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I really like your stories if I may request.... Um can you please write Step Mom Chaewon x male reader, where Chaewon really after is not his father but y/n

My Stepmom's Secret

Chaewon x Male Reader

The scent of jasmine tea hit your nose before the sound of her voice ever did.

“Morning, sweetheart.”

You blinked, a little disoriented by the soft warmth of the sun spilling through the kitchen window, and the far more disorienting warmth of Chaewon, standing barefoot on the cold tile, wearing only a long silk robe that clung to her figure like it had no right to. One hand stirred the tea, the other braced on the marble counter. Her hair was slightly damp, probably from the shower, and your eyes — you couldn’t help it — trailed down the curve of her neck to where the robe tied at her waist.

You cleared your throat. “Hey… uh. Morning.”

Chaewon smiled. The same smile she always gave you — just a little too slow. A little too knowing.

“You always get so quiet around me in the mornings,” she said, walking toward the table. “Still shy, even after all this time?”

“I’m not shy,” you muttered, pretending to scroll through your phone. “Just not a morning person.”

She let out a hum, the sound purring low in her throat as she placed a mug of tea in front of you. Her fingers brushed your hand. Deliberate. Lingering.

You didn’t move. You didn’t look up.

Chaewon did, crouching slightly to meet your eyes. “I like you quiet, actually,” she said, voice low. “Makes it easier to see what you’re really thinking.”

Your heart kicked once, sharp.

“I’m not thinking anything.”

“Oh, you’re definitely thinking something,” she murmured, gaze locked on yours. “I see the way you look at me when you think I’m not watching.”

“I don’t—”

“You stare at my legs when I’m in shorts,” she continued. “You clench your jaw when I wear this robe. You hold your breath when I walk too close.”

“Chaewon—”

“Say it.” Her voice hardened, just slightly. “Say what you’re thinking right now.”

You stared at her, pulse loud in your ears. The room felt hotter, suddenly. Smaller.

“…You’re my stepmom.”

Her lips curled into a smirk. “That’s not what I asked.”

You stood up, too fast, the chair scraping behind you. “I’m not doing this. Where’s Dad?”

She leaned back against the table, crossing her arms — the silk of her robe falling open just enough to hint at the curve of her inner thigh.

“Business trip,” she said simply. “Won’t be back until Monday.”

Your breath hitched. You hated how your brain immediately did the math: that’s six nights.

“You planned this.”

Chaewon tilted her head. “Planned what?”

“This,” you hissed. “You knew he was leaving. You waited until I came home from college for the weekend. You—”

“I’ve always waited for you,” she interrupted. “You think I married him because I loved him? No. I married him because it gave me an excuse to stay close to you.”

Your blood ran cold. Hot. Then cold again.

“I saw you before he even introduced us,” she said, her tone sweet, almost dreamy. “That party, remember? You were standing near the pool, wet hair, a little tipsy. God, you looked like a sin waiting to happen.”

“You’re insane,” you whispered.

She stepped forward. “I’m in love.”

You backed into the counter, the edge pressing against your hips.

“Do you know how hard it was,” she whispered, “to play the role of the doting wife? To sleep next to a man I don’t care about just so I could stay close to you?”

“You’re sick.”

“I’m devoted,” she corrected, pressing one hand to your chest. “Devoted to you. I’ve waited two years, baby. Every little smile you gave me… every time you accidentally brushed against me walking down the hall… every time you said my name. I burned for you.”

You swallowed hard. “This is wrong.”

“Says who?”

Her lips hovered just inches from yours. Her fingers slipped beneath your shirt, slowly dragging her nails down your abdomen. You didn’t stop her. You didn’t say anything.

Because your body was betraying you. Because the truth was, you had stared at her. Wanted her. Dreamed about her in ways that left you guilty and breathless.

And she knew it.

“I knew you’d want me,” she whispered, tracing your waistband. “It’s in your eyes. The way you’re breathing right now.”

“Fuck…”

Her hand slipped inside your shorts, curling around your half-hard cock like she’d done it a thousand times in her head. You shuddered. She leaned in and kissed your neck, soft and slow, her voice purring against your skin.

“Let me show you what two years of obsession looks like.”

You grabbed her wrist, but your grip was weak. Shaky. She didn’t stop — she stroked you, slow and possessive.

“I thought about you when I touched myself,” she confessed. “Every night. Quiet so your dad wouldn’t hear. But it was always you. Only you.”

You gasped, hips twitching.

“I thought about your mouth,” she breathed, dragging her tongue up your neck, “your fingers, your cock… how good it’d feel inside me.”

“Jesus, Chaewon—”

“I’m yours,” she moaned. “Always have been. So take me.”

You pulled her into a kiss, finally breaking. She tasted like tea and sin. Her hands clawed at your shirt, yours tangled in her robe, tearing the silk apart. You pushed her onto the kitchen table, dishes clattering, and she let out a low moan.

“God, I knew you’d be rough,” she gasped as you shoved her panties aside, fingers plunging inside her slick heat. “I dreamed about this. Being laid out for you.”

Your fingers moved fast, deep, curling to hit the spot that made her cry out.

“Louder,” you growled. “Let the neighbors hear what a fucking mess you are.”

Her thighs trembled. She reached up, dragging you closer, biting your lip as she whispered:

“Fill me. Ruin me. Make me yours.”

You didn’t hesitate.

You tore your shorts off and pressed your cock to her entrance, the slick heat of her body welcoming you in inch by inch. She was tight — impossibly so — and her nails dug into your back as you started thrusting.

“You feel so good,” she moaned, wrapping her legs around your waist. “Better than I imagined. You were made for me.”

Your rhythm grew brutal, desperate. The table creaked under you. Her moans echoed through the house.

“You gonna cum in your stepmom?” she whispered, voice broken with pleasure. “Gonna mark me? Claim me?”

“Yes,” you gasped, thrusts erratic. “Fuck—yes.”

Her body seized under you as she came, crying out your name like a prayer.

And then you followed, groaning against her neck, burying yourself deep inside her with one final thrust.

For a moment, everything was silent. Just your heartbeats. The soft tremble in her thighs. The stickiness between your hips.

Then she whispered:

“Now you can’t leave me.”

You blinked.

“You’re mine,” she said, smiling through the afterglow. “I made sure of it. No more running.”

You stared at her.

Chaewon reached up and cupped your face gently.

“I won’t let you go, baby. I didn’t come this far to lose you now.”

And the terrifying part?

You didn’t want her to let go.

You hadn’t been able to think straight for five days.

Ever since that morning in the kitchen, Chaewon hadn’t let you breathe without her hands somewhere on your body — brushing your chest when you passed by, sitting on your lap during dinner, sucking your fingers under the table. The worst part?

You let her.

You wanted her. Always had. And now that you’d tasted her — claimed her — she wasn’t just in your head anymore.

She was in your blood.

“Come back to bed,” she purred, tugging at the hem of your hoodie. Her body was warm against your side, bare under one of your t-shirts, her breath hot against your neck as you stood by the hallway mirror trying to fix your hair.

“Someone’s gonna come to the door soon,” you said, checking your phone. “That thing I ordered’s out for delivery.”

Chaewon pouted, pressing her hips to your back. “Let them knock.”

You turned, raising an eyebrow. “You're seriously insatiable.”

“I’ve waited two years, baby,” she murmured, slipping her hands into your sweatpants. “You don’t get to complain.”

Your breath hitched as she gripped your cock — already semi-hard from the constant teasing. She smiled at the reaction.

“There he is,” she whispered, kneeling in front of you like a devout worshipper. “Missed me, didn’t you?”

You groaned as her mouth wrapped around your tip — soft, warm, wet. Her tongue circled lazily, eyes locked on yours.

“This is so fucked,” you muttered.

Chaewon pulled off just long enough to whisper, “You love it.”

And you did.

You leaned against the wall as she sucked you deep, her throat taking you inch by inch like she’d trained for it. Her hands dug into your thighs, keeping you from moving. From escaping. Not that you’d even try.

Then the doorbell rang.

You both froze.

Chaewon glanced up with wide eyes — but her mouth never left your cock.

“…Chaewon,” you hissed.

She smirked around you and sucked harder, deliberately bobbing her head as you twitched in her mouth. You heard the doorbell again — and then the sound of a truck idling out front.

“Get the door,” she said breathlessly, pulling off with a pop. “Now.”

“I—what—are you serious?!”

She pushed you toward the door, hand still stroking you fast and wet.

“Open it,” she growled. “I want you to see how good you look with your cock in my mouth while someone else stands right there.”

“Jesus Christ.”

Your knees nearly buckled.

You cracked the door open just a bit — heart pounding — and there he was: the mailman. Young. Bored. Holding a package and glancing down at the label.

“Package for… uh, Y/N?”

You nodded stiffly. “Yeah, that’s me.”

Chaewon’s mouth wrapped around you again, hidden just out of sight behind the doorframe. You barely managed to hold your breath.

The mailman squinted. “You okay, dude?”

“Y-Yeah,” you choked out. “Just… allergies.”

Chaewon moaned around your cock. Loud.

You nearly dropped the package.

“Uh… right,” the guy said slowly, handing it over. “Have a good one.”

You slammed the door the second he turned.

“Chaewon—fuck—what the hell is wrong with you?!”

She pulled off, spit connecting her lips to your tip. Her eyes were blown wide with lust.

“You are,” she whispered. “You’re what’s wrong with me.”

And then she swallowed you whole.

You doubled over, hand slamming against the wall. She was ruthless now — bobbing fast, sloppy, desperate. Her eyes welled with tears but she didn’t stop. Didn’t care. She needed this.

“I’m close,” you warned.

She didn’t let up.

You came hard, hips jerking forward as she sucked you dry. She moaned around your release, swallowing it all — eyes fluttering shut like she was tasting something divine.

When you finally pulled back, gasping, she wiped her mouth and licked her lips.

“God, you taste even better when you’re trying not to moan,” she purred.

“You’re crazy.”

“Crazy for you,” she said sweetly, standing and wrapping her arms around your neck. “I want you every minute of every day. I want your cock in my mouth when you do the dishes. I want to ride you when you’re on your stupid little Zoom calls. I want to jerk you off under the table while we eat dinner with your dad.”

You stiffened. “He’s back tomorrow.”

“I know.”

You swallowed. “You’re not planning to stop.”

She leaned in, brushing your lips with hers.

“I’m planning to ruin you.”

And then she kissed you — slow and deep, her tongue still tasting faintly like you. Her hands wandered south again, never content, always hungry.

“Take me to your room,” she whispered. “And lock the door this time.”

You didn’t think.

You just obeyed.

The front door clicked open around noon.

You were on the couch, pretending to scroll your phone, though you hadn’t read a single word in the last hour. Your skin was still warm from the shower — mostly because Chaewon had joined you halfway through and ridden you against the tile wall like she’d been starving — but your nerves had started to catch up.

And then you heard it:

“Hey! I’m home!”

Your father’s voice.

You stiffened.

Chaewon walked in from the kitchen a second later, already wiping her hands on a towel. She was wearing a soft knit dress, something casual, something subtle — but you knew better now. The neckline was a little too low. The fabric a little too thin. Her smile a little too perfect.

“Welcome back, honey!” she said sweetly, moving to greet him with a quick kiss on the cheek. “Did everything go well?”

“Same old, same old,” he said, dropping his bag. “Tired as hell. God, I missed real food.”

You stood up awkwardly. “Hey, Dad.”

He turned, grinning. “There’s my college man!”

He laughed and pulled you into a side hug. You could feel Chaewon watching. Could feel the heat behind her pleasant little smirk as she stood beside the man she married — a man completely oblivious to the fact that you’d been inside her less than twelve hours ago.

Dinner was quiet. Tense, at least for you.

The table was set like any normal Sunday — steak, roasted potatoes, steamed vegetables. Your dad poured wine. Talked about flights and meetings and a coworker who snored in the hotel room next door.

You tried to focus. To nod at the right parts. To laugh when you were supposed to.

But then you felt it.

A hand on your thigh.

You froze.

Chaewon didn’t miss a beat. She cut into her steak, chewed slowly, eyes flicking to yours just for a second — like a dare.

Her hand slid higher.

You glanced at your dad. He was sipping his wine, still mid-sentence about airport security lines.

Her fingers reached your zipper. Undid it.

You shifted in your seat, your fork trembling slightly in your grip.

Chaewon leaned in, casually brushing her shoulder against yours as her hand slipped into your pants. Her fingers curled around your cock, already half-hard from the tension alone.

You clenched your jaw.

“So,” your dad said, smiling at Chaewon. “He’s been behaving while I was gone?”

“Oh, absolutely,” she said sweetly, giving your cock a stroke. “He’s been very… obedient.”

You choked on your wine.

Your dad raised an eyebrow. “You good?”

You coughed. “Yeah. Wrong pipe.”

Chaewon’s hand moved slower now — cruel, teasing — stroking you just enough to make it torture. Her thumb grazed your tip. You twitched under the table.

“Dinner’s great,” you managed to say, voice tight.

“I’m glad,” she said, squeezing gently. “I made it just for you.”

You reached for your glass again, desperate for something — anything — to ground yourself. Her hand moved faster. More confident now.

Your father didn’t notice a thing.

“…and then this idiot from procurement tried to expense a whole box of Cuban cigars,” he was saying. “Swore it was for client relations.”

Chaewon’s fingers twisted. You bit your tongue.

Her lips brushed your ear, voice a breathless whisper.

“Be good and I’ll let you cum later. Be bad and I’ll make you beg for it.”

You nearly groaned out loud.

She pulled her hand back just as your dad stood to grab more wine from the fridge. You exhaled like you’d been underwater.

Chaewon leaned over, reaching for the salt — her hand brushing your crotch one last time, like a reward.

“Such a good boy,” she whispered.

You stared at your plate, your appetite gone.

Because the worst part wasn’t the danger. Wasn’t the risk.

It was the fact that you wanted more.

Later that night

The house was still.

You lay in your bed, the sheets kicked off, your breath shallow, your body burning.

You could still feel her hand on you. Still feel the pulse of her voice in your ear. That smug look in her eyes when she cleaned up dinner like a model housewife and kissed your father goodnight with the same mouth that had whispered filth to you under the table.

You heard the bedroom door creak open down the hall.

Footsteps.

Muted.

Your dad’s voice — sleepy.

“Mm… you coming to bed now?”

Chaewon’s voice, soft and sweet. “Just a second, baby. I’ll be right in.”

A pause.

A kiss.

Then the bedroom door closed again.

You waited.

Fifteen seconds. Thirty. A full minute.

Then—

Your door cracked open.

Chaewon stood there in the hallway light, wrapped in a silk robe. Thin, nearly see-through. Her eyes glinted with something wicked.

She stepped in. Closed the door behind her.

You sat up slightly. “Chaewon—”

She pressed a finger to her lips, silencing you.

Then she crawled onto the bed.

Not a word. Not a sound.

She straddled your lap, robe parting just enough to show that there was nothing underneath.

You whispered, “He’s still awake—”

“And I’m still wet,” she whispered back, rolling her hips into yours. “You’ve been making me crazy all day.”

You swallowed hard.

She leaned in and kissed you — slow, hungry, the kind of kiss that made you forget your own name. Her hands pushed your shirt up. You felt her nipples brush your chest, already hard.

“I tucked him in,” she whispered. “Even gave him a little kiss on the forehead. Told him I loved him.”

You shivered.

“And now,” she said, biting your bottom lip, “I’m going to ride his son like a filthy slut.”

You groaned.

She untied the robe slowly, shrugging it off her shoulders like a present just for you. Her body was perfect in the moonlight — soft curves, tight waist, thighs that trembled with anticipation.

She reached between you, guided you to her entrance.

And then sank down with a gasp.

You clutched her hips, trying not to moan. Her walls hugged you, warm and slick, and she arched her back as she took every inch, her head tipping back with a silent cry.

“Fuck…” she breathed. “You feel even better when I know he’s asleep down the hall.”

She began to move.

Slow at first — grinding in little circles — her hands braced on your chest. Her pace built with each bounce, her breath coming faster, skin slapping against yours in faint, wet rhythm.

Your fingers dug into her waist. “Chaewon—”

“Shhh,” she hissed, smirking. “Do you want him to hear me moan your name?”

You bit your tongue, barely holding it together.

Chaewon leaned close again, her lips brushing your ear. “You like this? Knowing I’m his wife, but I’m only yours when the lights go out?”

You nodded, breathless.

She grinned, licking a stripe up your neck. “Good. Because I’m not stopping until you cum so hard it hurts.”

She slammed down harder now, faster, her thighs quivering, her mouth open in breathless pleasure. Her nails scraped your chest. Her voice — barely a whisper — poured filth into your ear like honey:

“Call me mommy again. Go on. Whisper it.”

You choked on your groan. “Mommy…”

“Louder.”

“Mommy—!”

She clenched around you with a gasp, her orgasm hitting fast and fierce. You felt it — her whole body trembling, pussy gripping you like a vice.

And then you couldn’t hold it anymore.

You came inside her, hard, your hips jerking as she rode you through it — milking you dry with each slow grind of her soaked cunt.

When it was done, she collapsed on your chest, both of you panting in the dark.

After a long moment, she giggled.

“Still think I’m just your stepmom?”

You blinked at the ceiling. “You’re a fucking menace.”

She nuzzled into your neck. “And you’re mine.”

Then she kissed you one more time — sweetly this time — and whispered:

“Don’t fall asleep yet. I want a second round in the shower.”

Ten minutes later

The bathroom was filled with steam.

Water ran hot from the showerhead, fogging the mirror, hissing over tile. You leaned against the wall, barely able to stand, body still recovering from the first time she wrecked you.

Chaewon pressed up against your back, her arms wrapped around your waist from behind, her breasts warm against your spine. She kissed a line across your shoulder, hands already moving again — relentless, greedy.

“I wasn’t kidding,” she whispered. “I need more.”

You groaned as she slid one hand down your stomach, fingers wrapping around your cock — already hard again. Her other hand braced against your chest.

“Chaewon…” you panted. “You’re insatiable.”

“Mmhmm,” she purred. “You’ve ruined me. I can’t get enough.”

She began to stroke you — slow and teasing — her lips brushing your neck, her thighs slick against yours. You thrust into her hand, already pulsing.

Then—

A knock.

Both of you froze.

“Hey, bud?” your dad’s voice came through the door, muffled. “You in the shower?”

Your blood turned to ice.

Chaewon’s eyes went wide.

You opened your mouth to respond but she slapped a hand over it.

“Shhh,” she mouthed.

Your heart pounded.

“I—uh—yeah,” you called out, your voice cracking slightly. “Just… just taking a quick one.”

“Alright. Thought I heard something,” your dad said from the hallway. “You good?”

You nodded — stupidly, as if he could see you — and croaked out: “Yeah. Totally fine.”

There was a pause.

Then—

“Okay. Just checking. Night, kid.”

You waited, breath frozen in your lungs, until the footsteps faded.

Then you turned to Chaewon.

“What the fuck was that?!”

She grinned.

And then sank to her knees.

“No one said I had to stop.”

Your breath caught in your throat.

The water poured down over her as she wrapped her lips around you — warm, wet, and sinfully good. Her tongue worked expertly, her eyes locked on yours, daring you to make a sound.

Your back hit the tile wall as you gripped her soaked hair, biting your lip to keep from groaning out loud.

She was relentless. Her mouth slid deeper with each bob of her head, her hand stroking your base, her other hand cupping your balls, rolling them gently.

You hissed. “He’s still awake…”

She popped off for a second. “Then be quiet.”

And just like that, she took you in again — this time deeper, letting you hit the back of her throat. She moaned around you, the vibrations making your knees buckle.

It was torture. Blissful, cruel torture.

And then she pulled off with a wet gasp, stood up, and turned around, pressing her palms to the wall.

She looked over her shoulder.

“Take me. Now. Quietly.”

You didn’t even hesitate.

You grabbed her hips, lined yourself up, and slid inside her soaking core — hot, tight, perfect.

She bit her hand to keep from crying out, her body arching back into yours. You began to move — slow but deep, every thrust making her press her face into her arm to muffle the sounds.

Her walls fluttered around you. She was close again.

So were you.

And right as your climax built, she whispered, “Cum in me. Do it. Fill me up while your dad sleeps two rooms away.”

You didn’t last another second.

You exploded inside her with a muffled groan, your hand over your mouth, hips slamming forward as she clenched around you in ecstasy.

You both collapsed under the stream of water, breathing hard, hearts racing.

She leaned back against you, eyes fluttering shut. “That,” she whispered, “was so fucking hot.”

You stared at her, chest heaving.

“You’re gonna kill me.”

She smirked.

“Only if your dad doesn’t catch us first.”

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Snippets with Jiwon: Belle

male reader x Park Jiwon

~2.3k words

A/N: Prompt for @suchsweetstories. Thanks for hosting!

Enjoy.

“Here’s your shake!”

The room glows, flashing every color in the rainbow as the drum of the bass starts to beat through your chest. Laughter, giggles, and conversations were everywhere. Not like in those night clubs where it was messy and chaotic. This was quieter, tamer, more focused.

The decor of hearts—neon lights, balloons, the Goddamn headband of it you were forced to wear—decorated everything, from the walls to the chairs to the cherry on top of the shake you just got. It was all red, hiding from the glow of the lights flashing around them.

The DJ somewhere at the back was playing some old songs that you couldn’t tell if people cared about or not since they were all focused on each other rather than anything else.

You sigh, taking a deep breath before taking the chance to glance around the room. Couples all over the place, drinking the same single shake you have, with two straws and two spoons, two mouths. Facing each other, sitting next to one another, it didn’t fucking matter. 

They were all the same, just in different shapes and sizes. The older couple wrapping their arms around each other staring outside the window or the awkward one that were laughing at each other for drinking on the same glass.

In the end they were all enjoying what they were here for.

“Happy Valentines!”

This feels like a mistake, and you shouldn’t have let Jiwon convince you to do this.

You don’t even know how she managed to do it. Only that she yelled at you to attend this ‘blind date’ event to get your mind off of things.

Things being your ex that left you for some gym rat she met where she works out at.

She didn’t bother to give you the courtesy of telling you face to face. Just a text telling you that she needs a ‘break’ then proceeds to block your number.

If you can call a break hooking up with someone else because you found her cheating.

And yeah, not sleeping right and wallowing in your misery for the first few weeks of the breakup isn’t the healthiest way to cope, but this is not the answer to fixing your heart.

It’s been months since the break up anyway, and you told yourself to swear off of falling in love in the near future. 

You were doing fine. 

Jiwon disagrees, because she always does, which is why you’re holding a tray with a milkshake in an event to try and find your ‘dream girl’ as she puts it.

You should’ve told her to set herself up too since she’s been single since birth.

Your supposed ‘blind date’ hasn’t shown up and it’s been almost half an hour since the event started.

And the number stub that was given to you has been staring at you for the majority of the time you’ve spent together.

Twenty might as well haunt you at this point.

No dream girls here.

It really didn’t have to be on February 14th of all days because that felt like pouring salt in the wound and slapping the utter shit out of it.

Like, holy shit, who would even set up a blind date event on Valentines?

And yet here you are, pushing through it anyway. Did it to prove a point that you still have your shit together. You dressed up, got a new cut, used your favorite perfume. Cleaned yourself up pretty well, you have to admit. 

It still feels as if you’re conducting self-inflicted torture on yourself to see all these people enjoying their dates and you’re here in the middle of all of it. 

Sitting on a table. 

Staring across the empty seat.

Struggling to enjoy the free shake.

Alone.

Your hand wraps around the tall glass, cooling your palms. You were about to grab a straw until you notice:

A pair of straws, a duet of spoons. Both heart-shaped.

Two.

Motherfuckers.

You must’ve looked depressing as hell to everyone in the building right now, staring at the milkshake you got, watching the glass slowly condensate and the ice cream melt on top.

You sigh, feeling the hearts bobble on your head shake when you reach out to one of the straws, hearing a slower song start to play before a hand takes it away from the tray.

You can smell the rosy-wine smell on the arm that took it. It smelled familiar, like someone who always left that same scent every time you met. 

“Hey.” You hear, making you look up to see a very familiar face.

“Jiwon?” You squint against all the glare of the party lights, and sure enough, it was her, in the flesh, standing right in front of you. Wearing a combination of black and red that looked amazing on her, with a choker on her neck and the same headband that you’re wearing to complete the ensemble.

“You’re a sight for sore eyes.” Jiwon smiles, “Didn’t get a chance to catch your dream girl?”

“No, I–Hold on, what are you doing here?” You watch her sit down on the chair in front of you, her purse settling on the table. “I thought you were with Hayoung.”

“I was. She’s right over there.” She points the straw behind you, aiming it near the music booth where Hayoung was talking with the DJ. “You know how much she likes these types of songs.”

“That still doesn’t explain what you two are doing here.” You return Hayoung’s enthusiastic wave with a shy, confused one before turning back to Jiwon, who’s already taking a sip of your milkshake, that glint in her eye that makes you narrow your eyes.

The next few words that came out of her mouth make you wanna—

“Does my honey not wanna see me?” She asks in this cutesy tiny little voice that makes your eyes widen, your head leaning back in, and your entire being thrown off balance. “Even after I dressed up like this for him?”

“Jiwon, what the fuck are you saying–” You can’t even continue your line of thought because she starts pouting, and that really starts to confuse the fuck out of you because you don’t know whether you like seeing that look from her or not.

“Hmph!” She makes a face. The type that looks cute and adorable, the type that makes your heart beat faster, the type that makes you want to puke at the second hand embarrassment you’re getting. “My honey doesn’t love me anymore!”

“Please stop, you’re making me cringe.” You let out. It’s a self-defense mechanism to protect your heart from whatever the fuck she’s trying to do.

“I was being cute!” She screams, drawing a few looks from the nearby people and making her mouth a ‘Sorry’ with a little peace sign and a bashful laugh before looking back at you.

“Besides, you like it when I act cute. Don’t think I didn’t see it.” She grins, taking another sip of the milkshake.

“You’re seeing things.” You retort. “And don’t think you can get away with not answering my question.”

“What question?” She tilts her head, the lights shadowing her face. And all you do is give a blank stare and a raised eyebrow to avoid thinking about how beautiful she looks, from the way she’s dressed to her cute dimple on her face.

“The question.” You reiterate. “You know, the one I asked you earlier?”

She hums, before batting her eyelashes and placing her hands on her chin. “Remind me?”

You sigh. “What are–”

“–I doing here?” She finishes, giggling, dimples showing. She dips her spoon into the shake, scooping up a piece of ice cream from the glass and holds it out towards you.

“Say ‘ah’ first.” She grins. You can smell the roses on her arm.

You blink, once towards the spoon, another towards her. “You’re joking.”

“Come on.” She drags, nudging the spoon even more. The smell is intoxicating. “Indulge me a little, honey.”

“No, Jiwon.” A shake of your head. Honey’s starting to sound really nice though.

“Pretty please?” Her pout’s back in full swing, doing her cute act of tilting her head, giving you those irresistible puppy eyes and the child-like voice airing out of her lips. “Just one, honey?”

Normally you’d say no. It’s the easiest thing in the world to say. One word. One syllable. 

But everything about her is just messing you up in all the good, the bad, the her ways from the moment she sat down.

And so, you cave in.

“Only once.” You sigh before leaning in towards her.

She grins before feeding you, giggling as she pulls it away. Her scent still lingers around you.

“You fold so easy when I act cute.” She states, placing the spoon on her pouting lips, tongue slipping out before she winks at you. “I should take notes on these–”

You weren’t used to this type of Jiwon. She was playful, sure, but never flirty with you. She’d tease, yell, whatever. Thought it was all friendly banter at that point. And from the moment you knew her, she would never, ever, act like this for you.

And you honestly thought she swung the other way judging from the looks she gives Hayoung on occasion. Or how she touches Jisun. And how well she knows Chaeyoung a little too much.

It was really, painfully obvious when she was with Miyeon. She even cried happy (or was it sad?) tears when she found out Miyeon got together with one of her coworkers. That ‘New Girl from Japan’ that Jiwon says everyone likes because of how bubbly she is.

But maybe you were wrong about her. And you don’t know what that means for you or for her.

“So,” You cough, gulping, praying that she doesn’t catch you like a nervous mess because of her. She’d never let it go. “Would you mind answering my question now?”

“Fine, fine.” She rummages through her purse a bit before she takes out a piece of paper. “I’m sitting here all dressed up, for this.”

She places it down, and the number is practically screaming out of it.

Twenty.

Two. Zero.

Oh.

“Oh, he says.” She giggles, chin resting on her palm. You were starting to like the sound of it coming out of her. “Didn’t expect it to be me?”

“I never really thought you were into these types of things.” You answer, eyes still focused on the stub. “And I thought you said you were going clubbing with Hayoung.”

“Technically, this is a club.” She replies, eyes dancing around the room. “And I was with Hayoung when we came in.”

“Did you also set yourself up as my blind date?”

“That was more of a group effort.” She smiles, tongue out and all. “Chae started it.”

“That’s now how blind dates are supposed to work.” You sigh—you’ve been doing that a lot.

“You didn’t know I was your date, so it’s still a blind date, honey.” She flicks the heart on her headband. “Besides, the look on your face is so worth the effort.”

“You are crazy.” You laugh despite yourself. This was not how you expected your night to go.

“Maybe.” She grins. All dimples and teeth and crescent eyes. “Maybe I just wanted to spend my Valentines with you.” 

You should have said something. Asked about the real reason she’s your date and not someone random. Why she went through all this trouble for you.

But you don’t know if you’re ready to hear the answer just yet. Besides, she’s done enough things today for you to put that on the back burner right now.

“Thanks for saving me, I guess.” You let out a smile of your own. Small, tired, content.

“You’re welcome!” She takes another scoop of ice cream. Grand, excited, happy. “Now enjoy this milkshake with me.”

“Only if you tell me how you all of you set this up.” Whether this was an excuse to keep things light or you wanted to hear her voice, you’ll never know.

“Deal.”

She starts rambling about how Chaeyoung found out that a mutual friend was helping out organize the entire event. How Hayoung decided to ‘volunteer’ and help out so that she can thumb down your names. How she convinced—screamed at, but semantics—you to attend the event.

You listened to all of it. Every crack in her voice when she giggles, every change in tone whenever she tries impersonating one of her friends. You don’t even notice that the milkshake’s almost gone.

You could watch her ramble on about things that could make your brain hurt like those brainrot memes that were blowing up all over the place and you’d take all of it and sit there with a smile–

Oh. Oh.

“–So now all I had to do was show up and look pretty while you gawk at how beautiful I am.”

“I wasn’t gawking.” You splutter, avoiding her gaze. You definitely weren’t. 

Surely.

“Uh-huh.” She smirks. “Didn’t you look like this–”

She starts making faces, pretending to be you when she first sat down. She looked adorably stupid doing it.

“I wasn’t that bad.” You laugh, flicking the spoon at her.

“I dunno.” She laughs with you, leaning back. “You were pretty bad at hiding it.”

You fall into a comfortable silence, and all that’s left is her smile, the music, and those little flutters in your chest that you used to have way back when. Her lips break into a grin, and her eyes light up.

You feel as if you could lose yourself in them.

Then she speaks, spoon raised and pointed towards you. 

You realize: you’re right back at square one.

“Happy Valentines, you idiot.”  

Falling in love.

“Yeah.” You smile, a shake of your head accompanying the spoon that you’re holding. You clink it together with hers.

“Happy Valentines, Jiwon.”

[blehblahlol]

Maybe a continuation of the Jodi cock shock post, with Jodi being surprised at how many times R has came so far (and is still busting huge loads)

Yeah sure why not :3

[blehblahlol]

Jaime looks more than a little excited when pulls out the cuccumber, she's always wanted to stuff your butt! Her face is alight as she slowly feeds the vegitable into your ass, oh wow look how hard you are! Jaime giggles as she pounds your guts, cum whenever you want to baby! 😍

[blehblahlol]

Sanctified

Momo X Male OC

tags: femdom erotica, religious slut fantasy, deepthroat blowjob, priest gets milked, slowburn seduction, pussy worship, tight pussy creampie, forbidden desire, breeding kink, cock-drunk virgin

The church bell cracked through the summer haze, slow and ancient over the tiled rooftops of Incheon.

Momo never missed morning Mass. Always five minutes early. Always alone. Her white blouse buttoned high to the throat, black skirt brushing her calves like a silent hymn. She bowed deep, knelt low, and never once looked around—though everyone looked at her.

Old women whispered that she was the kind you married, not touched. Men said less. Men watched.

She lived alone in a second-floor flat above a hanbok tailor. Her accent gave her away—a soft, Kyoto-laced Korean that clung to her vowels. People said she came here after her father died. Others said it was to escape a scandal. Either way, she spoke politely, walked quickly, and turned down every invitation with a shy laugh and folded hands.

But then came the rumors.

The baker swore he saw her leaving the church at midnight, barefoot and hair loose. A high school boy claimed she bought condoms from the corner pharmacy with exact change and no shame. The nun who oversaw parish volunteers refused to let Momo clean the altar alone anymore. “Not with that body,” she muttered once, under her breath, not quietly enough.

Because Momo, for all her silence, was too perfect. Too still. Like the porcelain Madonna above the holy water font—pure, untouchable, yet undeniably curved beneath the robes.

She didn’t flirt. She didn’t correct anyone. She simply watched, like a lamb among wolves, and offered a faint smile when men stammered over her name.

No one could prove anything. But no one stopped watching.

Then, one Sunday, after the final hymn drifted out the open doors, he appeared—Elias, the new seminarian, carrying his cassock and a sin he hadn’t named yet.

He smiled when he worked. Always. Not out of obligation but habit, as if kindness was muscle memory. The women in the parish kitchen whispered about his eyelashes—how they curled like a child’s, dark and long, too beautiful for a man. They’d try to offer him extra rice cakes or feel the edge of his palm when passing a collection plate.

He never lingered. Never flirted. He always bowed with his whole spine, grateful, humble.

Half-Korean, half-British, Elias was clean-cut but not cold. His voice, when he read scripture, settled in the chest—a low warmth with a clipped London rhythm that softened in Korean syllables. His skin held a faint olive tan from years abroad. His build was lean, sculpted in that effortless, swim-team way: narrow hips, strong arms, the kind of shoulders that could carry someone’s grief.

