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Nayeon Smut - Sneaky Christmas

OC X NAYEON

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The first time Nayeon walked into the room, it was like a spotlight had suddenly been turned on. Even knowing my brother was dating someone famous, actually seeing Nayeon in person was a completely different experience. The woman was breathtaking. The kind of beautiful that makes your jaw drop and your thoughts stutter. And not just regular celebrity beautiful – this was Nayeon from TWICE beautiful, the idol whose smile could melt glaciers and whose visuals were constantly praised across South Korea. She had that unique charm, that infectious cheerfulness that everyone adored, and seeing it up close, along with her undeniably sexy body right there in front of me, was almost overwhelming.

My brother introduced her, his arm casually draped around her shoulder, and my eyes couldn’t help but scan her from head to toe. She was wearing a simple but stylish outfit – tight jeans that hugged every curve of her shapely legs and a fitted top that showcased her perky breasts beautifully. Even in casual wear, her star power was undeniable, a radiant aura that seemed to emanate from her.

Her face, even without the stage makeup, was stunning. Those bright, captivating eyes that always sparkled in photos were even more mesmerizing in person, framed by long, dark lashes. Her nose was perfectly sculpted, and then there was that signature bunny smile, wide and infectious, revealing her cute front teeth. It was a smile that could instantly disarm you, making you feel comfortable and at ease, even as your brain struggled to process the fact that you were standing in front of one of the most beloved idols in Korea.

But it wasn't just her face. Nayeon’s body was just as captivating. The fitted top emphasized the roundness and perkiness of her breasts. They weren’t overly large, but perfectly proportioned, the kind that looked soft and inviting. You could tell she worked hard to maintain her figure; there was a subtle firmness, a toned quality that spoke of countless hours of dance practice.

Her jeans hugged her legs like a second skin, showcasing their slender yet shapely form. Her thighs were smooth and toned, leading down to delicate ankles. And then there was her ass. Even through denim, you could tell it was perfectly rounded and firm, the kind that would look incredible bouncing in a short skirt on stage. The way she moved, there was a natural grace and a subtle sway to her hips that hinted at a playful sensuality.

Standing there, witnessing her beauty and her undeniable sex appeal firsthand, it was hard to reconcile the sweet, cheerful image she projected with the undeniably desirable woman standing before me. She was a walking, talking fantasy, the kind of woman who made your imagination run wild with all the naughty possibilities. And she was my brother’s girlfriend. The thought sent a strange mix of disbelief and a flicker of something else, something a little forbidden, through my mind. This was going to be an interesting dynamic, to say the least. Just seeing her that first time, the details of her incredibly sexy body imprinted in my mind, it was clear that Nayeon was a different breed of celebrity, a true icon of beauty and allure

Nayeon’s charm had worked its magic on my family, just as it did on millions of fans. Her cheerful personality and that dazzling smile had them completely smitten from the first meeting. When she left after two days, the house felt strangely empty, a little less bright. I hadn't said much, a combination of shyness and being utterly awestruck keeping me mostly quiet.

But a week later, Christmas arrived, and with it, Nayeon. This time, she came bearing gifts, her arms laden with beautifully wrapped packages. And her outfit… it was something else entirely. She was wearing a pair of incredibly short denim shorts that showcased every glorious inch of her toned thighs and a fitted t-shirt that did little to conceal the perky shape of her breasts. Every curve, every delicious line of her figure was on full display. I felt my mouth go dry as I drank in her beauty, trying my best to appear nonchalant.

My brother, caught up in the whirlwind of family festivities, was soon occupied with other relatives. To my utter delight, Nayeon announced that she would be staying the entire weekend at our place. A thrill shot through me. Two whole days with Nayeon in the house? The possibilities, my imagination whispered, were endless. My cock immediately stirred at the thought. I tried to play it cool, busying myself with wrapping last-minute presents and helping my mom in the kitchen, but my eyes kept finding their way back to Nayeon. The way her shorts rode up her incredible ass when she bent over, the subtle sway of her hips as she walked, the way her t-shirt stretched across her chest, hinting at the treasures beneath… it was a constant assault on my senses. This weekend was going to be interesting, to say the least. Just the anticipation of having her in the house, knowing she was just a room away, was enough to keep my cock hard all day. I couldn't wait to see what the next few days would bring, hoping for any opportunity to get closer to this incredible woman.

It wasn't just her overall beauty; it was the subtle things she did, the almost imperceptible gestures that made me wonder if she was intentionally teasing me. Every time she was near me, it felt like a playful dance on the edge of something more.

For instance, we were in the living room, helping my mom decorate the Christmas tree. I was sitting on the floor, trying to untangle a string of lights, when Nayeon bent down to pick up a box of ornaments right in front of me. Her t-shirt, which was already quite fitted, stretched taut across her chest. And as she leaned forward, the neckline dipped just low enough for me to catch a glimpse underneath. My breath hitched. I could clearly see the outline of her bare breasts, the subtle curve and the darker circle of her areola, with only a small, round pastie covering her nipple. It was a fleeting glimpse, gone as quickly as it appeared, but it was enough to send a jolt of heat straight to my groin, my cock instantly hardening against my jeans. I couldn't help but wonder if she knew exactly what she was doing, if that slight dip of her shirt was deliberate. She didn't look at me, just smiled cheerfully as she handed the box to my mom, acting as if nothing had happened. But the image of her partially exposed breasts was burned into my mind.

Another time, we were all in the kitchen, getting snacks. I was reaching for a bag of chips on a high shelf, and Nayeon was bending down to get something from the lower cabinet right in front of me. Her shorts, already incredibly short, rode up even further as she squatted down, giving me an eyeful of her incredible ass. The denim was tight against her rounded cheeks, highlighting the deep cleft. I could see the smooth, pale skin of her thighs, almost all the way up to where the shorts ended. It felt like she was intentionally presenting her perfect backside to me, an offering I couldn't help but stare at. My cock, still remembering the glimpse of her breasts earlier, sprang to attention once more. She stayed in that position for what felt like an eternity, humming to herself as she rummaged through the cabinet. When she finally stood up, she turned around, smiled brightly at me, and grabbed her snack, again completely oblivious-or – or so it seemed–to the effect her actions were having on me.

These little instances kept happening throughout the day. A casual stretch that lifted her t-shirt just enough to reveal a sliver of her toned stomach, a playful twirl that made her shorts swing, and offered a fleeting glimpse of the curve of her inner thigh. Each time, it felt like a deliberate tease, a subtle game she was playing, knowing exactly how her body affected me. My pants felt tighter and tighter as the day wore on, my cock constantly thick and hard, a testament to her unintentional – or perhaps intentional – seduction. The anticipation of spending the entire weekend with her was building to a fever pitch

my father and mother were making a video call to my brother and I was also in the frame when nayeon stood in front of me very close and I could even smell her and her ass right in front of my cock. she was smiling at my brother and talking about something but my body froze when something touched my cock.

My body went rigid, every muscle tensing as Nayeon’s hand, soft yet firm, closed around my cock through the fabric of my shorts. The unexpected touch sent a jolt of pure electricity through me. My eyes darted downwards, confirming the impossible. Her fair hand was indeed there, subtly but deliberately stroking the growing hardness beneath her fingers.

My gaze shot back up to Nayeon, my heart hammering against my ribs. Her face was still turned towards the phone, her expression bright and cheerful as she continued her conversation with my brother, completely unfazed. The contrast between her innocent demeanor and the incredibly bold act she was performing just inches from my parents’ view on the video call was mind-blowing.

Her fingers continued their teasing assault, gently squeezing and releasing, her thumb finding and flicking the sensitive head of my cock. I bit my lip hard to suppress the groan that threatened to erupt from my throat. The sensations were intense, almost unbearable, especially given the precarious situation. My parents and brother were right there, virtually present, completely oblivious to the erotic intimacy unfolding right under their noses.

I could smell her perfume, a sweet, floral scent that was now inextricably linked to this illicit touch. Her ass, still tantalizingly close to my crotch, felt like it was radiating a heat of its own. My cock was now fully erect, straining against the confines of my shorts, throbbing with a desperate need.

Nayeon’s strokes became a little bolder, a little more insistent. She subtly shifted her hand, her fingers now working their way down the length of my shaft, her thumb continuing its playful flicking of the head. I could feel the warmth of her hand through the thin fabric, the pressure building with each deliberate movement. It was torture, exquisite torture. I wanted to pull away, to break the contact, but at the same time, the thrill of the forbidden, the sheer audacity of her actions, kept me rooted to the spot, my body completely at her mercy.

She let out a soft giggle at something my brother said on the call, and the movement of her body caused her hand to press even more firmly against my hardening cock. A low moan almost escaped my lips, and I had to clench my jaw even tighter to keep it contained. The risk of being caught, the scandal it would cause, flashed through my mind, but the arousal was so powerful, so all-consuming, that all rational thought seemed to evaporate.

Her fingers then started to dance, mimicking the movements of someone playing a tiny, secret instrument. Her thumb continued its teasing exploration of the head, while her other fingers rhythmically stroked the shaft. The pace varied, sometimes slow and sensual, sometimes quick and frantic, each change designed to maximize the pleasure-or – or perhaps the torture–she was inflicting. I could feel the precum starting to leak, dampening the fabric of my shorts around my straining cock.

The video call seemed to stretch on endlessly, each passing moment an exercise in restraint and barely contained lust. Nayeon continued to laugh and chat, her hand работая with a focused intensity that belied her cheerful facade. I could feel my face flushing, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps. I was teetering on the edge, one wrong move, one uncontrolled groan, and the whole situation could explode.

The moment the video call ended and my parents turned away, Nayeon’s hand snapped back as if a live wire had shocked her. She gave me a sly, knowing smile, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint. I quickly sat down on the sofa, angling my body so the obvious tent in my shorts wouldn't be too noticeable as my parents headed into the kitchen, their backs to us, already chatting about the call.

From the sofa, I had a clear view of them working at the counter, the clinking of dishes, and the murmur of their voices filling the air. Nayeon sat down beside me, close enough that our thighs were almost touching. She leaned back, seemingly relaxed, but her gaze kept flicking downwards, settling on my still-prominent hard-on.

“You were checking me out pretty hard that first day, weren’t you?” she whispered, her voice a low, breathy purr that sent shivers down my spine. “I noticed. A girl always knows.” She looked up at my face, her smile widening. “And I see you’re… still impressed.” Her eyes dropped again to my crotch, lingering there for a moment before flicking back up to mine.

My cheeks flushed, and I mumbled something incoherent, trying to play it cool.

Nayeon chuckled softly, a sound that was both innocent and incredibly seductive. “Don’t be shy,” she said, her fingers tracing a light path across my arm. “I don’t bite… unless you want me to.” Her gaze intensified, and I could feel the heat radiating from her.

Her fingers then moved a little lower, brushing against my leg, dangerously close to the bulge in my shorts. “That’s quite a reaction I seem to have on you,” she murmured, her voice laced with a playful arrogance. “It’s… thick, isn’t it?” She didn’t wait for a response, her fingers now daringly close to the seam of my shorts.

My breath hitched. My parents were just a few feet away, completely engrossed in washing dishes, and here was Nayeon, my brother’s girlfriend, openly talking about my hard cock and teasing me with her touch. The risk of being caught, the sheer audacity of her actions, was incredibly arousing.

She leaned in closer, her lips just inches from my ear. “I saw you looking at my boobs earlier too,” she whispered, her voice dropping to a dirty, seductive tone. “Did you like what you saw?” Her hand then slipped beneath the hem of my t-shirt, her fingers lightly grazing my stomach, slowly inching their way downwards.

I could barely breathe, my heart pounding in my chest. “Nayeon…” I started, my voice a shaky whisper.

She placed a finger against my lips, silencing me. “Shhh,” she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Our little secret.” Her hand continued its downward journey, and then, with a bold move, her fingers closed around the undeniable hardness straining against my shorts.

A gasp escaped my lips, and I instinctively tensed. Her grip was surprisingly firm, her fingers gently squeezing and releasing. I glanced towards the kitchen, my parents still oblivious, their backs to us.

Nayeon’s smile widened, and she leaned in even closer, her breasts brushing against my arm. “You’re so hard,” she murmured, her thumb now tracing the outline of my cock head through the fabric. “I bet you’ve been thinking about me all week, haven’t you?”

I could only nod, my throat too tight to speak. The sensations were overwhelming; the forbidden thrill of her touch in such a public yet private setting was driving me wild.

Nayeon’s fingers, having danced with tantalizing restraint, finally slipped beneath the elastic of my shorts, the cool touch of her skin against mine sending another wave of pure anticipation coursing through me. With a slow, deliberate pull, she lowered the fabric just enough to liberate my straining cock. It sprang free, thick and heavy, greeted by the cool air of the living room. Nayeon’s breath hitched as she gazed down at it, her beautiful eyes widening in what seemed like genuine admiration. A soft, almost reverent sigh escaped her lips as her hand, now bolder, reached out to cradle its weight.

Her touch was electric, the soft warmth of her palm a stark contrast to the throbbing heat emanating from my engorged member. She ran her fingers slowly up the smooth skin, her touch feather-light yet undeniably firm, as if she were acquainting herself with every inch. Her gaze remained fixed on my cock, her expression a captivating blend of curiosity and undisguised desire. Then, her fingers tightened slightly, her grip becoming more possessive as she explored its impressive girth.

I held my breath, every nerve ending in my body tingling with anticipation. The sounds of my parents chatting and the gentle clinking of dishes from the nearby kitchen seemed to amplify the silence between Nayeon and me, a stark reminder of the precariousness of our clandestine encounter.

With a mischievous glint in her eyes, Nayeon leaned forward, her radiant face drawing closer to my exposed cock. My heart hammered against my ribs, the anticipation building to a fever pitch. Her lips parted slightly, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her pink tongue. And then, with a slow, deliberate grace, she took the head of my cock into her mouth.

The initial contact was a shock of pure, unadulterated pleasure. The warmth and wetness of her mouth enveloping me sent a jolt straight to my core, igniting a fire that spread rapidly through my veins. I bit down hard on my lip, desperately trying to stifle the involuntary groan that threatened to erupt from my throat. The fear of being discovered warred with the overwhelming sensation of her lips and tongue working their magic on me.

Nayeon’s suction was gentle at first, a soft, teasing exploration, her tongue tracing delicate circles around the sensitive corona. But then, she deepened her hold, taking more of me in, her lips closing tightly, creating a vacuum that sent shivers down my spine. Her cheeks hollowed slightly with each downward motion, and I could feel her warm breath against my skin, adding another layer of intense sensation.

Her head bobbed rhythmically, her dark hair swaying gently against my thighs, a visual testament to the incredible act she was performing. My hands clenched into fists at my sides, my knuckles turning white as I fought to remain still, to keep my pleasure from becoming too obvious. The sounds from the kitchen seemed to mock my attempts at stealth, every clink and clatter amplifying the forbidden intimacy of the moment.

She was a natural, her mouth работая me with an intuitive understanding of what felt best. Her tongue flicked and swirled, exploring every inch of the head, paying special attention to the frenulum, that incredibly sensitive ridge beneath the tip. The sensation was electrifying, making my hips want to buck uncontrollably. She then slid her lips further down, taking more and more of my shaft into her warm, wet haven. I could feel the velvety softness of her tongue caressing my skin, the rhythmic pressure of her suction building with each stroke. Her throat worked visibly as she went deeper, taking me almost to the base, and then slowly sliding back up, repeating the process with a practiced expertise that left me breathless and aching for more.

My gaze was fixed on her face, just inches away. Her eyes were closed, her expression one of pure concentration and sensual enjoyment, a stark contrast to her usual bright and cheerful demeanor. Her lips glistened with my saliva, and the way she was so completely focused on pleasuring me, seemingly oblivious to the immense risk of discovery, was incredibly arousing. Her perky breasts, still partially visible above the neckline of her t-shirt, bounced ever so slightly with the motion of her head, a tantalizing distraction that only added to my mounting arousal.

She varied her technique, her pace shifting from a slow, sensual glide to a quicker, more urgent rhythm, always keeping me teetering on the precipice of control. She used her hands too, gently stroking the underside of my shaft, her fingers occasionally brushing against my swollen balls, sending shockwaves of delight through my body. She explored the textures, the veins, the sheer length and thickness of me with a focused intensity that was incredibly flattering and undeniably erotic.

She then did something that sent a jolt of pure fire through my veins. As she slid her mouth down my shaft, her fingers tightened around the base, gently tugging as her lips reached the head again. The combination of the deep suction and the gentle pull was almost unbearable, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. I bit down harder on my lip, my body tensing, every muscle screaming for release.

The sounds from the kitchen seemed to fade into the background as my world narrowed to the incredible sensations Nayeon was creating. Her mouth was a warm, wet vortex, and I was being pulled into its depths, each stroke bringing me closer to the point of no return. The risk, the thrill, the undeniable pleasure – it was an intoxicating combination, a secret indulgence happening right under the noses of my unsuspecting parents

My blood ran cold as my mom’s voice cut through the haze of pleasure. “Where’s Nayeon, sweetheart? I thought she was here with you.” My eyes snapped open, my heart leaping into my throat. Panic surged through me. My parents were turning, their gazes sweeping towards the sofa.

Without thinking, my hands shot out, grabbing the throw blanket that was draped over the back of the sofa. In one swift motion, I tossed it over Nayeon, completely covering her head and the lower part of her body that was currently работая on my cock. From their perspective, it would just look like I was lying down, perhaps even taking a nap, with only my head and shoulders visible above the blanket.

“Oh, she… she just went to the restroom, Mom,” I stammered out, my voice cracking slightly. I tried to sound casual, but the lie felt thick and heavy in the air. My eyes darted nervously towards the kitchen, watching my parents’ reactions.

Thankfully, my mom just nodded, seemingly satisfied with my explanation. “Okay, honey. Just let her know lunch will be ready soon.” She turned back to the counter, resuming her conversation with my dad.

Underneath the sheet, Nayeon’s ministrations continued, completely unfazed by the near-disaster. If anything, the added risk seemed to fuel her boldness. Her tongue left the head of my cock and trailed down, licking the smooth skin of my shaft before focusing on my balls. The sensation of her warm, wet tongue enveloping my testicles was intense, making me twitch uncontrollably. She then moved higher, her lips and tongue работая the base of my cock, where it met my groin, the pressure and suction almost unbearable in their exquisite intensity.

I clenched my fists even tighter, my body trembling as I fought to remain silent. The contrast between the innocent conversation happening just a few feet away and the incredibly depraved act unfolding under the blanket was mind-blowing. I could feel the heat rising in my face, and I prayed my parents wouldn’t notice my flushed complexion.

Nayeon’s tongue continued its tantalizing assault, her breath hot and moist against my skin. She was exploring every inch, every nerve ending, driving me further and further towards the edge of sanity. The rhythmic sucking and slurping sounds were thankfully muffled by the blanket, but I was still terrified that my own involuntary moans would give us away.

Nayeon’s head emerged slowly from beneath the sheet, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Her lips were still wet, glistening with the remnants of my precum, which she delicately wiped away with a finger. That same sly smile played on her lips as she brought her finger to her mouth, savoring the taste with a satisfied hum. This stunning woman was teasing me relentlessly, pushing the boundaries of what I thought was possible.

With a fluid movement, she straddled me, her knees pressing against either side of my thighs. She leaned down, grabbing the front of my t-shirt and pulling my face closer to hers. “I want your cock inside me,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire, her breath hot against my ear.

“Nayeon, my parents are right there,” I managed to say, my voice a strained whisper, glancing nervously towards the kitchen where my parents were still washing dishes, oblivious to the erotic drama unfolding just a few feet away.

She just chuckled, a low, throaty sound that vibrated against my chest. “They won’t hear us,” she insisted, her eyes blazing with a raw, unadulterated lust. “I’m too horny to wait any longer.” Her grip on my shirt tightened, and she pulled me closer, her body pressing against mine. I could feel the soft warmth of her pussy just inches away.

Without waiting for my response, she pushed me back against the cushions of the sofa, angling her body so that my parents, if they were to glance over, would only see her sitting on top of me. My upper body was now lower, mostly obscured by the back of the sofa, while she was positioned perfectly to block their view of what was happening beneath her.

