lets go with a pop, and you swear you can hear your soul sigh in relief and despair. “God, this cock,” she murmurs, “Wish you had told me, shown it to me sooner.”

The way she says it—like you could even fathom what you’ve been missing out on. Years of this? Years of her mouth on you? Years of her making you feel like the only thing that matters in this fucking world is impaling your cock into the most insanely hot and wet and tight hole you’ve ever felt?

The look on Yunjin’s face answers every single question for you.

Yes. Yes to all of it.

“Could have been doing this every fucking day,” she muses, and you let out some choked gasp, and her lips are kissing into your slit again. Then her tongue, then lower, and she’s taking you deep. So deep you’re pretty sure you can feel her fucking heartbeat through her throat.

She holds you there. One, two, three. Letting her tongue drool down your shaft, letting it drip over your balls and splash down between her knees.

Pulls back, lets go, catches her breath.

Spits on your cock.

“Imagine,” she speaks, even though her mouth is a fucking disaster, lips swollen, just a glossy smudge of red. “Just waking up to me sucking this, getting it all nice and hard and throbbing.”

It’s not difficult at all to see it. You can feel it. Tongue flattening against the underside of your cock, the swallow as she’s taking you in, the cheeks fixing around the edges with each bob. Just so fucking messy. Soaking your cock, letting these garbled, choked, slick, filthy noises echo off the bathroom walls.

“This would ruin me, you know that don’t you? Ruin my cunt,” she tells you. “Ruin Mommy’s tight little cunt so fucking nicely.”

“Fuck you, Yunjin,” is the best you can muster, which is impressive considering your brain cells are dying off one by one from the lack of oxygen.

“Yeah, I’m sure you’d love that.”

“Of course I would,” you admit, and then continue admitting, “I’ve always fucking wanted to.”

“I know,” Yunjin admits back, and that sets her off. Her mouth goes to work again, your cock disappearing into her, her hand getting just that little bit faster, and fuck, fuck, fuck, she’s got it all wrong.

She’s the one that’s going to ruin you. Going to make you forget every other orgasm you ever had.

There'll be no room for anything in your head but just thoughts of fucking her. Raw, rough; again and again until she's completely filled up with you and even then.

“Been dreaming of it,” you groan out, as Yunjin’s pace builds, and there’s the beginning of tears lining her eyes, and she’s gagging more often than not, and it compels you to keep telling her, “Been dreaming of your tight fucking body. What I’d do to get my hands on that slutty little waist. Just dig in my fingers and pound into that cunt. God I know it would feel so good.”

Deeper and deeper, until she doesn’t even need to use her hands anymore. Just to steady your legs, to keep you still while she fucks your cock with her throat.

And it’s these images you’re drawing up in her mind. How you’d pay her back, how you’d make her scream, how’d you do the same to her and more. Wreck her with your cock until she never seeks another again. Make sure that her lips, her cunt, her body belong to only you. That’s what’s driving her now, making her eyes water, making her cheeks go red and her throat bulge.

That’s what has her hand snaking down between her thighs, forcing open the button of her shorts, stretching the waistband of her panties to their limits. Just so she can touch herself. To feed into the heat building in her cunt and the wetness leaking down her legs.

You can feel her, mouth tightening around you as she teases herself. Feel the accidental swipe of her teeth when it gets too much. She’s rubbing her clit in circles, matching the tempo of her bobbing head.

Fuck, the sight alone.

Hand disappearing into her shorts, getting down and into herself, and she’s so fucking pretty, even when her face is scrunched up in the worst of pleasures, even when she’s choking on your cock.

And you think there’s laughter around the gags, or at least a smile against your skin when you throb, jerk, fuck her mouth. She’s enjoying this. The power, the pleasure she can wrench from you. You’re getting off, sure, but it’s all for her. All to prove her point.

And she’s fucking winning.

“Tell me,” she gurgles when she’s at your head, mouth bubbling at the corners with a cocktail mix of her sloppiness and your arousal. “Tell me how good it feels.”

“Shit, Yunjin, it feels—”

“Actually, fuck that, tell me it’s better,” Yunjin decides, and she seems so fucking pleased with herself that you want to hate her. But it’s so hard to deny those big fucking eyes that anchor you to the ground, those ridiculously plump lips that suck any argument right out of your throat. “Better than your hand. Better than any other mouth. Tell me it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to your cock. Be a good boy and tell me I’m better.”

You groan, or whimper, or cry, or make some noise that makes Yunjin just so fucking ecstatic, makes her swoon and nearly come apart on her own fingers. “So much fucking better, Yunjin. Jesus, your lips. Perfect for this. Perfect, cock-sucking lips. Hot mouth. Your fucking throat taking me so nice.”

“Use it,” Yunjin opens her mouth, stretches her lips as far as they'll go, showing you, sticking out her tongue and giving you an insight into your own end. “Use it like the toy it’s always been for you. Fuck it, fuck me. Use my lips, my mouth, my throat. Make me choke until you think I can't take it and then give me even more.”

“You’re fucking insane.”

“And you’re about to make a mess.”

Yeah, you’re properly doomed.

God it’s so fucking cruel. How Yunjin doubles down, mouth swallowing you whole. So fast and deep that you don’t understand how you’re still on your feet. Just watching her throat pulse, convulse, her eyes bulge when you rut inside her and she just won’t stop.

“You’re so fucking good, Yunjin, so good, you’re a—fuck—you’re a—” Only one word comes straight to mind, "Cumslut."

Yunjin preens. Looks up, lashes fluttering. Sounding so girly that it makes everything seem even more debauched and depraved. “Aren’t I? Aren’t I so good for you?”

You grunt out, “You already fucking know.”

Yunjin’s hand returns to the fold, jerking your cock into her lips, because your own personal catastrophe’s on the horizon. It’s coiling in your balls, tightening up, a spring ready to snap.

And, oh, how Yunjin would love to be the one that snaps it.

“You’re not going to be able to go back. Never. No one else will be able to take this big fucking cock like this. No one can be as much of a cumslut for you.”

You’re fucking falling apart. Yunjin’s mouth is a vice. Hot, heavenly, sloppy vice that’s squeezing the last drops of sanity from your brain. She just keeps fucking doing it—taking you so deep until your cock’s lost down her throat, over and over again. And it’s building and getting closer and closer to disaster and every nerve ending in your body is just begging for release.

“Give in,” she slurs around your girth, barely coherent, mouth full of you. Pumping your cock faster, until it’s throbbing and aching so desperately and angrily, and her words are sounding nicer and nicer with every passing beat. “Give up. Give me that cum. All of it.  Cum for me. Make Mommy happy. Give me what I want. Give me what I need. Give me—”

“Shut the fuck up and take it—”

“Be a good boy and beg—”

“Fuck you—”

You’re straining, for the first time lifting your hips off the sink and falling into her. Hands holding onto her head—and now her hair is just a handlebar, and you're riding her mouth for dear life, fucking into it like she doesn't have a choice. Using her, making her take you, over and over, again and again, and she’s just so happy to keep fingering herself into oblivion while you lose all tempo and pace and forcefully, clumsily wreck her throat.

Until you’re just seeing red.

Red of her hair, her lips. Red smudged up and down your cock and against your waist and all over your fucking fingers.

And then—

“Fuck you—Mommy!”

You can see it in her eyes.

You can feel it in every nerve ending.

You can taste it in the air.

It’s harsh, mean, rough. Pounding into her mouth, stretching her throat, until her nails are digging into your thighs and you’re shaking, twitching, fucking—

Cumming.

You empty yourself into her. Yunjin doesn’t flinch. She takes it. Every pulse of your orgasm, every drop of your cum. Swallows it down with a greedy gulp, again and again, until she can’t swallow anymore.

It gushes out of her mouth.

A thick rope that she can’t quite keep up with that paints those gorgeous fucking lips. Her cheeks and chin. Drips down to her neck. So fucking beautiful. Covered with your cum all over her face, and now down to her shoulder, her collarbone, and oh you’ve ruined her entire slutty outfit.

“God, fuck, Yunjin—”

And she’s dropping her pussy down onto her fingers, panting around your cock, around mouthfuls of your cum. Working her clit in quick, sharp movements until it’s just your hand tangled in her hair that’s keeping her upright.

This fucking image of her.

Mouth full of you, swallowing, choking, gagging. So fucking obscene you can’t look away. Eyes rolled back into her skull, cheeks are flaming, and she’s so shiny and wet and glazed over, and just a complete fucking mess for you.

You can’t imagine anything better.

It leaves you reeling. Standing there with your cock still out. Shaking from aftershocks that you’re not sure will ever end. Trying to catch your breath, chest heaving, eyes blurring back into clarity while you watch Yunjin return to life.

“Good boy,” she breathes, but it’s hardly smug. It’s just pure victory.

She opens her mouth. Smiles so wide. Shows you her prize. Shows you the mess she’s made, shows you everything. Moans at the taste of it, as she absorbs your flavour into her tongue. Completely dazed, mouth fucked to hell, and just strung-out and drunk on your cum. She finds the energy to swipe her tongue around her teeth, cleaning the best she can. She barely makes a dent.

And you’re still hard. Still fucking throbbing.

Her eyes never leave yours. She wants you to see.

She grins, and you're already expecting it, the victory speech. Something no doubt flirty and teasing and completely fucking filthy that will make you want to throw her over the sink and punish her tight, drenched cunt until she's the one begging and calling you Daddy.

Only, that all gets tossed out when you hear someone banging on the bathroom door.

“Everything okay in there?”

The sudden intrusion brings everything back into focus, seizes you back into a reality outside of Yunjin's cum-stained lips.

You clear your throat.

“I’m sorry, it’s my,” and you look down and Yunjin’s beaming up at you. Looking so perfect, kneeling on the cold tiles. Streaks of your cum hanging off her chin. She blows you a kiss. “My girlfriend. Just needed some immediate attention.”

And Yunjin decides to up the ante, leaning back into you. Snaking her arms around your thigh. Kissing into where you’re still so ridiculously sensitive. And then licking and sucking and—

It takes an impossible amount of effort to not scream at the top of your lungs. “We’ll be out soon, just need a couple—”

Yunjin shakes her head. Shows you both hands. Flashes all fingers.

“Ten—”

Shakes her head once more. Flashes again.

“Twenty?”

Yunjin nods.

“Twenty minutes.”

There’s a pause on the other side of the door, and you realise that this is all fucking out of control and completely unbelievable.

But still.

Yunjin’s tongue is setting you on fire, and God she’s kissing up higher, rising to her feet and she's covering every inch of your skin that she has yet to leave her mark.

You whisper-shout at her, “They’re going to break this door down.”

Yunjin laughs, and there’s no way whoever is outside the bathroom doesn’t hear it.

She removes her ruined top. Lets her bra fall to the ground. Steps out of her drenched panties. She looks like perfection.

“That’s fine,” she says, and she’s taking a hold of you, kissing you, and you can taste yourself on her lips and fuck, she’s winning again—“But you’re going to break me first.”

[momosknight]

Incest smut with Jeon Somi please! 🙏😭 Write whatever with her, I don't mind! She lacks smut around here 🥲

Don't Get Drunk

Jeon Somi × Male Reader (6,082 words)

Author's note: Sorry for being MIA! The new year has been a bit wild. I got a little too greedy and wanted to write all my ideas at once, but then I ended up not finishing anything. Lesson learned, right? I’m aiming to post one smut piece every two weeks from now on, so wish me luck! Also, my first non-Dreamcatcher smut, woo!

