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authorhjk1 · 3 days ago

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May I request Yoona in green pls? Those hips, that peach, that bod, everything is perfect she makes you want to just devour her whole…in a good way.

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Green

(Yoona X Male Reader) Word count: 3265 words

"Have fun, honey."

You read your mom's text after telling her you are going to spend the night at a friend's house. Putting your phone back into your pocket you cross the road. Your hand shakes a little in excitement when you ring the doorbell. The sound of heels clicking on marble floor reaches your ears. Then they seem to stop right in front of the door. The milky glass enables you to make out a silhouette behind the door.

When it swings open you're greeted by Im Yoona. Your teacher.

"Hello, Ms. Im."

And your friend's mother.

"Hello, honey. Are you here for my son?"

"Yeah. I planned on sleeping over tonight."

You try to look nonchalant, but you notice your voice betraying you a little. You know it's wrong and yet you have fantasized about your friend's hot mom a million times. The fact that she's your teacher makes it even worse. In a good and in a bad way.

"Oh? He didn't mention anything."

"Typical."

You joke and Ms. Im cracks a laugh.

"I swear he got this from my husband."

She steps out of the way to let you inside.

"Please come in. He isn't home yet though."

"He isn't?"

You take your shoes off and follow her into the house.

"No, but I'm sure he'll be here soon."

As you walk after her your eyes naturally wander towards Ms. Im's perfect backside. Her most attractive feature is definitely her face and she has an amazing body to go with that, but seeing her ass in that tight green skirt has you thinking all kinds of things. You know you shouldn't think them. She's your teacher. Your friend's mother.

"Anything to drink, sweetheart?"

You feel something tingle inside of you whenever she addresses you with these teasing nicknames. You know she is just doing it to her son's friend and she has been doing it for years. But you wish she would see you as someone on her level.

"I would... I would like a water, please."

"Water?"

She chuckles as she walks into the open kitchen.

"I can't remember the last time my son drank water. He's always after something sweet. Please, make yourself comfortable."

She motions towards the couch in the living room and you don't plan on ignoring her offer. As you sit down you watch her preparing a glass of water. She's facing you and once again you can clearly see the face that always distracts you during class. Just like earlier today. That small, but warm smile and the always loving and caring gaze she seems to carry around everywhere.

"It's a hot day today. You should really be drinking a lot."

You quickly pretend like you were not staring when Ms. Im looks up and walks around the counter towards you.

"It really is."

You accept the glass with both hands.

"Thank you."

Ms. Im sits down next to you on the couch and you're both frightened and excited. Your gorgeous teacher is sitting so close to you, her knee almost touching yours.

You watch her reaching for the hand cream on the coffee table and you nervously take a sip.

"So, what are you boys up to today?"

"Homework."

You reply, which earns you a hearty laugh.

"You're such a sweet talker, mister."

Ms. Im playfully slaps your leg. You feel your cheeks heating up and you would've loved to feel her hand on your thigh just for a second longer.

"For real, though. Anything interesting in mind?"

She glances over at you with an encouraging smile on her lips.

"I was serious."

You chuckle.

"But apart from that we thought about going out later."

"Anywhere specific?"

The slight hint of hidden curiosity doesn't escape you. As much as you would love the idea of Ms. Im being insecure about you going out, you know it's just wishful thinking. She's just curious because of her son.

"A friend of ours has the house to herself for the weekend."

"Oh, I see."

You continue to glance at her hands as Ms. Im is applying the hand cream to her skin. Until now you never thought of fingers or hands as explicitly attractive parts of a person's body. But the way the white cream is partially covering her skin makes you shift around a little.

"And I'm sure your mom knows what you've planned?"

She gives you a cheeky, but knowing smile. One that warms your heart. You know that she is pretty chill about parties and all that. And of course you could lie, but you don't want to get caught the next time the two of them talk.

"Not exactly."

Ms. Im laughs again.

"Teenagers."

She continues to massage the cream into her skin. You would've loved to correct her. You're not a teenager, you're a man. But you know she'd just give you an amused laugh.

"Can't blame you though. I was once your age as well."

Your breath hitches when Ms. Im leans closer. Her smile widens a little and you know she caught on to that.

"It's gonna be our little secret."

She winks and smiles at you and you have the desperate urge to excuse yourself and head to the bathroom.

Ms. Im then ups the ante by placing her hand on your thigh.

"I hope you're able to keep it."

Suddenly you have the feeling she isn't talking about the party anymore. You try your best to stay calm and look into her eyes. Not just because you want to seem confident, but also because you're very aware of the fact that you can see her black bra shimmer through her green top. Earlier in class today it only seemed like imagination, but now when she sits so close, it's clear that it's definitely real.

"But you know me. I'm not the best in keeping my mouth shut."

Only now you notice how her tone has switched from warm to seductive. You don't know when it happened.

"I'm little chatter box."

You bite your lip. You pray that you're not dreaming. Is she really hinting at the thing you've been thinking about since she opened the door?

"I don't think you're that bad."

"Oh, really?"

Ms. Im's smile continues to play around her lips as she raises an eyebrow in disbelief.

"Yeah."

You look away. Out the window. Looking at her is starting to become too much.

"Oh, please. You're probably the person who knows the most of my son's embarrassing childhood moments. Even the ones he doesn't know himself."

The mention of your friend makes you remember that this his mom. That this is wrong. You shouldn't even be entertaining the thought of his mother wanting something from you.

But when you turn your head again to look at her, you catch Ms. Im looking down at your body, her teeth biting her lower lip. You glance down as well. Wearing a white shirt on such a hot day was a mistake. Even without moving much you're sweating. Or maybe it's because of her? The fabric is sticking to your well toned body.

"But I think you could help me."

"H-Help you?"

You see her having to repress a laugh at your nervousness.

"Yes. Help me."

By now she's almost whispering into your ear.

Then you feel two of her fingers slowly moving towards your crotch on your thigh. As if they're walking.

"If we share a secret, a very important one, I'm sure I can learn how to not tell anyone."

You know that she didn't mean anyone. She didn't mean your mother. She meant her husband. And your friend.

"I-I'm not sure about this."

You say that, but you're mentally kicking yourself.

"Just go with it!"

Your inner thoughts scream at you.

"Trust me, handsome. No one will ever find out."

Once the last word has left her lips, Ms. Im's fingers have reached the zipper of your jeans.

You finally manage to look into her eyes. A mixture of lust, excitement and amusement meets you.

"Oh oh."

She says as if it was an accident.

Your breath catches in your throat as she keeps eye contact. The noise of her opening your zipper is the only sound in the room. Both if you don't dare to breathe for a second.

Then, Ms. Im reaches into your pants. You feel her fingers search for a moment. You aren't wearing underwear and soon her fingers wrap around your length.

"Oh my god."

You whisper, which makes her smile.

"You never had a handjob before?"

Carefully shaking your head, you hope this will turn into more than a handjob.

Ms. Im takes your cock out of your jeans and looks down on it.