My cock, still throbbing from her expert mouth work, strained upwards, eager to fulfill her desire. Nayeon reached down, her fingers finding the waistband of my still-lowered shorts. With a swift movement, she pushed them down further, giving her unobstructed access. Her touch was sure and confident as she guided my hard cock towards her wet entrance.

I felt the slick warmth of her pussy lips as the head of my penis nudged against them. She let out a soft moan, her hips tilting slightly as she positioned herself. Then, slowly, deliberately, she began to lower herself onto me. I gasped as she took me inch by agonizing inch, her tight muscles clenching around my shaft. She went all the way down, until I was buried deep inside her, the feeling of her hot, wet embrace sending waves of pure ecstasy through me.

Nayeon leaned forward, resting her hands on my chest, her eyes locking with mine. That playful smile was back, now tinged with a primal satisfaction. “See? They can’t see a thing,” she whispered, her hips beginning to rock gently. “And they definitely can’t hear this.” Her moans started soft and low, escalating with each slide of her body against mine,

Nayeon’s hips began to move in a slow, sensual grind, her tight pussy muscles clenching and releasing around my hard cock. I looked up at her face, her cheeks slightly flushed, a bead of sweat trickling down her temple. She was biting her lip, her eyes darting occasionally towards the kitchen, a clear effort to suppress the moans that were building within her.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” she whispered, a naughty smile gracing her lips. Her hands gripped my shoulders, pulling herself closer, her breasts pressing firmly against my chest. I could feel her heartbeat racing, mirroring my own frantic pulse.

“Unbelievable,” I managed to whisper back, my gaze tracing the curve of her neck down to the tantalizing view of her cleavage. Being inside her, feeling her hot and wet around me, with the risk of my parents walking in at any moment, was an incredible rush.

She increased the pace of her movements, her hips rocking with a more insistent rhythm. Soft whimpers escaped her lips, quickly stifled as she glanced towards the kitchen. I could see my mom turn slightly, and Nayeon immediately broke eye contact with me, smiling sweetly in the direction of the kitchen.

“Everything alright there, honey?” my mom asked, her voice carrying from the other room.

“Yes, aunty,” Nayeon replied, her voice perfectly normal and cheerful. “Just admiring your lovely Christmas decorations!” She then looked back down at me, her eyes blazing with renewed desire, and resumed her sensual riding, her moans now barely audible breaths against my ear.

The contrast was surreal. One moment she was the picture of innocent politeness, charming my mother, and the next, she was straddling me, her hot pussy grinding against my cock with a primal intensity. It was incredibly arousing.

From my position beneath her, my view of her body was intoxicating. Her t-shirt had ridden up slightly, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her toned stomach. Her breasts, now moving more freely with her riding, bounced gently, their hard nipples peeking out from under the fabric. I reached up and gently cupped one in my hand, feeling its softness and the immediate hardening of her nipple. She let out a soft gasp, quickly muffling it with a hand pressed against her mouth.

Her riding became more vigorous, her hips lifting higher with each thrust, giving me a deeper, more satisfying penetration. I could feel her wetness coating my cock, the friction building with every stroke. The sounds of our bodies coming together – the soft thud of her ass against my lap, her muffled moans, my own suppressed groans – were a secret symphony of pleasure.

Suddenly, my dad walked to the doorway of the kitchen, looking into the living room. Nayeon immediately stilled her movements, her smile turning into a wide, innocent grin as she looked at him.

“Having a nice chat, you two?” he asked, his gaze sweeping over us.

“Yes, Uncle,” Nayeon said brightly. “Just catching up. It’s so nice to finally have a quiet moment.” She subtly shifted her weight, pressing down on me, her pussy squeezing my cock tightly. I had to bite back a groan.

“Well, don’t be strangers. Dinner will be ready in about half an hour.” He gave us a warm smile and then headed back into the kitchen.

As soon as he was gone, Nayeon’s smile turned wicked. “That was close,” she whispered, her hips immediately resuming their passionate rhythm. “But it just makes it even more exciting, doesn’t it?” Her pace quickened, her moans becoming louder, her head thrown back, her body completely surrendered to the pleasure. I could feel her nearing another climax, her inner muscles clenching tighter and tighter around my cock. The forbidden thrill of the situation, the intense pleasure of being inside her, and the constant risk of discovery – it was all combining to create an experience I would never forget.

Nayeon’s breath hitched as her orgasm began to build, her movements becoming more frantic, her hips grinding down on my cock with a desperate intensity. Her muffled cries grew louder, and I could feel her inner muscles clenching rhythmically, squeezing me tightly. Just as I felt myself teetering on the edge of my release, I heard footsteps approaching from the kitchen.

My heart leaped into my throat. My dad was coming back into the living room.

Nayeon’s eyes widened in panic. Without breaking our connection, she quickly shifted her position, sliding off me just enough to turn her body slightly. She then leaned forward, pretending to reach for a Christmas ornament that had fallen onto the floor beside the sofa. From the doorway, it would just look like she was bending down to pick something up.

“Is everything alright, you two?” my dad asked, his gaze sweeping over the room.

“Oh, yes, uncle,” Nayeon said, her voice perfectly steady, a sweet smile on her face as she held up the ornament. “Just admiring this pretty little reindeer. It must have fallen off the tree.”

My dad chuckled. “Careful, you don’t break it! Those are old family heirlooms.” He glanced at me, still lying on the sofa, trying to appear relaxed. “Everything good with you, son?”

I managed a weak nod, my face flushed, my heart still pounding. “Yeah, Dad. Just… admiring the decorations too.”

He smiled and headed back towards the kitchen. As soon as he was out of sight, Nayeon quickly straddled me again, her smile turning wicked. “That was a close one,” she whispered, her pussy immediately finding its home on my still-hard cock. “Made it even hotter, don’t you think?”

She didn’t wait for my reply, her hips immediately resuming their passionate rhythm. Her moans, which had been so carefully suppressed moments before, now escaped her lips more freely, though still muffled by her hand. Her riding became more frantic, her body bouncing on mine with unrestrained desire. I reached up and cupped her breasts, my thumbs teasing her hard nipples, eliciting sharp intakes of breath.

“You’re so naughty,” I whispered against her ear, my arousal reaching a fever pitch.

“Only for you,” she breathed back, her hips grinding down on me with a delicious force. “You like it, don’t you? Being bad with me?”

“More than anything,” I admitted, my fingers now trailing down her back, feeling the smooth skin beneath her t-shirt. I reached under the hem, my fingers finding the curve of her ass, gently squeezing the firm flesh. She moaned louder, her hips bucking in response

Driven by the feel of Nayeon’s incredibly tight pussy and her escalating moans, I increased the intensity of my thrusts, bucking my hips upwards to meet her downward ride. Her head was thrown back, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she gripped my shoulders tightly, her body trembling with the force of her impending climax. I could feel her inner muscles clenching rhythmically around my cock, squeezing and releasing with increasing urgency.

“Oh, fuck… I’m gonna come again…” she gasped out, her voice thick with pleasure. Her hips began to grind down on me with a desperate frenzy, her body arching and twisting as the waves of her second orgasm washed over her. Her muffled cries reached a fever pitch, a series of high-pitched whimpers and moans that were barely contained by her hand pressed against her mouth.

Just as she reached her peak, I felt my own body teetering on the edge. The intense friction of her tight pussy milking my cock, combined with the forbidden thrill of our clandestine encounter, pushed me over the point of no return. A deep groan rumbled in my chest as my own orgasm erupted, a torrent of hot cum shooting deep inside her, filling her completely. My body shuddered uncontrollably as I held her tight, our mingled breaths and cries the only sounds in the living room for a brief, suspended moment.

When the tremors of our shared climax finally subsided, Nayeon slowly eased off me, a blissful smile gracing her lips. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes still glazed over with a dazed satisfaction. She adjusted her t-shirt, smoothing it down with a practiced hand, and then, with remarkable composure, turned towards the kitchen.

“aunty,” she called out sweetly, her voice sounding perfectly normal. “Is there anything I can help you with for dinner?”

I lay on the sofa, my heart still racing, watching her as she walked towards my parents. I had a clear view of her legs from my slightly lower vantage point. And as she moved, I saw it – a thick, milky stream of my cum slowly leaking from her pussy, tracing a path down her smooth, fair thighs. It was a blatant, undeniable testament to our secret, passionate encounter, a visual reminder of the raw intimacy we had just shared, right under the noses of my unsuspecting parents. The sight sent another wave of heat pooling in my groin, a silent promise of more to come lingering in the air.

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Mother's Love

This was a commission but I got permission to post it. It is probably the work that took me the longest to write because of how much research. It is very new concept to me and I don't know how well I portrayed it. Please let me know what you guys think.

Warning: Heavy Incest

You gazed longingly at the framed photo on your nightstand - your mother in her prime, radiant smile beaming at the camera. With a guilty pang, you reached for it, fingertips tracing her outline. You knew it was wrong but couldn't stop the flood of inappropriate thoughts.

Just then, a gentle knock at your bedroom door made you jump. "Honey, are you okay? You've been awfully quiet tonight," your mother's concerned voice said.

Hastily, you shoved the photo under your pillow. "I-I'm fine, Mom," you called back, voice cracking slightly. "Just tired from work."

"Alright, sweetie. Let me know if you need anything." Her footsteps retreated down the hall.

You let out a shaky breath, simultaneously relieved and disappointed that she hadn't come in. Retrieving the photo and pulling your pants back on you headed out.  To your surprise, the door wasn’t closed but you were happy that she hadn’t seen what you were doing. 

Hey Mom, what are you doing back home so soon? I thought you were meeting Auntie Yoona and Yuri today. 

“I was baby, but we decided to call it a day fast because I didn’t want to leave you home alone for so long,” Seohyun says. 

This wasn’t anything new for your mother as she has always been very protective of you but what you found much more weird was the fact that your mother hasn’t tried to hug you yet. She loved hugs and that’s the first thing she always did when she saw you. 

It was a little surprising because you also loved those hugs, using them as a chance to hold her curvy body in between your arms, feel her breasts squeeze up against you, and the scent of Vanilla from her hair. 

You hesitate for a moment, wondering if you should bring up the lack of a hug. But before you can say anything, Seohyun speaks again.

"Sweetie, why don't you come sit with me on the couch? We need to talk about something."

Her tone is serious, and you feel a twinge of anxiety in your stomach. You follow her to the living room, watching as she settles onto the sofa. She pats the spot next to her, and you sit down, noticing how she keeps a bit more distance between you than usual.

"What's going on, Mom?" you ask, trying to keep your voice steady.

Seohyun takes a deep breath, her eyes meeting yours. "I've noticed what you were doing in your room earlier. I think we should address this."

Your heart races, and you feel a rush of heat on your face. You hadn't realized she'd seen anything. You try to swallow, but your mouth has gone dry.

"I... I don't know what you mean," you stammer, but even as the words leave your mouth, you know it's a feeble attempt at denial.

Seohyun's expression softens slightly, but her eyes remain serious. "Sweetie, I know this is uncomfortable, but we need to be honest with each other. I saw you looking at those pictures on your computer. The ones of... me."

Your stomach drops. You'd thought you were being so careful, always clearing your browser history, never leaving any traces. But somehow, she'd caught you.

"Mom, I can explain," you begin, but you're not sure how to continue. How do you explain the feelings you've been grappling with, the confusion and desire that have been tormenting you for months? How do you tell your mother that you've developed feelings for her that go far beyond what's appropriate?

Seohyun takes a step closer, and you instinctively back away until you feel the wall behind you. You're trapped, both physically and emotionally.

"Honey, I'm not angry," she says softly. "I'm just... concerned. And a little confused. Can you help me understand what's going on?"

You close your eyes, wishing you could disappear. But you know you can't avoid this conversation any longer. With a shaky breath, you open your eyes and meet her gaze but close them again.

"I don't know how it happened," you whisper. "I've tried to fight it, to ignore these feelings, but I can't. Mom, I... I think I'm in love with you."

Your eyes remain closed as you take a shaky breath, trying to find the right words. The silence stretches on, punctuated only by the pounding of your heart. 

"I... I don't know how to explain it," you finally manage. Your voice comes out as barely more than a whisper. "It's not something I chose or wanted. These feelings just... developed over time."

You open your eyes to see your mother's face etched with worry. She reaches out and gently touches your arm. The contact sends a jolt through you.

"When did this start?" Seohyun asks.

"I'm not sure exactly. Maybe a few months ago? At first, I tried to ignore it, to push the thoughts away. But they kept coming back stronger." 

You look down, unable to meet her gaze. "I'm sorry, Mom. I know it's wrong. I've tried to get rid of them but no matter what I tried, I always ended up back where I started. 

You feel your mother's hand gently squeeze your arm. "Sweetheart, look at me," she says softly. You slowly raise your eyes to meet hers, expecting to see disappointment or disgust. Instead, her gaze is filled with understanding and compassion.

"You have nothing to apologize for," Seohyun says firmly. "Your feelings are valid, even if they're complicated. I'm glad you felt you could open up to me about this."

She pulls you into a warm embrace. You relax into her arms, feeling a wave of relief wash over you. 

"Why don't we sit down and talk more?" your mother suggests. "I want to understand what you're going through."

The both of you sit down and you begin to tell her what you have been doing, Seohyun listens without saying a single word, sitting next to you with her legs folded. 

“Mom, are you sure it's fine for me to keep going? I know this isn’t what you expected from me.” 

All of a sudden, Seohyun pushes your back onto the couch.

“Baby you have no idea how much I have held myself back.  Just hearing how you feel about me made me feel so wet, Look” 

Seohyun holds you down with your hands above your head,  and moves her pelvis closer to your face, showing you the wet spot on her leggings. 

Shocked would be an understatement of how you were feeling right now, you couldn’t get any words out. 

“Your body is so fucking perfect baby, I love skinny men, and you are just the perfect size for me unlike your father, so fat and ugly he is. I am so happy that you are nothing like him, baby.” 

She traces your body, her fingers lingering over your collarbone and shoulder. 

“Your body is just so perfect for a goddess like me. Look at how sexy I am, my body is literal perfection and it deserves to be worshipped doesn’t it.” Seohyun asks. 

All you can do is nod. 

“That’s a good boy. Now stay still for mommy,” Seohyun says as she lets go of your hands and takes off her leggings along with those panties. 

“Fuck Mommy, your body is so perfect. Those legs and lovely shaved pussy,” You say as you admire her body.  

“I know baby” 

“Mommy can you come kiss me please! I wanna hold your face and enjoy this moment,” 

Seohyun obliges and kisses her son, a deep and passionate one. Tongues fighting with each other but Seohyun’s winning. 

After what felt like hours, she pulls away from you. “Give your hands baby,” 

You oblige, Seohyun ties your hands together with her leggings. 

“Mommy, why are you tying my hands,” You ask, surprised and also annoyed because you wanted to hold her and feel her perfect body. 

“Yes baby, I am the one in control here and you will do anything I say won’t you, my pretty boy?”

“Yes Mommy, I will be a good boy for you,” you reply all your worries from earlier disappearing. All you wanted to do was make your mommy happy. 

Your mother's pussy was now right in front of your face, a few inches away from your mouth. You had dreamed about such a day, the smell was so perfect, a little hint of her sweat but that made it more addicting. 

You put your tongue out trying to get a taste of her pussy but you were stopped by your hair being pulled. 

“Did I tell you to lick my pussy?” Seohyun says. In the same voice, she uses when you do something stupid. 

“No…” you were shocked by her tone but something about the way she was controlling you was turning you on in a way that you didn’t know was possible. 

“Good, you will only do things that I say, anything more or anything less you will be punished okay? Pretty boy,”

“Yes Mommy,” You liked how this situation turned out even more now. You were always a submissive guy so this was a dream come true.

“Now, go ahead and have a taste of this heavenly pussy,” Seohyun allows you. Wanting to savor the moment, you take a deep breath of her scent and dive into it. Her pussy tasted amazing, it was sweet and addictive. 

You licked her pussy as your life depended on it, occasionally flicking your tongue against her clit. Seohyun’s moans filled the room. It was like music to your ears. 

Seohyun grabbed onto your hair pulling it and the pain is making this pleasure even better. 

“Fuck, baby boy, keep going! You are going to make Mommy cum, keep going. Don’t you dare fucking stop? Keep fucking going baby!” Seohyun screamed. Her pleasure was getting to her. 

Soon after, Seohyun goes over the edge, squirting all over your face, her thighs crushing your head. You lick up every single drop of it. 

“You did such an amazing job baby boy! Mommy should reward you for being such a good boy. Don’t move and let mommy take care of you” 

Seohyun pulls down your pants and out comes your hard cock. Amazed by its sheer size.”I didn’t know you grew so much, baby.” 

She wraps her hand around your cock slowly pumping it. Her hands felt so perfect around your cock, the warmth of her hands so perfect. 

“Mommy, that feels so good!” You moan. 

Your moans were like music to Seohyun’s ears, she wanted to hear more. So she gives your cock a little kiss on the tip before putting it into her mouth, her head bobbing as her tongue works its way around the tip.

It was a struggle to not cum within a few seconds. It took all the concentration you had but it was getting too much. You try to stop her with your hands and it works but to your dismay, your mother's eyes meet yours and she isn’t happy. 

A sudden sting on your cheek brings you back to reality, Seohyun had just slapped you. “WHAT THE FUCK Mom!” 

But the only reply you get is another slap.

“What did I tell you? I told you to stay still, didn’t I?” 

You were stunned but replied, “You did, I’m sorry Mommy it was getting too much for me,”

“I know baby but mommy wants your cum, you will give it to her won’t you?” Seohyun says, her puppy eyes staring into yours. 

“Yes Mommy, Anything for you,” You didn’t have it in you to say no to anything that she asked for especially when she used those puppy eyes. 

She restarted her assault on your cock and this time she was dead set on making you cum. Her head bobbing so fast, this time you did your best to keep your hands above. 

“Hnghh, Mommy I’m cumming!!” 

Seohyun speeds up and within a few seconds, you cum down her throat. This was probably the strongest orgasm that you have ever had. It was mind-numbing to you. Seohyun swallowed every single drop of your cum. 

“Mhmm that was quite the load you were saving up for me, baby.” 

The orgasm had hit you like a truck and you were recovering slowly from it. “Amazing Mommy, that was the best orgasm that I’ve ever had,” 

“I know baby, and this is just the beginning we haven’t even got to the main event yet.” 

“Oh yeah? I can’t wait to see how much better the main event is going to be Mommy.”

“Let me ride my baby boy, I want to feel your cock stretching out my tight pussy.” Seohyun says. Stradling your body and lining your cock. 

She teases you, not putting it in, rubbing your cock on her pussy coating it with her juices. You wanted to put it in so badly but you knew better than to be impatient, but there was only so much you could take. 

“Mommy, please put it in,” you beg.

She obliges, slowly sliding your cock into her tight pussy, this is what you imagined heaven would feel like. 

“Fuck! Baby, your big fat cock is stretching me out so good, I miss this feeling so fucking much, your tiny dick father could never stretch me like this,” Seohyun moaned, her hands gripping onto your chest as she adjusted to your length.

“Mommy your pussy is so fucking tight!” You moaned. 

Seohyun was riding you like there was no tomorrow, the pleasure slowly taking over her brain and ignoring your hands that were now groping at her perfect tits. 

Everything was so perfect. Your mother continued to ride you as you played with her tits. One of her hands rubbing her clit. 

The sight of your cock going in and out of your mother's pussy was addicting, Your mother loved it just as much as you, she loved it a lot more. Her hips were moving in ways that you didn’t know were possible and that was bringing you closer to your orgasm. 

With how much your dick was twitching inside Seohyun’s pussy she knew that you wouldn’t be able to last longer but she couldn’t have that, not when she hasn’t even cum yet. 

You felt Seohyun slap you, it wasn’t like the one before this one was harder, before you could protest another one landed. You were shocked. 

“Mommy, what did I do?” You questioned. 

“Nothing baby, I just didn’t want you to cum so soon. Mommy is close but you have to make her cum more than once. She desperately misses sex,” Seohyun moaned as her nails dug into your arms. 

The pain really helped get your mind off your orgasm but you were enjoying the pain, it was different, it felt perfect receiving pain from the one woman you loved more than yourself.

“Mommy’s cumming baby boy, pound her hard and fast, don’t you dare fucking cum or stop until I say so,” Seohyun instructs and you do exactly that. There wasn’t much gap between Seohyun and the bed but you did your best to pound into her and she was enjoying it. 