The dim glow of your television paints the walls of your living room in shifting shades of blue as you lose yourself in the hardcore porn playing loudly on screen. Your hand traces the thick veins throbbing beneath the skin of your cock. Each stroke sends a pleasurable jolt through you as you watch the bodies writhe and moan.

Boxers are all you bother with tonight, the cool air raising goosebumps on your bare chest, a stark contrast to the heat building in your groin. You're completely engrossed, riding the edge of release, when a jarring buzz cuts through the porn’s soundtrack. Annoyance flares instantly, a tight knot in your stomach pulling you from the brink of pleasure.

You glance at your phone screen, the bright numbers mocking you: 12:37 AM. Who the hell is ringing your doorbell at this ungodly hour? It’s Saturday night, for fuck’s sake, people are supposed to be out partying, not bothering you in your sanctuary of solitude and self-love.

Before you can fully register your irritation, the doorbell bleats again, a longer, more insistent sound this time, as if the person on the other side is determined to get your attention. With a frustrated click of your tongue, you reluctantly pull your boxers up, the soft fabric momentarily trapping your still-hard dick.

The buzz resonates again, now bordering on aggressive. Fine, you think, you'll answer it and send whoever it is packing. You stomp to the door, adrenaline mixed with residual horniness making your movements jerky. You yank the door open with more force than necessary, ready to unleash a volley of irritated questions, but the words die on your tongue.

Standing on your doorstep are two women. One, a vibrant shock of pink hair, is supporting the other, who is practically draped over her shoulder. And you recognize them instantly. It's your older sister, Somi, completely plastered, and her eternally bubbly, pink-haired friend, Giselle.

Heat floods your face, a flush of embarrassment. You hadn’t expected visitors, especially not now, especially not in this state, shirtless and still smelling faintly of your own musk. You try to subtly tug your boxers higher, hoping they conceal enough. Giselle, however, just beams at you, her smile wide and bright even in the dim hallway light.

“Hey!” she chirps, her voice slightly breathless from the effort of holding up your taller sister. “Sorry to bother you so late, but well, Somi insisted on coming here.” Giselle’s eyes flick towards you, her smile softening into an apologetic curve. “I offered to let her crash at my place, but she was really set on seeing you.”

You sigh, running a hand through your hair and pushing down the lingering mortification. Somi is a mess. Her blonde hair, usually meticulously styled, hangs in tangled clumps around her face. Her white blouse is askew, twisted so far to the side that the lacy edge of her bra is clearly visible, and the swell of her tits threatens to spill out of the neckline with every unsteady breath she takes.

She looks up at you, her eyes unfocused and glassy, and a wide, goofy grin spreads across her face. She slurs your name, her voice thick with alcohol. “You’re the best! Thank you for letting me stay!” She doesn’t even wait for you to agree, just assumes she’s welcome, as always.

Giselle’s voice cuts through Somi’s drunken ramblings, bringing you back to the awkward reality of the situation. “Yeah, sorry about this,” she repeats, her pronunciation softening the words. “I really tried to get her to come to my place, but… yeah, you see how that worked out.” She gestures helplessly at Somi, who is now attempting to hug Giselle's arm, giggling nonsensically.

You manage a small smile. "It's fine," resignation coloring your tone. "I know how stubborn she can be when she's like this." It’s an understatement. Somi sober is headstrong; Somi drunk is a force of nature. With a sigh, you reach out and disentangle Somi from Giselle, taking your sister’s weight onto yourself.

Her soft body pressed against yours, her chest bumping against your bare arm. “Thanks for bringing this blondie here,” you say to Giselle, nodding your head in gratitude. “Want to come in for a bit?”

The offer is half-hearted, because the blaring porn audio suddenly registers in your mind, a pulsing rhythm vibrating through the thinly insulated walls.

Luckily, Giselle shakes her head, her pink hair swaying. “Oh, no, it’s really late,” she says, her smile still warm but tinged with tiredness. “I should probably head home. Just make sure she drinks some water, okay?”

You nod, a silent thank you. You can’t quite tell if Giselle heard the muffled throbbing bass from your apartment, but she’s smiling as usual, so maybe she’s either oblivious or just incredibly polite.

“Goodnight!” she calls out, waving as she turns to walk away, her pink hair bobbing in the dim light. “Goodnight, Somi!”

You close the door, the click echoing in the sudden quiet. Then, you turn your attention to the drunken blonde lump in your arms. Somi instantly latches onto you, clinging like a koala, her arms wrapping around your neck, her soft chest pressing firmly against your arm.

You notice then that her short skirt has ridden even higher throughout the evening’s drunken escapades, now barely covering her thighs. You grunt slightly at her unexpected weight, and half-drag, half-carry her towards the living room, her body limp and pliant against yours.

You dump her unceremoniously onto the stool of the kitchen countertop first, her breathing heavy and shallow. You stare down at her semi-conscious form, a jumble of irritation and something else stirring within you.

From as far back as you can remember, Somi has been a constant source of trouble. Always needing rescuing, always making messes, always relying on you to clean up after her.

You’d foolishly hoped that adulthood would bring some semblance of responsibility, some maturity, but tonight proves that she’s only gotten worse. And it’s always you who has to deal with it.

You’re barely an adult yourself, just out of high school, juggling odd jobs to make ends meet. You can barely afford to feed yourself, let alone constantly bail out your trainwreck of a sister.

But as you look at her now, drunk and vulnerable, a different kind of thought surfaces. Maybe, just maybe, Somi’s perpetual negligence, her constant state of disarray, maybe it could be useful to you in some way.

Your gaze roams over her curvy body, lingering on her glossy parted lips, slightly swollen and wet-looking. It drifts lower, to the generous mound of her breasts, straining against the fabric of her blouse, the nipples hardening against the thin material in the cool air.

Finally, your eyes settle on her exposed thighs, bare and pale beneath the hiked-up skirt. Your own cock, still semi-hard from earlier, stirs inside your boxers, tightening with renewed insistence.

The images from the porn movie on the screen flicker in your peripheral vision, blurring with the real, tempting flesh before you; you older sister. A dangerous, thrilling idea begins to take root in your mind.

Somi slurs her words, leaning heavily against the countertop. "Hey... sorry about all the trouble," she says, her voice low and deep. "But you don't mind, right? Cause we're siblings, after all." She lets out a giggle, a wet, bubbly sound that ends in a snort.

She stumbles further into your apartment, clumsily making her way to the couch like she expects you to scoop her up and carry her, like she is some fat, lazy crocodile ready to be provided endless comfort.

Her breasts, unrestrained by a bra, bounce with each unsteady step, quivering under her thin top as she collapses onto the couch, where she sprawls out, limbs akimbo, like she owns the damn place.

You watch her, a low chuckle rumbling in your chest, the predatory feeling already starting to stir. "Of course, sis," you say, your voice smooth, almost too gentle. "I will take care of my sister."

She grins drunkenly, eyes unfocused and glazed over. "Knew I could count on you," she mumbles, already drifting off, her words blurring together.

You watch her for a moment, the image of her sprawled out on your couch igniting a heat in your groin. Quietly, you push your boxers down, the sound amplified in the still room. You reach inside, your fingers closing around the thick shaft already straining against the fabric.

With a swift motion, you pull them down, freeing your rock-hard cock. It springs out, heavy and throbbing, pulsing with anticipation as you approach the couch, your footsteps silent on the carpet.

Lowering yourself, you position yourself directly in front of her face, your cock level with her slightly parted lips. Without a word, you guide the head of your cock to her mouth, the tip nudging against her wet lips.

Then, with a firm push, you slide your cock inside, the warmth and moisture of her mouth enveloping you. You hiss in pleasure, the sensation electric. Somi moans, a confused sound escaping her throat. Instinctively, she tries to pull her face away, a weak resistance against your forceful advance.

But you're ready. Your hand shoots out, gripping the back of her neck, your fingers tangling in her hair, holding her head firmly in place. You push deeper, inch after inch, forcing more of your length into her mouth. Her tongue, surprisingly, wraps around your shaft, massaging you, a primal, instinctive response even in her drunken stupor.

Somi’s voice is muffled, a garbled protest against your intrusive cock. "Mmmph… no…" she manages to moan against your flesh, her hand weakly pushing against your thigh, a pathetic attempt to dislodge you. Her eyes flutter half-open, unfocused and confused.

But you’re lost in the sensation, the friction of her mouth, the growing pleasure tightening your balls. You hiss again, a sharp intake of breath, as you slide in and out, slowly at first, savoring the feel. Her moans of unconscious protest only fuel your excitement.

You lean closer, "Come on, sis," you whisper, the word dripping with a sick intimacy. "I know you’re a good cocksucker." You shift your grip on her nape, tightening it possessively. "Just suck my cock every day, and then you can stay here as long as you want. You don’t have to hear Dad’s nagging at home anymore."

The proposition hangs in the air, a twisted bargain made in the heat of the lustful moment. Somi's head bobs rhythmically, almost unconsciously. Despite her mumbled protests, her mouth tightens around your cock, her body seemingly overriding her conscious mind.

Her back arches slightly off the couch, a subtle shift in posture that reveals a buried desire. Her legs clamp together, rubbing against each other, a telltale sign of her own arousal, even in this forced encounter.

It's as if her body knows, deep down, that she’s a slut at the core, always ready to submit to pleasure. She starts humming unconsciously, a low vibration against your shaft, and more saliva coats your cock, making each thrust slicker, smoother.

You slide in and out of her mouth, her soft lips wrapping tight, almost pleasurably so, around your girth. Her drunken unconsciousness seems to be turning into something else, something more primal and accepting.

Emboldened by her lack of real resistance and her body's involuntary responses, you become rougher, fucking her face deeper, your thrusts becoming faster and more forceful. Somi gags, a choked sound escaping her throat, her eyes watering slightly.

Her free hand, no longer weakly pushing, now clutches at your balls, a tighter grip, a more desperate attempt to push you away, but even then, she's still sucking, her mouth still working against your cock at the same time.

You feel a surge of dominance. "Fuck," you breathe out, your hand tightening on her neck, ignoring her attempts to push you away. "If my sister treats me like this, I don't even need a girlfriend." The thought, crude and selfish, reinforces your actions, justifying your violation in your own twisted mind.

After a few more slow, deliberate thrusts, you feel yourself reaching the edge. Your pace quickens, your groans growing louder, more animalistic. Then, you explode, cumming right inside her mouth, a thick, hot stream of ejaculate erupting from your cock, flooding her mouth.

It just keeps coming, a long, intense orgasm that lasts for nearly a minute. Somi gulps it all down, her throat working reflexively, despite choking and sputtering for air. Finally, you pull out, your cock slick with her saliva and your cum. Somi coughs, a wet, hacking sound, wiping her lips with the back of her hand, her eyes still hazy and unfocused.

"What the fuck was that?" she slurs, her voice raw and thick. You know she’s still not really sober, her awareness only just starting to flicker back.

You answer with a smirk, your voice light, almost joking, hiding the darkness of your actions. "Giselle said make sure I give you water, sis," you say, watching her confused flushed expression. "But I'm not sure it's quite enough."