"Not bad. More than I usually deal with."

Her wicked grin and another teasing bite of her lip makes you shiver. Did she just tell you you're bigger than her husband? Your friend's dad?

"Do you like this?"

You can only nod as she strokes your length. She's doing it very slowly, almost too slowly. But you're sure she knows that all too well. Ms. Im always likes to tease. And it seems like she doesn't mind doing it with your cock in her hand as well.

"Want me to go a little faster?"

There it is. The innocent tone of her voice makes you even more desperate.

"Yeah."

Your voice sounds hoarse now.

"Say please."

Her whisper makes you bite your lip.

"Please, Ms. Im."

"That's a good boy."

You can't believe this is happening. Your head rolls back when your teacher picks up the pace a little.

"So nice..."

She murmurs and then looks you directly in the eyes.

"And so thick."

Your cock twitches in her hand, which only widens her smile.

"So you like it when someone compliments your cock?"

"I-I guess so."

"You guess?"

Ms. Im shakes her and you notice her teacher face appearing.

"Don't guess. You know, or you don't know. Do you guess when you take an exam?"

That'd be a yes, but you feel too good to ruin this right now.

"No. I like it."

"That's what I thought."

Ms. Im reaches for the bottle of hand cream once more.

"Do you want me to continue then? Do you want me to admire and praise your dick?"

She is saying that with such a nonchalant and innocent tone. It makes you buck your hips up into her hand.

"I'll take that as a yes."

Her smirk makes you melt further into the couch. Especially when she lets the bottle hover over your cock.

"I'm gonna have to empty this all over your cock. It's so big I won't be able to pleasure you properly otherwise."

You sigh when you feel the cold cream fall onto your tip.

"That's it."

Ms. Im begins to spread it all over your cock as she continues to talk. "I have to admit, your dick really looks nice. Long and thick...and look at those veins. I bet I'd feel every inch of you if you were pounding me."

The dirty talk alone is already challenging for you. Ms. Im talking about talking your cock is even worse. She continues to stroke you, which means you don't even get a break. Her cream is completely covering your cock now. She has picked up her pace again and the white substance sticks to her fingers and parts of your length.

"And with a cock like that? Your cum must taste amazing."

You watch her lick her lips which almost does it for you. If it weren't for the sound of the front door opening. Your eyes grow wide, but before you can even move, Ms. Im has already thrown a blanket over your lap.

It's the person you've been waiting for.

"Hey, mom."

He sees you sitting next to her.

"Hi, man. Sorry for being late."

"It's all good."

You know you sound weird. But it's hard to talk if your friend's mom is stroking your cock while he's standing right there.

"I'll take a quick shower and then I'm ready to go."

"Take your time."

This is the first time in your life that you really mean those words.

"He's right, honey."

Ms. Im looks into your eyes while her son walks out the room.

"Take your time."

Her handjob becomes quicker under the blanket and before you can say something about getting closer towards your limit, she places a finger over her lips, shushing you.

The two of you hear the lock of the bathroom door click. Then the shower starts.

"Come wit me."

Her devilish smile makes you expect the worst, but you still get up. Not just because you want to feel more of her body, but because she is holding onto your cock.

"Now..."

Ms. Im has reached the bathroom door.

"If you can keep it together until he's done, you can do whatever you want with me."

You swallow hard. Not sure what she is hinting at, but you nod your head in agreement.

"Which implies your chance of deciding where to dump your load as well of course."

Ms. Im gives you another wink.

Your breath hitches when you watch her reach down and take her panties off. She keeps the skirt on, but the black lace disappears into the right pocket of your jeans.

"Take me."

She gives you a quick kiss on the lips.

"Take me hard."

Too stunned to speak, you stay in place while Ms. Im turns around. She places her hands on the white wood of the door and slightly bends over.

"Come on. I've caught you staring at me thousands of times. I know you've fantasized about this exact moment. Put your cock in my pussy and your dreams will become reality."

You hesitate only a second and then you step closer. With a shaking breath you let your cock disappear underneath her skirt.

"Oh god."

A whisper escapes you when you feel her wet folds against your tip.

"Yes, right there. That's where your huge cock belongs."

You push into your friend's mom, penetrating the tight walls of her pussy. Your hands find themselves on her naked waist as you try to hold onto something. Her insides overwhelm you as you push deeper. A groan escapes your mouth when you bottom out inside of Ms. Im and you almost fall over, your legs shaking.

"God, yes. Fill me up."

She moans against the door and despite the running water you're afraid your friend is gonna hear her. That's why you want to take it slow, but you can't control yourself. Within a matter of seconds you thrust in and out of her at a quick pace, leaving Ms. Im a moaning mess.

"Deeper. Harder."

She half whispers, half moans. Her hands hold onto the wood for support as you basically fuck her against it. You pull her hips back whenever you push forward, making her take your entire cock.

"Fuck. You are stretching me out so well. Your cock is amazing."

Her breathless sighs and moans makes it harder for you to keep your composure.

You still can't believe your fucking your teacher, your friend's mom, while he's showering on the other side of the door. It feels wrong and you think you should stop. But you also know that it's too late to turn around. You already had a taste of Ms. Im's pussy by now and you are sure you won't be able to live without it from now on.

"Keep going, yes."

Her moans begin to increase in volume.

"Ruin this pussy, baby."

You decide to silence her, afraid she might get you caught. Even over the running shower you can clearly hear her.

"Make me your-"

As much as you would've loved to know the ending to that sentence, your hand seals her mouth right before she finishes it. Your other hand still holds her waist and now you are able to fuck her a little harder.

Ms. Im moans into your hand. You feel her drooling onto your palm a little as the pleasure overwhelms her. Unfortunately, you become louder as well. Your grunts increase in volume as you near your end and the continuous thrusting makes you grow tired. You know it won't be long until the shower stops running. It can only be a matter of minutes.

Afraid you might not last that long, you lean forward and rest your lips right next to Ms. Im's ear. If these are your final moments, you might as well say everything you ever wanted to say to her.

"You're so fucking sexy."

You groan into her mouth while your cock plunges deeper into her snatch.

"I dream about fucking you in your class constantly."

Ms. Im moans into your hand in response as if she's challenging you to do it the next time you're in her class.

"Whenever you lecture us about anything I just wanna shut you up by putting my cock in your mouth."

You feel yourself getting closer towards your orgasm. Your rhythm starts to become irregular.

"I-fuck..."

You feel Ms. Im's tight pussy hugging you even more, making it even harder to move inside of her.

"I want to cover your face with my cum. Make you look like the slut I always imagined you to be."

It hits you in that exact moment that this really isn't your imagination anymore. This is real. Your inside Ms. Im's pussy. You're fucking her. Her walls are threatening to make you cum.

That's when the shower stops. You only realize the water is off a couple of seconds later. Instinctively, you let go of Ms. Im's mouth and slow down. Which proves to be difficult, because by now you really are right on the edge.