“I thought you’d be taller,” one of the grandmothers joked. Elias smiled. “God made me just short enough to stay grounded.”

He wasn’t a priest yet. Just a seminarian. Two years left. No vows. No collar. But the boundaries were drawn all the same.

Momo watched him from the back pew.

He never glanced her way. He never let his gaze slip—not like the others. But that only sharpened the thrill. Because she could see the discipline it cost him. The way he locked his eyes to the page when her heels tapped past. The way his jaw flexed when her skirt brushed too close on her way to kneel. The way he looked away when she whispered “Peace be with you,” just a breath too warm, too near his mouth.

Momo wasn’t interested in the boys who gawked or the men who folded under her touch. She hunted the ones who resisted.

And Elias?

Elias was a fortress she planned to burn from within.

The parish hall smelled of pine cleaner and wet rag. Sunlight streamed through old windows, thick and gold, turning dust into glitter.

Elias wrung out a mop and nodded politely as Sister Yun passed. “Let me get that corner for you.”

“You’re too polite,” she chuckled, nudging his hip with her elbow. “They’ll work you to death.”

He smiled, brushing his forearm across his brow. Sweat darkened the collar of his pale-blue shirt. Sleeves rolled. Veins taut beneath damp skin. He looked better like this—unkempt, breathing heavier. Less holy.

Momo stood by the far sink, arms submerged in grey dishwater. Her sleeves were folded carefully above her elbows, and a few strands of hair clung to her cheek. She hadn’t spoken to him directly, not yet. But she watched.

She always watched.

“Do you want the sponge?” she asked quietly, holding it out, bubbles sliding down her wrist.

He blinked, surprised. “Ah—sure. Thank you.” Their fingers brushed. Just barely.

Momo tilted her head. “You’re left-handed.”

Elias glanced down. “I am. Most people don’t notice that.”

“I watch people’s hands,” she said, simple and direct, and he couldn’t tell if she meant it innocently or not.

She returned to scrubbing the tray, shoulders drawn back, blouse damp against her lower back. He forced himself not to follow the movement too long.

“What made you decide to come here?” she asked, rinsing the tray with precise, quiet care.

“My mother grew up nearby,” he replied. “I wanted to serve where she started.”

“You could’ve served anywhere.” Her voice was light, but her eyes were fixed. “You’re too pretty for this place.”

He laughed. Then caught himself. “That’s not the goal, I think.”

“No?” Her smile curved—barely. “So you don’t know the rumors?”

“I’ve heard some,” he admitted, setting a stack of chairs upright. “I try not to listen.”

“People lie. But they lie around truth.”

He paused. Something tightened in his throat.

She didn’t elaborate. Just rinsed her hands, wiped them on a cloth, and turned.

“You smell like smoke,” she said, eyes flicking to his chest.

Elias blinked. “It’s the incense.”

“No,” she corrected gently, stepping past him. “It’s you.”

And she was gone, towel slung over her shoulder, hips swaying in just the right rhythm to punish his vow of control.

Elias stood alone in the quiet echo of the hall, heartbeat loud as bells.

The community hall buzzed with harmless noise—scissors snipping, cardboard rustling, Auntie Joo debating which ribbons looked more “holy.”

Momo sat cross-legged on the floor, folding red construction paper into roses. She wore jeans this time, but the hem of her shirt rose when she reached. Pale skin at her lower back peeked like an afterthought—unintentional, but not unseen.

Elias arranged chairs in rows, steady and focused. He didn’t look at her.

But he did.

Every few minutes, a glance. A flicker. A pause before bending down too close.

Momo waited.

“Seminarian Elias,” one of the older women called. “Can you help with the ladder? We’re too scared to climb.”

He moved toward the far wall where the garland hung in limp loops. Momo stood too.

“I’ll spot him,” she said simply, already at his side before anyone objected.

He blinked. “You don’t have to—”

“I want to.”

He climbed. She held the base, both hands flat on the ladder rails, eyes level with his calves. His jeans hugged muscle. His shirt pulled tight across his back.

“Don’t fall,” she said, voice soft, too near the backs of his knees.

“I won’t,” he replied, throat dry.

“You’re shaking.”

“It’s just high up.”

She smiled. “You weren’t shaking earlier. Not when you handed me the tape.”

He adjusted the garland. “I was focusing.”

“Mm. On what?”

He looked down. Mistake.

Her lips were parted slightly, eyes tilted up with that same unreadable calm. A strand of her hair clung to her cheek again, and he wanted to brush it back. He stayed frozen.

“Your hands are clean,” she murmured. “Even under the nails.”

He blinked. “That’s… normal, isn’t it?”

“It’s holy,” she said.

He climbed down carefully. Too carefully. When his feet hit the floor, she didn’t move.

They stood close. Not touching. But nearly.

“Do you like red?” she asked, lifting one of the paper roses.

“I haven’t thought about it.”

“You should.” She pressed it into his palm. “It suits you.”

He looked at her—truly looked. The shape of her mouth, the control in her breath. The slight tremor behind her restraint.

The others laughed about something. They didn’t notice how still the room became between them.

Momo stepped back first, turning with that smooth, deliberate grace. As if she hadn’t just left his pulse stuttering behind his ribs.

“Careful up there,” she said over her shoulder. “I’d hate to see you fall.”

Elias didn’t reply. Couldn’t. Her smile held no innocence.

Later, after cleanup, the sky bruised into indigo. The aunties insisted Momo shouldn’t walk alone. “Too many strange men lately,” they warned, eyes darting to Elias like a match they meant to strike.

He bowed—stiffly. “I’ll walk her.”

She didn’t look surprised.

They said nothing for the first block. Her shoes tapped soft against the wet pavement. His were silent, careful. She walked too close, elbow almost brushing his. He could smell soap and something darker beneath—like the last breath of a blown-out candle.

“I didn’t think you’d say yes,” she said finally, not looking at him.

“I didn’t.”

She smiled. “That’s not what they think.”

He exhaled through his nose. “They don’t know me.”

“They don’t know me either.”

He looked at her. Sharp profile, lashes like black silk, lips pink in the lamp glow. Her hands were in her pockets. Her shoulders were straight. She was too composed.

“You keep doing this,” he muttered.

“Doing what?”

“Cornering me.”

She stopped walking.

The street was quiet. Narrow. Lit only by a flickering sign above the hanbok shop.

Momo turned to him, one eyebrow raised. “Have I touched you?”

“No.”

“Have I said anything unholy?”

“No.”

She stepped closer. “Then what am I doing, oppa?”

The honorific landed slow and thick in the air between them.

His jaw flexed.

“You’re making it hard to think,” he said.

“That’s not a sin,” she replied. “Yet.”

She turned again, graceful as smoke, and led him up the stairs to her flat. The lights above her door buzzed. She paused at the top.

He lingered two steps down. Enough distance to pretend.

Momo unlocked her door and looked back, one hand still on the handle. “It’s late.”

“I know.”

“You walked me home.”

“I did.”

A pause.

“Do you want to come inside?” Soft. Straightforward. Weaponized.

His heart slammed once—twice—then steadied. He stepped up onto the landing, close enough to smell her shampoo, citrus and sugar.

She didn’t move. She didn’t open the door. She just watched his eyes.

“I can’t,” he said, finally.

She nodded, lips parting as if she might say more—but she didn’t.

She opened the door. Walked in. Left it open behind her.

He stood outside a moment too long.

Then turned, fists tight in his coat pockets, pulse ricocheting through his chest. Next morning he went to confession.

Elias knelt, spine rigid. The screen stayed closed, but he could sense the priest on the other side—a soft breath, a slow turn of pages. Waiting.

“Bless me, Father,” Elias whispered, voice hoarse. “For I have sinned.”

“How long since your last confession?”

“A week. Maybe less.”

The pause before the priest’s nod felt heavy.

“I’m… struggling,” Elias admitted. “With thought. With restraint.”

“Lust?” the priest asked gently.

Elias swallowed. “Yes.”

The silence on the other side invited him to go deeper. So he did.

“She’s not done anything wrong,” he added quickly. “It’s me. I look at her and I—I feel it twist. In my chest. In my stomach. I imagine things. I want things.”

“Do you speak with her?”

“Yes. Briefly. Always… with others around.”

“Does she know?”

Elias exhaled slowly, forehead pressing against the cool wood of the kneeler. “I think she does.”

“And do you plan to pursue her?”

“No.” A lie. “…I don’t know.”

The priest stayed quiet.

“I want to be good,” Elias whispered. “But every time I see her, it’s like—” He stopped himself. Breathed. “It’s like my body doesn’t belong to me anymore.”

“You’re young,” the priest said finally. “Even the righteous ache. Christ wept before the cross.”

Elias nodded, shame clinging to his ribs like damp linen.

“You haven’t touched her?”

“No. Never.”

“Then begin again. Fast. Pray. Avoid what tempts.”

Elias nodded again, slower this time.

He whispered his act of contrition. The priest gave absolution. Words like balm. Words like chains.

He left the booth with stiff limbs, face pale, eyes hollow.

Three days passed. Momo didn’t come to morning Mass.

Elias noticed.

He told himself not to. Told himself to focus on the Psalms, the cracked tiles, the ticking of the clock in the sacristy. But his eyes still searched the pews. Her absence felt like a breath held too long.

On Thursday, she returned. Late. Quiet. No smile.

She wore black, lips bare of color, hair pulled back in a severe twist. She didn’t look at him. Not once.

After Mass, she helped fold linens. Silently. Someone handed him a hymnbook near her and he mumbled thanks—but she didn’t react. As if he were a stranger.

It shouldn’t have hurt. But it did.

He watched her carry a vase across the nave, slow and careful, the sway of her hips subdued, graceful. She knelt to fix a flower arrangement—posture perfect, chin lifted, neck bare. And not once did she meet his gaze.

Elias pulled a chair aside. Sat with his knees apart, elbows resting there, fingers locked like prayer.

She was starving him.

Every smile she used to offer, withheld. Every brush of skin—gone. Even her voice, which once lingered just long enough to warm him, was absent.

That night, he lingered in the chapel alone. Lights dim. Only the votives flickering. He sat in the pew she favored. His fingers brushed the worn wood where her knees had pressed. The scent of rosewater still clung faintly to the velvet cushion.

He swallowed hard.

It wasn’t lust anymore. It was obsession.

He didn’t realize she’d walked in until she passed behind him without a word. Just a whisper of silk. The click of her shoes echoing into the empty nave.

He stood. “Momo.”

She didn’t stop.

“Momo—wait.”

She turned then. Slowly. Her expression unreadable.

“I didn’t see you earlier,” he said. His voice sounded too eager. Too desperate.

Her eyes moved over him once. Then she turned back toward the side exit, speaking without facing him.

“You weren’t looking.”

They found each other in the garden behind the church. Hidden, but not closed off. Between hedges trimmed too neatly and a statue of Mary worn smooth by years of rain.

It was early evening. The sky was blue velvet, and the air clung to the skin like prayer beads gone warm with touch.

Momo sat on a stone bench beneath the statue’s open arms. She didn’t look up when Elias stepped through the side gate, but her back straightened slightly. He didn’t speak at first. Just stood.

Birdsong. Wind. A dog barking far off. The hush between them stretched like cloth on a line, sagging with weight.

“I shouldn’t be here,” he said.

She lifted her chin, meeting his eyes.

“But you are,” she replied.

Elias sat beside her. Not close. Not far. His hands rested on his knees, shoulders bowed.

“It’s not just…” He stopped. Tried again. “I think about you too much. Not just in moments. All the time. When I’m walking. Eating. Reading scripture.”

Her mouth twitched. Not a smile. Something quieter.

“I thought I was strong,” he went on, voice rough. “But you—”

“I?” she interrupted softly.

“You make me feel like there’s no virtue left in me.”

She turned her head. Her profile caught the last of the light. It made her look like something painted centuries ago—timeless, dangerous.

“I don’t want this to be just desire,” he said. “I need you to understand that.”

“I do,” she said. “You’re falling.”

He nodded.

“Not just your body,” she added, watching him. “Your soul.”

He swallowed. Hard.

“I think I could love you,” he said. Quiet. Wrecked.

“I know.”

Another silence. This one heavier.

Then she tilted her head, gaze steady. “Do you want it to stop?”

He blinked. “I don’t know.”

Her lips parted. “I can help. I can be what you need.”

His breath hitched. “You’re the temptation.”

She shook her head once, slow. “I’m the answer.”

He stared at her.

Her voice dropped, low and slow. “You’ve already sinned in thought. And still, God hasn’t struck you down.”

“Momo—”

“I can make it easier,” she whispered. “We don’t have to name it. We just… let it happen.”

He turned his face away, jaw tight.

But he didn’t leave.

And Momo, patient as a serpent, let the silence wrap around them like smoke.

She moved slowly, her knee shifting just enough to touch his thigh. Then her hand. Light. Intentional.

Fingers traced over the rough fabric between his legs—slow, barely there, until they pressed with meaning.

Elias froze.

Her eyes held his, unwavering. “There’s more of this in my place,” she murmured, voice soft as fog. “Or we can do it here. I know a spot behind the vestry. No one ever goes there.”

He didn’t breathe.

She curled her fingers slightly. Felt the shape of him respond.

He flinched—then grabbed her wrist. Not rough. But final.

“Don’t,” he said, voice cracked and desperate.

Momo didn’t move. Didn’t recoil. She simply looked at him with something like pity.

“You already have,” she said.

Then he was standing. Backing away. Shaking his head.

He turned and ran—not far, not fast—but away.

She watched him go, the imprint of his need still burning in her palm.

He didn’t make it home.

A block from the parish, he ducked into a public bathroom—fluorescent lights, tile grime, the stench of bleach and piss thick in the air. He locked the door behind him, hands trembling as he braced against the sink.

He stared at himself. Pupils wide. Sweat on his brow. He hated the way he looked—how his lips stayed parted, how hunger had hollowed his face.

He unzipped his trousers.

Fingers closed around himself with a desperate, furious rhythm. He bit his lip hard enough to sting.

It wasn’t her hand. But it had touched where she had.

He came in gasping silence, teeth clenched, knees loose.

When he was finished, he wiped himself clean with shaking hands and flushed everything away. But the guilt clung.

The ache didn’t leave.

He washed his face. Looked at the mirror again.

And saw someone else.

Sundays came louder now. Children screamed through the parish hall, shoes squeaking, crayons rolling under pews. Aunties fanned themselves with programs. Fans clicked. Laughter echoed.

Momo was everywhere.

She served tea beside Elias during the Bible study. Passed him scissors during craft hour. When he reached, her fingers stayed just a second longer on the handle—enough to remind him. Enough to burn.

The children noticed first.

“Teacher Elias and Miss Momo are sitting next to each other again!” A chorus of giggles.

He smiled tightly. Momo tilted her head, raising one brow in mock offense.

“Only because he reads better Korean than me,” she said, voice sugar-smooth.

“Oppa’s face is red!” one girl squealed, tugging his sleeve.

“It’s the tea,” Elias muttered.

But Momo knew better. Her foot nudged his under the low table, hidden beneath the lace cloth. A subtle press. A flicker of contact.

He didn’t move.

Later, during cleanup, the aunties gossiped openly near the rice pot.

“They look good together,” one said, ladling stew.

“He’s too pretty for priesthood. Let the girl save him,” another laughed.

Momo wiped the counter slowly, facing away.

Elias dried his hands beside her. “They talk too much.”

She turned just slightly. “Only when there’s truth under it.”

Their hands touched again. Bare skin. Quick, electric.

He pulled away.

She didn’t react.

By the end of the afternoon, they stood by the shoe racks. The children’s sneakers tumbled across the tiles. Auntie Joo waved them off.

“You walk her home again, Elias-ah?”

He froze.

Momo smiled, tying her laces. “Not tonight. He needs rest.”

Elias nodded, throat dry. “I have to study.”

“Next time, then,” Momo added, brushing her fingers over his forearm as she passed. Just a graze. Just enough.

When she stepped outside, the door shut with a soft click.

He waited ten whole seconds before following.

She walked like sin in daylight. Calm, slow, back straight, as if the whole city bowed beneath her feet and didn’t know it yet.

Elias followed.

Half a block behind. No plan. Just shadow and instinct. His hands were fists in his coat pockets. Every step rang louder in his skull.

She didn’t look back. Didn’t hesitate.

Her building loomed, second floor above the tailor’s. The flickering light over the stairwell buzzed like it knew. She climbed the steps without a pause.

He swallowed hard. Paused at the base.

Then followed her up.

When he reached her door, he froze. One breath. Two. Three.

He didn’t knock.

The door opened before he raised his hand.

Momo stood there, barefoot, in a thin cotton dress the color of fresh cream. Her hair was loose. No makeup. Her skin bare and bright.

She said nothing.

Neither did he.

She stepped aside, holding the door open with her fingertips. Her body heat spilled into the hallway.

He walked in. Slow. Controlled. Like a man stepping into his own grave, already craving the dirt.

The door clicked shut behind him.

No locks. No prayers. No turning back.

The air inside her apartment was warm. Dim. Soft scent of green tea and dust. No music. Just the tick of the old wall clock and the sound of his breathing.

Elias stood in the middle of her living room—shoulders locked, hands hanging useless at his sides.

Momo didn’t ask why he was there. She didn’t need to.

She closed the door behind him, slowly, fingers lingering on the knob. Then she began to move.

Bare feet on wooden floor. No sound but her breath. She circled him like a thought he couldn’t shake—calm, slow, deliberate.

“You waited until it was dark,” she said gently.

He said nothing.

“You followed me. Quiet. Like a thief.”

Still nothing. His jaw clenched.

“You’re in a woman’s home,” she continued, now behind him. “A woman who tempts you. Who touches you. Who speaks in ways you can’t confess without sweating.”

Her voice skimmed the back of his neck.

“You didn’t knock.”

He turned slightly, but she was already gliding around the other side.

“You left the chapel,” she whispered. “Left God behind. Came to me instead.”

“Momo…” His voice cracked.

“No. Don’t speak yet.” Her hand hovered near his shoulder but didn’t touch. “Just feel it. The weight of this moment.”

He closed his eyes. His breath shook.

“You’re no longer curious,” she said, stepping closer. “You’re not a boy resisting the devil.”

She leaned in, mouth inches from his ear.

“You want the fall.”

He inhaled sharply.

She moved again, slow, back in front of him. Their eyes locked.

“I need to hear it,” she said. “Not for you. For me.”

His lips parted.

“I don’t know how to stop,” he said.

She smiled, slow and merciless.

“Then don’t.”

It started with the kiss.

Soft at first. Just a brush. The kind of kiss that might’ve been a mistake if not for the hand she slipped behind his neck to pull him deeper.

Elias groaned. Low. Helpless.

Their mouths met again—hotter, open now, tongues slipping past the line of thought into hunger.

He reached without thinking, hands rising up her ribs, palms cupping the soft swell of her breasts through the thin cotton of her dress. He squeezed—gentle, then not.

She pulled back, laughing. Not cruel, but sharp.

“Naughty,” she murmured, eyes gleaming. “You don’t get to touch yet.”

Before he could speak, she slapped his hands away—not hard, but with purpose.

“This,” she said, lifting his wrists, “is mine now. Understand?”

He nodded, dizzy, breath catching.

“Say it.”

“It’s yours,” he whispered.

“Good.”

She guided him backward until the backs of his knees met the low couch. Then she pressed—firm and sudden—until he dropped into the cushions like a penitent.

She stood between his knees. Looked down at him with that calm, patient power.

Her fingers found his belt buckle.

Elias watched, lips parted, unable to move.

Her hands moved slow. Reverent. Like unwrapping communion.

She slid the belt free. Unbuttoned him. Pulled the zipper down, inch by aching inch.

“Tell me,” she said, not looking up, “when you first started imagining this.”

He swallowed. “The night I walked you home.”

Her lips curved.

She eased his trousers down, palms skimming his thighs.

“Then let’s make that fantasy real,” she whispered.

And Elias—body tense, breath shallow—let go.

Momo knelt between his knees like worship reimagined—bare legs folded under her, back straight, gaze fixed.

She didn’t touch him yet. Just looked. At the way he strained under cotton. At the pulse in his throat. At the way his hands clutched the cushion like rosary beads.

“Relax,” she said, voice low. “You’re not in church anymore.”

She slid her hands up his thighs, slow, warm, steady. Fingers pressed into muscle, squeezing lightly, coaxing him open.

Then she pulled down his underwear.

His cock sprang free, flushed, full, a twitch of need already dancing at the head.

She exhaled slowly. Warm breath across the shaft. No touch—just heat.

“Mm,” she murmured, licking her bottom lip. “You’ve been holding this for me.”

Elias’s hips twitched.

She leaned in, tongue sliding from base to tip in a single, unbroken lick. Her mouth lingered at the crown, lips wrapping just around the tip—suckling lightly, teasing.

“Fuck—” he breathed, one hand gripping the couch harder.

She smiled around him, then sank deeper. One inch. Two. Her lips stretched slow, tongue curling as she took more, moaning softly as the weight filled her mouth.

Elias gasped.

Her hands pinned his hips in place. She controlled every movement. He didn’t thrust—he offered. And she took.

Down. Down. Until her nose touched the base, and her throat sealed around him.

“God,” he groaned, head falling back.

She pulled back with a wet slurp, strings of saliva linking her lips to his cock.

“You’ll use His name,” she whispered, licking her lips, “but you won’t use mine?”

“Momo,” he breathed.

She grinned, then licked him again—tip to root, slow, reverent. Her eyes never left his.

“Want to see more of me?” she asked, voice thick and sweet.

He nodded, trembling.

“Then earn it.”

She swallowed him again, deep, deeper—until his hands gripped her shoulders, until his thighs shook, until his lips trembled with the threat of breaking.

She didn’t stop. Not even when he whimpered. Especially not then.

She felt the change in him before he said a word.

His thighs tightened. Breath caught. The telltale twitch at the base of his cock. She knew his body better than he did already.

And she stopped.

Pulled off with a slow, wet pop, lips glistening.

“No,” she said, firm but quiet. “Not like this.”

Elias whimpered. His hips lifted, chasing her heat, but she pressed a single palm to his stomach—flat, commanding.

“You don’t get to come without permission.”

His breath came in broken bursts. “I—Momo, I—”

“I know.” Her voice dropped to a hush. “And you’ll wait.”

She lowered her mouth again, but not to his tip.

Her tongue dragged along the soft curve of his balls. Slow, deliberate laps, warm and wet. She kissed them. Sucked them into her mouth, one at a time, eyes locked on his face.

Elias shook.

Then, still on her knees, she rose—slowly. One hand trailing up her own body. She grasped the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head in a single, fluid motion.

No bra. Just bare skin. Pale. Glowing. Her nipples peaked from the cool air, flushed and tight.

His jaw dropped.

She straddled his lap, bare chest brushing his cock—still slick from her mouth, flushed and aching.

“Now,” she whispered, lowering her breasts around him, “you can feel something.”

She pressed them together, soft heat wrapping his shaft like velvet. He gasped.

She moved slow, up and down, her hands squeezing tight. Flesh sliding slick over him, trapping him between the weight of her curves and the heat of her skin.

“Is this what you pictured?” she asked.

His head dropped back. “Yes.”

“I’m not even naked yet,” she murmured.

Her lips hovered near his ear. “And you’re already close.”

She fucked him with her tits—smooth, measured strokes, her breath warm against his cheek, her chest brushing his stomach every time she leaned in.

But still— No finish. Not yet.

Momo pressed her breasts tighter, bouncing them over the length of his cock—flesh rippling, slick and hot.

Elias’s hands gripped the couch like he might fall through it.

Her voice curled up to his ear, velvet-soft.

“Do you want to finish, oppa?”

He nodded. Frantic. Speechless.

“Say it.”

“Please,” he gasped. “Please, I want to…”

She grinned. "Good boy."

Then her mouth was on him again.

She sank down fast this time, no teasing. She knew the shape of him now. Every twitch. Every tremble. Her lips sealed tight, throat working as she swallowed him whole.

Elias cried out—sharp, broken. His fingers flew to her hair, clutching as if she were the only thing keeping him tethered.

“Fuck—Momo—!”

He came in a violent burst, hips bucking before she pinned them down with one firm arm. His scream filled the room—raw, wild, as if something holy had finally broken loose inside him.

She held him in her mouth. Didn’t pull away.

Then, slowly, she leaned back, lips parting.

She showed him.

Thick, white sin sat heavy on her tongue, glistening.

She looked straight into his eyes.

Then swallowed—one slow, proud gulp.

Elias sagged against the couch, chest heaving, skin slick.

But Momo wasn’t finished.

She reached down and stroked him once. Twice.

He twitched. Then hardened again.

Her smile widened. Wicked. Pleased.

“Can you take another round, oppa?” she whispered, fingertips circling the crown.

His breath hitched.

And she already knew the answer.

Momo straddled him again, naked now—every inch unveiled, deliberate.

Elias lay back on the couch, cock hard, twitching, still slick from her mouth. His eyes drank her in like holy wine. Her body moved with sinless certainty. Her hands gripped his shoulders.

She hovered just above his length, hips circling, teasing.

“So this is the mixed-blood blessing,” she murmured, guiding the head of his cock to her slit. “You really did win the white boy dick lottery, huh?”

He moaned. “Momo…”

“Shh,” she whispered. “Let me pray.”

Then she sank down.

His cock disappeared inside her—slow, wet, stretching her open. She groaned low in her throat, head dropping back, hair tumbling like black silk.

“Ohh, fuck…” she gasped. “Feel how my pussy takes you, oppa. Every inch. Just like it was made to.”

Elias gripped her thighs. He tried to thrust, but she held him down with a firm hand to his chest.

“My altar, my rules,” she whispered, hips starting to move.

She rode him with rhythm—deep, grinding thrusts that rolled through her spine and into his soul.

His eyes fluttered. “You feel like heaven.”

She laughed, wicked. “This isn’t heaven, baby. This is purgatory.”

Slap. Her hips came down harder.

“Say it,” she commanded. “Say you love my pussy.”

“I love your pussy,” he gasped, voice wrecked.

She leaned forward, mouth brushing his ear.

“Then worship it.”

She bounced on him faster now, breasts bouncing, sweat slicking their skin. Her thighs clapped against his. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed between gasps and groans.

“You wanna confess this?” she teased. “Want to tell Father you let the devil ride you?”

“Momo—fuck—”

She reached between them, spread herself open so he could see—his cock splitting her wide, her folds gripping him with every stroke.

“Look at it,” she panted. “Look at how deep you are. This is your sacrament now.”

He cried out.

And she kept riding, harder, faster, grinding deep until both of them felt it start to rise again—

But she didn’t slow.

She shifted.

Still straddling him, she leaned in—pressed her chest to his, slid her arms around his neck, and ground her hips down slow.

Face to face now. No escape.

Elias’s hands hung at his sides, trembling. He didn’t thrust. He didn’t resist.

He just sat there and took it.

Momo rolled her hips in deep circles, her pussy squeezing him in slow, pulsing waves. Her breath ghosted over his cheek, then his ear. Then her tongue—hot, deliberate—slid up the curve of it.

She whispered.

Sinful things. Sweet poison. “Do you think your God is watching?” “Does it feel holy to be this deep inside me?” “I could make you forget your name, oppa. Would you let me?”

He groaned, mouth open, sweat dripping from his temple.

She licked again—slow, wet—and bit the edge of his earlobe. Then she moaned. Loud. Open.

“I’m coming,” she gasped.

And she did.

Her whole body locked around him, hips grinding, eyes fluttering as she shook. Then—

She squirted.

A sudden, hot gush spilled over his thighs, soaking his cock, his stomach, the couch beneath them. Her head dropped to his shoulder as her body trembled through it, riding the wave like she owned the ocean.

Elias shuddered beneath her, stunned and soaked.

She sat up slowly, sweat gleaming across her skin. Her chest rose and fell with quick, shallow breaths. She looked down at him, still hard, still inside her.

“Again,” she whispered.

Then she started to ride him again. Fast. Deep. Wet slaps and desperate gasps.

“Cum in me,” she said, eyes locked on his. “Fill me up. I want it. I need it.”

He couldn’t hold back.

His whole body arched, thighs stiff, jaw tight. Then—

He came inside her, hot and hard, buried to the hilt.

She moaned through it, hips still moving, milking every drop from him as he spilled himself completely.

Their skin stuck. Their breath tangled. Their sins soaked the room.

And neither of them repented.

Elias lay still.

His skin clung to the couch, still damp from sex and sweat. His chest rose and fell in uneven waves. The air smelled like heat—like salt and skin and something final.

Momo didn’t bother to dress. She sat beside him, legs curled under her, tracing lazy circles over his thigh. Her nails glittered faintly in the light from the kitchen.

She reached down and cupped his balls. Warm. Possessive. Like they were hers now.

“You’re shaking,” she said, amused.

“I should go,” he whispered, voice barely there.

She grinned. “You’re not even soft yet.”

His eyes fluttered shut. Guilt sat heavy in his chest, pressing against bone. His cock still twitched inside the mess she left behind.

“I broke everything,” he muttered. “My calling, my—”

“Your rules,” she corrected. “Not God’s.”

He looked at her. “Is this a game to you?”

Momo leaned closer, lips brushing the shell of his ear.

“No, oppa,” she whispered, voice dripping. “This was the final sermon.”

She laughed then. Light and sharp, like a devil who’d won without lifting a sword.

He sat up slowly. Swallowed the bile of regret behind his teeth. She kissed his shoulder—one last mark before letting him go.

By the time he opened the door to leave, dawn had just broken. The street outside was pink and grey, mist curling low.

And they were there.

Old women with shopping bags paused mid-step. A group of young men leaned against a storefront, watching. Two children stopped their game to whisper behind their palms.

Every pair of eyes followed Elias down the stairs. Every glance peeled back his skin.

They knew.

Or worse—they believed.

And all their faces looked the same. Amused. Smirking. Sinful.

Like devils in disguise.

Momo watched from her window above. Naked still. Smiling. One hand pressed to the windowpane, breath leaving fog against the glass.

He never looked back.

But the guilt clung to him like incense in his lungs.

Elias woke before the bell.

The air was cold, cleaner somehow. The sin still clung to his skin, but his chest felt steadier. He had made his choice—he had fallen. But he hadn’t died. He thought that meant something.

He dressed carefully. Pressed his collar tight. His fingers didn’t shake.

He was going to face her.

Not to reclaim holiness. Not to repent. To see her again.

But she wasn’t there.

Not at morning Mass. Not in the pew she always favored. Not folding linens. Not serving tea. Her chair at the volunteer table sat empty.

By lunch, the tension in his gut curdled into something sharper.

He asked quietly—first the nuns. “Have you seen Momo?”

Sister Yun tilted her head. “Who?”

“The Japanese girl,” he said. “Mid-twenties. Dark hair. She helped with the feast day setup.”

She blinked. “There’s no one like that here.”

He tried others. The old women in the kitchen. The children in the courtyard. Even the quiet man who swept the front steps.

Every answer the same: confusion, soft laughter, a pat on the arm.

“No one like that’s ever been in this parish.”

“She sounds made-up, oppa.”

“Are you writing poetry now?”

His voice faltered. His feet moved on their own.

He ran to the hanbok shop beneath her flat. But the upstairs door was locked. No sign of life. No flicker behind the curtains.

He asked the tailor.

“That apartment’s been empty for months,” the woman said, not unkind. “Used to belong to a teacher. Moved to Busan last winter.”

He stood in the street, mouth dry, staring up at the window where she’d once watched him leave.

No breath fogged the glass.

No shadow passed the curtains.

Nothing.

Momo was gone.

Or worse— Momo had never been.

He turned slowly, the early sun burning his eyes, the street empty now but for the weight of everything she’d taken from him.

Her taste still lived on his tongue.

Her voice still echoed in his skull.

But all around him, there was only silence.

[blehblahlol]

Daddy's Forbidden Affairs Part 2 (Momo)

Momo had always maintained a relationship with her father. However, due to the pandemic, she hadn’t returned to her hometown for nearly two years. Finally, after completing her schedule in Japan, Momo returned home, and the pent-up desire between her and her father could no longer be contained. They planned to indulge in their forbidden passion during the short holiday.

"It's been so long, Momo-chan~" As soon as Momo opened the door, her father enveloped her in a tight embrace. Momo let out a soft moan and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. "Mmm... Daddy... I missed you so much..." Momo tilted her head up, her pink lips brushing against her father’s chin, her slender fingers slipping into his pajama pants to gently grasp his already eager erection. "I missed you too, Momo-chan..." Momo’s father sucked on her flushed lips, his large hands kneading her soft breasts through her uniform. "Two years apart, and my precious daughter has grown even more... These breasts are so soft..." "Hmph... Stop teasing..." Momo giggled coyly, dodging her father’s hungry kisses, though her hands worked even harder, stroking his shaft. "Daddy... I want it... Let’s go to the bedroom... I can’t wait to devour your big cock..." Momo’s father let out a hoarse chuckle, one hand lifting Momo by her buttocks to carry her, the other pulling open the bedroom door.

The room was already prepared with a mattress, ready for the father and daughter to fully indulge in their long-delayed forbidden pleasure.

Once inside, Momo’s father eagerly tossed her onto the bed, leaning down to fiercely claim her lips. Momo responded passionately, her sweet tongue darting out to tease his mouth while her hands hurriedly unfastened his belt, pulling out his thick, throbbing cock. "Mmm... Daddy..." Momo moaned, her hands rapidly stroking the rigid shaft. "It’s so big... I want to taste it..." Momo’s father growled, tearing open Momo’s blouse and bra, lowering his head to suck hard on one swollen, sensitive nipple. "Ah... Daddy... It feels so good..." Momo gasped repeatedly, her hands pressing his head against her chest. "Harder... Mmm... Daddy, bite me... I want you to devour me..." "Momo... My baby..." Momo’s father released her nipple, kissing down her collarbone to her abdomen, his large hands kneading her full, soft breasts, thumbs teasing her erect nipples. "You little slut... You’re getting naughtier..." he said, before taking her other nipple into his mouth, sucking vigorously, his tongue skillfully flicking the sensitive bud.