After a few seconds of hard pounding, Seohyun pulls your cock out of her pussy and squirts all over your body. It was a strong one given how much squirt was on your body and also how long it took your mother to recover from it. 

As soon as she recovers from her orgasm, she begins chasing her next one, hoping it is stronger than the last, her dominant side takes over and she begins choking you all while still riding you.

The lack of oxygen and the tightness of Seohyun’s pussy was bringing you dangerously close to your orgasm. 

‘Mommy-” Before you can warn your mother, your cum, squirting your seed into the depths of your mother's tight pussy. 

“Oh my God, what a naughty boy you are. Cumming inside me without permission. Since this is your first time. I am going to let this go.” 

Seohyun stays on your cock for a few more seconds before finally getting off. A glob of your semen leaks out of her freshly fucked pussy. Seohyun is a little surprised by this. 

“Oh my! Were you trying to get your mother pregnant? Look at how much cum you dumped in my pussy,” Seohyun says before bending down to lick up the glob of cum that leaked out of her pussy. 

“I’m sorry, Mom,” you reply, a little guilty for cumming inside of her without her permission. 

“Haha, don’t take it seriously. I was just kidding. Go on clean up. Your father might be coming home earlier than expected today,” Seohyun says before untying your hands and walking toward the master bedroom.

Heading your mother’s warning, you pick up your clothes and head to your room to wash up. Just as your mother had predicted, your father returned an hour after your sex session. 

**********

The next few days were uneventful. Neither of you spoke about what had happened that night. Maybe it was because both of you were avoiding the responsibility of confronting the situation, but more than anything, it seemed like your father’s presence at home gave you both an excuse to ignore it. He had taken a few days off, and the house was unusually busy with him being around.

You spent most of your time outside, either at the gym or hanging out at a friend’s place, unable to bear the sight of your father acting all affectionate with your mother. For some reason, it rubbed you the wrong way—seeing them that way, so close and content, stirred something uncomfortable deep within you.

One afternoon, you came home to find your mother sitting at your desk, using your computer. Before you could see what she was looking at, she quickly closed all the windows and got up, leaving the room without a word. It was strange—completely out of character for her. She had never gone through your things before, much less without asking your permission.

Shrugging it off, you spent the next few hours immersed in your video games. When dinner time rolled around, you went downstairs. Dinner proceeded as usual, with the usual exchanges between your parents. Just as you were beginning to let your guard down, something unexpected happened: beneath the table, your mother’s foot slowly slid onto your lap.

Her toes pressed against your groin.

Your breath caught in your throat, and your body tensed involuntarily. It was difficult not to react, especially with your father sitting right next to her, obliviously eating. She didn’t look at you, not once, her expression calm and composed as if nothing unusual was happening.

That was the only noteworthy event of the evening. Afterward, things seemed to return to normal—as normal as they could be.

************

The following evening, the air in the house felt unusually heavy. You kept thinking about the small, strange moments you had shared with your mother over the last few days—moments you didn’t know how to interpret.

Later that night, when you were in your room, scrolling aimlessly through your phone, you heard the faintest sound of anklets jingling from outside your door.

The door creaked open, and there she stood—your mother, Seohyun, bathed in the soft glow of the hallway light. But tonight, she wasn’t dressed in her usual attire. She was wearing an intricate Indian outfit—a flowing saree draped elegantly over her body. The rich fabric shimmered as she stepped into the room, each movement accompanied by the soft chime of her anklets.

Her bare feet carried silver toe rings that glinted under the low light, and a thin chain rested delicately around her waist, adorned with a small stomach ring that peeked from beneath the edge of her saree. She wore a nose ring—simple yet striking—and it enhanced the sharpness of her features. She looked both foreign and familiar, like a dream plucked from the depths of your subconscious. 

Your heart pounded as she closed the door quietly behind her, locking it with a soft click.

“Do you like it?” she asked, her voice low, almost a whisper. There was no mistaking the intent behind her gaze—she knew exactly what she was doing.

How did she know? How had she figured out your fascination with Indian attire?

Before you could gather your thoughts, she crossed the room with slow, deliberate steps, her anklets jingling with every movement. The scent of jasmine and sandalwood clung to her skin, intoxicating. She knelt beside you, her fingers brushing lightly against your hand.

“You don’t have to hide it anymore,” she whispered, leaning closer. "I know."

 The room felt still, as though time had slowed. Your gaze traveled over her form, taking in every detail—the way the saree’s fabric clung to her curves, the shimmer of silver jewelry against her pale skin, and the way she carried herself with quiet grace.

Seohyun tilted her head slightly, her anklet chiming softly as she shifted her weight. "Do you like what you see?" she asked gently, her voice carrying warmth and curiosity as if she truly wanted to know what was in your heart.

You swallowed, the weight of the moment pressing down on you. “Yes... Goddess.” The word slipped from your lips without hesitation, as if it had always belonged there. It wasn’t just admiration—it was reverence, an acknowledgment of the deep, unspoken emotions that had grown over time. You weren’t merely looking at your mother; you were gazing at someone you now saw as something more—someone extraordinary.

A soft smile spread across her lips, filled with both amusement and understanding. She didn’t laugh at you or dismiss the way you had addressed her. Instead, she stood quietly, as if waiting for you to express what had been unspoken between the two of you.

You knelt in front of her, overwhelmed by the desire to honor her presence. With a deep breath, you lowered your head and kissed her feet. The cool metal of her toe rings brushed against your skin, and the faint scent of jasmine lingered in the air. It wasn’t about submission; it was about devotion.

She rested her hand lightly on your head, her touch soft and reassuring. "You don't have to be afraid," she whispered. "Mommy’s here."

Raising your head slowly, you gazed up at her. "I... I want to honor you, Goddess. To cherish every part of you."

Her expression softened, and she brushed a stray strand of hair away from your face. "Then honor me," she said simply, her voice steady and kind.

You sat quietly at her feet as you traced her body from her toes to her magnificent thighs. She stayed with you, the jingling of her anklets becoming a familiar, soothing sound. It felt as if the unspoken tension of the past days had finally lifted, replaced by something far more profound—a bond deeper than words, built on mutual respect and quiet admiration.

A rush of emotions surged through you—so many that it was difficult to sort them all out. Reverence, gratitude, admiration… but above all, an overwhelming sense of peace. It was as if the storm raging inside you for days had finally quieted, replaced by clarity.

Every small detail seemed magnified: the cool metal of her toe rings, the soft chime of her anklets, the smoothness of her skin beneath your touch. Your heart pounded, not with fear, but with a deep sense of purpose. Worshipping her wasn’t just an act—it felt like the truest way to express what words never could.

You marveled at her grace, the way the flowing fabric of her saree traced her silhouette like art in motion. Every inch of her felt like a masterpiece—each curve, each subtle movement speaking of beauty beyond the physical. It was not just about her appearance, but the aura she carried: the quiet strength, the kindness, the elegance that she exuded so effortlessly.

As your fingers brushed along her anklets, a strange warmth bloomed within you—something between awe and humility. You felt small in her presence, but not in a diminished way. It was the kind of smallness you might feel while standing beneath a starry sky, or gazing at a powerful painting—something grand, humbling, yet strangely comforting.

Your breath hitched as you looked up at her, and for a moment, you thought you saw something in her eyes—an understanding, perhaps, of what this moment meant to you. There was no awkwardness, no shame, only a quiet acceptance between the two of you.

Touching her feet, tracing the delicate rings she wore, filled you with a sense of connection that went deeper than any conversation ever could. It was as though you were communicating without words, speaking in gestures and glances, your emotions laid bare in the simplest of touches.

And as you gazed up at her, you felt a sense of belonging—like you were exactly where you were meant to be. In that quiet, sacred space, nothing else mattered. The world outside could wait. All that existed now was her, standing before you, radiant and serene.

The first thing you noticed was how soft and smooth her skin felt beneath your touch—like fine silk, cool yet welcoming. Her feet were elegant, with well-formed arches that gave them a graceful shape. The pale skin had a slight sheen, catching the soft light in the room. A light floral scent, perhaps from lotion or oil, lingered faintly, making the experience even more soothing.

Her toes were slender, each adorned with delicate silver rings that rested comfortably against her skin, their smooth surfaces cool under your fingertips. The rings glinted subtly, adding an extra layer of beauty to her already mesmerizing presence. Her nails were neatly trimmed and painted a soft shade of pink—simple yet refined, perfectly complementing the quiet elegance she carried.

The anklets wrapped around her slim ankles jingled gently with every movement, creating a rhythmic, calming sound. You felt the subtle weight of the anklets as you rested your forehead against her feet, the tiny charms brushing lightly against your skin.

Her soles were soft but carried a slight firmness from the natural wear of walking barefoot—enough to remind you of her strength without diminishing her delicacy. As your fingertips traced lightly along the curve of her heel, you noticed how her skin gave just a little under your touch, a perfect balance between tender and resilient.

There was warmth in her touch as she rested one foot against your hands as if to say she accepted your reverence. The slight pressure of her foot was neither heavy nor intrusive—just enough to make you feel grounded, connected, and fully present in the moment. 

As the quiet moment lingered, she reached out, her hand gently cupping your face with a softness that seemed to erase all your doubts. She looked at you, her eyes filled with warmth and a silent understanding, before leaning down to press a soft kiss on your forehead. Her closeness filled you with a sense of calm, and you felt yourself relax under her gentle touch.

She moved closer, her hand resting lightly on your shoulder as she brought her lips to yours in a delicate, almost tentative kiss. The touch was gentle, warm, and filled with a kindness that made your heartache. Her lips were soft, and the kiss was unhurried as if she wanted to savor every moment, every shared breath. It wasn’t about passion or intensity; it was about the quiet connection you both shared—a bond that felt comforting, familiar, and deeply rooted.

As she leaned in, the first kiss was soft and slow, but it quickly deepened, as if an unspoken energy had sparked between you both. Her hand slid up to your neck, fingers tracing lightly over your skin as her lips pressed to yours with more intensity. There was a hint of laughter in her eyes, a playful spark that made you feel like she was daring you to follow her lead.

Suddenly, she broke away, her fingers slipping from yours as she backed away with a teasing smile. She took a step backward, her gaze inviting you to follow. And then, with a quiet laugh, she turned and glided into the next room, her steps light and graceful. You didn’t hesitate—you chased after her, catching up just as she leaned back against the doorway, waiting for you with that same mischievous smile.

Your hands found hers, pulling her close as she wrapped her arms around your shoulders. The kiss was bolder this time, filled with an urgency that neither of you had fully realized until now. She pulled back again, just enough to make you chase her once more, her laughter echoing softly as she led you through the house.

In each room, you caught up to her, drawing her close as her fingers tangled in your hair, her lips meeting yours in passionate, lingering kisses that left you breathless. Her touch was tender, but her gaze was filled with a warmth that felt like both an invitation and a challenge.

Room by room, she led you, each time letting you catch her, only to playfully slip away with a smile that kept your pulse racing. Her laughter, her smile, her closeness—all of it filled you with a joy that felt deeper than words. You both moved in harmony, drawn together by the same unspoken connection, until finally, you reached a quiet space where you held each other, both breathless, both smiling, as you shared one last kiss filled with warmth and affection before Seohyun broke the silence.

“What a good boy you are. Seeing how much you were worshipping my feet, maybe I should give you a footjob,” Seohyun suggested. 

“Please Mommy”

“Take off your clothes for me,” Seohyun commanded, her tone unchanged but her voice sounded hypnotizing. 

You do exactly that, in a hurry, ripping pieces of our clothing away from your body. Seohyun admires your body like an artwork. She closes the gap between the both of you but the kiss you were expecting doesn’t come, instead she pushes you onto the bed. 

Seohyun follows you onto the bed. Her back rested against the headboard. “Come to me.” 

Seohyun’s thighs wrapping your body and her feet reach your hardened cock. The cold metal of her toe ring creates a novel sensation on your cock. Her anklet occasionally touches your thighs making a jingling sound. 

“Spit on your cock for me,” Seohyun commands. 

She spreads your spit all over your cock and she begins giving you a footjob. This was your first footjob, you never expected it to feel this good. The sound of her anklet ringing throughout the entire room. 

You were trying your best not to moan so soon. The kisses she was placing on your neck were distracting you from your rising orgasm. Her legs were moving in perfect motion giving you the most amount of pleasure. The sound of her anklet hypnotized you into a trance where pleasure was all you could think about. 

The orgasm that you were trying so hard to stop was now unstoppable, her hips unconsciously thrusting into your mother's feet. Seohyun noticed this and also how much your cock was throbbing. 

When you were almost at your peak, Seohyun pulled her feet away from your cock, leaving you completely devoid of any touch. 

“MOMMYY! I was just about to cum!” You whine, your voice filled with frustration. 

“I know baby but we don’t want this to end so soon now do we?” 

After a few seconds, Seohyun’s feet wrap around your cock again but this time they don’t move. “Mommy, pleaseeee” 

“If you want it so badly then why not fuck my feet then?” Seohyun suggests. Initially, you were a little reluctant because of how embarrassing it was but your lust eventually got the best of you. You began humping your mother's feet slowly. 

The pleasure and pace increase with every thrust. Eventually, the orgasm that had subsided was now within your reach. “Mommy, your feet feel so good. I’m gonna cum soon!” You moan. 

But again you were deprived of your release. “Mommy!” you scream and get out of her embrace.  

“Don’t be so impatient baby, your mommy will let you cum so be a good boy and keep humping my feet,” Seohyun says. 

Though you weren’t particularly happy about it you still enjoyed how good your mother’s feet felt around your cock. You went back to thrusting your cock in between her soft feet. Increasing your pace with every thrust, trying to chase your orgasm again not caring about how your mother would react to your disobedience. 

Seohyun could feel your thrusts getting more erratic, the way you were grunting turned your mother her hand playing with her clothed pussy but you were too preoccupied to notice it. 

The sudden increase in pace from earlier signaled to your soon impending orgasm but you were brought back to reality by a sharp slap, your cheek stinging. Seohyun grabs you by your hair, pulling you close to her. 

“You want to be a naughty boy? Do you know what happens to naughty boys?” 

You nod in reply. 

Seohyun yanks your hair again, “Use your pretty words, or are you so stupid that you can’t give me a proper reply?” 

“They get punished,” you reply. 

“Yes, they get punished. Stay here,” Seohyun says before leaving you alone in the room. 

The suspense was killing you, lying there on your bed completely naked. Not knowing what kind of punishment is awaiting you. The silence is broken by the sound of your mother’s anklet jingling echoing throughout the house. 

Seohyun returns to the room with a Whip in her hand, a small one but it was intimidating you a lot more than you would like to admit. You had never been hit before at least not like this. 

“Turn around, I wanna see that skinny ass of yours,” Seohyun commands. You do exactly as she asks.  

You could feel the coolness of the whip as it slides over your ass, and then you are struck, it wasn’t hard but enough to send a stinging sense of pain. 

“Hngh,” You let out a sound, trying your best not to scream. 

Surprisingly your dick was throbbing, the pain that was supposed to scare you was giving you pleasure. 

Another one but this type on your upper back, much harder than the previous one, you moaned out in pain. She continued to whip you, sometimes lightly, sometimes hard, but you loved every single one, crazing more. 

“Turn around,” and so you do 

Your mother immediately notices the massive boner that you were sporting and also the precum that was leaking from the tip of your penis. 

“Oh my what a naughty little slut you are, you were enjoying all this whipping?” Seohyun asks but you are too shy to reply. 

“I can’t believe that I’ve got a painslut on my hands,” Seohyun coos you as she leans in to kiss you. Both your bodies were covered with sweat, Seohyun’s body sliding against yours as she leaned into the kiss and onto your body. 

“My ideal man, you are the perfect man for me, your skinny body, your love for pain, and your fat cock, it’s meant for me and only me,” Seohyun whispers after cupping your face.

“Fuck, I can’t wait anymore,” Soehyun says before aligning herself on your cock and slowly sinking into it. 

“THIS IS IT! This is the best fucking feeling ever. Your fat cock stretched my pussy so fucking good baby boy” Seohyun moans as her ass sits flat on your pelvis with your cock buried deep inside her tight pussy. 

Her pussy was just as you remember it, the closest thing to perfection. It was gripping onto your cock with the perfect amount of pressure. Seohyun’s sweat drips onto your face as she adjusts to your length. The room was too hot for the both of you but you couldn’t care more about the heat outside because the heat inside of you was burning you up and you needed your mother to feel just how much you loved her. 

“Mommy, please can you start moving, I don’t know how much longer I can stay like this,” You beg, Seohyun obliges your request and begins to slowly move her hips.

“Fuck!” You moan.

“Yes, this is it! Don’t you dare fucking cum this time without my permission,” Seohyun said as her ass bounced on your cock. The sound of wet bodies colliding with each other and her jewelry bouncing echoed throughout the room.

Seohyun’s tits bouncing right in front of you, mesmerizing. You grab onto them, and your hands sink into them, soft as feathery pillows. Using one of your hands you pinch one of her nipples that were as hard as rocks. With just one twist, your mother’s pussy tightened around you catching you off guard and almost making you cum. 

“You like that mommy? When I play with your sensitive nipples?” Seohyun yelps with increased pleasure. 

“I wonder if is squeeze hard enough, will milk come out Mommy?” you ask and pinch harder. 

“Hngh fuck! Mommy loves it baby keep going. Fuck a baby into me and I will give you all the milk you need my pretty boy,” Seohyun replies, the pleasure slowly getting to her.

Her grinding slows down, you take this as a chance to start thrusting into her. She was shocked by your sudden movements but she loved it, her moans grew louder almost sounding like screams. 

“Yes, that’s it! I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” your mother screamed one last time before cumming and squirting all over your body. Her back bending in pure bliss, incoherent words spilling out of her mouth. Some of her squirt got into your mouth but you relished the sweetness of her juices.

Your cock was resting and throbbing on your abdomen as Seohyun recovered from the mind-shattering orgasm that she just had. Your breathing still labored from the intense pounding you just gave your mother.

“That was the best orgasm that I’ve ever had baby boy. Now it’s your turn, I can see your cock throbbing and begging for a release,” Seohyun says as she gets off you. 

“Now come and fuck your mommy till you cum deep inside her pussy and breed her,” Seohyun commands. 

Taking up her invitation. This was the first time that you were on top and had any sort of control in the bedroom with your mother. You lined yourself up and rubbed the entrance of her pussy and slapped your cock on her her clit occasionally. 

“I’m putting it in Mommy,” You warn her, slowly pushing into her. 

“You don’t have to be so gentle baby, Go ahead and fuck me like I am nothing but a fleshlight! Use your mommy and dump your cum into my fertile baby-making womb,” Seohyun moans.

You bottom out into her and start pounding without waiting for another second. The warmth and tightness brought back the orgasm that had subsided earlier. You were pounding hard and fast. Seohyun’s tits bouncing with every thrust. 

The bouncing tits were enticing you to grab them but all of a sudden something came over your mind and you give her boobs a hard slap causing a stinging sensation for Seohyun. 

“Yes just like that use me however you want! This body is your baby!” Your mother screamed loving the stinging sensation. 

You continue to give her boobs a few more hard slaps, her white pale skin was now bright red, and Seohyun’s eyes rolled to the back of her head with the immense pleasure she was feeling. Her mouth was open and spit drooling out without any control. 

It was only a matter of a few more seconds before you could no longer hold back and from the looks of it your mother was also closing in on another orgasm. Your thrusts grew more erratic.

“Fuck I’m cumming!” You scream. 

Seohyun can feel you pulling out and she can’t have that, she wraps her legs around your body caging you and keeping your cock buried deep inside her pussy. “Don’t you dare even think of trying to pull out? I need your hot cum filling up my tight pussy.” 

“THIS IS IT! FUCKK! Your cum is so fucking hot, it’s like my inside is being burned!” 

You were out of it, the pleasure from the orgasm was beyond what you had ever felt, it was destroying your brain, completely destroying your ability to form any thoughts or sentences. The only sound in the room was your grunts as you shot your last few spurts of cum. 

It took you a good few minutes before you were finally able to comprehend what you had just done and how perfect this moment was. 

“How are you feeling baby?” Your mother asked as she felt you slowly trying to pull out. 

“That was perfect mommy! But is it really okay for me to be cumming inside you like this? What if you get pregnant?” You question 

“That’s exactly what I want. I want to carry your baby” Seohyun says.  

