boundlesssageuprising

[boundlesssageuprising]

King's Game

Starring: Male oc x Karina (Aespa) & Yuna (Itzy) & Sullyoon (Nmixx) & little came from Yujin (I've)

Tags: Sex Game, Orgy, Foursome, voyeurism, creampie, bukkake, anal, male dom, female dom, Rough Sex.

Length: 19600 words.

Previous chapter

In the weeks that followed, your relationship with Karina grew beyond a simple one-night stand. With Yujin's blessing, she became your regular fuck buddy, a secret you kept tucked away like a treasured prize. Every encounter with Karina was a new chapter in your wildest fanfictions come to life. Whether it was backstage at an Aespa concert or a quiet night at her apartment, you found yourself lost in a whirlwind of passion and pleasure that never ceased to amaze you.

But as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into a month, the reality of Yujin's busy schedule began to weigh on your mind. Her group Ive was in the throes of preparing for their next big comeback, and the time you got to spend with her grew scarcer with every passing day. You understood, of course. Her career was important to her, and she had worked tirelessly to get to where she was. But the ache of longing grew stronger with each day apart.

One evening, Karina sensed your melancholy and decided to take matters into her own hands. She knew that your heart was torn between your love for Yujin and your desire for more physical companionship. "Oppa," she said, her voice filled with warmth and understanding, "I have a surprise for you tonight."

You couldn't help but feel a spark of excitement at her words. "What is it?" you asked, curiosity piquing your interest.

Karina just winked and said, "It's a secret. Just make sure we have plenty of alcohol, cake , and pizza."

You couldn't help but smile at her playfulness, despite your current mood. It was clear she was trying to cheer you up. You agreed and went about the rest of your day with a bit of excitement bubbling in your chest, wondering what surprise she had in store.

As the night grew closer, you found yourself pacing the room, your thoughts racing. What could Karina possibly have planned that would be able to fill the void Yujin's absence had left? You busied yourself with preparing the feast she requested, hoping that the familiar smells of fried chicken and pizza would help to ease your anxiety.

When the bell to your apartment finally chimed, you rushed to the door, eager to find out what she had in store. Swinging it open, you were greeted by the sight of Karina, a knowing smile playing on her lips. But behind her, two figures stood in the hallway, their faces obscured by masks and their bodies cloaked in hoodies. You felt your heart skip a beat.

"Did you really leave your guests shivering in the cold?" Karina said with a cute pout, her voice playful. She looked up at you with a knowing glint in her eye. "That's not very hospitable, Oppa."

You realized your faux pas immediately and stepped aside, gesturing for the two figures to come in.

"I'm sorry, please come in," you said, your heart racing with excitement and nerves. You could feel the anticipation building like a pressure cooker in your chest.

As you poured cola into three glasses, Karina took the lead, pulling the masks and hoodies from their heads.

The first to reveal herself was a girl with raven hair and sparkling eyes, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Surprise!" she chirped. It was Yuna from Itzy, looking every bit as adorable as she did on stage.

The second girl was taller, with a mane of black hair that fell like a waterfall down her back. Her eyes were a piercing blue, and she had a look of shy and nervous that was impossible to ignore. It was Sullyoon from Nmixx, her beauty as captivating in person as it was on screen.

Yuna was dressed in a sleeveless red leather crotch top that hugged her curves like a second skin, showcasing her hourglass figure to perfection. Her short leather skirt barely contained her full, round ass, leaving just enough to the imagination. Her legs looked endless, leading down to a pair of black stiletto boots that added an extra touch of seductive danger to her outfit. She looked like a temptress that had just stepped out of a music video, ready to set the night on fire with her sultry moves and playful nature.

Sullyoon, on the other hand, was dressed in a way that highlighted her innocent yet alluring charm. A white lace button-up blouse was tucked into a pair of tight-fitting long denim jeans, drawing attention to her adorable belly button piercing. Her outfit was simple, but the way it clung to her body, revealing just enough of her curves, was anything but innocent. She looked like the kind of girl that could make you feel like the king of the world with a single smile, and then rock it to pieces with her seductive dance moves.

Karina looked hot and gorgeous as always in a casual yet tantalizing outfit. Her tank top showcased her toned abs and the delicious swell of her breasts, while her denim skirt was short enough to give you a teasing glimpse of her thighs every time she moved. She had a way of carrying herself that was both confident and playful, as if she knew she could have you eating out of the palm of her hand if she wanted to.

Your heart thudded in your chest as Yuna and Sullyoon stepped into the room. The sight of them was almost too much to handle. You had to blink a few times to make sure you weren't dreaming. Here you were, in your own apartment, with three of the hottest and most desired idols in Korea. The reality was so surreal it was almost dizzying.

"You're spilling your drink, Oppa," Karina said, her voice filled with amusement.

You looked down and realized you had indeed been pouring cola into your glass with a bit too much enthusiasm. The dark liquid had spilled over the rim and was now pooling on the kitchen counter. You couldn't help but laugh at your own excitement, feeling a bit like a bumbling fool.

The three idols giggled at your expense, their laughter light and musical. It was a sound that filled the room and made your heart flutter with happiness. It was clear they were enjoying watching you squirm, your nerves on full display. "Relax," Yuna said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "We're all friends here."

Sullyoon leaned in closer, her eyes wide and curious. "Is it true what they say about you, Oppa?" she whispered to Yuna. "Is he really Yujin's boyfriend?"

Yuna giggled, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Yes," she murmured back, her voice a soft secret shared between friends. "He's the one who's been keeping our Yujin on her toes."

Karina's smile grew wider as she leaned back against the counter, her legs crossed in a way that was both casual and alluring.

"Yujin talked to us," she began, her tone filled with the promise of something deliciously naughty. "She said you've been feeling a bit lonely with her so busy, and she didn't want you to miss out on all the fun."

Yuna and Sullyoon looked at each other, their eyes sparkling with excitement. They both knew what Karina was hinting at, and the air in the room grew thick with anticipation.

"So," Karina continued, "we decided to give you a little surprise, something to keep you company until she can make it up to you."

Yuna licked her lips, a seductive glint in her eyes as she stepped closer to you, her hips swaying with the grace of a dancer.

"Yujin has told me everything about you, Oppa," she said, her voice a soft purr that seemed to resonate in your very soul. "How you make her feel... how much you love her." She leaned in closer, her breath hot against your ear. "And now, I want to help you feel that same way."

Sullyoon looked at you with a shy smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief despite the blush staining her cheeks.

"I'm not sure how to cheer you up," she admitted, her tone a sweet whisper that made your heart flutter. "But I'm willing to learn, if you'll teach me."

With those words, Yuna and Sullyoon pounced, their bodies a blur of motion as they closed the distance between you and them. You stumbled backward, your cock already growing hard again at the sight of these two gorgeous idols descending upon you like hungry predators. They surrounded you, their eyes gleaming with excitement as they took in every inch of your body. You felt like prey, but in the most exhilarating way possible.

"Hold on, girls," Karina said, her voice firm yet playful. She stepped in front of you, her hands coming to rest on their shoulders. "Let's not scare him off just yet. We've got all night to play."

You looked at the sticks she laid out before you, the smoothness of the wood standing out against the stark white of the crown and the starkness of the black inked numbers from one to three.

"How do we play?" you asked.

Karina's eyes gleamed with anticipation. "It's simple," she began, her voice a sultry purr that seemed to wrap around you like a warm blanket. "Each of us takes a stick, and whoever gets the crown becomes the king for the night. The others are your loyal servant, ready to do whatever the king commands." She winked at you, her tone dripping with innuendo.

Yuna and Sullyoon exchanged knowing glances, their smiles growing wider. They knew the game was designed to push the boundaries of your comfort, but you could see the excitement in their eyes, the thrill of the unknown. You felt a shiver of anticipation run down your spine. This was going to be a night to remember.

Karina placed the stick on the box and gave it a gentle shake, her eyes never leaving yours. The sticks rattled together, the sound setting your heart racing. She leaned in, her breath hot against your neck, and whispered, "Choose wisely, Oppa. Tonight, we're going to make all your fantasies come true." With that, she stepped back, allowing you and the other girls to pick your sticks and she is last one who pick it.

You picked up your stick, your hand trembling slightly with anticipation. You held it in front of you, the wood feeling warm and alive in your hand. With a deep breath, you covered the bottom with your thumb, hiding the mark from view. You felt a strange sense of power, knowing that whatever was written on that stick would determine the course of the evening. Karina, Yuna and Sullyoon did the same, their eyes locked on yours, their faces a mix of excitement and nerves.

Slowly, you all began to lift your fingers, revealing the hidden marks. Yuna's stick had the number 3, a knowing smile playing on her lips as she stepped aside, leaving you and Karina to face off. Karina's stick had a 2, and she gave a dramatic sigh before placing it down. That left you and Sullyoon, who was looking at her stick with a mix of hope and trepidation.

With a shaking hand, Sullyoon revealed her mark. It was a crown. "I am king right now," she exclaimed, her eyes wide with excitement.

"And what does the king wish to order?" Karina asked with a smirk, her hands on her hips.

Sullyoon blushed even deeper, her eyes darting around the room as if searching for inspiration. "I...I don't know," she stuttered, her nerves getting the better of her. "What do you usually...do in these situations?"

Yuna chuckled, the sound like a siren's call, beckoning you closer. "Anything the king desires," she said, her voice low and sultry. "The world is your oyster tonight."

You looked at Sullyoon, her eyes wide with excitement. "Since it was Yuna's group song she shall sing it instead," you suggested, hoping to ease the tension.

But before you could say another word, Yuna grabbed your hand, her grip surprisingly firm. "King's order is absolute," she said with a wink.

"But..." you started to protest, only to be cut off by Karina's laugh. "Don't worry, Oppa," she assured you, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. "It's just a regular performance. You can sing, and we'll dance." She waved a hand dismissively. "We're all performers here."

Sullyoon's grip tightened around the stick, her expression earnest. "You can't disobey a king's order or you will be punished ," she said, trying to sound intimidating. But the endearing way she puffed out her cheeks and tapped her foot, combined with the cute way she pouted, had you chuckling despite the naughty implications of the game.

Karina handed you a microphone, her eyes twinkling with mischief. Before you could even protest, Yuna had her phone out and hit play on a track from Itzy's latest hit single. The upbeat rhythm filled the room, and you realized with a start that you actually knew the words. You'd listened to their music often enough, and the lyrics rolled off your tongue surprisingly well.

The two idols circled around you, their bodies moving in perfect synchronization with the music. Their dance was a mesmerizing blend of precision and sensuality, their hips swaying and their hands gliding through the air like they were in a music video. You felt like you were in the center of a storm of beauty and passion, unsure if you should sing or simply stand there, hypnotized by the erotic performance unfolding before you.

Taking a deep breath, you started to sing. The words weren't perfect, but your love for the song and the situation fueled your performance. The lyrics grew bolder, your voice stronger, and the rhythm began to flow through you like liquid fire. Yuna and Karina danced closer, their bodies brushing against yours with every beat. You could feel the heat emanating from them, their energy feeding your own.

Sullyoon, on the other hand, was rooted to the spot, her eyes wide as saucers as she watched the two older women perform for you. Her mouth moved as if trying to form words, but no sound came out. Her cheeks were a rosy pink, and her pupils were dilated with a mix of shock and arousal. It was clear she was in over her head, but she remained transfixed, unable to look away from the erotic dance playing out before her.

As the chorus approached its end, Yuna slid closer and straddled your lap, her tight skirt riding up to reveal the tops of her stockings. She began to grind against your crotch, her movements sensual and deliberate. You felt the heat from her core, her softness pressing against your growing hardness. Your eyes widened, and you glanced over at Karina, who was watching with a knowing smile.

Before you could even voice your protest, Karina stepped up behind you, her breasts pressing into your back. She leaned down, whispering in your ear, "Just go with it, Oppa."

Her hands found their way to your chest, her fingers tracing patterns that sent shivers down your spine. The beat of the song was pounding, your heart racing to keep up with the tempo as the two idols worked you over like instruments in a symphony of desire.

"Their dancing isn't like part of a choreography song," you managed to murmur, trying to maintain a semblance of control amidst the sensual assault.

"Didn't you like me rubbing your, Oppa?" Yuna asked with a seductive smile, her hips moving in a slow, tantalizing grind against your crotch. She leaned back slightly, allowing you to see the outline of her ass against the red leather of her skirt. It was a question that didn't need an answer; the growing bulge in your pants was proof enough of your enjoyment.

Karina leaned in closer, her breath hot against your neck as she whispered, "Just focus on singing, Oppa. Let us dance on your body." Her words sent a shiver down your spine, and you realized she had latched her teeth onto your earlobe. The sensation was oddly erotic, and you couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement at her dominance.

As you continued to sing, the lyrics of the song blended with the small whimpers and gasps escaping your lips as Karina and Yuna's movements grew bolder. The friction of their bodies against yours was intoxicating, their scents filling your nose as they moved in perfect harmony with the beat. You felt like you were in the center of a storm, their hands and hips guiding you through the tempest of desire that raged around you.

You tried to focus on the words, to keep the rhythm of the song steady, but it was becoming increasingly difficult as your cock strained against the confines of your pants. You could feel the warmth of Karina's breath against your neck, her teeth gently tugging at your earlobe, sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to your cock. Yuna's ass was grinding into your lap, her pussy through the panties rubbing against you in a delicate dance that was driving you wild.

You clenched your teeth, willing yourself not to give in to the overwhelming pleasure. The lyrics of the song blurred together, the beat echoing in your ears as the room spun around you. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, your body begging for release. But you held on, determined to not climax until the song's end.

Finally, the last notes of the chorus faded away, and the music stopped. Yuna pulled back from your lap with a dramatic groan, her skirt falling back down to cover her legs.

"Aw, so bad it had to end so fast," she said with a pout, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She winked at you, her lips curled into a knowing smile.

Karina, still standing behind you, gave your shoulders a gentle squeeze.

"But don't worry, Oppa," she purred, her voice a sweet siren's call that sent a shiver down your spine. "The game isn't over yet."

With a grin that was both mischievous and alluring, she held out her hand for the microphone. "Let's play another round," she suggested, her eyes sparkling with excitement. You handed it over, your heart racing with anticipation. Yuna and Sullyoon both nodded eagerly, their own sticks at the ready.

The four of you placed your sticks into the box and gave it a vigorous shake. The wood clattered against the cardboard, the sound echoing through the room as your hands trembled with excitement. You could feel the tension in the air, the promise of whatever was to come hanging over you like a ripe fruit waiting to be plucked.

As you drew out your stick, you felt a strange sense of déjà vu. You held it in your hand, your heart racing as you studied the number 3 that had appeared before your eyes. The universe had a sense of humor, it seemed, as Yuna's eyes lit up with excitement and she exclaimed, "I'm king now!"

Sullyoon looked at her stick with a mix of disappointment and relief. It bore the number 1. Karina, on the other hand, had drawn the number 2, a knowing smile playing on her lips as she stepped aside to watch the unfolding events.

Yuna pursed her lips, pretending to ponder your question as she tapped the stick against her cheek. Her eyes glinted with a teasing glint as she surveyed the room, as if searching for inspiration. The anticipation grew palpable as she looked back at you with a sly smile. "Hmm," she mused, her voice a low purr. "Let's see what I can come up with."

Karina watched with a knowing smirk, her arms crossed over her chest as she leaned against the wall. You could almost see the wheels turning in her head, the thrill of the game sparking a mischievous glint in her eyes. Sullyoon, however, was a picture of innocence and curiosity, her eyes darting between you and the other two idols with wide-eyed wonder.

Yuna, ever the natural leader, took charge. "Alright, my first order," she announced with a playful snap of her fingers. "Everyone must strip each other."

Your pulse sped up, and you felt a thrill of excitement mixed with a hint of nerves. "Number 3 must strip number 1 and number 2," she began, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She looked at Karina and then at you, the corners of her mouth quirking up in a knowing smile.

You took a step closer to Sullyoon, who was blushing furiously. She looked so adorable with her eyes cast down, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. You reached out, your hand hovering over the buttons of her blouse. She looked up, meeting your gaze with a shy smile, her eyes filled with trust. You took a deep breath, your heart racing as you began to undo the buttons one by one.

Sullyoon's eyes never left yours, her pupils dilated with a mix of shyness and arousal. She brought her arms up to cover her chest, but Karina stepped in, placing a gentle hand on her wrist. "It's okay," she whispered. "Let him see."

With a soft whine, Sullyoon lowered her arms, allowing you to fully appreciate her beauty. You felt your heart race as you zipped down her tight jeans, the sound echoing through the room. As the zipper reached the end, you could see the top of her white panties, a stark contrast to the darkness of the fabric above. Your hands shook as you hooked your thumbs into the waistband, eager to reveal the treasure beneath.

With a gentle tug, you slid the jeans over her hips, revealing her sculpted legs and the aforementioned panties. Your breath hitched in your throat at the sight of her; she was like a marble statue come to life, her skin so smooth and pale that it practically glowed in the dim light of the room. The white fabric clung to her curves, accentuating the swell of her ass and the juncture of her thighs.

Karina watched the scene unfold with a knowing smirk, her eyes glinting with amusement at your obvious arousal.

"Good girls, don't be shy to show your hot and healthy body," she encouraged, her voice like a siren's call that seemed to echo in the quiet room.

Karina stepped forward, her hips swaying seductively as she approached you.

"Now it's my turn," she whispered, her breath warm against your ear as she handed over her stick with the number 2. "Strip me, Oppa."

Your heart was racing as you took the stick, the weight of it feeling heavier than it had moments before. You looked at Karina, who was watching you with a smug smile, her arms folded under her chest. Her confidence was infectious, and you felt a strange sense of excitement wash over you. You took a step closer, your eyes never leaving hers as you began to pull at the bottom of her tank top.

The fabric was tight, clinging to her body like a second skin, but with a gentle tug, it began to give way. Inch by inch, you revealed the smooth expanse of her stomach, the muscles there tightening as she held her breath. You felt a rush of heat between your legs as her tank top rose higher, revealing the lacy band of her black sheer bra. Her breasts looked like they were straining against the fabric, desperate to be free.

Finally, the material cleared her chest, and you couldn't help but gasp at the sight of her bountiful cleavage. Her breasts were larger than you had ever imagined, and the sheer fabric of her bra did nothing to conceal their grandeur. They bounced slightly with the movement, the weight of them a testament to their natural beauty. You felt your cock throb in your pants, straining for release as you took in the erotic sight.

"Like someone gets excited," Karina teased, her eyes dropping to the bulge in your pants.

She took a step closer, her hand reaching out to trace the outline of your erection through the fabric."Finished your job, Oppa? Now, strip my skirt," she said, her voice a seductive purr.

You nodded, a simple "Oke" escaping your lips as you knelt before her.

Her skirt was made of a soft, velvety material that felt luxurious under your fingertips as you began to ease it down her hips. With each inch revealed, her teasing grew bolder, her hands running through your hair and tugging gently at your shirt. She was a force of nature, a tempest of desire that you couldn't resist, no matter how hard you tried.

As the skirt pooled around her ankles, she stepped out of it, leaving you kneeling before her in awe. Her thigh-high stockings and garter belt were a stark contrast to the innocence you had seen in her earlier, and the way she leaned back against the wall, her legs spread slightly, was a clear invitation for more. You couldn't help but stare at the black lacy thong that barely covered her, the fabric disappearing into the crevice of her ass.

With a seductive smirk, Karina stepped closer, her hand reaching down to grip the back of your head. She pulled you closer, your nose mere inches from the damp fabric that shielded her sex. "Could you smell it, Oppa?" she whispered, her voice thick with desire. "How my pussy smells."

You couldn't help but inhale deeply, the scent of her arousal filling your nostrils. It was intoxicating, a heady mix of sweetness and musk that made your cock throb even more insistently. It was a scent that was uniquely hers, a scent that was already becoming as addictive as the most potent drug. You felt like you could lose yourself in it, inhale it until it was all you knew.

But just as you were about to indulge in the delicious aroma further, a hand gently but firmly pulled your head away. You looked up to see Yuna standing over you, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

"It's my turn, Unnie," she said with a playful smirk.

Karina nodded, a knowing smile playing on her lips as she stepped aside. "He's yours to play with," she whispered, her voice a soft caress that sent a shiver down your spine.

Yuna's eyes sparkled with mischief as she strutted over to the sofa, her hips swaying like a serpent's as she moved. She gracefully lowered herself onto your lap, her legs straddling your thighs. The warmth of her body seeped into you, her soft curves pressing against your chest as she leaned in, her eyes locked onto yours.

"You are too close," you murmured, trying to keep your voice steady despite the fire that was building within you.

Yuna leaned back, placing her hands on the armrests of the sofa, her legs still wrapped around your waist. She looked at you with a wicked smile that made your heart race even faster. "I want you to strip me," she repeated, her voice low and husky, "right here, like this."

As you opened your mouth to voice your hesitation, she placed a finger against your lips. "But," you started to say, only for her to cut you off with a sly grin.

"You can't disobey the king's order, can't you?" she whispered, her eyes never leaving yours.

With trembling hands, you reached for the hem of Yuna's sleeveless leather top. The material was cool and smooth, a stark contrast to the heat building between your bodies. As you lifted it, her flat stomach was revealed, the muscles there rippling slightly with every shallow breath she took. The anticipation was palpable as you inched the fabric higher, revealing the top of her matching red bra.

Her breasts were perky, the strapless contraption holding them in a way that made them seem like two ripe fruits begging to be plucked. The material was almost transparent, the darkness of her areola visible through the red mesh. The bra hugged her tightly, pushing her breasts together in a way that made your mouth water. You felt your cock strain against your pants, the fabric feeling unbearably tight as you took in the sight before you.