Momo’s hands tangled in her father’s dark hair, her head thrown back as she cried out wantonly, her body writhing involuntarily, her breasts morphing into various shapes under her father’s ministrations. "Ahh... I can’t take it... It’s too intense..." Momo’s body trembled uncontrollably, her pussy already soaking wet. "Daddy... Don’t just focus on me... Take care of my pussy too..." "Alright... Whatever my baby daughter wants, Daddy will give you..." Momo’s father released her, kissing down to the inside of her thighs, then slipping a finger into her drenched entrance. "Oh... Ah..." Momo arched her body, her tight, wet pussy sucking his finger with wet sounds. "Daddy... You’re so good at this..." Momo’s father added another finger, thrusting into her tight hole, while his other hand climbed to her erect breasts, kneading them roughly. "Ahh... I’m going to break... It’s too good..." Momo cried out pitifully, her core gushing with hot liquid. "Daddy... Deeper... Fuck me with your big cock..." "Momo... You little whore... Daddy’s going to satisfy you..."

Momo’s father withdrew his fingers, climbing over her and pressing his thick cock against her chest. "Good girl... Service Daddy..." he commanded, guiding his cock to her red lips. Momo gave him a seductive glance before lowering her head, taking the massive head into her mouth. "Mmm... So big..." Momo hummed contentedly, her lips and tongue working together to suck and lick, her tongue teasing the sensitive tip and ridge. "Daddy’s cock is still so delicious..." Momo’s father hissed in pleasure, grabbing her breasts and pulling his cock from her mouth to slide it between her pale, soft mounds. "Baby... Let Daddy enjoy your big tits..." he murmured, squeezing her breasts and thrusting his cock between them. "Ah... Daddy... So intense..." Momo tilted her head back, tears forming at the corners of her eyes, but her moans grew louder. "My tits... Daddy’s going to break them..." "Baby... Your tits were made for Daddy to fuck..." Momo’s father panted, speeding up, his cock sliding smoothly between her slick breasts. "Come on... Shoot all over me, Daddy..."

With one final thrust, Momo’s father buried his cock deep in her cleavage, the tip brushing her chin, and erupted, spraying thick, white cum across her. "Ahh..." Momo’s eyes widened in a daze, her breasts drenched in her father’s cum, the white liquid trickling down her neck and pooling in her collarbone. Momo’s father pulled out, admiring her soaked breasts with satisfaction. "Baby... Look how depraved you are..." he said with a grin, stroking her cum-covered chest. "You just got home, and you’ve already made Daddy cum on you..." "Hmph... It’s all your fault, Daddy..." Momo pouted playfully, punching him lightly, then lifted her breasts, licking their mixed fluids with lewd sounds. "Daddy’s taste is still so good..." Seeing this lascivious display, Momo’s father’s recently sated desire stirred again. He pulled her close, positioning her to straddle him, his cock aligned with her dripping pussy. "Come on, baby daughter... Let Daddy claim you again..." he said hoarsely, gripping her round hips and thrusting upward.

"Ahh... Daddy..." Momo threw her head back, her body trembling violently as another wave of pleasure surged from her core. Momo’s father began moving, his cock plunging in and out of her tight pussy, each thrust burying him fully before pulling out, leaving just the tip at her entrance. "Ahh... Too fast..." Momo clutched his shoulders, her body swaying with his rhythm. "Slow down... Ah... I’m going to cum again..." Momo’s father ignored her, intensifying his pace, each thrust slamming into her most sensitive spot. "Baby... If you can hold back, I’ll slow down..." he teased wickedly, his hands kneading her snowy breasts, thumbs pressing her sensitive nipples in sync with his thrusts. "Mmm... Daddy... I can’t..." Momo collapsed into his arms, her body shuddering, waves of pleasure overwhelming her. "Then you’re done for..." Momo’s father smirked, pulling out completely before slamming back in with force. "Ah—!" Momo screamed, her senses shattered by the deep thrust, a flood of liquid gushing from her core as she climaxed. "Baby... You’re so lewd..." Momo’s father slowed his movements, his cock still sliding in her hypersensitive post-orgasm pussy. "Cumming so fast from Daddy’s cock..."

Momo slumped against his shoulder, sobbing softly. "Daddy... I can’t... You’re too strong..." she said brokenly, her body still trembling from the lingering pleasure. "I’m going to die from your fucking..." Momo’s father kissed the tears from her eyes, his hips still moving, driving his thick cock deep into her core. "Baby... Don’t worry... Daddy will take care of you..." he soothed, speeding up again, each thrust scraping her most sensitive spot. "Tell Daddy... Compared to your boyfriend, who’s better?" "Daddy... You’re so mean..." Momo blushed but admitted, "You’re so much better... His cock isn’t even half as big as yours..." "And... I’ve already drained him... He can’t satisfy me anymore..." she panted, her body swaying uncontrollably. "I only want Daddy to fuck me... To show him who makes me happier..." "Baby... So honest..." Momo’s father grinned, thrusting hard, piercing her deepest spot. "Then let Daddy conquer you completely... So you’ll never forget my cock..." "Ah..." Momo threw her head back, a high-pitched moan escaping as another gush of liquid poured from her core.

Momo’s father seized the moment, gripping her waist and pounding into her sensitive post-orgasm state. "Baby... Daddy’s going to fuck you to death..." he growled, his cock ravaging her wet pussy, hitting bottom with every thrust. "You’re mine... Only mine..." "Daddy... I want you too..." Momo clung to his neck, her breasts bouncing wildly. "I only want you to fuck me... I don’t care about anyone else..." Momo’s father, driven mad by her words, fucked her with near-brutal force, each thrust crushing her sensitive spot, eliciting more wet sounds. "Baby... You’re Daddy’s angel..." he murmured, pulling out completely before slamming back in, piercing her deepest, most vulnerable spot. "Ah—!" Momo screamed, biting his shoulder as her G-spot took the fatal hit, an unprecedented wave of pleasure overwhelming her, causing her to squirt uncontrollably. "Baby... You did it..." Momo’s father roared with delight, erupting inside her, flooding her womb with his cum.

They collapsed together, their ragged breathing slowly calming. "Baby... I can never get enough of you..." Momo’s father rasped, his hand stroking her bare back, lingering on her round ass. "Daddy... I want you too... I want to keep doing this with you..." Momo hugged his neck, her lips brushing his jaw, still insatiable. "Then let’s go, my little vixen..." Momo’s father flipped her over, pinning her beneath him, his cock hardening again and pressing against her freshly fucked pussy. "Daddy’s going to fuck you until you beg for mercy..." Momo spread her legs, wrapping them around his waist, urging, "Daddy... Hurry..." Momo’s father grinned and thrust in hard, sparking another round of intense sex...

Time flew by, and half the short holiday passed quickly. In every spare moment, Momo and her father indulged in passionate sex in every corner of the house, as if trying to merge their bodies. The dining room, living room, kitchen, bedroom, bathroom—every place bore the marks of their debauchery. Momo’s pussy and ass were thoroughly fucked by her father, gushing at the slightest touch; his stamina and endurance reached astonishing levels, fucking her to delirium nearly every night. Addicted, they couldn’t stop, clinging to each other whenever her mother was away, trying every position in countless rounds of relentless thrusting until they were utterly spent.

Though utterly depraved, this seemed the perfect way for the long-separated father and daughter to reconnect—in the throes of sex, time seemed to stop, their souls perfectly aligned, with no barriers between them. They devoured each other as if making up for two years apart, sometimes pushing each other to the limit just to chase that mind-shattering ecstasy.

But such a life was fleeting, and as the holiday’s end loomed, they faced the reality of parting...

The air grew heavy with impending separation, and Momo’s emotions became complex. She was eager to return to Korea and shine on stage, but she couldn’t bear leaving her father. These days had deepened her attachment to him. As she wrestled with her feelings, her father knocked on her door.

"Baby... Are you asleep?"

Momo’s heart raced as she leapt out of bed to open the door. Her father immediately pulled her into his arms, kissing her deeply. "Daddy... We have to part again..." Momo said sadly, clinging to his neck, her lips brushing his jaw with soft kisses. "Baby... I know... But I couldn’t hold back..." Momo’s father said with a wry smile, his hands roaming her body, kneading her full breasts through her clothes. "Let’s make the most of tonight... I won’t wake you in the morning..." Momo understood—he wanted to fuck her senseless one last time to make up for their upcoming separation. She nodded, letting him push her onto the bed, stripping her clothes off to reveal her tender, alluring body.

His heated gaze raked over her naked form before he leaned down to kiss her breasts, his tongue flicking between her sensitive nipples. "Ah... Daddy..." Momo moaned, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, pressing his head toward her more private areas. He obliged, burying his face between her thighs, his skilled tongue teasing her clit and dipping into her wet hole. "Oh...! Daddy... Stop...!" Momo’s moans grew louder, her pussy flooding under his expert touch, lost in the madness of their passion.

Feeling her gushing arousal, he knew she was ready. He knelt between her legs, gripping his ready cock and rubbing it against her slick entrance before thrusting in hard, hitting her deepest spot. "Ah—!" Momo screamed, his massive cock filling her completely, striking her G-spot and sending waves of pleasure crashing through her. He grabbed her waist and pounded relentlessly, each thrust crushing her sensitive spot, drawing more sweet sounds. "Baby... You’re so good... So tight..." he panted, his cock ravaging her pussy. "You’re Daddy’s... Forever..." Momo’s tear-filled eyes held a dazed, enraptured look as she hugged his neck, thrusting her hips to meet his, her pussy clenching around him. "Daddy... I want you... Give it to me..." she begged, lost to reason, wanting only to be filled by him...

"As you wish... My baby..." He roared, speeding up, his final deep thrust flooding her womb with his cum. Momo cried out, her body convulsing with another climax, her nails digging into his back...

A car horn sounded outside—dawn was approaching. Momo’s father gently wiped her body clean with a towel. "Daddy... I’m really leaving tomorrow..." Momo lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, still lost in the afterglow, reluctant to return to reality. He kissed her forehead softly. "Silly girl, we’ll have another holiday, won’t we?" Momo turned to him. "Will there really be a next time?" He smirked. "Of course, and I’m already thinking about how to fuck you next time." He paused, his eyes lingering on her breasts. "Like... bringing Sana and Jihyo along for a foursome..." "Ah—! Daddy, how could you...!" Momo gasped, imagining the scandalous scene if she brought her bandmates to meet her father.

Her heart raced despite her embarrassment... She was shy but couldn’t help fantasizing. Sana was one thing, but Jihyo, the dependable leader she barely knew in this context... "Damn it... Daddy, how could you say that..." She flushed, trying to get off the bed. He pulled her back, chuckling. "Don’t be shy... I’m just planning ahead... Trust me, Sana and Jihyo have already been in my bed..." Momo froze, staring at her grinning father in disbelief. She knew Sana was also her father’s lover, but... Jihyo? Jihyo, the reliable, professional leader—how could she...? "You... How do you know..." Momo stammered, a mix of disbelief and jealousy in her tone. "Jihyo never told me..." "Heh..." Momo’s father smirked, kneading her ass. "You think Jihyo could escape me? She’s better at hiding it than I am..."

Momo’s heart sank—he’d even taken Jihyo... That was too much! "Daddy... How could you... Jihyo’s my respected leader..." she protested, tears in her eyes. "What else are you hiding from me..." He shook his head, sighing. "Baby... You know our relationship is taboo... I’ve been careful to keep it secret. I didn’t expect Jihyo to have her own designs on me... She raped me when I wasn’t paying attention, then kept seducing me. I couldn’t resist..." "What?!" Momo’s eyes widened, staring at the man lying so convincingly. "Daddy, you’re making that up! You must’ve started it!" He laughed, denying it. "You trust Jihyo over me?" He kissed her lightly. "Don’t worry... I’ll fuck Sana and Jihyo just as good as I fuck you..." Momo pouted, indignant. "I don’t care... Daddy’s mine alone... You can’t touch other girls..." "Alright... I promise I won’t, as long as you bring them to me to fuck," he said, rubbing her lip with his thumb, his tone wicked.

Momo bit her lip, unsure how to respond. She was jealous of Jihyo and others but also craved watching her father dominate other women... This conflict tormented her, trapping her in a deep struggle... Finally, she made up her mind. "Fine... I agree... But Daddy has to promise not to neglect me when you’re fucking other girls..." She met his gaze defiantly. "You can fuck anyone, but you have to save the most love for me..." He laughed heartily, pinning her down. "Greedy girl... But I like it." He sealed her lips with his, his fingers slipping back into her wet pussy. "Mmm... Daddy... No..." Momo protested weakly, unable to resist his powerful body as he had his way with her... "Don’t worry... I’ll satisfy you, my baby..." he murmured, his fingers thrusting rapidly, bringing wave after wave of pleasure...

[blehblahlol]

Tongue and Memory pt. 2

Jisoo X Old Man The old studio still smelled like sweat and pine-scented cleaner. Jisoo's heels clacked against the hardwood, sharp and sure. Her white button-down fluttered open, revealing a tight black crop top that framed her chest. The plaid mini skirt hugged her hips, the scalloped hem brushing her thighs. A mirror lined the far wall, and in it, she saw her reflection: older, harder, but poised like never before.

Seo was alone at the piano, scribbling notes. He looked up and paused. He hadn’t changed much. Still lean, still smug.

"Jisoo."

She didn’t smile. "It’s been a while, hasn’t it?"

He stood. "Ten years. You look... better than ever."

"You look exactly the same. Still lurking in rehearsal rooms."

He chuckled softly. "I saw the tour videos. Your voice’s matured beautifully."

"You always said I held back."

"You don’t anymore."

She took a step closer, her gaze unwavering. "That’s because of you. You broke me, Seo. And I rebuilt better. Stronger."

"Is that why you came back?"

"To show you what you made."

Her fingers worked at his zipper with no hesitation. He stiffened but said nothing.

"I remember the first time. You made me kneel. Said it was about breath control."

She dropped to her knees, skirt riding up. Her tongue flicked against him, then again, slow and warm.

He groaned. "Fuck. Still remember the shape of me?"

"Every inch," she whispered. "But I’m not here to remember. I’m here to demonstrate."

She sucked him deep, letting him hit the back of her throat, then pulling back to tease the tip. Her hand worked him as her mouth alternated between flicks and full suction. She held eye contact the whole time.

"You didn’t know I could be this good, did you?"

"No," he gasped. "You’ve changed."

She pulled back, spit shining her lips. "Watch."

Her breasts, modest but firm, pressed together as she leaned forward. She wrapped them around his shaft, moving slowly at first. The friction made him twitch.

"You trained the voice. I trained everything else."

Seo's fingers curled into the edge of the piano bench. "Holy shit."

She increased the pace, stroking him with the soft press of her chest, adding a tongue-flick every few strokes.

"You want to come?"

"Yes."

She stopped instantly.

"Beg."

"Please. Jisoo, please let me."

She grinned, standing, mounting his lap like she owned the moment. Her thighs closed around him as she settled on his length, sliding in inch by inch.

"You feel me? This is mine now. Not yours."

He growled, his hands gripping her hips. She leaned forward, feeding him one breast, then the other.

"Suck."

He did, desperate. She rode him hard, rocking with purpose, her moans raw and honest. Sweat dotted her brow, the studio lights catching every motion.

"Fuck, Jisoo—"

"Say it. Say I own you."

"You do," he gasped.

She bit her lip, her body tightening. Her climax came fast, hips grinding harder.

"I want it in my mouth," she panted, slowing.

Seo was close. His grip changed—tighter, needier.

"No. Inside."

Her eyes widened. "Don’t you da—"

He thrust up, fast and deep. She cried out, trying to lift off, but he held her firm.

"Seo, wait—fuck—"

He came with a grunt, filling her. She gasped, frozen, her hands on his chest.

Silence.

When she climbed off, she was trembling, skin flushed, thighs slick.

"I said mouth."

He looked up, dazed. "I needed you to feel it. Still mine."

"You’re such a bastard."

"You came here to prove something. You did. But you're still learning."

She sat beside him, catching her breath. Her reflection stared back from the mirror: hair tousled, lips swollen, chest glistening.

He touched her thigh. "You’re incredible. But some things never change."

"Like what?"

He leaned close. "At the end of the day, you’re still my student."

She didn’t pull away. Didn’t argue.

The hum of the studio lights buzzed overhead.

And Jisoo sank to her knees again, slow and sure.

"Then teach me."

His breath caught as she took him back into her mouth. Her lips wrapped tight around him, tongue teasing the underside. She moaned as she sucked, more eager this time. More skilled.

"God, Jisoo—you’re unreal."

He was still hard—barely softened from the first time—slick with spit and the sticky aftermath. Jisoo didn’t waste a second. She dropped between his legs, knees pressed into the cheap carpet tiles of the studio floor. The chair creaked under him as he leaned back, legs spread, breath already short.

She took him in deep, her mouth hot, wet, demanding. The slap of suction echoed faintly off the soundproof foam lining the walls. Saliva slipped free, thick and shining down her chin.

Her hand gripped the base, pumping slow. Her other palm cradled his balls, skin warm and tight, her touch both cruel and tender.

“I told you,” she whispered against the slick length, tongue dragging along the vein beneath, “I want it in my mouth. Not anywhere else.”

“Jisoo—fuck—you’re gonna make me—”

“Good.” She locked eyes with him, lips parted, spit-glossed. “That’s the fucking lesson.”

Her head dipped again, pace brutal now. The rhythm fast, vulgar, wet. His hips twitched with every stroke, every pull of her throat. His breath hitched, teeth grit. Hands clenched the armrests of the chair, white-knuckled.

Then he broke.

He came hard, groaning low, spilling deep on her tongue. Hot. Salty. Thick. His thighs trembled under her grip.

She didn’t flinch. She swallowed it all—slow and smooth—and leaned back only when he’d stopped twitching.

Then, she opened her mouth, tongue out. Clean.

“Nothing wasted.”

Seo slumped in the chair, a mess of sweat, breath, and silence. One arm draped across the mixer board behind him. His shirt stuck to his back.

Jisoo stood. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, buttoned her blouse with slow precision, still kneeling between his legs.

When she rose, she didn’t look at him right away. Just smoothed her shirt, tucked it back into her jeans, then met his eyes.

“Now we’re even.”

She left him there—wrecked and wordless—beneath the soft buzz of studio lights.

[blehblahlol]

Haerin's Homecoming

Today is the day my little girl comes home. Most fathers celebrate their daughter's 18th birthday by sending them away to some far-off college. Me, I just wanted my little girl back home with me. I hadn't seen her since she was 14. She always refused visits. Maybe it was pride or anger or resentment. Whatever the reason, all I had were her letters. A father needs more.

"Augustus?" a correction officer called.

I was jerked out of my thoughts, glancing around the waiting room, plastic blue chairs bolted to the floor and white concrete walls. This place was hell. I stood up and went to the counter.

"Yes?"

"Sign here. She's coming out."

I signed here; I signed there; I signed anywhere this man told me to if it bought my daughter's freedom. He took his clipboard back and then picked up the phone. I was too absorbed in my own thoughts to listen. My heart was hammering. I was going to see my little girl again. I was so nervous. I straightened my tie. I don't know why I dressed up, but it felt wrong to come here in jeans and t-shirt.

Nevertheless, I stared at the white door off to the side of the room, waiting for it to open and an angel to fly through. I was prepared for the worst though. Haerin was always a rebellious girl, with a bitter temper. She ran with a bad crowd when she was younger. Still, it was enough if I could just see her again. Of course, I never expected her to come through the door behind me.

"Daddy?"

I didn't immediately turn around because Haerin never called me "Daddy." It was always "Gus," just to spite me. Still, her sweet voice got my attention quickly enough and I spun on my heel.

"Haerin?"

"Hi," she said.

I was stunned. She had really blossomed. She used to be so thin and pale, dressing in baggy clothes and wearing black makeup. As a father, I know I shouldn't have taken note of my daughter's breasts, but she didn't enter juvenile hall with those, so I wasn't expecting her to walk out with them. They were so... full and firm, with the hint of her nipples hidden behind a white t-shirt.

I ripped my eyes away from her breasts, scanning her hourglass frame. Her hips were pronounced, with meaty thighs and long legs. I forced my eyes to her face instead of her body. Her black hair was tied in a ponytail behind her head, with her bangs falling in her brown eyes. She had really grown into a woman. I hardly recognized her. And she was so tall! I felt the need to point this out to her.

"You're so tall!"

She smiled at me. She smiled! Well, stick a fork in me; I could die a happy man just to get a smile. Then she ran across the small waiting room and crashed into me, her plump breasts mashing into my chest, her lithe arms wrapping around my neck. She hugged me so tightly, I wasn't sure if she was trying to strangle me. I didn't expect this at all.

Then she kissed me. It wasn't a kiss on the cheek either. She kissed me right on the lips, something she had never done before. The kiss didn't last long, just a peck, but I felt every bit of her soft lips against mine. Maybe she had been aiming for my cheek and just missed, but either way it froze me to my core.

"I've missed you so much, Daddy."

"I, I missed you too, Haerin," I stammered. She missed me? I thought she hated me. She rarely even replied my letters. "Did you get my letters?"

"Of course, all of them," she said, taking a deep breath, staring at me and keeping a smile on her face. "Thanks. They really kept me going. I wanted to write back, but postage is so expensive in here."

"Oh. I wish you would've told me. I would've sent money."

"That's okay. Girls have a way of losing money in here."

"I see. Well, are you ready to go?"

"Yeah, I think I've stayed long enough. You don't know how much I've been looking forward to getting out of here."

"Me too," I said.

Haerin had to sign her own papers, and then she was given a bag with her personal effects. I was still marveling at how much she'd grown. I stared at her back as she leaned over the counter, signing those papers. My eyes kept drifting down to her shapely ass in a pair of tight blue jeans, a perfect broken heart. The way she shifted from foot to foot made her ass sway back and forth. I kept looking away... but my eyes kept coming back. She had grown so much.

"Yay, I'm free!" she cried as she stepped out of juvenile hall. She stuck her arms out Shawshank style and looked up at the blue sky. "Even the air smells better on this side of the fence."

I chuckled and walked on. Haerin caught up, bumping into my side, wrapping herself around my arm.

"Thanks for picking me up, Daddy."

"Well, of course. You didn't think I would?"

"I know you said you would in your letter, but I dunno... I wouldn't pick me up after what I did."

"I'll always pick you up, sweetheart." I opened the door of my pickup truck and held it for her.

"New truck?" she asked.

"Yeah, the old one got crushed by an earth mover."

"Wow, how did that happen, crazy driver?"

"Er, well, I was the one driving the earth mover. Long story. Get in."

She climbed in and I went around to the other side, starting the engine and pulling away from that terrible juvenile hall. I felt like I was aiding in a prisoner escape, and based on my daughter's long sigh, I think she felt the same way.

"Phew," she said. "So what have I missed? Catch me up on your life, Daddy. Are you still working construction?"

"Yup. It pays the bills."

She grinned at me from the passenger side and reached over to grab my bicep. Then her hand ran from my arm to my chest. "I can tell. You're still in great shape."

I laughed nervously. "Thanks, I guess."

She smiled and stared at me. Then she unbuckled her seatbelt and scooted over on the bench seat so she was right beside me. She took my arm and once again wrapped herself around it, holding my hand between both of hers. She tucked her feet up under her butt and rested her head on my shoulder.

"I've missed you so much, Daddy."

"I missed you too, baby."

She kissed the back of my hand, but when she brought it back down, she carefully tucked it between her knees. Electricity shot up my arm. What the hell was my hand doing between her knees? But she wasn't done: she adjusted my hand, sliding it even higher up between her thighs. What was going on? I could feel the warmth of her body even through the thick denim of her jeans, the supple nature of her skin underneath. I gently squeezed and stroked my thumb, unsure if it was right or wrong to do so.

"Mmm, my daddy," she whispered and kissed my jaw. Her lips lingered on my skin, and when she pulled away, I felt the wet outline of her kiss. "I love you so much."

Did she just say she loved me? Haerin never said that when she was younger, not even in her letters. "I love you too, baby."

She took a breath. "So, um, can we get a few things out of the way?"

"Sure," I said, but I was still thinking about my hand pinned between her thighs and the way she was caressing my forearm, tickling my arm hair. Was this normal? Had I forgotten how teenaged girls acted with their fathers? My Haerin certainly never acted this way.

"Item number one," she said, looking forward. "How long can I stay at home until I have to move out?"

"Move out? You're welcome to stay as long as you want. But if you want to move out on your own, I understand."

She looked back, smiling again. "I wanna stay forever. I never want to move out."

"Oh? I'm sure you'll meet a guy down the line, get married, all that. But until then, you're always welcome at home."

"Good. But about that meeting a guy thing..." she said, clearing her throat.

"You've already met a man?" I couldn't fathom how that had happened at an all-girls correctional facility, maybe a pen pal. "It's not a correction officer, is it?"

"No. Actually... I'm a lesbian now."

I went off the road. The whole car vibrated to warn me I was on the shoulder and I swerved back into my lane. "A carpet cleaner!?" I cried.

"The mud mat too," Haerin said, biting her lower lip. "Are you grossed out? Did I just get disowned?"

"Uh, no, no, of course not," I said, regaining my composure. I took my hand out from between her thighs, putting it firmly on the wheel. At least I knew there was nothing sexual there after all. I wasn't sure if I was relieved or not. "It's just, I was raised conservative, but, uh, wow, that's your choice. I've already lost you for four years. I'm not going to throw away any more time by telling you how to live your life."

"Thanks, Daddy."

"Just... wow. Can I ask what made you switch teams? Why'd you decide to put down the bat and pick up the glove?"

"Well, I've never had a turn at bat, so to speak, but I had some cellmates that taught me a few new, um, plays."

"You're not attracted to men at all now?"

"I dunno. I haven't seen any men in a while."

"Right."

"But I still love you, Daddy!" she said, stretching over and wrapping herself around my arm again. She bent her neck around and kissed me right on the mouth, mashing our closed lips together, wet saliva turning sticky as it met skin. It shocked me and I swerved off the road again.

"C-careful, honey, I can't see the road."

"Aww," she said, kissing my cheek. She began nuzzling her nose into my jaw. "Mmm, you smell so nice, Daddy. I've missed your cologne."

She hugged me from the side again, and then she rested her hand on my knee. She stroked upward, right across my thigh. Lightning shot through my body again. Why was she touching me like this? Should I say something? Did she not realize it was inappropriate to stroke her father's leg like that? And what was wrong with me that it was making my cock twitch. Lord help me!

"So, ahem," I said, "do you want to stop somewhere for anything, clothes, food, whatever?"

"Not right now. I just want to go home and be with my daddy. The rest can wait."

"Home it is," I said.

"Can we order a pizza when we get back?" she asked. "I haven't had pizza in so long."

"Sounds perfect," I said.

Haerin hung on my arm the entire way home, draping herself over me, her hand resting on my thigh, stroking back and forth. I convinced myself it was just her way of showing affection. At least, I hoped that was all it was. But either way, it was a long trip, and it kept my thoughts dirty the whole way.

Haerin's eyes brightened up when I turned down the long dirt driveway to our property. She finally took her hand off my thigh, straightening up to look all round the old farm. The barn was abandoned and the field was overgrown. It hadn't been worked since before my grandfather passed away.

"It's just like I remember," she said.

"It hasn't changed much since I was a boy."

"Am I still forbidden from playing in the barn?"

"You're 18 now, so if you don't care about snakes and rats and rotten wood that could collapse at any moment, you can go anywhere you want."

She giggled and looked at me. "I think I'll stick to the house. It's no fun if I'm allowed to do it."

"You always were a rebellious child," I teased.

"I'm better now," she said. "You'll see."

"You're my little girl, good or bad."

"Thanks, Daddy."

I parked next to the other car in the driveway, a red Jetta. Haerin climbed out and came around the truck, glancing at the car. "Whose car is this?"

"That's my weekend car."

"You bought a Jetta for yourself?"

"Yup. Great mileage."

"Hm, seems kinda girly."

"Hey, this car can pick up chicks."

Haerin giggled. "Maybe I can borrow it then."

"Oh yeah, we can cruise down to the beach and check out girls together."

Haerin hugged me. "I'm glad you're okay with it."

"Well, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't hoping you'd come around, but... it's your life."

Inside the house, Haerin looked like she'd found the Chocolate Factory. The living room hadn't changed much in the last few years. An old sectional couch still divided the room in half, with the dining room and kitchen through the archway, and a staircase that led up to the second floor. That's where she stopped, staring at the base of those stairs.

"The floor looks different."

"Yeah, I put in new hardwood."

"Couldn't get the stain out, huh?"

I didn't answer.

"No ghosts in the house, right?"

"No ghosts. You won't even think about it after a while. I don't."

"You're not the one who did it."

"It was an accident, Haerin. Let's go upstairs."

She marched up the stairs and down the hallway where her room was, stepping inside.

"Wow," she said. "It's exactly like I remember, like, everything." She glanced around the room at the twin-sized bed, the white dresser against the wall, the CRT TV. She knocked her knuckles against the screen. "We didn't even have these old things in juvie."

"I wanted to preserve it for authenticity."

She opened her closet next, spreading open a 14-year-old's wardrobe. "Oh my god, you kept my clothes."

"It was like a shrine," I said, leaning against the wall.

She grinned at me. "Or you're still as lazy as ever."

"Or that."

She pulled out an old soccer jersey, number nine, with her name on the back. "Wow, remember how I used to wear this all the time, even when I didn't have games?"

"You were dedicated."

"I was. Always play to win, right, Daddy?"

I smiled. "I taught you well."

"I wonder if it still fits."

Haerin suddenly grabbed her t-shirt and lifted it up, exposing her toned tummy and little belly button. I had no time to cover my eyes or turn away or jump out the window before I saw her standing there in her white bra.

"Jesus, Haerin!" I cried as I gouged my eyes with my palms. "I'm right here!"

I heard her laugh. "Calm down, Daddy. It's no big deal."

"No big deal?" I shouted into the darkness. "You're my daughter!"

"Okay, okay, sorry. I'm used to undressing in front of other girls all the time."

"Do I look like a girl?"

"You can open your eyes now. I've changed."

I opened them. The first thing I noticed was the soccer jersey was way too small for her. The bigger issue, however, was that while I was blinded, she had also taken off her bra. It was lying on the bed. The jersey was hugging her ample breasts tightly, cupping them and revealing their shape. I could see her nipples poking out against the fabric. She had been topless right in front of me!

"You took off your bra!" I immediately regretted saying that. It was like I had admitted I was staring at her tits.

"I hate wearing bras. They make you in juvie though."

She turned and faced the mirror, looking at herself. She ran her hands up her waist, ribs, and along the sides of her breasts.

"Doesn't fit like it used to, huh?" she said, adjusting her breasts in the shirt.

"No," I said, trying not to stare.

"Well, my tits weren't this big four years ago," she said, cupping her breasts and squeezing them.

"Jesus, Haerin," I said, turning my head.

"What? What'd I do?"

I had to remind myself that my poor daughter had been living under much different conditions. I didn't want to yell at her for behaving in a way that was obviously normal to her. "It's just... nothing. I'm just, uh, I'm not used to having a girl around the house."

"Aw, I'm sorry. I guess I'm forgetting you're not just my daddy; you're a boy too."

She hugged my arm, my elbow sandwiched between her loose tits as she stretched up and kissed my cheek. "Mmm," she mumbled and kissed again. Her nose rubbed against my jaw as she kept kissing, edging toward the corner of my mouth.

"O-okay, honey," I said, pulling free, looking at her tits again, still strangled inside that jersey.

"Daddy, lighten up," she said. "You're gonna have to get used to me living here. You said I could stay forever."

"You're right," I said, looking down.

She smiled, and then she turned her back. She took a few large steps and then jumped onto her bed, bouncing on it, her tits jiggling in her jersey. The material had ridden up, exposing her midriff and the perfect curves that led down to her hips. God, how had I ever had a hand in producing this sexy creature? She patted the mattress.

"Come sit with me for a minute."

"Uh, why?"

"I wanna talk to you. I wanna catch up."

"Well, we can do that downstairs on the sofa, can't we?"

"I do all my talking lying down. It's the only place when you live in a cell." She patted the bed again. "Come on, celly, let's gossip."

I came over and sat on the bed, leaning my back against the headboard. There wasn't much room on the twin-sized mattress, but we didn't need any, because Haerin crawled over, slinging one leg over mine, her knee resting between my thighs, her arm wrapping around my waist, her head lying down on my chest. I stiffened for a moment but then relaxed. This was my daughter, not a stranger. Surely it was all right to hold her in bed. I put my arm around her and stroked her back. It was nice to have my baby girl home.

"It's nice to have you home, baby," I said.

"It's nice to be home with you, Daddy," she said, her hand sliding across my stomach. "You're really hard."

"What? I am not!"

She giggled up at me. "I meant your stomach."

"Oh, er, it's the job."

"Lemme see your chest," she said.

"Haerin..."

She began unbuttoning my shirt. I didn't stop her as she opened it and ran her hand across my abdomen, her little fingers feeling the contours of my muscles. She playfully squeezed my pectorals.

"Wow, my daddy is sexier than ever."

"So says the lesbian," I said.

"Well, just because I like pussy doesn't mean I can't appreciate an attractive guy, even if he is my daddy," she said, winking up at me.

I cleared my throat. I didn't like hearing her say "pussy" like that. Still, I suppose she was just trying to compliment me. "Thanks, sweetheart. You've really blossomed into a beautiful woman too."

"Thanks," she said, pinching my sides and wiggling for her fingers.

I chuckled and squirmed. "Okay, no tickling."

"I'm not tickling," she said, digging her fingers into my ribcage.

I squirmed again. This was uncomfortable, no matter how playful I wanted to pretend it was, feeling her fingers run across my sides and up my chest, her palms crossing my nipples.

"Okay, okay," I said, freeing myself from her hands and climbing off the bed. "We should order that pizza before we starve. I also have a birthday present for you, and cake too."

"Aw, really?" she said, sitting up. "What's my gift?"

"It's a surprise."

Haerin was grinning. "It's the Jetta, isn't it?"

"I'm not telling."

She giggled. "You're such a nice daddy." She came and slipped her hands around my waist, underneath my shirt, her fingers caressing my bare skin. I felt her sharp nails on my lower back as she hugged me. "Thank you. You're making this so much easier than I thought it would be."

"You deserve some easy in your life, Haerin."

She grinned up at me. "You know I don't have a license, right?"

"I'll teach you. You can take the test when you're ready."

"You're the best daddy ever, you know that?"