But instead of pushing you off of her and leading you away, Ms. Im just turns her head and looks at you. Her eyes are filled with lust and you catch her lower lip quivering.

"Do it."

She whispers.

"Do it right now."

You don't understand at first, but when she placed a hand your abdomen and pushes you a step back, you realize what she means. Your cock slowly leaves her tight cavern, her juices making it easy for you to slide out. Once she isn't filled anymore, Ms. Im turns around fully. She gives you another deep kiss and then looks into your eyes.

"Now make me look like the slut that I am."

She gets on her knees right in front of you. Your breath hitches. Ms. Im wraps her hand around your cock once more. Instead of her cream, it's her juices that make it a smooth handjob. It only takes her a couple of strokes to push you over the edge.

The only thing you see before you have to close your eyes is Ms. Im on her knees, eyes closed and lips firmly pressed together, waiting for you to shower her with your cum. Your orgasm hits harder than ever before. You almost lose your balance. You feel your built up load leave your body.

When you finally manage to open your eyes, you look down at a cum covered Ms. Im. Her lips and nose got hit with the most of your semen, while her closed eyes and one cheek got some of it as well.

You let out a deep breath, too tired, too baffled to say anything.

Then the klick of the door lock echoes in your head.

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Hi everyone!

This is chapter number 50! I can't believe I actually wrote this many colour chapters already. And I keep getting more and more requests. My list of chapters that I am going to write has already surpassed the 150 mark. So stay tuned for the next chapters!

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authorhjk1 · 28 days ago

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Please write SNSD Yoona's birthday smut. I asked last time, but you asked me to tell you again a week ago, so I'm asking again.

May 30, 2025

(Yoona X Male Reader) wordcount: 8410 words

Yoona lets out a soft gasp as she gazes out the taxi window. The driver says something in French that she can’t quite catch, but she’s far too captivated by the scenery to even try to understand.

The clear blue ocean stretches endlessly, its waves glimmering under the evening sun. Rocky cliffs rise in the distance, their jagged edges glowing gold in the fading light. Below, the beaches curve like smooth ribbons of pale sand. The small town of Cassis comes into view, its narrow streets lined with pastel-colored houses and bustling cafés. Perched on a nearby hill, she spots what looks like a small medieval castle, its silhouette outlined against the soft pink sky.

She lets out a sigh of relief, feeling her shoulders drop. She made the right choice. For months now, she’s longed for a vacation. Something quiet, something peaceful. No crowds, no busy city noise. Just a warm beach and a small town where she could breathe, relax, and clear her mind. Cassis, a hidden gem in southern France, had caught her eye while browsing travel sites a few weeks ago. The hotel listing promised ocean views and just a few minutes’ walk to the Mediterranean shore. Now, seeing it with her own eyes, she knows it’s even more beautiful than she imagined.

As the taxi winds through the narrow streets toward the hotel, the sky deepens into rich purples and oranges. The journey from Korea has been long and tiring, and Yoona feels the weight of travel on her. Tonight, she decides, she’ll find a simple restaurant nearby, enjoy a quiet dinner, and explore the town tomorrow when she feels relaxed and full of new energy.

When the taxi pulls up in front of the small hotel, the last rays of sunlight catch on the white stone walls and the delicate wrought-iron balconies. It’s less like a hotel, she realizes, and more like a charming holiday house divided into flats. She steps out, stretching her legs, and pulls her suitcase from the trunk. After paying the driver and offering a polite “merci,” she turns toward the entrance with a flutter of anticipation.

A woman in her fifties opens the door just as Yoona rings the bell, her smile warm and welcoming.

“Welcome to Cassis."

The woman says cheerfully.

“Hello."

Yoona replies, smiling back.

“It’s really beautiful here.”

The woman’s French accent wraps around the words, making them feel soft and charming, even if Yoona has to concentrate a bit harder to catch every syllable.

After the formalities, the hostess leads her through the entrance hall, past light-colored stone walls and polished tile floors, and up a sleek staircase.

Soon, they stand in front of a turquise door.

“Here you go, honey.”

The woman says kindly, handing over the key.

Yoona steps into her holiday flat and stops, taking it all in.

The space is sleek and modern, far more stylish than she’d imagined. The walls are painted a bold, deep violet that somehow works beautifully with the soft gray curtains and light floor tiles. A large, low bed with a silky bronze cover glints softly under the light from a sparkling chandelier overhead. By the wall, a black leather sofa offers a cozy spot to relax, while the sliding glass doors open onto a balcony furnished with rattan chairs and splashes of colorful cushions. Through the glass, Yoona can see the tops of pine trees and, just beyond, the glimmer of the Mediterranean Sea under the fading sunset.

What truly catches her breath, though, is the photograph mounted proudly on the wall above the bed.

It’s a stunning, high-resolution image of the ocean. The waves are glittering under the sun like a field of tiny diamonds. But the highlight of the shot is a majestic whale captured mid-leap, its powerful back still submerged while its massive fin sends a spray of water droplets arcing into the air. The droplets catch the light perfectly, making the whole scene look as though it’s been sprinkled with stardust. Yoona can’t help but step closer, drawn into the image as if she can feel the salty air on her skin.

She smiles, feeling the weariness of her journey melt away just a little. Setting her luggage down near the foot of the bed, she runs her fingers lightly over the cool surface of the bedside table, then looks out again through the balcony doors. The peaceful sound of the sea, the soft colors of dusk, and the promise of a quiet night make her excited for the next days to come.

Yoona takes a few moments to wander slowly through the flat, trailing her fingers across the smooth countertop by the small kitchenette, opening a few cabinets out of curiosity. She tucks her suitcase neatly beside the wardrobe and carefully unpacks a few essentials. Her toiletries, a fresh, cute dress for tomorrow and her favorite paperback novel that she always travels with.

Deciding she doesn’t want to venture too far tonight, she grabs her small shoulder bag and heads back downstairs.

The hostess is still in the front hall, flipping through a ledger behind the counter. She looks up with the same warm smile when Yoona approaches.

“Excuse me."

Yoona says as she walks up to her.

"Do you know a good place where I can get dinner nearby?”

The woman’s face lights up.

“Ah, yes! You should go to one of the restaurants at the marina. Very good food, fresh fish, beautiful view.”

Yoona tilts her head slightly.

“Can I walk there?”

“Of course, of course! About fifteen minutes by foot. Very easy.”

The hostess reaches behind the counter and pulls out a small stack of flyers. She hands one to Yoona, the glossy paper slightly cool and smooth to the touch.

“Here. This will help you find it. Has the names of restaurants, cafés… even the little museums and shops.”

Yoona murmurs her thanks and steps aside, her eyes drawn to the flyer’s cover.

It’s another photograph, and it’s breathtaking.