"I could feel you hard for me, Oppa," she whispered, her voice a siren's call that had you nodding dumbly in response. Her hand slid down your chest, her fingers brushing against your abs before settling on the bulge in your pants. She gave it a gentle squeeze, her eyes never leaving yours as she continued, "Did you curious behind my skirt?"

Her question was a declaration, a challenge that had you trembling with anticipation. You could feel the heat of her palm through the fabric, the pressure of her touch sending waves of pleasure through your body. You nodded, unable to form coherent words as you succumbed to her seductive power.

With a wicked grin, Yuna leaned back, placing her hands on the armrests of the sofa. "take off it then" she whispered, her eyes never leaving yours. She lifted her hips slightly, giving you just enough room to hook your fingers under the waistband of her skirt. The fabric was tight, hugging her curves like a second skin, and you could feel the heat of her desire against your fingertips as you began to tug it.

As the skirt slid over her hips, the tension in the room grew tauter, like a bowstring pulled to its breaking point. You held your breath, your heart racing as you revealed her matching red thong. But what lay beneath was not what you had expected. It was a tiny bead thong, the fabric so sheer that her pussy lips were barely concealed by the string of pearls that adorned the front. Your eyes widened with surprise and lust as the white pearl at the center nestled between her folds.

Yuna snickered as she looked down at your face, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "I wear it special for you, Oppa," she said with a knowing smile. "And now, it's your turn to be stripped off. C'mon, girls," she called out, her voice echoing through the room.

Without asking for permission, Karina and Yuna stepped closer, their hands moving in unison to lift your shirt over your head. They giggled as your toned chest and abs were revealed, their eyes raking over your body with unabashed hunger. The cool air kissed your skin as your shirt was tossed aside, leaving you bare from the waist up.

Sullyoon, still standing shyly by the couch, watched the scene unfold with a mix of curiosity and desire. She couldn't help but gawk at the sight of your body, her eyes lingering on the trail of hair that led from your navel to the bulge in your pants. Her cheeks flushed a deep red as she reached out tentatively, her trembling fingers brushing against the waistband of your trousers.

They nodded in agreement, the excitement of the impromptu striptease still fresh in the air. Placing the sticks back into the box, you gave it a playful shake, feeling the wood clatter against the cardboard. The anticipation grew as each of you drew your next number, the silent dance of fate determining who would be in control next.

When you pulled the stick finally, a jolt of electricity shot through you as you revealed the crown mark.

"Finally," you murmured, a smug smile playing on your lips as you looked around at the trio of stunning idols. "I become king."

Sullyoon's eyes widened slightly, a hint of nervousness flitting across her features. Unlike Karina and Yuna, who had been eager and confident in their turns as the dominant player, she seemed unsure of what to expect from you. It was a stark contrast to the boldness they had displayed earlier, and it only served to make her more alluring.

Clearing your throat, you tried to hide your nerves. "Alright, my first order," you announced, your voice steady despite the racing of your heart. "Let's keep it simple."

You gestured to the table laden with an assortment of snacks and drinks. "I want you to feed me," you said, a devilish smile playing on your lips. "One by one, you'll take a piece of food, and feed it to me."

The three idols looked at you in surprise, but quickly regained their composure. Karina, ever the bold one, strutted over to the table and picked up a slice of pizza. The cheese was still bubbly, the aroma wafting through the room and making your stomach growl despite the raging heat in your loins. She held it out to you with a smirk, the cheese stretching tantalizingly as she moved it closer to your mouth. "Is this what you want, Oppa?"

But instead of bringing it to your mouth, she took a bite, the crunch echoing in the tense silence. The cheese stuck to her teeth and lips, a string of sauce connecting the slice to her mouth as she took another bite, her eyes never leaving yours. She sat down on your lap, straddling you, and brought the remaining half to her mouth. With a wink, she held it out, the warmth of her breath fanning across your face.

As she leaned in, her breasts pressed against your chest, the scent of her perfume mixing with the aroma of the pizza. She parted her lips, the pizza hovering between your faces. The steamy heat of her breath mingled with the warmth of the cheese as she brought the slice closer, the mozzarella stretching like taffy. Then, with a playful smile, she placed the food in her mouth and kissed you, the flavor of tomato sauce and cheese exploding on your tongue as you tasted it together.

The pizza was delicious, but the real treat was the sensation of Karina's lips against yours, the cheese sticking to your teeth and the taste of her mouth blending with the tangy sauce. You felt a jolt of desire as her tongue flicked out to capture a rogue pepperoni that had escaped to the corner of your mouth. Her kiss was tender yet demanding, a silent declaration of her willingness to indulge in this playful power play.

As your lips parted, you turned to see Yuna approaching with a wicked smile, a slice of chocolate cake in her hand. She sat down beside you, her body heat radiating through the cushions. "Was the pizza taste so good?" she cooed, her eyes gleaming with mischief. Without waiting for a response, she brought the cake to her own lips, taking a bite that was anything but ladylike, a small chunk of chocolate falling onto her chin.

"The cake tastes good too, wanna taste it with me?" she asked with a playful glint in her eyes.

You nodded, eager to indulge in this sweet and seductive dance with the idol goddess before you. She leaned in, the cake still on her lips, and you met her halfway, your mouths colliding in a sticky, sweet kiss. The taste of the rich chocolate frosting mixed with the tartness of the raspberry filling, a delicious explosion that only grew more intense as your tongues danced together.

Suddenly, Karina's voice broke the spell. "I wanna taste it too," she purred, her voice thick with desire.

Before you could react, she was there, her lips crashing into yours and Yuna's in a passionate three-way kiss. The sensation was overwhelming, the combination of their flavors melding together in a heady mix that made you dizzy. Your hands roamed over their bodies, feeling the softness of their skin, the warmth of their desire.

Yuna's hand found its way to the back of Karina's neck, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss. You could feel the heat of their bodies pressing against you, the softness of their bra as they mashed together. The room spun as your tongues danced in a tangle of passion, the sweetness of the cake and the saltiness of their mouths driving you wild. It was like nothing you had ever experienced before, a symphony of sensations that had you on the edge of your seat.

You felt the softness of her lips against yours, the remnants of the cake smearing between you as you deepened the kiss. The sugary crumbs fell away, leaving a trail down her neck that you couldn't resist tracing with your fingertips. Her moan was muffled by your mouths, but the vibration of it sent a shiver down your spine, making your cock twitch in response.

When you finally broke for air, all three of you were panting, your chests heaving with the effort of keeping up with your desire. Karina's eyes were dark with lust, her lips swollen and red from the intensity of your kisses. Yuna's cheeks were flushed, her eyes glazed over with need.

And Sullyoon?

She was watching the whole thing with a look of wonder and longing, her hand slowly inching towards her own chest, her thumb idly stroking her nipple through her shirt.

Yuna smirked as she looked over at the blushing Sullyoon. "Looks like our dongsae needs some attention too, my king," she said, her voice low and sultry.

Sullyoon's eyes snapped up from where they had been shyly watching the other two, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment. She had been caught in her moment of private pleasure, and the realization sent a thrill of arousal through her.

"Yeah," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, "I guess I do."

Yuna passed the bottle of alchohol to her with a knowing smile. The golden liquid glimmered in the soft light, a silent promise of the wild night ahead. With trembling hands, Sullyoon took the bottle, feeling the weight of their gazes on her. She knew she had to step up, to be a part of this seductive dance that she had been invited to.

"But where's the glass?" she asked, her voice small and unsure.

"Do it with your mouth," Karina answered, a devilish twinkle in her eye as she watched the younger idol's face flush even deeper.

Sullyoon looked at the bottle, then at you, then back at the bottle again. You could see the wheels turning in her head, the excitement of the dare mixing with her shyness. With a deep breath, she tilted the bottle back, letting the amber liquid fill her mouth. You watched in awe as her throat moved, the alcohol sliding down her delicate neck, leaving a trail of wetness that you longed to follow with your tongue.

Her eyes never left yours as she leaned in, closing the distance between you. Her breath was warm and sweet, the scent of the liquor on her breath making your mouth water. When your lips met, she parted her mouth slightly, allowing the whiskey to flow into your own. The liquid was potent and smoky, the taste of it a stark contrast to the sugary sweetness of the cake that still lingered on your tongue.

Sullyoon kiss was tentative at first, her inexperience evident in the soft, almost chaste way her lips moved against yours. But as the whiskey mingled with the remnants of the chocolate, something changed within her. You took the lead, your tongue tracing the seam of her lips before delving in to tangle with hers. You felt her body relax, her mouth opening wider to allow you in, and it was then that she let out a soft moan.

Your hands cupped her face, guiding her as you deepened the kiss. You nibbled at her bottom lip, the slight sting making her gasp. Your tongue swept into her mouth, caressing the inside of her cheek before returning to dance with hers. The whiskey burned a trail of fire down both your throats, warming you from the inside out.

When she finally pulled away for air, a thin strand of whiskey connected your mouths, glistening like a thread of pure gold. She giggled self-consciously, breaking the tension as she wiped it away with the back of her hand. But the look in your eyes was reassuring, filled with approval and desire. You stroked her cheek, the pad of your thumb tracing the line of her jaw before dropping to the nape of her neck.

"It seems our Sullyoon is enjoying her first kiss," Yuna murmured, her eyes gleaming with amusement.

Sullyoon's face flushed a deeper shade of crimson at the teasing remark.

"Let's get back to the game," Karina said, her voice dripping with excitement. "I can't wait to see what the next round holds for us."

You, Yuna, and Sullyoon nodded in agreement, the anticipation hanging in the air like a thick fog. The room was charged with sexual tension, and you could feel it coiling around your body like a serpent waiting to strike.

As Karina strutted over to the box, she couldn't help but let a smug smile play on her lips. The clatter of the sticks was like a drumroll as she reached in and pulled out her next number. Time seemed to slow as she revealed the crown, and she looked at you with a glint in her eye that could only mean trouble.

"Finally," she purred, "it's my turn to be king."

Her voice was like a caress, sending a shiver down your spine as she leaned in close, the scent of her perfume intoxicating. The power dynamic had shifted once again, and it was clear that she had something particularly wicked in mind for this round.

Without wasting any time, Karina announced her rule with a smug smile, "Everyone must strip off the rest of their material and remain nude for the entire night." The other two idols exchanged glances, a mix of excitement and apprehension flickering in their eyes.

One by one, the layers of their clothing fell away, revealing their perfectly toned bodies, free from the constraints of their stage outfits. Yuna's bra and panties were the next to go, her breasts bouncing slightly with the movement, the cool air making her nipples peak. Then Karina, with a dramatic flair, shimmied out of her bra, letting her ample breasts spill out, the sight making your mouth go dry.

Sullyoon was the last to strip, her movements slightly more hesitant, but the encouraging smiles from her friends spurred her on. Her panties dropped to the floor, leaving her bare, her pussy shaven and glistening with anticipation. The three idols stood before you, naked and beautiful, each one a vision of perfection that could make any man's knees wobble.

The room felt charged with an energy that could only come from the promise of unbridled passion. The air was thick with the scent of arousal, and the flickering candlelight played off their bodies, casting shadows that danced across their skin like lovers' whispers. The sight of them, so open and vulnerable, made your heart race, your cock standing at full attention.

Karina looked at you with a mischievous smile, her eyes sparkling with the excitement of the game. "For my next order," she began, her voice a seductive purr that had you leaning in closer, eager to hear her command.

But before she could finish her sentence, Yuna interrupted with a playful pout. "Ah-ah-ah," she said, wagging her finger. "No cheating, unnie. You've given an order".

Karina's smile grew wider. "Fine, fine," she conceded with a chuckle. "But just remember, there aren't rules that say the king can only order once per turn. And trust me, you're all going to love this."

The three of you nodded, the anticipation building as you awaited her next command.

With a sly smile, Karina sat down on the sofa, patting her thighs. "Sit on my lap, Oppa," she ordered, her voice a siren's call that you couldn't resist.

You obeyed, feeling her warmth envelop you as you settled onto her firm thighs. Her arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you back against her, the heat from her body searing into your skin.

"Yuna and Sullyoon, knell in front of us".

The two idol exchanged a knowing look before they gracefully knelt before you. The plush carpet cushioned their knees as they leaned in, their breath hot on your legs. The anticipation was palpable as Karina's hands roamed up your chest, her touch featherlight yet commanding. She reached into your pants, her slender fingers wrapping around your cock, stroking it gentle.

"Did both of you ever curious how taste Oppa's cock?" she whispered into your ear, her breath hot and sweet with the lingering taste of whiskey. Her question was a dare, a challenge that had your heart racing and your cock twitching in her grip.

" Wanna to taste it?".

Sullyoon's eyes widened, and she bit her lip, looking up at you with a mix of curiosity and shyness. You could see the internal battle she was waging, the desire to explore this new, taboo side of herself warring with her ingrained modesty. Her gaze flicked down to Karina's hand, which was still stroking your shaft, the motion sending waves of pleasure through your body.

Yuna, ever the confident one, took the lead. She leaned in, her hand replacing Karina's, and with a slow, deliberate movement, she took your cock into her mouth. The sensation was electric, her tongue gliding along your shaft, leaving a trail of wetness as she moved from the base to the tip. You felt your body tighten, the anticipation of what was to come making you grit your teeth.

Her technique was flawless, her lips forming a perfect 'O' as she slid her mouth over you, her tongue swirling around your cock in a mesmerizing dance. She had clearly mastered the art of giving blowjobs, her movements fluid and confident, as if she had been doing this for years. Each stroke was a symphony of pleasure, her hand moving in time with her mouth, never allowing you a moment's reprieve from the relentless onslaught of sensation.

You watched, enraptured, as she bobbed her head up and down, her eyes closed in concentration. The sight of her long, black hair cascading over her bare shoulders, her cheeks hollowing out with each suck was almost too much to handle. Your hands found their way to her head, your fingers tangling in her hair as you gently guided her pace, urging her to take you deeper.

“ Oh … Fuck! Yuna, your mouth sofucking good”, you moaned as used her mouth like flashlight.

Yuna's eyes remained wide, the pupils dilated with arousal. A single tear slipped from the corner of her eye, trailing down her cheek, but she made no move to wipe it away. Instead, she picked up the pace, her eyes meeting yours as she took your length to the back of her throat, the sound of her gagging muffled by your groans. She liked this, liked being used, liked being the instrument of your pleasure.

But even idols had their limits. After a particularly deep and slow suck, she tapped your thigh, her signal for you to pull her off. You did, reluctantly, her mouth popping free with an obscene wet sound. Strands of saliva connected her lips to your cock, and she took a deep, gasping breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes watering slightly, but the look on her face was one of pure ecstasy.

It was then that Sullyoon's voice pierced the silence, tinged with a hint of worry. "Are you okay, unnie?" she asked, her eyes darting to Yuna's tear-streaked cheeks.

Yuna looked up at her, a weak smile playing on her lips.

"I'm okay," she assured her, her voice a bit hoarse from her exertions. "Come here," she beckoned, her hand reaching out to gently guide Sullyoon closer. "You must taste it, Sullyoon."

Sullyoon's heart hammered in her chest, her body a whirlwind of nerves and excitement. She leaned in, her eyes on Yuna's for guidance, and took your cock into her small, unblemished hand. It felt hot and heavy, the pulsing veins beneath her fingers a testament to your desire. With a deep breath, she brought her face closer, her eyes fluttering shut as she tentatively touched her tongue to the tip of your member.

The sensation was foreign to her, the taste of your precum salty and musky. It was a stark contrast to the sugary flavors of the cake and whiskey that still lingered on her tongue. Her movements were slow and awkward, a stark contrast to Yuna's skilled mouth, but it was her very inexperience that added to the thrill. Each clumsy suck and tentative lick was a declaration of her innocence being peeled away layer by layer.

Yuna watched with a knowing smile, her own need evident in the way she licked her lips. "Not bad for a beginner," she murmured, her voice a soft purr of encouragement.

Then, she leaned in, pressing her body closer to yours, the softness of her breasts brushing against your thighs. Her mouth joined Sullyoon's, their tongues intertwining around your cock.

The sensation was indescribable, the two of them working in harmony to pleasure you. Yuna's experience guided the way, her mouth a warm, wet velvet that sucked and licked with precision. Each stroke was met with a soft moan from your throat, the sound of your pleasure bouncing off the walls of the room. Sullyoon's tentative explorations grew bolder under her unnie's tutelage, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head of your cock, her teeth gently scraping the underside.

Yuna, ever the mentor, moved her attentions lower, her mouth engulfing your balls. The feeling was heavenly, her warm breath teasing your shaft as she took them into her mouth one at a time. She rolled them around her tongue, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucked gently, the sight of her making you even harder.

Sullyoon, inspired by Yuna's confidence, took the cue and began to experiment. Her soft, inexperienced lips slid over your shaft as she found her own rhythm, her tongue flicking and swirling around the head of your cock. It was clear she was eager to learn, to be a part of this erotic dance, and her enthusiasm was more than enough to make up for her lack of experience.

Your hand reached out to cradle both of their heads, your fingers threading through their hair as you moaned in approval.

"Fuck, both your mouths are doing so great," you murmured , your voice thick with desire.

But as the pleasure mounted, you felt an additional sensation, something new that sent a jolt of electricity down your spine. You glanced over your shoulder to find Karina kneading your chest, her nimble fingers toying with your nipples. She had been watching the scene unfold, her own arousal painted on her face. Her eyes locked with yours, a silent understanding passing between you, and she leaned in to kiss the sensitive spot behind your ear, her teeth grazing the lobe.

"Did you like it, Oppa?" she whispered, her voice a purring melody that seemed to resonate through every inch of your body. "Getting blown by not one, but two gorgeous idols like them?"

"Did you like it, Oppa?" she whispered, her voice a purring melody that seemed to resonate through every inch of your body. "Getting blown by not one, but two gorgeous idols like them?"

Your eyes rolled back in your head, lost in the symphony of sensations that were coursing through your veins. The way Yuna and Sullyoon's mouths moved in tandem, their tongues playing a delicate dance around your shaft, was nothing short of divine. And Karina, with her skilled hands and teeth, had you on the brink of release with every twist and pinch of your nipples.

"Mmm...yeah, I like it," you managed to murmur, the pain-laced pleasure making it difficult to form coherent words. Karina took this as her cue to up the ante, her pinches growing more insistent, more demanding. The sharpness of the pain shot straight to your cock, making it pulse with each twist of her fingers.

Her lips moved to your ear, her warm breath sending shivers down your spine as she whispered, "Did you ever fantasy them doing this to you, Oppa?" Her voice was a sultry caress, her question a seductive invitation into a world of unbridled lust.

Her lips moved to your ear, her warm breath sending shivers down your spine as she whispered, "Did you ever fantasy them doing this to you, Oppa?" Her voice was a sultry caress, her question a seductive invitation into a world of unbridled lust.

You swallowed hard, the confession lodged in your throat. "Y-yes," you finally managed to murmur, your voice hoarse with need.

Karina's smile grew wider, her teeth flashing in the dim light. "Tell me," she urged, her fingers tightening on your nipples, the sting of pain mixing with the pleasure that was building in your cock. "What other fantasies do you have about us?"

The question was like a match to dry kindling, igniting a firestorm of desire within you. "I want to paint all your faces with my load," you said, the words coming out in a rush, raw and unfiltered. Karina's smirk grew into a full-fledged grin, her eyes lighting up with mischief.

"Did you hear that, girls?" she called out to Yuna and Sullyoon. "Our Oppa has a very special wish for us tonight."

Their eyes sparkled with excitement as they nodded, eager to please you. Karina took her place beside them, both of them kneeling before you like a pair of nymphs before a Greek god. Their perfect bodies were a testament to their dedication to their craft was almost too much to bear.

With renewed vigor, Karina took your cock in hand, her grip firm and confident. Yuna and Sullyoon mirrored her movements, their lips parting in unison as they leaned in. You felt the warmth of their breath as they surrounded you, the three of them creating a cocoon of pure, unbridled desire.

Their tongues flicked out, dancing together along the length of your shaft. It was as if they were sharing a delicacy, each eager for their turn to savor the taste of you. Their movements grew more urgent, their eyes never leaving yours as they took turns, their cheeks hollowing as they sucked you deep into their mouths.

Karina's tongue was a masterpiece, teasing the tip of your cock with swirls and flicks that had you grinding your teeth to keep from coming too soon. Yuna's mouth was a warm, wet heaven, her lips sliding up and down your shaft, her teeth gently scraping the sensitive skin in a way that sent shockwaves through your body. And then there was Sullyoon, her eyes wide with excitement and nerves, her tentative licks and sucks on your balls a sweet, innocent addition to the mix.

The sounds of their mouths working in tandem were intoxicating, the sloppy, wet sounds echoing in the room, punctuated by their occasional gasps for air. You could feel your orgasm building, a pressure that grew with each shared breath and muffled moan. Their combined efforts were pushing you closer and closer to the edge, and you knew you wouldn't be able to hold out much longer.

As if reading your thoughts, Karina's eyes locked onto yours, her gaze filled with a wild hunger.

"Cum for us, Oppa," she urged, her voice a low growl that seemed to vibrate through your entire body. Yuna and Sullyoon nodded, their own eyes shining with anticipation as they redoubled their efforts.

Their mouths grew sloppier, their cheeks hollowed as they fought to take you deeper, their saliva mixing with the pre-cum that leaked from the tip of your cock. You could feel the tension building, the pressure like a dam about to burst. You tried to hold back, to prolong the exquisite agony, but it was futile.