"You're not so bad yourself, kiddo. I wanna get you back into the world, get you into college, keep you on the right track. You have your whole life ahead of you."

"As long as you're in my life," she said, stretching up on her tiptoes to kiss my lips. It surprised me once again, her soft lips touching mine, our mouths parting for each other, like it was completely normal for her. I held her lower lip between mine for a moment, just savoring the kiss. I think I felt her tongue start to come out, but I pulled away before I could be sure.

"Uh, yeah," I said, clearing my throat. "Well, uh, do you want to test drive your car while we wait for the pizza? Or have a slice of cake?"

...Or do anything at all to assuage my guilty lust, I thought.

She shrugged, lying back down on her bed. "I'm actually really tired. Can we save the cake and the test drive for tomorrow? Let's just stay here and watch TV."

"Of course, sweetie. It's your day. I'll go order."

"Okay. Don't forget what I like, pepperoni and olives!"

"Damn, I thought you would have outgrown the olives."

I left my daughter alone and called the pizza place. I was feeling nervous to go back into her room. She was so affectionate, not like she used to be when she was younger. Juvenile detention had really changed her. She clearly had no sexual motives. I don't think she even realized the way she was acting was inappropriate, which led me to believe she must have had a very informal relationship with the other girls in detention. She had undoubtedly been having casual lesbian sex with someone, maybe several someone's, and her demeanor with me was just an extension of that. I didn't want to come out and say stop though. I was rebuilding my relationship with her, and if we got off on the wrong foot, we may never get back on the right one.

She was flipping through channels when I came back in, still lying on her bed. She smiled at me and patted the space beside her, taking away any other option before it could pop into my head. I sat beside her, and she rested her head on my thigh. She cuddled up with my leg, her ample breasts pressing into my calf. I kept my back straight as my daughter focused on the TV. The quality of the picture was terrible.

"I forgot how many channels there are with cable," she said. "We didn't get to watch much TV, and when we did it was only the news."

"What did you do most of the time?" I asked.

She shrugged; her hand began stroking my knee. "Read mostly, played cards, ate each other out."

"P-pardon?"

She glanced up. "Me and the other girls, we ate each other out. Why do you look so surprised?"

"I, I just, I don't know, didn't expect you to say it like that."

She put her head back down. "Not sure how else to put it."

"Yeah," I said. I didn't like that thought though, picturing Haerin naked on her back, her legs spread open while some girl put her face between her thighs and lapped at her pussy with her tongue. It bothered me... and aroused me. "Didn't the guards stop you?"

"Of course, but it's not like we did it out in the yard."

"Did you have many partners?" I wasn't sure if it was appropriate to ask, but I was curious.

"Not really, but it's kind of an initiation thing, making new girls eat you out."

"Oh. Did you, er, make someone do that to you?"

"No, I didn't have any status. I got passed around a lot, like a bitch."

"Oh my god."

"It's okay, Daddy," she said, smiling up at me. "I started to like it a lot, and now I'm a lesbian, so it worked out."

I gave her a kiss on the forehead to show her I still loved her and accepted her. She titled her head up and stretched her neck, kissing my lips again. I didn't pull away immediately. Maybe I just wanted to see how long it would last before she pulled away, but I definitely wasn't expecting her to feed her tongue into my mouth. As soon as it was there, I licked it. I began kissing my daughter like a woman, our tongues swirling together as our lips opened and closed. I pulled away, swallowing.

"Uh, honey, we, um, we really shouldn't kiss like that."

"Why not? That's how I always kissed girls in juvie."

"I'm starting to figure that out, but you know, it's a little different for us."

"Not for me. I didn't love them. I love you. So shouldn't I kiss you like I love you?"

"Well, I mean..." I paused. What was I going to say, kiss me like a stranger? Maybe she just needed more time before I laid down rules. "Sorry, you can kiss me however is comfortable for you."

"Really?"

"Sure."

"Mmm, then open your mouth. I wanna suck your tongue."

I couldn't believe she just said that! But it was too late to back out now. She had already mashed her lips into mine, hungrier than before. I had given her permission and she took it, sucking my tongue right out of my mouth. I gave in though, flicking my tongue inside her mouth, tasting hers as they touched. She seemed to love licking my tongue, sucking on it, having it in her mouth, and I gave it to her, let her make love to it with her mouth.

This kiss was getting out of control, but I didn't know how to stop it, not just because I had given her permission, but I liked it, loved kissing her like this, sucking on her lips and feeling her nip at me with her teeth. Worst of all, my cock was getting hard. I could feel my pants restraining my shaft as it grew longer and thicker. I couldn't let myself get hard, not from kissing my daughter. I pulled my mouth away and smiled at her. She was smiling back, her lips red and her breath labored.

"You're a good kisser, Daddy, not like the girls in detention."

"I guess boys kiss differently," I offered.

"Yeah," she said.

She settled back in, her head on my chest. Still, I kept myself sitting upright. I didn't want to lie down with her. This already felt uncomfortable, sitting in bed with my 18-year-old daughter who I hadn't seen in four years. She was like a stranger, but so familiar. And she was so touchy, taking every opportunity to run her hands across my chest, hug me, kiss my lips. It's like she had completely forgotten society's rules while in detention. And I thought detention was the place bad kids went to learn them.

"I'm sorry I'm so clingy right now," she said, clinging to my side, nudging her nose into my neck. "I've just missed you so much, and now that we're back together, I don't feel lonely anymore."

"I'm not going anywhere, honey, and neither are you."

"You promise?" she asked, looking into my eyes.

"I promise."

She hugged me tight around the neck. I held her around the hip. The position was awkward with her beside me, but she fixed that. She climbed up and twisted her butt around and dropped right into my lap.

"If you're not gonna lay, I'm gonna sit here," she said.

Maybe there wasn't anything wrong with it. Yeah, nothing wrong with your daughter sitting in your lap... as long as your cock stayed soft. I willed it with my powers of meditation, but what I suddenly realized is I had no powers of meditation. Her ass was pinning my dick in place, crushing it, and it was getting harder and harder... to fight back. I shifted Haerin in my lap, just enough to get her off my cock, hoping it was enough to calm my dick down. She wasn't helping the situation. Her fingers started to rub up and down the back of my neck, into my short hair, holding me in place in case I changed my mind. Then she began kissing my neck.

"Mmm, Daddy."

My body was tingling. I didn't know how to stop her without hurting her feelings. Her lips followed a trail up my jaw. She blatantly licked from my chin to my lower lip, and then sucked my lip right into her mouth. She was moaning as she began kissing me. My daughter, moaning, a sound I never wanted to hear! I could feel the vibrations from her throat traveling through her tongue and into my mouth.

But god help me, I was kissing her back. Maybe I was telling myself if I didn't, I would offend her, but it just felt so good to kiss her like this, all that wet saliva between us, coating our lips as they slipped and slid against each other, our tongues taking turns in each other's mouths. No man alive had the power to stay soft under such circumstances!

My dick kept expanding in my pants, twitching between my legs as it grew in a space that no longer held it. My daughter's petite little ass kept shifting. It was like she knew my cock was hard and she had every intention of grinding against it. I broke the kiss and pushed her off my lap, standing up and keeping my back to her.

"D-did you hear that? The doorbell! The deliveryman must be here! I'll be right back!"

I ran out of the room, charging down the stairs. I bent over at the bottom of the steps, my hands on my knees as my cock throbbed in confusion. It was softening in retreat now, but to think I had gotten so hard! How could I allow myself to be turned on by my daughter kissing me? Was I some kind of deranged pervert to get excited from this? Did she know? I prayed she didn't. I buttoned up my shirt, but I really wanted to pull my hair out.

"Ah!" I said, jumping in surprise when the doorbell actually rang. I hurried to open the door. It was the pizza guy.

"What up, homie? Medium pepperoni and olives? Fifteen bucks. Don't forget the tip."

I gave the little punk a twenty and thought twice about inviting him in to chaperone me and my own daughter, but he left before I could make the offer. I took some time to grab a couple of sodas, plates, and stalled however else I could in the kitchen.

"Daddy?" I heard Haerin call from upstairs. "I'm starving. Is the pizza here?"

"Yeah, baby, I'll be up in a minute!"

I took a deep breath and marched up the stairs. When I walked back in the bedroom, Haerin was under the blanket... most of her. Her jeans were gone and her left leg was out in the open. I could see all the way up her bare thigh where the waistband of her white panties hugged her hip. My eyes followed her leg back down, over her knee and toned calf. Her skin was so smooth, her flesh supple. She was wiggling her little toes to adjust the blanket.

"I got under the covers," she said. "Hope that's okay."

"Did you want me to let you rest? We can heat this up later."

"No. I just wanted to get comfortable. Come on, I'm starved."

I came over and sat on top of the covers, making sure it formed a barrier between us. She sat up, the blankets bunching around her waist. She was still wearing the soccer jersey, her hard nipples fighting a losing battle with the material. I could see her white panties behind her, along with the crack of her ass. She seemed preoccupied with the pizza, fishing out a slice and taking a bite.

"Mmm, pizza! It's been forever."

"I'm glad you like it," I said, picking olives off my slice and putting them on the paper plate in my lap.

"Mine," she said, taking an olive off my plate. Another olive rolled off, tumbling down between my legs. "Oops," she said, and before I could reach for it, her hand dove between my legs. I jerked as the back of her wrist scraped along my cock and balls. She came back with the olive between her fingers. "Got it!"

"Geez, be careful down there," I said.

She giggled, popping the olive into her mouth. "Relax, Daddy, you don't have the equipment I want."

Her attention returned to the TV while she enjoyed her pizza, but I was still fixated on her touching my cock. Did she have any idea what she was doing to me? Or was she like a child wielding my gun.

"I gotta pee," she declared, jumping out of bed. My eyes were flashed to her panties. They were common bikini briefs, but they hugged her tight ass with love. Then the jersey slipped down, taking my view.

I took a deep breath while she was gone, slapping myself gently in the face. "Get your shit together, Gus."

When she came back a moment later, I could see a flash of her panties as her legs spread with each step. She jumped back into bed and the jersey rode up again. I saw her panties before the blanket covered them. "Yum. Thanks for the pizza, Daddy."

"Sure. I'll clean up," I said, gathering the box and plates and soda cans, taking them downstairs, stealing a few more minutes to clear my head. Obviously all this sexual tension was just on my end. What a terrible father I was, getting horny and thinking about my own daughter while she was just trying to settle in. I went back up stairs and stopped outside her door. "Well, kiddo, how about I let you get some sleep?"

"What? Nooo," she whined. "It's still early."

"But you're ready for bed."

"I know, but don't leave me yet. Please, I'm not used to being alone. Come on. Stay."

Damn. I guess I wasn't free yet. "All right," I said, coming over and sitting down on the bed.

"Under the covers," she said, lifting her arm to open them. I could see her panties again, forming a perfect V between her closed legs, her feet crossed, her toes scratching each other. My eyes were digging between her fleshy thighs, trying to force them open, trying to rip her panties off so I could see her cunt, see that beautiful slit that would open up to me, so pink and moist and wet and welcoming, asking to be licked and touched and fucked. I dragged my eyes away.

"Uh, baby, I'm not really dressed for bed."

"Just stay until I fall asleep. Please, Daddy, for my birthday?"

I sighed and nodded, climbing under the covers. She sunk into my side, her hand once again rubbing over my chest. Her slender fingers moved in a large circle, catching on the buttons of my shirt, slipping inside for an instant before they left.

"Do you want to take your shirt off?" she asked.

"I'm okay."

"You sure? You'd be more comfortable. It looks stuffy, your pants too."

"I'm fine."

"Well, I think it's cute you dressed up to pick me up," she said, stretching her neck and giving me a kiss on the lips again. She opened and closed her mouth, briefly licking inside. I wanted to grab the back of her head and just kiss her like hell, but really, even if she didn't think this was inappropriate, I knew better. I closed my mouth with a seal and smiled at her. She smiled back and put her head on my chest, her eyes on the TV. Her leg came up and rested between my legs, moving up and down, her smooth skin grinding over the numbness of my pants. I wished I could take them off, wished I could feel our flesh warm each other, but this was my daughter. I felt her knee bump into my cock and I closed my eyes, telling myself it wasn't intentional, until she did it again.

"Careful, kiddo."

"Hm?"

"I'm not a girl, you know? You can't knee me there."

"Oh, did I hurt your cock?"

Why did she have to use that word? Hearing her say it was like an aphrodisiac. "Well, no, but, you know, you shouldn't really, er, make contact with that area. And don't use the word 'cock.'"

She chuckled, shaking her head. "I don't remember you being so uptight."

"I don't remember you being so affectionate."

"I've changed. I was an angry little girl. Now I'm a cheerful big girl."

"I'm glad for that, at least," I said, kissing the top of her head.

The longer we watched TV, the more tired I became. I was used to getting up early for work. Soon, I was nodding off. I put my head back against the headboard and closed my eyes to rest them. I knew I was dreaming then because my dead wife May came striding into my daughter's room, staring at us.

"Look what she's doing to you," May said.

I looked down. Haerin had changed position. She was lying between my legs. Her head was on my thigh, but her hand was resting right on top of my zipper, cupping my cock and balls. She began rubbing her little fingertips along the outline of my shaft.

"Mmm, Daddy," she whispered. "God, it feels so big."

I watched her through the haze as she stroked along the length of my cock, squeezing it in her small hand. She dragged her nails across it, her fingertips catching on my zipper. My wife was shaking her head at me.

"She's turned into a whore, just as I always told you she would."

I mumbled something and my daughter looked up at me. "Shh, Daddy, go back to sleep. I'm not doing anything wrong." She was gently stroking her palm along the length of my cock, pinching the head between her thumb and finger, testing the bounds of exactly where it lay and end. "God, I want it so bad. I want to feel your cock inside me so bad, Daddy," she whispered. She slid her hand down, tugging at the material on my pants to give her more slack. Then she fondled my balls, cupping them, careful not to squeeze too hard, trying to feel them in her hand. "Mmm, your balls, I wanna suck on them, Daddy. I wanna see you cum."

"You should be ashamed of yourself," May said. "Letting your penis get hard and letting your daughter play with it. Why don't you just wake up and fuck her?"

I grumbled and moaned at the same time.

"Shh, Daddy. Just a goodnight kiss."

My eyes rolled up as I saw her kiss my shaft on top of my pants. She was moaning against my cock as she started licking its length, lapping at it like a puppy laps at a bone, her hand squeezing it as best she could it inside my pants. She opened her mouth as wide as possible, dragging her teeth along the outline of my cock, exhaling warm air that somehow penetrated the fabric. "I'm gonna fuck you, Daddy, if it's the last thing I do."

"Did you hear that, Gus?" my wife asked. "Are you going to let her do that? Stop her!"

I mumbled a response, but my cock was throbbing now, and my daughter was mewing over it, squeezing it hard in her palm, bending it to the side. "Oh, it's moving. Mmm, I want to feel it move inside me."

She began nibbling on the head, chewing as if she could tear through my pants with her teeth. I could feel her entire mouth around the head of my cock. It was so hard now, forced down the leg of my pants.

"Daddy," Haerin whispered, "do you know your little girl is licking your cock? I wish you'd wake up and fuck me."

"Wake up, Gus!" my wife shouted at me.

I jerked awake, looking down. Haerin was asleep between my legs, her head on my thigh. How did she get down there? My cock was rock hard, tenting against pants. Fuck me, I hoped she didn't realize! I started to get up and I realized my phone was buzzing in my pants. As carefully as I could, with my cock aching inside my pants, I lifted Haerin's head off my thigh and placed it on the bed. She rolled over and didn't make a sound.

I limped out of the room hunched over, my cock screaming to get out. As soon as I was in my bedroom, I opened my zipper, reached in, and yanked my long, fat dick out of its confines. It sprung free, pointing straight up, as if it were looking around the room for a hole to fuck. I fell back on my bed and let my cock stand at attention as I looked at my phone.

Three missed calls, all from the same woman. I called back.

"Hello?"

"Hi, June," I said.

"Gus, there you are. I've been calling all night."

"I know I fell asleep."

"What about Haerin? How'd it go?"

"Great. Yeah, she's doing great. Glad to be home, happy, very affectionate."

"That's good."

"Yeah. We had pizza and just watched TV, nothing spectacular. She fell asleep. It was a long drive from the detention center."

"Did she love the Jetta?"

"Yeah. I'll have to tell her you're the one who picked it out."

"Great! So when do I get to meet her?"

"Tomorrow night, dinner."

"Did you tell her about me yet?"

"No. I didn't want to overwhelm her, but I will in the morning."

"I'm really looking forward to meeting her. I know we're going to be good friends."

"You will be. She might even steal you away from me," I said with a dry laugh.

"Pardon?"

"She's a lesbian."

"What?"

"A lesbian. She told me she learned to like women in juvie."

"Oh, wow."

"Yeah. I guess she had a lot of, uh, exposure to it in there, some against her will."

"That's terrible. I didn't think the whole prison-rape thing happened in juvenile detention centers. In fact, I don't think I've ever heard of it. I mean, it's not like real prison where people are in for life."

"I don't know. I'm sure it's not something most people talk about."

"I guess."

"Look, June, I better go. I'm really tired."

"Oh, okay. Call me tomorrow, make sure I'm good to come over."

"Will do."

"See ya then."

"See ya."

I hung up and sighed. Then I wrapped my hand around my stiff cock. I gave it a nice, long stroke. Damn, what a dream, or a nightmare. Either way, it was wrong to think about such a thing. And was it my imagination, or were my pants damp?

I slept uneasy and woke up late, glad it was Sunday. I had a moment of pause before I left my room. I was used to stumbling around the house naked, but I couldn't very well do that anymore. I put on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, made it to the bathroom, tugged my cock out and took a piss.

Afterward, I headed back out to the hall. Haerin's door was open but she wasn't in her room. She wasn't downstairs either. Glancing out the window told me the Jetta was still there. I searched the rest of the house, opening the sliding glass door off the kitchen. When I stepped outside, I found her in the pool.

"Hi, Daddy!" she called from the water. "I was beginning to think you were gonna sleep all day."

"So was I," I said. "I see you found the pool."

"Right where I left it," she said. "Jump in with me."

"Sure. I'll have to go upstairs and grab my trunks," I said, trying to peer under the water. What was she wearing? She couldn't have a bathing suit that fit. All I could see were two white straps over her shoulders. "What are you wearing?"

"Panties and a bra. Same thing as a bikini, right? I didn't fit into my old suit. Tits got bigger."

Jesus, "tits?" I guess coarse language came with rehabilitation. "Well, I suppose we'll have to buy you a new one."

"Come on, strip down to your boxers and jump in."

"I've got trunks upstairs, give me ten minutes."

"No, now," she said. "It's an underwear pool party, jump in."

"Haerin," I grumbled. I didn't want to jump into the pool with boxers. Wet cotton was not designed to hide things.

"Please, please, please," she whined, puffing out her lower lip.

I sighed. Oh, what was the harm? "Fine, have it your way."

She whistled as she watched me pull off my shirt. "Foxy, daddy."

"Stop teasing me," I said, unbuttoning my jeans and pushing them down. My boxers were light gray and very baggy. I could feel my cock swinging against the material. What was I thinking?

"Jump," Haerin coaxed.

I grumbled and then jumped into the pool, the water splashing all around. I surfaced to hear her laughing. Before I wiped my eyes, her arms were around my neck and her body was pressing into mine, her breasts mashing into my chest, her thigh momentarily bumping between my legs. She gave me a quick kiss on the lips and grinned at me.

"Let's go to the deep end," she said.

"You mean the six-foot end?"

"When you're five-five, that is the deep end," she said.

She swam away from me and I had a chance to see her ass, covered by soaking wet white cotton panties. They were damn-near transparent. Fuck, what was I doing in this pool with her? I swam after her as she reached the other end, treading water with one hand against the wall.

"Remember what a good swimmer I used to be?" she asked.

"I do. I guess there wasn't a lot of swimming in the detention center."

"Only yard time in the rain," she said.

She pushed off to reach me, once again wrapping her arms around my neck. I nearly slipped and went under as I tried to keep my head above water. My senses were alive as all of this bare skin was touching, hers and mine.

"Whoa there," I said, holding her waist. My hands wanted to grip her ass, but my fatherly instincts kept my lust in check.

"Don't let me drown, Daddy," she said.

Then I felt her legs coil around my waist. She was holding onto me tight, her pelvis right against mine. The close contact jumpstarted my cock and I felt it start to grow between her legs. I was about to push her away when she crushed her lips into mine. It wasn't a peck either. Her lips were hot and wild, the cold water amplifying the sensation, her tongue stretching into my mouth.

I told myself she was just an innocent girl working out her affection for her father, but I couldn't excuse how much I liked it. I began sucking on her tongue and feeding her my own. If my cock wasn't hard before, it was throbbing under her now. I kept kissing her, pushing her back up against the wall. My hands were on her sides, sliding up and down from her hips to her ribs.

I wanted her to stop me, to just push me away and tell me I was taking it too far, but the harder I kissed her, the harder she kissed back. Her hands were running over my back, her nails digging into my shoulder as she held me close. She was sucking so hard on my lower lip it was starting to hurt. I nipped at her and she responded by nipping back. God, I liked it. What was wrong with me? I scraped my lip between her teeth to get away, looking into her eyes to see if I had gone too far, but she licked her lips as if she wanted more.

"Mmm, there you go, Daddy. Finally, you're showing me you love me."

"Honey, you know, it's really not normal to kiss like that."

"Don't start that again," she said, kissing my lips to shut me up.

Well, fine, if she didn't mind, I was going to kiss her how she wanted, and I did. I mashed my lips into hers, sucking on her lower lip. I nipped at her with my teeth and she squeaked and nipped back, moaning into my mouth. This was really getting out of control. I was kissing her like I would a girlfriend. Oh, shit, I had a girlfriend.

I pulled my lips away again, but Haerin kept me close with her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. "Mmm, you're such a good daddy. I was worried you wouldn't love me when I came home."

"You should have known better than that," I said.

"The way you were just kissing me, I do now."

I exhaled. The poor girl really did use kissing as a gauge of affection, didn't she? I gave her a fatherly kiss on the forehead. "You'll always be my little girl."

She used the opportunity to kiss my neck and suck for a moment. "And you'll always be my daddy."

I untangled myself from her legs to try to get away, but she still had her arms around my neck and swung her whole body into mine. Her hip smashed into my cock, crushing it between us. I tried to swim away but she had a hold of me too tight. I could see her eyes start to spread open and she looked down at the water, as if she could see what she felt.

"Oh my god. Is that what I think it is?"

I pulled free of her arms and backstroked away. "I don't know what you're talking about."

She started to swim after me; she did not look rusty at all. "Come back here!"

I turned and tried to run through the water, reaching down and grabbing my cock while it was tenting in my soaking wet boxers, trying to flatten it out. Haerin grabbed onto my back. She started to reach around but I shook her off.

"What the heck are you doing?" I said.

"Your cock is hard!"

"My what?" I shouted. "Are you crazy?"

She was laughing, standing on her own now in the three-foot shallow end. I was squatting in the water, but fortunately the blood was draining out of my dick, hiding my shame.

"You were hard, Daddy! I felt it."

"I was not! You're being very inappropriate, Haerin."

"Daddy!" She laughed again. "You are such a pervert. Were you getting turned on from kissing me. You know I'm a lesbian, right?"

"Don't be disgusting, you're my daughter. I'm getting out of the pool."

I climbed the ladder, my cotton boxers, clinging to my butt, wrapping around my cock and balls and outlining them for anyone to see, the mushroom head nearly poking out at the bottom.

"Daddy, come back," Haerin said, climbing out after me, grabbing my wrist.

I turned and my eyes were instantly busy. Her white bra clung to her breasts, making them sheer. I could see the color of her pink nipples, see how hard they were from the cold water. Her panties were worse... or better. They were invisible. I could see her pubic mound, shaved, and in between her legs, I could see the start of her pussy slit before her closed legs blocked my view. It took me a second to realize her eyes were on the outline of my cock.

"Whoa," she said.

"Jesus, Haerin, look at yourself," I said, turning myself to the side. "This is why people don't swim in underwear."

She was laughing again. "What? It's no big deal, Daddy. I just can't believe you were hard!"

"Stop it, I wasn't."

"Yeah, right. Just because I'm a lesbian doesn't mean I don't know what a cock is."

"Look, I'm going inside."

"No," she said, holding my hand. "Sit down. Let the sun dry you. We can talk."

"Haerin..."

"Daddy, relax, it's fine. I think it's cute that you liked kissing me so much."

I turned a glare at her. "You know, I am a man. If I kiss someone like that, even my daughter, there's a reaction. It's not something I can control, but it doesn't mean anything."

She was smiling. "I said it's fine. Sit down."

She sat down before I did, reclining in the beach chair. I looked at her body again, admiring the sheer quality of her panties and bra, trying to get a better peek between her legs. When I felt my cock twitch against my wet boxers, I knew I had to keep myself together. I sat down, reclining and sighing.

"Don't be so embarrassed, Daddy," she said, poking my ribs. "I'm used to showering naked with girls all the time."

"You're not in detention anymore, Haerin, and I'm not one of the girls."

"I know, I just meant I'm not used to being modest. Honestly, the only reason I wore panties and a bra in the pool is so you wouldn't yell at me, but I don't care."

"Okay, okay, fine," I said.

She stretched across the chair and kissed my cheek. "Love you, Daddy."

"Yeah, me too," I said. I still felt embarrassed. I hoped she would drop the subject.

"You know, I can totally see the outline of your cock in your boxers," she said.

I growled at her. "Why are you looking?"

"It's pretty obvious, and it's so fucking big, it's hard to miss."

"Just stop looking or I'm going inside!"

She stuck her tongue out at me and then reclined her head, closing her eyes and soaking up the sun.

I grumbled to myself as I leaned back as well. The whole thing was humiliating. I needed to change the subject. "By the way, I need to talk about something."

"Yes, Daddy-dearest?" she said, her eyes still closed.

"I invited someone over tonight for dinner, a woman. I'd like you to meet her."

Haerin opened her eyes and smirked at me. "Daddy, do you have a girlfriend?"

"Well...sort of."

"Really? That's so cute!" she said, chuckling. "I'm so happy for you! And here I thought you were all lonely and miserable by yourself! This is great news."

"Wait, you're happy?"

"Well of course I am!" she said, sitting up. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"I, I don't know. Well, that's great. So you'd like to meet her?"

"Of course I would!" Haerin said. "What's her name? Tell me about her. How'd you meet?"

"Her name is June. We met while I was doing a construction job at her office building almost a year ago."

"Wow, that long? Have you had sex?"

I think I blushed. "Uh, haha, I'm not talking about that."

"Come on, tell me," she whined. "I'm curious."

"You're very casual when it comes to talking about sex, aren't you?"

"We talked about it all the time in detention. So have you fucked her?"

"Haerin! Don't use that word. And it's really none of your business."

"If it's none of my business, why are you inviting her over to meet me?"

"I meant the sex part isn't your business. She's very... shy is all."

"Mmmhmm. Are you gonna marry her?"

"It's way too early to think about that. But whatever happens, I don't want you to think I'm trying to replace your mother."

"I know, Daddy. I'm sure June and I will become great friends."

Haerin and I returned to basking in the sun. I closed my eyes and relaxed. Before I knew it, Haerin climbed off her chair and crawled between my legs. She was on her knees as I looked down at her.

"What are you doing?"

She held up a bottle of sunscreen. "Save me from the sun, Daddy?"

Oh god, it was the sexy sunscreen scenario! I had seen how this turned out way too times before to fall for it. "Kiddo, maybe you'd better put on your own sunscreen."

"Why?" she pouted.

"It's just... I really don't... I'm a man."

She rolled her eyes. "You're a child is what you are. It's just sunscreen. It's not like I'm going to ask you to rub it all over my tits and my pussy or something." She turned around and sat firmly down between my legs, her ass grinding into my cock, pinching it between my thigh and her back. "Now, lotion me please."

"Fine," I said, "but can you please not use words like 'tits' and 'pussy' around me?"

I sat up, pulling myself away so my cock wouldn't touch her, even if a pair of wet boxer shorts protected me. I took the lotion and squirted it into in my hand. I started on her shoulders, working the lotion into her skin. She titled her neck to the side and moved her hair out of the way. I allowed my hands to explore her neck. I rubbed it, massaging her collarbone. She exhaled.

"Mmm, that feels good, Daddy..."

I knew it was wrong, but rubbing my daughter's skin with slippery lotion just made me think of sex. I let my mind wander, making imaginary excuses how I had to apply the lotion under her white bra, under her white panties, right inside her cunt, and only my cock could spread it evenly. In my mind, I was ramming my fat dick in and out of her little pussy, holding her down right here on this beach chair while she screamed in pleasure.

"Mmm, Daddy, more," she said.

Haerin scooted back and once again pinched my hardening cock in place with her lower back.

"Careful!" I said, pushing her back.

"What?" she said, turning her neck. "Is your cock hard again? Jesus, Daddy!"

"Of course it's not!" I said. "And don't use that word."

"What word, cock? Well, I felt something back there."

"You're imagining things," I said. "And you must have a pretty filthy mind to be imagining that."

"Hey, I'm a lesbian," she reminded me. "That's the last thing I want to imagine."

I handed her the sunscreen. "Here, you're done."

She turned around on her knees between my legs. The length of my shaft was still outlined in my wet boxers, just lying there obscenely against my thigh, the fabric clinging to it. I saw her eyes jump to it for a moment. Me, I was trying to keep my eyes off her nipples poking against her white bra, the color of her areolas open to my eyes through the wet fabric.

"The front?" she said.

"What?" I said.

"Kidding!" she teased, squirting some sunscreen in her hands and lotioning her chest and neck. I watched her for a moment, those slippery fingers dipping into her cleavage to spread the sunscreen, her hands running up and down her tummy. "Here, put some on your chest too."

"I'm good."

"Come on, you'll burn."

"I like pain," I said.

"Daddy," she pouted. "If you're going to be stubborn, I'll do it myself."

She squirted some sunscreen into her hand, and before I could object, her hands came down on my chest. She began rubbing in large circles, her palms crossing my pectorals, slipping right across my nipples and under my arms, down my sides, rubbing my skin.

"Haerin..."

"I'm not gonna let you get sunburn. Stop being silly."

She was humming while she worked. I had to admit, I liked it how it felt to have her touch me. My mind was back to making up scenarios, this time having her stroke my cock with slippery sunscreen, my cum exploding all over her face and chest. I kept glancing at her closed legs where those wet panties were drying and hiding her pubic mound. I wanted to see her cunt so bad, see her lying spread eagle. My own daughter! Fuck, what was wrong with me?

I blamed the system for this, for taking my daughter away from me for so long she came back a woman. I had no time to adjust to her while she was growing up, get used to not wanting this hot young girl who was rubbing lotion all over my body.

Her hands reached the waistline of my boxer shorts. I knew what she was looking at too, the outline of my cock. I didn't even realize it was growing longer and harder again, lifting up my shorts while my mind abused my daughter's virgin body.

"You know, Daddy," she said, her hands keeping busy on my stomach, going over the same area again and again, "I was kinda nervous to tell you I was a lesbian. I thought you might, I dunno, disown me or something."

"I'd never do that," I said, glancing down at my cock, trying to will it to soften. It throbbed and I knew my daughter must have seen it. God, what was I going to say?

"In detention," Haerin continued as if my cock had not just flexed before her eyes, "this girl told me when she told her father she was a lesbian, he raped her. I guess he wanted to turn her straight or something. He kept at her for years. She killed him eventually."

"Oh my god. You know I'd never do something that, don't you?" I said, glancing down at my cock. It stopped growing as it guiltily listened to my daughter's story, but it began to harden again when Haerin started to spread lotion over my knees and up my thighs.

"I know, Daddy," she said. "But sometimes I wonder if I'm really a lesbian. I mean, how do I know until I have sex with a real boy, right?"

"That's a good point," I said, watching my daughter's hands inch toward the bottom of my boxers.

Haerin looked up at me, right in the eyes. "I really don't think it would matter, but I want to at least see a cock once, live-in-person, you know?"

"There's, um, clubs for that, I think," I said.

"Well, I don't mean just see," she said, looking back down. I knew her eyes were on it now. She wasn't even massaging the sunscreen in anymore. Her fingers were just waiting near my boxers, like she wanted to tear them of and feast her eyes on my fat cock meat. "I want to touch one, feel it in my hand, look straight at it, smell it."

"Honey, I don't think we should really talk about this."

"Daddy, I'm not blind, you know?"

My cock flexed as if to challenge her statement. I decided not to insult her intelligence. "Look, you're rubbing me with lotion. It's a reaction. I'm embarrassed enough already."

"I know," she said, glancing up. "But I wanna see it."

"Jesus, Haerin..."

"I just want to see if it makes me feel anything. I mean, I didn't get turned on when you were rubbing me with lotion. So, maybe if I see a real cock, I'll know for certain."

What kind of daughter asks something like that of her father? "Haerin, I can't. It's really inappropriate."

"Please, Daddy? Don't you want to fix me, if I can be fixed?"

I did want to fix her. Being a lesbian went against everything I was raised to believe in, and if flashing my cock for a couple of minutes made her rethink her life style, what harm was there? Besides, she could practically see the thing already in these wet boxers.

"Okay."

She perked up. "Seriously?"

"Just for a minute," I said. "And just looking, no touching."

"Okay," she said, nodding. "Show me."

I reached down, feeling very embarrassed as I unbuttoned the fly of my boxers. I couldn't believe I was really going to expose myself like this to my daughter, but I slid my hand inside, took a firm hold of my cock, and pulled it right out into the morning sun. It was long and getting longer over the excitement of a beautiful young girl looking at it, my daughter of all people. As I took my hand away, it flopped back onto my belly.

My daughter's eyes were wide while her mouth hung open. She had been holding her breath. When she said, "Wow," it came out as a pant. She gulped as she looked my cock up and down, the mushroom head fat and wide, the piss slit red. She began nibbling on her lower lip as it started to stand up straighter, the veins along the shaft pulsing.

"It's getting harder," she noted.

"It happens," I said.

"How big is it gonna get?" she asked.

"About nine inches."

"What about your balls?"

"They're at the bottom," I said.

"I can't see them with your boxers on."

"Do you want to see them?"

"Yeah. Can you show me those too?"