The image shows the marina at sunrise. The sky is painted in delicate pastel shades: soft peach blending into lavender, fading upward into pale blue. The water reflects the colors perfectly, like a liquid mirror, broken only by the slender silhouettes of moored sailboats. The masts rise like fine ink strokes against the glowing sky, their reflections stretching downward in rippling lines. Along the edge of the marina, the white stone buildings are touched by the first warm rays of sun, casting long, gentle shadows. There’s a hush to the scene, a sense of stillness just before the world wakes up.

At the bottom corner of the photograph, Yoona’s gaze catches a small detail. Two initials, written in graceful, almost delicate script: JK.

She tilts her head slightly, curious. The photographer? she wonders, feeling a flicker of intrigue. The composition is so beautiful, so full of feeling, whoever captured this moment has an eye for light, for mood, for quiet magic.

She smiles softly to herself, tucking the flyer carefully into her bag. With one last glance at the peaceful front hall behind her, Yoona steps out into the fresh evening air, ready to discover a bit of Cassis and enjoy the first night of her birthday getaway.

Yoona walks slowly down the narrow street, her sandals softly clicking on the warm cobblestones. The air is filled with the faint scent of salt and blooming flowers, and the gentle hush of the sea carries on the evening breeze.

To her right, the street opens up to a stunning view. The deep blue ocean stretching wide, its surface now kissed by the lavender glow of dusk. A beautiful beach runs along the edge of the town, the golden sand still holding the warmth of the sun. A few couples walk barefoot near the waterline, leaving delicate prints behind, while children chase the last waves before being called in for the night.

Yoona pauses, pulling out her phone. She lifts it carefully, framing the scene: the soft ripple of the water, the pastel sky, the silhouettes of the little boats anchored further out. She snaps a few shots, smiling quietly at the peaceful beauty captured on her screen.

Finally, she continues on, following the map on the flyer until she reaches the marina. The restaurant is easy to spot. Small tables set outside under a striped awning, strings of warm fairy lights wrapped around the railing, and the low hum of quiet conversation filling the air.

Yoona picks an empty table at the front, where she can watch the boats bobbing gently in the water. She settles in, smoothing her hands over the tablecloth, and lets out a contented sigh. This was exactly what she needed.

After a few minutes, a cheerful young waitress comes over, smiling as she greets Yoona with a polite,

“Bonsoir!”

She places a menu on the table and disappears inside, leaving Yoona to browse.

The menu cover is a photograph of the restaurant itself, taken at sunset. The light is golden and soft, painting the marina and the boats in a dreamy glow. She flips it open and scans through the offerings, eyes dancing over descriptions of fresh seafood, handmade pasta, crisp salads. Her gaze lands on a dish featuring salmon, prepared with local herbs and served alongside roasted vegetables and lemon butter. Her mouth waters a little as she smiles, decision made.

When the waitress returns, Yoona points to the dish on the menu and orders.

“I’ll have this, please.”

As she’s about to hand the menu back, her eyes catch on a tiny detail in the bottom corner of the cover. The initials JK. Her heart gives a little flicker of recognition.

“Excuse me."

She has to ask, her curiosity getting the better of her.

"Do you know who took this photo? I saw these initials,JK on another picture earlier.”

The waitress brightens, clearly happy to answer.

“Ah! Yes, that’s the photographer. He lives here in Cassis. His pictures are quite famous . At least in France, and across Europe, too. You see his work in many places around here. He’s… how do you say… a local treasure.”

Yoona’s fingers lightly brush the corner of the menu where the initials are printed. She smiles thoughtfully, a new spark of intrigue settling in her chest.

As the waitress heads back inside, Yoona leans back in her chair, glancing once more at the marina bathed in twilight. She takes a slow breath, feeling the quiet promise that her birthday trip might turn out even more interesting than she first imagined.

Yoona takes her time with her meal, savoring each bite of the delicate salmon, the roasted vegetables perfectly seasoned, the crisp glass of white wine that pairs beautifully with the fresh flavors. She watches the marina as the night deepens, the masts swaying gently in the breeze and the reflections dancing on the darkening water.

By the time she finishes and settles the bill, she feels comfortably full, her body pleasantly relaxed from the wine and the sea air.

Instead of walking back through the streets, she decides to take the more scenic route. Down by the beach.

She slips off her sandals, holding them in one hand as she steps barefoot onto the cool sand. The night air is soft, and the waves reach lazily up the shore, occasionally brushing against her toes. She walks slowly, feeling the fine grains shift under her feet, breathing in the salty air. A thin mist has begun to gather over the water, curling in delicate tendrils that glow faintly under the moonlight.

Eventually, she reaches the end of the beach, where a low cliff juts out, its rocky base partly swallowed by the tide. A small wooden stairway is built into the cliff, leading back up toward the town.

Yoona is about to head up when she notices movement out of the corner of her eye. Someone is kneeling on one of the larger rocks near the base of the cliff.

It’s a man, holding a camera, his posture focused and intent as he adjusts the lens.

For a brief second, Yoona’s heart skips. Could this be the photographer she’s been hearing about? But she quickly dismisses the thought. It’s too much of a coincidence, surely.

Still, something draws her forward.

She walks carefully across the sand, approaching him with a polite smile.

“Hello."

She says softly, holding up her phone.

“Would you mind… taking a picture of me?”

The man glances up, his eyes sharp and thoughtful. He gives a small, apologetic smile.

“The fog will lower the quality."

He says in lightly accented English.

"But… sure, if you like.”

Yoona steps forward to hand him her phone, but he gently shakes his head, lifting his camera slightly.

“This will capture your beauty much better than a phone ever could.”

Heat rises to Yoona’s cheeks at the unexpected compliment, and she lets out a soft, flustered laugh.

“O-okay,"

She agrees, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

She turns, positioning herself so her back faces the sea, and instinctively shifts into a graceful, practiced stance. She’s posed for thousands of pictures before and it shows. There’s a natural elegance in the way she holds herself, the subtle turn of her chin, the softness in her gaze.

The man is quiet behind the camera, but his fingers move deftly, adjusting settings, snapping a few shots, stepping slightly to one side, then the other. His eyes are drawn to the effortless way she transforms in front of the lens. Poised yet genuine, her presence filling the frame with an understated intensity.

Suddenly, the slow sweep of a lighthouse beam arcs across the dark water.

The man’s breath catches slightly, an idea flickering to life.

“Wait."

He murmurs. He gestures toward the rock he had been kneeling on.

“Would you stand up there for a moment?”

Yoona hesitates, glancing between him and the rock. She’s unsure of his intentions but senses no threat. Only a quiet focus, an artist’s attention.

She steps carefully onto the rock, balancing as she turns to face him.

He lifts the camera again, watching intently as the lighthouse beam slowly returns. His finger hovers over the shutter.

“Hold that pose."

The light cuts across the shore, and in that precise moment, the camera clicks.

The photograph captures Yoona bathed in the ethereal glow of the lighthouse, the mist in the night air catching the beam so that the entire scene shimmers with an almost dreamlike quality. She stands framed by light, the fog, the sea, a figure suspended between earth and ocean, between shadow and brilliance.