The words that had just come out of your mother’s mouth were beyond shocking, it wasn’t something you had ever expected to hear. It took you a few seconds to process what you had just heard. 

“But what about father, what about everyone else no one will accept this!” You screamed, panic setting in. 

“It’s okay baby, We can run away from all this to a far-away country where no one knows the both of us. We can get married and enjoy the life we want.” Seohyun says. This is what you wanted but you needed to be realistic about it because starting a completely new life would be extremely hard. 

“It’s too difficult, I don’t even have enough money to support us for a month.” You retort. 

“Money is not of concern, baby. I’ve been making arrangements for a while now. I have more than enough to last us through the rest of our lives,” 

“How? I thought Dad paid for everything.” You questioned. 

“That’s a story for another time. Tell me, don’t you want to marry your mother and run away from this mess.”  

“I do, I want that so badly but I’m scared. I don’t know what will happen and I don’t want you to get hurt,” You reply 

“Don’t worry baby, we can figure it all out. I know that you would never hurt me intentionally,” Seohyun replies. 

The sweetness in her words flicked a switch in your mind. You knew you wanted this but those words gave you the push you so desperately needed. 

You kiss her, it is an innocent kiss filled with love and passion. Both your tongues dancing in each other’s mouths. Something about this kiss felt perfect. 

If it wasn’t for the need to breathe the kiss would have gone on for much longer, you pull away from your mother, your forehead still on hers, lips mere centimeters away from each other. 

“I’m going to take that as a yes,” Seohyun says and all you can do is nod, not finding the right words to express your love and gratitude. 

After laying together for a few seconds, you get up to admire your mother’s perfect body, from her perfect chubby face to her firm tits, to her perfectly sculpted stomach, and then to her pussy which had your cum leaking. 

The sight of your cum leaking from her pussy turned you on again and within no time you were hard again. Seohyun notices this. “Oh my, being young truly is an amazing gift. You aren’t satisfied even after all the things we just did” 

“Sorry, Mommy I will take care of it,” You reply but are pulled back into bed by your mother. 

“You will do no such thing. As long as I am here, the only one who gets to milk a load of cum from you is me, and only me. So come here and fuck your mother again but this time I want to do it in the washroom while we shower.”

Taking her up on the invitation you pick her up from the bed, her legs wrapped around your body, face to face with you. You line yourself up with her pussy and slide it in, there was almost no resistance given how wet and cum filled it was. 

You start thrusting up slowly, her moans filling up the room. While still thrusting, you slowly walk toward the washroom. 

The both of you were still sensitive from the last time, so you knew you wouldn’t last much longer.

Seohyun turns the shower on with one of the hands that was wrapped around your neck. The hot water hits your back, your thrusts increase in pace. Seohyun’s body is now pressed in between the wall and your body. 

Your mother’s pussy was tightening around you, her nails digging into the back of your neck, and the hot water causing a stinging pain. 

“I can’t hold on much longer baby, please let’s cum together, I need you to fill up your mother's tight pussy again! I beg you!” Seohyun scream. 

Your thrusts growing more erratic and harsh, not caring about anything or than your orgasm. Seohyun ends up cumming a little earlier than you and a few seconds after her you follow, flooding her pussy full of all the cum that you have left. 

“FUCK!” You grunt as your cum floods Seohyun’s pussy. 

The both of you don’t move, the scene in front of you is something that you would love to see every day. Seohyun’s face drained and your cock was the cause of that. 

Mesmerized by her beauty you place kisses all over her chubby perfect face. Seohyun loved those little kisses. Just as you are about to pull out, Seohyun stops you.

“Leave it in there baby, I don’t want a single drop of your cum to go to waste,” Seohyun says. 

******

It’s been three years since your mind-blowing sex in the washroom. The both of you had now moved to a remote estate in Poland, a place where no one recognized your mother or you. 

It was no longer just the two of you, Soehyun had given birth to your baby boy 2 years ago and she was now pregnant again with your child. It was initially difficult for you to adjust to but you had gotten used to it. You were now working in a small company, under an alias. 

Life was perfect like this. Every evening when you came back home you were greeted by your perfect wife/mother. After dinner, you guys still had the same amount of passion in the bedroom, and sex was still as hot and exciting as ever, sometimes you both went overboard with all the sex but it was fine. This is the life you had imagined and loved.   

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The First Night With The Duke ~ Ep 5

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SNSD Village Season 1 Episode 3: Sunshine and Heat (Part 2)

(Jessica X Winter X Yoona X Kazuha X Male Reader) Wordcount: 38427 words

You blink hard and turn away, forcing your eyes on the ball at your feet. One more drill. One more goal. One more chance to bury this heat in the back of your mind where no one else can see it. Because if you keep letting her get to you like this, especially during actual games…you won’t survive the season.

Practice winds down as the sun begins to set, warm light softening across the grass.

Coach Yoon gives the final call.

“That’s it! Good work today! Hydrate, stretch, and get out of here!”

You drop onto the bench near your bag, trying to catch your breath. You unscrew the cap of your water bottle and take a long drink, letting the cold hit your chest. Across the field, the cheerleaders are dispersing too. A few are already pulling on warm-ups, tying sweatshirts around their waists and laughing as they untangle their mats.

But your eyes drift again. Kazuha stands just past the sidelines, water bottle in hand. But she’s not drinking it. She tilts her head back slightly, lips parted, and pours a slow stream over her collarbone. A soft sigh escapes her as the water slides down her neck, across her chest, darkening her cheer top as it clings tighter to her skin. The light catches the trail as it slips down her stomach, pooling in the shallow dip of her navel before disappearing beneath the hem of her skirt.

You don’t breathe. Your eyes follow every drop, helplessly. She doesn’t look at you this time. Not even a glance. And that somehow makes it worse. You’re not even sure she’s performing anymore. Maybe she’s just hot. Maybe she just wanted the cool relief of water on her skin. You drag your eyes away, finishing your drink with a few bitter gulps. Your shirt clings to your back. Your skin’s sticky with sweat, and your mind is chaos.

You need a shower.

The locker room is almost empty by the time you make it in. You peel off your jersey, rinse under the spray for what feels like forever, and let the water clear your head. Or at least you try to. The sound of water on the tiles in the almost empty room and the lowered voices of your teammates in the background. It’s the first time all day you've been completely alone. And even here, you can’t turn your brain off for even a second.Jessica from this morning seems so far away. Even Minjeong feels distant. The only thing you’re hearing right now is Kazuha’s voice.

“Be a good little pervert.”

You rest your forehead against the cool tile. You’re not proud of how badly your body reacted to that.

By the time you finish, the locker room is silent. You towel off slowly, pulling on your shirt and jeans, hair still damp. Everyone else is already gone. You sling your bag over your shoulder and push through the door back into the open hallway.

And freeze.

She’s there. Leaning casually against the wall just past the locker room exit, phone in hand, one foot crossed over the other like she’s been standing there forever. But it’s her outfit that really hits you. You thought nothing would shock you now after her tight leggings and her cheer outfit. But here she is.Tight jeans that hug her hips perfectly, cut just high enough to leave a small gap between denim and skin. Her top is a soft, white knit, one-shouldered, clinging to her form, giving her some sense of grace. The exposed shoulder, the subtle line of her collarbone, the glint of her navel, it all hits at once. She looks up at you slowly.

“Hey.”

Simple. Like you haven’t spent the past two hours trying to forget the way her body moved in front of you.

You glance at the empty hallway, then back at her.

“You’re… waiting for someone?”

“Maybe.”

You swallow.

“For me?”

She gives a soft shrug, her lips twitching at the corners.

“Maybe.”

Your heart picks up, not with panic this time, but curiosity.

“Why?”

Kazuha straightens slightly, slipping her phone into her back pocket. Her gaze sweeps over you.

“Maybe I wanted to see if you’d look at me again… even when I wasn’t trying.”

You look down.

Too late to pretend you weren’t already doing just that. Tracing the exposed skin between her top and jeans with your eyes. The line of her waist. Her exposed shoulder. Her navel…

You stand there for a moment, not quite sure what to say. Kazuha steps away from the wall, closing the small space between you with calm, casual confidence.

“So?”

She says, voice quiet but unmistakably pointed.

“Did you like what you saw?”

You meet her eyes. They’re expectant. A little daring.

And this time, you don’t lie.

“…Yeah.”

Her lips curl upward in a soft, satisfied smile.

“I know.”

Then, with a tilt of her head, she says something that leaves you bewildered.

“Take your shirt off.”

You blink.

“What?”

“You got to look at me all practice.”

She replies, stepping in just slightly closer.

“You stared, undressed me with your eyes. And I didn’t stop you.”

You open your mouth, but she cuts you off.

“Now it’s my turn.”

Her voice is light, playful, but her gaze doesn’t waver. She means it.

Your heart pounds. For a second, you hesitate. The hallway’s quiet. Empty. But still… it’s not something you’d expect her to ask. She just waits, watching you like she’s expecting you to say no. And so, slowly, you set your bag down, fingers reaching for the hem of your shirt. You pull it over your head, breath held just a little tighter in your chest than you’d like to admit. Kazuha's eyes flick down immediately. She's not shy about it. Her gaze is trailing from your collarbone down to your chest, over the faint shadows of water still drying along your skin. Her expression shifts subtly, pleased. Almost like she expected this, but seeing it is still better than imagining.

“Flex.”

She murmurs.

You huff a small laugh, embarrassed.

“Seriously?”

She raises one brow.

“You made me stretch for you.”

You exhale and give her what she wants. A light flex, tightening your stomach. It’s not bodybuilder defined, but you’ve got a little shape. Just enough for your muscles to show through the skin on your stomach. Kazuha steps in closer, her hand lifting without hesitation. She drags her fingers over your abdomen, slow and curious. A barely-there touch that leaves a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

“You’re warm.”

She stares at your abs. Her fingers drift lower, brushing over your stomach, down toward the waistband of your pants. They hover there, just at the edge, just enough to make your breath catch. And then, just as your heartbeat stutters into something messier, she pulls away. You swallow, trying to collect your thoughts, but she’s already speaking again.

“Did you like what I wore to the party?”

She asks casually, like she’s asking about the weather. Your brain takes a second to catch up. The party. Last weekend. The simple olive green crop top. The gray-green shorts that barely covered her ass.

“…Yeah. A lot.”

Kazuha smiles.

“Then here’s the deal.” 

She walks toward the doors as she talks.

“If you can keep your eyes off my body for the next two days… I’ll have a surprise for you.”

You walk after her, excitement rising in your chest.

“I hope you can manage.” 

She winks and walks away, hips swaying subtly beneath her tight jeans, leaving you standing there shirtless, stunned, and counting the impossible seconds between now… and two days from now.

You don’t move for a long time. The hallway is quiet again, the echo of Kazuha’s steps already faded, but you swear you can still feel her presence in the air. You bend down to pick up your shirt, tug it back over your head, but it clings to your skin, still damp from the shower. You adjust your bag on your shoulder and finally start walking. The school feels hollow now. You don’t run into anyone on your way out, and that somehow makes things worse. No one to talk to, no one to pull you out of this weird trance you are in. Gym class and training felt like a dream to you. Your mind replays Kazuha’s words again and again.

“Keep your eyes off my body for the next two days…”

Like it’s a game. Like she’s testing you. Like she knows exactly what she’s doing to you and she knows you can’t resist.

By the time you reach home, the sun’s gone. The house is quiet. You drop your bag near the door, your shoes somewhere beside it, and move through the familiar routine on autopilot. Kitchen, water, stairs, desk.

Homework.

You try to sit down. You really do. The open textbook on tectonic plates stares up at you like it wants to mock you. You scribble your name at the top of a worksheet, then just… stop. It’s no use. Yeji’s face flickers behind your eyes.

She didn’t come to school again. Minju’s voice plays in your memory.

“Why do you care?”.

And you still don’t have an answer. You can’t tell her the truth. But you are feeling so bad, you want to open up to someone. Maybe even admit to Yeji that it was you in the video.

Your gaze drops to your hands. You ball them into fists, resting them on your thighs, and you feel the tension like it’s a weight pressing against your chest. It’s all too much. You can’t sit here. You need to move. The gym’s not far. A short walk. You don’t bother changing clothes. You grab a towel, your earbuds, and your phone. No real plan. Just moving. Maybe if your muscles are sore enough, your thoughts will finally shut up.

The gym is nearly empty when you arrive. The familiar clank of metal and hum of overhead lights greet you like a dull comfort. You check in at the front without saying a word, nodding to the guy at the desk, then slip your earbuds in and head straight for the free weights. You don’t have a plan or routine in mind. You just pick up something heavy and start moving.

Chest press. Deadlifts. Rows. Curls. And repeat.

You don’t count reps. You don’t track time. You just go with the flow, staring straight ahead. You don’t want to think. And the more your muscles hurt and ache, the easier it is to focus on exactly that.

Sweat builds fast on your skin, dripping down your back, soaking your shirt. Your arms start to tremble, your grip slips once, and you catch the bar just in time to avoid dropping it. That’s the first time you pause, breathing heavy, chest tight. You squeeze your eyes shut, lean forward on your knees, and try to reset.

Then, out of the corner of your eye you see movement. The only two people that were here when you came in already left. You glance toward the entrance, wiping sweat from your face with the edge of your shirt.

Ms. Im just walked in.

She doesn’t see you it seems. And just heads straight for the room where you were alone with her last time. Her dark hair is tied up high, a few strands falling loose around her face. But it’s her outfit that catches you off guard. You’ve seen her dressed up before, of course. Stylish, classy, whether it’s in person or on the screen of your TV. And yet she still still looks gorgeous in such a simple fit. The beige crop top that shows off her toned stomach almost seems a size too small. The tight fabric exposing the gentle dip of her waist and the curve of her lower back. The leggings cling perfectly to her legs, every step accentuating the flex and flow of her thighs. Her ass, wrapped in white, moves like it knows you’re watching. Even though you’re sitting behind a rack of dumbbells, half-shadowed, your eyes don’t leave her.

You swallow hard, suddenly aware of your own posture and the mess in your head. Something about seeing her here calms you down a little. Ms. Im has always cared for you when you were younger. Her presence eases your thoughts just slightly.

The door to the room swings shut behind her.

And you're left sitting on the bench, alone.

Now your thoughts about Yeji and Kazuha are almost gone. Replaced by your memory of Ms. Im’s lips around your length. You exhale slowly, trying to push the image out of your mind. But it’s too late. Her lips, her eyes, the quiet way she’d told you not to overthink it, how lovingly she took care of you. To her it didn't seem like a big deal. Just a one time thing to make you feel better. 

You pick the weights back up. Your arms ache almost immediately, but the pain is helping you forget about her again. You lean into it, letting your breath sync with each movement. Push, pull, repeat. But eventually the thoughts creep in again. Kazuha’s voice, Minjeong’s confession, Yeji’s silence. But you do your best to shake them off.

Soon, you feel some sort of hope. Maybe, if you're lucky, Ms. Im is going to ask again. Maybe she can make you forget about anything else. Just her mouth, her tongue…

You shake your head, there's no use for this kind of thinking. Just treat it as a one time thing. Maybe it's better like that. Last time shouldn't even have happened to begin with anyway. You feel ridiculous even thinking about it. But still, you glance toward the hallway every so often, pretending to check your form in the mirror, pretending you're not counting how long she’s been in that room. Five minutes. Then ten. You start another set. The metal bar feels heavier now, slick in your grip.

You wipe your hands on your towel and take a drink from your water bottle. The gym’s still quiet. No new footsteps. No music. Just your tired breath. 

Then…The door opens.

You look up, and there she is.

Ms. Im steps out of the room, her hair slightly messier than before. Her skin glows with a soft sheen of sweat. Her top clings tighter now, damp at the lower hem, revealing a hint of her abs beneath the fabric. She wipes her face with a small white towel, eyes scanning the gym casually.

Then she spots you. A smile pulls at her lips. She doesn't really look surprised as if she almost expected you to be working out again. Or maybe she did see you as she was passing by?

Your heart skips a beat when she walks towards you, her smile warm, familiar. Like the version of her from years ago, when you were just a kid hanging around Minju’s house after school. But different now. Something in her gaze lingers a second longer than it should. You straighten automatically, setting the weights down with a quiet thud and grabbing your towel again, trying not to stare as her hips sway slightly with every step. Her white leggings have a faint, darker trace at the thighs now, sweat, subtle but visible, and the curve of her ass still presses perfectly against the fabric.

She stops in front of you, her towel draped loosely around her neck now. You try to keep your expression neutral.

“Hey, I didn’t expect to see you here again.”

Her voice sounds a little breathless but cheerful. 

You manage a small smile.

“Needed to clear my head.”

She nods slowly, watching your face.

“Rough day?”

You give a vague shrug. You can't really tell her the truth.

“Just school.”

Ms. Im tilts her head, still smiling.

“I know what you mean. It’s always good to see you taking care of yourself though.”

There’s a beat of silence. You look into her eyes. Then, like last time, she glances down at the weights beside you and lightly taps her fingers against her hip.

“Think you could give me a hand with something again?”

Her voice is soft. Almost teasing.

Your heart skips. You nod before your brain catches up.

“Yeah. Of course.”

She turns and starts walking back toward the room, and for just a second, you catch her glancing back over her shoulder.

You follow her down the hallway, heart thudding in time with your footsteps. She pushes the door open ahead of you, and you step inside just behind her. The room is quiet, the lights dimmer than the main gym. Just a few soft overheads casting a warm glow onto the hardwood floor. The mirrors on one wall reflect both of you back at yourselves.

Mrs. Im moves to the center of the room, casually drops her towel onto a nearby bench, and starts stretching. Arms overhead, back arching lightly, her body twisting side to side, her hips moving back and forth. You try not to stare, but you fail again.

“You remember I told you about that drama role?” 

She isn't looking at you as she pulls up her leggings a little at the waistband. A shaky breath escapes your lips at the sigh of her cheeks getting pushed upwards by the tight fabric. 

You finally nod. 

“The one where you play the dance teacher.”

“Mm-hmm.”

She straightens up and steps closer to the center of the mirror, adjusting her hair.

“They’ve given me a new scene. A bit more… physically demanding.”

Her tone is casual, but her eyes flick to yours in the reflection.

“There’s this one move the choreographer wants me to try. I didn’t quite get it the first time.”

You stay quiet, waiting, trying to look calm, but in your head you imagine all kinds of poses and stances. 

She turns to face you, resting her hands on her hips.

“I could use a spot. Someone to hold me steady if I lose balance.”

She pauses for just a second as if she already knows there's no way in hell you'd say no. 

 “Would you mind?”

You shake your head. 

“No. I mean, yeah. Of course.”

She smiles again, grateful, but faintly amused. She walks over to the Bluetooth speaker in the corner, taps her phone, and a slow, sensual beat starts to play. Something soft and rhythmic, designed for control and grace more than speed.

Then she positions herself in the center of the room again.

“It’s a lift-and-drop sequence.”

She says, giving you a quick glance.

“But I don’t need you to lift me. Just hold my waist when I lean back. The trick is staying aligned.”

You nod slowly. She walks through the first few steps. Turn, slide, twist, a small hop. Her hips are rolling as she crosses the floor. It’s graceful. Controlled. And incredibly distracting.

When she gets to the part she mentioned, she slows down.

“Alright. Here’s the part I need help with.”

She steps forward, body angled sideways to yours. 

“I’m going to spin, then drop my weight into a backbend. You’ll catch me here-”

Ms. Im takes your hands and places them firmly on either side of her waist.

“-so I don’t fall too far.”

Your fingers settle against her naked skin, just barely above the curve of her hips, her top riding up from the movement. You nod, trying to ignore the warmth of her body beneath your palms.

She holds your gaze for a second longer and you see her eyes sparkle. She's really enjoying this. Learning these dance moves. Slipping into a role. Another person's life.

The music rises a bit, and she begins the sequence again. And then the spin and suddenly she’s leaning back, weight dropping into your hands. You catch her easily. Her torso bends gracefully, her head tilting back, dark hair brushing the small of her back. Her breath comes in a light exhale, her body perfectly balanced against yours. For a moment, she stays there, back arched, your hands steady on her bare waist. The two of you don't speak, until she breaks the silence. 

“You’re good at this.”

You smile, just a little.

“You make it look easy.”