"All right," I said.

I reached for my boxers and pushed them down. My long, fat cock was bent downwards until it reached tension and snapped back as my boxers came off. I settled back in the chair, my cock sticking up like a steel pole and my fleshy ballsack hanging between my legs, shifting in their pouch.

"Okay, so, you've seen it..." I said.

"Cocks look bigger in real life than the ones I saw drawings of."

"Is it, um, doing anything for you?"

"You mean turning me straight?" she asked. "I don't think so. It's kinda scaring me. Having something that big force its way through my little pussy would hurt like hell."

I chuckled. "Do you have a little pussy?" I regretted it the moment I said it. That was not the kind of question you asked your daughter.

"Do you wanna see?" she asked, taking her eyes off my cock for a moment.

"No," I answered immediately. "I was just... I don't know. Anyway, uh, done with show and tell?"

"No, not yet," she said, looking back down. "Why's it keep throbbing?"

"Because it's very hard, and when it's very hard, the only thing it wants to do is... do what it does."

"You mean fuck?"

I sighed. "Yeah."

"And it leaks?" she said, pointing at the tip. There was a drop of pre-cum oozing from the mushroom head. Fuck, I was really horny.

"Yes."

"What does your cock feel like?" she asked.

"Uh, it's hard to describe."

"Does it feel like wood?" she asked, glancing from my eyes to my throbbing cock. She looked so curious and intrigued, like a kitten with a mouse. "Everyone says that guys 'get wood.' Is that what it feels like?"

"Sort of."

My cock throbbed again and Haerin bit her lip.

"I wanna touch it. Can I, Daddy?"

"Haerin, come on. That's enough."

"I'm so curious. Just a quick squeeze and I'll let go. I have to know or I'll always wonder."

I grumbled. Fuck, I should have ended this before it began, but my cock really was throbbing, begging for attention, anything for relief, and having my daughter's cute little hands on it would feel incredible.

"Just for a minute," I said, "...or two"

"Okay," she promised, her hands immediately reaching for my cock.

I watched as her little fingers coiled around my shaft, cradling it. She couldn't quite touch finger to thumb, but she held that fat cock in her hand like it was a delicate instrument. Then I felt her squeeze and I almost moaned. She giggled.

"Wow, it feels so strange. It's like... hard inside, soft on the outside." She squeezed again and my cock flexed in her hand. "It's got a mind of its own, huh?"

"You don't know the half of it."

Her thumb crossed the slit on my mushroom head, smearing the precum and sending a shiver of intense pleasure up my spine.

"Ah, baby, careful," I said.

"That's the sensitive part?"

"Yes."

"That's like the boy clit, I guess, huh? Does it feel good when a girl licks it?"

"Yes, it does. Okay, honey, let go now."

"No, let me play with it for a minute."

Her hand moved down my shaft, stroking it as she squeezed. Then she tugged back up. Her other hand came down and cupped my balls, gently squeezing and kneading them in her hand.

"Ah, baby, come on."

"I'm curious," she said. "Let me just figure out how this big fat cock works."

"This just feels really wrong."

"It's not. You're just teaching your daughter. Can I smell it now?"

"You want to smell it too?"

"Yeah. I know how pussy smells and I like it, so maybe I'll like the smell of cock better."

She didn't wait for an answer as her head dipped down. I watched her face as her nose came up to the head of my cock. Her nostrils flared as she inhaled, taking my musky scent into her lungs. She took another sniff a second later, absorbing it and letting out what sounded like a quiet little moan.

"What do you think?" I asked.

"I dunno yet," she said.

Her nose touched my cock this time, bumping along the shaft as she sniffed. She kept my shaft in her hand and very slowly and gently stroked it up and down while her face stayed on the other side, breathing in and out. She turned her head to the side, brushing her lips right along the side, rubbing that fat cock right across her face. That was too far for me.

"Ah, okay, Haerin," I said, pulling away and standing up, yanking my boxers back into place. "I think that's enough."

"Aw, daddy..."

"I better get in before I get burned."

"By me or by the sun?"

I rolled my eyes and left her by the pool. It was awkward the rest of the day, for me, at least. Haerin didn't seem to be bothered by nearly sucking her father's cock, but her mouth had touched it for god's sake, and it didn't faze her. I would have thought cocks were few and far between in an all-girls' juvenile detention center. The whole situation felt odd to me. I had no intention of bringing it up again.

After lunch, I took Haerin out to the department store. She needed clothes. In fact, the more clothes she had, the better. Maybe this whole thing was just a phase she had to work through to act properly.

June came over for dinner promptly at 7:00 p.m. She was dressed in a blue skirt with a blue blouse. She looked like she was trying to impress someone, and I didn't think it was me. Haerin was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, both very tight on her, despite being purchased just hours ago. Damn, how was I ever going to survive while she was dressing sexy all the time?

"Hi, Haerin. It's so nice to meet you," June said.

"You too," Haerin said. "My dad has told me all about you."

"All of it good, I hope!"

Haerin smirked but didn't answer.

"Well, I brought groceries," June announced, holding up a brown paper bag.

I took it from her. "You didn't have to do that. I told you I had plenty of food."

"Nonsense. A woman needs proper ingredients. I'm still working my way to your heart through your stomach."

We chuckled, and Haerin, after a moment, let out a little laugh. "Are you a good cock, I mean, cook, June?"

"Um, I try. Are you?"

"Oh, no, I'm no good with a cock," Haerin said, giggling.

"Haerin," I said, glaring at her before looking at June. "She's kidding."

June faked another laugh. "Well..."

"Actually, we had a lot of practice in juvenile detention," Haerin said. "With cooking I mean, not cocks."

June swallowed. "Oh."

I put my hand on my forehead. "Jesus, Haerin. Can you please not use that word?"

"Sorry, Daddy," Haerin said.

June cleared her throat again. "Well, um, it must be nice to be, you know, out of that place."

"Yup, I love my freedom," Haerin said. "Don't worry, I wouldn't do anything to jeopardize it."

I laughed nervously and June smile.

"Well, why don't my two favorite ladies get acquainted in the kitchen?" I said. "You can cook together while I relax."

They seemed to smile at each other as they disappeared through the archway. I, however, stayed nearby, anxious to hear their conversation. I really did want them to get along.

"Your father has told me all about you too, of course," June said as she was chopping carrots.

"He never mentioned you until this morning, never in any of his letters."

"Oh. Well, we've only recently started dating, I suppose."

"Yeah, I'm sure that's it. Are you two fucking?"

I nearly fell over. Did I hear that right? Did my daughter just ask my girlfriend if we were "fucking?" I wanted to run right into the kitchen and tell her she was not allowed to ask things like that, and she was grounded too, but I wasn't supposed to be eavesdropping.

"I, I, I," June stammered, "no, I mean, pardon, that's... really not... I, we're still getting to know each other and I don't think that's really appropriate to talk about."

"So you haven't fucked him?" Haerin said. "Why not?"

I couldn't breathe! What the hell was wrong with my daughter?! Who had conversations like these with perfect strangers? I thought they'd talk about current events, the town, the fucking weather!

"Look, I really don't feel comfortable talking about this," June said, clearly agitated. I was too.

"Why not? I think you should. Like, how old are you, 35, 40? You're kinda too old to play hard to get, aren't you?"

"Excuse me? I happen to have values. I don't sleep around."

"Spreading your legs is probably a faster way to a man's heart than cooking, I'm just saying."

"And how would you know anything about a man? Your father said you're a lesbian."

Oh my god, this was not going well, not at all. Shit! Should I go in there and break them up?

"You know, you're kinda pretty," Haerin said. "Are you into 18-year-old girls?"

"What, of course not!"

"Why, you think it's wrong to like girls?"

"With all due respect, yes, I do."

"I wonder how my father would feel if he heard you say that."

June scoffed. "You father and I have had a long talk about our values, and homosexuality is not something he approves of, and I'll tell you something right now, if you were my daughter, you wouldn't live under my roof."

"Oh really? Well, it's a good thing I'm not your daughter, because you know what happened my last mother? I pushed her down the stairs and broke her fucking neck. So maybe you'd better think twice about working your way to my father's heart, because the only thing you'll find when you get there is me."

I was stunned into silence. I couldn't believe Haerin said that, to talk about her mother, May, my wife's death. And that had been an accident, no matter what the police or the prosecutor or anyone else said.

"I think you're a sick little girl, and I think you need help," June said.

"It's too bad you haven't fucked my father," Haerin said. "He has a really nice cock. Do you like big cocks? His is perfect. If I wasn't into girls, I'd be bouncing on that thing all night long. You should ask him to show it to you. I did and he was happy to let me play with it."

June gasped.

I ran into the kitchen. "That's not true!"

"Daddy?" Haerin said. "We're you spying?"

"Gus, your daughter is saying the most disgusting things!" June said.

"I am not," Haerin said. "It's the truth. Daddy, tell her how you let me play with your cock this morning."

"Haerin!"

"Is that true?" June said in disbelief. "You... exposed yourself to her?"

I stammered as I tried to think of an excuse. "I, I, well, no, not exposed... not really. I... I was just, we were sharing sunscreen, and she asked---"

"Oh my god, sunscreen!" June cried. "You disgusting pig! That's your daughter!"

"I was trying to turn her straight!"

June ran past me, gathering her purse and keys.

"Wait, please, June, let me explain!" I said.

"I can't believe I thought you might be the one. You vile pervert, don't ever call me again!"

She slammed the door on her way out.

"Well," Haerin spoke up from the kitchen archway, holding a carrot in her hand, "you know what they say, too many cooks in the kitchen."

She stuck that carrot between her lips and began sucking on it like a cock, sliding it in and out of her mouth.

I was furious with her. "What the hell were you thinking?"

She bit the carrot in half. "She looked like she was heavy on the salt anyway. Too much salt ruins a dish."

"Why the fuck did you tell her about seeing my dick!?" I shouted.

"Daddy, don't be mad. She was a stuck-up cock tease. I can't believe she strung you along for almost a year without pussy. You can do better, trust me."

"Haerin... I am so humiliated. I can't believe you told her about this morning. And what you said about your mother, you should be ashamed."

Haerin folded her arms. "Daddy, I have to live with what I did; you don't. I deal with it by talking about it."

"And threatening someone else with it?"

"I was joking. I joke so I doesn't hurt so much."

My daughter's eyes were getting glossy, but I was so angry with her, I couldn't see straight. I shook my head and marched up the stairs. I closed my door softly, didn't slam it. I wanted to show her how disappointed I was with her. I couldn't believe she had just ruined a year-long relationship in the matter of ten minutes.

I called June immediately but I only got her voicemail. I left a message pleading for a second chance, but I knew it would fall on deaf ears. Afterward I lied back in bed and put a pillow over my head, feeling my warm breath suffocating me.

Haerin knocked a little while later, talking through the door. "I finished making dinner. Wanna come down?"

"Leave me alone," I said to the pillow.

I heard the door open and Haerin's voice became clearer. "Daddy?"

I didn't answer.

"Daddy?" she repeated. "Look, I'm sorry, okay? I'm a shitty daughter, I know that. I mean, I've always been a bad daughter. I thought I could change, but when I get angry, you know me, I just say whatever's on my mind and do whatever I want. So, fine, I didn't like that woman. I don't think she's right for you."

I lifted my head out from under the pillow, sitting up. "And just who do you think is right for me, Haerin? I'm 39 years old. I don't want to spend the rest of my life dating women. All I ever wanted was a happy marriage and a happy family."

"And you think I took that away from you when Mom died?"

"I didn't say that," I said. "June may have been a bit shy, but I think we could have had a good life together."

"Daddy, you wouldn't have been happy with her. I could see it. She wouldn't... satisfy you."

"How could you know what would satisfy me?"

"Because a very thin wall separates our rooms, and I grew up hearing mom say no to you. She was never in the mood to fuck, and this new bitch was exactly the same."

I sat stunned for a moment. My anger and embarrassment were stronger than ever. To think my daughter knew that sort of thing about my sex life. I climbed up from the bed and came over to the door.

"Young lady, my sex life is none of your business. Just because I'm happy you're home doesn't mean you're free from of all rule and responsibility. You disrespected me tonight, and you ruined my relationship with June. I have half a mind to bend you over my knee and spank your ass for acting the way you did."

Haerin lowered her head in shame. "You're right, Daddy. I promised myself I was done being rebellious and I was gonna change, but I was a very bad, and I deserve to be punished. I deserve a spanking."

She walked into my room and passed me. I watched her as she unbuttoned her pants and unzipped them. She hooked her thumbs at the waistline and pushed her pants down her thighs, right along with her panties. Her bare ass was right before my eyes. She looked over her shoulder.

"Where do you want me?"

"Jesus, Haerin!" I said, turning my head and lifting my hand to block my view. "You didn't have to pull your pants down!"

"No, Daddy, you're right. I wanna be punished. I deserve it. I don't want to be a bad girl like I used to be. I want to be a good girl. If you have to spank me so I'll be good, then spank me."

She climbed on my bed and then bent right over, perched on all fours. She wasn't looking back anymore, just staring at the wall while I stared at her backside. It was her pussy that held my attention though. I could see her slit surrounded by bald, puffy, cunt lips pinched between her thighs. My cock gave an involuntary jerk inside my pants. I approached her, staring at that little pussy of hers, so pink, her hole a dark shadow inviting my cock to light the way into her tunnel. Fuck, I could tell from here how tight she was, untouched by man, ravaged by women.

She glanced over her shoulder again. "Just not too hard, Daddy."

If I had been a good father, I would have told her to pull her pants up and go to her room. But I wasn't a good father, because I just wanted to stare at that pretty little pussy, winking at me as she shifted her thighs, her jeans keeping her legs pinned together. Her little bare feet were wiggling and her toes were crunching as she nervously waited for me to act.

"I hate that you're making me punish you," I said, standing directly behind her, staring down at her ass.

"I know, Daddy. This will make me better though."

I laid my hand down on her ass cheek. She didn't move. I left it there, my fingers caressing her soft skin. She glanced back at me, giving me her pouty lips.

"Do it, Daddy. I deserve it."

I lifted my hand up and swatted down fast. She yelped as my hand connected, her flesh rippling from the impact, a white outline where it struck. I licked my lips as I looked down. Haerin simpered.

"N-not so hard, Daddy."

I slapped her ass again even harder and she yelped, her ass clenching. "Don't tell me how to punish you."

"Y-yes, Daddy."

I pulled my hand back and let it fly again, spanking her across both her ass cheeks. Her whole body lurched forward and she reached around to grab her butt. "Ow, fuck! Daddy!"

I grabbed her wrist and threw her hand aside. I was horny and angry at the same time. I did want to punish her... punish her for making me lust after her like this. "You're a very bad girl!"

I slapped her ass again and she cringed, sinking further down into the bed. She bit down on the bedspread and coiled her fingers around it as the next slap landed. Her skin was brightening up, turning scarlet. I wanted both cheeks to match, so I slapped the other. Haerin kept whimpering and cringing every time my hand came down.

I couldn't see her little pussy anymore. She had sunk so far down into the bed, she was nearly on her stomach, her cunt hidden between her thighs. It annoyed me. I wanted to slap that pussy, but I settled for spanking her ass rosy red.

"Daddy!" Haerin cried, looking back at me, her eyes glossy and her tears ready to fall. "I've learned my lesson! Please!"

I growled at her and slapped down on her ass again. She cried out and her tears came down her face. I raised my hand again, but then lowered it slowly.

"Damn it, Haerin. I don't like to punish you, but I have to."

She sniveled and nodded. "I know, Daddy."

"Are you sorry?"

"Yes! I am. I'm so sorry."

I nodded, taking a breath. "All right. It's over."

She wiped her nose with a sniffle. "C-can I have a hug?"

I sat down on the bed, glancing at her reddened ass. She climbed up on her knees and I saw a flash of her bare pubic mound before she fell into me, hugging me around the neck, simpering and crying into my shoulder. I leaned back against her weight and held her, rubbing her back up and down.

"There, there, sweetheart. It's over now."

"You forgive me?" she sniveled in my ear.

"Yes, I forgive you," I said with an exhale. "June and I probably wouldn't have been happy together, but it's just not your decision to make, okay, kiddo?"

"Y-yes, Daddy. I'll be good from now on."

"I know you will, princess," I said.

She came even closer, turning to sit in my lap with her jeans around her knees. She was careful to sit at angle, not on her sore ass. I was glancing down her back though. I knew my cock was stiffening under her. I couldn't help it. I just prayed she didn't realize.

"Sweetie, why don't you pull your pants back up?"

"Not yet. My butt is so sore." She looked up at me. "Will you rub my butt a little? It hurts so much."

"Uh..."

"Just massage it for a minute? You hit me so hard."

She was inviting me to rub her ass, touch it, fondle her. Fuck. Did she realize what she was asking me, or was she so far off in lesbian land that having a man, even her father, touch her ass did not even register on the erotic scale?

"Honey..."

"Please?"

I took a big gulp and then slid my hand down. My middle finger crept along her crack and my fingers slid over her cheeks. "Just, uh, just tell me if I'm not doing it how you want me to. Okay?"

She nodded, turning her head and resting it on my shoulder. "Yes, Daddy. Just rub and I'll be happy."

I let my fingers slide up and down her ass, my middle finger just between her cheeks. I tested her, pushing it farther into her crack until the tip of my finger touched her little asshole. She didn't make a sound. What was I doing? I pulled my fingers back and cupped her ass cheek, caressing it. She exhaled against my neck.

"I like how this feels," she said.

"Uh, good."

"Your cock is hard, you know."

My hand froze right there on her ass cheek. I wanted to throw her off and deny it, but it was true, and she wasn't stupid.

"Honey, I'm a man, and I'm rubbing a young woman's ass. It's a physical reaction."

"I know. Your cock doesn't know I'm your daughter, or that I'm a lesbian and I don't like cocks."

"Exactly," I said.

"I was just bringing it up so you didn't feel embarrassed about it like earlier. It's okay if your cock get's hard. Just keep rubbing."

My hand went back to caressing her scarlet ass, cupping it. My fingertips were inching down. I wanted to slide my fingers between her legs and touch her cunt, not just because I'm a disgusting father who wanted to fuck his own daughter, but I was curious if her little pussy was wet, if she was as horny as I was. She answered the question before my fingers could.

"My pussy's a little wet too, if it makes you feel better."

"It is?" I asked, my hand freezing on her ass again.

"Yeah. I mean, I may like girls, but it does feel nice the way you're touching my ass, and when I feel your cock under me, even though I think it's wrong that it belongs to my daddy, and cocks in general aren't very appealing to me, somehow, it kinda makes my pussy wet. Even earlier when I was playing with your cock, I noticed I was getting a little wet." She looked up at me. "Do you think this means I might like men?"

I took my hand off her ass. "I don't know, but you have to figure that out for yourself. How about you climb up now?"

She shook her head. "My butt still hurts. Why'd you stop rubbing?"

"Well, your pussy and my cock may not know we're father and daughter, but you and I do. It's not right if we're turning each other on, sweetie."

"I'm not that wet," she said. She took my hand and brought it around to her ass, placing it back where it was. "Reach down, feel my pussy. You'll see."

"I don't think I should do that."

"It's okay. You'll see, I'm not that wet. Do it. Touch it. You'll see."

She curled her legs up, arching her back while she was sideways in my lap, giving me easier access... if I wanted it. And fuck did I want it.

My fingers inched down, crossing her crack. I swear I could feel the heat from her cunt before my fingertips touched it, but the moment they did, I felt wetness. Even with her pussy pinched between her legs, I could feel juices oozing from her lips. What the hell was she talking about? She was soaked! I stroked my middle finger right along her slit, back and forth just a couple of times, testing her wetness. Her pussy was so wet, it was trying to suck my finger in like quicksand, willing to swallow anything it could to satisfy is appetite: fingers, tongues, cocks... my cock.

"Honey, you're pussy is soaked."

"Huh? No, it's not."

She reached around and before I even had a chance to move my finger out of the way, her middle finger pushed mine right into her pussy. Our two fingers were gooey and wet as they folded into her cunt, penetrating her tight little hole, slipping against each other. I yanked mine out and hers came back a second later. She looked like she was going to hold it up and check the direction of the wind. Instead, she stuck it into her mouth and sucked her juices right off it.

"Mmm, nope, not that wet."

"Jesus, Haerin."

"It's not that wet. Really, I get wet pretty easily, and when I'm really horny I get much wetter than that."

"Are you kidding me?"

She shook her head. "Here, feel inside. You'll see. It's not that wet inside."

She took my hand again and brought it around. I didn't fight her this time as she guided my middle finger back into her tight little pussy. And tight it was. Our two fingers were barely able to fit together. I could feel her long fingernail sliding across my fingertip, subtly trying to move in and out, rubbing up against my finger. She bit her lip and looked at me.

"See, not that wet inside."

"Kiddo, come on, if you were any wetter, you'd be drooling like a dog."

"Well, you're not pushing your finger in deep enough. It's drier the deeper you go."

I cock throbbed at the idea. She must have felt it too because her eyes darted down for a second and a grin spread across her face. I slid my finger out of her pussy and shook my head. "Okay that's enough, Haerin."

"Aw, poor daddy. I'm forgetting this is turning you on, isn't it?"

She took my hand in hers and held it steady. I couldn't stop her from wrapping her lips around my middle finger and sucking on it, her tongue running up and down to clean off her juices, her cheeks caving in as she sucked. I felt the back of her throat as her lips touched my knuckle. She moaned against my hand as she pulled her mouth away. My cock flexed again. It was so hard now, I was in pain with the way it was confined in my pants.

She giggled, glancing down again. "Is your cock okay down there? It's moving around a lot."

"Yeah, it's uncomfortable, and so am I. Honey, this is getting inappropriate. You should head off to bed now, okay?"

"Why? So you can jerk off like last night?"

"Excuse me?" I said.

"Daddy, for fuck's sake, there's a giant keyhole in that old door. I've been peeking through it since I was a kid. If your cock is uncomfortable, you can take it out. I already saw it, after all."

She climbed up on her knees, her pants keeping her legs together, her bare thighs hiding her cunt from view. My eyes shot down to her hands as she reached between my legs. She blatantly grabbed my bulge, touching my cock, rubbing her hand across it. I jerked, grabbing her wrists.

"Haerin!"

"I'm just helping you open your pants."

"Haerin, seriously, this has gone on far enough."

"Daddy, don't be so uptight. I'm trying to be a good daughter and help you relax. Let me just take your cock out so you're more comfortable."

Fuck, the idea of her touching my cock again had it throbbing, begging me to let her touch it, even for an instant to take it out. I let her wrist go and she unbuttoned my pants and unzipped them, exposing my boxers and my bulging hardon. Her hand slipped inside and she stroked on top of my shaft. I held my breath as I watched her. Why was I letting this go on?

She unbuttoned the single button holding my boxer fly together, her little hand slipping into the slit. When I felt her fingers on my bare cock, I groaned. My eyes fluttered as she wrapped her hand around the long, fat shaft and awkwardly bent it to yank it out into the open. It stretched, the foreskin pulling back to reveal the big, fat, red mushroom head, as red as Haerin's ass. She gave the shaft a long stroke up and then down before looking at me.

"See, isn't that better, all out in the open?"

"I guess... I just wish it wasn't my daughter playing with it."

She narrowed her eyes. "Would you prefer that stuck-up bitch, June?"

Haerin squeezed my cock while she asked, and I had the distinct impression she was jealous.

"As a matter of fact, yes," I said.

"Well, she wouldn't touch your cock. She'd run from it. Not me. Girls who eat pussy aren't intimidated by big cocks."

She gave it another stroke, tugging the skin up past the head and then pushing it back down, bringing it tight to encourage the head to flare and pulse.

"It's embarrassing enough that you made it hard," I said

"I did, didn't I?" she said. "Here, I'll give you an apology kiss."

I thought she meant she was going to kiss me on the lips again, but instead, she dipped her head down, opened her mouth, and closed her lips on the tip of my cock. I held my breath as I watched her. She kept her lips pressed to it for so long, but I didn't say anything, didn't try to move. I was just stunned while she held her lips to it. Then I felt her little tongue swirling around the tip. It poked out of her mouth and licked along the underside of my cockhead, right across the piss slit before retreating into her mouth. She finally broke the kiss and looked up at me.

"Does your cock accept my apology?"

I should have told her she was crazy, to stop that and go to her room. Instead I said, "You should apologize to the rest of it."

I regretted it the moment I said it, but Haerin began kissing down my shaft, holding her mouth against it as her tongue licked. She wasn't even pretending anymore. She was just running her lips back and forth, dragging her tongue over it. When she engulfed the head of my cock into her mouth, I knew this had gone to far. I couldn't let my daughter, my precious only daughter, suck my cock.

I held the back of her hair, with every intention of pulling her mouth off my dick, but it felt so good. I was struggling with myself. I just wanted to fuck that pretty little mouth of hers. I thrust upward, ramming my cock into her throat. She gagged but recovered, sucking and bobbing her head up and down on my shaft, letting out a moan. When I thrust up again, she coughed, taking her mouth off my cock to catch her breath. I didn't let her go down again.

"Okay, that's enough."

"Daddy, no, I wanna suck it."

"No, Haerin. You can't suck my cock like that. I'm your father."

"I was just trying to help. I know you liked it."

"Jesus, what's wrong with you, what's wrong with me? Look, why don't you just head off to bed, okay? We'll sort this out in the morning."

"But you didn't finish rubbing my butt."

"You'll survive."

"Please, Daddy? Just make it better and I'll go to bed happy."

Haerin carefully turned around, her jeans still keeping her legs pinned together. She backed up between my legs, her feet under my balls, bringing her ass closer. My cock was pointing straight up. I didn't stop her from bumping her ass into my mushroom head. She glanced back over her shoulder, as if she didn't mean to touch my cock. She reached back, taking my cock in her hand and lifting it so it rested right along the length of her ass crack. Then she took my hands and placed them on her red ass cheeks.

"Now, rub," she said.

She remained on all fours and started wiggling her ass, jostling my cock around, sliding her ass across it. She lifted forward and for one second my cockhead bent between her legs and touched her pussy lips before it settled back down across her ass.

"Careful, Daddy. We don't want that big, fat cock of yours sliding into my little wet cunt."

I slapped her ass again. "Don't use those dirty words around me, Haerin."

"Mmm, sorry, Daddy. I'll be your chaste little slut."

I squeezed and rubbed her ass, spreading her ass cheeks open, creating a space for my cock to lie. I crushed her cheeks back together, pinning my cock in place. Haerin immediately ground her ass back along my shaft. She didn't stop. She began slowly sliding her ass up and down while I held her cheeks together.

"You're not a lesbian, are you?" I said, looking down at my cock stuck between her ass cheeks. Fuck, I knew I should stop this, but it felt so good.

"Mmm, what makes you say that?" she asked.

I slapped her ass again. "You're a bad fucking daughter for seducing me like this, Haerin."

"I know, Daddy, but my cellmate said her daddy tried to fuck the lesbian out of her. I wanted you to try the same thing, but you really weren't getting the hint, and I couldn't let that other bitch take my daddy's cock away from me. I've been dreaming about it for way too long."

I slid my hand around her neck and yanked her toward me, her back pinned against my chest, my cock bending and poking against her asshole, prodding it. I breathed into her ear.

"I haven't fucked a woman since your mother."

"Ooh, poor Daddy. I'm here now. You can fuck me as much as you want... if you want."

I kept her in place with my hand on her neck. My other hand slid under her shirt and into her bra, cupping and squeezing her breast, pinching her nipple. I tugged on it and she mixed a moan with a whimper.

"You've been making me think about fucking you since the moment you got out of that detention center. I can't think of anything else."

Her ass humped against my cock, grinding the head against her little hole. She was pushing hard, and my dick was starting to spread her asshole open even without any lubrication. "More, Daddy, more."

I rolled her nipple between my fingers. Then I grabbed the neck of her shirt and ripped it right in half. I did the same with her bra, destroying it to get at her tits. They spilled out and both my hands cupped them. I fondled and caressed her nipples while she ground into my cock, bending it against in the crack of her ass. She was so horny and desperate for anything to penetrate her.

"God, Daddy, I need sex. I've never had a real cock, just fingers and tongues."

I slid one hand down to her pubic mound, forcing my fingers between her tightly pinched thighs, cupping her cunt in the palm of my hand. She began grinding her pussy into my hand while I ground my cock against her ass. She was wiggling and struggling with her legs, trying to kick off her pants. The moment she was free of them, her bare legs spread open wide, her toes gripping the bedspread. My fingers began rubbing in a circle around her pussy lips.

"Put them in, please," she whispered. "Please, Daddy, my pussy is so empty."

I fed two fingers into her pussy, the tightness of her cunt squeezing them together. There was no room for more. She groaned and threw her head back. I turned her jaw to me and forced my lips into hers. She instantly began kissing me, moaning into my mouth as she licked and sucked on my tongue. The pretense of familiar kissing was gone. She was just a horny girl who wanted sex. She was humping my fingers, grinding my cock against her ass, spreading her little asshole open with the head of my dick each time it passed along her crack.

"Fuck," she said, breathing out against my face. "Can we fuck now, Daddy? Please, I want your cock in me. I'll beg for it. I'll do anything. Just fuck your little girl."

I put my hand on her shoulder and pushed her forward, bending her over on all fours. I climbed up behind her, putting my hand on the back of her neck and forcing her face down onto the mattress. She reached between her legs, desperately grasping the shaft of my cock.

"In me, in me," she mumbled, yanking my dick, trying to draw it closer. She wiggled her ass, keeping her legs spread open with her face down on the mattress, looking back at me with those pleading eyes.

"Damn you for making me want this, you little slut," I said.

I inched closer to her, giving her enough room to angle the tip of my cock to her cunt. She manhandled it as she ground the head up and down along her little slit, pushing her tight little body back. I watched as her pussy lips spread open, trying to take it, but every time I started to penetrate her, she withdrew.

"Fuck, it's big," she said.

"Come on, princess. You wanted this. Take my cock."

I held Haerin's hips while she backed her ass up. I helped her by yanking her toward me, impaling her pussy on my long, thick cock. She let out a deep groan as I entered her. Her wet cunt lips hugged the shaft of my cock in a warm embrace. I wasn't even halfway inside her. She took her hand off my cock and held the bedspread again, her eyes pinched shut, chewing on the blanket as she adjusted to my big cock.

"Fuuuck, Daddy."

I pulled her hips closer and she yelped as my dick opened her up. I was trying to go slow for her first time, but I wanted to fuck her hard and deep right then. It took all my restraint to edge my cock into her inch by inch. She was groaning and wiggling the whole time.

"Stop stop stop," she said. "No deeper. I can't take anymore. Fuck."

I stopped, looking down at her pussy. I started to withdraw, and then I ground forward again and she stretched out, trying to ease the pain of my invading cock.

"Ohhh, fuck, Daddy!"

"Shit, sweetheart. Daddy has to fuck a little harder, okay? I can't give you much more time to get used to it."

"Just fuck me slow, please."

I tried to be slow, rocking my cock in and out of her. She was moaning and holding her face, but every time I pulled my cock too far back, she pushed against it in pursuit. I gave her what she wanted and slammed forward, making her yelp.

"Daddddy! Careful."

I tightened my grip on her hips, withdrew, and slammed into her again, making her groan louder than ever. I started fucking her in earnest, driving my fat shaft in and out of her tight little cunt. She was thrashing, reaching back to slow me down, but I had her hips, holding in her place as I took her pussy.

"Do you like that, you little cock tease?" I said.

"God, fuck, yes, Daddy! I love your cock! I don't care if it hurts! God, I've never felt so full inside! Ow...not so deep!"

"Bad girls get it deep. Good girls get it gentle."

"Fuck, I'll be bad then. Just keep fucking me."

Haerin was pushing back to meet each of my thrusts, my long shaft driving in and out of her slippery tunnel. She was moaning and screaming in pleasure. I knew she was about to cum. She wasn't the only one. My cock was steel and my balls were tightening up. I quickly yanked my dick out of her, my whole shaft aching to cum.

"Wha?" Haerin said, looking back. "Why'd you stop?"

"Fuck, I almost came," I said, breathing in and out, looking down at my cock as it flexed in anger.

"So did I!" she whined.

"You're so fucking tight, I can't last long."

Haerin turned around on her knees and put her hands on my shoulders, pushing me back.

"Daddy, just let me drive..."

She straddled me, taking my cock in her hand and holding it straight up toward her pussy.

"Baby, no, I need some time to cool down or I'll cum in you."

"I'll go slow. If you feel like you're gonna cum, just tell me and I'll jump off."

I didn't argue. I just wanted back in her pussy. She sank down on my shaft, my cock vanishing in her tight cunt. She took it slow, grinding down on my shaft and moving her pelvis around in a circle, dancing on my cock.

"Fuuuck," she said. "I can feel you in my stomach."

"Shit, careful," I said. "You're going to make me cum if you keep doing that."

"Mmm, just figuring out how to steer this thing," she said. She lifted up and pushed herself back down. "Fuck, Daddy. I've never felt anything so good in my life."

"I know, baby, just go slow or you'll be paying for it for the rest of your life."

"I know," she said, but she didn't obey because she began bouncing up and down on my cock, taking more and more of it up into her cunt. She was stretching herself out, making me fit inside her. She kept looking down, pushing herself to try to fit every last bit of cock into her cunt. "Oh god, Daddy, I almost have you all the way in me."

"Fuck, kiddo, I can't take much more," I said.

"Shh, shut up, I'm about to cum," she said, bouncing hard now. She groaned as her pelvis slammed into mine and every inch of my cock was buried in her tight pussy. "Fuck, Daddy! I'm cumming!"

I felt her cum, not just from the juices squirting all over me, but her tight pussy was contracting on my shaft like a vice. I grabbed her hips, ready to throw her off, but she grabbed my arms.

"Just let it happen, Daddy! Just fuck me and cum in my pussy!"

"Fuck!" I shouted, but I couldn't hold it anymore. My cock erupted, semen spitting inside up inside her pussy, my balls aching as I emptied my seed deep into my daughter's womb. I kept humping, lost to the pleasure of sex, groaning as Haerin screamed in ecstasy.

I grabbed her hips to slow her down as my cock tingled with sensitivity, but Haerin wanted more. She pushed my hands off her waist and intertwined our fingers, holding my hands down on the bed as she bounced on my cock.