You lift the camera again, feeling the weight of it steady in your hands, and wait for the slow return of the lighthouse beam. Yoona stands gracefully on the rock, the ocean stretching out behind her, the fog curling softly in the night air. As soon as the light sweeps over her, you press the shutter. Click. Another perfect capture. Without a word, she shifts. A small tilt of her head, a delicate change in posture, a gentle curve of her arm. You don’t need to tell her what to do. She moves instinctively, reading the moment, sensing the light.

And you… you can’t help but be quietly captivated.

You take a few more shots, timing each one carefully with the beam of the lighthouse, until the light finally fades and she steps down from the rock. For a moment, you hesitate. You want to say something. To thank her, to keep this connection going. But your words stick in your throat. Finally, you clear your voice softly.

“Would it be alright if I sent you these pictures?”

You ask, trying to sound casual.

“Maybe… your number or email?”

Your heart beats just a little faster. You know you’re asking for something personal, and you don’t want to make her uncomfortable. Yoona pauses for just a second, glancing at you thoughtfully. She’s clearly weighing it, you’re still a stranger, after all, but then a soft, knowing smile touches her lips. There’s something about you, something about this strange, beautiful moment, that feels comfortable, familiar.

And maybe, she senses, you’re hoping for a little more than just sharing pictures.

She gives a small nod.

“Alright."

She says quietly, pulling out her phone and reading off her number.

Relief and a flicker of excitement warm your chest as you save it carefully.

“I’ll send them tonight."

You promise, offering her a smile.

You both exchange a soft goodbye. You watch her walkup the stairs, her figure slowly blending into the dark cliff, until she disappears into the distance.

Back in her room, Yoona steps inside, placing her sandals by the door. She walks over to the photograph above the bed. The stunning shot of the whale, its back half still submerged, its fin sending glittering droplets into the air.

A sudden thought makes her pause.

"Wait… I never asked for his name."

Her eyes flick down to the corner of the picture, where the elegant initials JK are marked.

"Could it have been… him?"

A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she touches the frame lightly with her fingertips.

She’ll find out soon enough.

Yoona steps into the small but beautifully tiled bathroom, letting the warm shower water wash away the salt and sand from her walk along the beach. She tilts her head back, eyes closed, feeling the tension melt from her shoulders.

After drying off, she wraps herself in the soft robe provided by the flat, towel-dries her hair, and then moves in front of the small mirror. She runs a brush through her damp strands, smoothing them out before slipping into a light pajama set. By the time she climbs into bed, the night outside has deepened into a peaceful hush. The window is slightly open, letting in the faint sound of the waves and the cool, salty air.

Yoona settles under the covers, phone in hand, aimlessly scrolling through her messages and social media. She’s just about to put it aside when a notification pops up. An unfamiliar number, a new message.

Her heart gives a small, excited jump.

Opening it, she finds a text from you:

"Hey, it’s me. I wanted to send you the pictures. Hope you like them :)"

Attached are several image files.

Yoona eagerly taps them open one by one. The first few are the casual shots by the beach, which look lovely. But when she gets to the ones with the light of the lighthouse, she actually lets out a small, surprised breath.

They’re stunning.

In the photos, she’s bathed in the dramatic, sweeping light of the lighthouse beam, the fog curling softly around her like something out of a dream. The combination of light, mist, and her poised figure makes her look almost ethereal — like she belongs in another world.

Without thinking, she types back quickly:

"Wow… these are amazing. Thank you so much for taking such beautiful pictures."

A moment later, you reply:

"You don’t have to thank me. It was an honor to photograph someone as gorgeous as you."

Yoona feels her cheeks flush, smiling at the unexpected compliment as she sinks deeper into the pillows.

The conversation doesn’t stop there. You two end up texting for another hour or two, the exchange flowing easily despite only having just met. She learns you’re local to Cassis, that you’ve lived here for years, and it comes up that she’s here as a tourist, alone for her relaxing week on the beach.

You offer, a little shyly, to show her around tomorrow.

“Like a personal guide.”

You say, half-joking.

Yoona hesitates for a moment, then types back:

"That sounds really nice. I’d love that."

The both of you say good night to each other.

As Yoona sets her phone on the nightstand and curls under the blankets, she can’t help but smile.

She closes her eyes, her thoughts drifting to you. The quiet photographer with the gentle eyes, the one who made her feel like she stepped out of a dream tonight.

Before long, she’s fast asleep, the sound of the sea mingling with the soft rhythm of her breathing, the promise of tomorrow dancing in her dreams.

The next morning, you arrive at Yoona’s flat a little before nine, carrying a small bouquet of wildflowers you picked up from a stall by the marina. She opens the door with a bright smile, her hair loosely tied back, dressed casually in a light black dress and sandals.

“Good morning."

She says, a touch of shyness in her voice as she accepts the flowers with a soft laugh.

You lead her down to a cozy café near the square for breakfast, where you both sit at a small table under a striped awning, sipping fresh coffee and sharing flaky croissants with butter and jam. Conversation flows easily. She tells you about Korea, about how she wanted a quiet relaxing trip, and you share little details about growing up in Cassis, about your love for photography and the way light plays off the sea here.

After breakfast, you wander through the town together.

You show her the narrow, winding streets with their pastel houses, the tiny art galleries hidden in side alleys, the old stone steps that climb up to the small castle she’d noticed on the hill when she first arrived. She stops often, lifting her phone to take pictures, though you notice she sometimes glances at you as if comparing her photos to the ones you might have captured.

At the small local museum, you explore side by side. Old maritime relics, paintings by local artists, and a photography exhibit featuring, to Yoona’s quiet delight, several works signed JK. She glances at you playfully, her eyes sparkling with suspicion. You just smile softly and say nothing.

By midday, you take her to a seaside restaurant for lunch. Fresh grilled fish, crisp salads, and glasses of cold rosé under the shade of an umbrella. Afterward, with the sun high overhead, you both decide to head down to the beach.

You sit together on the sand, shoes off, feeling the warm grains between your toes. Yoona laughs as she splashes her feet in the water, the waves playful and cool. For a while, you both just watch the horizon, letting the peaceful rhythm of the sea fill the space between conversations.

As evening approaches, you bring her to a restaurant you know. One tucked slightly away from the busier marina, quieter, more intimate. You’re given a table outside, where soft candlelight flickers gently between you.

Yoona looks radiant in the evening glow, her hair catching the fading sunlight, her eyes warm and relaxed from the day’s adventures.

You sip wine together, the conversation turning softer, deeper. She leans forward sometimes, her fingers lightly tracing the base of her glass, laughing at something you say. You can feel the shift between you, the gentle hum of attraction growing stronger, unspoken but undeniable.

Dinner lingers well past sunset, the air cooling slightly but the candles keeping your table bathed in a soft, romantic glow.

You press Yoona gently but firmly against the door outside her flat, your mouth on hers. Her hands clutch at your shirt, fingers curling into the fabric as she pulls you closer.