The flickering images on the television screen cast an erratic light across the living room, but your attention is far from the movie. It’s fixed on Somi, your sister, sprawled haphazardly on the couch. You’d expected a slurry, indignant argument – the usual performance when she’s this deep into her cups.

Instead, she simply rolled, a slow, ungainly tumble, and landed with a soft thud onto the floor. A light snore rattles from her lips. You scoff, a dry, humorless sound. It's pathetic, really. You try to refocus on the screen, but the vibrant colors and action feel hollow, meaningless against the backdrop of this tableau.

The remote clicks in your hand, plunging the room into near darkness, save for the faint glow of the city lights filtering through the window. The silence is thick, broken only by Somi’s shallow breaths. Your gaze drifts back to her prone form. A different kind of heat begins to prickle under your skin. You let your eyes trace the curves of her body, the way her shirt rides up slightly, exposing a sliver of pale skin above her skirt.

Suddenly, the images that flood your mind are no longer scenes from the abandoned porn movie. They are scenarios starring Somi, her body pliant and yielding beneath your touch. The forbidden nature of the fantasy ignites a thrill, a dangerous spark that flares in your gut. You feel your cock stir once again, hardening stubbornly.

It’s a slow, insistent rise, fueled by a cocktail of curiosity and a dark, unsettling desire.

A short, mirthless laugh escapes your lips, echoing in the quiet room. "This is fucked up," you murmur to yourself, the words barely a whisper. And it is. Completely, utterly fucked up. Yet, the thought of stopping, of pulling back from the precipice of this madness, feels…unappealing.

A strange inertia holds you captive. No guilt washes over you, no immediate sense of revulsion. Instead, there's a chilling detachment, a sensation of watching yourself from a distance as you stand and, with a grunt, scoop your sister up from the floor. Her limbs are heavy, limp. You carry her back to the couch, the scent of cheap alcohol and something faintly floral clinging to her.

You lay her on her back, her head lolling to the side. Straddling her waist, you plant one knee deliberately between her thighs, feeling the soft give of her panties. Leaning close, your face inches from her slack-jawed, heaving face, you take a shallow breath, inhaling the boozy air she exhales.

Your hand, almost of its own volition, reaches out and closes over her breast, through the thin cotton of her shirt. You squeeze, your fingers sinking into the soft flesh. They’re soft. Softer than you assume. You knead, fondling the yielding mound, and Somi lets out a small, involuntary moan, a pathetic, muffled sound that vibrates against your fingertips.

Encouraged, or perhaps driven by something darker, you grip the hem of her shirt and tug it upwards, over her head. It’s a clumsy, quick motion, revealing her chest. Her breasts are already spilling over the lace edges of her bra, full and ripe. Without hesitation, you reach behind her and unhook the clasp, the plastic clicking open with a sharp sound in the quiet. The bra falls away, and her breasts, pale and heavy, are fully exposed.

A primal urge takes hold. You begin to play with them, your hands roaming over the smooth skin, groping and pulling, your thumbs circling her nipples, teasing them into hard buds. You repeat the circular motion, again and again, a hypnotic rhythm that feeds the growing tension in your groin.

"Fuck it," you breathe, another dry laugh rasping in your throat. "I can’t believe I’m actually doing this." The absurdity of the situation crashes into you for a fleeting moment.

Memories flicker in your mind – images of childhood games in the backyard, of late-night arguments over shared snacks, of sharing secrets whispered under the covers. Somi, your sister, the girl who used to play with your hair for fun and steal your candy. The contrast is jarring, sickening even. But your body, your treacherous body, has a different agenda.

Ignoring the ghost of shared history, you lean down, your mouth hovering over her smooth skin. With an act of transgression, you latch onto her brown nipple. Your heart hammers against your ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the silence of the room. You can’t stop now, not even if you wanted to.

You suck on Somi’s nipple, pulling and teasing, the sensation electrifying, forbidden. You taste her skin, a flavor you can’t quite place, something unfamiliar yet intimately connected to her. It’s salty, definitely salty, probably from sweat and the lingering remnants of her drink. But there’s also a sweetness, a subtle sugary note that plays on your tongue. Or maybe you’re just imagining it, your senses heightened by the illicit nature of this act.

It doesn't matter. Lost in the sensation, you keep sucking, alternating between her left and right breast, your hands massaging and kneading the soft flesh, milking them almost, as if trying to extract every last drop of sensation.

Suddenly, Somi’s hands are on your head. At first, they’re tentative, fluttering weakly against your scalp. But then, her fingers clench, digging into your hair, pulling with a surprising strength. She moans again, louder this time, a drawn-out sound that vibrates in your very bones. Her body begins to writhe beneath you, a subtle shift at first, then more pronounced.

Her legs come up, clamping around your waist, her thighs tightening, a silent, involuntary embrace. Her feet kick against the couch cushions, a restless energy fluttering through her limbs. Noticing the reaction, a flicker of something – triumph, perhaps, or a twisted kind of validation – sparks within you.

"Do you like this, Somi?" you murmur against her breast. "Do you want more?" Her eyelids flutter open, revealing unfocused, glazed eyes. She looks at you, a hint of confusion in her gaze, and then, instead of words, a soft whimper escapes her lips. It’s not a protest, not exactly. It’s something else.

Somi’s scent, a heady mix of alcohol and something uniquely her, urges you onward. You lift your head from her breast and trail kisses down her neck, nibbling and sucking at the soft flesh, feeling the pulse jump beneath your lips. Your hands roam lower, across her soft, slightly rounded tummy, towards her waist. You lift her hips slightly, your fingers finding the curve of her ass beneath her skirt.

The fabric is thin, offering little resistance as you squeeze her firm buttocks, feeling the heat radiate from her skin. This time, the whimper is replaced by something sharper, louder. "Wait, fuck…" she curses, her voice thick with sleep and confusion. "What the… what are you doing?" her voice is laced with a growing alarm.

You ignore Somi’s mumbled question, her words slurring slightly, and your hands tighten their grip on her bare breasts. “What…?” she starts to ask again, but you cut her off, your mouth descending to her stomach. You press kisses across her warm skin, the taste of her faintly sweet, before your tongue dips into her navel.

As you swirl your tongue around its depths, Somi’s back arches off the couch with a sharp groan. “Ahh…!” she protests weakly, a confused sound in her voice.

But beneath the protest, you feel the tremor in her body, the involuntary ripple of her muscles as she writhes against the weird, wet slide of your tongue. Her hands come up to your shoulders, gripping them, not pushing you away, but holding on as her body reacts in ways her words don't seem to understand.

Driven by a mounting excitement, you move your kisses lower, the line of her pelvis coming into focus. "Wait," Somi murmurs, but it’s barely audible. You’re already working on the button of her skirt, fingers fumbling with the clasp in your eagerness. With a snap, it gives way, and you roughly yank the fabric down, bunching it around her thighs, then off her legs completely.

You straighten up, her skirt now discarded on the floor, and you place her legs over your shoulders, spreading them wide. Her breath hitches, and a louder grunt escapes her lips as she instinctively tries to clamp her thighs shut. Her hands, still clumsy, reach down, attempting to shield her clothed pussy. “Stop, just… stop,” she mumbles, but her words are weak, unconvincing.

You slap her hands away from between her legs, the sound echoing in the quiet room, leaving her exposed. “Shhh,” you hush her, your voice low. “Don’t be shy, sis. We’re siblings, remember?” You gesture to the darkening stain spreading across the crotch of her panties. “Besides, you’re drunk. It’s okay. You want this, I know you do.”

You become rougher, your fingers hooking into the elastic waistband of her panties. There’s a sharp ripping sound as you tear the fabric apart, the thin material giving way easily. You pluck away the remaining tattered pieces, tossing them aside, leaving her completely bare. “See?” you say, your voice laced with a predatory satisfaction. “Nothing to hide.”

The scent of Somi’s arousal hits you full force, a heady musk that’s intoxicating, like a potent drug. It compels you, driving you to plunge your face directly into her exposed vulva. Her pussy is slick with her own juices, and the aroma is even stronger up close. You lick from the base of her swollen folds all the way up to her hard, throbbing clitoris, savoring every inch of her.

With each slow, deliberate lap of your tongue, you gulp in her flavor, the salty-sweet tang of her arousal filling your mouth. Somi gasps, her eyes fluttering open, wide and unfocused. A moan escapes her lips, soft at first, then growing louder, more desperate. “Please…” she whispers, her voice breaking, repeating the word again, “Please… please…”

Ignoring her plea, you continue to feast on her, your tongue relentlessly working her clit. You suck on the sensitive bud, drawing it deep into your mouth, slurping up every drop of juice she unknowingly produces. Her erratic moans and groans are music to your ears, confirming you’re doing exactly what her drunk body craves.

Holding her hips firmly in place with one hand, you suck her clit harder, then slide two fingers deep inside her wet pussy, curling them upwards against the sensitive walls. Somi’s back arches even higher, her ass lifting entirely off the couch as if she’s trying to grind herself against your mouth and thrusting fingers.

Her moaning intensifies, becoming higher-pitched, more needy, almost frantic. One hand presses against her stomach, flexing and unflexing, while the other hand clenches the edge of the couch, her knuckles white. Her breathing is ragged pants now, each inhale and exhale shuddering through her.

Lost in the intoxicating taste and feel of her, you barely register the shift until it’s undeniable. Somi grunts, her body tensing, and then a choked-off swear word bursts from her lips. A moment later, her orgasm explodes, her nectar suddenly flooding your mouth in a rush of warm, thick liquid.

You greedily drink as much as you can, slurping up the rest as her body shudders violently, then gradually stills. Her breathing remains heavy, ragged, but the tension slowly drains away. Her eyes are still half-lidded, blinking slowly at the ceiling, unfocused and glazed over.

You sit upright between her legs, pulling her closer until her thighs straddle your waist. Your own cock is throbbingly hard and it twitches insistently right in front of her wet, pink entrance. You chuckle, a low, satisfied sound. “Wow, look at you,” you say, gesturing to the slickness between her legs. “You came hard. Guess you had your fun, huh? Now it’s my turn.”

She slowly looks down at you, her expression still hazy, but then, surprisingly, a giggle bubbles up from her throat. She reaches down and her fingers close around her own breasts, giving them a soft, distracted rub, her eyes still drifting.

You watch as, with a languid movement, she cups her breasts, fingers kneading and teasing, her thumbs circling and flicking over her taut nipples, bringing them to hard peaks. A low moan escaped her lips, mixing with your faint breathing. Then, a shift in posture. She hooks her hands beneath her knees, pulling them abruptly upwards, her thighs parting wide, an unapologetic display. Her legs frame the thin triangle at her core, slick and glistening even presented to you like a forbidden offering.

A laugh bubbles up from your chest. "Holy shit, sis," you manage, your voice a little breathless, a mix of shock. "Are you...are you actually into this right now?" Your older sister’s eyes, heavy-lidded with drink, meet yours, a flicker of something mischievous dancing within their depths. She bites down on her lower lip, a playful tug that accentuates its fullness, and a giggle, soft and throaty, escapes.

"Mmm," she hums, her gaze drifting down your body before returning to your eyes. "You've got a nice cock, you know that?" Her words are slurred but clear, each syllable deliberately laced with invitation. "And I think," her voice dropping to a whisper, "you totally need to put it inside my pussy."