"More, Daddy, please! I'm going to cum again!"

She didn't need any help from me as she lifted her pussy up and down on my sensitive cock, using my pole to get herself off, groaning and screaming as she came again. Her legs were shaking as she slowed down. She collapsed on my chest, our sweaty bodies sticking to each other. I wrapped my arms around her, leaving my cock buried inside her drooling cunt.

"Wow," Haerin said. "Fuck, Daddy, that was worth the wait."

"What wait? You've only been home a day," I said.

"Mmm, but I've been dreaming about it since I was 13. What do you think Mom and I were arguing about that day? I told her I hoped she went through with the divorce because I was gonna take over her job and keep your cock happy. She slapped me; I pushed her. Mmm, but it all worked out in the end, didn't it?"

"Jesus, Haerin... She was your mother."

"Yeah," Haerin said, smiling up at me and kissing my lips. "But no one gets in my way when I want something, and I wanted my daddy. You taught me, remember? Always play to win."

[blehblahlol]

A filthy wild night with my Cousin and her bestie

Male reader or Y/N x Minji and Hanni

!Minji as your cousin and Hanni as Minji's lesbian partner.

Kinks: Incest (Cousin!Minji x you), shy!Y/N, Threesome, Lots of kissing, armpit licking, facesitting, romantic, squirt & pissing, lesbian.

Minji and Hanni are openly a lesbian couple. They live together (not so always, here Hanni stays in Minji's room for most of the times as shes her best friend. They sleep together), they have fun, and their intimacy is deep.

Y/N, his uncle married a Korean woman, which makes Minji his cousin on that side of the family. It's a beautiful day, and Y/N + his family is traveling with his family to South Korea to visit Minji’s parents. The last time Y/N and Minji met was during their childhood, when they were around 9 or 10 years old. Now, both of them are 18.

P1

The humid Seoul air clung to Y/N’s skin as he stepped off the plane, his heart thumping with a mix of jet lag and nervous excitement.

It had been nearly a decade since he last saw his cousin Minji, back when they were scrawny kids chasing each other around their uncle’s backyard. Now, at 18, Y/N was a lanky, awkward dude with a mop of dark hair and a tendency to blush at the slightest provocation. Minji, though? She was a fucking K-pop goddess—a member of NewJeans, plastered on billboards and TikTok feeds worldwide. The thought of seeing her again, all grown up and probably drop-dead gorgeous, made Y/N’s stomach do flips.

His parents, chatting animatedly about kimchi recipes and old family stories, led the way to Minji’s family home in a sleek Seoul suburb. Y/N trailed behind, fidgeting with his backpack straps, his mind racing. What if she’s, like, too cool for me now? he thought. She’s probably got a million better things to do than hang with her nerdy cousin.

The cab pulled up to a modern house with floor-to-ceiling windows, and before Y/N could brace himself, the front door swung open. There she was—Minji, all 5’6” of her, looking like she’d just stepped out of a music video. Her long, dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her tight crop top and high-waisted shorts showed off a slim, sexy figure that made Y/N’s brain short-circuit. Her face, though, still had that innocent and playful spark.

“Annyeonghaseyo!” Minji chirped, her voice bright and melodic. “Auntie, Uncle, welcome to Korea!” She straightened up, flashing a megawatt smile that could’ve melted a glacier.

Y/N’s mom gasped, clutching her husband’s arm. “Oh, Minji, look at you! You’re such a young lady now, so beautiful!”

Minji’s parents appeared behind her, beaming with pride. Her mom, a petite woman with Minji’s same sharp cheekbones, hugged Y/N’s parents tightly. “Y/N, my goodness, how big you’ve grown!” she exclaimed, eyeing him up and down. “Such a handsome young man!”

Y/N felt his cheeks burn. Handsome? Me? He was skinny as a rail, with zero game and a face that was, at best, “fine.” He mumbled a shy “Thanks, Aunt Soo-jin,” avoiding Minji’s gaze.

Minji’s dad clapped Y/N’s dad on the shoulder. “Can you believe it? Our kids are all grown up! Minji’s out there conquering the world, and Y/N’s… what, heading to college soon?”

“Oh, he’s still figuring it out,” Y/N’s dad said with a chuckle. “But Minji—wow, a K-pop star! We saw your latest music video. That dance move with the…” He mimicked a clumsy hip sway, making everyone laugh.

Minji giggled, covering her mouth. “Uncle, you’re gonna need some practice!” Then, for the first time, her eyes flicked to Y/N, who was standing there like a deer in headlights. She tilted her head, her lips curling into a teasing smirk. “Hi, Y/N,” she said softly, her voice dripping with playful familiarity.

Y/N’s heart did a somersault. “H-hi,” he stammered, giving a dorky wave, his hand flapping like a fish out of water. Fuck, why am I so awkward? he cursed internally.

The parents wandered into the living room, already deep in conversation about old times and Korean barbecue plans. Minji gestured for Y/N to follow her. “C’mon, I’ll show you my room,” she said, her tone casual but with a hint of something… flirty? Nah, she���s just being nice, Y/N told himself, trying to ignore how her hips swayed as she led the way upstairs.

In Minji’s room, Y/N’s jaw nearly hit the floor. It was a K-pop stan’s dream—posters of NewJeans, LED lights casting a pink glow. There was a girl sprawled on the bed, scrolling through her phone. She was tiny—5’2” at most—with a heart-shaped face, pouty lips, and a body that, despite her petite frame, curved in all the right places. Her tank top rode up slightly, showing a sliver of toned midriff. "Holy shit", Y/N thought, his teenage brain going into overdrive, " Thats Hanni, isn't it?".

The girl looked up, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. “Hey, who's this?” Hanni asked Minji, hopping off the bed with a grin. “Oh Hanni, Thats just my cousin brother. Y/N meet my… bestie.. Hanni, you already know her ofcourse, my group mate.”..

Minji plopped onto the bed beside Hanni, patting the space next to her. “Y/N, don’t just stand there like a weirdo. Sit!” she teased, her voice light but commanding.

Y/N hesitated, his palms sweaty. Bestie, huh? he thought, noticing how close Hanni was sitting to Minji, their thighs almost touching. Guess she’s just super tight with her group members. Normal K-pop stuff, right? He perched awkwardly on the edge of the bed, trying not to stare at either of them.

“So, Y/N,” Hanni said, leaning forward, her voice playful. “What’s it like seeing your superstar cousin after all these years?”

Minji swatted Hanni’s arm, laughing. “Stop asking him stuff and talking to him Hanni!, you’ll make him blush!” She turned to Y/N, her eyes glinting. “But seriously, Y/N, you’re not a kid anymore. You’re kinda… cute, in a nerdy way.”

Y/N’s face went nuclear. “Uh, th-thanks?” he squeaked, his voice cracking. Cute? Me? From MINJI? His brain was a mess, and his body wasn’t faring much better, hyper-aware of the two insanely attractive girls inches away.

Hanni giggled, nudging Minji. “Look at him, he’s dying! Minji, you’re too much for the poor guy.”

Minji smirked, leaning closer to Y/N, her perfume—a mix of vanilla and something dangerously sweet—hitting him like a truck. “Am I too much for you, Y/N?” she purred, her tone teasing but with an edge that made his pulse race.

Y/N swallowed hard, his mouth dry. “I-I’m fine,” he lied, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N’s head was still spinning from Minji’s teasing and Hanni’s playful energy when his mom’s voice echoed up the stairs. “Y/N! Come down, we’re going to the market with Minji’s parents!”

“Uh, coming!” Y/N called back, scrambling to his feet. He shot Minji and Hanni an awkward smile, his face still flushed. “I’ll, uh, see you guys later?”

Minji grinned, leaning back on her hands, her crop top riding up just enough to show a sliver of her toned stomach. “Sure thing, Y/N. Don’t get lost in Seoul!”

Hanni winked, her voice dripping with mischief. “Yeah, come back soon, nerd boy.”

Y/N practically tripped over his own feet as he bolted out of the room, his heart pounding. Nerd boy? Fuck, they’re gonna eat me alive, he thought, hurrying downstairs to join his parents.

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As the door clicked shut, the vibe in Minji’s room shifted instantly. Minji and Hanni exchanged a knowing look as they got some privacy. Hanni slid closer, her petite frame pressing against Minji’s side, her fingers tracing lazy circles on Minji’s thigh. “Finally, some privacy Unnie, lets kiss.~” Hanni murmured, her voice low and sultry.

Minji smirked, turning to face Hanni, their lips inches apart. “You’re so impatient,” she teased, before closing the gap. Their mouths crashed together in a deep, passionate French kiss, tongues tangling with practiced ease. The room filled with soft moans as they devoured each other, hands roaming freely. Minji tugged Hanni’s tank top over her head, revealing perky breasts and a slim waist, while Hanni yanked Minji’s shorts down, exposing her smooth, flawless skin.

They collapsed onto the bed, naked in seconds as they open each others clothes, their bodies a tangle of limbs and heat. Minji’s lips trailed down Hanni’s neck, then lower, sucking on her nipples until Hanni gasped, her fingers digging into Minji’s hair. “Fuck, Minji,” Hanni whimpered, her hips bucking as Minji’s tongue found her pussy, licking slow, deliberate circles. Hanni’s moans grew louder, her body trembling as Minji ate her out, her own fingers sliding between her thighs to rub herself.

“God, you taste so good Hanni” Minji purred, her voice muffled against Hanni’s slick folds. Hanni arched her back, squirting with a cry as Minji pushed her over the edge, their bodies slick with sweat and desire. They switched, Hanni diving between Minji’s legs, her tongue working magic as Minji moaned, her hands gripping the sheets.

Panting, they collapsed side by side, still kissing lazily, their lips swollen and wet. Hanni giggled, wiping her mouth. “Your cousin looks so nerdy and shy, lol,” she randomly says, her voice playful but with a wicked edge.

Minji laughed, propping herself up on one elbow, her naked body glistening. “I know, right? When we were kids, we’d play hide-and-seek and shit. Now? I don’t think we’d even be friendly. He’s, like, terrified of me.”

Hanni pouted, her fingers tracing Minji’s collarbone. “Why not? He’s kinda cute, in that awkward way. Like a lost puppy.”

Minji snorted, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Cute, sure, but he’s so out of his depth. Did you see him blushing? I bet he’s never even kissed a girl, let alone fucked one. Not like us with… you know.”

Hanni’s face smiled for a split second, both of them remembering their agency’s CEO—a sleazy, 50-something bastard who’d taken their virginity in exchange for promises of stardom. They’d done what they had to, but it left them jaded, craving control over their desires. Hanni shook it off, her grin returning. “Yeah, well, Y/N’s not like that. He’s… innocent. Bet I could make him cum in, like, two minutes.”

Minji’s eyes widened, a competitive spark igniting. “Oh, you think? I’d have him blowing his load before you even get his pants off. I’d just flash him, and he’d be done.”

Hanni laughed, shoving Minji playfully. “No way, bitch. I’d suck his dick so good he’d see stars. Bet he’s got a decent cock under those baggy jeans.”

Minji raised an eyebrow, her voice dripping with challenge. “Haha, bet? I’ll ride him till he’s begging, and he’ll be screaming my name, not yours.”

Hanni leaned in, her lips brushing Minji’s ear. “Okay, but why fight? We could both have him. Imagine him, all flustered, not knowing what to do with two hot girls like us. We’d ruin him.”

Minji’s smirk widened, the idea sinking in. “Fuck, that’s hot. He’s so shy, he’d probably die just seeing us naked. But… he’s my cousin. Isn’t that, like, weird?”

Hanni rolled her eyes, straddling Minji’s lap, her hands cupping Minji’s face. “Unnie, Isn't that even better? You're gonna fuck with someone you trust, your family!. Besides, he’s 18, horny as fuck, and probably jerking off to NewJeans fancams already. Why not give him the real thing?”

Minji bit her lip, her mind racing. “True. He’s probably fantasizing about me right now, the little perv. And with you there? We’d blow his fucking mind.”

Hanni grinned, grinding against Minji, their bodies heating up again. “Exactly. We’ll seduce him, tease him till he’s begging. He won’t know what hit him. Bet he’ll cum so hard he’ll thank us.”

Minji laughed, pulling Hanni into another messy kiss. “Deal. Tomorrow, we’ll play nice, get him alone, and then… we’ll fuck him senseless. Poor boy won’t stand a chance.”

P2

By mid-afternoon, Y/N and his family, along with Minji’s parents, had returned from the bustling Seoul market, arms laden with bags of spicy tteokbokki ingredients and souvenirs. The house buzzed with laughter and the clatter of dishes as both families prepared for a big dinner. Y/N, still reeling from his earlier encounter with Minji and Hanni, kept to himself, his mind replaying Minji’s teasing smirk and Hanni’s flirty wink. They’re just messing with me, he told himself, but the way his heart raced suggested otherwise.

Dinner was a lively affair, the long table packed with steaming plates of bulgogi, kimchi, and japchae. Y/N sat across from Minji, who looked unfairly stunning in a low-cut blouse that hugged her curves, her frame just a tad taller than his when she sat up straight. Her parents and Y/N’s were deep in conversation about old family vacations.

Minji, ever the extrovert, leaned forward, her cleavage on full display as she passed Y/N a bowl of rice. “Here, Y/N, you need to eat more,” she purred, her voice sweet but laced with something dangerous. Her foot grazed his under the table, lingering just long enough to make his breath hitch.

Y/N’s face turned beet red. “Uh, th-thanks,” he mumbled, grabbing the bowl and focusing way too hard on his food. Is she doing this on purpose? he wondered, his skinny frame tensing as he tried to ignore the heat pooling in his jeans. Minji’s eyes sparkled with mischief, catching every flustered glance he tried to hide. She “accidentally” dropped her chopsticks, bending forward to pick them up, giving him a clear view down her blouse.

“Oops,” she said, smirking as she sat back up, her lips glossy from a sip of soju. Y/N nearly choked on his kimchi, coughing to cover his panic. She’s my cousin, she’s my sister literally, he chanted internally, but his teenage hormones weren’t listening.

Dinner wrapped up with the parents laughing over old stories, and Y/N was told he’d sleep in the living room since he was “a grown young man now.” As the adults gossiped in the kitchen, Y/N sprawled on the couch, scrolling through his phone to distract himself.

As he was scrolling tiktok, in the video, there was Minji, center stage, shaking her ass in tight shorts, her moves fluid and fucking mesmerizing. Y/N’s dick hardened instantly, straining against his jeans. He shifted uncomfortably, glancing around to make sure no one was nearby. Goddamn, she’s hot, he thought, guilt mixing with raw desire. He was so lost in the video he didn’t hear the parents’ conversation winding down.

Eventually, Y/N realized he needed a pillow to sleep. He trudged to the kitchen, where Minji’s mom was washing dishes. “Aunt Soo-jin, do you have an extra pillow?” he asked, scratching his neck awkwardly.

“Oh, just ask Minji, dear,” she said with a smile, nodding toward the stairs. “She’s probably in her room with Hanni.”

Y/N’s stomach flipped. Minji’s room. With Hanni. He climbed the stairs, his heart pounding, trying to psych himself up to knock. But in his nervous haze, he didn’t think—just twisted the knob and pushed the door open.

What the fuck?

The sight hit him like a freight train. Minji and Hanni were stark naked on the bed, THEY ARE LITERALLY IN WORDS HAVING LESBO! a tangle of sweaty, glistening skin. Hanni’s petite 5’2” frame was crouched between Minji’s spread thighs, her tongue buried in Minji’s pussy, licking with sloppy, eager strokes. Minji’s head was thrown back, her full lips parted in a moan, one hand gripping Hanni’s hair, the other pinching her own nipple. The room smelled of sex—musky, sweet, and fucking intoxicating.

Y/N froze, his jaw dropped, his dick throbbing painfully in his jeans. Shock gave way to raw, primal horniness. They’re… holy shit, they’re fucking?. He should’ve turned away, but his feet were glued to the floor, his eyes locked on the scene. It's his first time seeing a girl naked as well.

Minji’s eyes snapped open, catching Y/N in the doorway. “Oh!” she gasped, her face flushing as she scrambled to grab a pillow, pressing it against her chest to cover her perky tits and glistening pussy. Hanni yelped, diving for another pillow to shield her naked body, her cheeks turning pink. For a split second, the room was silent, the three of them frozen in a tableau of embarrassment.

Then Hanni burst out laughing, clutching the pillow tighter. “Oh my God, haha, your cousin boy saw us shit!” she wheezed, her voice a mix of mortification and amusement.

Minji, still red-faced, couldn’t hold back a giggle. “Bitch, he’s just standing there like a deer in headlights!” she said, her eyes flicking to Y/N, who was rooted to the spot, his face burning.

“I-I just came for a pillow,” Y/N stammered, his voice cracking as he gestured weakly, his erection impossible to hide. Fuck, why is this so hot? he thought, torn between bolting and staying glued to the scene.

Minji’s gaze dropped to the bulge in his jeans, and her embarrassed expression shifted, a sly smirk curling her lips. “Oh~” she purred, her voice dropping to a teasing lilt. “Looks like you’re bringing more than just a pillow request, Y/N.”

Hanni’s eyes widened, catching on. She stifled another laugh, her pillow slipping slightly as she leaned forward. “Minji, you seeing what I’m seeing? awwww your cousin is hard!!”

Y/N’s heart pounded, his face so hot he thought he’d combust. “I-I should go—” he started, but Minji was already moving. Dropping her pillow, she stood, her 5’6” frame just a hair taller than his, her naked body a vision of slim, sexy curves. Before Y/N could process, she grabbed his wrist and yanked him onto the bed with surprising strength, his skinny frame stumbling forward.

“Oops, too late,” Minji said, her voice dripping with mischief as she locked the door with a decisive click. Hanni tossed her pillow aside, high-fiving Minji with a cackle. “Game on, bitch!” Hanni cheered, both girls dissolving into giggles as they turned their attention to Y/N, who was now sprawled on the bed, his eyes wide with panic and undeniable arousal.

P3

“W-wait, guys, stop!” Y/N protested, his voice shaky, but his body betrayed him, his dick throbbing as Minji straddled his legs, her hands deftly unbuttoning his jeans. Hanni tugged at his underwear, and in one swift motion, they yanked both down, his hard cock springing free, embarrassingly erect.

“Oh my God, it’s so hard!” Hanni squealed, her cute face lighting up with delight. “Nerd boy’s packing!”

Y/N’s hands flew to cover his face, mortified but secretly loving every second. “This is insane, you guys—” he mumbled, but his words dissolved into a gasp as Minji leaned down, her lips crashing into his in a deep, hungry kiss. Her mouth was hot, her tongue sliding against his with a mix of saliva and the faint, tangy taste of Hanni’s pussy from their earlier escapade. Y/N’s brain melted. I’m kissing Minji? My cousin? A K-pop star? What the fuck is happening?

It was heaven—wet, messy, and so fucking real. Minji’s hands cupped his face, her naked body pressed against his chest, her perfume and sweat driving him wild. She pulled back, her lips glossy, a string of saliva connecting them. “Not bad for a nerd,” she teased, her voice husky.

Hanni pouted, crawling up the bed. “My turn,” she whined, nudging Minji aside. She kissed Y/N next, her smaller frame curling against him, her tongue just as eager, carrying the musky sweetness of Minji’s juices. Y/N moaned into her mouth, his hands trembling as he instinctively gripped her waist, her skin soft and warm. The kiss was sloppy, tongues tangling, saliva dripping, and Y/N’s head spun with the surreal pleasure of it all.

As Hanni kissed him, Minji slid down, her eyes locked on Y/N’s throbbing cock. “Fuck, look at this,” she murmured, her fingers wrapping around it, stroking lightly. Hanni broke the kiss, glancing down and grinning. “Oh, we’re gonna have fun with this,” she said, and both girls slid lower, their faces hovering over his dick.

Y/N’s breath hitched as Minji’s tongue flicked out, licking the tip, her lips glossy with spit. Hanni joined in, her smaller mouth sucking the side of his shaft, their tongues brushing against each other as they went to work. They were like animals—licking, sucking, slurping, their moans vibrating against his cock. Minji took him deep, her throat tightening around him, while Hanni lapped at his balls, her giggles muffled by her enthusiasm.

“F-fuck,” Y/N groaned, his hands gripping the sheets, his skinny body trembling. He was losing his mind, the pleasure overwhelming, their wet mouths and eager tongues driving him to the edge. “I-I can’t—” he gasped, his voice breaking as Minji and Hanni worked him like they were starving, their lips and hands relentless.

Minji pulled back, a string of spit connecting her lips to his cock. “He’s gonna cum so fast,” she teased, her eyes glinting as she stroked him.

Hanni grinned, licking her lips. “Told you I’d make him lose it,” she said, before diving back in, her mouth sucking hard.

Y/N’s moans grew louder, his body bucking as the girls devoured him, their laughter and dirty talk pushing him over the edge. He was in heaven.

Y/N was sprawled flat on Minji’s bed, his skinny frame trembling as waves of pleasure crashed over him. Minji and Hanni were relentless, their naked bodies pressed close as they worked him over. Minji’s lips were wrapped around his cock, her tongue swirling around the tip, while Hanni kissed her way up and down his shaft, occasionally leaning up to make out with Minji, their tongues tangling over his throbbing dick. The wet, sloppy sounds of their mouths—sucking, licking, and moaning—filled the room, mingling with the musky scent of sweat and sex. Y/N’s head spun, his brain barely able to process the fact that his K-pop star cousin and her bandmate were devouring him like this.

His cock, harder than it had ever been in his 18 years, pulsed painfully. It was his first time getting sucked, and the sensation was overwhelming. Minji’s warm mouth took him deep, her throat constricting, while Hanni’s petite hands massaged his balls, her tongue flicking against the base. Their eyes met, sparkling with mischief, as they kissed each other over his cock, their lips brushing his sensitive tip in the process. Y/N’s moans grew desperate, his hips bucking involuntarily. “F-fuck, I can’t—” he gasped, his voice breaking.

With a muffled groan, he lost it. His cock twitched violently, and he came hard, a massive load shooting into Minji’s mouth. Minji takes every drop, her eyes fluttering as she swallowed. Pulling back, her lips glistened with cum, a satisfied smirk spreading across her face. “Oh gosh, it’s so delicious,” she purred, licking her lips. She turned to Hanni, her voice teasing. “Want some, babe?”

Hanni’s eyes lit up, and she leaned in, crashing her lips against Minji’s in a nasty, open-mouthed kiss. Their tongues swirled, sharing Y/N’s cum, strands of it dripping down their chins. Hanni moaned into the kiss, savoring the taste. Pulling back, she wiped her mouth and laughed. “Damn, it’s way better than that CEO’s old-ass cum, bitch,” she said, her voice dripping with playful disdain. Both girls burst into giggles, their shared history with their sleazy, 50-something agency CEO a dark joke between them.

Y/N, still reeling from his orgasm, lay there panting, his cock still twitching. “G-guys, that was—” he started, but Minji and Hanni ignored him, their laughter cutting him off.

“Oh, oppa, we’re gonna have so much fun with you,” Minji teased as she climbed up the bed. Hanni winked, her petite body bouncing with excitement.

Y/N tried again, his voice weak. “Wait, I—” but they just laughed harder, their giggles drowning him out. They're having a nice time by now.

P4

Minji grabbed his shoulders, pulling him up to a sitting position on the bed.

“Enough talking, cousin,” she said, her tone commanding but playful.

She lifted her arm, exposing her smooth, slightly sweaty armpit, and pressed his face close. “Lick and clean it,” she ordered, her voice a mix of teasing and dominance.

Y/N’s mind reeled. What the fuck? His brain flashed to those NewJeans concert videos he’d secretly watched, zooming in on Minji’s glistening armpits as she danced under stage lights, her sweat-soaked skin glinting.

His mind gets nostagia of the video of Minji's armpit in concert. He’d always found it weirdly hot, a guilty fetish he’d never admitted. And now… I’m actually doing this? His body betrayed him, his cock twitching again despite just cumming. He leaned in, his tongue tentatively flicking against Minji’s armpit, tasting the salty tang of her sweat. It was musky, raw, and insanely intimate. He groaned, losing himself, licking and sucking like a starving man.

Minji laughed, a mix of ticklish delight and pride. “Omg, OPPA, you’re actually licking it!” she squealed, her voice giddy as she held his head closer, her armpit pressed against his mouth. “Such a good boy.”

Hanni, watching with a grin, slid down to Y/N’s lap, her small hands wrapping around his still-hard cock. “Fuck, he’s into it,” she said, her voice dripping with amusement. She lowered her mouth, sucking him off with sloppy, eager strokes, her tongue swirling around the tip as she moaned. Her petite frame bobbed as she worked, her lips stretching around him, spit dripping down his shaft.

Y/N’s moans were muffled against Minji’s armpit, his tongue lapping harder as Hanni’s mouth drove him wild. His body shook, caught in a haze of pleasure and disbelief. Minji’s laughter and Hanni’s wet sucking filled his ears, their teasing words blurring together.

Y/N’s tongue worked feverishly, lapping at Minji’s smooth, sweaty armpit, the salty tang driving him wild. His skinny frame trembled, his face buried in her skin as he licked and sucked like it was his life’s mission. Minji, her body arched slightly, moaned softly, her fingers tangled in his hair, guiding him. “Fuck, Y/N, you’re so into this,” she giggled, her voice a mix of ticklish delight and raw pleasure. “Do the other one, come on.”

She lifted her other arm, exposing her second armpit, just as sweaty and glistening from the humid Seoul night. Y/N didn’t hesitate, diving in, his tongue tracing long, hungry strokes across her skin. Minji squirmed, laughing as the sensation tickled but loving every second. “Oh my God, cousin brother, you’re nasty,” she teased, her eyes glinting with pride and arousal. “Who knew you’d be this freaky?”

Hanni, still on her knees, sucked Y/N’s cock with sloppy enthusiasm, her petite frame bobbing as she took him deep, spit dripping down her chin. She glanced up, her eyes sparkling at the sight of Y/N devouring Minji’s armpit. “Fuck, this is so hot,” she mumbled around his dick, her words muffled but her excitement clear.

Minji finally pulled Y/N’s face away, her armpits glistening from his tongue. Her cheeks were flushed, her breathing heavy. She cupped his face, her thumbs brushing his cheeks, and leaned in, kissing him deeply. It was messy, passionate, their tongues swirling, saliva mixing with the faint taste of her sweat and Hanni’s pussy from earlier. Y/N melted into it, his heart pounding, his hands trembling as they gripped her waist. This was no ordinary kiss—it was raw, intimate, and loaded with years of distance.

Minji pulled back, her forehead resting against his, her voice soft and sincere. “I love you, brother Y/N,” she whispered, her eyes shimmering. “I missed you so much over the years.”

Y/N’s breath caught, his heart swelling. “I… I missed you too, Minji,” he stammered, his voice thick with emotion. For a moment, the room felt still, the air charged with a tender, almost a romantic connection between them.

Hanni, still on her knees, paused her sucking, her lips hovering over Y/N’s cock as she watched, her small hands clutching his thighs. “Oh my God, you guys,” she sniffled, her voice shaky with exaggerated emotion. “This is so fucking romantic, I’m gonna cry! You guys are saying 'I love you' to each other!!” She wiped a fake tear, then burst into giggles, ruining the moment.

Minji laughed, shoving Hanni playfully. “Bitch, shut up, you’re ruining it!”

Hanni grinned, licking her lips. “Fine, fine, but let’s get nasty again. I’m not done with nerd boy.” She crawled up the bed, her petite 5’2” frame dripping with sweat, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Y/N, you ready for the real fun?”

Y/N, still dazed from Minji’s kiss, barely had time to process before Hanni shoved him flat on his back. “W-what—” he started, but Minji was already moving, her smirk returning.

“Time for a treat, cousin,” Minji purred, climbing over him. She positioned herself above his face, her pussy—already soaked from Hanni’s earlier tongue work—hovering inches from his mouth. Her thighs, slick with sweat, framed his vision, and the musky scent of her arousal hit him like a drug. “You’re gonna eat me out,” she said, her voice commanding but playful.

Hanni clapped her hands, straddling Y/N’s waist, her small hands stroking his cock to keep him hard. “Oh, fuck yes, facesitting time!” she cheered, her voice dripping with excitement. “Make it messy, Minji!”

Minji lowered herself, her pussy pressing against Y/N’s mouth, hot and wet. Y/N groaned, his tongue instinctively darting out, tasting her salty sweetness mixed with sweat and traces of Hanni’s spit. He licked hungrily, his hands gripping her thighs as she ground against his face, her moans loud and unfiltered. “Fuck, Y/N, you’re so good at this,” she gasped, her hips rolling, smearing her juices across his lips and chin.

Hanni, watching from her perch on Y/N’s waist, laughed. “Look at him, drowning in your pussy! Nerd boy’s living his best life!” She leaned forward, kissing Minji sloppily, their tongues tangling as Minji rode Y/N’s face. The room filled with wet, obscene sounds—slurping, moaning, and the creak of the bed.

Minji’s body trembled, her pussy gushing as Y/N’s tongue flicked her clit. “Oh, shit, I’m gonna squirt,” she warned, her voice shaky. She didn’t hold back, grinding harder, and with a loud cry, she came, her juices flooding Y/N’s mouth, dripping down his cheeks. He sputtered but kept licking, swallowing what he could, his face a mess of sweat, squirt, and spit.

Minji laughed, lifting herself slightly to let Y/N breathe. “You okay down there, cousin?” she teased, wiping some of her juices off his chin. Y/N, panting, could only nod, his cock throbbing under Hanni’s touch.

P5

But Hanni wasn’t done. “My turn,” she said, shoving Minji aside. Her smaller frame climbed over Y/N’s face, her pussy already dripping from the night’s chaos. “Open wide my besties's oppa~,” she giggled, lowering herself. Her pussy was tighter, her scent sharper, and Y/N’s tongue dove in, licking eagerly. Hanni was messier, her hips bucking wildly, smearing her juices and sweat across his face. “Fuck, yes, eat it!” she moaned, her small hands gripping his hair.

Minji, now at Y/N’s side, leaned down to suck his cock, her lips wrapping around him as Hanni rode his face. The double assault was too much—Y/N’s moans were muffled against Hanni’s pussy, his body shaking. Hanni’s movements grew erratic, and with a high-pitched squeal, she squirted, her juices mixing with a sudden, unexpected gush of piss, soaking Y/N’s face in a hot, messy flood. He coughed, shocked but too turned on to care, his tongue still working as Hanni laughed. “Oops, got a little carried away!” she said, not remotely sorry.

Minji pulled off Y/N’s cock, grinning. “Bitch, you pissed on him? That’s so fucking nasty, I love it!” She kissed Hanni, tasting Y/N’s cum and Hanni’s squirt on her lips. “You’re such a slut.”

Hanni smirked, climbing off Y/N’s face. “Says the girl who made her cousin lick her armpits!” She turned to Y/N, his face drenched and flushed. “You good, nerd boy? Or you tapping out?”

Y/N, gasping for air, his cock rock-hard, could barely speak. “I-I’m… fuck, this is insane,” he rasped, his voice drowned out by their laughter.

Minji straddled his waist, her pussy brushing his cock. “Oh, we’re just getting started,” she teased, her voice dripping with promise. “Ready to fuck your superstar cousin, Y/N?”

Hanni high-fived her, giggling. “Let’s ruin him!” The night was spiraling into pure, filthy chaos, and Y/N was too far gone to care.

the night was far from over. Minji’s eyes glinted with mischief as she pushed Y/N flat on his back again, his cock still rock-hard and twitching. “Time for the main event Oppa,” she said, her voice low and sultry.

Y/N is totally flat, laying in bed. Minji straddled him, her pussy—wet and glistening from earlier—hovering over his dick. She gripped him, guiding her cousin's cock into her pussy, and slowly sank down, his cock sliding into her tight, warm pussy.

Y/N gasped, a sharp mix of pleasure and pain shooting through him. It was his first time, and the sensation was intense—her walls gripped him tightly, almost too much. “F-fuck,” he groaned, his hands clutching the sheets. “It… it hurts a little.”

Minji smirked, her hips starting to move, bouncing slowly at first. “You’ll get used to it, nerd boy,” she teased, her medium tits bouncing with each thrust. “Feels good too, doesn’t it?”

Y/N’s moans grew louder, his body betraying him. Despite the initial pain, the pleasure was unreal—Minji’s pussy was hot, wet, and perfect, her movements driving him wild. His mind screamed, This is a dream, this can’t be real, but his body was in love, his cock throbbing inside her, his heart racing for both Minji and Hanni. I love them both, he thought, lost in the haze. Y/N starts moaning a little bit loud.

Hanni, not waning the people outside the room and not one to be left out, climbed onto Y/N’s face, her petite frame facing Minji as she lowered her pussy onto his mouth. “Eat my pussy, bitch!” she ordered, her voice playful but commanding, her small hands gripping his hair to keep him in place. Y/N’s moans were muffled against her wet folds, his tongue diving in, licking hungrily despite the overwhelming sensations. Hanni’s pussy was messy, dripping with sweat and her earlier squirt, the taste sharp and intoxicating.

“Fuck, he’s screaming down there!” Hanni laughed, grinding harder against his face, her juices smearing across his lips and chin. “Keep moaning, nerd boy, it’s hot!”

Minji’s bounces grew faster, her pussy slamming down on Y/N’s cock, the wet slap-slap of their bodies echoing in the room. “God, his dick feels so good,” she moaned, her hands gripping his chest for balance. “Better than that old CEO’s shriveled cock, huh, Hanni?”

Hanni cackled, her hips rolling as Y/N’s tongue worked her clit. “Fuck yeah, this is way better! Minji, your couson got game!” She leaned forward, kissing Minji sloppily, their tongues tangling as they rode Y/N’s body, their sweat-soaked skin glistening.

Y/N’s mind was a whirlwind. The pain in his cock had melted into pure ecstasy, Minji’s pussy driving him to the edge. Hanni’s pussy on his face was suffocating in the best way, her juices flooding his mouth as he licked and sucked. He didn’t truly like the intensity—it was too much, too fast—but his body loved it, his hips bucking into Minji, his tongue desperate for Hanni. I’m in love with them, he thought, his heart pounding. This is fucking heaven.