The kiss is slow at first, exploratory, her breath catching softly as your lips brush over hers again and again, but soon it deepens, the restraint between you slipping away.

Her back arches just slightly as she melts into you, the world around you both narrowing to this one heated, breathless moment.

Somewhere in the distance, you hear the faint echo of the sea, the whisper of the waves, but all you can focus on is the taste of her lips, the press of her body, the way her hands tighten on you as if she’s been waiting for this all day.

Your lips stay locked as Yoona presses herself closer against you, the soft warmth of her breath mingling with yours. But after a long, breathless moment, she pulls back just slightly, her chest rising and falling as she looks up at you.

There’s a flicker of hesitation in her dark eyes. Not out of doubt, but out of the natural caution she’s always had. And yet… there’s something stronger in her now, a pulse of excitement running through her veins, telling her she wants more, that she wants this.

Her lips curl into a faint, almost teasing smile.

“Do you… want to come inside?”

She whispers, her voice low, a little breathless.

You don’t need to answer with words.

A moment later, you’re both moving through the open door, hands tangled, mouths finding each other again in a hungry kiss.

Yoona lets out a soft gasp as your tongue meets hers, her arms pulling you even closer, one hand sliding up into your hair, fingers tightening just slightly. The other tugs at your collar, drawing you down as she leans back. Her hips bump against the edge of the small wooden table behind her, and without thinking, she lifts one leg to wrap around yours, drawing you even tighter against her. With a small, breathless laugh, you guide her back, lifting her smoothly onto the table’s surface. Her hands stay on you, holding on as if she doesn’t want to let you go, as the kisses deepen and your heartbeats quicken.

Your palm moves instinctively to hold the thigh of her wrapped leg, fingers sliding just slightly along the soft skin, while your other hand rises, cradling the back of her head, guiding her into another long, lingering kiss.

You can feel the tension vibrating between you. The way your body aches to pull her closer. The way she leans into you, her breath catching as she meets you kiss for kiss, movement for movement.

And yet, somewhere under the heat, you still wait, holding yourself back, waiting for her signal, her permission.

Yoona senses it, feels the way you’re barely containing yourself and that realization only makes her pulse race faster.

She breaks the kiss just slightly, leaning in close to your ear, her voice a whisper.

“Explore.”

The single word is like a spark.

You feel her shiver slightly as your hand slides down from the back of her head, tracing the delicate curve of her back, moving lower until your fingers rest at her waist, then her hips, then the soft firmness of her ass.

Yoona’s breath hitches and she responds by slipping her hands to the buttons of your shirt, quickly undoing the top few. Her fingertips dive underneath the fabric, gliding over the warm skin beneath, tracing your chest, your sides, drawing you even closer.

The air between you feels electric now, the room narrowing down to just the two of you, tangled, breathless, poised at the edge of something that neither of you wants to stop.

You’re both lost in the rhythm of each other’s touch. Your hands roaming her waist, her back, feeling the soft curves beneath the thin fabric of her dress. Yoona’s breath warms against your mouth as she presses in closer, fingers sliding under your shirt, nails grazing lightly over your skin.

You can’t help it. The words slip out in a low, almost awed mumble between kisses.

“God… you’re perfect… like you were sculpted. You’re not even real, are you?”

You feel her body shiver slightly against yours, the compliment sparking something even deeper in her. But then, just as you’re about to pull her in again, she suddenly pulls back, her eyes bright and glinting with a spark of excitement.

“Get your camera."

She says softly.

You blink, heart racing, confused for a moment.

The camera?

But the way she looks at you - playful, daring - leaves no room for questions.

You fumble back toward the door, where your camera bag lies half-forgotten, dropped in the heat of the moment when you first stumbled inside together. Your fingers close around the familiar strap, and when you turn back, the sight in front of you steals your breath.

Yoona has lit several candles scattered around the room, their warm, golden light flickering over the walls, casting soft, dancing shadows that make the air feel intimate, enchanted. Before you can even fully take it in, she’s already pulling you back toward her, her lips crashing onto yours once more. The camera is still in your hand, slightly awkward, but you barely notice. You taste the faint trace of wine and the sweetness of her lipstick on her mouth. You inhale the subtle scent of her skin, mingled with the salt of the ocean air still clinging faintly to your clothes.

Slowly, the two of you edge toward the bed, the movement unhurried but hungry, every step drawn out by the deep pull between you. Your legs bump against the mattress, and before you can react, Yoona presses a hand to your chest and gives a firm push.

You land flat on your back, the bed creaking softly beneath you, heart pounding as she climbs onto you, straddling your waist with effortless grace. She leans in close, her lips brushing your ear as she whispers.

“Start taking pictures.”

It takes you a second to fully process her words, but when you do, you fumble to bring the camera up, breath tight in your throat.

From your angle, lying beneath her, Yoona looks taller, almost regal, the curves of her body framed by the play of light and shadow. The candlelight glows warmly against her silhouette, her face mostly veiled in darkness, leaving the shape of her figure illuminated like something from a dream, almost unreal.

Your breath hitches as she takes your free hand and places it on her bare thigh, the skin smooth and soft under your palm. You feel her guide your hand slowly upward, and with every inch, the hem of her dress lifts slightly, teasingly.

Your heart pounds as your fingers brush higher, the camera clicking softly between you, but just when you’re about to see more, Yoona lets your hand fall back down with a soft laugh, as if she’s teasing not just you, but the camera itself.

You stare up at her, completely captivated, the lens trembling slightly in your hand as you take shot after shot, each one capturing a version of her that feels both intimate and untouchable.

Yoona stays perched on top of you, her legs folded neatly around your waist as she slowly raises her arms above her head, her body stretching elegantly in the candlelight.

Click

You take another picture, heart pounding.

She lets one arm fall back down, her other hand resting lightly on her head, fingers curling through her hair, her gaze sultry and calm.

Click

Another photo. Her side profile now, the elegant line of her jaw, the softness of her mouth slightly parted.

She shifts again, gathering her hair into a makeshift ponytail, exposing the delicate curve of her neck, the smooth sweep of her shoulder.

Click

You can barely breathe as you capture her through the lens, mesmerized by the way she moves, by how she plays with the light and shadows.

Then she places one hand firmly on your chest and leans back slightly, arching her back, her other hand still cradling her head, her lips parted, eyes half-lidded.

Click

Another breathtaking image, another moment sealed forever.

But then, Yoona’s hands move slowly, deliberately, to the hem of her dress. You watch, breath tight, as she begins to lift it, inch by inch. Without realizing it, you let the camera lower onto the mattress beside you, your attention entirely consumed by her. Your eyes follow every movement, every inch of newly revealed skin. The soft dip of her waist. The smooth stretch of her stomach. The elegant curve of her hips.

By the time she’s peeled the dress fully away, she’s left in nothing but a red bra and matching panties, the warm candlelight playing across her glowing skin. You’re still staring, caught somewhere between awe and desire, when she lets out a soft, slightly embarrassed laugh.