With a final, guttural groan, you lost control, your hips bucking as ropes of hot cum shot out. They were ready, eager, their mouths wide open to receive your gift. Yuna took the brunt of it, her cheeks bulging as she took your load, her throat working as she swallowed. The sight was almost too much, your orgasm ripping through you like a tornado.

But she wasn't the only one to taste your release. Some of it shot over her shoulder, hitting Karina's eager mouth, a strand landing on her cheek. She leaned in, her tongue darting out to lick it away, savoring the flavor before it could dribble down to her chin. The remaining ropes of cum painted a messy streak across Sullyoon's face, the warm liquid coating her cheeks and nose.

The three of idols sat there, panting and sticky, your cock now limp and sensitive between their lips. They looked up at you, their faces a canvas of your desire, a masterpiece of pleasure. Yuna wiped the cum from her chin with the back of her hand, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Let's not waste any of it," she murmured, before leaning in to kiss Sullyoon.

Their lips met with a soft, wet smack, your cum a sticky bridge between them. They shared your essence, their tongues dancing together in a kiss that was as erotic as any you had ever seen. Karina watched, her eyes dark with lust, before she leaned in to join, creating a chain of desire that left you breathless.

The kiss grew deeper, more intense, as they shared the taste of your pleasure. Each swipe of their tongues was a declaration of their newfound intimacy, the act of consuming your cum together a silent pact of sexual camaraderie. When they pulled away, their lips were shiny with your release, their eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

They giggled, the sound light and airy in the post-coital haze. "Delicious," Karina murmured, her eyes never leaving yours as she licked her lips clean. Yuna and Sullyoon nodded in agreement, their cheeks still flushed with excitement. The three of them leaned in for another kiss, this one slower, more deliberate, as they shared the remnants of your essence.

The sight of them, so carefree and uninhibited, was like a balm to your soul. The tension of the night, the thrill of your shared secrets and desires, had left you feeling both exhausted and exhilarated. Karina sensed this, her hand moving from your thigh to give your cock one last gentle squeeze before releasing it. "You rest now, Oppa," she cooed, her voice a soothing melody that seemed to coax your eyes shut.

Yuna and Sullyoon pulled away, their mouths still shiny with your cum. They looked up at you, their faces a canvas of innocence and lust. "We'll be right back," Yuna whispered, her voice a sweet promise that had your heart skipping a beat.

The three of them got to their feet, their naked bodies moving with the grace of gazelles as they padded over to the table laden with food. The sight of them, their bare skin glowing in the candlelight, was a feast for the eyes. The contrast between their youthful beauty and the decadent spread was almost too much to handle.

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Karina, Yuna and Sullyoon sat around the table, their laughter and chatter filling the room with a warmth that seemed to banish the shadows. They picked at the pizza, the cheese stretching like a golden thread between the slices as they tore off pieces with their teeth. The sound of their bites was punctuated by the occasional clink of a bottle or glass, the alcohol adding a festive air to their post-coital banter.

The sight of them, naked and uninhibited, was a stark contrast to their polished public personas. Their bare skin was a testament to their dedication to their craft, each curve and line a story of late-night rehearsals and strict diets. Yet here they were, indulging in the simple pleasure of food and drink, the three idols allowing themselves a rare moment of relaxation.

Karina looked up from her pizza slice, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She waved a hand, gesturing for you to join them. "Come on, Oppa!" she exclaimed, her voice a playful purr. "You need to feed your stomach!”

You couldn't help but smile at her words, the formality of your earlier life feeling a million miles away. Stripped of your inhibitions, you rose from the chair, your naked body feeling surprisingly comfortable in the warm embrace of the candlelit room. You padded over to the table, your cock swaying with each step, feeling surprisingly at ease given the evening's events.

The three idols made room for you, their smiles warm and welcoming. The sight of them, naked and enjoying a casual meal, was surreal. You slid into the chair between Yuna and Sullyoon, their legs brushing against yours as you reached for a slice of pizza. The cheese was still warm, the crust crunchy and the toppings a delightful mix of sweet and savory flavors.

As you bit into the pizza, the cheese stretching between your teeth and the crust snapping with a satisfying crunch, Yuna looked at you with a knowing smile.

"Karina Unnie," she said, her voice playful and teasing, "you and Oppa look so close." She took a sip of her drink, her eyes glinting in the candlelight.

Karina's laugh was low and sultry, a sound that seemed to wrap around you like a warm blanket.

"We are, aren't we?" she said, her gaze flicking to you before returning to Yuna. "It's all thanks to that night Yujin invited me over. Who knew a simple game of 'Truth or Dare' would lead to such a delicious friendship?" Her hand reached out to give your thigh a gentle squeeze, her nails digging in just enough to make you jump.

Sullyoon's curiosity was palpable, her voice a soft whisper. "Did Oppa feel jealousy come from Yujin Unnie when you have sex with other girls?" she asked, her eyes wide and innocent.

You took a deep breath, considering her question. The truth was, you had never felt jealousy from Yujin, only encouragement and excitement. "No," you replied, your voice steady and calm. "Because Yujin was the one who suggested it first."

The room fell silent for a moment, the only sound the crackling of the fireplace. The flames danced in their eyes, reflecting their curiosity. "Really?" Sullyoon's voice was filled with wonder, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink. "But why?"

You took a deep breath, the weight of Yujin's secret pressing down on you. You had promised to keep it between the two of you, but here you were, sharing it with two more people. Yet, something about the way they looked at you made you feel like you could trust them.

"She said it was because she loves to watch," you finally murmured, your voice low and intimate. "To see the pleasure on my face when I'm with another woman."

Yuna's eyes narrowed slightly, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Is that all, Oppa?" she prodded gently.

You took a moment to consider her words, the question echoing through your mind. The truth was, you had often wondered if there was more to Yujin's suggestion than she had let on. Was it truly just for the thrill of watching, or was there something deeper, something she hadn't shared with you?

Just as you were about to respond, your phone buzzed on the table, snapping you back to reality. The screen lit up with Yujin's name as for video call, a stark reminder of the world outside this candlelit haven. You picked it up, your heart racing as you saw her name flashing.

"Hello Honey?" you answered, your voice a bit too loud in the quiet room.

"Hey, Oppa. I missed you so much," Yujin's voice was a soft melody, the sound of it making your heart skip a beat. You quickly scrambled to angle the camera away from the trio of naked idols, trying to hide Karina's leg that had been draped over yours, and the tell-tale smudges of cum on Yuna and Sullyoon's faces.

"Hey, Oppa. I missed you so much," Yujin's voice was a soft melody, the sound of it making your heart skip a beat. You quickly scrambled to angle the camera away from the trio of naked idols, trying to hide Karina's leg that had been draped over yours, and the tell-tale smudges of cum on Yuna and Sullyoon's faces.

"I missed you too, Yujin," you said, trying to keep your voice steady. "How was your day?"

Her smile was bright, but there was a hint of something else in her eyes.

"It was busy, but I can't wait to tell you all about it when I get home." She leaned closer to the screen, her eyes scanning the background. "Is everything okay there?"

You swallowed hard, the lie sticking in your throat.

"Yeah," you said, a bit too quickly. "Just hanging out."

You hoped the shadows would obscure the three naked figures behind you, their legs intertwined and their eyes glinting with the promise of more to come.

Yuna and Sullyoon had gone silent, their eyes wide as they watched you fumble through the call with Yujin. They knew the game was up, the secret out in the open. Karina, ever the cool customer, took a bite of her pizza as if nothing was amiss, a smug smile playing on her lips. She had known all along that Yujin would find out eventually.

Suddenly, Yuna's hand shot out, deftly plucking the phone from your grasp. She held it up to her face, her cheeky grin widening. "Hey, Yujin?" she greeted, her voice bubbly and carefree, as if she were just calling to chat about the weather.

Panic surged through you as she turned the phone's camera towards Karina and Sullyoon, their naked forms now on full display for Yujin. Karina, ever the opportunist, took a playful bite of her pizza, giving a cheeky wave as if she were on a live broadcast. Sullyoon's eyes went wide with a mix of shock and excitement, her cheeks still glistening with your cum.

"Oh, Yuna and Sullyoon," Yujin's voice was measured, her eyes widening slightly at the sight before her. "What a surprise to see you both there." The screen froze for a beat, the weight of the unspoken hanging heavy in the air.

Karina leaned in, her hand snaking out to pluck the phone from yours. She held it up with the casual confidence of someone who knew exactly how to handle a situation like this.

"I brought them over to entertain him," she said, her voice a sultry purr that sent shivers down your spine. "He's missed you so much, Yujin. And look how lonely he is."

The camera angle shifted to show Karina's face, her lips curving into a knowing smile. The candlelight cast shadows across her cheeks, highlighting the sharp angles of her jawline and the glint in her eyes. She looked like a seductress from a film noir, her beauty both alluring and a little bit dangerous.

"They're just keeping him company while you're busy," she said, her voice a sweet lie wrapped in a velvet glove.

Yuna and Sullyoon nodded in agreement, their eyes sparkling with excitement. The tension in the room was palpable, the air thick with the scent of sex and secrets. You held your breath, waiting for Yujin's reaction.

To your surprise, she let out a laugh, her voice light and cheerful. "Well, if that's what makes Oppa happy, then I can't be mad," she said, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Thank you, girls. I'm so grateful you could keep him company while I'm busy with work."

Yuna giggled, sliding in closer to you and placing a hand on your chest. "No need to thank us, Yujin," she said, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Your boyfriend's body was worth it as payment."

Yujin's smile grew wider, a knowing glint in her eye. "I'm sure it was," she said, her voice a mix of teasing and genuine curiosity. "But if I wasn't so busy with work, I would've loved to join in on the fun."

Yuna leaned back in her chair, a wicked glint in her eye.

"Well," she began, her voice a siren's song, "why don't you watch us now?" She took the phone from Karina, her thumbs flying across the screen as she opened the camera app. "We can show you what we've been up to."

The camera switched to selfie mode, Yuna's face framing the shot. She held the phone out, angling it so that Yujin could see the three of you in all your naked glory. You felt a thrill run through you, the excitement of being caught blending with the thrill of the exhibitionist streak you hadn't known you had.

Karina leaned in, her hand appearing in the frame. She held up a small box, her smile wicked. "It's called the King Game," she explained, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Whoever gets the stick with the crown on it becomes the king, and they can order anyone to do anything."

Yujin's eyes lit up with interest. "Show me the game!" she repeated, a playful lilt to her voice. The anticipation was electric, and you could almost hear the gears turning in her mind as she took in the scene before her.

Karina, ever the showwoman, took the bait without hesitation. She grabbed the box and gave it a dramatic shake, her breasts bouncing with the motion. The sticks rattled together, the sound like a seductive whisper in the quiet room. Each ido and you leaned in, eager to see the fate that the game would bestow upon them.

You reached in first, pulling out a stick with a flourish. You got number 1, disappoint can’t be king on this turn. Karina followed, her stick sporting the number 2, a knowing smile playing on her lips. Yuna went next, her stick landing with a clatter on the table. It read number 3, and she couldn't help but look a little disappointed.

But it was Sullyoon's turn that had everyone holding their breath. She reached into the box with trembling fingers, her eyes fluttering closed as if making a silent wish. When she opened her eyes and revealed the stick, a gasp filled the room. There, gleaming in the candlelight, was a crown. "I think I am the king again, right now," she whispered, her voice a mix of excitement and shyness.

Yuna and Karina exchanged glances, their smiles growing wider. "Looks like it's your turn to order, Sullyoon," Karina said, her voice dripping with a playful challenge.

Sullyoon's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink as she looked down at her stick, the crown seemingly burning a hole in her delicate skin.

"I..." she began, her voice barely above a whisper.

She took a deep breath, her eyes flitting from one face to the next. "I want..." she paused, her teeth worrying her bottom lip.

You leaned in, your heart racing. You had no idea what she was going to say, but the anticipation was killing you. "It's okay," you reassured her, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. "You can tell us."

Sullyoon looked at you and then at Yuna and Karina, her gaze lingering on the phone screen where Yujin's face was watching with bated breath. She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the effort of speaking her desire aloud.

"I want Oppa to take my virginity," she murmured, her voice so soft it was almost lost in the crackle of the fireplace.

The room went still, the only sound the distant popping of the fire. Karina and Yuna looked at each other, their eyes wide with shock before they erupted into giggles. Karina reached out and took your hand, squeezing it gently. "You heard the king," she said, her voice filled with mirth. "You must obey."

Sullyoon's cheeks burned with a crimson blush, and she buried her face in her hands, her shoulders shaking with embarrassment. Despite the situation, you couldn't help but feel a sense of protectiveness wash over you. Taking someone's virginity was a big deal, and she had just put all her trust in you.

"You must do it with someone special," you murmured, your voice hoarse. "Not me, someone you've known for a while."

Yuna and Karina looked at you, their smiles fading into expressions of surprise. But it was Yujin's voice that filled the room, clear and strong despite the distance. "You can do it with my boyfriend, Sullyoon," she said, her words a declaration that sent a shockwave through your body.

You opened your mouth to protest, to say "But..." But Yujin cut you off before you could even form the words. "she must think you're special, Oppa," she said, her voice firm and filled with an emotion you couldn't quite place. "If she is letting youm take her first, then you must be pretty special to her."

Sullyoon peeked up at you through her fingers, her eyes shy but hopeful. You felt a swell of something in your chest, something that made your heart race and your palms sweat. You nodded slowly, feeling the weight of her gaze like a physical pressure. "Okay," you murmured. "I'll do it."

The room was silent for a beat, the tension palpable. Then Karina and Yuna broke into grins, clapping their hands together in excitement.

"Yes!" Karina exclaimed, her breasts bouncing with the motion.

"This will be a night to remember!" Yuna leaned in, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "But first, we must prepare the stage," she whispered, her voice a siren's call that had you nodding in agreement despite your racing thoughts.

They grabbed Sullyoon's hands, their grips firm and reassuring as they led her to the bedroom. The candlelight cast flickering shadows on the walls, painting their naked bodies in a dance of light and dark. The three of them looked like goddesses, their forms perfect and unblemished, their excitement infectious.

Karina and Yuna positioned Sullyoon on the edge of the bed, her legs dangling over the side. She looked up at you with a mix of anticipation and nervousness, her hand tightening around the stick that marked her as 'King'. Yuna's eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned in close to Sullyoon's ear.

"Let Unnie make sure you're all ready," she whispered, her breath hot against her skin.

Yuna's tongue was a wet, warm presence, tracing the seam of Sullyoon's folds with an expert touch that had her squirming and gasping. Karina's eyes never left your cock as she knelt before you, taking it in her hand with a sense of reverence that had you swelling in her grasp. She leaned in, her breath hot and moist, and took you into her mouth with a hunger that was almost overwhelming.

Her eyes looked up at you, filled with a fiery determination that sent shivers down your spine.

As she bobbed her head, her cheeks hollowing with each suck, she whispered, "Let me lubricate your cock, Oppa." Her tongue swirled around the tip, her teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, her movements a masterful dance that had your blood singing in your veins.

Yuna pulled away from Sullyoon with a wet pop, a satisfied smirk on her face. "All ready for you," she announced, her mouth glistening. You could see the shine of arousal on Sullyoon's inner thighs and the way she bit her lip, trying to hold in a whimper.

"Don't be too rough with her, Oppa," Karina whispered, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she released her grip on your cock. She gave it a final, playful lick before standing up, her own excitement palpable in the air. "It's her first time, remember?"

Yuna nodded in agreement, her eyes never leaving Sullyoon's face. "The fresh and tight pussy waiting for you, Oppa," she said, her voice a seductive purr.

Together, they positioned themselves on either side of the young idol, their bodies a stark contrast to her shyness. With gentle hands, they spread her legs wider, exposing the treasure between them to your hungry gaze.

Sullyoon's pussy was indeed a sight to behold. Plump and pink, it looked like a fresh, ripe peach waiting to be plucked. Her arousal was clear, a glistening sheen that coated her inner thighs and the swollen folds of her sex. You felt a jolt of desire, mixed with a hint of nerves, knowing that you were about to claim something so precious from her.

You looked at the camera, Yujin's eyes watching intently, her voice a soft chant of encouragement in your ear. "Finally, you get to fuck a virgin," she murmured, the excitement in her tone making your pulse race.

You positioned yourself between Sullyoon's legs, her eyes never leaving yours. She looked so small and vulnerable, but there was a spark in her gaze that told you she was ready for this, ready to take the leap with you by her side. You aligned yourself with her drenched entrance, feeling her heat against your cock.

As you began to push into her, you felt the resistance of her virginity, her tightness gripping you like a vice. You took a deep breath and paused, giving her a moment to adjust. Her eyes widened and her mouth formed a silent 'o' as she felt the pressure. Karina and Yuna noticed her discomfort, and without missing a beat, they leaned in, capturing her nipples between their eager lips.

The sight of their mouths moving in unison on her breasts was almost too much to handle, and you watched, transfixed, as their tongues swirled and their teeth gently tugged. Sullyoon's expression shifted from pain to one of bliss, her eyes glazed over with pleasure. Her body began to relax, and with a gentle push, you felt yourself sliding in further.

Her moans grew louder, the sound music to your ears as you filled her completely. She was so tight, her warmth enveloping you, her walls clenching around your shaft. Karina and Yuna continued to suckle on her nipples, their heads moving in perfect harmony, their eyes locked on yours. You could feel the connection between all four of you, a bond formed in this most intimate of moments.

With each thrust, you watched Sullyoon's face, her eyes fluttering closed as she focused on the sensation of you inside her. You could see the pain giving way to pleasure, the tension in her body slowly dissipating as she grew used to the feeling of being filled. Her breathing grew ragged, matching yours, and you knew she was ready for more.

Sullyoon gasped as saying to you," Mmmph... Move a little faster Oppa, please".

You took hold of her thighs, your fingers digging into her soft flesh as you began to move faster, her gasps turning into moans. Karina and Yuna didn't miss a beat, their mouths still locked on her breasts, their bodies writhing in sync with your movements. The room was filled with the sounds of wet flesh slapping together and muffled cries of pleasure.

Sullyoon's eyes remained closed, her head thrown back, her mouth open in a silent scream as you pushed into her, feeling the resistance give way. With one final, powerful thrust, you felt the give of her barrier, the pop of her virginity. She tensed up, her nails digging into the bedsheets, and then she was melting again, her body a pliable doll beneath yours.

On the video call, Yujin let out a squeal of delight. "Finally, someone got to pop that cherry!" she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. You watched in amazement as a crimson smear appeared on your cock, a stark reminder of the gift you'd just been given.

Yuna looked up at you from her position beside the bed, a wicked smile on her face. "Congratulations, Sully," she said, her voice filled with a sense of triumph. "You're a woman now."

Sullyoon nodded weakly, her body still trembling from the intense experience. Karina pulled away from her nipple, her smile smug as she licked her lips. "How does it feel to break someone's virginity, Oppa?" she asked, her eyes gleaming with amusement.

"It's great," you murmured, still trying to process the sensation. It was indeed your first time taking someone's innocence, and the gravity of the moment was not lost on you. As you recall Yujin and Karina, there are no longer virgins before meet you.

With her eyes still closed, and her voice a soft purr. "I guess you are still hard, so you can continue it, Oppa," Sullyoon said, her words barely a whisper. You felt her walls contract around you, a silent invitation to keep going.

So you did. You leaned over her, your cock still buried deep inside her, and kissed her softly. Her mouth opened under yours, her tongue tentatively meeting yours. It was a kiss filled with wonder, with the taste of new beginnings and shared secrets. Karina and Yuna watched, their own hunger clear in their eyes, but they allowed you two to have this moment.

They stepped back, giving you space, but their hands never strayed far from your bodies. Karina's fingers traced patterns on your back, while Yuna's hand rested gently on Sullyoon's thigh, her thumb stroking the sensitive flesh. The air was thick with desire, but it was the tenderness of the moment that took center stage.

As you kissed her, you could feel Sullyoon's body begin to respond again. Her hips started to move with yours, her legs wrapping around your waist, pulling you deeper. You picked up the pace, your thrusts growing stronger, more confident. Each time you slammed into her, she gasped into your mouth, her nails digging into your shoulders.

The innocent, pure image of Sullyoon from her music videos and stage performances was nowhere to be seen. In its place was a woman lost in the throes of passion, her moans filling the room like a siren's call. Her body was no longer that of an untouched idol but a vessel for wanton bliss, eager to be filled and pleasured. It was a side of her that the public would never see, a side reserved only for the most intimate of moments, like this one.

Her eyes fluttered open, meeting yours with a look that was equal parts lust and adoration.

"Do you like being fucked by me?" you murmured against her lips, feeling your cock pulse inside her tight, velvety warmth.

She nodded, her voice a needy whine. "Yes, Oppa," she panted. "I like it when you treat me like a... like a cheap slut."

The words were like a drug, sending a jolt of pure desire through your system. You pulled back, grabbing her ankles and hoisting her legs onto your shoulders. With a savage grin, you plunged into her again, her wetness coating your cock as you claimed her over and over. Her walls clenched around you, trying to hold you inside her, but you were merciless. You pulled out almost all the way before slamming back in, watching her face contort with pleasure and pain.

Her eyes rolled back in her head, and you could see her body was on the brink. The muscles in her thighs tightened, and her breaths grew more ragged. "Please more, Oppa," she begged, her voice a desperate whine. "I think I will cum."

Grinning, you took the hint and wrapped your hand firmly around her waist. You pulled her closer to the edge of the bed, aligning her pussy with your cock perfectly. You then leaned into her, your chest pressing into hers, feeling her heart hammering against you. With a fierce look in your eyes, you began to thrust into her with an intensity that sent shockwaves through her body.