The blatant filth dripping from your sister’s usually prim lips ignites something. A hot rush floods your groin. Without a second thought, your hand clamps around your already hardening shaft, the throbbing vein beneath your fingers pulsing with anticipation. You take a step closer, the couch looming, and you smack your engorged cock against the wet folds of her vulva. The sound is wet and resonant, echoing in the quiet room.

Somi’s breath hitches, a gasp turning into a drawn-out moan as the contact sends jolts of pleasure through her. Her body arches off the couch cushion, her hips bucking instinctively against your hand. The slick pre-cum and her own juices splatter outwards, glistening on her thighs and the velvet of the couch.

"Okay then, sis. I'm gonna fuck you now." You straddle her legs, parting them further with your knees, positioning yourself above her exposed core. With agonizing slowness, you guide the swollen head of your cock to the entrance of her slick, warm pussy, feeling the velvety soft lips part to receive you. Then, in one controlled motion, you push forward, sinking into her depths.

Her breath catches again, a sharp intake that quickly turns into a sigh of pure sensation as you slide deeper, the tight walls of her sheath gripping you like a hot glove. You grip her hips, anchoring her as you begin to move, driving forward with a slow thrust. Somi’s back arches even further, her breasts lifting towards the ceiling, straining against their own weight.

Her head throws forward as she tries to steal a glimpse of your cock disappearing deep inside her stretched pussy. You pause at the deepest point, holding yourself there for a heartbeat, savoring the fullness, the intimate pressure, the feeling of being buried inside her. Pulling back just until the tip is still nestled inside her, you slam forward again, burying yourself to the hilt.

A groan escapes her lips, her sweaty body rippling with the force of the impact, her muscles clenching around you in response. You repeat the rhythm, each thrust deeper and harder than the last, fucking your older sister with a growing urgency, your hands gripping her waist, pulling her towards you, meeting each of your deep, hard thrusts with an equally frantic upward lift of her hips.

Somi’s breasts bounce wildly, swaying up and down unevenly, the fleshy mounds jiggling with each powerful stroke, the underside of your balls slapping against the soft crack of her ass with a rhythmic thud. The sounds of your bodies colliding fill the room, punctuated by her escalating moans and your own ragged breaths.

"Oh, fuck," Somi mumbles drunkenly, words thick with pleasure, her hands now clutching at your shoulders, digging into your muscle. "It's so deep," she gasps, "fuck me harder, please."

The raw desperation in her voice is intoxicating. Driven by her pleas and the mounting intensity within you, you snap your hips harder, the pace quickening, the friction building. You lean down, burying your face in the curve of her neck, inhaling the scent of her skin, hot and flushed and intoxicating, and whisper against her ear, "If I go any harder, sis, I might just cum inside you and get you pregnant."

Of course, Somi was too far gone to grasp the implications of your words. Her mind was lost in the swirling vortex of pleasure. She just kept mumbling incoherently, her only coherent plea being, "fuck me harder… it's so good… I’m… almost… cumming…" Her toes curled inwards, digging into the couch cushion, and her hands clutched at your back, her nails lightly raking against your skin. Her tits were squished against your chest, their soft weight a delicious friction as your nose inhaled the intoxicating scent from the crook of her neck.

Your breathing grew shallow and rapid, your body straining with the effort to prolong this forbidden bliss. But Somi wasn't holding back any longer. Her movements stilled, her body suddenly going rigid beneath you. A silent wave of tension washed over her, replaced in moments by a shuddering release. You didn't need her to say a word; you felt it instantly, a hot, pulsing sensation as her orgasm flooded down around your pistoning cock, her inner muscles clenching and spasming in rhythmic waves.

The realization that you were fucking your own older sister raw, the echo of her voice begging for more, the wet, slick feel of her orgasm enveloping your cock – it all coalesced into an overwhelming wave of sensation. You reached your own precipice, teetering on the edge of oblivion. Separating your face from her neck, you dropped down, latching onto one of her swollen nipples with your mouth, biting down hard just as you slammed your cock deep, deep inside her canal.

Spurt after spurt of scalding semen erupted inside Somi's pussy, filling her with your forbidden seed. She cried out, a muffled sound as she gripped your hair, pressing your face harder into her boob, her fingers tangling in your locks. You huffed against the soft mound of her breast, every muscle in your body clenched tight, riding the peak of your orgasm. Slowly, languidly, you rolled your hips, prolonging the blissful, taboo-laden experience as your cum continued to pulse inside her.

The aftermath of your release hangs heavy in the air, thick with the scent of sex. You pull back from your older sister, the squelch of your dick leaving her wet depths echoing in the sudden silence that descends now that your ragged breaths are slowing. You shift back onto the plush cushions of your worn-out couch, the withdrawal making your cock feel strangely cold against the air.

A thick glob of your cum oozes from her folds, a pearly trail tracing a path downwards, a rivulet heading towards the shadowed cleft of her untouched asshole. Somi is completely still, lost in the deep abyss of drunken slumber. Her head lolls to the side, cheek pressed against the couch fabric, her breathing shallow and even. Naked and vulnerable, she's laid out, a tableau of post-coital abandon.

A question claws at the edge of your consciousness – will she even remember any of this tomorrow? The thought flits through your mind, quickly followed by a surge of guilt and a thrill of illicit excitement. You’re breathing hard, chest heaving, your gaze fixed on her unconscious form. The soft rise and fall of her chest is mesmerizing, the curve of her body smooth and inviting in the dim light filtering through the blinds.

Then, the weight of reality crashes down on you, solid and undeniable. This happened. You actually went there. You fucked your sister. And not just a quick fumble, but a full-blown, unprotected creampie situation in her womb. There's no erasing it, no taking it back.

A low chuckle wheezes up from your throat, tinged with disbelief. "Fucking crazy," you mutter under your breath. You lean closer to Somi, a whisper inches from her ear. "You liked that, didn't you? You enjoyed that as much as I did, right?" Silence is her only reply, her peaceful slumber undisturbed by your whispered question.

Even in the aftermath, even with the dampness cooling on your skin, your cock refuses to fully submit. It throbs with a semi-erection, a persistent reminder of the pleasure you just experienced, and a blatant demand for more. Her nakedness, the lingering scent of her arousal, it’s all too potent. You can't deny the pull, the urge to dive back in.

Carefully, you slide off the couch, your bare feet padding softly on the worn carpet. You reach for Somi, gently looping her arm around your neck, her limp weighing on you. Then, you bend down, slipping your other arm under her knees, scooping her up in a bridal carry. She’s heavier than you expected, loose and pliant in your arms. You carry her through the narrow hallway to the spare room, the one you usually leave empty for nothing in particular it seems, until now. You reach the bed, a simple mattress on a frame, and gently toss her onto it.

A soft groan escapes her lips as she lands, rolling onto her side, facing away from you. You climb onto the bed beside her, the mattress dipping under your weight. With a hand on her hip, you turn her back towards you, then gently lift her up onto her knees, her ass rising invitingly in the air. Her upper body, still heavy with sleep, falls forward onto the mattress, her breasts spilling out, nipples brushing against the sheet.

You kneel behind her, your own cock stirring with renewed vigor, the sight of her presented ass sending a jolt of lust through you. You press yourself against her, rubbing your semi-hard cock against her wet entrance, feeling it thicken and lengthen with each passing second.

“You shouldn’t have gotten so drunk and come here, Somi,” you murmur into her hair, the words more for yourself than her. “You know that, right?” You nip at the nape of her neck, tasting the salt of her sweat. “And you know you liked getting fucked by your brother. Don’t even try to deny it.” Your voice is filled with the need to possess her. “One round isn’t going to cut it, sis. Not after this. I’m going to fuck you until my cock is sore and limp. Until you wake up and realize what we did.”

Consequences be damned. You’ll deal with the fallout, the inevitable chaos, when it comes. Right now, all that matters is this moment, this chance to feast on your older sister, to brand her with your mark until she’s fully sober and forced to confront the reality of what’s happening.

With that thought burning in your mind, you grind yourself against her hips, and thrust forward, penetrating her slick pussy from behind, driving yourself deep, right to the hilt. Somi lets out a muffled gasp, a sound that could be pleasure, could be protest, lost in the moment as you begin to move.

[momosknight]

Yeji's touch x Male reader

Yeji is your best friend, with benefits. She likes things slightly rougher than the typical romanticism. She loves taking your cum in her mouth.

You finally got back home from a tiring day of work. Yeji was inside the house behind the door waiting to see you after this long day. As you open the door you see her and she throws herself against you, hugging you at first but then taking a small step back to look at you.

"So how was your day?" Yeji asks.

"Everything was fine, thank you. It was another tiring day." You answer.

"Mmm I'm glad" She says. Her hands are already undoing your zip.

"So.. now that you're at home I can finally have you all for myself" Yeji says, her hands massaging your balls softly.

"You go straight today.." you say softly"

"I do" Yeji says. She then takes your hand and leads towards the couch, letting you sit. Once you're sat, she takes off your pants, running her hands on your hardening shaft.

"I want you so bad" Yeji moans, her voice breathy as she gets more and more turned on.

"Then, don't waste anymore time" You answer, and as those words leave your lips, she doesn't hesitate to take off your underwear too, letting your already hard length show up.

She takes it in her hands, stroking you softly yet passionately. She lets you feel her touch on you. She keeps going for a little, just enough to get more aroused, as well as wet.

"I'ma make you cum in my mouth today" Yeji says before taking the tip of your cock in her mouth, her lips hovering around your tip.

She slowly moves, up and down, in and out, nice and slow. At first.

Then, she starts taking you slightly faster but deeper, needing to feel you more in her mouth. You can tell she's been waiting for this for the whole day, and now she has you all for herself.

She bobs her head up and down on your cock and she moans while taking it, her moans sending you more shivers down your spine.

Yeji takes confidence with your big cock and her hands are now on your balls, massaging them just like earlier. Her mouth works on your cock tirelessly, up and down smoothly. She loves the taste of your shaft in her mouth.

She pulls away for a while from your cock, during that, she works on your balls, sucking each of them greedily, just as good as she was doing on your cock.

Yeji takes your balls in her mouth and suck on them eagerly, unable to stop tasting you. Some slurping sound escapes her mouth.

She then leaves your balls to take your length back into her mouth, sucking harder this time, not deeper but surely with more determination to have your cum on her tongue. She can't really wait to taste you, she wants you to cum in her mouth so bad.

Her effort is obvious, she's so determined and the sight of your best friend sucking your cock is too mesmerizing for you to resist. So you're undecided whether to let go and pump everything you've got in her mouth, or let her suck your cock some more.

You don't even have the time to think about it, even because your mind is clouded with pleasure and you can't think straight.

You're cumming, you're cumming so hard in her mouth. She gasps, moans loudly and rolls her eyes back as she feels your warm sticky fluid running down her throat.

She swallows every single drop of your essence, pulling away once you're done cumming.

"Wow, I made you cum pretty much, huh?" Yeji teases.

"You did-" You answer, still unable to think completely straight.

...The rest of the night it's you and her sleeping together after your tiring day.

[momosknight]

last night's mascara

12 Days of Christmas: Day 11, January 4th, 2025

Dreamcatcher’s Lee Gahyun x Male Reader

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Christmas Masterlist

What a boring ass party.