Her head turns slightly, her cheek brushing your shoulder as she straightens. She doesn’t pull away from your hands. If anything, her fingers gently land on your forearms, steadying herself, but also not letting go.

“You have a good grip.”

She says quietly, eyes meeting yours.

“I’ve been working out.”

You say, voice dry.

Ms. Im smiles.

“I noticed.”

The silence between you stretches again. It doesn't feel awkward, but oddly intimate. You didn't expect her to stay this close to you for this long. Another spark of hope rises in your chest. 

Finally, she tilts her head.

“There’s one more variation. A bit more advanced.”

She steps away, adjusting her top where it rode up past her navel. You watch the way her leggings cling to every movement. She glances at you from over her shoulder.

“You still okay to help me?”

Your voice is lower than you expect.

“Yeah. Anything you need.”

She holds your gaze for a moment longer, then she nods once and turns back to the mirror. She steps back into place, the music still playing in the background. 

“This version has a forward lean.”

She explains softly.

“I fall toward you instead of away. The choreography calls for trust.”

Her eyes meet yours again, amusement tugging in the corners of her lips. 

“So don’t let me fall, okay?”

You nod, your mouth suddenly dry.

“I won’t.”

She smiles, then steps into motion. Slower this time. Her arms float out, hips swaying with each step as she approaches you in a controlled twirl. Then she lifts one leg, bends forward and falls against you.

Your hands move instinctively, one to her back, the other to her hip. Her weight presses into you, but it’s not heavy at all. Her chest brushes yours, and her breath ghosts across your collarbone for the briefest moment as she holds the position. You feel her abdomen tense under your palm, her balance entirely dependent on your support. She stays there for a second longer,holding her position. Her eyes close. Her hand rests against your chest, not for the move, but maybe just to feel you.

Ms. Im steps away, smoothing her hair and letting out a quiet breath.

“That was better.”

She says, voice soft but pleased.

“Thank you.”

You nod, trying to mask your disappointment that it’s already over.

“No problem.”

She picks up her towel from the bench, wipes the back of her neck, and grabs her phone.

“I think I’ll call it a night. My legs are toast.”

She laughs and you give her a smile. But your gaze flicks to her thighs automatically. Then away just as fast. You feel your stomach sink a little. It’s stupid. You knew this wasn’t going anywhere. She asked for help. That’s all. Still, your shoulders fall slightly, the tension that built up since you stepped into the room slowly fading. It makes room for disappointment and imagination of what could've happened. 

“Okay.”

Ms. Im doesn’t seem to miss your shift in expression. Her eyes soften for a second, but she doesn’t call it out.

Neither of you bother changing or showering. It’s late. You both live close. She grabs her bag from the corner, and you follow her through the hallway, past the empty machines and the dressing rooms, out through the glass doors into the warm night air. The parking lot is mostly empty now, just a few scattered cars under soft streetlights. You instinctively turn toward the sidewalk, ready to walk home, but stop when you see her veer toward one of the parked vehicles.

You blink.

“You drove?”

She turns at the sound of your voice, already halfway to her car.

“Yeah.”

She says casually, unlocking it with a soft beep.

“I had a script reading earlier across town. Thought I’d stop by here before heading home.”

You raise an eyebrow.

“Spontaneously?”

She shrugs, smiling as she leans against the car door.

“I’ve got a lot to learn for this role. The dance scenes are demanding. And…I don’t know. I guess I just wanted to move a little. Clear my head.”

Your eyes meet. She holds your gaze for a second. Then glances away, brushing a damp strand of hair behind her ear.

“I’ll see you around.”

She puts her bag in the trunk.

When she walks past you she notices your disappointment. Ms Im turns to you, one hand on her waist. An amused but warm smile plays on her lips. Her voice lowers a little when she speaks.

“If you want another one, just ask, honey.”

Your heart skips and your eyes widen. You must’ve heard wrong. Or maybe she is talking about something different? Something completely normal?

“What?”

She watches you patiently, like she’s giving you time to catch up.

“I said…”

Her tone is gentle and calm.

“if you want another blowjob…just ask.”

The words hang there in the still night air. Your thoughts stall. You look at her like you’re not sure if you heard her right, still in disbelief. 

Your mouth opens, then closes. No words come out.

But Ms. Im just smiles reassuringly.

“It’s okay. I don’t mind.”

She pushes off the car slowly and takes a step toward you. She’s not rushing or trying to seduce you. She’s just calm.

“You don’t have to be shy around me.”

Ms. Im brushes some hair out of her face.

“Not after last time. I just wanted to take care of you. I still do.”

You stare at her, your thoughts caught somewhere between disbelief and the raw need you’ve been trying to suppress for hours. Kazuha’s antics throughout the second half of your day have left you with unfulfilled desire.

“All you have to do is ask.”

Your words catch in your throat. And you’re a stuttering mess.

“I…I mean, if you…want to…”

Your voice is low and uneven.

Ms. Im smiles. Almost the same smile from when you were little and she offered you sweets. Just slightly different.

“I’ll take that as a yes, honey.”

Before you can react, she reaches out and takes your hand in hers. Her fingers feel warm around yours. Without hesitation she steps to the rear door and opens it.

“Go on. Make yourself comfortable.”

Your legs move before your brain catches up. You duck your head slightly as you ease into the backseat. The scent of her perfume fills the car. You sit down, trying to steady your breathing, but your heart is still racing. The door shuts behind you with a soft click. Then it’s quiet. You watch her silhouette through the tinted windows as she walks slowly around the car, her white leggings catching the parking lot lights. She isn’t in a hurry as if this is normal to her.

The opposite of how you feel.

Your fingers fidget in your lap when the other door opens and Ms. Im slips inside, smooth and graceful. The car suddenly feels way smaller than before. She looks at you for a moment, just waiting for you to be ready. Then, without a word, her hand reaches out. It lands on your thigh, softly.

Your whole body tenses at the contact. She keeps her hand still, just gently squeezing your thigh reassuringly. You look at her and her smile makes you realize you don’t have to do anything. Just enjoy this. She knows what you need.

Ms. Im’s fingers move again, now drawing small circles that make your skin tighten beneath the fabric of your gym shorts. Your breath catches as she leans in a little closer, her eyes never leaving yours.

“It’s alright. You don’t need to do anything. Just sit back.”

You barely manage a nod, your excitement only rising.

Her hand slides upward, dragging across your thigh until her fingers brush the waistband of your shorts. Still watching your face, she leans in and places a soft kiss at the corner of your jaw. This moment seems way lighter than last time. As if it was just a quick fix, while this is her, reminding you of how gentle she can be.

“Move the seat forward, sweetie.”

For a moment you’re confused, your mind in some sort of fuzzy state. But then you understand what she means. You reach forward and with a light humm, the driver’s seat moves a little further to the front, creating more space. Ms. Im then sinks to her knees between your legs, now that there’s enough room for her. Her hands settle on your hips and she looks up at you with a mixture of lust and softness.

“Lift up for me, sweetheart.”

You do as you’re told, barely even thinking, as she pulls your shorts and boxers down in one smooth motion. The cool air hits your cock, but then her warm hand replaces it instantly as she wraps it around you. You inhale sharply as she doesn’t say anything else and just lowers her head and takes you into her mouth. No teasing. Just her lips and her tongue and the combination of warmth and soft pressure.

You lean your head back against the seat, eyes falling shut. Her pace is unhurried and patient. She isn’t trying to impress you or anything, she’s just focusing on making you feel good. Her hand strokes what her mouth can’t reach. The rhythm matches perfectly, sending quick waves of pleasure rolling through you. You glance down, and the sight of her, on her knees, her cheeks slightly hollowed, hair occasionally brushing your thighs has you twitching inside her mouth. It’s almost too much.

“You don’t have to be nervous.”

Her mouth missing from your cock probably just stopped you from cumming early. You hope she didn’t notice how close you already were.

“Relax, enjoy yourself and have a good time.”

With the hand that is not holding onto your cock she caresses your thigh lovingly.

“Yoona is taking care of you.”

You forget to breathe for a second as you hear her name. It makes it feel so much more real. So much more intimate. 

Her tongue swirls around your tip and she continues to suck you off. But now her lips glide down further as if she’s trying to take more and more of you. Her hand comes to a hold at your base as her lips touch her fingers. The head of your cock seems to hit something a little harder in her mouth. You feel it give in a little, but then Ms. Im pulls back again.

“You’ve been tense all day, haven’t you?”

You want to tell her the truth. How much Kazuha basically teased you the entire second half of the day, but you just nod.

“Oh, baby.”

Ms. Im looks at you with sympathy in her eyes.

“Let me make you feel real good and you will forget all about it.”

Her hand is stroking you again as she talks.

“Poor thing.”

She sighs, before lowering her head towards your cock once more.

By now it’s glistening with her spit in the dim rays of the parking lot light outside. She gives your length kisses everywhere from top to bottom and then back up again. Occasionally her lips linger on a spot for a second longer than on others. She removes her hand from your base to just hold your cock at the tip. You never had anyone do this to you before. This gentle kissing, almost like she’s worshipping your cock. The idea alone makes you melt into the backseat.

“That’s it.”

She pauses briefly and her soft voice fills the car again.

“Good boy.”

Then it’s replaced once more by the sound of her lips kissing your cock again and again.

Eventually Ms. Im begins to focus on your tip more. Your length is so hard by now she doesn’t even need to hold it up anymore. She just teases you now, an amused smile playing around her lips when she feels you twitch.

“So sensitive already…”

The prospect of possibly making you cum for a second time within two weeks has her change her approach. She works your cock like before again, one hand idly jerking your base, while her entire mouth wraps around your length. You feel her tongue reaching everywhere as it dances around your dick. She applies more pressure with her hand, making you sigh and scoot a little toward her. 

Ms. Im lifts her head, probably to say something again. But her mouth feels so good. You instinctively reach for her hair and push her head back down. A surprised tone escapes her lips, which is muffled by your cock filling her mouth. An appreciative, almost mischievous hum goes from her throat to your cock and into your entire body. Your tight grip on her hair pulls her a little forward. 

“Ms. Im…”

You sigh with a shaky breath, closing your eyes. You're getting closer as she continues to work your length. Her free hand is gently caressing your thigh, her nails dragging small patterns along your skin. 

Suddenly, you hear footsteps approaching. Your breath catches in your throat. Is someone coming? You instinctively let go of Ms. Im's hair and she slowly lifts her head off your cock. Her hand stays wrapped around your base though. 

Looking outside, you see someone walking from the gym over the parking lot. Right toward the car. Your pulse quickens with every step that person is taking. Did you get caught? Did someone see you and Ms. Im go into the backseat of her car? What if that's Minju? Fear makes you shudder, but soon you realize that the person is too tall for Minju. 

You still can't make out who it is in the dark, but you feel Ms. Im's hand moving again. You bite your lip, afraid to make a sound. The person is coming closer. 

“Ms. Im.”

You try to warn her, or tell her to stop, you're not sure which exactly. But her lips part for your tip once more. As the silhouette approaches, you feel her mouth warming your cock again. She seems completely unfazed by a stranger possibly catching the two of you. 

Then, you let out a shaky breath of relief when you see the person walk towards their own car. Your heartbeat slows as the sounds of Ms. Im taking your cock grow louder again. Almost as if she's trying to get caught. The wet noise only makes you harder and your fingers find themselves in her hair once more. Another appreciative moan. 

Soon, Ms. Im's blowjob pushes you toward the edge. By now you've completely forgotten all about Yeji and Kazuha. Who needs to look at a cheerleader's tight body if you can have your friend's hot mom's mouth around your cock? Her hand continues to stroke the part of your cock her lips don't reach, while the other one lazily explores your body. 

“I-I'm close.”

You sigh after taking a deep breath. 

“Mm-hmm.”

You let go of her hair. Ms. Im removes her mouth from your dick, her hand still stroking you. 

“That's great, honey. Just let go.”

She encourages you before giving your tip another kiss. 

“Just treat my mouth as a place to store your cum in.”

You almost finish at her words, but you manage to hold on for just a moment longer. Ms. Im wraps her lips around the head of your cock once more. 

A few seconds later, you let out a deep groan. Your hips shift forward, further into her mouth. You erupt inside of her and she moans with satisfaction. Her tongue teases the underside of your length as she seems to try to coax even more of your cum out of you. The insides of her mouth must be painted white by now, but she takes her sweet time sucking and cleaning your length, before she finally releases your tip with a pop. 

With a mischievous sparkle in her eyes, Ms. Im opens her mouth, showing off your cum. She uses her tongue to swirl it around a little. You're aware that her hand is still resting around your cock. 

“Look at all that tasty cum.”

Her words alone begin to make you hard again. You watch with wide eyes as she closes her mouth again, eyes locked into yours, and then you see her throat bulge as she audibly swallows all of it with a bug gulp. 

“Ah.”

She sounds like she just drunk something refreshing and delicious at a bar. With a smile on her face, she opens her mouth again. Empty. 

“I don't know what you're doing to taste this good, but it's working. And it's not just your tasty cum…”

Ms. Im leans forward again before you can react. She gives your soft cock a long lick from the base to the tip. 

“Your cock tastes good too…”

She places a kiss on your abdomen. 

“Your entire body is just a whole meal.”

Then she kisses lower. Along the edge of your hip. Down to the crease of your thigh. Her mouth moves slowly, savoring the taste of your skin, the salt of your sweat. Her tongue flicks out to trace a line across the sensitive spot where your thigh meets your groin, and your entire body flinches at the sudden jolt of overstimulation.

She moans softly against your skin.

“Mmh…God, you taste so good.”

The sound of her voice like this - raw, primal, hungry - sends another wave of heat through your spine, even as your body still reels from the release.

Her hands rest gently on your thighs again, stroking up and down in lazy, soothing motions. She kisses your hip again, slower this time. Then her mouth trails lower, not on your length, not yet, but around it. Exploring. Worshipping. Tasting. Sometimes teasing. Her tongue moves along the edge of your pelvis, licking the sweat from your skin like it’s something she’s been craving all night.

“You don’t even know what you do to me.”

She whispers, her breath fanning over you.

Then her hand slides between your legs again.

You twitch at the contact, still sensitive, but she’s gentle, her fingers curling around you once more. Her grip is slow and soft. You groan softly as she starts stroking you again like she’s not finished with you yet.

Her hand moves in slow, steady strokes, barely enough to be called teasing, but more than enough to keep you from relaxing. You’re still sensitive, still twitching slightly with every pass of her fingers, but she doesn’t let up. If anything, she leans in closer. Her mouth finds your skin again, just below your navel, and she kisses it softly. Then again. And again. Her lips trail lower, brushing the fine trail of sweat clinging to your body. Her tongue flicks out, tasting it. Licking you like you’re some sort of dessert. Something she wants.

You can feel her breath on your stomach as she speaks, her voice low, almost dreamy. 

“You’re so warm…”

She kisses your hipbone, then moves lower, dragging her tongue along the curve between your thigh and groin. She moans again, soft, almost helpless and her grip on your length tightens just slightly.

“I love how you taste.”

Her tongue presses flat against your inner thigh now, slow and firm, licking up the sweat that’s gathered there. Her other hand glides across your stomach, her palm open, fingers spread, like she’s holding you in place. 

Ms. Im takes her time, mouth moving across every inch of skin she can reach. She lingers at the crease of your leg, where your shorts are still bunched around your thighs, and kisses there with intent. Her tongue draws long, wet lines that make your thighs twitch under her grip.

“You don’t have to be strong. You don’t have to pretend. Just enjoy.”

You let out a shaky breath, your head resting fully against the car door now, chest rising and falling with each pass of her lips.

Her stroking grows firmer now. Not fast, but smooth and practiced. You’re growing hard again and she feels it. You see the way her mouth curves into a faint, pleased smile before she kisses just above your base again.

“That’s it.”

She whispers, her voice warm and caring.

“Let me bring you back.”

She presses her lips to your skin again, slow and wet, kissing the sweat that still clings to your hips. Her tongue swirls in slow circles, dipping slightly lower, just to hear your breath catch. Just to feel how you react.

“You’re so good for me. So responsive…”

You twitch again in her hand, harder now, and she lets out another soft, breathy moan.

“I could stay here all night.”

She murmurs, pressing a line of kisses along your pelvis.

“Just like this. Stroking you. Tasting you. Listening to the way you breathe.”

Her hand squeezes gently, stroking you now with just enough rhythm to make your legs tense again. She tilts her head and licks a single drop of sweat from your lower stomach, right above your length, and then moans softly again, like you just fed her something rare. Then she dips her head even lower, kissing along the side of your length now, her tongue dragging across the base, her hand never stopping. Her lips move as if she’s trying to memorize the shape and taste of your body. 

You can barely hold on.

Your thighs tremble. Your breath stutters. Your body is buzzing again, that slow build already rising for a second time.

And she just keeps going. Her hand slows again, not stopping, just adjusting her grip, as she shifts her attention lower. You feel her breath first, soft and warm against your skin. Then her lips, pressing tenderly beneath the base of your shaft. A kiss. Then another. Her mouth trails lower until she reaches you fully. 

“I just can't stop licking you, honey.”

She doesn’t wait for a response. Her mouth closes gently around one of your balls, tongue swirling with slow, wet pressure as her hand moves up, just enough to keep you twitching. Her strokes on your tip are featherlight, more like touches meant to remind you she’s still in control than to push you forward.

But it does push you forward. The contrast, her tongue worshipping you below while her fingers just ghost over the sensitive head, makes you gasp softly, hips twitching despite yourself.

“You like that?”

She murmurs, kissing lower, her hand now cupping both of your balls as her lips drag across the skin.

“I can feel how much you like it.”

She moans again as she runs her tongue along the base, her nose pressing into you as she kisses and sucks softly. Her hands are gentle, never rough, as she palms you like something precious, something she wants to devour, but doesn't want to rush it. 

“God…your taste is making me wet.”

She closes her mouth around you again, savoring, licking the seam beneath, and then flattens her tongue as she drags it back up across your base. You groan out loud this time. There’s no helping it. The pleasure is deeper now and building. Her pace is so unhurried that your body doesn’t know how to prepare for it. Ms. Im keeps her lips around your balls for several seconds, tongue gently massaging as her hand returns to your shaft. Not stroking now, just circling the head with two fingers, slow, lazy, enough to keep you throbbing.

She presses her mouth to your skin. Her breath fans against the damp heat of your lower body. She makes soft, wet sounds as she kisses and sucks beneath you. Every movement is measured, loving, like she’s lost in it. Like her only goal is to explore every inch of you with her mouth.

“I love this. You’re so sweet down here.”

Her tongue circles again. Then again. Her grip never tightens. Her rhythm never speeds up. She's just tasting you. Feeling you. Letting you twitch and pulse in her hands while she loses herself in the worship of your most sensitive skin.

“This feels really good, Ms. Im.”

You admit, your voice shaking. 

“Of course it does.”

She gives your balls another long lick. 

“I'm just taking care of you, honey.”

Over time her mouth moves back toward your cock. After she cleaned all of your lower body, she is focusing back on your dick. Visibly pleased by how hard you already are again, she takes you in deep. 

“Ms. Im-”

You get interrupted by her phone. It's ringing. You were about to ask her to slow down. But now your heart beats faster again. Your eyes lock onto the console next to the wheel. Her phone is connected to the car. The name on the screen makes a cold shiver run down your spine. Minju. 

Ms. Im takes her mouth off your cock again.

“Shhh.”

She puts a finger over her lips, which are glistening with her spit. 

“Not a word. Unless you wanna get caught.”

Your breath catches at her expression as she says those words. Almost as if she's daring you to do so. To let Minju know her mother is sucking her friend's cock. 

Her hand continues to slide up and down your length as she leans back to reach through the car and tap the call button next to the screen. 

“Hello?”

“Hi, mom!”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head. Hearing Minju's voice while her mom is stroking your cock…It feels so wrong, but so right. Bad but good. 

“What is it, sweetie?”

Ms. Im turns back towards you. 

“Well, I'm cooking right now, but I can't find the spring onions.”

Minju's mom gives your tip a kiss before she answers her daughter. 

“They should be lying on the counter, honey. Next to the fruit bowl. I made lunch earlier with some of them.”

She wraps her lips around the head of your cock again, waiting for an answer. Another soft breath escapes your lips, still in disbelief of the whole situation. 

“They're not here, mom. Oh, this sucks.”