With a final, powerful thrust, you felt her body tense, her back arching off the bed. "I'm cumming!" she screamed, her voice breaking with the force of her orgasm. Her juices spurted around your cock, a fountain of passion that seemed to go on forever.

Her body continued to quiver and convulse around you as she rode the waves of pleasure. Her pussy clamped down, milking you, urging you to follow suit. But you held back, watching her with a mix of fascination and arousal as she came down from her high.

When she finally stilled, panting and sweaty, she looked up at you with a gasp and a weak smile. "You still didn't come yet, Oppa," she said, her voice a breathless pant. "You can cum on my face, since I'm safe now."

Karina and Yuna were quick to respond, closing in on you with hungry looks in their eyes.

"Let me help you, Oppa," Karina offered, her hand sliding down your chest to wrap around your still-hard cock.

She stroked it with a gentle, practiced touch that had you groaning.

Yuna, ever the eager participant, leaned in closer, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Let me taste Sullyoon's juice on your cock, Oppa," she whispered, her voice a seductive purr.

You watched as she leaned in, her pink tongue flicking out to lick a bead of Sullyoon's arousal from the tip of your shaft. The sensation was electric, making you twitch with pleasure.

Karina took over, her hand moving in a steady rhythm as she watched your reactions closely. Her grip tightened, her movements faster, her thumb flicking over the sensitive spot just under the head of your cock. You moaned, your hips bucking involuntarily as the pressure built up inside you. The sight of Yuna eagerly waiting for her turn only made it more intense.

Then, Yuna leaned in, her mouth open, and took over from Karina. Her mouth was hot and wet, her tongue swirling around your cock like it was the most delicious treat she'd ever tasted. She took you deep, her throat tightening around you, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked with everything she had. You could feel the orgasm building, your balls tightening with the promise of release.

"I am cumming," you groaned, unable to hold back anymore.

And just as the words left your mouth, Yuna draw herself form your cock and it exploded. Thick, white ropes of cum shot out, painting Sullyoon's face with your essence. She gasped, her eyes wide with shock before she broke into a fit of giggles, her hands flying to her face to catch the warm jets. Yuna pulled back, her own face spattered with your seed, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

The sticky warmth of your cum was a stark contrast against the porcelain perfection of Sullyoon's face, a carnival of passion painted in stark white. Karina took the lead, her tongue tracing the path of your release, licking it from her cheek and down to her neck. Yuna watched, her eyes gleaming with excitement, before she claimed her share, her lips wrapping around the cum-covered nipple and sucking greedily.

Sullyoon's giggles turned to moans as she felt the warm, wet trails of your release being cleaned from her skin by her friends' eager tongues. Karina's eyes met yours, her mouth curling into a sultry smile as she offered a finger coated in your cum to Yuna. The older idol took it between her teeth, sucking it clean before passing it back to Karina, who in turn brought it to Sullyoon mouth.

The sticky exchange was filled with a playful intimacy that had you even harder than before. They were a unit now, a trio of desire that had shared something truly special. When they were done cleaning her up, they turned their attention to you, their eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Let's play another round, Oppa," Karina suggested, her voice a sweet promise of more to come. "But this time, it's just me and Yuna. Sully seems a bit... occupied." She winked at you, her hand stroking your thigh with a knowing smirk.

You looked back at the screen, where Yujin sat, her blouse unbuttoned, and her skirt hiked up to reveal her lacey black lingerie. Her hand was hidden from view, but the way her eyes darkened and her breath hitched told you all you needed to know. She was definitely touching herself, watching you take her friend's innocence.

"You and Sullyoon looked so hot together," she murmured, her voice thick with arousal. "I couldn't help but imagine being there with you, feeling what she feels." She paused for a moment, her hand moving beneath the fabric of her panties.

Yuna's voice snapped you out of your daze, and you turned to see her holding the King's Game box with a wicked smile.

"Let's play again, Oppa," she said, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

She gave the box a shake, and the sticks inside rattled like a promise of more debauchery to come. Karina and You waiting with anticipation.

The stick with the crown emerged from the box, and Yuna plucked it out, her smile widening. "I am the king right now," she announced triumphantly, waving the stick in the air.

A thrill shot through you as she stepped closer, the power of the game changing hands yet again.

"I want Oppa to take my virgin hole," she announced, her cheeks flushing a dark shade of red. "Since my pussy has been taken, it's only one that you claim my ass as your own."

The room grew quiet, the anticipation thick as you took in the sight before you. Yuna's offer was bold and unmistakable.

Your gaze was drawn to the pink, puckered hole between her cheeks, a place so tight and untouched that the mere thought of it had your cock pulsing with need. You knew that anal was something she had been saving for someone special, and the fact that she was willing to share this with you was both an honor and a thrill.

Suddenly Yuna ask to Karina," Unnie. Could your rim my ass and make sure lubricate well"

Karina chuckled, a glint in her eye as she took the stick from Yuna with a knowing smile. "Of course, my majestic," she said, her tone playful as she gave Yuna's rounded ass a light spank.

Yuna squealed and giggled, the sound echoing in the room and adding to the sexual tension.

Without wasting another moment, Karina got to her knees behind Yuna, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She leaned in close, her breath hot against the sensitive skin of Yuna's backside. You watched as her tongue snaked out, tracing the line of Yuna's spine from the base of her neck all the way down to the top of her ass crack. Yuna's body shivered in anticipation, her legs trembling slightly.

Karina's tongue dipped lower, swirling around the tight ring of muscle that was Yuna's anus. You could see her tongue push gently against the opening, teasing and coaxing it open. Yuna's cheeks reddened further, her moans growing louder with each caress. She leaned back slightly, pushing her ass into Karina's face, silently begging for more.

"Your taste not bad," Karina murmured, her voice muffled by the flesh she was worshipping.

She licked around the edges of the hole, her tongue delving deeper with each pass. You could see the muscles in Yuna's ass clench and unclench, her body responding to the sensual onslaught.

Finally, Karina pulled away, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand with a smug smile.

"Now, let's see if you can handle the main course," she said, patting Yuna's cheek gently.

She looked back at you, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Are you ready to take her ass, Oppa?"

You nodded, getting closer to Yuna, your cock throbbing with anticipation. You could see the shine of her arousal on your shaft, a testament to her effectiveness. Karina's finger was still lodged inside her, spreading her open, making sure she was ready for what was to come. You positioned yourself behind her, the tip of your cock poised at the entrance to her untouched realm.

Yuna took a deep breath and pushed back, the head of your cock breaching her tight sphincter with a soft pop. She let out a whimper, but it was quickly swallowed by a moan as you began to push in further. Her ass was so tight, the sensation was almost unbearable, like nothing you had ever felt before. You took it slow, inch by inch, feeling her body stretch and accommodate you.

Her walls were like a vise, squeezing you with every movement, the resistance making your every thrust feel like a victory. You watched her face in the mirror, her eyes screwed shut and her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure and pain. The sight of her taking you in was almost too much to handle, your own body straining with the need to go deeper.

Suddenly, Yujin's voice pierced the silence, her eyes never leaving the screen.

"Oh... Yuna, you're so lucky," she murmured, her hand moving faster between her legs. "Look how deep Oppa's cock goes into your ass. It's so... mesmerizing."

Her eyes were glazed over with lust, her cheeks flushed as she watched you claim another one of her friends.

You looked up at the monitor, meeting Yujin's gaze in the reflection. Her hand was buried in her panties, her fingers moving in a blur as she watched you take Yuna's anal virginity. The sight of her masturbating to your shared experience only heightened your arousal, making your movements more erratic.

Karina couldn't resist joining in, her voice teasing and sultry. "It seems like someone is missing Oppa's cock," she said, her eyes flickering to the screen.

Yujin's cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red, but she didn't deny it.

"Yeah," she admitted with a whine, her voice filled with longing. "I miss feeling you in me... in my ass." Her hand moved faster, her eyes never leaving the scene unfolding before her.

Karina took your phone with a knowing smile, her thumb swiping the screen to bring the camera closer to the action. She angled it so that Yujin could see every detail, every stretch and clench as your cock moved in and out of Yuna's tight ass.

"Look, Yujin," Karina whispered, her voice filled with a teasing lilt. "Look how much your Oppa's cock stretches out Yuna's little hole."

On the screen, Yujin's eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat as she took in the explicit scene. You could see her hand move faster between her legs, the fabric of her panties wet with her desire. "It's so... big," she murmured, her voice tight with arousal.

The sound of your cock sliding in and out of Yuna's ass filled the room, a wet, sloppy symphony of pleasure. The smack of skin against skin was punctuated by Yuna's guttural moans and whimpers, each one more needy than the last. Yuna's body was a canvas of sweat and passion, her breasts bouncing with every thrust.

With a sudden jolt, she looked into the mirror, meeting your eyes with a fierce determination. "Pull my hair," she demanded, her voice strained. "Pull it like a ponytail and fuck me harder."

It was clear she was putting on a show for Yujin, eager to satisfy her friend's voyeuristic desires.

You obliged, grabbing a fistful of her hair and giving it a gentle tug. She gasped, her eyes fluttering closed as your grip tightened. "More," she begged. "Harder."

You complied, using your hold on her hair to pull her back onto your cock, your thrusts becoming more forceful and primal. The sound of your bodies slapping together filled the room, mingling with Yuna's cries of pleasure.

Her eyes rolled back in her head, her tongue lolling out like a delirious doll's. Her body was a symphony of ecstasy, each note hitting a crescendo with every plunge of your cock into her tight, quivering hole. The sight of her in such an abandoned state of pleasure was almost too much to bear, but you held on, reveling in her complete surrender to the moment.

Karina, ever the eager participant, took the cue. She slithered over to the bed, her eyes never leaving Yuna's contorted face. With a sly smile, she slid her finger into Yuna's dripping wet pussy alongside your cock. Yuna's eyes snapped open, a gasp escaping her as she felt the added intrusion. The sensation was exquisite, a perfect balance of pleasure and pain.

You watched as Karina began to pump her finger in and out, her mouth hovering just above Yuna's clit. The smell of her arousal filled the room, making your head swim. Yuna's moans grew louder, her body tightening around your cock. You could feel her getting closer and closer to the edge, her inner walls fluttering like the wings of a trapped butterfly.

"I think I'm going to cum," Yuna gasped out, her eyes squeezed shut as she focused on the sensations building within her. Her voice was a mix of agony and ecstasy, a sweet symphony that had your cock pulsing with the need to release.

"Let's do it together," you grunted, your voice a deep, guttural rumble that seemed to resonate through the air.

With a final, powerful thrust, you both reached the pinnacle together.

"I'm coming," you both moaned in unison, the words echoing through the room like a declaration of war.

Yuna's body went rigid, her ass clamping down on your cock as she shattered into a million pieces of pure pleasure. Her orgasm washed over her, a tsunami that seemed to go on forever as her pussy clenched around Karina's finger.

At the same time, you felt your own release building, a volcano ready to erupt. Yuna's ass was like a vice around you, her muscles spasming as she came. As you withdrew, the sight was almost too much to bear. Thick ropes of your cum shot out of her ass, painting the bed and Karina's hand in a sticky, white mess. The feeling of her tightness gripping you as you emptied yourself inside her was indescribable, a high that only grew as you watched the aftermath. The white substance floated in the air for a moment, a testament to the intensity of your climax, before it began to dribble down the inside of her thighs, creating a river of desire that pooled on the sheets beneath her.

Yuna collapsed on the bed, her body boneless and trembling. Her asshole was still pulsing around your now-softening cock, making wet, gasping sounds with every exhale. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes glazed over with a look of pure satisfaction. The sight was almost comical, but the reality was anything but. You had just claimed another piece of her, a part of her that no one else had ever touched.

Karina, ever the showwoman, held the phone up to Yuna's gaping hole, her voice a siren's call to Yujin on the other side of the screen. "Look, Yujin," she purred, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Look how much Oppa's cum is inside Yuna's ass."

With a grin, she scooped up a thick, white lump with her finger, holding it up to the camera for inspection. It glistened in the low light, a testament to the rawness of the moment. Yuna's eyes widened in shock, but there was a spark of excitement in them that told you she was loving every second of it.

Karina leaned in, her tongue snaking out to taste the sticky treat. She closed her eyes and let out a contented moan, savoring the flavor before speaking. "Yujin-ah, it's delicious," she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. She turned the phone towards her mouth, showing Yuna's ass still gaping open, and licked her finger clean.

"You should try it next time."

On the monitor, Yujin's eyes went wide, her breath hitching in her throat as she watched Karina's lewd display. Her hand, still buried in her panties, stilled momentarily before she pulled out her glistening fingers. She brought them to her mouth, the taste of her own juices mingling with the aftermath of your shared climax. Her eyes never left the screen, and she took a deep, shaky breath before speaking.

"Oh, my god," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "That was so hot." She licked her lips, her gaze flickering between you, Yuna's gaping hole, and Karina's smug smile. "I can't believe you did that." There was a mix of shock and envy in her voice, but the underlying current was pure, undeniable arousal.

Karina took the stick from the box, her eyes never leaving Yujin's face. "Looks like Sullyoon, Yuna, and Oppa's energy seems drained after their steamy intercourse," she said, her voice thick with innuendo. She winked at the screen, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "But don't worry, Yujin. There's still more to come."

The tension in the room was palpable as Karina took charge, her confidence growing with every beat of your racing heart. "The game isn't over," she announced, her grip tightening around the stick with the crown. "But since Oppa, Yuna, and Sullyoon seem to be... otherwise occupied," she glanced at the trio on the bed, their bodies tangled in a mess of limbs and desire, "that makes me the king for now."

With a playful smirk, she straddled your thigh, her lithe body moving with the grace of a cat. She leaned in, her breath hot and sweet against your cheek.

You felt something small and firm press against your lips, and before you could react, she whispered, "Open," and you did.

The pill slid into your mouth, and you swallowed it without question, the sudden act of submission sending a jolt of excitement through you.

"What is it?" you managed to ask, your voice hoarse from the intensity of the evening's activities.

Karina's smile grew wider, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "It's an elixir," she said, her voice a sultry purr. "It will give you the strength to keep up with us for the rest of the night."

With that, she began to grind her wet pussy against your now-throbbing cock, her movements slow and deliberate. Each stroke sent a fresh wave of arousal through your body, making it even more difficult to resist the urge to plunge back inside one of them. You felt the pill dissolve in your stomach, the warmth spreading through your veins like liquid fire.

In no time, the room began to spin, the edges of your vision blurring. Your heart raced as a surge of energy coursed through you, making every nerve ending feel like it was on fire. You could feel your cock growing harder and thicker, the blood rushing to it like a river to the sea.

" My order is I challenge you to beat me and conquer me and own my body".Karina's challenge was like a siren's song, calling forth the beast within you. You grabbed her hips, pulling her closer until you were eye to eye.

"Is that what you want?" you asked, your voice thick with lust. She nodded, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "But it wouldn't be easy," she whispered, her voice a seductive purr that sent shivers down your spine. “because I will fight back."

Without another word, you flipped her onto her back, your hands pinning her wrists to the bed. She didn't resist, instead arching her back to give you better access to her body. Her legs wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer as you claimed her mouth in a bruising kiss. Your tongues danced together, a battle for dominance that she seemed to be losing with every passing second.

Her breaths grew shallower, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to keep up with your passionate onslaught. But Karina was never one to be easily tamed. With a sudden twist of her body, she had you on your back, her legs straddling your chest, her wet pussy just out of reach. She grinned down at you, her eyes gleaming with the thrill of the chase.

You reached up, wrapping your arms around her waist, trying to pull her down onto you, but she was too quick. She danced out of your grasp, her hips gyrating in a mesmerizing pattern that had your cock standing at attention once more. She was like a nymph, teasing and tempting, her body a weapon of pure seduction.

"Looks like someone's desperate," Karina teased, her voice like a whip cracking through the air. She knew just how to push your buttons, how to drive you wild with need. And she was enjoying every second of it.

You growled, a low, animalistic sound that rumbled through your chest. It was a sound you had never made before, a sound that seemed to come from some deep, primal part of you that had been unlocked by the pill and the intensity of the night. It was a sound that said you were ready to claim what was yours, ready to conquer and conquer again.

With a swift move, you pinned Karina's arm above her head, holding her in place with a grip that was firm and rough. Her eyes widened in surprise, then narrowed with challenge. You could see the fire in them, the need to struggle, to fight back. But she didn't. Instead, she leaned into you, her body arching up to meet yours as you brought your lips to her neck.

You bit down, hard, feeling the soft flesh give way to the pressure of your teeth. A deep groan vibrated through her, her body tensing as you marked her. The scent of her arousal grew stronger, her skin flushing under your touch. The sound of her breath grew ragged, punctuated by the occasional gasp as you trailed kisses along her neck, leaving a trail of fire in your wake.

You bit down, hard, feeling the soft flesh give way to the pressure of your teeth. A deep groan vibrated through her, her body tensing as you marked her. The scent of her arousal grew stronger, her skin flushing under your touch. The sound of her breath grew ragged, punctuated by the occasional gasp as you trailed kisses along her neck, leaving a trail of fire in your wake.

Her nipple was a hard pebble, the peak of her desire. You took it into your mouth, sucking hard as your hand found her other breast. Your fingers pinched and pulled, the contrast of pleasure and pain making her squirm beneath you. You could feel her body begging for more, her hips grinding against the sheets as she sought the friction she craved.

With a sudden jolt of strength, Karina bucked her hips, throwing you off balance. You rolled onto your back, and she was on top of you before you could recover. She straddled your chest, her pussy hovering just out of reach of your eager mouth.

"I told you I'd fight back," she said, her voice filled with the thrill of victory.

Her eyes were wild, her pupils dilated with desire as she positioned herself over your cock.

"Can you handle this?" she challenged, her voice a seductive whisper that sent a shiver down your spine.

With a swift, deliberate move, she impaled herself on you, her tight pussy engulfing you in a warm, wet embrace. You gasped at the sudden sensation, your hands instinctively reaching for her hips to keep her from pulling away.

Karina's walls were like a vice, squeezing you tightly as she began to move, her hips rolling and grinding against yours in a dance as old as time. It was as if she was trying to devour you whole, to claim every inch of you with her body. Her right hand came down, her fingers digging into your chest as she took control, her movements growing more erratic with every passing second.

You could feel the stickiness of her sweat on your skin, her body moving in a blur as she rode you like a master bull rider, holding on for dear life. Her nails raked across your chest, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. But you didn't mind the pain. It was a sweet agony that only served to fuel the flames of your desire, making you want her even more.

With each bounce, her tight pussy clamped down on you like a vice, never letting your cock slip out. The sensation was exquisite, a delicious torture that had you panting and begging for more. Her hips moved in a mesmerizing rhythm, her wetness coating you in a warm, sticky embrace that only made you harder.

"Your cock never disappoints me, Oppa," Karina moaned, her voice filled with wanton bliss. "Oh God, yes!" She leaned back.

Her words were like a match to dry kindling. In the haze of desire and the aftermath of the elixir, your mind was a whirlwind of primal instinct. You watched as she rode you, her breasts bouncing with every bounce, her hair a cascade of ink against the ceiling. The room faded into the background, the only thing that mattered was the feel of her pussy, the tight, slick embrace that threatened to consume you.

Yet, the corner of your eye caught a glimpse of the video call, still active, still broadcasting the live feed of Yujin's own solo performance. She had pulled out a dildo, a toy that mirrored the size and shape of your cock, and was fucking herself with it, her moans growing increasingly slutty as she watched you claim Karina. Her eyes were hooded with lust, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure that seemed to echo through the room.

But you couldn't focus on that, not when Karina was grinding herself down on you, her pussy so tight and wet that it was all you could do to keep from exploding right there and then. Your focus was on the slick heat that surrounded your cock, the way her body moved in perfect sync with yours. Her moans grew louder, her hips moving faster, and you knew that she was close.

"I'm cumming," Karina gasped, her voice a desperate cry that sent a shiver down your spine. She bounced on you a few more times, her pussy clenching and releasing in a frantic rhythm that had your eyes rolling back in your head. And then, with a final, desperate thrust, she came.

Her walls tightened around you like a vice, her juices spurting forth in a hot geyser that soaked you both. It was a sight to behold, a testament to the power of female pleasure. The room echoed with her screams, the sound of your cock being drenched in her desire. Her pussy convulsed around you, her orgasm a symphony of pleasure that seemed to go on forever.

But you weren't done. With the elixir burning through your veins, you had the strength of a hundred men, and you used it to your advantage. You flipped Karina onto her stomach, her legs spread wide as you sank back into her, filling her up once again. She groaned into the pillow, her body trembling from the force of her climax. Yet, she arched her back, pushing her ass up to meet your hips, silently begging for more.

"Please Oppa," she whimpered, her voice barely a whisper. "Slow down, I'm so sensitive." But the desperation in her tone didn't match the need in her eyes. They gleamed with a hunger that was insatiable, a hunger that you were more than willing to feed.

Your grip on her hips tightened, your thrusts becoming more punishing. You could feel the beast inside you take over, the primal need to claim and conquer. You didn't listen to her pleas for mercy; instead, you reveled in the power you had over her. You watched her face contort with each brutal thrust, her moans morphing from pleasure to something darker, something more primal.

Karina's eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth hanging open with a tongue that danced and twitched in time with your movements. Saliva pooled at the corner of her mouth, a sign of her complete and utter surrender. Her body was no longer her own; it was a vessel for your pleasure, a playground for your desires. Her breaths grew shallow, her chest heaving as she took every inch of you without protest.