It’s the thought that has been lingering inside your head for the last two hours. The decorations? Daft. The song choice? Lame. The conversations? Rote. So, there you are, one hand on your phone, the other fiddling with your fingers restlessly. Should’ve bought Balatro when it was on sale.

You scroll your Twitter feed aimlessly, pressing likes on the fan sites’ pictures of your favorite groups—fromis_9, Red Velvet, (G)I-DLE. It’s the only way to escape this party without raising much suspicion.

Well, not until Gahyun notices you standing in the corner of your eyes.

“Not enjoying it?”

You almost drop your phone on the ground, good thing you can balance it with your hands.

“Shit, y–yeah,” you reply.

Gahyun giggles softly, covering her mouth with the glass of champagne in her hand. She’s in her red and white Christmas dress, one that shows off a lot—her shoulders, her legs, her ample cleavage. Fuck, she looks so tantalizing.

“So,” she says. She’s pulling you into a conversation. Abort. Abort. Abort!

“How was your day?” she asks, “Wait, oh my god, that was a terrible question. I’m sorry if it’s too plain for you.”

It’s over for you.

“No, no, it was–great. I’m fine,” you reply. “How are you?”

Gahyun chuckles. “A bit drunk, but still standing!” she says with a bright smile, twisting her foot coyly. God, she looks gorgeous.

You only shoot a smile back at her. You don’t know what more to say. It’s difficult for you to continue the conversation like this. You can’t do this.

“Hey,” she continues. You’re finished. “I can keep you company here if you want.”

She’s kind, but you’ll have to say no. You aren’t good enough to hold her right here. You don’t have anything to talk about!

“Ah, I–I appreciate that, but I don’t think you’d enjoy my company,” you decline, taking a sip of the champagne in your hand.

She giggles, and you fall victim to your own self-deprecation once again. You just can’t stop pushing people out, can you?

Fuck.

“Don’t be so harsh on yourself, come on!” she encourages. You’re taken aback by her enthusiasm to be with you. Is she really enjoying your company? Is it a dare? Is she just toying with you for her own entertainment?

“O–Okay, Gahyun,” you stammer.

The conversation begins at the expense of your solitude. It’s seemingly unending. You’re involuntarily dragged into an exchange with the talkative Lee Gahyun. However, you’re slowly dragged into her charismatic presence. You’re somehow not stuttering anymore? Goodness gracious! She’s a good talker. She’s a good listener. She’s genuinely comforting to be around.

“So–speaking of music, have you been listening to anyone recently? Well, outside of k-pop, it’ll be too boring,” Gahyun asks.

You contemplate a bit before you answer, “Well, I’ve been listening to Gracie Abrams a lot lately. Do you know her?”

“Gracie Abrams–hmm–is she the one who opened for Taylor Swift?”

“Yeah!” you happily answer. She’s really full of knowledge. “I started listening to her a few years ago. Quality can be choppy sometimes, but I still like her a lot.”

“I’m sure she’s great,” she says with a giggle. “That’s why you’re drawn to her.”

You can only chuckle at her warm words. God, she really knows how to reel you in. 

“What about you? Who have you been listening to?” you ask her the same question back. Normally, you’d be beating yourself up for not changing the question, but with Gahyun, it feels like you don’t have to worry about anything.

Gahyun laughs, cutely covering her mouth while doing so. “Well, mostly Billie Eilish, her new album. Have you heard it yet?”

“Oh, yeah! I love Birds of a Feather a lot. Wait, let me guess yours–uh–” you pause, trying to guess her favorite from the album.

Gahyun adoringly smiles, waiting for your guess. Maybe it’s the alcohol. Maybe it’s the light, but, fuck, are you having a crush on her?

“Chihiro?”

“Aww~ that’s close! It’s actually my second favorite,” Gahyun says, pouting cutely. You can only awkwardly giggle along to cover the embarrassment from the mistake.

“I actually love Lunch the most, to be honest,” she says. “Makes me click my heels, you know?”

“Oh, yeah. I mean–I also like Lunch, but–uh–it’s just not as sad as Birds of a Feather.”

“Oh. Oh! Well, that’s definitely interesting!” Gahyun says. “So, you like sad songs? Do you like–uh–have any to recommend to me?”

You give her a few songs. She nods in acknowledgement. The exchange continues into the night. It flows so lively that you get lost in her charm, over and over again. You find out about her dog at home—Bae. You find out that she loves pineapples on pizzas. You find out that her favorite TV show is Goblin (yes, that Goblin).

As it goes on, you can’t help but steal glances at her body, even if you know how inappropriate that is. You’ll use the opportunity when she looks away to take in the view of her ample cleavage or her meaty thighs. She looks so good, so deli–

“Hey,” she derails your train of thoughts. “Did you just–stare at my tits?”

Your eyes widen in shock. You didn’t realize that you’ve been looking at her for a little too long. Your hands tremble in fear of getting called out. You should say sorry, now!

“F–Fuck, I–I’m so s–sorry, Gah–”

“Zip it,” she cuts you off, putting her index finger on your lips. “I don’t want excuses.”

Tears start to form in your eyes. You’re being mentally cornered by Lee Gahyun, the company darling. God, you’re beyond fucked. Your whole life is being undone because of a slip. Fuck.

Then, she whispers into your ear.

“Meet me at the women’s bathroom in five minutes.”

You nod with your eyes closed slowly, before she departs from you, giving you the view of her hips swaying before disappearing into the crowd.

—

The women’s bathroom smells of air purifier, it’s taken care of well. It’s brightly lit. You find Gahyun standing in the middle of the room—arms crossed, tapping her foot. She’s waiting for you.

“Come here, lock the door,” she orders, gesturing you to her. Her voice is much, much more stern than in the ballroom, but there’s also–something else. Is she mad at you, or is it something else?

The door clicks shut, leaving the bathroom only for you two. You slowly walk towards Gahyun, who’s looking at you expectantly.

The air thickens with anticipation. The silence is heavy. You’re stuck in the bathroom with Lee Gahyun. She doesn’t seem too pleased with your presence here, but why would she be calling you here, then?

“So,” she starts. You close your eyes shut in fear. “Anything to say before we start?”

You shake your head vigorously, hoping that the admission would lessen the punishment directed at you.

You hear a wicked laugh, as she starts to circle around you. Your body trembles in fear. Fuck, what is she going to do with you. Is she going to beat you up? Is she going to berate you?

“Are you sure that you’ve locked the door?” she asks from behind you. You can feel her breath on your neck. It’s terrifying.

“Y–Yes, Gahyun,” you stammer out.

“Good. Now, take off your pants,” she orders sternly. Wait, this isn’t going where you’ve expected.

“Wait, do you want me to–”

“Take off your pants, yes,” she finishes your sentence without any hesitation. Determination shines in her eyes.

“O–Okay?” you utter, before reluctantly unbuckling your belt. It’s so hard to come off when your hands are literally shaking like this. Your breathing becomes erratic with each second that passes by.

“Faster,” she sternly commands into your ear. Her warm breath touches your skin, eliciting goosebumps everywhere. Your hands quickly take off your trousers as she orders, leaving your lower body in your boxers. The outline of your erection becomes visible under them.

“Good,” she says, the warmth of your hand emanating into your firm ass. “Now, if you’d show me what you’ve been hiding under this–garment.

You immediately comply with her order, sliding down your tight boxers in a hasty motion. Your hard cock springs free from its confinement. It twitches in the anticipation of what’s to come. Gahyun presses into your body from the back, making your ass touch her warm crotch. Her perfume pervades your nostrils, making your legs wobble like jelly.

“Hmm, excited, aren’t we?” she coos. Her right hand reaches from the back to tease you. She leaves just a little space between her hand and your cock. You wish you could just grab her hand and make her touch your hardness right now, but that’s not how you play this game. You can only wonder how Gahyun can hide this side for so long—the side that dominates the shit out of you.

“Do you want me to touch it? Say it.” Her hot breath brushes against your ear, teasing you, pushing you towards the limit.

“Y–Yes, I want you to touch it, Gahyun,” you utter, mind going all haywire from the sheer intensity of her body warmth against your back.

You hear Gahyun giggle mischievously from the back, before her hand latches onto your cock firmly, making you groan in sheer ecstasy.

Slowly, she begins her dirty display on your cock. She lazily drags her hand up along your length, eliciting a shudder from you. When she’s at the top, she makes sure to take a swipe on the tip to make you moan. Your brain is now filled with nothing but her otherworldly handjob she’s giving. She feels so good.

You moan and whimper in her tight restraint, naked from below the waist. Her hands are slowly jerking you off with an unmatched mastery. Her smell is intense—her perfume, and something that’s explicitly her.

She slowly finds her rhythm, knowing when to pump, knowing when to swipe. She goes faster, eliciting guttural groans and whimpers out of you. 

Your cock is being fondled by the company darling, and that thought alone sends you into rapture. She’s the same woman you see every day. She’s the same woman you’ve talked to. She’s the same woman who everyone loves. Now, she’s jerking you off in the women’s bathroom, making you moan and whimper.

Maybe it’s the sheer intensity of the situation, you can feel your loins tightening. Your body becomes rigid. Your breathing becomes erratic. You’re going to cum in Lee Gahyun’s hand!

“You know, I’ve been told a lot that I have nice lips,” she says. Her hands remain a little too eager to finish you off. It’s becoming too irresistible to cum right now. You can feel the tension rising within your loins. You do want more than her hand, indeed. That pair of lips are a little too tantalizing for you to not be on your cock—so plump, so pouty.

“F–Fuck, Gahyun, I–I’m gonna cum,” you utter. Time is running low, and you have to make her stop before you blow a load all over the bathroom floor and get short-circuited for the rest of the night.

Gahyun lets out another wicked giggle. “Say please, then.” She’s not going to stop so easily, not before you profusely beg her to.

“Nghhn~ p–please, Gahyun,” you plead, voice already shaking in the intense sensation.

“Again, and I’ll lift my hand off,” she teases, jerking you off even faster. Your mind is all hazy from the sheer pleasure you’re getting from her hand. Your blinking becomes rapid. Your vision becomes blurry.

“Nghh~ please, G–Gahyun.”

Gahyun suddenly removes her hand from your cock, leaving it twitching in the air. You sigh, as the tension slowly drops back to normal. You’re happy not to cum before you get to take on her mouth.

“Close one,” she says, letting go of you from her warm embrace. You feel like you can fully breathe for the first time in years. She was suffocating, but you won’t deny the pleasure she gave you, of course.

Gahyun slowly walks back to your front, putting the highlight of her next act for you to see—her lips, those dick-sucking lips. You and the guys have talked about this behind her back (well, behind everyone’s back) about how good her lips would feel on your cocks, head bobbing up and down in a hypnotic motion, bringing intense pleasure to whoever gets their dick sucked. 

Now, it’s your turn.

Gahyun kneels, not without seductively swaying her wide hips as she goes down. Your cock twitches at the sight violently, so ready to be taken into her mouth.

“Say please, just like when I jerked you off,” she commands. She seems to know when to raise her voice and when to not.

“Please, Gahyun,” you utter, your voice all dry from the moaning and the internally burning desire.

The first contact is nothing short of divine. Gahyun starts slow. She starts by taking in just the mushroom tip into her mouth. She feels so warm, so tight, so right. Gahyun gives the underside of your cock a playful lick, making your body jolt in response.