P6

Hanni’s moans grew louder, her small body trembling. “Oh, shit, I’m gonna squirt again!” she warned, and with a high-pitched squeal, she did, her juices gushing over Y/N’s face, mixed with a hot, messy stream of piss that he couldn’t escape.

He sputtered, swallowing what he could, his face a drenched mess. Minji laughed, her own orgasm building. “Fuck, Hanni, you’re soaking him!” she gasped, her hips slamming harder. “I’m gonna cum too!”

Y/N’s moans were lost in Hanni’s pussy, as his mouth was fully covered by Hanni's ass and pussy. his cock pulsing as Minji’s pussy clenched around him. He was close, his body betraying him again, loving every second of this filthy, romantic, chaotic night.

Y/N’s body was a trembling mess, pinned to the bed under the relentless onslaught of Minji and Hanni. His skinny frame shook as Minji, her 5’6” body radiating an almost evil confidence, rode his cock with brutal intensity. Her pussy slammed down on him, the slap-slap of their sweaty bodies echoing louder, each thrust rougher than the last. Minji’s medium-sized tits bounced wildly, her face twisted in wicked pleasure, her eyes glinting with a sadistic edge. She was in control, and she loved it.

Y/N’s cock, raw from the pounding, ached with a mix of pain and ecstasy. His moans turned to screams, his voice cracking. “Ahhh, Minji, ahhhh!!” he cried, tears streaming down his face, mixing with the sticky remnants of Hanni’s piss and squirt still coating his skin. The tears were half agony, half overwhelming pleasure, his body betraying him as it craved more despite the intensity.

Minji’s lips curled into a triumphant smirk, her voice dripping with pride. “Yes OPPA, scream more!” she taunted, her hips slamming harder, her pussy clenching around his cock like a vice. “Scream my fucking name, Y/N!” She leaned forward, her nails digging into his chest, leaving red marks as she rode him mercilessly, her moans mixing with his cries.

Hanni, still grinding her soaked pussy on Y/N’s face, giggled through her own moans, her petite frame bouncing as she smeared her juices across his lips. “Fuck, Minji, you’re breaking him!” she laughed, her tongue flicking out to tease Y/N’s nose. “Look at him crying, soaked in my piss—such a pathetic little bitch!”

Y/N’s screams grew louder, his body shaking uncontrollably as Minji pushed him past his limits. His cock pulsed inside her, the pleasure overwhelming the pain. Minji’s moans hit a fever pitch, her pussy tightening as she neared her climax. “Fuck, Y/N, I’m gonna cum!” she gasped, her hips slamming one final time. With a shared scream, they came together—Y/N’s cock erupting inside her, his thick load filling her pussy as Minji’s juices gushed around him, dripping down his thighs. Her body trembled, weak from the intensity, her breaths ragged.

Minji collapsed forward, her sweaty body pressed against Y/N’s chest, her pussy still twitching around his softening cock. “Fuck… that was good,” she panted, her voice hoarse but satisfied. She kissed him softly, a stark contrast to her earlier cruelty, her lips lingering with a hint of tenderness. “You did good, brother.”

Hanni, ever the instigator, slid off Y/N’s face, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Time to clean up,” she chirped, crawling down to Minji’s pussy. Her tongue darted out, lapping at the mix of Y/N’s cum and Minji’s juices, sucking greedily as Minji moaned weakly. “Mmm Minji, your cousin's cum tastes so much better than that CEO’s nasty shit,” Hanni said, her voice muffled as she licked Minji clean. She moved to Y/N’s cock next, her small mouth wrapping around his sensitive tip, sucking gently, cleaning every drop. Y/N groaned, his body too weak to resist, his cock twitching painfully.

P7

Next Hanni wasn’t done. With a devilish grin, she climbed up, positioning her tight, dripping pussy over Y/N’s cock, which was somehow still half-hard despite the abuse. “No way you’re tapping out now, nerd boy,” she teased, grabbing his shaft and guiding it to her entrance. “My turn.”

Y/N’s eyes widened, his voice a desperate plea. “Oh, no, Hanni! I can’t—” he started, but as Hanni sank down, her pussy swallowing his cock in one smooth motion, his words melted into a moan. “Oh my God, I love it,” he gasped, his body betraying him again, the pleasure reigniting despite the exhaustion. Hanni’s pussy was tighter, her petite frame bouncing as she rode him with wild abandon, her moans high-pitched and gleeful.

Minji, still catching her breath, laughed weakly from the side, her body slumped but her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Look at him, Hanni,” she said, her voice raspy. “He’s fucking destroyed, and he still loves it.” She crawled closer, her strength returning, and with a wicked smirk, she positioned herself over Y/N’s chest. “Time for a bath, cousin,” she purred, and without warning, she let loose, a hot stream of piss and squirt gushing from her pussy, soaking Y/N’s face, chest, and hair.

Hanni cackled, her hips still grinding on Y/N’s cock. “Yeah, bath and soak your cousin with piss!” she cheered, her own pussy clenching around him as she watched Minji drench him. “Fuck, this is so nasty, I love it!”

Y/N’s mind was a haze of disbelief and ecstasy. The warm, musky flood of Minji’s piss and squirt coated him, the golden shower from his goddess cousin and her bandmate feeling like a divine gift. This is unreal, he thought, his cock throbbing inside Hanni, his body trembling under the weight of their dominance. He felt godly, chosen by these beautiful, filthy queens, even as his tears and their piss mixed on his face. His moans were muffled, his body weak, but his heart screamed, "I love them, I love this."

Hanni’s bounces grew faster, her small tits jiggling as she chased her own orgasm. “Fuck, nerd boy, you’re gonna make me cum!” she squealed, her pussy tightening around him. Minji, now spent, leaned down, kissing Hanni sloppily, their tongues tangling as they laughed over Y/N’s drenched, moaning form.

“Ruin him, Hanni,” Minji whispered, her voice dripping with pride.

Y/N’s body was beyond exhausted, his skinny frame trembling under the relentless assault of Minji and Hanni. His cock, raw and overstimulated, pulsed inside Hanni’s tight, dripping pussy as she rode him with wild abandon, her petite 5’2” frame bouncing with gleeful energy. Her high-pitched moans filled the room, mixing with the wet slap-slap of her hips against his. Minji, still straddling his chest, her own body slick with sweat and the remnants of her earlier piss and squirt, laughed wickedly, her medium-sized tits heaving as she egged Hanni on. “Fuck him up, Hanni,” she teased, her voice hoarse but proud. “Make him cum again!”

Y/N’s moans were incoherent, his voice reduced to desperate whimpers. “H-Hanni, I can’t—oh God!” he gasped, his hands clutching the sheets, his body too weak to resist. But his cock betrayed him, throbbing harder with every thrust, the pleasure drowning out the pain. Hanni’s pussy clenched around him, her small hands gripping his shoulders as she pushed herself closer to climax. “Fuck, nerd boy, give it to me!” she squealed, her eyes glinting with mischief.

Minji leaned down, kissing Hanni sloppily, their tongues tangling over Y/N’s drenched, trembling form. The sight pushed Y/N over the edge.

With a loud, broken scream—“Hanni! Minji!”—he came hard, his cock erupting inside Hanni, a massive load flooding her pussy. His body convulsed, his vision blurring as the orgasm ripped through him, leaving him utterly spent, his limbs limp on the bed.

Hanni moaned, feeling his cum fill her, and quickly slid off, her pussy dripping with his load. “Oh, fuck, look at that! So many white cum loads!” she giggled, crawling to Minji. Both girls dove for Y/N’s cock, their mouths hungry, licking and sucking the last drops of his cum, their tongues brushing against each other. Minji took a long, greedy lick, savoring the taste. “Mmm, so much better than that CEO’s nasty shit,” she purred, her voice teasing. Hanni nodded, her lips glossy with cum. “Fuck yeah, nerd boy’s got the good stuff!”

They turned to each other, crashing their lips together in a filthy, cum-soaked kiss, their tongues swapping Y/N’s load, moaning into each other’s mouths. Strands of cum and spit dripped down their chins, their laughter muffled but gleeful. Y/N, barely conscious, watched through half-lidded eyes, his body too weak to move, his mind a haze of disbelief and raw love. I’m in love with them, he thought faintly, his heart pounding despite his exhaustion.

Finally, the girls collapsed beside him, their naked, sweat-soaked bodies pressing against his. Minji on his left, Hanni on his right, they hugged him tightly, their arms draped over his chest, their legs tangled with his. Y/N was in the middle of the bed, enveloped in their warmth, their skin soft and musky. Even in their exhaustion, Minji and Hanni’s hands lazily stroked his softening cock, their fingers teasing him gently, keeping him on edge even as he drifted toward unconsciousness.

---TO BE CONTINUED :')---

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Total Mass Destruction of Wonyoung!

Male reader or Y/N x Wonyoung

Warning: Very much hardcore & rough, humiliation, degrading, whipping, BBC, extreme deepthroat, total mess in facefucking, pissing & gangbang (in pt2)

Note: please this is all just a fantasy for reading and stuff, this can be uncomfortable to read so if ur weak hearted or a fluff enjoyer, typically do not read.

part one:

Wonyoung, the gorgeous Kpop idol, with her stunning visuals and captivating stage presence, she has millions of adoring fans around the world.

But she has a naughty secret - she's obsessed with big black cock. Her stash of videos consists entirely of BBC gangbangs. She fantasizes constantly about being stuffed and breed by multiple strong black men. Her skinny Korean frame aches to feel the immense girth and length only they can provide. Yet she keeps this side of herself hidden from her cutesy idol image.

While in the US for her group's performances, Wonyoung can't hold her curiosity any longer. She decides to go to a popular nightclub known for bringing out the biggest, blackest cocks in town. Her heart races thinking about finally living out her fantasy. She slips out of the hotel after wearing a revealing outfit to show off her famous figure, ready for anything.

Wonyoung is not a virgin anymore and has already been intimate with her own family members, satisfying her brother and father already. Now she burns with desire for something new - the bbc which she sees in porn videos.

She sees a huge smart guy approaching her. He's wearing a suit and handsome.. The guy welcomes Wonyoung to the area and asks her if she is new and where is she from.

Wonyoung's heart leaps as she spots the imposing figure of the well-dressed, rich-looking black man. She steps closer to make out his deep, rumbling voice.

"Oh I just arrived here from Korea," Wonyoung responds sweetly with a flirtatious bat of her eyelashes. "My name is Wonyoung. And you?"

She can feel something stir behind his suit as he looks down at her body up and down. A knowing grin spreads across his face.

"Pleasure to meet the beautiful Korean princess Wonyoung," he purrs, extending a large hand. "I'm Y/N."

Wonyoung gets excited when she hears his deep voice and sees his big hands… Wonyoung replies "Pleasure to meet u too. What do you do?"

"I'm a business and an influencer from California," Y/N says mysteriously, sending Wonyoung's interest soaring even higher. She realizes the guy must be very more richer than her.

Wonyoung feels his hot breath on her ear and shivers. "How old are you beautiful?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.

"19 and you?."

Y/N grins. "19? Haha I actually expected that. You do look like a young teenager." Y/N chuckles. "A girl should be curious about a man's age. I'm 35 but don't let that fool you, I've got the stamina of a much younger man."

"Interested to go and eat something somewhere private?" He whispers, his voice husky.

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As they develop a positive relationship, Y/N takes Wonyoung to an upscale sushi restaurant where they enjoy a private dining experience. He orders expensive champagne and sushes her questions about herself while blatantly checking out her body. Wonyoung flirts shamelessly in return, feeling giddy and alive. She's living out her fantasy – seducing an older, wealthy black man. By dessert, his hand rests high up her thigh under the table. Wonyoung doesn't know whats coming next.

As they have few conversations on the date, y/n takes Wonyoung to his place after the date. They enter the luxurious penthouse. Wonyoung's eyes widen at the view of the city and how rich Y/N is.

Wonyoung follows Y/N into his stunning penthouse, amazed by the opulence. She turns in a circle, taking it all in – the floor-to-ceiling windows, marble floors, expensive artwork on the walls.

"Your place is incredible," she breathes out. Y/N leads her to his bed. Wonyoung is amazed to see such a huge bed. Wonyoung asks if he stays alone.

"Yes sweet thing, I stay here alone." He confirms, sitting down on the edge of the huge bed and patting the space next to him for Wonyoung to join. "My last few girlfriends couldn't handle being with an older, successful black man. They ran scared."

Y/N gives Wonyoung a smug look, his eyes roaming over her body possessively.

"Oh damn? How many girlfriends do u have?", Wonyoung asks curiously. "Let's see… I lose count after a dozen or so. Different women but they all want this but couldn't handle me." He gestures down at his crotch, bulge visibly straining against his pants. "I'm assuming you don't get intimidated easily?"

He reaches out to trace a finger lightly along Wonyoung's thigh.

As Wonyoung sat near him. She feels so small next to him. "Haha, I only had sexual stuff with my own brother." Wonyoung says.

Y/N's eyebrow shoots up at Wonyoung's admission but a hungry look fills his eyes. "Is that right? Your own brother eh?"

He grabs her chin firmly, tilting her face up to look at him. "And what about your daddy? Did you play with him too?" He asks bluntly, his deep voice sending a shiver down Wonyoung's spine.

"You're quite the naughty girl aren't you?"

"Wait how did u know? Yes…but i didnt feel like mentioning it.." She admits sheepishly.

Y/N chuckles darkly, clearly thrilled by Wonyoung's confession. "Baby you don't have to hide anything from me. I love that sweet little mouth of yours has been used so much already."

He pulls her closer by the hip until she's straddling his lap. "Mmm and now I get to use it."

One big hand cradles her jaw again as he draws her into a deep interracial forceful kiss, staking his claim on the young Kpop idol.

Wonyoung kisses back deep. They start french kissing. It's Wonyoung first time kissing with a black guy.

Y/N groans against her lips, tasting her sweet innocence. As he explores Wonyoung's mouth, his large hand slides under her top, palming one of her perky breasts over her bra.

The contrast between Wonyoung's petite frame and Y/N's muscular form is stark as they kiss. She sits tiny and delicate on his lap, his dark hand standing out against her fair skin as he fondles her. Their mouths move hungrily together, Wonyoung's small lips parted allowing his tongue inside. She clings to his broad shoulders as they French kiss, her face flushed with excitement. Y/N devours her young lips, clearly dominating the kiss, making it clear who is in charge.

Y/N grabs Wonyoung tighter. She feels his strong arms wrapped around. She can feel his chest too. Wonyoung feels so small, so breakable in his arms.. Y/N tears her outfit. Wonyoung is shocked as her outfit gets torn so easily, also it was very expensive.

"I'm going to ruin you darling…" Y/n growls, making no move to stop the destruction of her outfit.

"B-but Y/N…this is Gucci!" Wonyoung exclaims in shock, referring to her ripped top.

Y/N laughs at her. "I've got hundreds of thousands of gucci outfits more expensive tied up in this place and those clothes would also look good on you but still they doesn't suit you. Naked does."

He stands suddenly, holding Wonyoung by the wrists, he pushes Wonyoung on the bed and tears off all her clothes.

Wonyoung starts to feel uncomfortable as her outfit is totally torn and destroyed. Lying there completely exposed beneath Y/N makes Wonyoung feel incredibly small and vulnerable. His dark form looms over her petite frame as he begins unzipping his pants, freeing his massive, throbbing erection.

"You're u scared and skinny.," he purrs, kneeling between her thighs. "I'm gonna tear you apart now."

He runs his fingers roughly over her inner thighs, gradually moving closer to her folds.

Y/N is way too strong for Wonyoung. She feels like a fragile sex doll in front of him. He could easily crush her with his fingers. Wonyoung gets scared.

"Take it inside ur mouth!" y/n grins. Wonyoung opens her mouth welcoming the huge giant black length.

Y/N guides his engorged tip to her lips, a drop of pre-cum glistening there. As Wonyoung parts them obediently, he slowly pushes forward, his thick shaft entering her mouth.

"Good girl…" Y/n praises, the heat of her mouth enveloping him, her tiny tongue trying to accommodate his girth. He groans out in pleasure, a hand cradling the back of her head.

Inch by inch, Wonyoung feels him stretching her oral cavity to its limit. Saliva drips down as y/n invades her throat. y/n seems determined to make her choke and gag on every inch.

Despite Wonyoung's best efforts, Y/N's enormous size proves too much for her mouth. With a wicked grin, he sees that his full length cannot fit.

"Aww…" y/n drawls mockingly, pulling her head forward to try shoving the final inches in. She chokes and gags as her lips reach the base of his shaft, tears welling in her eyes from the effort.

"Looks like your little mouth just can't take all of me can it?"

Y/n withdraws from her mouth, a thin string of saliva breaking as his tip pops free. Wonyoung gasps for air, coughing and wheezing as she clutches her throat.

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Wonyoung's eyes go wide with fear as Y/N ignores her discomfort, forcing his colossal rod back into her mouth. She feels powerless to stop him as the massive rod stretches her oral cavity to its absolute limit. Her lips are crushed beneath his girth, saliva dripping down in abundance. Tears stream down her face as she gags and chokes repeatedly, her muffled cries stifled by his relentless thrusts.

Each deep push into her mouth bruises her throat, leaving her feeling used and violated. She tries in vain to push away but he holds her head firmly in place, intent on violating her mouth regardless of the agony he inflicts.

Y/N sets a brutal pace, fucking Wonyoung's mouth without mercy now. His powerful hips snap forward, driving his black beast into her throat over and over with such force the bed shakes. Her whole head bobs along with his thrusts as he uses her mouth like a cheap fleshlight.

Wonyoung's eyes bulge as she feels him strike the back of her throat on every downward plunge. She's completely at his mercy, gagging and retching with each deep invasion. Saliva dripsdown her chin and chest in waves, drool puddling beneath her as she's ruthlessly facefucked without concern for her wellbeing. He pays no mind to her choking cries, consumed by his own pleasure as he claims her innocence in the most degrading way.

She can't breathe. She tries to pull back but he holds her head down, pushing further.

"Don't fight it bitch, be a good slut and take this cock." Y/N growls and reveals his dark side. His grip tightening as he forces her head down even deeper.

"You wanted this when you let me tear those clothes off slut!."

He looks down cruelly as tears stream down Wonyoung's red, splotchy face. Ignoring her pained gasps, he continues his aggressive facefucking, determined to break her.

"That's it, choke on this dick you little whore. You're learning your place aren't you?"

Wonyoung is choking hard now. Her eyes rolling back a bit. She tries to grab his arm but he slaps her face hard. Y/n continues facefucking her.

Y/N seems to enjoy the feel of Wonyoung's tiny hands attempting to push him away, so he decides to punish her further. His free hand strikes her inner thigh, leaving a red handprint on her delicate skin.

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"No using hands slut, mouth only."

He resumes his brutal pace, his hips pounding against her as he splits her mouth more wide open out of her limits. She's completely at his mercy, her body shaking and convulsing from lack of air. Saliva and tears mix on her face in a sad puddle. Each thrust makes her body lurch but he pays it no mind, intent on using her pretty face to satisfy himself.

"Look at you…a total mess already…and we're just getting started…" he taunts with a twisted grin.

Her vision starts to blur, she feels lightheaded and dizzy…

As Y/N reaches his limit deepthroating her, Wonyoung feels hot jets painting her tongue and throat, his seed pouring into her stomach without pause. Simultaneously, a warm, bitter liquid fills her mouth - it's his piss. He shows no mercy, marking every inch of her young mouth.

"Drink it up," he demands, holding her head in place as his fluids overwhelm her senses. She struggles weakly beneath him but cannot escape. His piss mixing with his load, it's too much, she has no choice but to swallow or drown.

"Mmm wow, you've proven your mouth belongs to me." Y/N pulls out, leaving Wonyoung gasping for breath. Wonyoung starts coughing continuously.

Wonyoung gasps for air desperately, her throat raw and hoarse from Y/N's brutal use of her mouth. She coughs and retches, trying to expel the bitter tastes coating her insides.

Her eyes water as she glances up at him, a mixture of fear and humiliation shining back. She shakily tries to push herself into a seated position, her hands bracing on the bed.

At this moment, Y/N rises from the bed and casually strolls over to a closet in the corner of the room. He returns with a wicked-looking leather whip and a coil of thick rope in hand. Wonyoung's eyes widen in terror as she sees what y/n just bought, her body shuddering.

"Now that you've tasted a sample, it's time for the real fun to begin." His voice is dark and promising punishment.

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Wonyoung scoots backward on the floor, away from him, her vulnerability evident. She tries to speak again but only a raspy whimper escapes her swollen, used lips.

Wonyoung tries to run away. She understood its her fault to seduce black guys and shes not in the level for taking them ---- but its too late.

Y/N laughs cruelly as Wonyoung tries to flee, easily grabbing her ankle before she can get far.

"Oh no you don't."

He yanks her back roughly, sending her crashing to her belly on the floor. Pinning her down with his knee, he reaches for the rope.

"Stay still for me darling." He commands, his expression serious.

Before she can escape or struggle again, he binds her wrists together behind her back with tight knots. She thrashes beneath him but it's no use - the rope holds firm.

"You shouldn't try to leave when I've made it clear you belong to me now."

Wonyoung trembles, knowing her punishment is coming and shes fully tied up. Wonyoung looks at him pleadingly, her eyes wide with terror and regret. "Please sir..don't…" she whimpers, tugging at the rope binding her..

Y/N's eyes gleam with malicious delight at Wonyoung's pitiful begs. "You should have thought of that before that pretty mouth of yours tempted me."

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He brings the whip cutting through the air and smashes her backside with a loud smack. Red welts immediately rise under the harsh lashes as she cries out in a mix of pain and shame.

Another strike rains down, harder this time, and he watches the young girl screaming. She is completely at his mercy now, helpless and vulnerable as he carries out his dark desires.

The pain is intense but Wonyoung knows she has to obey. With each subsequent strike, Wonyoung's cries grow louder and more raw. Her high pitched wails fill the room, laced with agony and defeat. As the whip bites into her tender flesh again and again, her voice cracks and breaks.

"AHH! !" She sobs, her body shuddering violently. Each new cry echoes off the walls, a haunting symphony of torment. Her throat begins to burn from the excessive screaming but she knows she must keep counting or face even worse consequences.

Y/n now positions Wonyoung to fuck her.

"Please…be gentle…" Wonyoung begs with her broken voice.

He pulls back up to stare down at her with a wicked grin. "Gentle isn't what you need."

"Ready or not, here I come."

With a single powerful thrust he plunges into her innocence, ripping through her barrier and making her cry out sharply in a combination of searing pain and fullness. This time Y/N continues still to whip her chest & tits.

She cries, the whip has marked her deeply. Her chest is now all red and bruised from the harsh lashes. Wonyoung near faints from the relentless pain and punishment. Her throat gets raw from screaming.

"Look at the beautiful mess I made of you." Y/N groans approvingly, pausing to take in the damage he's inflicted.

Wonyoung's cries turn to weak whimpers as she hangs limply, on the brink of unconsciousness. Her mangled body shakes beneath him.

"Still with me cutie?" He taunts, reaching down to run a gentle finger along her jawline.

Ignoring her pathetic state, Y/N begins to move within her, the wet slap of flesh echoing off the walls. He starts a brutal rhythm, using her sore, torn holes without care or concern for her welfare.

He leans down to bite down hard on her shoulder to muffle any louder sounds, savoring dominance over the broken girl.

Wonyoung screams at the top of her lungs, the pain unbearable. She loses consciousness, hanging limply now. Y/N continues fucking her anyway, not caring about her state.

Wonyoung's lack of response and only screaming only fuels his sadism further. He grips her hair, yanking her head back at an uncomfortable angle as he drives deeper.

With a more deep thrust, Y/N forces his entire length brutally into Wonyoung's tiny, ravaged pussy. She's so weak and unconscious that she doesn't fight back. The extreme intersection of his rod inside her stretches her to her limits causes Wonyoung's inner walls to tear painfully.

Y/N does not finish and doesn't pulls out. Wonyoung is a destroyed mess. She's out cold. Y/n seems to continue tearing Wonyoung inside apart, not stopping even once. Wonyoung's insides feel like mush.

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Y/N's sadistic bloodlust knows no bounds as he continues mutilating Wonyoung's innermost depths without mercy. Her inner walls are in tatters beneath his relentless pounding. Thick fluid drips down his length each time he withdraws just to spear her open body again and again.

"Fuck yes…take it u little whore," he roars, oblivious to anything but causing her maximum pain. His heavy sack slaps against her destroyed entrance with every brutal thrust.

He doesn't care that she's unconscious, barely holding together. The lewd wet sounds of tearing flesh fill the room including Wonyoung's crying noises. When he eventually does tire, it's not from exhaustion - just a wicked hunger satiated, if only temporarily.

Finally as Y/n reaches his own limits, spending himself, Y/N feels victorious as his hot seed fills Wonyoung's mutilated core. Wonyoung is totally breeded by y/n, her pussy full with his seed. Yet his cruelty isn't finished.

He aims to Wonyoung's face and begins to urinate directly onto her mouth & face. The warm liquid rains down, mixing with his cum flooding her mouth, nose, eyes. It's a brutal, degrading bath that shows just how little she means to him beyond a receptacle for his waste.

"Drink it up you filthy bitch!" He demand to Wonyoung cruelly, not stopping until he's emptied himself over her bruised and broken features. Wonyoung faints and collapses at the moment.

Even unconscious, Y/N's property must endure his most base impulses. With a final kick to her side, he withdraws from her violated body, leaving her a bruised, torn, piss-soaked mess.

He wears his clothes back with a satisfied swagger. The room reeks of their depravity now. Crumpled ribbons of rope and discarded clothes litter the floor. Y/N pauses, bending to retrieve his phone and snapping a pic of her broken, unconscious form before she regains consciousness to ruin it further.

"Enjoy your nap, princess." He purrs mockingly. "When you wake, things will only get worse."

With that chilling promise hanging in the air, he lets himself out, eagerly anticipating round two. Wonyoung is all his now - a plaything for his darkest desires.

part two:

1 hour later, Wonyoung starts to regain consciousness. Her body aches and stings all over. She can feel something warm and sticky dripping from…down there…

As her hazy eyes open, the world spins dizzily. A dry, cracked tongue flicks across parched lips trying to find moisture. The scent of sex and urine assaults her nose, the source immediately clear as she gazes down at her violated body.

Y/N's seed and piss trickle from swollen, wounded folds. She cries at the burning pain radiating through her pussy, each throb a harsh reminder of the beast who'd used her so brutally while she was unable to stop it.

"Oh god…" she whispers, the words barely audible.

She sees the restraints around her hands still tied…She tries to move but every inch of her body hurts.

Her heart pounds as the sound of footsteps approach, dread filling her to the core.

"Good, you're awake." Y/N says, voice dripping with malice as he reenters the room. "Miss me?"

This is far from over...he's just getting started. 9 friends of y/n enters the room. All are BBC and giant compared to wonyoung.

Wonyoung's eyes go wide with pure terror as she sees the group of imposing black men file into the room, their massive sizes dwarfing her skinny frame. She shakes her head frantically, whimpering "No, please no…"

Y/N grins wickedly at her panic. "Looks like I got you a little party, cutie."

The men lick their lips as they approach, their massive rods clearly visible through their pants. Wonyoung thrashes against the restraints, her body shuddering. She knows she cannot handle any more but she is completely at their mercy now.

One of the men kneels down, forcing her chin toward him. "You gonna be a good girl and open up?" He asks menacingly.

1 of them grabs her chin roughly, another one unbuttons himself. Wonyoung feels like she's going to pass out again just from the sight of them. 3 of them come closer, pulling off their shirts. She see their ripped muscles. One of them speaks up "You ready to be used like a hole? .. Others start touching Wonyoung's pure naked body, hungry to taste and eat her.

Wonyoung trembles violently as the trio of hulking men expose their chiseled physiques, beads of sweat glistening on tanned skin. She tries to shrink away from their roaming hands but there is nowhere to hide, trapped as she is.

"Please, no more…I can't…" she begs through choked sobs.

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"We gonna destroy every last hole, girl."

Panic overwhelms her as they position themselves, the leader at her mouth, another at her sore pussy, and a third readying to claim her backside. They smirk down at her maliciously, ready to make her break completely.

3 more friends join, making it 12 total. They start untying Wonyoung's ropes and drag her to the middle of the room. She's completely surrounded. 2 of them grab her arms and legs to hold her down. She tries to struggle but their strength is unprecedented. They start to fuck her now.

Wonyoung cries out as the men overpower her tiny frame between them, rendering her limp body immovable as they use her limbs as they wish. She's sandwiched between 3 of them now, each plowing into a different hole without care for her screams and pleas to stop.

"Getting tighter!" One grunts as he pummels her raw entrance.

"I like it when she fights!" Another laughs, gripping her throat with a hand.

The room echoes with the lewd smacks of flesh colliding, the acrid smell of sex, Wonyoung's loud screams of horror and exertion thick in the air.

The additional men take turns at her mouth and backside, stretching her limits impossibly further. She feels like she's being torn apart as they claim every inch relentlessly.

The men laugh manically as two of them force her legs back towards her head, exposing Wonyoung completely.

"Get ready slut, you wanted this," one growled before spitting on her exposed holes.

To her horror, two of them position themselves at her asshole (rear entrance) and pussy simultaneously. There's no preparation, no mercy. With a brutal thrust they drive into her at once, tearing her apart with the double penetration on both her pussy and asshole at the same time.

Wonyoung's screams become a hoarse, wailing shriek. Her body convulses, sensation overwhelming every nerve. More agony than she ever thought possible. Just when she thinks it can't get worse, a third man slides his tip into her mouth, silencing her cries.

The mens begin moving in rhythm, the friction and impactsend white hot pain shooting through her core. She feels like a ragdoll being used, stuffed full by these giant cocks. They pound without pause, grunting and swearing. Her limp body shakes violently beneath them.

Now as the triple penetration initiates, Wonyoung's scream reverberates through the room, raw and primal. The men work methodically - fucking her mouth, fucking her pussy, and fucking her asshole.

Slowly but surely they force their impressive girths into her tight holes. She feels utterly and completely full beyond anything imaginable. Hot shafts glide alongside each other within her, the thin walls separating her holes offering no resistance anymore as they violate every depth.

"Fuck yes, stretch that pretty little whore out!" One of them roars, savoring the vice-like grip of her body accommodating three beasts simultaneously.

Wonyoung's vision blurs from the intense sensation. Her insides are being rearranged, the men's powerful thrusts sawing in and out of her in a grueling rhythm. They use her mouth, pussy and ass as one connected pipeline, their movements synchronized to maximize her suffering.

"Damn…so fucking tight…gonna pop these bitches…" another grunts, picking up speed.

Wonyoung has never been so utterly and completely taken, stuffed to the limit in the most depraved way imaginable.

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Wonyoung's screams morph into wordless cries of torment and agony as her body is pushed to its extreme limits. Her voice cracks and give out from the intense overstimulation. She's little more than a ragdoll sandwiched between the mass of men, taking them all simultaneously.

2 cocks in her mouth, one in each hand, another 3 in her pussy, and 3 more stretching her anus - a total of 10 dicks claiming every hole at once. She's being utterly and completely ruined.

Her mind goes blank as she's pounded without mercy. The men above her use her lifeless form like a fucktoy, their flesh meeting with obscene squelching sounds. Each deep thrust draws more whimpers from her lips, her body shaking from the force of it all.

Wonyoung has shattered. Her spirit lies in tatters, beaten down by the relentless barrage of man meat. She no longer tries to resist or escape - she simply accepts, knowing she cannot fight back against these numbers. She's just a vessel for their carnal pleasure now.

Her holes feel utterly devastated and destroyed after taking 10 dicks simultaneously. The delicate tissues have been stretched beyond limits nature intended, left raw, swollen and bleeding from the brutal stretching.

Wonyoung can hardly feel anything besides a deep, throbbing ache - her nerves overwhelmed into hypersensitivity.

The constant gangbang fucking is unbearable, yet the men show no signs of stopping. Her holes are totally ruined permanently and torn apart. Slick fluids mix and drip down her thighs as wet, sloppy sounds fill the room with lewd evidence of her defilement.

It feels as though she'll never be whole again after this - that she'll carry the memory of this violence forever etched on her wounded flesh.

As Y/n takes his length out from Wonyoung's anus after fucking it deep, he starts to deepthroat her mouth as he slaps her face roughly, letting Wonyoung taste the insides of her own anus.

The dehumanizing "gawk gawk gawk" sounds she makes send a shiver down his spine, knowing he broke her completely.

He forces her head to bob faster on his length, face twisted in dark delight. The other men cheer at the spectacle, still pounding away at her ruined holes.

She simply accepts whatever they do to her mouth like a mindless automaton.

Y/N feels close. "Get ready for your last order, pet." He says coldly before shoving her head down hard, holding her in place as he reaches his climax directly into her throat.

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4 friends roughly grab Wonyoung's arms and legs, holding her down on the floor.

Wonyoung offers no resistance as the men seize her limp limbs, pinning her prone body to the cold floor. Her breaths come in short, ragged gasps, her voice hoarse and sore from screaming and gagging.

With her held down, all the men exchange hungry grins, their eyes manic with depraved delight.

One gives the signal - it's time.

They all target their hard length across her face, specifically her mouth. Wonyoung feels them swell, knowing what's coming next.

"Get ready for your shower, whore," Y/N growls.

The first hot jet strikes her chest, warm liquid running down her tits. Others join in, raining down on her face, in her hair, over her used, abused body. She's powerless to escape as they mark their territory.

"Let it all out boys, drench her!" a voice calls out.

Streams of yellow join the torrent, the humiliation complete as they piss on Wonyoung like an animal. Tears well up again but don't mask the shock etched on her features. She's utterly degraded, soiled and saturated from their release and waste. A used, broken toy left discarded on the floor.

As the hot, bitter liquid splashed over her face and body, Wonyoung tried to turn away but the men kept her pinned down firmly. Her face was instantly drenched, eyes stinging from the onslaught. Piss trickled into her gasping mouth and nose, choking her.

She shook her head from side to side but it only served to spread it through her silken hair.

As more and more hot liquid continues to fill her mouth, Wonyoung is forced to drink all of their urine spilling over as she tries to consume it all. Wonyoung closes her eyes, surrendering completely now.

She feels the warmth spreading through as she gulps down load after load, the smell of urine now thick in her nostrils. It's disgusting yet something about submitting to this vile act makes her body tremble.