With one final, brutal thrust, you felt your release building, a pressure that grew and grew until it could no longer be contained. You buried your cock as deep as it would go, the head of it touching the very gates of her womb, and let out a guttural growl that seemed to shake the very foundations of the room.

"Ahh......"

With one final, primal growl, you felt your cock swell and throb within Karina's tight pussy. A white-hot explosion of pleasure ripped through you, sending a torrent of cum deep inside her. You felt it fill her, flooding her, a warm, sticky declaration of your dominance and desire. Her walls spasmed around you, her own orgasm triggered by the intense feeling of you coming undone inside her.

As the waves of pleasure began to subside, your body collapsed onto hers, your energy draining away like sand through an hourglass. Your muscles turned to jelly, and the room spun around you in a kaleidoscope of color. You were vaguely aware of the sticky mess you had created, your cum melding with her wetness to paint her back in a pattern of raw, carnally driven need.

But through the haze of euphoria, a flicker of movement caught the corner of your eye. You turned your head with a groan, the effort feeling like a Herculean task. The screen of your phone glowed softly, reflecting Yujin's flushed face and the blur of her own handiwork. You watched as she pulled the dildo out of her pussy with a gasp, her eyes never leaving the sight of your spent body on top of Karina.

Then, a shadow fell over the screen, and a hand, not Yujin's, reached into the frame, grabbing the toy with a smirk. The hand was unmistakably male, and the arm it belonged to was painted with Tatoo. You couldn't see the face, but the energy, the presence was unmistakable. It was someone new.

Everything went blank. The world around you faded to darkness, leaving you suspended in a void of pleasure-induced oblivion. Your senses reeled, unable to process the sudden absence of sound, smell, and touch. Your heart hammered in your chest, a solitary drum in the silence of the night.

When you opened your eyes again, it was to the gentle kiss of the early morning sun. The curtains of your apartment were drawn aside, allowing the first light of day to stream in and bathe the room in a soft, golden glow. The space around you was pristine, not a single item out of place. The bed sheets looked fresh and untouched, and the scent of clean laundry wafted through the air. It was as if the previous night's events had been nothing more than a vivid, erotic dream.

But as your senses sharpened, you felt the ache in your muscles, the stickiness between your legs, and the faint scent of sex that clung to the air like a lover's perfume. You sat up, your eyes searching the room for any sign of the night's activities, and found yourself face to face with Yuna. She was dressed in an oversized t-shirt and a pair of shorts, her hair a wild tangle from sleep. In her arms, she carried a tray laden with coffee cups and a plate of sandwiches.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," she said with a knowing smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I thought you might need this after... everything."

She set the tray down on the bedside table, her gaze lingering on your naked chest before she handed you a cup of steaming coffee. The rich scent filled your nose, jolting your brain to full consciousness.

You took a sip, the bitter warmth spreading through your body like a balm. "Where are the other girls?" you managed to ask, your voice still rough from the night's activities.

Yuna's smile grew sadder, a hint of regret in her eyes. "Karina and Sullyoon had to leave early," she said softly. "They had schedules to keep."

But the mention of last night brought back a flood of memories, and you couldn't help but grin.

"Yeah," you agreed, your eyes meeting hers. "Last night was Hot and wild."

And with that, the giggling started. It was the kind of laugh that came from deep in the belly, a laugh that was part joy, part relief, part disbelief.

You both sat there on the edge of the bed, sipping coffee and nibbling on sandwiches, sharing the intimate details of what had transpired. Yuna's cheeks flushed with every new revelation, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and excitement. It was clear she had enjoyed herself just as much as you had, and the camaraderie between you grew stronger with every shared look.

But as the laughter and stories began to die down, Yuna's expression grew more serious. She placed a gentle hand on your arm, her touch sending a warm current through your body. "Oppa," she began, her voice barely above a whisper. "There's something I need to tell you."

You looked at her, your eyes searching hers for any hint of what was to come. Her gaze was steady, a flicker of something unreadable playing in their depths. "What is it, Yuna?"

“..........”, you eyes wide by Yuna’s word.

The End.

[boundlesssageuprising]

champagne problems (ft. Karina) ; pt.1

fem reader x karina

14k words

(dumb dating advice, public sex, cam girl stuff, strap-ons, age difference, existential crisis, family issues, money talks/struggles, some mis/communication?, subby subby [:uppies:], cameos from multiple gg's [read for surprises], pt.2!!!! :] )

“You’re sure about this, right?” you ask Karina, clutching her arm as she walks you through the hotel. “I dunno, everything just looks so fancy.” 

“Doesn’t have to be here.” She muses, inhaling your hair and kissing a knuckle. “We could go somewhere else if you’d like.” 

“And you’d be willing to splurge money on me-” 

“Because I want to.” 

(It’s a wonderful exchange of communication: where the offers are tempting and impressions have been made. Nothing could possibly get complicated between the two of you before this interaction.

Spoiler alert: the plot goes sideways so quickly before you realize it.) 

–

A part of your brain starts to wonder: well, shit. how the fuck am I getting another dinner with someone I barely met? 

(Opportunities like these aren’t difficult to come by, especially for those struggling to make ends meet. 

If there was a pedigree in that regard - you, my friend, would be the cream of the crop.) 

–

Instead, let’s lay it out this way. 

–

You keep rolling your eyes at Jang Wonyoung, who continues to laugh at you while she lays out the overlooked proposition: 

“The dating app itself isn’t a bad idea. If you really stop thinking for a second, you’d be making money.” 

This isn’t the first time you’re hearing the money convos from her, and it certainly won’t be the last time you decide to listen either. 

“Money,” you say, eyeing your best friend who’s treating herself to the assorted makeup items in your box, tossing a color back having no care - which is how she usually is with most things in her life. “Don’t you think that’s related to sex-” 

“Sex work?” 

“Yeah, that.” 

“Sort of, but-” 

“Why the hell would I do that?” 

“You’re too close-minded,” Wonyoung tsks in correction. “Point being: you’re a sugar baby. That’s what it’s called. Honestly, it could be worse. Sex is only half the conversation; maybe the company is all they need. They take and treat you out for dinner and that’s it. Exclusivity isn’t even supposed to be an afterthought.” 

“You sound like you’ve done this before.” You tell her flatly. 

“Who, me?” Wonyoung snorts. “Pfft, of course not. But I’ve heard good things about it online.” She looks up at her fingers and shifts her gaze to you. “I’m not telling you to do it; but if you’re looking to get some paper in your pockets, the option’s there. You won’t know until you try.” 

There she goes - her underlying pretense which leads to more and more misfortune - as always, with a peaked brow and a soft sigh of defeat. Wonyoung pretends to let things go, but deep down she knows you’ll come back around to reconsider. 

Your phone buzzes on the bed and that changes your attention instantly. Among the messages between your tutoring gig to the rescinded application of the restaurant Wonyoung insisted not to work at, her face goes smug and she has a good guess as to who’s texting: 

attitude diva: shoot’s ready. where r u? 😔

attitude diva: you better not leave me alone with just my hands tonight 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🫠🫠

Wonyoung clicks her tongue, “Is that who I think it is?” 

You completely ignore her question and slip on your sweats and hoodie at the door. “Let me think about it, okay? Then I’ll see where I stand with the offer.” 

“If you really need it, then Yujin wouldn’t be on top of you in ten minutes-” 

Unfortunately, you don’t hear the rest of Wonyoung’s plea - nor bear the mind to wave her off into the sweet breeze of the night. 

–

They should’ve put this on the pamphlets, talk about it on the campus tours, hear it from a random professor on their way to class - the pursuits people fall into within the four-to-five years of obtaining their degree; using their education for bigger endeavours and typical jazz to reel in more students, implement numbers on graphs and personal destinies with some meaning behind them. Amongst the pack, you’re ambitious in one part - mostly lazy on the other, but willing to get by any means necessary without putting too much effort into the work required. Cutting corners, essentially. Because who wouldn’t? 

(Take Jang Wonyoung for example: 

Yes, she’s got the looks, fashion brands lining up to sign a deal with her when the time is right; even her brains is also a plus -  if she feels like it - she wants to waste her time paying no care  pleasing her peers with her smiles and light-hearted pick me demeanor (if she deems you worthy of getting to know her). 

In short: She’s the kind of girl you’d want to be close with from the get-go. Someone to stay by your side through thick and thin when the balance between work and classes are in disarray.) 

As for An Yujin:  

“Bet that feels amazing, hm?”

The sound ripped out from your lungs is all confirming. A meld of being tense and pliable: just how she wants you. 

“Shhh,” she murmurs into your sweat lined neck, “Lay back down for me, hun. I’ma fuck you good.” Her eyes are clearly blown out, lidded. Lips tiredly placed across your skin and the purple lighting on the ceiling above is all too hazy. “Lemme hit like it’s mine.” 

“You can because it’s yours,” you rasp, gasping from the slide of her silicon cock slipping inside, parting your walls. Yujin’s already made you cum from her fingers - that wasn’t even ten minutes upon arriving. Soon after, you returned the favor by letting her ride your face, making you chase that reward until she eventually lets go. Now, she’s getting off at the sound of your breath stuttering, dragging back and slapping the rubber at your swollen folds. She’s already ruined you once, now she wants to do it again. 

Yujin angles the phone up toward your chest, ensuring that your face isn’t in the picture. Thank god you made that agreement with her. Considering how word travels fast around the school and only very few people know about this secret side hustle. Her hair’s already a mess, running a hand through, biting her lip when she sees you wince at the dildo being halfway in - stomach clenching in reflex. “You look so good for me baby,” she says while gripping your breast, pinching a nipple. 

“Fuck- please.” You sigh, mindlessly moving your hips to meet her thrust in the middle, eliciting a small whine past your teeth. Yujin’s hand then goes to your waist, fingers pressing down and pulling you towards her more. “Yujin, oh my god-” 

“Yeah? You like that? Gonna be a good girl for me?” She asks, laughing at the expletive.

“Yes, yes-” 

Yujin sees through your pained expression, pressing her body down, lifting the arch in your back to go higher, dip her fingertips in the small divots right above your ass. “Hold still - just like that, there we go.” 

Her pace picks up in small increments, little by little for it to not hurt. Just the way you like them: slow and steady - get a rhythm going, let her earn the edge she desperately craves. 

(It’s a bit ironic, thinking about your words and Wonyoung’s insight, because all the evidence Wonyoung needs to see are the marks where she imagines them to be on you and prove herself right.) 

“Oh my god, oh my god-” 

“So fucking wet for me,” says Yujin, wickedly astonished, her hips now hitting yours in full force - spreading you open and pushing her rubber cock deep, “tight little thing you are, hm?” You could feel the clench in your stomach get uncomfortable, the pulsing between the legs rising in heat. 

She smiles at the lazy blinks, giggles at your bucking hiccups. “Baby, baby- please - keep pounding my pussy, hold my tit till you rip it off-” 

“Asking for so much - jesus-” 

You gasp, stray hand reaching for her neck. “Cause I know you wanna give it-” 

“A filthy slut is what you are, babe.” 

“You like it when I - ah - talk back- anyway.” 

Yujin slips the silicone out, lays the underside on your clit, rubbing against it harshly. She sees you grind your teeth and white-knuckle her wrist, chest heaving and every passing breath more wrecked than the last- 

“Honeybun,” she coos, finger-thumb combo to your chin, following her movements when she leans down for a kiss, slips her cock right back in - bottoms you out. The next move - reflexively, almost by instinct - rolling the hips into hers and making her stare at the body move, through the phone or with her own eyes. “Shit, look at you.” 

Your lips are tilted at an angle, airily humming a sort of ‘mhm’, the side of your head on the mattress and pussy gushing all over the rubber. Yujin hunches over - the phone with the perfect money shot: kissing your cheek as your entire body bobbles against hers, placing a few more marks on your neck, your chest, anywhere where the red can be seen. 

You swear when she raises her head over, you see her eyes shimmer a twinkle in adoration to the hot pink blush spread across. Hand caressing your cheek, cherishing the obscene picturesque look of her friend beneath - wanting to freeze this moment in time and capture it behind a screen. 

The last shot for the video was capped off with Yujin’s thumb caught between your lips, eye mask covering the upper half of your face for insurance, then she tosses the phone somewhere on the bed. Lifts the eye mask and smirks in approval. 

“That’s my good girl.” 

–

Despite the short sprees of intimacy, it’s a bit humbling to remember that the relationship between you and Yujin is- 

“Thanks for doing this with me again. People really liked the last one we did and requested for another.” She says to you, slapping the side of your thigh. 

-mostly transactional. 

You chuckle at Yujin, watching her plop down over your leg. “You texted me first, plus the half of my cut the first time was a lot more than I expected.” 

Yujin ruffles her hair, pulls out the purple dildo left on the bed, sets it next to another sitting on the nightstand. She examines them closely and brushes it aside to deal with later. The phone she tossed is back in her hand and quickly reviewing the footage from earlier, showing care for the quality and checking to see if anything stands out to her. 

“I liked the bandana mask from before,” you say, leaning to her side and feel her hand pat your face. “The eye cover was even better, removing one sense and elevating the others. What if we-” 

“Are you asking about the ski mask now?” Yujin laughs, putting the phone closer for a better look. “Hmm, now that you’ve mentioned it, I’ll think about the idea and let you know my thoughts. To be honest, I kinda want Wony to be the one to wear it.” 

“Is that why you got one in black and the other in pink?” 

“Hey,” says Yujin, kissing your shoulder, “She told me about your situation, by the way.” 

“Who? Wony?” 

“What do you mean who?” 

“Okay,” you’re sighing - not because of exhaustion, but because it wasn’t worth brushing aside - especially if one of your sources of income is aware of what's going on. “What did she say this time?” 

Yujin clicks off the phone, twirls it between her fingers. “I’m saying that you should give this a try and make some money for yourself, instead of relying solely on me for half the cut.” 

“Tempting, but I’ll pass.” 

“Why?” 

“Money is one of my issues,” you admit, knees to chin with a lowered gaze at Yujin. “I never liked the concept of putting my body on the internet for people to rub one out - just doesn’t sit right with me.” 

“You do realize there’s other ways to get cash, right?” 

No shit. You’re mouthing. 

“If you really sit and think about the options,” Yujin continues, holding the phone in passing before taking it back, feet on the floor and shuffling over to the bathroom. “A decision would’ve been made already. Besides, for your case-” and Wonyoung's words ring again, “it could be worse.” 

You rub your cheek, get your eyes full of a stretching Yujin and her swaying ass (since you have nothing else better to do) and take the advice: think. 

“Well don’t just be moping around on my bed,” you hear her say. Watch as she lets one of her arms slide up against the doorframe. An art piece forming in real time - the kind you would caricature instantly with your irises. “Come wash up with me.” 

–

Wonyoung and Yujin both tell you it could be worse; when that phrase is said, it’s (somewhat) comforting. Then you look at your bank statements and the hope is sucked right out:  

Rent was due at the end of the month. 

The utilities were just paid for, thanks to whatever was left from the recent loan you pulled, along with the decent tip money scrounged up to cover for other important necessities around the house. Lighting was also another debate since that could be solved with a few placed candles around the apartment for way less; the internet was already covered, and that one was a given. You purse your lips at the water bill; cheap and as it should be. You didn’t have to use it more than you liked or needed but- the fucking rent.

The fucking rent wasn’t something you could bullshit your way out of. 

Most of the wine sitting at the coffee table’s been ran through, watching the minute pass on the computer screen. A check of the phone on your lap, contemplating. Yunjin did tell you to not hesitate on asking- 

No. You knew your cousin didn’t have much to give on hand, and you couldn’t expect her to keep spewing out dollars upon dollars for every instance you catch yourself wanting- or needing, not when she herself needs it more. Not while she’s the one who gave you the heads up of how much grad school would cost, proving her point like she had said. You just can’t. It wasn’t right for doing that to her and being okay with it. 

The issue stands: you can’t pay rent let alone live in general. Your landlord’s been on your ass for last month’s payment as it is. 

So you lean your head back, sigh, pinch your temple on both sides, frustrated. Scratching your head and grinding teeth. There’s no easy solution to this, and you don’t know what to even do. 

You’ve been living like this for as long as you could remember, compartmentalizing. Focus on not letting one part of your life take over the other. School shouldn’t bleed into your social and work life. One bad exam grade doesn’t give you the luxury to sit in the corner of your room and panic. There was one thing - only, one thing to do: get better, improve from yesterday, and spare the emotions. Find a groove. Yunjin kept preaching to you through college: “find a groove, and stick with it.” 

A groove. Staring into the black void of your phone. If you can’t find a groove, then make one. 

“It could be worse.” 

You inhale, click your tongue, feel the rush of blood in your veins. Adrenaline pricks at your nerves at the slap-down motion of your laptop and swap of the phone, tapping the app store icon. The thought fills your mind somewhere along the lines of: ‘look, i don’t want to, i don’t need to’. Then again, you have to, because you never have enough of the money, and a second job - on top of being a full-time grad student - that alone still won’t be enough; it’ll never be enough. You have to. You’ve got to. Rent stays due once the sun goes down. 

A nail taps the screen on the rosy colored app, downloading. Once installed, you push past the idea of tossing your phone across the room and forget trying; go to the balcony and just get rid of it entirely. That’s just another expense to pay off, and you can’t afford the current one either. 

One sip of the wine, you swallow your ego and make the profile. 

–

Matches start spilling in like emails, and your phone’s receiving a disgusted look from you. 

The line was already drawn pushing 30 and above; plus the idea of talking to someone older than you was a big no no, even if it’s for a simple dinner. Most of the women you see are very unappealing. Most of the superficial profiles are either cookie cut with a short synopsis of their life and skeevy. Worst case scenario and all, it wasn’t a viable solution in terms of money. 

Disappointment flushes out the last bits of hope you had left, tears almost start coming out. 

(You’ve only had three relationships in your entire life - more or less serious to a degree. Two of them were in high school, and the recent one back in undergrad: Chaewon. She was a sweetheart, kind, and very understanding. Sometimes she could come off as arrogant, having brought up most things practically handed to her, but she was a good one, down to a ‘T’. Most of the blame falls on you; because of your high ceiling while Chaewon wanted to take it easy, and you couldn’t make ends meet, knowing that there was a lingering hold. Despite having all the boxes ticked off and encapsulated in a human being, despite the fact you loved her - earnestly, and truly - she wasn’t the one: Chaewon wasn’t the person you wanted to spend the rest of your years with.)

Giselle Uchinaga isn’t a strong pick either, big woop, you’re thinking to yourself here, distancing yourself from the screen, another new notification. It shouldn’t even come as a surprise. 

Like any of that mattered, right? A long term lover wasn’t what you signed up for on the app. 

You click the bolded name. Her profile comes up sparse as it was a few hours ago. With a description of her job: head prosecutor - attached with five photos, none of them were glamorous, but in a tailored blazer or dress. All of the photos exuded an importance, although - with severity. This was a woman who clearly knows what she wants and for her to attain it was all but guaranteed. In the scheme of levels, she’s leagues above a nobody like you. 

So you press the message icon. You expected nothing less: 

Aeri <3: fancy a nice outing with me? 

You: hi! You’re messaging back, brows creased white your thumbs have a twiddling mind of their own. i’d love to have dinner with you! 

Aeri <3: awesome! A few moments pass at the three dots next to her icon, the lump ballooning in your throat as you’re reading: how does this weekend sound? And before anything else, yes. you will be compensated at the end.

The air passes your teeth, tapping the edge of the screen. Heart thumping between your ears, above the ringing. You have the choice to say no, delete the app and convince yourself you never had a part in this debacle to begin with. Click on Yunjin’s contact info and call her. What could cover the cost of your pride anyway, that could suffice this? 

Too bad your mind’s already set on what to say before you message back: 

You: deal. tell me the details. <333

–

“A fucking sugar mommy?” 

Hunting her down on campus was one thing - Wonyoung dragging you to the library once she got the bombshell news in pure disbelief was definitely another: “Do you hear yourself?! A sugar mom-” 

“I know!” You’re shushing, looking over the cubicle. And it looks like some of the other students sitting close by seem to have noticed the spike in sound. “Look- nothing’s set in stone. I verbally agreed to go have dinner with her.” 

“Still,” adds Wonyoung, leaning back with a leg crossed, eyes dazed. “It’s you. Of all people, to actually take my advice and- girl you just lost your virginity a while back.” 

“Whoa, what the fuck does that mean?” 

“A vibrator or dildo doesn’t count, by the way.” 

“I was referring to Chaewon!” 

“The same Chaewon you split with three years ago. Case in point,” Wonyoung says. Bewilderment now transferred to you, greatly amused. “You really outdid yourself here.” 

“Only because I took your word.” 

“Yeah! But when the hell do you ever listen to me?” She retorts, palms on her chin and staring. “Well? Aren’t you gonna show me what she looks like?” 

“Didn’t really need to,” you say dryly, pulling your phone out. “Her and I aren’t exactly talking.” 

“Oh but she is,” Wonyoung replies, taking it. You glance from her face to Giselle’s profile, expression shifting to a slight frown. “She’s pretty, but I don’t know-” 

“Don’t know what?” 

“Well- I mean…” 

You tense, nick your head. “You did say, some women will pay for company. She also said there’s compensation for the dinner but that’s about it.” 

“Sounds good enough,” Wonyoung chuckles, scrolling down the exchange, stopping at a selfie you sent to prove that you were a legit human and not an ai: per her request you might add. “Any idea what you’re gonna wear when you see her?” 

“Maybe a simple cocktail piece. The restaurant she suggested is at a hotel. Probably nothing too crazy.” 