Minju's whine would have made you chuckle if it wasn't for her mom's mouth around your cock. Your friend always sounds so cute whenever something doesn't work out like she expects it to. 

“How am I supposed to make dinner now?”

Ms. Im let's your cock fall out of her mouth again so she can answer. 

“Sweetie, they must be somewhere in the kitchen. Maybe your sister put them in the fridge.”

You hear Minu moving on the other end of the line. Meanwhile her mom is resuming her blowjob. Her eyes look up at you, watching your reaction as she lets her tongue roam the underside of your length. Your hips twitch and you feel yourself getting closer. 

You're not sure what it is, probably the combination of hearing Minju's voice and her mother sucking you off. But you know you won't last much longer like this. And it seems like she seems to realize that as well. Her head bobs up and down a little quicker now. And her hand at your base is picking up the pace as well. Is she trying to make you cum with her daughter on the phone? 

Just that thought alone almost makes you groan out loud. You have to bite your lip and try to stay strong. Which is easier said than done when Ms. Im suddenly stops blowing you completely. Your eyes wide when she takes your cock out of her mouth and slaps her cheek with it. She gives you a teasing, almost devilish smile, very much enjoying your bamboozled reaction. 

Another smack to her cheek. Then one to the other side. To you it sounds way too loud. Surely Minju must be picking up on what's going on.

“They're not in here, mom.”

Your cock hits Ms. Im's cheek again. 

“Maybe your sister ate them when she came home.”

“Oh, she always does this. She's so annoying!”

Minju's angry shout doesn't seem to faze her mother at all. Quite the opposite actually. She just chuckles as she looks up at you, before taking your cock into her mouth again. You yourself had to listen to your fair share of Minju complaining about her half sister, but it just hits different when her mom is pushing you towards your orgasm while she does so. 

“The next time she buys her stupid weight loss drink, I'm gonna pour it down the drain. I swear.”

Ms. Im doesn't dignify Minju's rant with a response. She's way too busy making you feel good. Her lips move up and down your length, while her tongue plays with every part of your cock it can reach. Her hand is still stroking you, while the other is gently cupping your balls as if she's silently telling you to just let go. 

“Fine, I'm just gonna cook without them then.”

You hear rustling on the other end of the line, while Ms. Im now pushes her head further down your cock. Further than ever before today. Your tip brushes the slightly harder part of the back of her mouth yet again. You feel her struggle for a second. 

“If it tastes bad, it's her fault.”

While Minju puts the blame on her sister, Ms. Im pushes past her struggle and lets the tip of your cock slip into her throat.

You just manage to bite into the back of your hand to not let out a major groan. Her throat is now massaging your cock as she takes you further down. 

“By the way, when are you getting home, mom?”

You hold your breath when you hear Minju ask a question. Her mom is still working on taking your length further down her throat. Your head rolls back and Ms. Im pushes further.

“Mom?”

You have to take deep breaths now as she deepthroats your cock. Your hand finds itself in her hair again. You’re so close.

“Mom? Hello?”

Ms. Im looks up at you, her lips almost reaching the base of your shaft. As your eyes lock, you can’t hold it back anymore. You have to bite into your hand again as a second orgasm washes through you. You barely register Minju asking for her mom again as Ms. Im takes your load down her throat. Your hips buck off the seat and the combination of your cock pushing further into her and your cum running down the walls of her throat has Ms. Im choking. That only makes her muscles around your dick tighten even further. She feels you pulling at her hair as you shoot the rest of your load deep into her. She gags in response and finally pulls away. You let go of her hair, too tired to do anything at all now.

“Earth to mom? Are you alright?”

You barely even have the strength to look at her as Ms. Im wipes her spit off her mouth with the back of her hand. 

“Yes, Minju, I’m good.”

She leans back against the back of the front seat.

“Just grabbing a snack.”

Ms. Im gives you a playful wink. But after your 5th orgasm of the day, you doubt you even have anything left to give.

“Oh, okay then.”

Minju chirps and seems to return her attention to her cooking.

“Drive save.”

“Mm-hmm.”

With a ding the call ends.

You and Ms. Im look at each other inside her barely lit car. You can tell that she is expecting you to come looking for her again sooner rather than later. But it’s not like she doesn’t like it. She enjoys taking care of your cock. Even while she’s talking to her daughter on the phone.

You shove a couple of crumpled worksheets into your folder and zip your bag up with a tired groan. Your body still aches faintly from the workout two days ago. But it’s not the soreness that’s been on your mind, it’s the relief.

Yeji came back to school.

She didn’t say anything to you. Didn't even look in your direction really. And you didn’t dare approach her. But she was there. Sitting in her usual seat like nothing happened. Laughing with Minju and the others during lunch. No tears. No drama. Nothing.

It should’ve made you feel better. And it did. Sort of. But the fear still sits just beneath your ribs, waiting. What if she found out about who it was? What if she’s pretending that she doesn’t? Or did she even talk to Tiffany about it? Maybe Yeji just told her mom that she was sick and didn’t even confront her. And if she did, would Tiffany tell her who it was? 

You shake your head, trying to push it all out. It’s too early in the morning for all of this. You swing your backpack over your shoulder and head downstairs. Seohyun stands by the counter in her blouse and slacks, holding a cup of coffee with one hand and checking her phone with the other. Her long dark hair is tied up in a loose bun, and there’s something soft about the way the morning light catches her profile, more quiet mom than CEO.

She looks up when she hears your footsteps.

“Oh, you’re ready early.”

She says with a little smile.

“You’re still here?”

“I’ve got time today.”

She sets her phone down and grabs a plate from the cupboard.

“Meeting got moved. I figured I’d head out a little later.”

Then, without missing a beat:

“Want a ride to school?”

You hesitate.

“Oh. Uh… yeah, sure. That’d be nice.”

She smiles again, wider this time, and gestures to the kitchen table.

“Then sit down. I made toast and eggs.”

You set your bag down and ease into your usual seat at the kitchen table.

She slides a plate in front of you and sits down with her coffee, crossing one leg over the other.

“Slept okay?”

She asks as she takes a sip of her coffee.

You nod, grabbing a slice of toast.

“Yeah. Just tired. It’s been a long week.”

Seohyun hums in agreement.

“Teenage drama?”

You don’t miss her teasing smile.

“Very funny.”

She chuckles.

“Relax, I’m joking.”

Outside, the morning air is cool and fresh. A few clouds drift lazily across the pale blue sky. Seohyun’s sleek black car glints faintly in the driveway, and you slide into the passenger seat while she settles in behind the wheel. The engine purrs to life. Her music is already playing. You recognize the song, but your mind drifts quickly as the car pulls out of the driveway and glides down the street. You keep glancing out the window, half-distracted, your brain still looping with thoughts of Yeji, of Kazuha’s offer… and Mrs. Im.

You shift in your seat, tugging your hoodie slightly as if it’ll help hide your face from your own thoughts. But then, something outside the window does pull your attention. Two figures walking on the sidewalk ahead. You squint, recognizing them instantly.

Choi Arin, your classmate, and her mother, Mrs. Choi.

They walk side by side, chatting quietly. Arin’s in her usual clean-cut look. Neat skirt, backpack slung over both shoulders, hair tied in a loose ponytail. But it’s her mother that makes your breath catch. She’s dressed in all black. Whenever you think of a successful and professional real estate agent, you immediately picture her. A long black skirt hugs her hips, the front slit revealing just enough of her toned legs with every step. Her heels click softly on the pavement. The matching blazer fits her frame perfectly, crisp lines highlighting her posture. Her top underneath is cut low. Just enough to show off a clean sweep of collarbone. And beneath that, a teasing hint of cleavage that disappears back under the blazer’s edge. Her short brown hair frames her sharp features perfectly. Cool and professional. Whenever you see her you feel this need to sit up straighter without knowing why.

You bite your lip, gaze lingering for half a second too long.

“Is that Sooyoung?”

Seohyun says beside you, already rolling down her window.

You blink, startled.

“Huh?”

Your mom leans out slightly, waving.

“Sooyoung! Good morning!”

Both heads turn toward the car.

Arin lights up, waving quickly.

“Oh! Hi, Mrs. Seo!”

Mrs. Choi turns more slowly, her gaze composed but warm as she recognizes the car. Her eyes flick between Seohyun and you in the passenger seat, and then she offers a polite smile.

“Morning, Seohyun. Aren’t you usually at work already at this hour?”

“My first meeting today got pushed back a little.”

Your mom replies, tapping her fingers on the steering wheel.

“ I Figured I’d drive this one in.”

She nods toward you with a grin. You wave out the window at the two of them and Arin waves back. Mrs. Choi  doesn’t answer immediately. Instead, she steps closer to the car. Her heels click on the pavement and the slit in her long skirt shifts with every step, showing off her legs right up to her knees. Then she leans down, right through the open passenger window, her arms resting on the rolled down glass. Her perfume is the first thing that reaches you. Something cool and dark with a hint of spice. Next, her voice.

“Good morning, sweetheart.”

Mrs. Choi’s sweetheart sounds so much different from Ms. Im’s. It’s the same word and yet it has two different effects on you. With Minju’s mom it’s soft and careful, loving. With Arin’s mom there’s more force behind it, more silent pressure. As if she’s expecting something from you.

You glance sideways and find yourself face to face with her. Her hair frames her face and the morning sun makes it glow a little lighter. Her blazer shifts slightly with the angle of her lean, revealing more of her chest than you expected. Her top dips just low enough to show the delicate curve of cleavage and the line of her collarbone.

“Morning, Mrs. Choi.”

You say, keeping your voice as steady as possible.

She acknowledges you with a look that seems unreadable to you. After that, she and Seohyun engage in light conversation. You don’t really pay attention as you focus on not staring down Mrs. Choi’s top. Just looking ahead, you hear something about her being on her way to show someone one of the empty houses in the neighbourhood. Luckily, Arin finally saves you.

“Mom, the two of us have to go. Can you let him out?”

You feel Mrs. Choi’s gaze on you again. 

“Of course, honey.”

It feels painfully slow to you the way she pushes herself off the side of the car.

“Thank you.”

You murmur as you open the door, careful not to hit her, and climb out.

“No problem. Have fun at school, handsome.”

Your heart skips a beat when she reaches up and lets her fingers ruffle through your hair.

School passes in fragments. You try to focus, but everything feels like filler, white noise between now and what might happen after. In the morning, you notice that Yeji is back to smiling. Not in a forced way this time, either. She even laughs at something Minju whispers in homeroom, and there’s no tremble in her hands when she zips up her bag. But even so… she keeps looking around. Over her shoulder, at the doors, at the hallway windows. As if she’s scared to get jumped. Or rather afraid of someone revealing what her mother does for a living.

You keep your head down and don’t say anything. You don’t want her to think you look suspicious in any way possible. You don’t want to make anything worse. Just seeing her up and moving again is enough to make your stomach unclench. At least for a while. Until she somehow gets royally on your nerves again.

Lunchtime is loud and crowded and chaotic. You sit at your usual table, half-listening to Minju rant about a group project. But then your eyes drift. Kazuha is at the other end of the cafeteria. She’s sitting with a few people from her homeroom, laughing at something someone showed her on their phone. Her hair’s tied back in a ponytail today, but a few strands fall around her face, catching the light when she leans forward. She’s dressed in just a black zip-up and workout leggings.

But you remember what she said.

“Two days.”

“After school".

“Keep your eyes off my body until then…”

You blink, catching yourself staring, and quickly look back at your tray. She didn’t look at you. She didn’t even seem to notice you were there. You hope.

The rest of the day crawls. You count the minutes through science and math. The hands on the clock feel like they’re dragging themselves through molasses. Your heart beats louder with every passing period.

And then, finally, history. Your last class. You take your seat near the middle of the room and try to play it cool, tapping your pencil against your textbook like it might keep your hands from shaking. Mrs. Kim begins her class, walking slowly from one side of the classroom to the other, notes in hand. She’s calm as ever, but… something feels off. You keep catching her eyes on you. Not in a bad way. But… definitely more than usual. You’re not sure if it’s your imagination or if something about you is giving off a signal. Maybe she just thinks you’re distracted. Maybe she knows something. You shake your head and then check the clock.

Only five minutes left.

Your heart rate climbs. You can’t even remember what this part of the lecture is about. You glance at your bag, already half-zipped and ready.

But then…

“Mrs. Kim?”

You freeze.

Arin’s voice.

Of course.

This girl practically breathes extra credit.

“Yes?”

Mrs. Kim says.

“I was wondering - about the people you mentioned earlier - are there really no more records of their culture after the Romans took their lands?”

You blink.

Seriously?

Mrs. Kim smiles at her, happy that at least one person is still showing interest in her class at the very end of the day.

You slump slightly in your seat as she pivots to the whiteboard and starts explaining.

Again.

Time ticks by. The bell should have rung by now. You glance toward the door, frustrated, and catch sight of the hallway window. The classroom across from yours just let out. You scan the small group spilling into the corridor, and there she is. Kazuha. Black leggings. That same zip-up. She doesn’t look toward your class. Doesn’t slow down. Just walks straight ahead. Toward the gym, like she said.

Your chest tightens. You shift in your seat, already halfway upright, but Mrs. Kim is still going. Arin is scribbling notes furiously. The door’s still closed. You’re stuck.

Please… just let this end.

You don’t know what’s waiting for you exactly, but you know you won’t forgive yourself if you miss it.

“Mrs. Kim?”

You stiffen in your seat. Not again.

Arin’s hand’s raised again, voice just loud enough to carry, eyes bright with interest like she hasn’t already stolen five extra minutes of your life. You glance toward the clock again. The bell rang two minutes ago.

“Yes, Arin?”

Mrs. Kim says patiently, setting down her marker.

“I was wondering, in the context of the Roman Empire’s transition from republic to monarchy, how much of Augustus’ rise was political manipulation, and how much relied on associating himself with divine lineage? Like with Venus and Aeneas?”

You actually groan. Out loud. Your head drops forward, forehead nearly hitting your desk. You catch a few muffled chuckles around the room, but no one dares say anything. Mrs. Kim is already turning back to the board, her eyes lit up like Arin just handed her a golden apple.

“Excellent question. That was one of the key ways Augustus framed his authority as inevitable and ordained…”

You tune it out completely.

Through the small window in the classroom door, you catch another movement. More students. More time slipping away. You’re gonna miss her. You sit up straight, fighting the urge to grab your bag and bolt. When Mrs. Kim finally pauses to erase something from the board, your eyes flick over to Arin. She’s still sitting perfectly upright, flipping her pen in her fingers like she’s considering another question. You narrow your eyes. You should’ve pushed her off the damn sidewalk this morning. But then, finally, Mrs. Kim checks the clock.

“Oh. Looks like we ran a bit late. Alright, everyone, have a good evening. Don’t forget to read about the Capitoline Triad for next time.”

You don’t wait. You’re up and out of your seat before she finishes the sentence. Your bag hits your back, feet already carrying you down the hallway. Past lockers, past half-open doors, past people lingering with their phones out. You don’t see Yeji. Or Minju. Or Arin. All you can think about is the hallway ahead. And the gym. Kazuha said she’d be there. And you’re not going to miss her.

You burst through the gym building’s side doors. The fluorescent lights flicker faintly above the long hallway, casting a pale glare on the tile floor. You scan the corridor.

Empty.

No voices. No footsteps. No sign of her.

Your chest tightens.

Maybe she left already.

Maybe she got bored of waiting.

Or worse. Maybe it was a joke. A punishment.

You move quickly, heading toward the boy’s locker room. You peek inside. Nothing. No sounds. No shoes on the benches. Not even a bag by the wall. Your throat’s dry now, heart pounding. Not from the short sprint but from the thought that you might’ve lost your chance.

Then your eyes drift. To the other door. The girl’s locker room. Your legs stop moving, planted in place in front of it. You stare at the sign like it’s a warning light. And in a way, it is. You shouldn’t go in there. You know that.

But…Kazuha.

You close your eyes.

“Keep your eyes off my body until then…” “…You’ll get a surprise if you behave.”

You swallow.

Then open the door.

The fluorescent lights inside hum softly. The air is cooler, the tiles a pale pinkish-white that make everything look softer. You step inside slowly, your breath held tight in your chest.

Then you see her.

Sitting on one of the benches near the lockers, legs crossed, posture relaxed. She doesn’t flinch when the door opens. Doesn’t even look surprised.

Kazuha looks up from her phone, screen dimming as she locks it with one finger.

She’s wearing the outfit she wore at the party. The olive green crop top, hugging her frame like it was made for her. The faint texture of the fabric stretches slightly over her chest, her toned stomach bare beneath the hem. Her shorts are gray-green, hugging the curve of her hips and riding high on her thighs. Her legs shift slightly as she stands, muscle and grace in every movement.

Eventually Kazuha breaks the silence.

“I wasn’t sure you’d come.”

You shift, heart still thudding.

“You told me to.”

A faint smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth.

“Yeah… but you’ve been avoiding me all day.”

You open your mouth to say something, but she tilts her head and cuts you off with a look that says don’t lie to me.

She walks closer.

“I saw you in the cafeteria. You looked away so fast, I thought your neck might snap.”

You rub the back of your neck. 

“I just… didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

Kazuha stops in front of you now, close enough that you can smell her faint citrus shampoo.

"You know, I caught you looking at me numerous times these last two days. Not just in the cafeteria."

You blink. 

“…What? Then why did you still..?”

"I don't know.. maybe I wanted to see what happens when I gave a pervert what he wanted."

Your throat is dry. You don’t know what to say.

“Or maybe.. I like the way your eyes look when they stare at me.. Like you want to fuck me the second you see me."

Kazuha leans in toward you, she’s now whispering despite the two of you being alone.

“I like watching you try to keep it together.”

Another step forward.

“You think I wear this,”

She glances down at her outfit.

“just for fun?”

She takes another half-step closer, close enough now that her chest almost brushes yours. She’s still standing taller than you expect. Straight shoulders and back. Like you’d expect from a dancer and cheerleader. Her skin glows under the locker room lights and you remember how your eyes met hers at the party.

Kazuha’s eyes flicker over your face again. And then lower. Down your chest. Past your waist. Then back up again.

She bites her bottom lip.

“Okay, pervert.”

That word still kinda stings, but it’s slowly beginning to lose its sharp edge.

Before you can reply, Kazuha reaches for your neck and pulls you forward. Her lips meet yours. Her body pushes against yours. You taste her lips. You feel her tits press against your chest.

You’re surprised, but gladly welcome her advance. Before you can get really into the kiss though, she pulls abc again.

“You had permission to look. Now you have permission to touch.”

She gives your jaw a soft kiss and then moves for your lips once more.

Your hands tremble in excitement and you don’t waste a second. You’ve been tortured by that tight body of hers for far too long. Her beautiful face. Her nice tits. Tight abs and flat midriff. Small waist and breedable hips. Her plump ass and her amazingly thick thighs. 

You touch them all, your hands roaming her body. They move to her back first as you pull her closer. Kazuha sighs into your mouth as she feels them graze past her lower back. You then take both of her butt cheeks in each hand and give them a tight squeeze. It makes her yelp and jump forward, bringing the two of you even closer together.The denim feels rough in your palms, but her firm and soft cheeks underneath promise you something more.

“Do you like my body this much?”

She whispers against your lips, still teasing you as her own hands claw at your back.

You answer her with another squeeze. This one is longer as you properly enjoy what the hours of cheerleading and dancing have built. But before she lets you explore too much of her body. She places her right hand flat against your chest and gently pushes you back

"Sit." 

Her voice playful yet firm.

You're a little stunned but you don't argue. You keep your hands around her waist and turn to the bench where she was just sitting. Your eyes never leave hers. The only thing distracting you is the back of your knee hitting the bench, letting you know when to sit down. 

She takes a step back from your grip. Standing in the middle of the open area of the lockers. 

"So.. Do you like your surprise?"

She says as she does a slight twirl of her body.

"Do you remember this outfit?" 

You blankly nod your head.

“You wore it at the party. It looks amazing on you" 

"Hmm, does it now? That's good to know because.. I wore it just for you. My little pervert" 

You can feel your heart start to beat faster and your mouth getting drier the longer you stare. Her hands running up the curves of her hips, grazing over her beautiful chest, and even giving her ass a playful slap as she turns around and gives you a view of her backside.

“Tell me, what do you like looking at when you’re staring at me?” 

She takes a step towards you and places her hands under her chin and playfully flutters her eyes.