“Aren’t you going to keep taking pictures?”

She teases, her voice light and breathless.

Jolted back to reality, you fumble briefly for the camera, lifting it again with shaky hands.

Click

A shot of her kneeling above you, her eyes sparkling mischievously.

Yoona shifts again, one thumb slipping under the thin strap of her bra, drawing it slightly down her shoulder. You feel yourself react instinctively, the tightness in your chest, the tension building between you, the way her movements pull you deeper under her spell.

Click

Another shot as the strap slides halfway down her arm.

Click

A second strap, now loose, slipping delicately around her other arm.

Click

Yoona smiles faintly, fingers reaching behind her back, fumbling lightly for the clasp of her bra. With a soft click, the fabric loosens, held in place now by just one hand at the center.

You hear yourself exhale sharply, your breath catching in your throat, your heart racing. And you take another picture of her kneeling on top of you as she holds her bra.

Yoona had always known she was beautiful. It was something people told her every day, in passing compliments, in lingering stares, in admiring smiles. But here, now, straddling you in the flickering candlelight, with your wide, breathless gaze fixed solely on her, she feels something entirely different. This isn't casual admiration. This is raw, unfiltered desire, and it stirs something deep inside her. Her confidence swells with every glance you steal, with every shaky breath you take as your eyes trace her body like it is a masterpiece. She feels powerful, sexy, untouchable. And yet completely wanted. Your genuine, wordless awe makes her heart race, makes her bolder, makes her want to tease, to dare, to peel back every layer and show you just how captivating she can be. For the first time in a long time, Yoona doesn't just look sexy. She feels it, burning through her veins, humming under her skin, making her want more.

Yoona’s breath shivers softly as she slowly lets the bra slip from her fingers, the delicate red fabric falling to the mattress beside you. She keeps one hand draped loosely across her chest, but even so, you can see the gentle curve of her small, perky breasts, the candlelight gliding over her skin like liquid gold.

You hesitate, just for a heartbeat, before lifting the camera again.

Click

She watches you, her eyes dark and shimmering, and then, with a teasing slowness, she lets her hand fall away completely.

Your breath catches.

Her bare chest is now fully revealed, and for a long, pulsing second, both you and the camera are utterly transfixed. The soft swell of her breasts, the way her skin glows in the flickering light, the delicate tension in her posture. She’s mesmerizing.

You lift a hand almost without thinking, fingers reaching gently, reverently, to brush over the perfect curve of one breast.

Click

The camera captures the moment, but your focus is divided. Your touch, her warmth, the rising heat between you.

Then Yoona surprises you.

She takes your hand carefully away from her chest, guiding it upward, toward her mouth. Without breaking eye contact, she draws two of your fingers past her lips, closing around them slowly, teasingly, her tongue pressing lightly against your skin. Your breath stutters as you snap another picture, though now your arm blocks part of the view, hiding her chest from the lens, but still leaving enough to stir your pulse even faster.

While your fingers rest inside her mouth, you watch as her own hands slip down her body, smooth and sure, traveling over her stomach until they reach her hips. With a playful, sultry little tug, she hikes the waistband of her red panties just slightly higher, framing the curve of her hips, showing herself off in a way that’s equal parts bold and graceful.

Click

Another shot, though you barely remember pressing the shutter.

Finally, she lets your fingers fall gently from her mouth, her lips curving into a faint, playful smile.

“Am I…”

She breathes, voice low, teasing,

“still beautiful?”

For a moment, you can’t find your voice. You feel the words rising, but they come out instinctively, without thought. Not in English, but in a soft, reverent murmur of French.

“Tu es magnifique… hors de ce monde…”

Yoona blinks, her cheeks flushing lightly even though she doesn’t understand. But the tone, the quiet sincerity in your voice, makes her heart flutter all the same. She feels your clothed cock press against her core, which finally makes her break the moment of silence between the two of you.

"Take them off."

Her whisper is low and filled with lust. For a moment you're not sure what she's talking about. But the your eyes fall on her panties. With your free hand you reach for them. Slowly, you begin to pull them down and Yoona lifts her body a little. You take another picture with the hem of her panties right above her pussy.

The two of you make eye contact again and then you carefully pull the red fabric off and down her thighs. Your camera falls onto the mattress, forgotten for the rest of the night. You can't take your eyes off her flawless center. Her small, beautiful folds hide her clit and the entrance to her snatch. While one hand draws circles around her labia, the other holds onto her waist for support.

Yoona lets out an embarrassed moan, suddenly very aware of the fact that she's completely naked while you're fully clothed. Her mind gets overwhelmed by your teasing fingertips which brush against her folds without actually touching her properly. Her own fingers move down to undo your pants.

So far the night has started at a slow pace, but now the flame of passion as turned into a full blown fire. When you finally brush with your thumb over her clit, Yoona is taking out your hard cock. She looks down on it as she wraps a hand around your length, but you can't see her expression, her face in the dark. Only her eyes seem to reflect your own lust. As she gently strokes your cock and you carefully play with her folds, the two of you communicate without talking. Yoona lifts herself further off of you, her red panties gliding down her thighs. She moves along your body and then turns around. A moment later she's basically lying on top of you. Her pussy is mere inches away from your face, while you feel her lips graze your cock.

"So pretty."

You murmur to yourself as you wrap your hands around her waist. Pulling her close, you stick out your tongue to taste Yoona for the first time. Simultaneously she wraps her lips around the tip of your cock, one of her hands holding its base, the other lies flat on your thigh.

The two of you pleasure each other, your hot bodies melting together. Everything about Yoona is perfect and her pussy is definitely no exception. You let your tongue brush over her folds and past her clit, making her moan around your cock. The vibration sends shivers along your spine, which makes you dig your fingers into her soft waist even further. Yoona is eagerly sucking on your cock, trying to satisfy you as much as you are satisfying her. It's a competition, but teamwork at the same time.

You don't know how much time you already spent with her lying on top of you, but you don't care. You could eat her pussy the whole night and still crave more. One of your hands moves from her waist to her ass, exploring her tight cheeks, before giving each of them a squeeze. In response to that, you feel Yoona removing her hand from your base. A moment later you feel your tip brush against the back of her mouth. First it's kinda hard, then some sort of soft squishiness. A moment later your tip slips down her throat.

"Oh god!"

You gasp into her pussy at the unexpected move. Instinctively your hips thrust into her mouth and you feel yourself going even deeper. You make Yoona choke on accident, but you reward her by pressing your tongue flat against her clit. You apply pressure, making her squirm a little. She eventually lifts her head off your cock to catch her breath.

"It feels so good."

She moans, but you're not sure if she means your cock or your tongue. You continue to eat her out either way, while your hand on her ass moves a little lower. A jolt of new sensations rushes through Yoona when she feels one of your fingers graze her puckered hole. It feels good, but unfamiliar. She begins to move on top of you, deciding that she's doesn't want that right now.