She then begins her show, pushing herself further on your cock. It’s a lewd sight, really—the direct eye contact, the sound she’s making (it’s kind of a low, satisfied hum), the way she fondles your balls with her fingers. Pleasure just shoots through your body like a bullet. Without any restraints, you could just cum into her mouth right here and now. She pushes further and further, making you groan in pure bliss, until she starts to gag.

“Y–You don’t have to take it all, G–Gahyun.”

She says nothing, instead diving deeper onto your cock, all while using her tongue to play with the underside of your length. No woman has ever given you a blowjob as good as this—the deliberate movement, the will to gag, the pouty lips. Gahyun really has it all.

She keeps the eye contact intact, a reminder of her control. The gagging sounds she’s making don’t hinder her dominance by a little bit. She lets you know who’s in control here. It’s her and only her.

She finally pushes herself up to the hilt of your cock. She gags. She chokes. She sputters. Globs of spit leaks out of her mouth. Your head falls backwards from the pleasure. Her eyes are barely opening from the sheer size of your cock. You love this. You love the sounds she’s making. You love how she dominates the shit out of you. You love that she’s willing to suck you off like this (even if she’s the one in full control).

She stays there, gagging, choking, sputtering on your cock. She’s taking in the pungent scent of you, judging by the way she takes a deep breath through her nose. Her lips look so good on your cock like this. The base of your length becomes saturated by her red lipstick and spit. Streaks of black mascara run down her cheeks. You’re revelling in it. You’re revelling in the sight.

“G–God, G–Gahyun,” you utter.

With that, she slowly pulls back from your cock, leaving a trail of her rosy lipstick on it. Her eyes are fluttering violently with the thickness and length of you. She can barely breathe, and you’re loving it.

Instinctively, your right hand goes to the back of her head, tugging her hair to pull her out of the predicament called your cock. She gets to breathe again, and she quickly dislodges herself off you.

“Ah, y–you taste good,” she says, still trying to catch her breath. The marks from the earlier act are evident.

You say nothing, letting Gahyun catch her breath again, waiting for the time she can take in your cock once more. She breathes in, she breathes out, and finally, she’s ready again.

“I’m not holding back this time, alright?” she says, determination sparks inside her eyes.

“S–Sure.”

She grabs onto your cock with her right hand, pulling you close, before she takes your cock into her mouth. This time, it’s more violent, more fervent. She catches her rhythm and doesn’t look back. She starts to bob her head back and forth on your cock, and doesn’t that make you whimper like a bitch?

“Nghhh~ s–so good,” you mewl.

Gahyun only replies with a giggle on your cock. Her grip is still firm. Her free hand fondles your balls gently, trying to coax cum out of you.

She catches her rhythm, moving her head in a hypnotic motion. She really wants you to cum under her influence like this. You hear her gag. You hear her choke. You hear her sputter.

The tension in your loins starts to rise again. You’re on the verge of cumming with the help of the earlier handjob, and she doesn’t seem to stop at all. That’s it. You’re unloading your cum inside of Lee Gahyun’s mouth, making her taste your white essence.

“G–Gonna cum,” you utter.

Gahyun responds by going as rapidly as she can on your throbbing cock. The sensation is electric. It shoots through you like a bullet. The knot tightens, and you can do nothing to stop it.

With the final stroke, you unload your pent-up lust into Lee Gahyun’s throat, making her taste your essence. Your body jerks forward in pure pleasure. You let out a low, guttural groan at your precipice, unable to make sense of the situation. She lets out a satisfied hum as she feels your white, hot cum hit the back of her throat. You’re probably salty, like the other women have said.

You slowly come down from your peak, finally catching your rhythm again. Your cock’s spurts turn into soft drizzles off the slit. Gahyun pulls off of your cock with a loud pop. What an obscene sight. Her face is a fucking mess—mascara, lipstick, it’s all wrong. You’re still too dazed to say a thing, though.

“You taste good,” she says, opening her mouth, sticking her tongue out lewdly to show the emptiness of her wet cavern. She drank it all.

“I–I wanna do this again,” you involuntarily utter from the depths of your heart. “I want you to suck my cock again.”

Maybe it’s the sheer absurdity of your words. Maybe it’s the wake of your climax. She bursts out a laugh, a genuine one. You watch her laugh awkwardly.

“Ask me–ha–properly,” she says. “Will you, Lee Gahyun–”

“Will you, Lee Gahyun–”

“Suck–”

“Suck my cock again?”

She lets out a chuckle, before answering, “Definitely, maybe.”

—

[momosknight]

The Best Christmas Gift

Quickie, bfh for the holidays. Again, sorry for not editing/revising, I should’ve been asleep 2 hours ago. Enjoy :D

It’s nearly Christmas, and what a better way to spend the holiday than with a hooker? Rather, not a ‘hooker’, but a ‘friend’, as the app you’re using calls them. How this company has evaded the attention of the South Korean government for as long as you’ve been a customer, you’re not sure. It does a marvelous job of hiding its true business from the front, though: what you’re choosing from aren’t an array of sexy women clad in skimpy lingerie, smiling at you like you’re the last piece of meat and they’re famished, but a description of their personality traits. Except, those personality traits had nothing to do with the actual personality of the women at all.

‘Good at cooking’ equivocates to ‘submissive’, ‘great conversationalist’ equivocates to ‘willing to try most positions’, ‘honey voice’ equivocates to ‘vocal during sex’, and ‘pseudo-therapist’ equivocates to ‘has a humiliation fetish’. The personality tag ‘board game lover’ hinted at the woman being on the flatter side, but that was offset by something about the option you haven’t yet seen: absolutely no profile picture. Usually, a nice, family-friendly profile picture is included for each woman, but that wasn’t the only particular thing about this option: the theme seemed to be ‘Secret Santa’, leaning especially into the ‘secret’ part. In order to get the name and picture of the woman, you have to apply for the chance to be chosen by the woman herself. A layman might write such a deal off as ‘too shady’, given how inherently shady the app is in the first place, but you’re a recurring customer, and of the many, many times you’ve invited ‘friends’ back to your place for a nice ‘chat’, you have never encountered a single issue. Heck, you even had a couple of favorites that you tended to go back to, and had in fact planned on booking one of them again before coming across this deal.

It’s too tantalizing an offer to pass up, and you’re a bit of a gambling man anyway. Plus, it’s not even guaranteed that you’re chosen, so you apply. It’s the next day, not even ten hours, that you’re notified that you’ve been chosen, and when you get the picture of the woman, you know your gamble paid off.

The stage name of the woman is ‘Irene’, and full name ‘Bae Joohyun’. Curiosity leads you to Google her and reveal why she looks so familiar: she’s a member of the K-Pop group ‘Red Velvet’, and has appeared in multiple ads you’ve glanced at here and there—on the train, plastered on posters in shops and malls, and in commercials on TV. The more you Google her, looking up some performances she’s done, including some solo stages, the more you can’t believe it.

Red Velvet seems to be a pretty well-off group, too, so you doubt she’s doing this because she’s strapped for cash. In the application process, you had to electronically sign an NDA, promising to not tell anyone anything about the woman, the transaction, anything, which you obviously accepted without a second thought, but is a simple NDA enough insurance for the massively popular K-Pop idol?

It’s not your concern to worry about, so you don’t ponder it for too long. Every day, you find yourself looking up more and more about Irene, and each time you do, your anticipation builds. It’s true that Irene is on the slimmer side, but it didn’t necessarily mean she completely lacked curves; given a tight, form-fitting enough outfit, the nice, round shape of her boobs comes out very cleanly. While her legs are pretty slim, too, her thighs are absolutely heavenly, not even to mention that nice, tight ass that so many of her stage outfits seemed to emphasize. Ruining that perfect, breathtakingly beautiful face, squeezing those petite tits until they turned red, slapping her tight little ass until she squirted all over his cock, watching her thighs jiggle as he pounded her again and again, every day your fantasies turn into an even greater impatience.

When the day finally comes, your Christmas gift knocks at the door, right on time at 9:00 PM.

“Coming.”

At first, when you open the door, your heart sinks a little.

“Hi, are you Seongmin?”

Although the personality trait ‘honey voice’ was included in her initial description, you didn’t actually have great expectations of the quality of her voice. However, in the few videos you’ve seen of her talking, you have come to realize that her voice does, indeed, have a silky, honey-like voice. At least, that’s how it came across from the videos. It’s not like you didn’t expect that to translate well into reality, but hearing the honey-like quality of her voice was all you need to be convinced that, despite the thick coat she’s wearing that mostly obscures her face, this is, indeed, Irene.

“Yes. And you’re—” The hood comes off, and she flicks her hair back, shaking her head a little to get the stray strands out of her face, looking up and smiling at you. “—Irene.”

“Hi! Wow, you’re more handsome in person.”

“Thanks. Please, come in.” The door closes behind her, and as the K-Pop idol takes the hefty outwear off, your eyes devour the outfit she’s prepared for you: it’s a red dress, very much in the spirit of the Christmas, ending dangerously low at about her hips, giving just you just the faintest hint of her ass. She also has two cute little ribbons tied in her hair, and red, fingerless gloves covering her hands, with white puffs around her wrists and red frills at the edge of the dress. Her legs are covered with white-cloth leggings, disappearing underneath the bottom half of the dress, and black heels that she is stepping out of. “I can’t believe it, but you’re somehow even more beautiful in person.”

You’re not sure if it’s the blush she’s wearing, but you swear you can see her cheeks turn a bit pinker at the compliment. “Thank you so much! Is it ok to leave my heels here, or do you want me to keep them on?”

“Leave them there.” Irene nods, pushing them to the side with her now bare feet. “It’s cold today, isn’t it?”

Irene nods. “Did you go outside at all today?”

“Yeah, briefly, for lunch.” Irene smiles apathetically at you. “Do you want some hot water to warm up, or do you want me to warm you up?”

In the video content you’ve seen Irene in, she always appeared to be on the conservative side—personality-wise, that is. She never seemed to want to flaunt her body much, and her soft-spoken nature seemed to indicate a desire to stay rather low-key. As you observed that about Irene, the question of why she would offer herself to this kind of a service deepened, but seeing the naughty smile appear on her face in response to your intentionally mildly-worded question flipped every pre-conceived notion you had acquired about her.

“I’d love for you to warm me up, personally.”

The app hinted at Irene being a screamer and willing to try anything, but you honestly weren’t convinced until she said that sentence.

It doesn’t take long for you two to end up in your bedroom, Irene laying on your bed with you on top, moaning as your hands run up her thighs. They feel just as amazing as they look: the creamy texture of her skin gives way to the slightest touch of your fingers, and every time your fingers come close to her blazing hot core, Irene lets out a gasp.

“You’re so wet.”

“Mmm…”

With one hand busy down south, the other is busy at her bosom, the silky material of her dress folding easily to the firm rolling motions your hand is subjecting her breasts to. Her body, her voice, even the way she squirms at your touch is all so soft and gentle but it turns you on so much, you can’t help but want more and more. You swear you can just listen to her sigh and moan all night, but, as you shortly remind yourself, you don’t have all night.

“Irene, the beloved K-Pop idol, moaning like a bitch in heat in my bed.” You can see the effect the words have on the idol in the way her eyebrows furrow and her legs tense. “Do you go on stage, thinking about being violated by the rock-hard cocks of your screaming fans?”

“Depends, are you in the audience?”