“Honey, I’ve seen your closet. Not a single cocktail dress in sight.” 

“Uh, the dark blue one. Where it stops at the shoulders.” 

Wonyoung’s face is written with shock. “The same dress you wore to senior prom? When you were seventeen?” 

“What’s wrong with it? I think it’s nice.”

Wonyoung then slaps her hand down on the table, gripping your wrist. With a look that makes your middle clench from embarrassment; the kind of look that entails a variety of her statements and the difference in priorities, the obvious gap between classes. “No offense, but you’re fucking gorgeous. I think you’d look dashing in a threaded burlap sack; but with that dress? No way. Not at- what was the name of the place again?” 

“The Astoria.” 

She then lets go of your arm in a slapping fashion - like she’s disgusted to touch you, a passerby looks down at the both of you. “The Astoria? My god. Fuck no. I’m not letting you step out of the apartment if you’re gonna wear that dress, especially if it looks like you just thrifted the damn piece.” 

Fair to her for calling you out, since she was right. No point in arguing. “It’s not like I have anything else to fall back on.” 

“I have a bunch of dresses I don’t use. I’ll lend you one.” 

“It won’t fit. I’m your height but your waist is more defined than mine.” 

“That’s true, so it’ll fit!” Wonyoung beams with hands on her hips. 

“Yujin can also be of help with her opinion.” You suggest at the thought of it, shrugging.

“Go ask her! We have a similar frame and she should have something for you to borrow.” 

You slouch on the comfy seat, uncomfortable. It wasn’t your style to ask for anything. “Is that fine? The dress I have should be fine-” 

“Believe me, it won’t. And Yujin adores you but also loves having fun even more. She’ll be hooked if you text her right now.” 

“I’ll take your word,” you remark while Wonyoung speeds to her best friend’s contact info, fingers moving at high speed. A millisecond passes before she smiles and puts the phone in your eyes. You can see the dry reply - quite predictable, too - since she’s busy working and not with you two: i’m down. have her come over later and we’ll see what works. 

“Odds are she hands you the black one.” Wonyoung tells you, mocha eyes shimmering, the muted lights from above enhancing the effect. “I bought her that a while back. It’s a bit tight at the hips but it makes the shoulders pop, let alone wrap around the neck. Oh- you’re gonna look so hot now that I’m imagining it.” 

“Hot is one thing,” you laugh, face flushed. “It’s just-” 

“Dinner, right.” She nods, texting. “A first impression on a date is always important. When is it happening?” 

You cringe at the word date, leaving an uneasy feeling in the chest. A twisted formation so perverse what romance is in today’s world. “Friday.” 

“Sick. I’ll grab the dress and head over to help. You’re gonna need my makeup too, if you’d like?” 

You blink at Wonyoung, heat rising on your face. You could’ve said no; you didn’t know how to. How to remind her that this was transnational, and there shouldn’t be any excitement towards this. Before you can even utter a word, Wonyoung clasps both your hands, grinning. 

“Ooooh you’re gonna have so much fun!” 

–

Friday comes around quickly, leaving you little to no time to prepare, but Wonyoung arrives exactly as she said. Right at 7:30 pm, smiling at the door with the dress in one arm and the makeup bag in the other. Waltzing in and flaunting her hair, dressed up as if she was the one going out. 

Hanging the makeup bag to her head. “How do you want to do this?” 

–

Now in your bedroom, last from the kitchen and bathroom down the hall. Wonyoung sets the bag on your bed before turning on the vanity and settling in on the seat. Pulling a pouch with the assorted products, in all name brands: the eyeshadow, blush, bronzer, eyeliner pencils. Chanel, MAC, Dior, YSL. 

“Are you excited?” Wonyoung asks cheerily, hair neatly done in a low, messy bun. “Hm?” 

“Not really.” The answer alone comes out easier, in truth. You’re not excited, clearly. You’re- “Terrified.” 

“Huh? Why?” 

“I don’t even know the woman.” You plop on your bed, sighing, looking at the dress then shying away since it’s haunting. “Her and I have only talked a bit. She’s way older with a status and rich and-” 

“And?” Wonyoung asks, swiveling to you. “You’ve met my sister and dad. Both equally important, not to mention- one’s a board chairman and the other’s a full time model.” 

“You see- that’s different, Wony. I’m not your dad’s sugar baby.” 

“No I know, though-” 

“I’m being serious.” You snap, nerves thin, as they have since you agreed to the date in the first place. Since you were running on fumes money wise as there was no other option but this. “Going out with a complete stranger for money? I can’t tell what’s gonna happen and I’m fucking scared.” 

“Right.” Wonyoung yields, sobering. All her humor soaked up in a second. “I’m sorry for being a total bitch.” 

You mumble an apology, steering your head away, embarrassed by the harsh tone. Wonyoung stands up and shuffles her way to you. Grabbing your shoulders, steeling a sharp look. “Do you want to call it off?” 

“What?” 

“Do you want to back out?” She repeats. “If you’re feeling uneasy, you can cancel it. There’s nothing wrong in doing so.” 

“I- I don’t,” you look Wonyoung in the eyes and down at the floor. It’s been a bit overdue for a cleaning day, but you’ve been caught up with other priorities that overshadowed a simple chore like that- 

“No. I can’t. I can’t do that.” 

“There’s always another way to make money. Why don’t you call-” 

“Call Yunjin and ask her,” you say dejectedly. “I’d rather sleep with Giselle than ask Yunjin for her help.” 

Wonyoung pulls a grin and stands tall with her hands up in surrender. “You did say it was just dinner, after all.” 

“Just dinner,” you’re sighing, relieved. That’s the truth. The only truth. If she expected more, it would’ve been brought up by now.

“Okay.” Wonyoung smiles, crossing her arms. “Let’s get you ready, then.” 

–

The uber - paid by Wonyoung - sends you off to the Astoria right at 9; just like Giselle said she’d be there. 

You wave off the driver as they roll away, tugging the coat tightly around you. Beneath the layer was the black dress, stopping right above the knees, still tight. Tighter than expected, but you’re reminded of the item’s true owner. You have always kept yourself in shape, aside from the hips and breasts are- defined, for a better word. At the ripe age of eighteen and the history of finding the correct bra size since then. 

Yujin and Wonyoung, both tall and slim, like couture models. Thus, the dress lent to you would be a more snug fit than you first hoped, stretching at the swell and lifting your breasts up a few inches than what you’re used to. A better description would be one of those mannequins on the window, and the thought clouds your mind once you step inside the pristine hotel, palming your stomach to relax the anxiety: owned. 

You’d rather plaster the marble floor with your earlier meal. 

A lady at the desk motions you to the restaurant once you ask. While walking away, you wonder if she can sense the regret wafting off your shoulder. Plus if she noticed, what does she think? This wouldn’t be the first time she saw a girl like you. Look the way you do, with cheap heels and expensive clothing, handed down from refined women. How old would they be? Are they younger? You can’t shake the feeling. Someone like you who’s young and resorting to this. 

One of the hostesses greets you with a smile. “Good evening, ma’am. Are you meeting with someone?” 

“Yes. I believe there’s a reservation?” You answer, rushed. “Giselle Uchinaga. Said to come at 9. Is she here already?” 

“Let me see.” Looking down at the iPad on the podium, scrolling down. Her brows furrow, then her gaze returns. “Ah, got it. I do see a Giselle Uchinaga on the list but she hasn’t checked in.” 

“Oh.” You breathe, ignoring the relief rushed down on your body. “Can- is it possible for me to wait for her at the table?” 

Her face goes sympathetic. “I’m sorry. I’m afraid I can’t get you seated until we have final confirmation with the person who made the reservation. Just to ensure no tables get mixed up or stolen.” 

“Ah. Er- so, do I just wait? Or leave?” 

“We have some seats open at our bar in the meantime,” the hostess tells you, hand directing you to the left. “I assume it’s only for a couple minutes.” 

You give a smile and say thanks, heading for the bar. Angled adjacent to the main tables. The appearance is like the hotel: opulent. Most of the counters are coated with a dark shade. Stools are golden to the ground, the cushions soft and velvet when you sit atop it. A woman with pretty features smiles once the bearings are in place. Thankfully, you aren’t the only one sitting at the bar. “Hi. Can I get you started with anything?” 

You pause for a second. Drinking wasn’t on the agenda tonight. Not to mention you’re a lightweight, and you didn’t want fluids in your system that could hinder the sensibilities, but- 

“Yeah, I’ll have an appletini, please?” 

She tells you right away and gets to business, mixing up the beverage with efficiency that leaves you impressed. A good distraction for where you are. Soon the martini gets placed in front of you; give a nod in acknowledgement, pinching the straw. “Y’know, I was a bartender too, for a time.” 

“You were?” 

You tweak your head. “Swapped over to waitressing, instead.” 

“Really?” The bartender’s eyes flick down to your dress, now curious. You play the blush off your face. “Nice date planned tonight?” 

“Um, well-” 

Suddenly, an older woman sitting a few chairs over calls the bartender’s attention. She gives you a look while stepping away. You glance over and sigh, preparing a sip of the martini. It goes down quickly, and you’re trying to keep a slow pace going. 

–

Unfortunately, you don’t. 

–

Nearly an hour passes; you’re still sitting at the bar, a second glass now next to the empty first one, and you’re woozily staring at the half-drunken bev. The bartender - Kang Seulgi, aka: your new friend - stands on the opposite side, washing a cup and drying it; a bit clichè for her taste and everything. 

“Should I call someone?” Seulgi asks, concerned. 

“I think my friend Irene would like you,” you tell her, sitting forward; the question doesn’t even register in your head. “She has black hair, a tad shorter-” holding a hand out and in waves above your head, “-plus she’s cute.” 

“I’m flattered,” she remarks. “Don’t remember asking for a matchmaker, so-” 

“A good amount of people don’t ask for a lot of things, but some are given to them regardless.” 

“That’s very honest of you.” 

“Hah,” you laugh and swivel in the chair. “My cousin did say I’m just a gloomy brat with a loud mouth.” 

“Is your cousin around the area? Are they able to pick you up?” 

“Nah,” you sigh. “She lives, like- two hours away. I live here for school.” 

“Okay, then what about your friend Irene? Can she pick you up?” 

“Irene’s studying or sleeping, either one of the two,” you answer, waving her off. A revelation crosses your mind, and you smirk. “I can set you up with her. Show her insta profile.” 

Seulgi’s shoulders drop and stares. “Sure- yeah, lemme see.” 

Your teeth show and you’re fishing through your coat, messily folded on the seat next to you. Pulling out your phone and scrolling down the texts. No message from Giselle, but that was anticipated, long after you convinced yourself about being stood up - which didn’t affect you that much. The loss of money crept your mind above anything else. It’s the reason why you haven’t gone home yet. 

“There,” you’re saying, now on instagram. “Her handle’s cute: renebaebae. You could shoot her a DM.” 

“She’s pretty,” Seulgi smiles, settling a wink. She darts a look up from the phone, slips into the professional demeanor again. “Hello, welcome. What can I get started for you?” 

A woman takes the seat over on the right. She’s set her coat off next to her with both sleeves rolled to the elbow. You notice the length of her forearms, stopping at the silver seiko, moving up to see the mixed wolf-bob cut she has going on. Every part of your body freezes when she takes notice - her brown eyes pool cold, curious. 

A whisky glass is set in front of her. It’s just you and her on this side of the bar. Seulgi is nowhere within eyeshot. 

“I’m sorry,” she starts, “Is something wrong?” 

“No.” You shug her off with another sip. Sadly, she doesn’t have the same regard. 

“You’re drunk, aren’t you.” 

“No.” You look back, holding the glass. “I’m not.” 

The woman huffs, glances down at the seat occupied by your coat, motioning a silent inquiry. You move the coat to the opposite seat and let her move into it. Her perfume is the first thing you catch: a cozy aroma calming to the nostrils, warm even. The shine of green in her watch reflects from the hazy lights above, sleek black heels and the unbuttoned wrists folded nicely. Like she’s comfortable in this environment - a palace riddled with wealth. She could probably sense the fraudulent appearance underneath your dress, the paper-thin expression on your face and clearly see through- 

“Were you on a date?” She asks again. 

“No.” Playing on the defensive, compounded with regret, and you wished the alcohol kicked in earlier. “What brings you here?” 

“Drinking.” She answers, downing the whisky with ease. Your eyes get full of the bob of her throat while her mouth airs out the burn of the aftertaste. “Also had a late shift, some last minute calls,” she tells you, lips tugged. 

“A meeting at the Astoria?” This might be a bigger deal than you thought. 

“Actually, it was a meeting at the J Medical Center followed by a small team dinner. A majority of my coworkers are stingy guys who stay out late and talk about hitting on the nurses so I ditched them to come here instead. 

“Medical- doctor?” 

“Neurosurgeon.” She supplies, soft smiled. “What’s your gig?” 

“Server,” you answer lazily, clearing your throat. “Plus I’m in uni. Grad program too.” 

“Cool. Must be going well, I hope.” 

You stare, tilt to your fist. “You don’t look like the neurosurgeon type.” 

“Says everyone else.” 

“Tell me your age.” You say, and her gaze shifts, enough to slice through yours in one swift motion, harshly. “Oh- I didn’t mean-” 

“You’re not lying when I asked if you were on a date?” She asks once more, and you grab the glass on reflex, turning away for another swig. You know what she meant and unsure to determine if it was genuine or she’s having fun mocking you. She turns her wrist over and presses the latch, taking off her watch, clutching the arm soon after and moving her hand, confessing: 

“Thirty.” The woman with a misleading appearance tells you, “Name’s Yu Jimin. Though, Karina is what they usually know me by on the nametag.” 

Seven years, huh. Good enough, I guess. Then you roll your name off to her. She repeats it, discovering how well it curls across someone else’s tongue, and you’d want to hear it more. “Lovely to meet you.” 

Seulgi swings by, taking the hint with another whisky and martini. You catch her look of reservation when offering - the expenses on the tab tallying up, but why should you care. After the shitshow you just went through, all stress and anxiety pent up, you don’t see any reason to contemplate; it’s a downward spiral as it is. 

So you keep plummeting: “I suggest a toast?” 

“It’s your third drink of the night.” 

“What about it?” 

“I need more than two whiskeys to deal me in.” 

“No, then.” 

“Have you even checked your tab tonight?” Karina exhales, making you wince. “Three appletinis, and a Long Island. Hell, they don’t cost that much, but that’s over a hundred, easy; especially in a place like this. You didn’t come to the Astoria just to get drunk here, did you?” 

Ah, and the condescending tone doesn’t make it any better. So the admission of guilt spills easy. “I- got invited.” 

“Who invited you?” 

“Someone that isn’t here.” 

“A date, then.” 

“No.” 

“So who gave you the invite? ‘

“A person.” 

“Person of your age? Guy? Girl? I don’t wanna assume too much.” 

You smirk bitterly and swirl the glass. “Not my age.” 

“Older, gotcha.” It’s enough to be a conclusive answer. “Let me get this right: it’s not a date, but we have you - an attractive graduate student - invited here by someone years older. Are they? Uh-” 

“A woman sent me the invite.” 

“Can I ask another thing?” 

“Keep ‘em coming.” 

Karina hesitates before her eyes go flat. “Why did you say yes?” 

“For the money.” There really wasn’t any other explanation than that. 

You could feel her gaze ooze over you, in judgement - probably in disgust as well; worse comes to worse, she could tear up the vulnerability and give her piece of mind. To your surprise, she sighs with a curse beneath her breath and rubs her cheek, raking fingers in her hair. “That’s too bad,” she tells you, glancing. Her sympathy leaves you in a slight shock. “I feel sorry for you.” 

“Y-you, it’s fine.” 

“She’s a bitch for hanging you dry, fuck her. It isn’t everyday women make those kinds of decisions. It’s even more insane they don’t put in the time to search for a proper lover and resort to girls like you, the kind who can’t take no for an answer.” 

“Love was never in the equation.”  

Her face frowns, balling a fist. “So it’s sex, then.” 

Your mouth drops. “Not sex. God, no.” 

“If not sex, now what?” 

“Just the presence,” you say, posturing. “Dinner is the common outlier. They pay and that’s it. It’s what everyone’s been talking about on social media these days.” 

“Spoken like true dumbasses. What good does a women get in being a sugar mommy and take advantage of a younger woman who looks like you for a simple fucking dinner? Where’s the connection?” 

Karina’s words mince your heart into shreds. All of the things she’s saying is the truth you’ve been blindly denying for the past week and a half, and you’re beating yourself down for thinking you could be at their level; to have full pride in their wallets, like Wonyoung. 

“Did you drive here?” Karina asks, snapping you out of your trance. 

“I, uh- huh?” 

She then stands up, shrugging on her coat. It dawns once the realization sets in that she’s freaking leaving. “Did you drive here?” 

“No, I got an uber.” 

Karina waves a hand up, motioning Seulgi to come back. She turns her head away to whisper a request - the tab, you assume, before turning around. “What time was the date?” 

“Nine.” You deadpan. 

Her lips pull outward. “Not sugarcoating it or anything, but you got stood up.” 

“Yeah,” you shrug. It’s better when she says it like it is. 

Karina adjusts the watch back on her wrist, fixing her disheveled hair, but with an intent. Enticing. Seulgi keeps her gaze as she hands a red, thin booklet, and Karina whips out her wallet. You stare down at the coaster, shying away from transactions. 

“This girl is a waste of your time,” says Karina, giving Seulgi a nod as she swivels to the computer behind her. 

“Among other things,” you relent. 

“My advice is to delete the- app?” She adds on, putting on her glasses with an arched brow. You nod. “Right, the app. I’m not a fan of how it sounds already.” 

“You’re not wrong.” 

Karina steps away, and you’ve got your tongue in cheek. 

Nothing else is said between you too, besides a gentle chin dip of acknowledgement. One heel turn and you focus on her back, sliding away between the tables until she eventually exits. Soon, you’re facing Seulgi again, flinching when she’s holding the same red booklet to you. “Did- am I? Did she-” 

“Mhm,” nods Seulgi, smirking. 

You take the bill away from her hands, letting the red cover’s weathered texture graze your fingertips. Once you open it, the price isn’t the first thing you see, but the cute stack of cash; a couple hundred dollars. Shit- it might be even more. 

Aside from the numbers written on the tip line and the total above it, there’s a note in the blank space below with the penmanship so elegant it’s a mere tidbit of high intelligence: 

“Something for you to help with grad school, although not by much. And for answering most of my questions without getting drunk. 

- Karina.” 

“Gave me a good tip, too. Covering you and her,” Seulgi says. “I think you scored big without even trying.” 

You keep the booklet open, feeling the gentle fuzz off the cash, bewildered. 

–

You’re fiddling with the folded wad of cash, totaling up to six hundred. Six. Hundred. 

A thoughtful gesture by a stranger, and yet you thought being stood up was the craziest part- 

In the purse was the receipt, undecided whether to toss the slip of paper out. If it wasn’t for Karina’s company, her willingness to stay. You would have to call her eventually, in thanks, give back the money, then ask why you - of all people, would even hand that amount of cash to a poor human being; wallowing away in drinks at a bar. It literally makes no fucking sense- 

The buzz of your phone catches you off guard, turning over a shoulder to fish it out of your bag. Wonyoung’s smile appears on the screen, hesitating for a second before answering. “Hi, Wony.” 

“Heyyy,” she answers, all sing-song-like. “I’m with Yujinie right now and you’re on speaker. Go say hi.” 

“Hi, Yujin.” 

“Yo,” Yujin says back. Wonyoung’s voice then returns. “How’d it go?” 

“Well, uh-” you look through your purse, the wad of cash in your fingers, slightly shaking. “Okay, I guess.” 

“Take it that Giselle wasn’t as terrifying as you thought?” Wonyoung chimes optimistically. 

“She- I, she never came through.” 

“HUH?!” You cringe away from your phone. “She never came through?! What do you mean??” 

“Left me hanging. She left me hanging.” 

“Aw, babe. I- I don’t even know what to say…” 

“You’re good, don’t worry.” 

“So we did all of this for nothing?” Yujin asks, shocked. “You mean to tell me I gave you my dress and you went to one of the most prestigious hotels in the entire city and you got done dirty? Fucking wild.” You could hear Wonyoung tap Yujin to settle down but you huff in relent, very much appalled on your own part. 

“Wasn’t for nothing,” you mumble as the line goes silent. 

“Hm? Did you say something, love?” Wonyoung asks again.

“Um- nothing. It wasn’t for nothing,” you repeat. “But I met someone there, and she- 

“She what?”

Telling the tale alone wouldn’t make much sense, but you confess either way in little faith. “I got six hundred dollars from her.” 

You’re left hanging on the call. Picturing them trying to put it together. Until- Yujin bursts out laughing, “Please don’t tell me you made a scene at the restaurant to get that kind of cash-” 

“Yujin!” Wonyoung butts in. 

“I’m just saying! A rich, older woman gives our girl here, money- for free, and not be interested?” Yujin reasons, a valid take all three of you might agree on. 

“Yujin, you-” the stutter dribbles along your teeth while you roll your eyes. “We just talked. That’s it. Nothing happened and plus, she isn’t old.” 

“So, is she cute, though?” You hear Wonyoung ask. 

The image of Karina’s side profile, the unbuttoned shirt, her toned forearms, and that syrupy-sweet tone in tandem with her tongue pops up in your head. “Yes.” 

“Why did she give you cash, then? If you’re saying nothing happened between you two?” Yujin then asks again. 

“It doesn’t make sense to me, either,” you tell Yujin, setting the stack of cash on the table. “My guess is that she was sympathetic to my situation.” 