The men laugh and high-five as she dutifully drinks their offerings, leaving her belly bloated and full. She's their obedient little toilet, and a dark part of her responds to pleasing them this way. When they finally finish, she lies there panting, piss dripping from her mouth, hair totally wet, face totally full of piss.

Wonyoung's body trembles uncontrollably, her legs spread and shaking. Her holes are gaping open, lewdly stuffed with ropes of white seed oozing out to mix with the spent yellowed streams covering her.

She feels raw, used up, and yet…alive.

As she lays there exposed, dazed eyes drifting shut, she knows she's changed irrevocably by this brutal encounter. A dark, insatiable hunger stirs within her now craving more. More humiliation, more depravity - does wonyoung still yearn for it?

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Early Access: Snap Decisions (Leeseo Incest Fic)

It is now available for early access here. This might be the longest smut I did—god, it's 30k+ words.

Might also be the best so far? Hmmm.

I've added a teaser sneak peek below.

....

His fumbling fingers typed of their own volition:

[Not in a million years… You do look beautiful in that like I thought you would baby. even though you might as well be wearing nothing.]

When her phone finally buzzed almost thirty minutes after she'd sent the photo, Leeseo jumped in bed. She couldn't hope to fall asleep; her drunken-self was simply too anxiety-ridden about how her dad would respond to the message she sent.

His response floored her. Like before, she had to read it over almost five times before she was sure she hadn't taken it the wrong way. Her lithe little body buzzed with excitement - her thumping heart, the butterflies in her stomach, and a needy little tingle beneath her bottoms. There was only one appropriate response to her dad's message…

~So… this would be out of the question then?~ said the words that appeared on Jae's screen before he swiped his finger to open the message.

If he had been floored before, this time Jae couldn't contain himself. He told the taxi to stop immediately - he needed some air. The driver obviously thought his passenger was about to hurl as Jae overpaid him by about $20 nearly a mile short of their destination and bounded out of the car to the sidewalk.

He stared down at the image, putting his face entirely too close to the screen. Leeseo was on the bed as before, but she had turned sideways and there was something significantly different about her clothing.

The tiny white bottoms she'd been wearing were halfway down her thighs and her legs were tucked underneath her. She was perched on the bed and only a perfectly placed shadow concealed the most unholy place a father could ever see of his own offspring. Likewise, her bra had been unclasped, and the arm that wasn't snapping the photo of her was all that held it in place on her unbound breasts.

Whether he would have admitted it to himself while sober or not, Jae looked at the photo with more lust than he could recall ever feeling towards his wife or any other woman. This wasn't just him hungering for her over some online posts she didn't even know he'd seen. It wasn't Jae silently admiring how his daughter looked in her cheerleading outfit or swimsuit. Leeseo had sent HIM a photo directly - one so seductive and entrancing that he couldn't tear his eyes from it. He couldn't withhold his desire for her. She was an adult now, she always reminded him, and this was his gorgeous, adult daughter teasing him with more of her body than he ever hoped to see.

And yet, Jae was still, above all things, a father. He couldn't just send back what he might have if Leeseo wasn't his own little girl - 'why don't you take it all off and wait for me to get home,' or something like that. He kept it together as best he could.

[Dear God Leeseo, you're going to give me a heart attack at 38! I swear you are in so much trouble if that photo goes anywhere but my phone!]

This message came back to her sooner, she was immensely grateful.

~Don't worry daddy, for your eyes only…~

[Good. Now quit tormenting me and get some sleep, my beautiful daughter.]

Once again, her body begged for attention. It wasn't hard for her to come to the realization that the attention she wanted that night was from the man she was sending naughty pictures to. Maybe it was just the booze talking, but she couldn't get the fantasy out of her mind that her dad might barge in and help her take the dangling lingerie off the rest of the way.

He didn't send anything else, and neither did Leeseo. Jae was afraid of what he might say. The two pictures and words weighted with taboo and desire were enough for that night. He didn't need to bring his phone into the bathroom with him as he showered off the smell of the bar; Jae knew every inch of his daughter's body well enough to imagine that she was right there next to him.

With the steamy-hot water of the shower cascading over him, and the erection that had existed since first opening Leeseo's message, Jae soon found himself stroking himself up and down. With his eyes closed, he imagined his teenage daughter just as she had been in the photo - just as she likely was in her room nearby… just as she wanted him to.

Likewise, Leeseo fidgeted about in bed, rubbing her legs together against the covers and thinking of her father in ways she knew she wasn't supposed to. After she heard him come home and regrettably not come in to kiss her goodnight, Leeseo simply couldn't help herself. She kicked her covers down furiously and pulled her bottoms all the way off.

While Jae pretended it was his daughter's hand stroking him instead of his own, or perhaps something naughtier, Leeseo firmly rubbed her clit and dreamed it was her father's fingers upon her. Her young pussy was already dripping wet, and when she began to rub it, the slick sound of her fingers moving needily were present in the room.

If he were to merely walk a few steps over to the bedroom across the hall, Jae knew what could be in store for him. His knees spasmed just thinking about what he and his daughter might accomplish together.

If Leeseo were to merely text her dad that she needed him to come to her room, she could allow him to find her the way she was now - knees up on the bed and in perfect position for him to do any number of things she could beg him to.

The two of them masturbated with unstoppable lust, unknown to each other but knowing they'd started something forbidden and undeniable between them. Leeseo's back arched, her hips lifting off the bed and her fingers moving relentlessly over her pussy while she struggled not to scream. Her father's body tensed and his head rolled back, feeling orgasm wrack him.

It was so bad, and she knew it, but nothing had ever made her cum harder than she did that night. Leeseo had to roll over to the other side of the bed and change her sheets in the morning because she made such a wet, naughty mess thinking of her dad that night. With a twinge of shame and a refusal to shake his baby from his thoughts, Jae held his hand firmly at the base of his cock, imagining it buried deeply while he ejaculated an impressive amount to the shower floor. His head found his pillow with surprising relief, feeling the alcohol lull him into a deep sleep.

...

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Jealousy, I Know your Name

"Ahyeon, Ahyeon, Ahyeon!" Snapping out of her trance, Ahyeon finally turned to the person trying to get her attention.

"You've been distracted all day. What has your brain all tied up?"

"Nothing Ruka Unnie"

"Are you sure Ahyeon? It seems that ever since we met the new employees, you've been somewhere else".

"Sorry, just a lot on my mind with the project deadline coming up."

"Hmmm, normally I would accept that except for some crazy reason, your eyes keep drifting in a certain direction…"

Trying to act not nonchalant, Ahyeon responded "I have no clue what you're talking about Unnie".

"Are you sure Ahyeon? Because it seems that every time, we get a new coworker who happens to be a woman our age, your mind seems to wander somewhere else and your eyes seem to magically keep an eye on a certain someone…"

Accepting that lunch in the work cafeteria wasn't the right place to have this conversation, Ruka accepted her answer. "We don't have to talk about this now, but we are going to talk about this tonight when we get drinks Ahyeon".

"Fine Unnie"

--- A few hours later ---

"So Ahyeon, are you going to finally tell me the truth because we both know that I know you better than anyone else. We have been friends for almost a decade"

Knocking back a shot of shot, Ahyeon sighed and started to answer: "Okay okay, I guess its been long enough that officially telling you won't be the worst thing in the world. Yes, I was thinking about Y/N… and maybe making sure that he wasn't getting too friendly with any of the new hires…"

Ruka responded with a simple raise of her eyebrows and a tilt of her head.

"… Yes like I always do. IDK, I just don't like when new hires get too friendly with Y/N too early. While he has a bit of a killer instinct when it comes to his coworkers and upward momentum in the work place, he is also Y/N. I still see him as the sweet, cute, nerdy guy I met in the middle school. I know he can handle male coworkers who want to snake him; but when it comes to girls our age, he can be too kind for his own good and I want to make sure that non of these skanks take advantage of him".

Hearing Ahyeon call their female coworkers caused Ruka to smirk, but Ahyeon didn't notice as she was too engrossed in her little tirade.

"I mean come on, remember Sullyoon,I mean all she did was touch his arm a little bit and flutter her lashes, and suddenly he was helping her whenever she asked. Don't even get me started on that bitch Julie, I mean how much sluttier can you dress. We are professionals and she wears the tightest skirts possible and the lowest hanging tops that whenever she just so happens to lean over my Y/N's desk, her tits are nearly falling out."

Hearing this, Ruka started to giggle.

"Don't start Unnie. You are nearly as bad. I mean you know how I feel and yet you constantly are talking to Y/N at his desk and while walking to meetings".

Sensing the change in Ahyeon, Ruka decided to cut off Ahyeon before she said something she might regret.

"Ahyeon, relax. I know how you feel about Y/N, but you need to remember that I am his sunbae just like I am yours and I have known him just as long as you have."

"Sorry Unnie, I know, I just get so worked up about Y/N and I don't know why"

"Well it doesn't help that you've been in love with him since you two were in the 8th grade. Plus you went to middle school together then high school then college and now work together… and you still haven't confessed…"

"He's supposed to! He's the guy Unnie!"

"Ahyeon, you've liked him for over a decade, I think this is equally if not more on you. You also haven't done anything to make it obvious to him and you know Y/N is completely oblivious to anything when it comes to romance. He's only dated 1 girl and that was barely for 3 months when he has been liked by multiple girls between 7th grade and now…"

Staring at Ahyeon, Ruka continued "Oh wait, I forgot something seemed to happen anytime a girl showed any interest in Y/N. Any interest was suddenly dropped. It was almost like someone either scared them off or made sure that every girl knew that Y/N was taken".

Ahyeon simple crossed her arms and muttered "It's not my fault that those girls needed to know that he's mine."

Raising her voice, "They don't understand him like I do and they would've broken up eventually too. Y/N is too in love with me to date anyone long term".

Sighing, Ruka responded to her delusional but well meaning junior "you two are somehow a combination of infuriating, delusional, and the cutest couple ever. Sometimes I regret telling you that Y/N has had a crush on you since the 7th grade as well."

Hearing the word couple, instantly brought a smile to Ahyeon's face. Seeing this, Ruka just sighed and said "God, you and Y/N are the worst. We should probably get going, it's already 10pm and we have a long day tomorrow."

---- The Next Day ---

Walking into the cafeteria, Ruka looks around for Ahyeon so they could sit together and instead she found someone who looked like they were planning a murder.

Approaching her junior, Ruka cleared her throat to try to get Ahyeon's attention before finally speaking "I don't think you are supposed to just stab the salad."

"It's better I stab this salad than that bitch Sian. God she's such a pick me. 'Oh Y/N could you help me print this doc. Oh Y/N you're so good at excel. Oh Y/N you're such a kind and caring sunbae'. Such a phony bitch. I had to sit there grinding away on our project while that whore practically offered herself as a public fuck toy for my Y/N."

Sighing, Ruka tried to calm down her junior "Ahyeon. I love you but I am sure you're overreacting."

"Unnie, I know I normally do; but trust me, this is different. You'll see tonight at the team dinner. That bitch is practically throwing herself at Y/N thinking that she will be able to get him to do all her work and the worst part is that it'll probably work."

"Well if she starts giving him her work or asks for too much help, I'll step in as team lead and make sure she asks someone else for help or does it herself if it's within her abilities".

"Thanks Unnie; but Sian gets too friendly tonight, I have to take things into my own hands"

Hearing this, Ruka just shook her head; but secretly, she hoped that Sian would flirt with Y/N because this decade of mutual pining has taken a toll on her.

--- A few hours and a few drinks later ---

The team had been dropped off by a couple of the companies vans earlier that night and the drinks had started flowing the second they stepped into the restaurant for the monthly team dinner. Most of the team would indulge in a few drinks at these dinners, but the younger employees always seemed to find a way to elevate the celebration to a point where it was almost an HR hazard to keep having them. The team would naturally split into the respective age/hire groups with the older team members huddling together spectating their younger colleagues while the newer and newest hires would often rope in the 2-3 year tenured employees into joining them in indulging in as many free drinks as possible. Each of the new hires had seemingly grabbed a slightly older sunbae to cling on to throughout the night and Sian had decided that Y/N was hers for the night. Ever since they had clocked out, Sian had been inseparable from Y/N. She literally grabbed hold of him on the way out of the building and had not let go of him since. Ahyeon of course instantly noticed this but had done a remarkable job of holding herself back; but that resolve was quickly fading. Ruka could practically see the steam coming out of Ahyeon's ears and decided that it was best for the team (while also being a wing woman for her best friend) to distract Sian for a bit. Walking up to Sian and Y/N, Ruka could see the mixture of happiness and also pure terror in Y/N's eyes from the proximity and amount of physical touch he was having with Sian. "Sian, come chat with me and Asa, we want to hear more about you outside of work. You can hang out with boring old Y/N anytime." "Okay Sunbae, bye Y/N" Sian said before giving a quick peck to Y/N's cheek and following Ruka to talk with Asa.

Giving a sigh of relief after finally getting some separation from your good meaning but clingy junior, you looked around to see what everyone else was doing. You saw your sunbaes gathered as far as possible from you and your fellow young coworkers. Your sunbaes always loved to chat amongst themselves while also spectating their drunk juniors. You also saw a few other teams who had also decided to come here for their monthly team dinner. Finally, your eyes landed on the girl who had lived rent free in your head for almost if not over a decade long, Jung Ahyeon.

She was your middle school, high school, college, and now work crush. You two had first met when you transferred into her middle school in 7th grade and had been smitten ever since. She was the class president so she gave you the tour of their building; but you had to keep asking her simple questions because you couldn't focus due to her beauty and charisma. That crush had stuck with you throughout their schooling and had even intensified when they got to college. Being the beauty and kind hearted person she was, Ahyeon had dozens of guys who were interested and her and all of them were far better than you, so you had never even thought about actually asking her out. Throughout the years, your friends had asked you who he were interested in or who your dream girl was and the answer was always Ahyeon. One night during your Junior year of college, Ruka, who was a year older than you and Ahyeon and who you had also known for a decade, asked you who you were interested in. Being a little more than tipsy, you answered her truthfully and said Ahyeon. Ruka asked why and you started going into detail about how beautiful, kind, etc. Ahyeon was and after 15 minutes of you showing how you had been practically obsessing over Ahyeon, Ruka finally laughed and told you to shut up. The next day, you had woken up in a panic and called Ruka to beg her to not tell Ahyeon about any of what you had said. Ruka told you not to worry about it and after a few days of treading lightly whenever you saw Ahyeon or Ruka, you were finally able to start acting normal again, trusting that Ruka hadn't told Ahyeon about your embarrassing and somewhat obsessive confession.

That was four years ago now. After graduating college, you and Ahyeon had actually joined the same company and team as Ruka. Being the only 2 new hires for that year in the team, you two had gotten closer while still not being super close. You had gone from people who go to school together to close work colleagues or even potentially work friends, although your relationship still hadn't moved past talking in the office or hanging out with each other at work events; but when your eyes landed on her after finally getting some space from Sian, you could tell something was wrong… mostly because it looked like Ahyeon was trying to melt a hole through you. Confused as to what you did wrong, you started to wrack your brain for any fuck ups you had at work that day or if you had taken any of the meat Ahyeon liked while eating dinner; but you couldn't for the life of you figure it out. Suddenly Ahyeon started marching at you like someone ready to start a fight. You were then grabbed by your t-shirt and roughly pulled into the hallway then supply closet of the restaurant.

"Ahyeon, I don't think we are supposed to be in here"

"I don't care Y/N. What the fuck is up with you and little miss princess Sian?"

"Uh, nothing? She's just a coworker."

"Really? Then why has she been holding onto you like a life craft and why are you practically doing her job for her?"

"Woah woah woah Ahyeon. She's just new and hasn't gotten close to anyone. She asked me a question yesterday and after helping her out, she has just had me as her go to person."

"Are you sure its not because you're fucking her? Are you seriously already fucking her? God, why do you fall for the eye fluttering and flirty touches of every woman who works with us. You are such a spineless coward. Falling for anyone who shows you any attention. You know what, screw you Y/N. I can't believe I've been in love with you all these years"

Looking shell shocked, you just stared at your crush of over a decade.

"What Y/N? Too scared to confess that you've been fucking the new hire. She's practically a fetus. Still fresh out of college. She hasn't even been out of school for 6 months".

Not hearing a word she said, you just stared at her like an idiot and said "You're in love with me?"

Clearly annoyed at you, Ahyeon stared at you dumbfounded "Is that seriously all you heard Y/N? Or are you just playing dumb?"

Still not hearing a word she said, you just repeated "You're in love with me?"

Practically ready to blow, Ahyeon spat at you "No, I WAS IN LOVE WITH YOU. I thought you were cute when I gave you that tour in 7th grade and the more I saw you and got to know you throughout the years, that infatuation turned into love; but now it's gone because you can't keep your dick in your pants and you are a pathetic simp".

Not hearing half of what she said, you just looked at Ahyeon and were completely captivated by her beauty. Not sure whether it was the soju or a sudden surge in confidence, you, not thinking, softly raised your hand to her face to cup it. Stunned by your sudden touch, Ahyeon paused her tirade and looked like she was short circuiting. Still moving without an ounce of thought, you moved your other hand to her waist and brought her close before capturing her lips with yours. After breaking out of her stupor, Ahyeon pulled you even closer and responded to your kiss tenfold. Needing to break for air, you and Ahyeon finally separated after what felt like eternity. Still holding her by the waist, you gazed lovingly into Ahyeon's eyes before saying "I love you". Hearing that caused Ahyeon to blush and she started to pull away, but you weren't about to fuck up this opportunity of a life time. Pulling her flush against you, you raised her face so her eyes met yours and said it again "I love you Ahyeon". Seeing your sincerity and the love behind your eyes, Ahyeon took a second before responding "You're an asshole". Confused you loosened your grip on her, sensing this, Ahyeon grabbed your face and smashed her lips against yours again. Stunned, you barely were able to reciprocate before she broke away again. Grabbing your hand, she led you out of the supply closet, through the hallway, past your team, and out of the restaurant.

Still not saying a word to you, but muttering to herself, Ahyeon continued to lead you by the hand through the streets of Seoul before finally coming to an apartment building which she scanned in and led you through the lobby and into one of the elevators. Once the doors closed, Ahyeon was on you like a lion. Pushing you against one of the walls, she practically mounted you while capturing your lips with hers. Trying your best to match her fervor, you put both of your hands on her waist and pulled her closer. Deciding this wasn't enough for her, Ahyeon moved your hands from her waist to her ass and made sure that you had firm grasp of it before letting you take hold alone. After making out for a bit, the elevator finally signaled that it had arrived at her floor. Hearing the noise, Ahyeon let you off the wall, but made sure to grab one of your hands so she could lead you to here apartment. When you two finally arrived at her door, she made sure that you had both your hands on her waist before punching in her code. After inputting the code, she turned and gave you a quick peck before pulling you into her apartment. Letting her lead the way, you walked through her apartment before stopping in her living room. Turning around, Ahyeon looked at you with a mixture of happiness and fear. Sensing that she needed some more reassurance, you grabbed her again by the waist and captured her lips once again with yours. Not wanting this to turn into a full on makeout session, Ahyeon separated from you after a few seconds. Taking a second to look at her in her eyes, you see the fear and happiness melting away and being replaced with something else… lust.

Feeling a renewed sense of purpose and anger, Ahyeon once again grabbed you by your shirt and dragged you into her bedroom before shoving you onto her bed. Landing on her bed, you are then met with the sight of a lust filled Ahyeon. This along with the previous makeout sessions caused your dick to start to harden. Seeing this, Ahyeon smirked before sitting on your lap and straddling you. This only caused you to harden more and you released a slight moan. This caused Ahyeon to start to grind herself on top of you. Deciding that you need take back some control, you flipped yourself and Ahyeon so now she was on her back. Taking a second to truly take in the sight of her, you noticed what she had been wearing the entire night. While not inappropriate, it was borderline non work attire. She wore a small black skirt that at the right angle would reveal the bottom of her ass and a tight white button down with a black tie that was begging to be ripped off. Seeing your loss of focus, Ahyeon thrust her clothed core to meet your hardened dick which once again caused you to moan. Deciding you truly had had enough, you ripped off your shirt and pants before starting to strip Ahyeon. Seeing how excited she was for you to do so, you chose to taunt her a bit by slowly dragging down her skirt inch by inch.

"Y/N just take it fucking off"

"Language Ahyeon. I don't want to fuck a foul mouthed whore"

"Listen Y/N, if you don't hurry the fuck up. I will tie you to this bed and will ride you until you can't even think of getting your dick hard".

"Now Ahyeon, how is that supposed to dissuade me". "Fuck you" she replied. "That's the plan babe".

"How about this. The faster I get naked, the faster you get to bury your cock inside of me and the faster you get to see my naked tits. Don't pretend like I haven't caught you staring at my tits or my ass throughout the year… oh and, the faster you get to find out how much of a whore I am for your cock. Maybe I'll even let you fuck my ass tonight".

Hearing this certainly motivated you and you practically tore of her skirt and shirt before actually tearing her panties before struggling with her bra. Seeing you struggle, Ahyeon decided to help you out and unclasped it for you. Seeing her bra drop and her tits barren in front of you, you hovered over her practically panting. Seeing you frozen, Ahyeon rose up enough to meet your ear before whispering "You can suck them you know." Hearing that, you dove face first into her tits before capturing one of her nipples with your mouth and groping the other tit with your hand. Swapping back and forth, you feasted on her tits before finally she had to physically tear you off of them. Annoyed at being separated from your prize, your head was then shoved down past her delectable abs and in front of her neatly shaven cunt. Realizing what she wanted, you slowly moved towards your next feast. Slowly licking down from her abs, you gave her inner thighs some much needed attention before diving in. After a few minutes of burying your head in her cunt, you sensed that her orgasm was approaching. Ahyeon started to pant your name "Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, please" Tearing yourself away from her glorious cunt, you raised your head and said "What babe, what do want". "Please Y/N." "Please what Ahyeon" "Please just fucking make me come" Hearing this you dove back in and started to truly feast on her, burying your tongue so deep that you felt her nearly come from any movement. Coyly moving your right hand in front of her puckered hole, you inserted one finger into her ass right when you captured her clit with your mouth. Feeling this Ahyeon, instantly came and showered your face in her cum. After making sure to lap up her entire orgasm, you removed your finger from her ass and met her face to face. Seeing her dazed, you softly grabbed her face and kiss her, making sure she got a tase of her own release.

After recovering, Ahyeon then slapped your shoulder before kissing you again. "Yah, I didn't say anything about putting a finger in my ass"

"Really? Oh well, because it certainly seemed like you liked it Ahyeon" you cockily responded.

"Whatever Y/N. You're lucky I like you".

"Love honey. Love me"

"Shut up Y/N. Swap spots with me so I can return the favor."

Not wanting to look a gift blowjob in the mouth, you quickly swapped with Ahyeon so now you were laying on your back and she was on top of you. After pulling off your shirt, Ahyeon gave you soft kisses down your chest before hovering over your lap. She then tore your pants off before slowly sliding your underwear off revealing your bare cock which had been hard since you two had made it to the bedroom. Like the little minx she was, she then gave slow, long licks along your hardened shaft causing you to moan like a little bitch. Hearing this caused a smirk to come over her face. "Ahyeon" you groaned. "Ahyeon what, Y/N?" "Ugh, you know what babe" Giving another long lick and cupping your balls, Ahyeon asked you again "What Y/N?" "Fuck you" you angrily spat. "Just say it Y/N" "Fine… please Ahyeon please blow me" you begged. Hearing you final beg, Ahyeon started to take your cock inch by inch. Each inch caused you to moan even louder causing Ahyeon to smirk even more before you finally bottomed out. Ahyeon gave you a second to relax before she fucking her throat on your cock, drooling and letting spit leak out of her mouth. Feeling your orgasm approaching, you gave Ahyeon a warning about your upcoming climax; but hearing this only caused Ahyeon to fuck her throat with your cock even more before finally your orgasm overwhelmed you and you fill Ahyeon’s throat with your cum. Ahyeon, being the good little slut she was, took your entire load drinking it without abandon before letting your cock pop out of her mouth and then opening her mouth to show you that she had swallowed your entire load.

Ahyeon then straddle you and lowered her face right over yours before saying "Don't even think about passing out on me Y/N. I have wanted too damn long for this and I am getting what I deserve". She then captured your lips in a kiss that was filled with both lust and love. You then flipped yourself and Ahyeon again so she was on her back and you were above her. You then softly placed your hand on her check and were about to speak before she beat you to the punch. "Y/N, I love you; but will you for God's sake, stop being a gooey romantic and just bury your cock in my aching cunt". Hearing this along with her grabbing your cock and giving you a handjob got you hard once again. You then positioned your dick in front of her entrance before looking at her for one last bit of reassurance which she gave you by whispering in your ear "Y/N, want to know a secret. You're going to be my first" This got you even harder than you thought possible. She continued "Think about it Y/N. You are going to be the first and only person to fuck Jung Ahyeon. Think about your tight I am going to be then imagine burying yourself in there night after night filling me with your seed. Breeding me over and over again until all I can think about is your cock. And then after you have filled me with so much of your seed that I am leaking, then you get to fuck my ass. That tight little ass that looks so good in mini skirts and leggings. Don't you want to breed my greedy little cunt. Don't you want to fuck my puckered little hole." Finally breaking your resolve, you slowly slid in inch by inch into Ahyeon's waiting cunt, giving her time to adjust to each inch before you finally were fully sheathed in her cocksleeve. Looking at her for reassurance, Ahyeon pulled your face closer to hers saying "Fuck me Y/N. Give my aching cunt your seed and breed me" and capturing your lips with hers. Hearing this, you start to hammer into her waiting cunt like a piston with each thrust causing Ahyeon to moan more and more into your mouth, moving your hands to grab her ass as you fuck her cunt like a madman. After a few minutes, you begging to feel your second orgasm nearing. Sensing this too, Ahyeon wrapped her legs around you to lock in you place and make sure that you couldn't pull out. She then whispered again in your ear "Breed me. Fill your cock slut with your seed and mark me as yours". Hearing that triggered your release and you began to fill Ahyeon's pussy with spurt after spurt of your load. This along with your finger which you had once again sneakily buried in her puckered hole triggered Ahyeon's second release as well. Finally after both of you had the felt the last moments of your respective orgasm leave you, you both glanced down at your combined loads leaking out of Ahyeon's pussy which caused your dick your dick to twitch which Ahyeon immediately felt causing her to moan as well. Finally raising your eyes to meet hers again, you gave Ahyeon once last soft kiss on her lips before you flipped you two over once last time and passed out with your cock in the warmth of her pussy.

--- The Next Day ---

Waking up after a night of intense fucking was nothing like you imagined especially with the girl of your dreams with you. After a few seconds of your blinking your eyes and regaining your awareness, you then become aware again of where you were, what you had done last night, and who you did it with… and also who you were still buried inside. Realizing the situation you were in, you slowly tried to pull your cock out of the tight embrace of Ahyeon's cunt. Feeling the loss of you, Ahyeon's legs were instantly wrapped around you and she once again leg locked you so your cock would remain buried inside of her. Feeling the tight embrace of her pussy once again, your cock started to harden. You then shifted your eyes towards Ahyeon's waiting and annoyed face. "What were you trying to do Y/N? she angrily asked. Stuttering, you respond to her "I was trying to pull out because I was still inside you and I thought that it would be impolite to" You started to say before Ahyeon cut you off. "Y/N, I begged you to not only fuck me but to also breed me multiple times last night. I leg locked you so you wouldn't be able to pull out and then I made sure you were buried inside of me before we passed out… since you clearly are terrible at picking up even the most obvious signs, I want your cock to be buried inside me like the good little cocksleeve I am as often as possible". This statement caused your cock to once again stand at full attention, although this was a little hard being buried in Ahyeon's warmth. Feeling you once again ready, Ahyeon pulled you close to her once again, whispering "Now am I going to need to tell you what to do again or are you finally going to pick up on my signals and take some fucking action". Capturing her lips with yours, you started to makeout with her once again. Tearing her lips away from yours, Ahyeon looked at your angrily and once about to start lecturing you; but before she could, you began to fuck her without abandon and all thoughts left her brain with you two spending the rest of the morning trying your best to catch up on lost time.

[blehblahlol]

My Daughter's Secret Desire

Incest, Anal, Painal, Cum in face, Cum in tits, Deepthroath

I had been living with Haerin, my daughter, for a little over a year now since my wife has gone 2 years ago. She was a gorgeous 18-year-old, with long black hair, delicate features, and a petite figure. I couldn't help but feel attracted to her, but I knew I had to keep my desires in check.

One night, I was in the living room watching TV when Haerin walked in wearing nothing but a short silk robe. She sat down next to me, our legs touching. I felt a spark run through my body.

"Hey, Dad," she said, looking at me with her big brown eyes. "I've been feeling a little down lately. Do you think you could make me feel better?"

I looked at her, trying to hide my arousal. "Of course, Haerin. What's wrong?" I asked, putting my arm around her shoulders.

"I just need some attention," she said, leaning her head on my shoulder. "I need to feel desired."

I hesitated for a moment, but then I leaned in and kissed her on the lips. She kissed me back, and I could feel her body trembling with excitement.

"Dad, Please fuck me like you do to my mum" she whispered in my ear. "I want you to make me scream."

I was shocked. I didn't know Haerin felt this way about me. But I couldn't resist her. I picked her up and carried her to my bedroom.

We undressed each other slowly, taking in every inch of each other's bodies. Haerin's body was even more beautiful than I had imagined. Her small breasts were firm and perky, with dark nipples that were already hard. Her pussy was smooth and hairless, and I could see her wetness glistening in the light.

I kissed her deeply, our tongues intertwining. I could feel her hands exploring my body, squeezing my muscles. I reached down and started playing with her clit, making her moan with pleasure.

"Dad, I want you to fuck my throat, give this slutty throat your big cock" she said, looking up at me with a devilish smile.

I was hesitant at first, but Haerin insisted. She got on her knees and started sucking my cock, taking it all the way down her throat. I could feel her throat muscles contracting around my cock, and it felt amazing.

"You like that, Dad?" she asked, looking up at me with her big brown eyes.

"Yes, Haerin, I love it," I said, grabbing her hair and thrusting my cock deeper into her throat.

After a few minutes, I pulled out and turned Haerin around. I spread her ass cheeks and started licking her asshole, making her moan with pleasure.

"Dad, fuck my slutty ass," she said, looking back at me with a seductive smile.

I was hesitant at first, but Haerin insisted. She reached for the lube and handed it to me. I applied it to my cock and her asshole, and then slowly started pushing inside her.

"Ouch, yes," she moaned, as I entered her. "Deeper, ooh, deeper dad"

I started fucking her ass harder and faster, making her scream with pleasure. I could feel her muscles contracting around my cock, and it felt amazing.

"Faster, faaack me, give it to meee," she screamed, as I fucked her ass harder and harder.

After a few minutes, I could feel myself getting close to cumming. I pulled out and turned Haerin around. I started fucking her pussy, making her scream with pleasure.

"Yes, fuck, yes," she screamed, as I fucked her pussy harder and harder.

Finally, I couldn't hold it any longer. I pulled out and cummed all over Haerin's face and tits.

"Uuummm," she moaned, as she licked my cum off her fingers.

We lay there for a few minutes, catching our breath.

"Dad, that was amazing," Haerin said, looking at me with a satisfied smile.

"Yes, Haerin, it was," I said, as I kissed her on the lips

[blehblahlol]

What about how does Blackpink react to a big cock??

Jisoo

You see lust in Jisoo's eyes as she is about to pull down your pants. When she does so, she reveals your cock. It makes her lean back in surprise, eyes wide open.

"Oh."

Her lips are slightly parted and you can basically see the gears turning in her head. While she's excited, she's also curious and cautious about your length.

"Can I..."

Her eyes are locked on your cock, her hand hesitantly reaching for it.

"Can I touch it?"

She looks up at you with big eyes. How and why would you say no? You quickly nod, making Jisoo's breath hitch as she carefully wraps her fingers around your base.

"Oh my god."

You barely hear her whisper.

Jennie

Jennie's lips form a bright smile as she pulls your towel off your hips.

"Oh damn."

She murmurs as she sees how big your cock is.

"I thought you were all talk at first. But now..."

She lets her words hang in the air.

Jennie quickly pulls you closer and onto the bed. She makes you lie on your back before climbing on top of you.

"I'm so wet just sitting on your cock."

She moans, grinding on your lap. Her pussy and your dick are only separated by her thin one piece.

"Fuck."

She groans, her clothed pussy lips gliding along your length while you hold onto her naked hips.

"You're going to make me take every single inch of this big cock, aren't you?"

Rosé

"Oh my god! Stop! Stop! I can't anymore!"

Rosé half laughs, half sqeals as you continue to tickle her everywhere.

"Help!"

She playfully shouts out as you manage to get one of your hands on her feet. You continue to make her life a living hell as her body squirms and shakes on the bed.

Suddenly, Rosé kicks you on accident. You grunt as you feel her foot meeting your crotch. You let go of her and sink next to her onto the mattress.

"Oh fuck."

You groan, trying to breathe.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!"

Rosé immediately moves to make sure that you're okay.

"I'm sorry, baby."

She instinctively reaches for the area where she hit you. You feel her fingers wrap around your clothed cock. The two of you have been dating for a while, but you haven't done much more than kissing yet.

"Oh."

The two of you don't move as Rosé realizes what she's holding in her hand. She can't help herself after a while and carefully moves her finger along the outlines of your dick.

"Oh, Jesus."

She whispers, biting her lip.

When she feels you harden under her touch, she glances at you, before slowly taking your cock out of your pants.

"What- How did you plan on using this on me?"

She gasps in disbelief. Then Rosé holds her arm next to your cock for comparison. Her eyes grow wide when she realizes that your cock is as big and long as her forearm.

Lisa

Lisa's jaw drops when you take your cock out of your pants.

"Oh god."

She laughs as she wraps her hand around your cock.

"You're so big. I love it."

She begins to stroke your mostly still soft cock. She watches in awe as it continues to grow and harden, until you finally reach your full length.

"Oh man, I'd love to choke on your cock."

With that Lisa opens her mouth wide and wraps her lips around your tip. You groan as you feel her tongue glide along the underside of your shaft.