You didn’t think Irene could be this flirtatious, given how soft-spoken she seemed to be in the few shows you’ve seen her in. “I might be from now on.”

“If you fuck me well enough, then I might get wet on stage if I ever make eye contact with you.”

“Is that a challenge?”

Irene smiles at you. “It’s a promise.”

The hand between her thighs ventures a little further north, brushing up against a now slightly sticky pair of panties covering her sex. Applying a little bit of pressure against it causes Irene to let out a breathy sigh that turns into a moan as your fingers push a bit deeper against the wet underwear.

“What would your fans think if they saw you like this, spreading your legs for a man you’ve never met?”

“I don’t know, are you my fan?”

“I am now.”

“Well, then, what do you think?”

It’s your turn to smile this time. “I think you look like a cock-hungry slut who would look better with my cock between those pretty lips of yours.”

Irene sits up on the bed, to which you respond by shifting backward as well. “Well, I do love making my fans happy.” She leans over, hooks her fingers around the hem of your pants, and pulls them off together with your boxers. “Oh, it certainly does look happy to see me.”

You know your cock is average-sized, maybe slightly-above-average at best, but in the tiny hands of the petit K-Pop idol, never before has it looked so massive. “It is, it’s very happy to see you.” You watch her wrap her hands around your girth, giving it a few experimental pumps before starting in earnest. “Fuck, your hands feel good.”

Irene smiles, although you swear you can see a bit of a blush on her face. Maybe it’s the makeup, or maybe it was the compliment, you’re too preoccupied with other things to ponder that. “It’s so warm.” Irene leans over, dribbling some saliva on your hard-on.

“Shit.”

Irene’s hands go to work, spreading the translucent fluid along the length of your cock. You admire how beautiful Irene looks when she’s so focused on smearing her saliva along your shaft: full-frontal view, side-profile, top-down view, every angle seemed to be the optimal angle for admiring Irene’s pristine visuals.

“It’s throbbing so much, so eager to destroy my pussy.”

The contrastingly filthy words coming out of the ordinarily soft-spoken woman revs your arousal up a notch. “Put those pretty lips to better use. Less talking, more sucking.” Irene obeys, capturing the upper half of your length with her mouth in one go. “Ah, shit—” her tongue runs along the underside of your cock, caressing your sensitive glans, while her cheeks hollow out in response to the gentle suction her mouth is providing.

“Mmm…”

Irene moans, her eyes fluttering shut in content. The way she treats your cock with care, keeping the bottom half occupied with her hands while her lips attend to the upper half, it’s as if Irene had been waiting months to finally fill her mouth up with your cock. Her mouth, too, makes your cock look bigger than usual; she appears to be struggling to take your size, but subsequently surprises you when she suddenly dives deeper.

“Fuck.”

A clear gagging noise can be heard, but she doesn’t relent. Your hands shoot out to grab the back of her head, following its bobbing motion as she impales her throat again and again with your cock. Tears begin welling up in the corners of her eyes, but even as they fall down her perfectly sculpted jawline, she persists.

“You love the feeling of my cock fucking your throat, huh?”

Irene only responds with increased vigor. Drool is escaping the corners of her lips too, and despite how sloppy the idol looks, Irene is still the epitome of beauty. In fact, she looks more beautiful than ever, with how happy she looks deepthroating you. Maybe her reserved nature is a cover-up to hide the cock-loving slut that dwelled deep within her.

Irene comes up for a quick breather, and looks into your eyes, saying, “Feel free to fuck my face,” before diving back down.

You oblige her request, pushing her head further onto your lap, and in combination with an upward thrust of your hips, you can feel your cock hitting the back of Irene’s throat in a single stroke. “Yeaah, fuck, choke on that cock you slut.” The grating sounds of gagging filled the room and your ears as you push yourself deeper and deeper down her throat, and, true to the promise of her ‘personality traits’, Irene seems to love every second of it. “Your throat wasn’t made for singing, it was made for deepthroating dicks, wasn’t it?” You can also feel the effect of your dirty talk on the otherwise pristine idol, now slobbering all over your length in response to your relentless aggression.

It’s an intense feeling, but the added visual stimulus increases your enjoyment of the deepthroating tenfold. The top-down view of the beautiful, globally beloved idol, desperately trying to keep up with you as you continually fuck her face, and in fact enjoys that she can’t seem to do so, is more arousing than you could’ve ever imagined.

You somehow catch Irene’s hand moving away from your thighs and snaking down her own body, and when you do, you stop her.

“Don’t you want something better than your fingers to satiate that slutty little cunt?”

You pull Irene off your cock, who takes a second to regain her breath and clean her face of the drool dripping off the side of her lips before nodding with ardent fervor. “First…” Irene slips off her outfit and retrieves a plastic package hidden within it: a condom. “Allow me the honor of putting his on you.”

You nod, too preoccupied with drinking in the sexy sight of Irene’s almond, rock-hard nipples sitting atop a pair of boobs that, while not big, is full enough to satisfy you. Irene rips the packaging off and places the rubber strategically between her lips, using her hands to stabilize your shaft while she descends upon it and takes your length back inside her mouth. A sharp inhale later, Irene’s lips come back up, the rubber sufficiently covering your length. She runs a hand along the length a few more times before looking up at you. “Have you looked at my boobs long enough, or are you ready to fuck me?”

You respond by pushing her onto your bed. Irene lets out a squeal, but the way her eyes shimmer let you know it’s out of excitement, not surprise. “Question is, are you ready to be fucked by me.”

Irene smirks at you. “Wanna bet if you can make me cum before I make you cum?”

“Hm? And what do I get if I win?”

“I’ll spend the rest of the night with you.”

You laugh. “You probably want me to win.”

Irene smiles at you, but refusing to confirm or deny your claim. “Is that you asking me to intentionally lose? I’ll have you know, I’m very competitive.”

Her legs are already spread, making positioning your cock at her dripping wet her dripping wet entrance all the easier. You swear that you can feel the heat radiating from her sex from the hand you’re using to hold your cock in place. “For a cockslut like you, I won’t even need to use your clit to make you scream.”

The curved shape of Irene’s lips quickly turns into an O as you push yourself into her. “Oh, oh god!”

Right from the get-go, you can confirm the other ‘personality trait’ that was listed of her: Irene is, indeed, a screamer. Just the way you like them.

“Don’t you go cumming already, I’m just getting started.”

The strain in your voice betrays your confidence, the tightness of Irene’s pussy squeezing your member like a vice. Fortunately, it’s wet enough to provide ample lubrication to overcome the resistance, allowing most of your length to go straight inside her.

“Y-You’re one to talk.”

Of the many women you’ve fucked, Irene is definitely the most beautiful. While she might not be the most curvaceous, something about her perfect, unblemished skin, the tautness of every square inch of her body, the softness of her curves that perfectly matches the soft beauty of her face makes her one of the sexier ones, too. It’s probably a combination of the two factors that also makes her pussy one of the better ones, too. It’s snug, and probably in part due to how generally small Irene is that again makes your cock feel bigger than usual; it takes a few thrusts to fully enter her, and by that time, Irene is already moaning up a storm.

“Yes! Oh my god, yes! Please, harder!”

Of course, you oblige. Her body feels so frail in your hands, but you spare no strength in pounding into her. It’s not only the tightness, too; perhaps it’s just you, but you swear that Irene’s snatch is wetter and hotter than most.

“An idol like you, so fucking tight, and your pussy so wet and so hot, so happy about finally being fucked that it’s crying in joy.”

The swaying of her petit breasts is a joy to watch, but so is the contorting collage of pleasure on Irene’s face, her small frame shaking with the force of your thrusts.

“I love the feeling of your cock so deep inside me…”

It’s like you’re melting inside her. You nearly forget about the thin layer of rubber separating your sex organ and Irene’s, fighting the tugging motion of her vaginal walls that seem to try to pull you back in as you withdraw your length and cling onto you tightly as your dick hilts her again and again.

“Someone like you should be able to get all the dick you’d ever want, and yet, you’re whoring yourself out to random strangers.”

“Fuck, Seong—” Irene yelps as your hand comes down on her breasts. Her skin is so pale that, even after the one slap, you can see a red mark forming on her tits.

“Does it turn you on? Getting dicked down by random men?”

“Yes, so much!”

You slap her tits again, eliciting another scream from the salacious singer. “I bet you go one stage in front of all your screaming fans, eyeing the guys in your audience and fantasize going backstage and getting railed by them.”

“Please, Seongmin—!” Again, Irene lets out another sharp yelp as your hand comes down on her tits again, the red mark across her breasts deepening.

“Such a shameless harlot, screaming so loudly while getting abused and loving it.”

“Yes!” Another slap, another moan. “More! You can do better, can’t you?!”

Almost by instinct, you meet the challenge by leaning over and wrapping your hands around her neck. The excitement twinkling in her eyes tell you to tighten your grip, and in just a few seconds, you’re fucking Irene while choking her with one hand and kneading her areola and pinching her nipples with the other.

“A fucking whore like you doesn’t get to make demands.” The sound of the bed shaking can be heard, but you don’t care. The neighbors might give you shit for it later, but you’ve endured it before. “You sit there and you take it. Don’t you?”

Unable to respond, Irene can only nod.

You can feel your end coming, but you hold stalwart in your refusal to use her clit. Instead, you turn Irene around, pushing her face against your pillow, and start fucking her from behind with renewed vigor while slapping her ass every few seconds.

“Fuck! Yes! Yes!”

Like the obedient prostitute she is, Irene’s ecstatic screaming no longer makes any more demands. Your reward for her is to slap her ass harder, the jiggling of the ample amount of fat on her romp capturing your attention in between each slap. You can feel the effect of the abuse, too: each time the crisp sound of your palm on her butt joins the cacophony of moans and screams and rattling sounds, her pussy tightens, and you feel yourself coming closer to the brink.

But, fight and fight as you try, it’s inevitable.

“Fuck, Irene…”

“No, wait—”

The last-ditch plea betrays Irene’s initial intentions, you letting out a final warning before erupting. Irene’s body jolts, vibrating with the same frequency of ecstasy that washes over you as you fill the rubber inside her with your seed.

As you retire, you pull out, carefully take off the condom and tie the end, and collapse onto the bed next to her. “Well, guess you won.”

Irene, however, isn’t satisfied. She looks at you with a pout, taking the cum-filled condom and placing it on the nightstand next to the bed. “You weren’t supposed to lose.”

You shoot a smile at her. “So much for being competitive.”

“Where do you put your condoms?”

“…In that nightstand.”

Without a word, Irene leans over and lays a handful more plastic packages on the nightstand. “This time, don’t lose.”

Merry Christmas, and happy holidays everyone! I won’t be uploading again until a few days after new years, as I’m currently at my parent’s place and find it hard to write much smut while here xD

[momosknight]

One-shot World Chp. 6

Free Use Best-Friend

Dahyun x M Reader

Word Count: 2.1k words

" Ughh fuck, you're so fucking good Dahyun "

" Ahhh~ yes, Jun keep fucking me "

You were smoking your vape on the floor resting while you watch your best friends fuck on the bed in doggy style. Your trio friend group just became sex indulged monsters and your apartment has become your sex den.

" I'm cumming babyy, I'll cum inside you "

" Yesss yess fill my pussy up "

" Ughhhhhh~~~ " they moan in unison.