“Is it my beautiful face?” 

Your hands start to grip the bench even tighter as she takes another step towards you.

“Maybe it's my cute little tits that pop out of my top every time I do one of our routines?”

She says as she slowly moves her hands down her chest. Making sure you see just how tight her top is hugging her beautiful tits.

She’s getting closer and your heart is almost beating out of your chest.

“Or is it the way my body looks when I'm stretching? Giving you all the possible positions you could fuck me in.”

She stops, right between your legs looking down at your face. Each of her hands finds one of yours and brings them to the curve of her hips. Letting you finally have a grip on her again. But before you can close your fingers around her waist. She slowly, methodically, moves your hands behind her and lets your fingers feel every inch of her..

“But it’s probably my tight ass that you could never seem to keep your eyes off of.”

She places your palms firmly against her butt, squeezing your hands under hers. Without saying a word letting you know exactly what she wants. Once she feels your hands firmly gripped on her. She moves her arms back around and places a hand on either side of your cheeks. 

“So, which one is it?”

She shows you that bright smile of hers when she feels your hands grip even tighter. You bring her as close as possible to you. 

“All of it. I love all of it” 

Your tone is low, your breaths are heavy, each word sounds desperate. 

She lets out a small laugh.

“Pervert.” 

She leans down and kisses you.

You pick her up and sit her on your lap. Kazuha lets out a cute yelp, your hands gripping tightly against her ass like you’re never letting go. Then you’re all over each other. The kisses are messy, moans leaving both your lips as you take turns kissing up and down each other's neck. 

“You aren’t the only one who's been staring. I’ve been watching you too.”

Kazuha admits between breathless kisses.

"Really?"

 “How do you think I've noticed all the times you’ve been looking at me.. but I’ve also noticed this.”

She moves her hand down and rubs your cock over your pants. 

“Your eyes aren’t the only thing giving you away you know. Everytime your eyes are on me this thing isn’t that far behind.”

Her hand slowly starts rubbing your cock through your pants. feeling how hard she’s gotten you

“Fuck.”

Is all you can let out.

“And every time I see it, I just want it so bad.”

She gives your jaw a kiss.

“I love how flustered you get when I call you a pervert.”

Her whisper lets goosebumps form on your body.

“How turned on you get when you watch my body stretch across the field.”

Her ass in your hands and her sitting on your lap has you remember all the stretches she did two days ago.

“How hard I’m making you right now.”

Kazuha bites her lip, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. Then she slowly slips off your lap and onto her knees between your legs.

“Let’s have a look.”

She hooks her fingers into your pants and pulls them down. You lift your hips for a second and then your pants slip down your legs. Kazuha reaches out for your cock, a satisfied smile on her lips.

“You’re so hard already.”

She muses and leans closer. You feel her warm breath on your cock first, then she opens her mouth and takes you inside. You let out a nervous breath as Kazuha seals her lips around your head. Reaching down, you hold her hair back to stop it from falling into her face. Soon Kazuha starts to bob her head up and down in your lap. You feel the faint touch of her tongue against the underside of your shaft as she tries to take you in deeper.

“Kazuha…”

You groan her name as she gives you head in the middle of the girl’s lockerroom.

It definitely feels different from the way Ms. Im usually sucks you off. It’s not just experience, but also Ms. Im’s desire to take care of you. Kazuha is visibly enjoying your cock as well, but it feels like she is enjoying it for herself. While Ms. Im loves the way you enjoy her mouth.

Also, Kazuha is at a quick pace right from the beginning. While Ms. Im usually takes her time, Kazuha is already letting her lips glide over most of your length. The sounds of her slurping up your cock are echoing through the room. You can’t do anything else but lean back and try to hold onto something.

Eventually, Kazuha moves her head away, your cock slowly falling out of her mouth. She holds it with one hand and watches how a trail of her saliva runs down your length.

“Do you like my lips around your dick?”

Her eyes sparkle with lust, but you can also see amusement in her smile. She enjoys making you groan.

“Yes.”

You breathe out, unable to say much more.

“You're a needy little pervert.”

She sticks out her tongue at you and then takes your cock into her mouth once more. Another desperate sigh escapes your lips, but you’ve had enough of her calling you that word. If she really thinks you’re a pervert, then maybe you should live up to her expectations. You lean down, while Kazuha continues to blow you, and give her ass a hard slap. You feel a yelp escape her stuffed mouth. But you’re leaning over her, pressing her down with your own weight. Her lips glide further along the length of your cock and you give her another spank.

With her free hand Kazuha reaches down and tries to unbuckle her belt. It proves to be pretty difficult without being able to look, but eventually she manages to open her shorts as well. As her head continues to bob up and down, your hand slides down from her lower back into her shorts. You give both her naked cheeks a hard squeeze each other, finally able to feel her soft skin properly. The moan that leaves her lips in response sends vibrations through your cock and then the rest of your body. Your finger brushes over her puckered hole as you search for her pussy. You gather a little bit of her juices as you manage to reach the soft skin around her folds. But that’s not good enough for you. After Kazuha teasing you for so long, you finally need to taste what you were only able to see from afar until now.

“Get up.”

You pull her to her feet with ease. She was already doing incredibly well sucking your coc, but you want to take the lead now. She stays silent, brushing some of her hair out of her face, waiting for your next move. But there’s not much time to wait. Her shorts have already slipped past her knees without any help from you. Now you tug at them, letting them fall to her feet. The fact that Kazuha only put on the top and the shorts and completely left out any piece of underwear makes you lick your lips. You reach for her right leg and lift it upwards. Without a sound of protest, Kazuha steadies herself naturally as if she’s about to go through a dance routine. You lift her leg higher and higher,knowing she won’t have a problem with it. Her foot eventually reaches the clothes hooks which are attached to a wooden plank above the bench you’re sitting on. You watch her full thighs flex a little as she gets used to her temporary position. Pulling her a little closer, your eyes are now fixed on the prize. Kazuha’s pussy is at the perfect height for you to feast on without having to get off the bench.

Your first lick has her let out a deep breath. Your tastebuds get hit by her juices as your tongue glides along her folds.

“Damn, that’s good.”

Kazuha moans and leans forward, her hands holding onto the wooden plank as well. The position seems to be natural for her and when you glance up, you see the outline of her abs, partially hidden by her top. 

You focus on eating her out after she gave you head just a couple of seconds ago. You switch back and forth between giving her folds a long, slow lick and peppering the skin around them with quick kisses. Your hands find themselves back on her naked glutes as you pull her in.

“Oh god…”

Her breath hitches as you continue your teasing, still not properly eating her.

“Keep going, little pervert.”

You squeeze her cheeks harder, making her gasp in response. You bury yourself deeper in her pussy, determined to shut her up. 

Soon, Kazuha starts to become a desperate, mumbling mess. Her moans are louder and one of her hands has moved from the wood above your head to your hair, trying to pull you in further. You catch her left leg twitching occasionally, but she still seems secure in her stance. You’re impressed by how long she can keep this position.

“Get your tongue in deeper.”

She lets out another sigh, but then you hear her grunt in discomfort. Her leg twitches harder now. Looking up, you see her face distorted in pain. You let go of her and help Kazuha unhook her leg from the clothes hangers.

“Should’ve stretched first.”

She mumbles half in embarrassment, half in amusement as she finally sits down next to you. You feel bad for getting her hurt. You hesitate for a second, but then lean down. You feel Kazuha’s eyes on you and then hear her breath hitch as you drag your tongue across her thigh.

“That feels good.”

She sighs and leans her head back. You doubt it has any real impact, but you continue to lick her delicious skin.

“You can’t get enough of me, can you?”

She chuckles. Now it sounds more playful than teasing. You let out an agreeing hum, still focusing on her thigh.

You let your hand move back toward her pussy. Kazuha grabs it before you can reach her. You watch as she takes one of your fingers into her mouth. She sucks on it, just like she sucked your cock earlier.

“Would you rather fuck me or have your fingers in my pussy?”

Her teasing remark is accompanied  by a smile.

“That’s a very simple question to answer.”

You get off the bench and turn towards Kazuha. She gets off as well, because the bench is too low for you to have a good angle at her pussy. You watch her turn around, this time her hands are holding onto the clothes hangers. She naturally arches her back a little, sticking her ass out at you. Biting your lip, you take a step closer. 

“Do it. I know you want to slap me again, pervert.”

She laughs and a moment later your palm meets her cheek. It was harder than she expected. The second slap makes her other cheek sting as well.

“God, yes.”

Her whine escapes her lips and Kazuha lets out a desperate whimper when you align your tip with her folds.

“Put it in.”

She whispers, her cheeks flushed in heat. You push into Kazuha’s tight cavern, finally enjoying the most intimate part of her body.

“Oh god.”

Kazuha moans out loud as you fill her. 

“I might be a pervert.”

You lean over her, your lips against her ear.

“But you're a little slut.”

You’ve had enough of her insulting you. Your comeback makes her gasp.

“Do you think so little of me?”

She grins at you, looking over her shoulder.

“Yes. Who was the one that couldn’t help but flaunt her body for me to see throughout the last two days?”

You push further into her, one hand on her waist, the other squeezing one of her tight glutes.

“You’re right. I’ve been a bad girl, haven’t I?”

Kazuha visibly loves the banter as you slowly grind into her from behind. You wonder if that might have been her attention from the start. She wasn’t just calling you a pervert to degrade you. Maybe she was just waiting for you to shoot back.

“Yes. Like I said. A slut.”

You groan into her ear as you pick up the pace a little. Kazuha’s tight pussy pulls you in. Her thick ass slaps against your hips whenever you pull her back into you as you push forward.

“I should’ve known.”

You can’t stop taunting her now that you started to fight back.

“I bet all of you cheerleaders are sluts.”

“Yes we are.”

Kazuha moans as you take her from behind. You aren’t being gentle with her like you were with Minjeong two days ago. This is harder. You’re getting back at her for teasing you this entire time.

“And I bet you’re such a pervert, you probably look at us all the time.”

“I can’t help it.”

You bottom out inside Kazuha which makes her let out another deep moan. The bench creaks underneath her weight and your force.

“All of you wearing these small and tight tops and unnecessary short skirts.”

Kazuha lets out a weak laugh.

“I bet you’d love to watch us practice without us wearing anything.”

“Yes. Especially you.”

She lets out an appreciative sigh. Which you quickly silence by smacking her butt again.

“Because…”

Another slap.

“You…”

Another one.

“Are..”

On her other cheek as well.

“Such..”

This one a little harder.

“A…”

You switch cheeks again.

“Slut.”

The last one is the hardest. And loudest. The sound of your palm hitting her skin echoes through the girl’s locker room. Kazuha gasps, the sting in her cheeks and her filled pussy make for a beautiful combination.

For quite a while after that, the two of you are fucking in silence. If you can count your groans and Kazuha’s moans as silence. The bench continues to struggle as well and you’re sure there are gonna be marks on the floor. Kazuha’s knuckles are turning white as she continues to hold onto the clothes hangers. Your grip on her waist is starting to leave red marks as well. Her pussy is tightly gripping your cock and you bottom out inside of her with every stroke.

You don’t know for how long the two of you’ve been in here by now. But it feels like it has been hours. Kazuha challenged you to try out a more difficult position a couple of minutes ago. Or maybe it was just ten seconds. The two of you are now face to face. But for some reason Kazuha has managed to put her foot on your shoulder. You’re amazed by her flexibility. Her thigh presses against your stomach while her face is only inches away from yours. You hold her by her waist with both hands to make sure the two of you don’t fall over. It’s a little harder to fuck her in this position, but you feel like it’s paying off. The visual effect of her having her leg up is one thing. But you could swear it is also affecting her pussy. Maybe because her muscles are flexing?

Anyway, you feel so much better inside of her than in the previous position. The eye contact is making this more intimate as well, but that eventually ends with Kazuha pressing her lips against yours. The two of you make out while you continue to plunge into her tight cavern. She moans into your mouth with every thrust. Again and again. You teasingly bite her lip. Not hard, but strong enough for her to let out a dissatisfied grunt. You smile into the kiss and you feel her doing the same.

Both of your bodies are starting to sweat and you feel like you’re losing your grip on Kazuah’s tight waist. You want to go longer, but your body is telling you that it’s gonna be over soon. Kazuha’s rugged breath is telling you that she can’t keep this up forever either. You feel yourself slowing down without wanting to. 

“You close?”

Her voice sounds a little insecure as if she isn’t sure on what to do next.

“Yeah.”

You’re able to grunt out. The two of you are looking into each other’s eyes again. There’s a flicker of doubt again, but Kazuha brushes it off with another teasing question.

“Where does my little pervert want cum then?”

You sigh. Not just out of annoyance, but because you really are getting close now.

“Why don’t you be a good little slut and swallow?”

You’re not sure if she likes the idea or not. But then Kazuha grins.

She nods, your signal to stop. You come to a hold, breathing heavily. Carefully pulling out, you’re threatening to cum right there. But you manage to hold on. Kazuha slowly takes her foot off your shoulder and lowers her leg.

“Cum in my mouth then.”

She bites her lip and moves to get on her knees. As she does it she reaches for her hair and puts it in a makeshift ponytail. She looks so hot and sexy as she does it. Unfortunately, it makes you cum too early. Kazuha lets out a surprised gasp as your cum hits her olive green top and her cleavage instead of her mouth.

“Fuck.”

You groan in disappointment and pleasure as you reach your climax. Your legs shake and Kazuha feels your warmth on her tits.

“Wow.”

She chuckles and looks up at you. 

“Thanks to you I have to get cleaned up now.”

She doesn’t really seem to mind though as you finally catch your breath.

Kazuha’s pussy felt amazing. Probably even more so because of the teasing throughout the past two days.

“I suggest you take off now.”

You raise an eyebrow.

“Don’t want others to think you’re a pervert.”

The teasing sparkle makes you realize that you’re still in the girl’s locker room.

“Oh, yeah.”

You glance at Kazuha’s soiled top and cum covered cleavage.

“Do you need help with that?”

“I’m a slut, not stupid. Get out, pervert.”

She smiles at you as she says it, but you can only groan in annoyance.

“Fine.”

Seems like you still haven’t gotten rid of her nickname for you.

After dropping your bag off at home, you change into shorts and a sports shirt and put on your running shoes. As much as you enjoy going to the gym, stamina is just as important. 

You start your run through the neighbourhood, taking the route you usually take. The sun is about to set and the shadows are getting longer. No one except you seems to be outside at the moment. You run past the school and the field. Past the gym building and further into a small forest. The air is cooler here and you can smell the trees and nature itself. Birds chirp and you leave any unnatural sounds behind you.

The small path eventually leads you back onto a street after around thirty minutes. You follow it as you approach your neighbourhood yet again. The gym you work out at is on your right handside. You pass it quickly and then you reach the first house. A car stands in the driveway and the water in the pool sparkles in the orange rays of the sun. That’s where Minju lives. You watch how the door of the car opens. Ms. Im. Your heart beats faster. 

You’re not sure what to do. Do you just jog past? Do you say hello? If you say hello, will Ms. Im think you’re expecting another blowjob? Will she think of you as greedy?

Before you can decide, you hear her calling your name. You turn towards her and run a little slower, glad that she made the decision for you.

“Hello, Ms. Im.”

You see her looking you up and down.

“Why are you always working out when we meet?”

She asks with a smile on her lips.

You come to a hold and walk over to her.

“I don’t want you to be too hard on yourself, young man.”

“I’m doing fine, Ms. Im. Thanks for worrying about me.”

“You know what?”

She pauses for a second.

“Just call me Yoona.”

She bites her lip afterwards, watching your reaction.

“Sure, Ms. I - Yoona.”

“Good boy.”

Her smile is innocent. But your heart jumps when she calls you that. You see her eyes wandering over your body.

“You look pretty hot.”

You’re not sure if she means that you’re sweaty or she thinks that you’re sexy.

“And it’s so warm out here.”

She uses her keys to lock her car and then looks into your eyes.

“Why don’t you come inside and I get you something refreshing?”

[soonkyuism]

happy 17th anniversary girls' generation! #소시소원_다시피어나는_우리의Seventeen #17SummersWithSNSD

[smutmind]

MOMMY

"Look at you," Seohyun purred, her breath warm against your cock. "Hard before I even touched you. That’s cute, baby."

She knelt between your legs, black skirt bunched at her waist, no panties in sight. Her bare thighs framed her as she leaned in and licked up your shaft, slow and teasing. Her tongue flicked your tip, then she wrapped her lips around it, eyes gleaming.

"Mmm," she moaned, taking you deeper. "You taste desperate."

Her hand gripped your base while her mouth moved—wet, obscene, relentless. She sucked with a rhythm that had your hips jerking up, but her free hand pinned you down against the couch.

"No," she said firmly, pulling off with a pop. "You don’t get to move unless I say so. Got it, baby?"

You nodded, breath ragged. "Yes."

"Good boy."

She took you again, deeper this time, saliva trailing from her lips to your thighs. Her throat relaxed around you as she moaned, low and guttural. Her tongue swirled, fingers pumping what her mouth couldn’t reach.

You groaned, fingers tangling in her hair.

"Hands off," she warned, eyes flashing. "You touch, I stop."

You dropped your hands instantly.

She smiled. "That’s better. Just sit there and take it."

Another suck, harder, faster. Your legs trembled. She was merciless.

"Fuck, Seohyun—"

She pulled off, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "Don’t you dare come yet. I’m not done with you."

She stood, climbed onto your lap, her wet heat sliding over your cock. She didn’t ease in. She slammed down, burying you inside her with one rough grind.

"Ah—fuck—" she gasped, tossing her head back. "That stretch. Missed it."

You grabbed her hips, but she grabbed your wrists and pinned them to your chest.

"No," she whispered. "I ride you. You sit there like a good toy."

Her hips rolled, hard and fast, her pussy clenching around you as she used your cock like it belonged to her. Her tits bounced under her top, sweat shining on her collarbones. She rode you with total control—fierce, filthy, moaning your name like a curse.

"You’re so deep inside me, baby. Fuck, yes. I can feel you hitting my spot. Right there. Don’t you dare fucking move."

You bit your lip, groaning as her rhythm drove you mad.

She leaned in, breath hot against your ear. "You love being used, don’t you? Love when I take what I want."

"Yes," you gasped. "Fuck yes."

She bit your neck. "Say it louder."

"I love it," you moaned. "Love when you use me."

"That’s right."

She pulled off you suddenly. "On your knees. Now."

You dropped, chest heaving. She turned around, arched her back, and looked over her shoulder.

"Put it back in. You get to fuck me now—but only because I want it."

You slid in, and she groaned, low and dirty. Her ass slapped back against you as you thrust. She was wet, swollen, and so fucking tight.

"Harder," she growled. "Make me feel it. Don’t hold back."

You slammed into her, gripping her hips. She pushed back just as hard, her moans louder, raw.

"Yes—fuck—right there. Fuck me like a slut, baby. Use me."

Her voice broke on a gasp. "I’m cumming. Don’t stop. Don’t you dare—"

Her whole body trembled. She came hard, screaming into the pillow, pussy clenching around you so tight it nearly undid you.

But she turned, panting, and shoved you flat onto the mattress.

"Now shut up and take it," she hissed, climbing back on.

She lowered onto you again, slick and hot, riding harder than before. Her hands pinned your chest. Her thighs slapped yours. You were powerless under her—overwhelmed, overstimulated, close.

"Inside," she growled. "You’ll come inside me. Give it to me."

Your hands gripped the sheets. She slapped your thigh. "Now, baby. Fill me. Do it."

You bucked up, throbbing, and came with a loud moan. She held herself down, gasping, grinding slowly to take every last drop.

Then she stood, smoothed her skirt down over her hips, and looked back with a wicked smile.

"Hurry up, baby. You'll be late for school."

"Yes, mommy"

[kalena-henden]

When was your last kiss? | The First Night with the Duke (2025)

[eeunwoo]

send me an idol + an era ! seohyun + lion heart for @isabelleadjani

[kpoplustzone]

Game of Nine - Twice smut

Jihyo x OC

voyeur, smut, breeding, multiple series, sneaky

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My name is CHOI HYUK. I am a 26-year-old Korean who was lucky enough to become the manager of one of the most sexy and successful girl groups in Korea. Twice has been popular since its debut and has exploded in popularity later.

Especially their members who were sexy and charming and millions of people around the world fapped to their pictures and fan cams.