You want to apologize, afraid that you overstepped a boundary, but she isn't saying anything, so you stay quiet. Yoona moves back to her original position with her pussy now hovering above your stiff cock. But this time she isn't facing you. You have an amazing view of her flawless back and firm ass. One of her hands moves along her folds, gathering some of her slick, before she uses reaches down and gives your cock a few more strokes. You shiver in anticipation as you Yoona looks over her shoulder back at you. She bites her lip, the light of the candles dancing on her face. You watch your tip disappear and you can feel how her wet folds take your shaft in.

The feeling of being inside Yoona's pussy has your head spinning. You instinctively reach out to her, your hands finding her butt. You stop her from lowering herself even further for a moment.

"You're so tight."

The words leave your lips before you can hold them back.

"You're so big."

Yoona replies with a sigh herself, her head rolling back.

Eventually, you loosen your grip on her ass, allowing her to continue her way down your cock. It feels like it takes hours. You watch her pussy lips stretch around your cock, tightly gripping it while they slide down along your length.

"Oh my god, oh my god."

Yoona whispers when her ass meets your hips. You're fully buried inside of her.

The two of you don't move, savoring the feeling of being connected like this. Only what feels like half an hour, Yoona slowly begins to lift herself up. Your hands glide up along her back to support her. When only your tip rests inside her snug pussy, you hear another shakey breath escape her lips, before she moves down again.

Yoona begins to ride you in reverse. Slowly. As she's getting to know your cock, adjusting to its size inside of her. You watch her hair slowly sway from left to right in the rhythm of her steady bounces.

After a couple of minutes, Yoona begins to pick up the pace a little. You feel her pussy glide up and down your length. Her tight lips hug your cock, while she herself feels every inch of your cock brush against her inner walls. The two of your share one moan after another. The only other sounds in the room are the claps of her ass hitting your hips and the waves hitting the beach outside.

As the night progresses, the two of you change positions. Yoona has turned around after you asked her to and is now riding you while you sit up straight. Your arms around her waist pull her body flush against yours, while her arms are wrapped around your back. Her small perky breasts are just at the right hight for you to put your mouth on them. You lick and kiss her soft mounds while Yoona continues to ride you.

"Do I feel good?"

Her breathless whisper makes you realize how much effort it must take her to move up and down.

"You feel amazing."

You shift your attention from her chest to her face just long enough to answer her.

"I never want this to end."

"Keep going then."

She smiles down at you, before pushing your head back into her tits. You capture one of her nipples with your mouth and you start to suck on it. It makes Yoona moan even louder. She picks up the pace a little, more energy now rushing through her. The two of you are just a pile of limbs, basically one single body. You alternate between her nipples, trying to give them both equal attention. As her pleasure continues to rise, Yoona starts to drag her nails over your back. It doesn't hurt, but it stings a little as she digs them further into your skin. A small prize to pay for hearing this gorgeous woman moan so beautifully while she's riding your cock.

You feel the temperature of Yoona's body continue to climb. The heat that radiates from her core only makes you put in more effort. One of your hands moves up to squeeze one of her tits, while the other moves down to squeeze her ass. You continue to alternative between her nipples, which are now glistening with your saliva.

"More. More."

Her breathless whisper has a sense of urgency to it. At this point she's almost clawing at your back. Yoona feels the pleasure inside of her continue to rise as she bounces up and down on your cock.

"I-I think I'm gonna...."

A load moan escapes her lips and cuts off her own words. She impaled herself on your cock in a slightly different angle. Your tip grazed a new spot. A more sensitive one. Yoona begins to see stars.

"Gonna... Gonna cum!"

Yoona trembles in your arms as she orgasms around your cock. Her tight walls contracting around your leaves you breathless. Her head sinks onto your shoulder as she holds onto you. She stays quiet as her climaxes washes through her in small waves. Your cock stays fully buried inside of her.

After a couple of moments Yoona moves again. She isn't riding you, but just lazily grinding her hips. She kisses your shoulder and neck as she rides out her high.

"That was unbelievable."

She whispers into your ear. Her words give you goosebumps. You're proud of making her cum. But you can tell that she's a little tired now.

"Let's lie you down."

You kiss Yoona's forehead, before carefully lifting her off your cock.

After changing position, you're now aligning your cock with her pussy once more. Yoona is lying on her stomach now, while you're kneeling behind her between her spread out legs. Once more you hold onto her waist. You push back into her tight cavern, making Yoona moan again.

Since the two of you are now more familiar with each other, you don't start slowly. You quickly pick up the pace. Thrusting into her from behind makes her petite body rock back and forth on the bed.

"Squeeze my ass again, please."

You're happy to do as she says. Your hands move from her waist to her ass. You give her playful squeezes as you continue to fuck her into the mattress. An occasional slap here and there earns you small gasps while you admire the ripple of her cheeks.

Yoona's amazing tightness has you groaning, while you eventually lean over her. Exploring the town the entire day and now having to fuck her start to take their toll on you. Yoona tightens around you in random intervals, which doesn't help you last long either. But you don't want to finish early. You take your time and when you feel yourself getting closer, you slow down a little, trying to prolong your orgasm.

But eventually, everything has to come to and end. By now your basically lying on top of her. The only thing separating her back from your chest is a thin film of your combined sweat. She feels your warm breath against her cheek as you groan into her ear. She likes the sounds you make, because she knows it's because of her. She is making you feel good.

You want to whisper her name, but you don't know it. The two of you decided not to exchange names. She doesn't know who you are and you don't know who she is. Even after spending the entire day together.

"I'm close."

You say that instead of her name. Her breath hitches in response. Yoona turns her head a little, trying to look at you.

"Just cum inside."

Her three words make you pick up your pace. Just the possibility of getting to cum inside of her gives you new energy. You continue to fuck Yoona, until you can't hold on any longer.

A long, drawn out deep moan escapes your lips right next to her ear. Yoona lets out a moan herself when she feels your warmth flood her pussy. Her tight walls hig your cock. You never felt this good in your life as you empty your load deep inside of her.

After you regain your ability to think straight, you slowly slide off of her and sink next to her into the mattress. You don't want to put your weight on her for too long if it's not necessary. The two of you lie in silence next to each other. You want to say something, but you're not sure what exactly.

Yoona is facing the same problem. She doesn't know what she's supposed to say now. Hoping that you go first, she stays quiet for a while. Eventually, she notices how your breath has become slower. How it has established a steady rhythm. You've fallen asleep.

She sighs, the weight of what happened today finally coming down on her. Yoona feels a little bit of your cum escaping her pussy.

Then she suddenly hears her phone vibrate for just a second. Then again. And again. And a forth time. It dawns on her that it must be past midnight. It's now May 30th. Her birthday. She feels her eyelids getting heavier and begins to drift off to sleep.

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Hi everyone!

I hope you enjoyed it. I'm afraid I got a little bit carried away with the build up, but I already cut out a lot.

Stay healthy!