Flashback

Yourself, Dahyun, and Jun is a trio of friend group that started in your 1st year college. Jun and you obviously have feelings for Dahyun but she has her boyfriend. The two of you became like brothers for her and you do things together.

You're now in your 3rd year in college and Dahyun just texted you that her boyfriend broke up with her. You told her to go to your apartment.

*knock knock knock

Dahyun raced to hug you after you opened your door. She is wearing a sporty crop-top and a jean short.

" What's wrong with him, he dumped me right before the Christmas break " Dahyun sobs while hugging you from your neck.

" Are you okay? Come let's wait first "

" No oppa, can we go to your bed? I want to rest "

You led her inside your bedroom and the two of you hugged each other on the bed while Dahyun still sobs from what happened.

" So, what happened? "

" He dumped me, he said that he fell out of love "

" How dare he " you answered.

" Am I not pretty oppa? How dare he, he fucked me as he likes and I suck his dick as he want but he dumped me just like that "

You're shocked by what she said but you want to do your best to calm her down.

" No, you're so beautiful Dahyun "

" You're also super sexy, he will have a hard time forgetting about you in bed " you added.

Dahyun looked at you seductively but you invaded her hot eyes. This is the first time that the two of you become super intimate with each other. She rubs your back while resting on your chest and you rub and sniffs her hair and her shoulders. Both of your breaths became heavy and just found yourself kissing her shoulders.

" ugh~ huhh~ hmm~ " Dahyun moaned gently with heavy breaths.

Based on her reactions you decided to take the opportunity to kiss and lick her shoulders. Her shoulders smell like fragrant tulips and her skin is as smooth and white as a soft tofu. You then moved up to her neck that caused her to bite her lips and moan with her breath. She moans under her breath and pulls off a horny smile before palming your face.

" ~mhhhhh fuck Y/N " she said before pulling your for a kiss.

The two of you kissed like you're both hungry for each other. Her sweet pink lips are so soft and her tongue is so tasty that you gently sucks them each and every kisses. You both sucked each other's tongue and exchanged saliva in between kisses. Your hands roam inside her top, she doesn't have a bra and her crop-top hides her stiff and pink nipples. Fondling her perky plump boobs is like heaven, you can hear her moans under the make out each and every squeeze. Dahyun inserted her hands inside your shorts and gently stroked your shaft.

" I've been wanting to do this to you " you blatantly said.

Dahyun looked at you for a second before taking off her top, you then removed your shorts. Her white milkers with pretty pinkish nipples made your dick throb. Dahyun then massaged your face as she leaned over to make you suck on her boobs.

"I know you want to do this a long time ago, you've been staring at these for quite a long time now " Dahyun said.

" Have you jerked off while thinking of my body? " she added.

You nod while still suckling on her boobs.

" That's cute, the other one " she said before putting her other boob into your mouth.

The two of you locked eyes while you suckled on her boobs, her other arm massages your shaft while the other was massaging your cheeks.

" Do you want to fuck me, Y/N? "

You nodded.

Dahyun suddenly sucked you off aggressively. Her head game is seriously perfect, no teeth and her fellatio tongue work is crazy.

" Fuck, you've been trained by your boyfriend to suck me like this huh "

" Come, fuck me " she answered.

You pushed her into the bed and quickly removed her bottom. You aligned your shaft into her wet pussy and pounded her aggressively on a missionary position.

" Your head game is crazy, did your boyfriend teach you that? "

" Yes, yess ugh~~ "

" Shit shit shit shit " she cursed in pleasure.

" Fuck Y/N I'm cumming "

" Already? Is my cock that good? "

" Yeshhh yes, you cock is the best, Ughh~~ keep pounding my pussy fuckk, I'll be your cum dump if you made me cum now "

She pleaded, crying for you to keep on fucking her already flopping pussy.

" Yeshhh I'm cumming~~ " she squealed.

She bit her lips and her hands squeezed both her boobs as she trembled in pleasure. She smiled seductively as she squirts on your bed.

" Ughhh fuck Y/N that's so good "

" My bed is wet now, guess I'll have you pay for that "

You laid her down revealing her plump ass.

" Well I guess I can use this "

You lined your shaft into her booty hole and pressed your head down slowly until it went in.

" ughhh fuckkkk! " Dahyun squealed as you slowly pushed it inside her cheeks.

You started slow, Dahyun fingers herself as you stick your dick into her anus.

Your dick is so wet with Dahyun's drool so it went in perfectly.

" Ohh, god this feels different " you muttered.

You then fucked her ass while she uses 2 of her fingers to flick her clit.

" You can go faster and harder " she whispered .

With her words you shall grant, you start to bang her harder and faster burying all of your dick every thrust. She muffled her mouth with the pillow while she fastened the pace of her fingering.

The room was filled with the sounds of two bodies banging each other and the noise of Dahyun's muffled moans.

" mhh, mhhh,mhhh ,mhhh ,mhhh~~~ "

Her moans followed the beat of your every thrust. You're nearing your climax as this is your first time fucking anal and it's with your friend Dahyun.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming "

Dahyun moaned repeatedly as her finger fastened its pace. You pummeled one last time filling up her ass with you cum, she squirted right after you removed your dick inside her ass and Dahyun trembles aggressively as you watch her squirt with her ass drooling with your cum.

" That was my first anal sex, I didn't think that it'd feel that good " you said.

Dahyun limped there for a minute before responding.

" You can feel that again, just call me hehe "

Dahyun that time quickly left because she said that she had some errands to attend.

2 days later...

Dahyun arrived at your apartment with your friend, Jun. They brought drinks and meat for you to enjoy. The three of you just chatted for 30 mins while drinking.

" Come one let's have some fun and not be boring " Dahyun exclaimed.

" Let's play a drinking game, the 2 truths and 1 lie " She added.

" Okay let's go! " Jun said.

" I'll go first, I failed one of my subjects this semester, I once cheated on an exam, I got a perfect score in one of my exams " June said.

" Of course it's the first one " you said.

You all laughed, you all drank and kept on playing the game but until Dahyun suggested turning the topic of it into the explicit once for excitement. It's Dahyun's turn.

" I already experienced anal sex, My favorite position is dog style, I had sex with someone in this room already "

The room went silent for a second and tension builds up with Dahyun removing her blue top revealing her silky white skin with her white tube.

" Is it the second one? " You said.

" yes you're correct" Dahyun seductively answered.

" Let's change the game, let us do truth or dare but the one that the bottle will point will be the one to ask the other two and will decide if they do truth or dare " Jun said.

*bottle pointed at Dahyun

" I'll pick the truth, have both of you ever thought of having sex with me? " Dahyun said.

" Yes " both of you answered.

You and Jun looked at each other and decided to take the opportunity to gang up on Dahyun and take advantage of her.

*bottle spins *points at Jun

" I dare Y/N to kiss any part of Dahyun's body that is not covered by clothes for 30 seconds "

" Hey oppa that's not fair hahaha " Dahyun protests with laughter.

You then kissed her silky shoulders, Dahyun's hand leaned into yours aswell. You then fondled her thighs that made her moan in her breaths.

" Time's up! " Jun shouted.

You spun the bottle and it pointed on you.

" I dare you Jun to do the same "

Jun quickly reached onto Dahyun's neck licking and kissing each of them with Dahyun holding his head.

" ~ughh ~mhhh ~mhhh " Dahyun moaned as she was being taken advantage by her friends.

" Times up, here's the bottle Dahyun, you spin it " you said.

*bottle spins * points at Dahyun

" I chose dare, I dare both of you to do the same exact thing to me at the same time "

You and Jun came closer to Dahyun and then kissed Dahyun's shoulders and neck. Dahyun held both of your shoulders while moaning.

" ~~ughh, mmhhh~ fuckkk "

One thing led to another, taking advantage of Dahyun and her letting it all happen, letting her friends do nasty things to her and enjoying the lewd environment.

" I dare Jun and Dahyun to french kiss for a minute "

" I dare Y/N to suck Dahyun's boobs while she's on top for 1 minute "

" I dare Jun to fondle Dahyun's boobs "

" I dare Y/N and Dahyun to french kiss for 2 minutes"

" I dare Y/N and Jun to suck bot of my boobs at the same time while I play with myself " Dahyun seductively dared.

This was the last straw for both Jun and you to finally ignore the game and fuck Dahyun as you see her finger her clit while both of you suckles into her tits.

You shove Dahyun's hand and replace it with yours, now you're the one fingering Dahyun. She bit her fingers while her other hand is strangling your hair due to pleasure.

Jun saw this opportunity to take Dahyun's mouth and deep tongue kiss her. Dahyun moaned in Jun's mouth as your long thick fingers latched inside her pussy tickling her insides.

" Fuck, are you always this horny Dahyun?" Jun asked.

" No, it's just I want to try having a hoe phase ughhh~~ but I don't want to fuck with strangers " Dahyun exclaimed.

" So now, you're our hoe " you said.

" Yess yess, fuck me please I'll be your free use slut " she said before pulling your for a deep kiss.

You then removed your pants and started fucking Dahyun as she ask.

" I'll be fucking you first, hoe " you said.

" Yesss, fuck me with your long thick cock Y/N "

" Let me in too, Dahyun suck my dick" Jun said before giving Dahyun his cock.

~mhhhhh mhhhh ~ughhhh!!

Moans fill the room as you bang Dahyun while she gives Jun a head.

" Hey Dahyun I'll cum inside "

" Yess yess, please cum inside me babyyy fuckk " she said before taking Jun's dick deep into her throat.

You plunged your dick as deep as you can making Dahyun choke into Jun's dick and bend her back.

" Hey it's my turn to fuck your pussy "

You watched as your best friends fuck each other on your bed, thinking of your relationship you never knew that this would happen but you're not complaining. You get to fuck Dahyun that obviously is getting hit on by many guys in your school.

" I'm cumming babyy "

" Yess babyy cum inside me too! Yes make me your slut! Fuck!! "

You cleaned up the mess on the floor, as the two laid down on your bed. After cleaning your floor, you laid too making Dahyun sandwiched between the two of you.

" Hey, I want to try being fuck with my both holes " Dahyun said.

" Do you want to try fucking me at the same time ? " She added.

No time wasted, you quickly pulled Dahyun's legs and you spit into her asshole, Jun then positioned himself and aligned his dick into her pussy. Both of you plunged your cocks at the same time and started banging her from both sides. Dahyun shouted from pain and immense pleasure as she is being stimulated from both of her g spots in her ass and in her pussy.

" OHHH GOODD PLEASE DON'T STOP! FUCKKK I'M GONNA LOSE IT "

Dahyun trembles as two thick cocks enter her holes, Jun suckles her boobs while you suck into her shoulders and neck.

Dahyun squirted all over your bed and limped on the bed like a vegetable but the two of you kept on fucking her until you cum.

Dahyun loses all her energy and can't even moan after reaching her climax. You just both filled her holes with semen as she was passed out with drool and a horny smile on her face.

After the long night you finally cleaned the room and changed the wet bed into a new one, Jun went home and you got to fuck Dahyun again in the morning.

Dahyun is now your free use hoe, Jun and you take turns into fucking her. Sometimes in the school toilet or club room where one will be on watch while the other fucks Dahyun. The three of you were best friends outside but fucks each other every chance you get. Dahyun gladly lets her body be used by the two of you and sometimes being bold enough to let another girl come in every now and then for a foursome.