“Sympathetic?” And Yujin's chortle sounds off on the phone. “You really think so?” 

“She asked me why I was at the bar. Didn’t like the whole summary of it. Uneasy, bothered.” 

“Sounds to me like a real catch,” Wonyoung then says, imagining the smile on her lips; even with the good-willed act, to say that Karina was a blessing out of thin air would be an understatement. You could sense the intensity to her being - a kindness going above natural decency. You still can’t determine if she would do it for someone other than you.

(It still leaves your head wondering: why me? You didn’t do jack shit to get anything like that at all.) 

“Maybe there’s more to it than what’s shared,” Yujin concedes bluntly. “Doesn’t sit right with me why she would be so nice to you.” 

Wonyoung coos in agreement. “What’s the verdict, then?” 

“I’m not sure. If it wasn’t for that, I would’ve said something by now.” 

“My next move would be to ask her why.” Wonyoung suggests, and Yujin makes a sound in disgust, laughing soon after. “There’s nothing bad about being curious.” 

You get the receipt out of the purse and the stack of cash set beside it, examining both pieces of the event to get some theories going. Karina’s name written in cursive is all you see. 

“I wish that weren’t the case,” you mumble, fiddling the pieces of paper. 

–

Curse the optics, for making you think the way you do.

Shamelessly doom scrolling on the app (which you should’ve deleted after the abysmal ‘date’) before you see the unnamed contact and click on the texts to Karina. The blue bubbles on the bottom right fill your eyes, and you should’ve thrown your phone off the freaking balcony earlier: hi! sorry to bother. you remember me, right? from the bar earlier? 

hey. Karina messages right away, just as you expected at this hour. ofc i remember you. how could i not? 

nice. You reply back, thumbs frozen mid text. i think you left something of yours, with me 

it was on purpose

i’m really sorry. as much as i appreciate the kind gesture. i can’t accept this amount of cash 

what makes you say that? 

you’re a complete stranger and the money is a lot

i’d prefer to give it back 

you don’t have to- Karina types before you could even double down on the offer. i just did what i thought was right 

And not even a second later: is it okay if i call you? 

You stare at the lone message, stumped. Saying no would be playing it safe - pass on the chance of hearing her voice not long after she’s given you divine kindness. Doesn’t change the fact, however: she gave you a lot of freaking money. Having a conversation regarding the matter would be the next best course of action. 

You’ll bite at the proposition: go for it. 

–

By fine timing, you’re quick to switch over to the phone app and call the contact, letting the line simmer for a second before it picks up. “Uhm, he- hello?” 

“Hi.” Karina answers on the other end, deep and monotone. The girl had been asleep - possibly waking up just for you. “Do you know what time it is right now?” 

“No- I know. I just-” 

“-wanted to talk?” 

“For one part, yes.” Your ear hears the gentle rustle of the sheets in the background. “Why won’t you let me repay the favor?” 

“What’s the reason for it? It was completely my choice.” 

“I want to. I just- can’t.” You breathe. “Even if I could, I’m not exactly liquid with my funds-” 

“I didn’t give you the cash because I assumed you would owe me; and if I’m being truthful, I didn’t think I’d ever cross paths with you again. Consider me being nice.” 

“I can’t accept this,” you repeat. “Though I admire the thought. This is your six hundred dollars which you worked for-” 

“I can make that amount within a few hours.” Karina replies back. “It’s nothing.” 

“I’m not saying you can’t, but-” you pitifully look up to the ceiling, “Look, as much as I appreciate it. I just can’t.” 

The line goes quiet, then: “Do you ever take kindness from others?” 

“What?” 

“From the gist of it, you don’t like it when people do favors for your behalf.” 

This woman. “You- I, what do you mean?” 

“Forget it.” Karina sighs, definitely pressed. “It’s not like I can make you keep something you don’t want.” 

Now it’s back to square one: “Would you let me give you back the cash?” 

“You could either do that, or just use it for a good cause. Maybe shred the money if it makes you feel better-” 

“God, no.” You say, petrified. “I can just return it.” 

Karina’s end goes silent again. Your toes curl against the hardwood floor beneath and you have this overbearing sensation on your head, waiting for the final answer to be said. And then- 

“Let’s backtrack. Why don’t we discuss this over lunch?”” 

“Lunch?” 

“Tomorrow at 3. Lunch.” Karina repeats again. “Is that okay with you?” 

“Well, I- uh-” 

“If it makes it easier then you can mail it to me. Whatever works best.” 

“Did you just ask me out?” 

Her laugh curls in your ear canal, cracking along the spores in the speakers. Like it’s intentional, deliberate. “I mean, if that’s alright with you.” 

You think back to meeting Karina at the bar, beneath the ambient honey lights. How she gave you her utmost attention while speaking, the way her cold gaze shifted to a more gentle comforting one when she found out why you were down. When you kept your eyes on her as she left, after waiting to be noticed for so long. The agreement passes your lips so fast you barely think twice about it: “Okay. We can have lunch. I’ll have lunch- with you.” 

“Awesome,” and you swear you can picture the smile on her face. “I’ll message you beforehand?” 

“Yep.” 

“Gotcha. See you soon.” 

“Goodnight,” you mumble, and your phone hits the floor once she hangs up. There isn’t much time to process, speed-dialing Wonyoung’s phone number. 

She sounds annoyed, not to mention a gruff the first few seconds of answering. You’re certain her and Yujin were fucking. “What- what the hell do you want now?!” 

“This is more important. I need to borrow another dress from one of you two.” 

–

Forty-five minutes prior, Karina sends a text: gonna need a raincheck on that lunch. i got paged.

You, with your back straight away from the chair, in the middle of fixing your lashes, you look confused at the phone: paged? what the hell happened? 

one of the fucking doctors in my department suffered a freak accident so i had to step in for his shift 

As if today couldn’t be any shitter already, some fucking life i have, hm? 

im sorry to hear that, you reply, with the most forced, sad faced text you could ever pull from your ass: :( 

Like that ever did much to stomach the disappointment rising within, feeling sympathetic. However, that’s not your style as you type. do you actually have to cancel today then? ://

yes. technically, Karina says. its just for lunch. tho i can move it back to dinner 

you’d reckon you’ll be out by then? 

best bet i’ll be off by 8. if you’d want i can swing by around 9 so there’s more time for u in getting ready and all 

You’re pinching your neck, leaning down on your thumb. 

deal :) 

great, and it’s a done deal for Karina’s part alright: see u at 9. 

–

You flinch at the knock on wood when it’s heard, turning back to see the clock: ten past nine. You’re also not a picky person for time, so it isn’t anything to lull over about. 

“Just a second!” You’re yelling down the hallway, glossing over a final check of your appearance. Keeping it mellow with the velvet red dress Yujin loaned you (god bless her, seriously). Like the black one prior: it’s short but fitted, with the neckline right past your upper chest. Even the lipstick’s a matching shade, in red. Wonyoung always said that was one of the few colors you stood out in. 

A quick touch up on the hair at the entryway, and you’re toeing the black pumps. Here’s the moment of truth: opening the door after calming the nerves. 

Karina stands on the other end, hand pocketing in her slacks and the other with a small bundle of roses she promptly extends out as an offering. You cradle them and look her in the eye, seeing her gaze traverse from head to toe. Then in reverse. “Hi,” she greets, and you’re already forgetting the anxiety. 

“Hi,” you say back, sheepish. “Very thoughtful of you. Bonus points for the construction paper.” 

Karina grins in acknowledgement, and you notice the flush of red peeking through the sides of her ears. You take it upon yourself to set the bouquet down to the nearby table behind, biting down the laugh. 

She sees you come back at the door, open-handed. “Ready?” 

“Please,” you reply, taking her arm and wrapping around it, amazed with the mannerism. “Lead the way.” 

–

“Now that we’re here,” Karina starts, menu flat to the table, face motionless and grave. “Tell me about the deal.” 

“What?” You snap your gaze back from the crystalized light strips. The diner she took you to was a little less fancy compared to the Astoria. 

(Emphasis on the less.) 

“We’re not just eating good food,” Karina prods, “Part of this was for us to get talking. In a more proper setting.” 

You huff. “Did I mention your car? I mean, with that price, I swear that’s more worth than my-” 

“Hey,” she stops you. It’s got the same effect as being slapped in the face. “You want to say something. I can tell. Go ahead, say what you want to say. Cut the bull.” 

“Alright,” and props to her for helping you fall back into the mindset - compartmentalizing what matters most: “Why’d you give me the six hundred dollars?” 

“Because I wanted to. You looked like you needed it.” 

“Yeah, but-” you slouch your shoulders with a small pout, “-why? Did you actually feel bad about my predicament?” 

“A bit.” 

“Then why pity me?” You ask, voice solemn. 

“I didn’t.” 

“If you say you didn’t then what is it?” 

“I used to be like you at one point. I understood.” 

“I’m not following.” 

“Dead end job, struggling to make ends meet, bottom of the barrel methods to get cash. Everyone’s who on the track to grad school; regardless if it’s law, medical, public work, the fucking circus- they’ve all come to a point where they realize how really fucking hard it is to get by.” 

You pinch the table cloth from beneath, blinking. “You showed empathy to me?” 

“Essentially,” is what Karina agrees on, leaning back all smug. Your eyes wander in thought. “I thought it’d be pretty straightforward for your sake.” 

“Giving a random person like me hundreds of dollars within an hour isn't as common as you think. Pardon my interpretation.” 

“Would it make you feel better,” she begins, “to give the money back?” 

“Oh, yes.” You answer easily. 

“Why don’t we switch things up?” Popping up another icebreaker in no time flat. “What’s your major?” 

“Karina, don’t-” 

Her hand reaches for yours. All you see is brown eyes in your field of vision. “What are you studying in?” 

You hold your breath. Falling into Karina’s charms wasn’t the plan; Yunjin would have your head if she knew Karina was taking it. But fuck she’s making it extremely difficult, nodding as you share: “I’m working towards to get my master’s in Psychology, and using that to help with kids.” 

“Working well with kids, huh.” 

“It’s cool,” you smile, softening up. “I had a stint in a school district where I worked with kindergarteners and I loved it. Kids are- easier to handle in comparison to people my age.” 

“Wait- hang on, you lost me for a second. Explain.” 

“They’re not complicated in any way,” you say. “Expectations are low, nothing much besides asking for more playtime or water and food. And they’re easy to get along with. They don’t talk much unless they want to and they aren’t super judgemental, so it’s nice.” You hit all the marks, and Karina’s lips are parted with a quirked brow from the facts.

“Amazing you see them like that,” she tells you, thumb skimming your knuckles. “Doesn’t sound too bad coming from you.” Your heart stutters in place and it feels like electricity coursing over your skin. “Very comforting.” 

“What makes you say that? Are you speaking from past experiences?” 

“I’m more in between one and the other. But it’d be cool to have that luxury,” replies Karina.

“You got siblings?” 

“I do. A sister.” 

“Wow.” That’s a new one. 

“Doesn’t seem like it, yeah?” she laughs, “Even though it is. Anyone ever mentioned you’re hilarious?” Karina’s eyeline peaks as you’re chuckling, in moderation. “Are you the same?” 

“Unfortunately I’m an only child,” you answer. Usually you’d stave off expanding on this - the typical turnabout tale of your upbringing, but Karina’s presence robs any kind of reticence whatsoever. “Both of my parents weren’t around that much so my aunt and cousin have been taking care of me since.” 

“Aw,” Karina laces her fingers into yours and clings at the minor pull. “Forget I asked.” 

“Oh- you’re fine,” you awkwardly play it off. “Besides, it was a long time ago. That doesn’t hurt me as much.” 

“Can I ask you another question?” 

“About the situation or more insight about my life?” 

Karina’s mouth quirks at the corner. You study the gaze more with the discovered beauty mark underneath. “Why not ask for their help? Let alone tell them about your problem?” 

“It’s bad enough for me to take money from them. I can’t afford to.” 

“Even in a dire situation like yours?” 

“They would’ve made the effort. I’d just turn them down.” 

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” she sighs, and you flutter your lashes. Getting the menu from the table, you open it right where Karina’s eyes float over the top. 

“My stomach’s empty and I don’t wanna get kicked out for hogging the table.” You jokingly grumble. “We should eat.” 

–

Commiserations to the Astoria, because the pasta and wine combo outmatches the appletini’s by a landslide. 

You’re back in the car; Karina’s motions are flawless - the way she uses the bottom of her palm against the wheel at every turn, her fingers curling the wheel on long straights. You want to feel the warmth of it gliding your skin. 

Seoul is glamorous, just that it’s never not busy. 

“The nice car is one thing,” you breathe, a little tense on the handle. “It’s more of the driver, if anything.” 

“Do you drive around here?” Karina grits, but she knows you’re pulling her leg

“I thrive with the bus and subway.” 

“Thought so,” she tuts, “My advice to you, it’s better to be a dick at the wheel than dead. Or be in traffic for more than three hours. Take my word for it, is the absolute fucking worst.” 

Despite the sarcastic complaint, Karina seems to take your words to heart. Prolonging this outing for as long as she could, as you’re gazing out the window of all the passing streetlights which lead back to your apartment. You also think about asking to stop by a convenience store, maybe sit at a playground, stop the car somewhere that isn’t my house- just don’t let this end. Her car is a haven where you don’t want to leave. 

Her voice also calls back to you, “Hey, you dozing off on me?” 

“No, I wasn’t,” you shake your head. 

Karina cards a few locks of your hair off the gearshift, gaze soft. “Heh, okay. Just making sure.” 

She rolls into an open spot at the front; you’re clinging to the side of your seat, bending leather. You’re also paying no attention to her parallel parking (deliberate as she is). Karina’s open arm - all consuming, in her car, the purr of the engine rumbling softly. The proximity is too much. You can’t inhale without her being so freaking close. 

Her right arm is still open, and she’s noticed. Eyes faded, mixed in the dark. “Thanks for- letting me do this,” she says hesitantly. “It turned out to be pretty fun.” 

“Yeah, same here.” 

You see her lips quirk. “Still gonna try giving the money back to me?” That alone makes you tense, clutching for your handbag, but Karina grabs your wrist, rests it on your thigh. “Look,” and she laughs, “It’s- I- I was just messing with you. I don’t need it, nor expect you to-” 

“Karina, please-” 

“I already told you,” she interrupts. “I don’t want the money back.” Her lip twitches again, towards a grin, and very wicked. “If I’m being honest, you can offer something more valuable.” 

You shake your head in denial, but it’s futile. The more you do it starts to make you think otherwise. “I should. You shouldn’t- I can’t. You’re way too thoughtful to even think of me-” 

Why? Why? This should be nipped in the bud - right here and now. But here is Karina: thumb to your chin, eyes leveled, melting to her touch. 

“Am I not thoughtful enough?” She asks with a hushed tone, but you’re frozen to even listen. Your body moves on its own, mouth open to proffer, clasping her hand on your cheek, and she meets in the middle - your bleak plea down her throat. 

Karina’s whole being intensifies as she kisses you. Hand now deep into your hair while the other holds your thigh. Your body feels tingly - like little needles pricking your insides, growing with every second your lips are on hers. It’s been so long since you’ve felt like this, and even Wonyoung would agree. A welcoming tongue, against and so willing- so eager to pry you apart. 

The rush consumes you, so much that you try to shift over to the driver's seat, but Karina stops your motions, pushing. She breaks the lip lock to get them on your neck, grab a more salivating taste through your skin, smiling at the passing sigh from your mouth. You tense a lot when she’s nipping- and sucking the sensitive pulse point. 

“Hmm,’ she hums, grinning as she moves her way up. “A little forward, are we sweetie?” 

It’s a full whiplash coming from sharp words cutting her mouth. Karina’s barely laid a finger and you’re fucking desperate. So she doubles down at the opening, hand well pressed against your groin you’re grinding on the jagged palm. God forbid if she let you touch yourself, you’d be off the edge, but you’re also thinking she wouldn’t do such a thing. 

Karina’s tongue laves your throat, alternating between the sucks and nibbles she continues to please. Her fingers pull gently in your hair - a marionette in her own right. Slowly adjusting her hand to your slow grinding, experimenting and exploring. Doing everything in her power to not touch you. And it’s about to cut the coil within you - at your legs. The friction between your hips, a measly little dance curated by her, waiting for the right moment to swallow you up. 

And when she pulls the swell of your lower lip, it rips a whine within you. “M-more, please-” 

“What do you need? Tell me where,” she says, tugging the endline of your dress, another tease. Her hand slides up the inside of your thigh. “You’re so good for me, baby. You want it here?” 

“Almost, fucking-” 

“Guide me,” instructs Karina, consumed by your needy eyes, voidless as they’ll ever be; and you’re despising every second into the madness, how she keeps her gaze trained, it won’t be enough till she has all of you.

To hell with the suspense, taking Karina’s fingers and slipping it beneath your panties, forcing you to spread wide. Wider. You were so afraid she’ll just leave you to your own devices, so high in the position of power, she’s caught off guard to the point she just groans and kisses you harshly, pinching your clit in the process. 

“There she is,” she rasps, loving this new version of you. Her fingers electric across your skin sends your head back. Craving for more force- more friction, and she takes, in awe and pure delight. “You’ve been waiting for me to do something about this-” 

“Fucking right you are-” 

“You need more- because you can’t cum just from this, no way.” Karina smiles, voice buried in your cheek. Her thumb pinches your clit as her two fingers glide along the leaking slit, and it’s fucking amazing. You could almost feel it, the taste alone worth the torture- 

She positions her fingers over your clit soon after. The first circular motion is slow, in measurement. Her forehead against yours and eyes wide open. She’s willing to learn what takes you to the brink, and you know well enough that it isn’t this- not yet. Your hand is quick to grab hers and you rut your hips deep to where she can bend the digits. 

“There- fuck, I like it there. A little fast-” you sputter, losing your head. “Keep, keep-” 

Karina siphons the remaining air, biting down on the words with another kiss. Her fingers increase in pace, holding the butt of her palm to your clit when she slips one inside, stretching little by little. You grind down, get it deep. Hell- you’re mimicking a thrust for the fun of it. You’d wish she’d just throw you to the backseat and fuck you with more than just her hands. 

A hot thought as that might be, your cunt clenches around her hand. She exclaims over your yell, holding your head close. 

“You’re a needy one when it matters,” hisses Karina, getting her fingers inside where you want them to be. “Are you always like this with other girls?” 

The pressure in your stomach is familiar. You’re chasing it- a full sobbing mess while Karina’s head is against your collarbone, mumbling listless things. You’re fucking amazing, honey. Beautiful. So lovely for me. Jesus- just like this for me? 

“You’re so good,” she adds, amidst the stream of endless praise. “My lovely girl. So perfect.” She makes you lose it. That smothering heat, washing all sense away. You’re shaking in Karina’s hands, holding her shoulder as you ride out the orgasm, kissing sloppily and slowing her embedded fingers. 

When you’ve calmed down, you gaze down to see the glossy strings on her digits. You’re even sighing in relief at the sight of her cleaning them off, but you wanted more. Even before you could think where to strike next - hands quick to her belt, set aside with her lips in interruption. 

“Please,” you plead, unfazed with how much you’ve said it up till this point. “Let me- make you feel good. I want-” 

Karina clutches your hair and pulls you for another kiss, enough to slide the words back down your mouth. It’s all mush in your brain. Your body pliant- 

“Not now,” she says, holding herself firm. “Promise. I’ll let you make it up to me next time.” 

“Next?” 

“You heard me,” she laughs, thumb to your cheekbone. “Besides, it’s late. Rest is important for you.” 

“Yeah,” you blink. “Right. Okay.” 

Karina catches your lips, then pecks your button nose, leaning to open the door. She watches as you shimmy out with an unsure step; see her wave from the window at the foyer. Once she drives off and you’re inside, you rush to the door and try your best to ease the swell building in your chest. 

You’re grabbing anything within reach: the door, the wall, kicking your shoes off and staggering your way to the couch. Every move is all routine at this point; seeing the lights, but still can’t think past the cozy warmth in your mind. A short second to contemplate, and you’re giggling. 

Relief. Relaxation. Whatever you’d like to call it. All you can remember is the grip of Karina’s hands - the taste of her lips, how her perfume smelled. Everything about her now is worth value - valuable enough you want to keep. 

“Next time,” you mutter. It’s stupid and giddy. “Can’t believe she said that.” 

The buzz of your phone vibrates behind you and you grab it instantly. Your face suddenly becomes warm again at Karina’s text, reading: goodnight. Typing up a response, another ping from your checking account gets your attention. 

to help you w classes, the message reads. Next to it was an amount: five thousand dollars. 

(Yes, five with an ‘f’. You can put the zeros together easily.) 

Your hand trembles, back flush with the door and sinking to the floor. You can’t stop blinking - even with the facts settling in- 

That night, when you crossed paths. Karina felt sympathetic once she learned why you were at the bar. Saying Giselle wasn’t the right person- faintly implying you deserve better. The money was an act of goodwill, in kindness. 

“To help you,” she had said earlier. “I don’t want you to pity or refuse me in doing so.” 

The impression alone might have been enough - to convince yourself that Giselle had simply been one-upped. 

–

Karina stops by your place next week. In far more casual attire this time around. 

Then the second. On a Saturday morning at the farmer’s market because why not? 

The third and fourth times were on alternating days - despite being between fifteen to thirty minutes on her scheduled breaks (plus you’re ignoring her trek to and from the hospital, which you’ll applaud the effort). 

Frequency increases, much to the point where she’s stopping at your doorstep every day she can. 

When she leaves you breathless with a parting kiss on the sidewalk, and rolling away not long after. You can’t help but think. It’s too nice- too easy. Her lasting tinge of her lips makes you crave it, and her- 

(There might not be much to read into at all.) 