I was not an exception to this, and seeing all nine of them smiling at us, the newly hired manager, was a dream come true. I remember Kiho, another newly hired manager, standing beside me and gulping in a daze, seeing the amount of sexiness in front of us.

All nine of them brought out different kinds of charm for the fans, and seeing them perform for the fans, teasing them, showing just enough so that the men can only dream about their thick bodies.

When Choi Hyuk first joined the team as an assistant for TWICE, he thought he’d landed the dream job. Backstage access, travel, and a chance to work alongside the most admired women in the industry. For the first few weeks, things felt surreal. The members were warm, friendly — Jihyo especially. She had smiled at him often, even remembered his coffee order after the second day. He’d catch her humming during rehearsals, sometimes glancing his way with a nod or playful wink. For a quiet guy like him, it felt like more than just professional kindness. It felt personal.

But then Kiho arrived.

Short, round, always laughing too loud — Kiho had a way of making people feel instantly at ease. The girls loved him. At first, Hyuk didn’t mind. It was harmless. But within weeks, things shifted. He noticed the change in the air. They started calling Kiho cute, playfully teasing him, grabbing his arm, fixing his collar. The same smiles Hyuk once got were now all for Kiho. Even Jihyo — especially Jihyo.

She barely noticed Hyuk anymore. Some days, she wouldn’t even greet him.

He’d watch from the corner of the room as she whispered in Kiho’s ear, giggling, brushing against him like it meant nothing. And Kiho… Kiho lapped it up. He didn’t even try to hide it.

Hyuk never said a word. What would be the point? He was just the quiet one now. The background. The one who blended into walls and got forgotten during group dinners. Still, something inside him simmered — not quite anger, not quite heartbreak, but a slow, twisting burn of being invisible.

Which is why, when he woke up in the back of Jihyo’s RV that afternoon, groggy from a midday nap he hadn’t meant to take, he stayed quiet.

He heard the door shut.

Then footsteps.

Then her voice — that soft, teasing voice she used when she was in the mood to play.

And then he heard Kiho.

Hyuk didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. He stayed hidden behind the thin curtain, barely peeking through, heart thudding in his chest. What he saw made his throat go dry.

Jihyo — pressed up against Kiho. Smiling. Whispering.

And touching him.

Not him. Never him.

But Hyuk couldn’t look away

Jihyo stepped into the RV, the soft click of the door locking behind her. The dim, amber lighting wrapped around her curves like a spotlight, catching the shine on her skin where her crop top clung tight across her chest. Her jeans, stretched smooth over her hips and thighs, made every step a show. She stretched her arms over her head, back arching, giving her assistant a full view — and she saw the way his eyes dropped, slowly, drinking her in like he was starving.

She smirked.

"You’ve been staring all day," she said, voice low, teasing. Her heels clicked softly as she crossed the small space between them, hips swaying just enough to drive a man crazy. "Why don’t you just admit it?" She stopped in front of him, so close her breath warmed his cheek. Her fingers brushed lightly over his collar, dragging down his chest, slow and playful. "You think about me when I’m not around, don’t you?"

He swallowed hard, too stunned to speak.

Jihyo’s eyes flicked down, then up again, watching his reactions with a wicked satisfaction. Her hands slid to his waist, fingers curling around his belt loop, tugging him closer until they were almost touching. "You're easy to read," she whispered. "And honestly… I kinda like it."

What neither of them noticed was the slight shift behind the curtain at the back of the RV. Hidden in the shadows, Choihyuk had woken the second the door opened. At first, he stayed still, groggy and annoyed, but now his eyes were wide, locked on the scene unfolding just feet away. He didn’t dare move. His breath caught in his throat as he peeked through a small gap in the curtain, heart thudding.

Jihyo leaned in again, her lips just barely brushing the assistant’s jaw. "I wonder how long you can hold back," she whispered. "Should we find out?"

She didn’t notice the way Choihyuk’s hand clutched the edge of the couch, or how hard it was for him to stay still. The tension inside the RV was thick, hot, and humming — one assistant frozen under her touch, the other hidden and burning with a mix of jealousy, longing, and something deeper he’d never dared admit out loud.

Jihyo turned to walk away, but before she could even take a full step, Kiho reached out and grabbed her wrist, his grip firm but not rough — just enough to stop her. She turned back to face him, her heart racing in a way that startled her. There was something about the way Kiho looked at her now — something that was no longer just shy admiration, but something much bolder, darker.

"You really think I'm going to let you walk away like that?" Kiho’s voice was low, his words lingering in the air. There was no mistaking the challenge in his tone now. His hand slid from her wrist to her waist, pulling her toward him with a confidence that made Jihyo’s breath catch in her throat. She could feel the heat of his palm through the fabric of her shirt, and the soft pressure of his touch made her pulse race.

Jihyo blinked, her body suddenly responding in ways she didn’t expect. Her skin felt alive, every nerve ignited by the simple, bold touch of his hand. She glanced down at him, her heart hammering in her chest. "Kiho…" she whispered, her voice a little shaky, a little breathless.

Kiho’s hand slid further, just grazing the curve of her hip before sliding around her back. His fingers flexed, pressing her body even closer to his. The warmth of him, the way his chest brushed against hers, made Jihyo tremble, a soft shiver running through her as he leaned in, his lips barely a breath away from her ear. "You don’t have to go anywhere, Jihyo," he whispered, his voice soft, yet filled with an unmistakable hunger.

Jihyo’s heart skipped. She should have pulled away. She knew she should, but every inch of her body was begging her to stay. Kiho’s touch, the way he was looking at her now, with that mix of confidence and desire… It was like a switch had flipped in him. He was no longer the shy assistant. He was a man who wanted her, and he was no longer afraid to show it.

Kiho’s other hand came up, brushing against her cheek, his fingers trailing slowly down her jaw, caressing her skin. She gasped, her body going taut under his touch, the sensation making her whole body tremble. His hand slid lower, ghosting over her neck before landing on her shoulder, his thumb drawing small circles over her skin. The simple, tender touch made Jihyo shudder again, her breath coming faster, deeper.

"You look so perfect," Kiho murmured, his voice rougher now. His hand slid lower, reaching the small of her back, pulling her in even closer. His lips were just a hair’s breadth away from hers now. "I can’t stop thinking about you," he confessed, his breath warm against her skin.

Jihyo's heart raced. Her body responded without thinking, pressing closer into him, her hands clutching at his shirt as if pulling him even closer. She wanted this. She needed this…”

Before she could finish, Kiho’s lips brushed over hers, just a featherlight kiss that made her stomach twist with desire. His lips were soft, teasing, as if waiting for her to respond. She gasped, her body instinctively leaning into the kiss, her lips parting just enough for him to deepen the kiss.

Her hands found their way up to his neck, pulling him closer, desperate for more. The heat between them intensified with each passing second, every touch, every kiss, making her tremble harder under him. Kiho wasn’t holding back anymore. His hands roamed down her body, one sliding to her waist, the other cupping the back of her neck as he deepened the kiss.

Jihyo’s breath was ragged, her body alive with sensations she couldn’t control. Every touch from him sent electric jolts through her, making her skin burn with need. She trembled again, this time more violently, and Kiho noticed. He smiled against her lips, feeling the way her body responded to him. His hands roamed lower, sliding over the curves of her waist, the smoothness of her thighs, exploring with purpose.

In the back of the RV, Choihyuk watched, his breath caught in his throat. His eyes were wide, glued to the scene before him. He had always admired Jihyo, but seeing her like this — vulnerable, trembling, desired — made his heart pound in his chest. He watched as Kiho’s hands traced the curve of her body, feeling like an intruder, but unable to look away. His goddess, the one he had always looked up to, was here, right in front of him, being touched in a way he had never imagined.

Jihyo, completely unaware of Choihyuk's presence, was lost in the heat of the moment, her body pressed tightly against Kiho’s. His hands moved with confidence, each touch pushing her closer to the edge of control. She gasped as he pulled her even closer, his lips trailing down her neck, his hands exploring her body with growing boldness.

Kiho’s lips met hers again, this time with a fierce passion, as if he couldn’t wait any longer. He pushed her against the table, the movement so sudden that Jihyo’s breath caught in her throat. Her body felt like it was on fire, every inch of her trembling with need. And as she clung to him, she couldn’t stop herself from pulling him closer, her body responding to his touch without a single thought.

In the back, Choihyuk could only watch in stunned silence, his eyes wide as he watched the woman he admired more than anyone being kissed, touched, and desired in ways he could never have imagined.

The air in the RV was thick with heat, the moment between Kiho and Jihyo crackling with an electricity neither of them could deny. Kiho, his breath still ragged from the kiss, pulled back just enough to look into her eyes. Jihyo's lips were swollen, her breathing uneven, and it made him smile. He could feel the pulse of desire radiating off her, and it thrilled him.

"Earlier," Kiho said, his voice lower now, each word deliberate as he gently cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing over her soft skin. "When you were performing… in front of that crowd… You were incredible." He paused, his eyes darkening with something more primal. "You made them all watch. You had them all in the palm of your hand, just… lusting after you."

Jihyo shivered at the words, her body reacting to his touch, her breath quickening. "I didn't think you were watching that closely," she teased, her voice a little shaky, trying to act casual, but she could feel the heat of his gaze seeping into her skin.

Kiho leaned in again, his lips brushing the shell of her ear as he whispered, "I was watching every move you made. And they were all just there, watching you, wanting you… But only I get to touch you like this." His words were almost a growl, filled with possessiveness, yet there was something softer in his tone. Something that made Jihyo's heart race even faster.

Jihyo's breath hitched, and she closed her eyes for a brief second, feeling a mix of heat and anticipation run through her veins. She had always known the effect she had on people, but hearing it from Kiho made her feel something deeper, something she wasn’t sure she was ready to admit.

Her body responded instinctively to him. She stepped closer, closing the distance between them, and placed her hands on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath her palms. "And what makes you think you’re the only one who can touch me?" she asked, her voice a challenge, though it was laced with desire.

Kiho’s eyes darkened, and he let out a low laugh, the sound rich with a mix of amusement and hunger. "Because, Jihyo," he said, trailing his fingers down the length of her arm until they found the curve of her waist, pulling her against him with a firm but gentle hand. "I can see how badly you want it. I can feel how much you need it." His voice was low and silky, each word sending a wave of heat through her. "And I can see how you’re trembling under my touch. No one else will get to see you like this."

Jihyo gasped, the feeling of his hand on her waist sending a ripple of warmth through her entire body. The intimacy of his words, the way he saw her, truly saw her, was almost too much to handle. She tried to resist, but it was clear that Kiho had found a way to make her lose control.

"You're not just teasing me," Kiho whispered, his lips brushing over her neck as he continued, his voice like honey, "You’re letting me see all of you. And I promise, you won't regret this."

Jihyo’s hands roamed to the back of his neck, pulling him closer as she tilted her head back, giving him more access to her skin. "You think you have me figured out?" she asked breathlessly, her voice a mix of confidence and desire. "You think you're the only one who knows what I want?"

Kiho’s lips found the sweet spot on her neck, his kiss gentle, then more urgent, as though he couldn’t hold himself back any longer. "I know exactly what you want," he murmured against her skin, his hands moving slowly, possessively, up her back, inching toward the curve of her shoulder. "And it’s only a matter of time before you stop pretending you don’t want me too."

Jihyo’s body quivered under his touch, her mind swirling with desire. She could feel the pull, the growing need between them, and the way Kiho’s words — his actions — were slowly unravelling her resolve. She wanted him. She could feel it deep inside, but she wasn’t ready to fully surrender, not yet.

She leaned in, her lips brushing against his in a kiss that was slow at first, tentative, as if testing the waters. But Kiho was quick to respond, his hands sliding down her back, pulling her even closer as the kiss deepened. He tasted like fire, his hands roaming her body with an urgency that sent sparks of desire through her entire being.

And all the while, Choi hyuk remained hidden in the back, watching, his heart pounding in his chest as he saw Jihyo, the woman he had quietly adored from afar, completely consumed by Kiho. His breath caught in his throat as he saw the way Jihyo’s body responded to Kiho’s touch, the way her face flushed with desire. It was like watching his goddess being claimed, and he couldn’t tear his eyes away.

The air inside the RV was thick, almost suffocating, with the weight of unspoken desires. Jihyo stood in front of Kiho, her body electric with anticipation, yet her mind still conflicted, unsure of where this was headed. She could feel the heat radiating between them, a pull she couldn’t seem to escape. Her body responded to him — she could feel the way her pulse quickened with every glance, every touch.

Kiho stepped closer, his eyes scanning her from head to toe. Jihyo's skin flushed under his gaze, her body instinctively shifting, her shoulders back, subtly arching in the way she knew was most seductive. She could feel the fabric of her shirt clinging to her curves, outlining the smooth shape of her chest, her waist, and the gentle curve of her hips.

“You know,” Kiho said, his voice low, almost a whisper, “every time you move… you make it impossible for me to look away.”

Jihyo swallowed, her breath shallow, as Kiho reached out to trace the edge of her shirt, his fingers just grazing the fabric, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. The touch was light, teasing, but it felt as though every nerve in her body was awakening. She could feel his eyes on her, sensing the way he was drinking in every inch of her body, as though she was something both forbidden and irresistible.

Her fingers twitched at her sides, wanting to move, but unsure of how. She was playing a game now, a dance that she both feared and craved. The way Kiho looked at her made her feel seen — truly seen — for the first time, as though every part of her body, every curve, was something worth admiring.

“You’re so beautiful, Jihyo,” Kiho murmured, his voice thick with admiration and something deeper. “I’ve seen you on stage… but standing here, with me, it’s like I’m seeing you for the first time.”

His words wrapped around her like a silken thread, tightening, pulling her closer to him. She bit her lip, feeling both exposed and powerful. Her legs felt weak as she took a small step back, almost imperceptibly, but Kiho was quick to follow, closing the space between them once again. His breath was warm on her skin as he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear.

“Let me show you just how beautiful you are,” he whispered, his hands sliding up to the small of her back, pulling her toward him so that she could feel the heat of his body pressing against hers.

Jihyo’s breath caught. She could feel the hard muscle beneath his shirt, his body strong and solid against hers, and it made her heart race. The tension between them was palpable — thick, electric. Her skin tingled under his touch, every inch of her body becoming acutely aware of the way he was holding her, the way he was gazing at her as if she was the only thing that mattered.

Kiho’s hands slid slowly, deliberately, to the hem of her shirt. He didn’t rush; his touch was slow, gentle, yet there was an undeniable hunger in the way he moved. Jihyo’s heart pounded in her chest as he lifted the fabric, exposing the soft curve of her midriff. She trembled, unsure whether to pull away or lean into him. Every instinct in her told her to stay, to let the tension between them build even further.

Her body responded to him, even when her mind was hesitant. She could feel the pull of gravity between them, each inch closer, each brush of his hands against her skin, only serving to make her more desperate for the next moment, the next touch. Kiho’s gaze never left hers, his eyes dark with desire, and yet there was something tender, almost reverent, in the way he looked at her.

“I know you want this,” Kiho said softly, as if reading her thoughts. “I can feel it. Don’t fight it.”

Jihyo shuddered under his words. She wanted him. She couldn’t deny it. The way he made her feel — the way he saw her — it was too much to ignore. Slowly, hesitantly, she allowed her hands to drift upward, undoing the buttons of her shirt. Each movement was slow, deliberate, and as the fabric began to fall from her shoulders, she could feel Kiho’s gaze burning into her skin.

She wasn’t sure when it happened — when she stopped being afraid and started giving into the attraction, the magnetism between them. But once the shirt had slipped off, leaving her in a simple tank top that clung to her curves, Jihyo didn’t feel exposed; she felt empowered. She felt desired, in a way that was both intoxicating and thrilling.

Kiho’s eyes darkened further, his breath catching as he looked at her body, taking in every inch of her, every curve that made her uniquely her. The way her waist curved down to her hips, the soft roundness of her thighs, the way her skin glowed under the dim light. He couldn’t look away.

"You’re perfect," he murmured, his voice thick with appreciation. "Every part of you is a masterpiece."

Jihyo could feel the heat rising between them. She was trembling, not just from desire, but from something deeper, something she wasn’t sure she was ready to face.

But in that moment, with Kiho’s hands hovering just inches away from her body, she felt something stir inside her — a desire to be seen, to be touched, to be wanted in a way that was undeniable.

ihyo’s pulse quickened with every small movement he made, every slight shift in the way he touched her. His hand rested just above her waist, fingertips lightly grazing the smooth skin of her lower back. His touch was tender, yet there was a quiet confidence in the way he caressed her, as though he already knew exactly how to make her tremble without trying too hard.

She caught her breath as Kiho’s eyes slowly traced the curves of her body. Her chest rose and fell as she fought the urge to pull away, to resist, but something deeper inside of her told her to lean in, to explore the feeling between them, to see where it might lead. She could feel the heat radiating between them, his presence so strong it was almost overwhelming.

“Kiho,” she whispered, her voice low, unsure of what she wanted but needing something. His name escaped her lips like a breath, a question and a command all in one.

Kiho didn’t answer with words. Instead, he let his hands glide down her side, his touch gentle and purposeful. He paused just below her ribs, letting his fingers lightly trace the outline of her body, feeling the softness of her skin beneath his touch. There was no rush, no need to hurry. He wanted to savor this moment, every second, every inch of her. The curve of her waist, the way her body responded to his touch, it was all so intoxicating.

Jihyo’s breath caught as he leaned closer, his lips brushing just above her navel, sending a shiver through her body. She could feel his warmth, his breath hot against her skin, but it wasn’t until his lips made contact that she finally let herself relax into the sensation. His kiss was soft, almost reverent, as though he was cherishing every part of her.

He pulled back slightly, looking up at her with those dark, intense eyes, searching for any hint of hesitation. But all he saw was the spark of desire in her gaze, the same desire that burned in his chest. Without a word, his lips found her skin once again, this time lower, pressing delicate kisses just above her waistband.

Her body responded, her muscles trembling at the sensation of his lips on her. She had never felt so exposed, yet at the same time, so alive. The air around them felt thick, the tension between them palpable

Kiho slowly grazed his fingers along the surface of her tank top, and his thick fingers circled around the thick buds that were hard like a rock, and he could feel her body trembling as her back arched, giving him the full view of her huge breasts that were renowned in the K-pop industry. He could not wait to suck on those pink buds that every south Korean men wished to.

Choi Hyuk could barely breathe as he watched from the shadows, his body tensed with raw, burning jealousy. Jihyo—gorgeous, untouchable Jihyo—was trembling under Kiho’s stubby but commanding hands, her breath hitching in her throat, her curves pressed close to him like a dream slipping out of control. She was a vision of pure temptation: her tight tank top straining over her full, perfect breasts, her toned thighs shifting restlessly, as if begging for more. Hyuk's hand instinctively moved lower, trying in vain to soothe the painful bulge growing with every second of the shameless show before him. He grit his teeth, helpless, as Kiho, emboldened by her reaction, slid his hand along her waist, looking seconds away from tearing the thin fabric away and burying his face between those irresistible mountains.

Just as Kiho’s fingers curled under the edge of her top, a thunderous knock rattled the door, making Jihyo yelp in panic. She hurriedly tugged her clothes back into place, cheeks flushed and chest heaving, and threw herself onto the seat beside Kiho, trying to look innocent even as the air around her crackled with unspent heat. The RV door creaked open slowly, and Hyuk’s heart nearly stopped.

There, silhouetted in the doorway like a goddess descending to earth, stood Momo—the only other idol who could rival Jihyo’s lethal allure. Dressed in a short skirt and a tight crop top that left little to the imagination, she stepped inside with a smile that could melt steel, her eyes sweeping over the room before settling on the guilty-looking pair. With a playful glint in her gaze, she closed the door behind her, trapping all that smoldering tension inside the RV.

That is it for part 1. Part 2 continues with sneaky actions inside the RV with Momo and Jihyo at the same time. Kiho, you lucky bastard

[thankyou-taeyeon]

SNSD 2025 SMTOWN Live 30th Anniversary Concert (vcr)

[taeyoen]

2025 SMTOWN: THE CULTURE, THE FUTURE

[lesbomatz]

🗯' seonghwa (ateez) lockscreens

[dangermousie]

Her peeking! Ahahahahahaha

But honestly, she is so relatable:

Indeed.