–

You’ve been in this position before: sprawled on the bed, the room dimmed in muted lights, filled with the mix of smacking skin and heaving pants. 

The sheets crumple at your grasp underneath you, sitting yourself up as best you could, gyrating your hips to match the pace of Karina’s fingers inside your cunt. She then buries her other hand in your locks, pulling you in for a kiss that keeps taking. For a second, then it’s your parted mouths and quick breaths. It’s sweet, grounded. 

The tightening in your stomach starts to weigh down deep, falling back on the bed; the pressure overshadows Karina’s presence, but she’s here to go along with what your body’s showing her. Soon her arm slithers behind your back, lifting you, cupping your cunt while you feel her mouth over your already-marked-up chest. 

“One more,” she breathes, in a ragged voice. “You can give me one more, sweetheart.” 

She’s chasing that high you gave from her sitting on your face, seeing her eyes crinkled and posture buckle, grinding her pussy lips all over your mouth. Tongue splitting her open until she’s lost all feeling in her lower half. In the end, you learn that Karina wants things done her way - resulting in two orgasms back to back: one when you’re bent over on all fours with a strawberry-shaded ass and the other just now flipped over your back. 

Not even a chance to let you breathe, mind you. But you’re relishing in it; you still are, in all the ways that matter to her. 

You feel her fingers slide in your slit as you’re still sensitive, shimmying the way down till she’s at a stable pace - until she gets rough and brings you back to the edge once again. A divide and conquer with a hand at your cunt, the other at your tit, then her lips capturing yours. Your brain’s all foggy you don’t realize her burying nose at your clit, lapping up what remained from the earlier high. 

“I fucking adore you,” she mumbles, barely. Hand to your hip and forcing you to arch at the suction. You swear, and that fucking mouth- 

“You’re amazing,” Karina praises, and it sends a chain reaction to your nerves. The affection curdling in your entire being. She doesn’t let up in fucking you, mouth and fingers working in their verison of holy matrimony, and soon you’re letting go. 

At this point you’re fucking whimpering - hips bucking and twitching along with the rest of your convulsing body, letting the ecstasy flow without a fight. Karina keeps ramming her fingers, letting you feel: it’s at the bottom of your throat, the curved spine, the uneven switch from slow to fast. And when you’re finally spent, the ridiculous pull withering away from your core, slick spread dripping to your inner thighs, air cooling your body, followed with a stray lick from Karina’s tongue. 

“Okay. Okay. Relax,” you groan. “That’s good enough.” 

“But you taste wonderful,” Karina mutters, helping you up before treating another go at your neck. Rubbing your stomach and massaging a boob. “I’ve never had anyone clamp around my hand like that, not to mention squirt- ” 

“Karina,” Christ almighty, she’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing. 

“Jus’ sayin,” she chortles, watching you put your head on her shoulder with a peck. Karina helps herself to hugging you, patting some hair and dancing her fingers in various areas of your figure. Tapping on the shoulder, an oblique, grinning into the kiss delightfully. 

“Do you have to go?” You ask innocently. Karina’s face shifts and you feel the disappointment set in. 

“Unfortunately.” That makes you wince. “I have a meeting first thing in the morning. The monthly meeting.” 

“Right.” You can’t even be upset in the first place - especially you forgetting she has a job - but it’s spiraling as it is, adding onto the growing feeling Karina’s got what she wanted and has cast you aside. She notices this, bringing herself close and tapping her nose at the tip of your forehead. 

“I’d stay,” she whispers, “Believe me. If I could, I’d stick with you longer.” 

It cuts like a blade, considering what it meant between you two (and you, especially). You negate the thought, replace it with a subtle mock: “You’re already there longer than here.” 

“Tell that to my superior and they’ll have someone cover me. I’m sure the next guy called up won’t have an issue taking a bullet out of a patient’s brain.” 

“Ew-” you cringe at the new information. “Warn a girl next time, will ya?” 

“Because of what I said?” 

“I’m joking.” You answer that with a finger to Karina’s clavicle, poking her rapid heart, swiping your thumb at her lips. “I am a little worried, however.” 

“Are you subjecting me to a psychology consultation now? Normally that comes after ten, even twenty years.” 

“Issues can occur at all ages. Can never be too late nor early.” 

“Wonderful,” Karina chuckles as she gets your finger between her teeth. “For the record: I’ve been like this. Always.” 

“This, as in-” but the cutoff happens when Karina drags you flat on your back; straddling and leaning down for a long, wanting kiss, breaking away. 

“Your enchantment over me,” she answers, grinning. That alone makes you blush, followed up with a delightful kiss by her. You could feel her lips tap your forehead and down to your cheekbones - even the spots where you want her to touch over and over. Once she meets your lips, you can taste the sweetness coming off it. 

“I really want to stay,” rasps Karina, pulling away, but you hold her close. 

“Stay.” It’s all you want her to do. 

“Me staying equals leaving at four in the morning to my apartment- along with the commute to the hospital while beating early traffic. Plus you told me there’s class tomorrow. You’d sleep in instead of waking up and that means you’ll miss the lecture.” 

Karina’s opinion shouldn’t be seen as an excuse, since she’s right. It’s not the first time it’s happened to you, and that thought burns in your head: that idea of anger clouding your judgement - going through the motions and not thinking twice. After all- 

It’s only transactional. 

“I guess you should go,” you say, calmly. 

“You’ll be fine without me,” says Karina, kissing you. “Get some rest.” She then smothers you with more kisses, stopping at your nose before rising. You watch as she pulls on her clothes, walking around the room to gather her things. Only to return and slide a few hairs from your face, lips to the crown. “Call you later?” 

“Sure.” Karina steers her head to the side of yours. “Be safe, okay?” 

You come against her lips. “I will.” 

With satisfaction, you see Karina’s eyes pulling away; filled with nothing but darkness behind them, hoping to be full of you. That alone makes you want to shut the door once she leaves and bury your face into the bed. You hear her curse once she’s at the door, fiddling with the knob a few times when it doesn’t budge. She clicks her tongue and jams the thing again. 

“You’re supposed to turn it slowly,” you say while sitting up. “Normally I keep the thing half open most of the time.” 

“Well how long has the door been like this?” 

“Since I bought the place.” 

“Fuck me,” Karina exclaims. “Luckily this is an easy fix, I hope.” 

“Wait till I tell you about the water bill.” 

“What about it?” 

“There’s no hot water for me some days.” 

“And you didn’t bring this up with your owner?” She asks, angrily. 

“Multiple times,” you answer, shrugging. “Brushed it off aside because he didn’t want to deal with it.” 

Karina huffs, gripping the doorknob, the hinges creaking from the force. “What a complete asshole.” 

“I’ve got by this far; Karina, it’s fine-” 

“I’m bringing my guy next week to deal with this,” Karina butts in, unwilling to argue. “The doorknob I’ll help you with and I’ll get the shower fixed properly.” 

You wince in embarrassment. “Karina, you don’t have to-” 

“I want to,” she replies, her gaze wistful looking back. “I applaud you for living like this for so long, you should at least make it somewhat bearable.” 

“Alright, I hear you.” 

“I’ll have a repairman see the place.” That being said, Karina manages to get the door open and walks away. Not long after, the front door shuts. You get ready for bed and pat down your pillow, leaning in to get Karina’s scent, curling it as you fall asleep. 

–

(Right before you leave for class, you check your phone to see two things: 

(1). A payment wired from Karina for breakfast. 

(2). The contact information for the handyman she also mentioned.) 

–

“Have you been getting my texts? My calls?!” Yunjin asks the moment you answer the phone, muting your laugh. 

“Hi, Yunjin. I’ve missed you too.” 

“Everything’s okay? School is not too much for you?” She asks again. 

You slouch on your speakeasy chair, socks sliding across the hardwood. You place the phone on the armrest and inhale the aroma of your asahi tea. “All is good,” you answer. “I’ve just been- caught up with, well- y’know: life.” 

“You don’t sound sure.” 

“It’s just school,” you supply. “These next couple years are precious to me, graduate program and what not.” Yunjin hums a sound of approval. “Plus the communication goes both ways. If you feel like calling me, then do it.” 

“Work’s been alright, just busy.” Yunjin defends promptly. 

“Exactly my point.” You remark, sipping your tea, zoning out to different parts of your home, waiting to hear from Yunjin. The both of you tend to yap at times - most of the calls go this route usually: short updates, the long spells of silence; maybe a tad bit of resentment too, but you don’t go that far. Yunjin has her soft side (more than she would like to admit) but holds a high standard in your very different lives. 

Her final question after these conversations: “Is your money situation holding up?” 

“Yes-” is the go-to answer, “-and before you say anything, I’m fine with you, uncle, or auntie not sending me money for the time being.” 

“Tips flowing this time around this year?” 

“Swimmingly,” you laugh. 

Yunjin chuckles, “Good to know you’re holding up. Don’t hesitate to call me, hm?” 

“One call away.” 

“Take care, kid.” 

She then hangs up right as you mumble a ‘bye’. 

–

A bit peculiar when it’s a random one o’clock in the afternoon, hearing a knock from the kitchen. To your curiosity, you’re caught in Karina’s arms before you could even mutter a simple ‘hi’. Her mouth is all over your face and you’re laughing as she shuts the door behind her

“How are you-” you could feel her grin against the row of your bottom lips, “-even here? What the heck?!” 

“I'm on my extended break,” beams Karina, tugging the waistband of your sweats, humming at your whimper. “Though, it was worth coming all the way here.” 

“What about lunch?” You ask.

“What about it?” 

You could feel Karina’s fingers slide up from the little groove of your ass to your waist, pinching. Your breath hitches, toes curling on the floor. “I was just asking.” 

She drags her head back from your collarbone to smirk. “The only thing I have on the menu is you.”

You both laugh, and you let the urge to kiss her consume your thoughts. Fueled by passion, your heel hooks around her thigh, pulling your legs close as Karina’s hand cups your panties, the fabric shifting at her touch, clinging. She then holds you by the neck, leaning down to deepen the liplock - feel her hand grasp behind your ass, hand pressing firmly your toes are curling. Cumming like this would be the fastest way to do things, but you want Karina’s pair of lips in a spot where it’s useful. 

So you yank her by the hair, see her face full of want spilling from her eyes - lidded and far gone she’s practically drooling with her mouth hung open. Karina palms your cheek, grazing your lip. “C’mon,” you beg, moving along with Karina’s hand. “I want you to fuck me-” 

Karina smiles, psychotic. Pins your body hard against the wall - it suffocates you. “So needy. You don’t care about the neighbors complaining this time?” 

You’re blushing brighter and listen to Karina’s giggle. She’s willing to give your request, yanking your body off the hallway and stumbling back to the bedroom. Kicking the door open it slams into the wall. 

It’s all out of pure giddiness when Karina pushes you down so she’s the first one to get her clothes off, tossing them one layer onto another - ripping off your sweats and clutching your head for another kiss. Tensing up as her fingers tap the wet fabric of your underwear. 

“Fucking tease,” you grit, heat rising to your skin; every move of muscle another ache to satiate for your own pleasure. “I’m gonna go insane if you don’t touch me.” 

“Well we can’t have that, can we?” Karina says, eager to be the overseer of your own undoing. “Especially since you’re a lot rude compared to before,” she tells you, closing the proximity, right as you’re pushing for more, when suddenly- 

The power’s cut off from the place. 

Karina stops her movements, looking up. It is out of nowhere, just to be clear. So you’re just waiting a few seconds for the lights to go back on. As uncommon as it is- well, the building is a bit outdated by twenty years, and the aged wiring has been mentioned, but the apartment’s still dark. 

“Are you fucking serious?” You huff, pleasure now flushed from your body. You tap Karina to move. “God, I swear I- ugh, what the actual fuck-” 

“What happened?” Karina asks, and you’re off the bed and into the kitchen. You swipe the small stack of envelopes from the coffee table to scour, squinting because of the lack of proper lighting. You then grab your phone and turn on the flashlight mode. Karina hovers over you, concerned. “Is everything okay?” 

“My electricity,” you say. “I think they upped the amount to pay and I gave them the old amount in short without checking. It sucks but- I thought they didn’t say it’ll happen till the following month-” 

“Ah- it happens, don’t worry,” remarks Karina. She pats your shoulder and kneels down to your hunched state. “If you just explain and pay the remaining amount, they’ll be fine with it. Best that I can assume.” 

“There’s just one catch, I-” 

Don’t even have the cash. You stop your mouth, and exhale loudly. Karina can imagine the look on your face even when she doesn’t see it; you could feel the anxiety rise up to the air. 

“You just need help-” and that’s what scares you: the implication. “I can, if you let me.” 

“Karina, it’s fine.” 

“It’s not fine.” She snaps. “I can because I want to.” 

“Asking you won’t make me feel any better-” but Karina cups your face. Gazing into your eyes, sympathetic. 

“I’m giving you an offer-” she laughs, and you’re undecided if it’s pitiful - it shouldn’t be. “-to help. You don’t have to deal with it all by yourself.” 

You stare, ignore the alarming pang of your heart. “Okay,” you’re saying, somewhat relieved. 

Karina then kisses your chin before patting your head. “If you have an account for your lease, I can pay it through there.” She checks the time on your phone screen as well. “Okay, I also have less than an hour until the power comes on so I can chill with you until later.” 

“Laptop’s back in the room,” you sigh. “My password is my birthday.” 

“I have a good memory, I remember.” Karina chortles, nodding as she marches back to your room. You smile but once she’s away, your face folds and is riddled with depression. 

–

(Wonyoung phones you, er- or at least, tries to: “So you’re not gonna fill me in until later or what’s happening?” 

“Uh,” you lick your lips, since the ostense sounds pretty enticing. “Yeah, don’t worry about it.” 

“Wai-” and the line goes dead. 

It’s definitely on sight for her when she spots you sometime in the week.)

–

oh, we're not done here. that's why there's a double drop. ;')

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I'm sure there's lots of you that would do plenty of things to her cus why not? She's our fav xmm growing up. Leave in the comments what you'd do to her if you're given a whole day with her ✌🏻

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Lip series.

Requesting Ning as your personal pet and using her throat to be personal cock Warmer for you

Lips #18

(Ningning X Male Reader ft. Somi) Wordcount: 2629 words

Your apartment is quiet. Except for the faint sound of your footsteps across the floor after you dropped your things at the door. Waiting by the couch, on her knees, is Ningning. Her hair falls in loose waves around her face, framing the black leather collar snug around her throat. A thin silver tag dangles from it. Engraved with one simple word.

“Pet”

Her eyes flick up the moment you appear. Wide, expectant and shining with need. She shifts slightly on her knees, hands folded neatly in her lap just the way you trained her.

“Good girl.”

Your knuckles brush along her cheek. Her lips part at the praise, a soft whine escaping her. She leans into your touch like she can’t help herself. You sink onto the couch, spreading your legs.

“You know your purpose.”

“Yes, Master.”

Ningning whispers instantly, her voice small but eager. Her hands are already reaching for your waistband. She frees you a moment later, her breath catching as your cock springs heavy into her palm. She doesn’t hesitate. Her lips open. Her tongue stretches out. And then she lowers her mouth onto your shaft until the tip presses against the back of her throat. Her body trembles, but she stays there. She chokes softly, drool pooling at the corners of her mouth. The collar around her throat shifts with each swallow, a perfect reminder of her role.

You rest your hand on her head, feeling her throat flex around you.

“That’s it.”

Ningning moans softly around your cock, the vibrations running straight up your length. She doesn’t bob her head or move. She just stays buried, her throat stretched, your cock snug inside her mouth like she was made for it. Saliva leaks freely down her chin, dripping onto her chest. But she doesn’t move a muscle. Her only purpose now is to keep you sheathed. To be your personal cock warmer. Until you decide otherwise. Your cock is sunk deep into her throat, her lips sealed tight around your base. Her eyes are half lidded and teary. Her chest rises and falls in shaky little gasps every time she swallows around you. The drool that has been dripping steadily from her chin is now already sliding down her collarbone, soaking into the thin fabric of her top.

You barely spare her a glance. Your hand rests lazily on her head, more out of habit than need. Your other hand moves to your phone. You unlock the screen, scrolling casually through messages, emails and a couple of news headlines. The contrast is obscene. You, relaxed and busy. Ningning, trembling and stuffed full, her throat stretched wide by your cock.

A faint gurgle escapes her when she shifts her jaw, but you ignore it. She whines softly around your length. The sound bubbles through her spit, and the vibration makes you twitch against her tongue. You glance down briefly, meeting her pleading eyes, then return to your phone. Her throat flexes again, swallowing around you instinctively. You don’t react.

Minutes pass. You scroll, answer a couple of texts, adjust yourself deeper into the couch. Meanwhile, Ningning drools messily, saliva coating your cock and pooling down onto her chest. Her thighs press together tighter and tighter as the ache between them builds. Every so often she moans. Muffled and weak sounds of plea. But you just stroke her hair absently, as if she was a pet.

“Good girl.”

You praise without looking up, your eyes still on the glowing screen in your hand.

She shudders at the praise, her whole body trembling as she continues to hold you in her throat. Your personal cock warmer, silent and forgotten while you focus on everything but her. Ningning stays buried on your cock, her throat stretched, lips pressed tight against your base. Drool streams down her chin in long, messy ropes. Now it’s already dripping onto her knees and pooling on the floor. Her eyes water constantly, tears mixing with spit until her face glistens. You sit back, scrolling casually. Eventually you log onto Tinder.

Your thumb moves idly, flipping through photos of smiling, dolled up girls. Fit bodies, pretty dresses, party poses. All the while, your cock sits lodged deep in Ningning’s throat, her whole body trembling just to keep you warm. Every so often you pause, tapping a girl’s profile to check more pictures.

“Mm… she’s cute.”

You murmur to yourself.

“Nice body. Could be fun.”

Ningning makes a strangled noise around your dick, her throat tightening, but you don’t acknowledge it. You just keep scrolling, your cock twitching in her mouth whenever a particularly hot profile flashes on screen. Her eyes lift, watery and wide, staring at you with disbelief. As if she can’t understand how you could even think of other girls while she kneels here. Her lips stretched. Her throat raw. Her face dripping.

But she doesn’t move. She can’t. She’s your pet.

A thick gag rattles from her chest when her throat spasms, forcing another flood of spit to leak down over her collar. You just pat her head absently, eyes still on your phone.

“Easy, pet. Don’t make a mess. You’ll ruin the floor.”

Her body jolts with humiliation, but she swallows hard, trying to steady herself. She lets out a muffled whine that vibrates around your cock, as if begging for your attention. You swipe again, grinning faintly.

“Damn… this one’s gorgeous. Wouldn’t mind having her on her knees, too.”

You glance down briefly at Ningning, her face ruined with spit and tears, her lips stretched red and raw around you.

“Not that you count, of course. You’re just my cock warmer.”

Her eyes flutter shut at the words, her whole body trembling. She’s suffering, degraded, but obedient, holding your cock in her throat as you keep swiping through prettier, “better” girls.

You keep going, half smiling at the screen while Ningning gags softly around you. Her lips are swollen, her throat stretched to its limit, but you don’t pay her more than a passing glance. Instead, you stop on another profile. A girl in a tight red dress, posing with her friends at a bar. You tilt your phone down toward Ningning’s tear streaked face.

“Look at her.”

You say, as though Ningning is nothing but an audience.

“She’s way hotter than you. Can you imagine how good she’d be on her knees?”

Ningning’s eyes lift, watery and pleading. But you just angle the screen closer until the photo fills her vision. She moans weakly around your cock, the sound echoing through her spit as it slides down her chin. You swipe again. Another girl, this one in gym clothes, toned body gleaming with sweat. You chuckle.

“Bet she could ride me for hours without stopping. Way better than anything you could do.”

Ningning lets out a muffled whimper, her throat convulsing as she swallows around you. A fresh flood of drool spills down her neck, soaking into her collar. She trembles, not daring to pull back, even as the humiliation makes her chest hitch with sobs.

You scroll once more, stopping on a bikini shot. Long legs, curves displayed perfectly in the sunlight. You lean back and sigh contentedly, your cock twitching inside Ningning’s throat.

“God, just imagine fucking her… she’d be heaven. Not like you.”

Ningning’s whole body shudders at your words. Her lips tighten instinctively around you, as though trying to prove her worth, to cling to the only role you’ve given her. You don’t acknowledge it. You just rest your hand lazily on her head. Your thumb hovers over the screen, smirk tugging at your lips as you scroll through the bikini girl’s gallery. Her name flashes across the top.

Somi

One photo has her leaning against a pool chair, tits straining against a tiny top, her smile bright and inviting. Another shows her leaning forward at the pool’s edge, water glistening on her back, her ass just barely visible beneath the surface.

You tilt the screen so Ningning can see, your cock still buried in her throat.

“Look at Somi. Should I text her, pet? See if she wants to come warm me up instead?”

Ningning whimpers around you, her throat tightening as she tries to shake her head. Her eyes widen, glistening with tears, her lips trembling against your shaft. But you just chuckle.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

You type out a quick message, something simple but suggestive and send it. The little whoosh sound of it sending makes Ningning flinch. She moans weakly, muffled around your cock. You swipe again, scrolling lazily through more girls, each one prettier, hotter, more carefree than the one drooling at your feet. Ningning’s chest heaves with every shallow gag, her body shaking as though every swipe cuts deeper.

Then…

Ding.

A notification.

You glance down at Ningning, then back at your phone, eyebrows lifting.

“Well, what do you know…”

Somi’s name lights up on the screen. She replied.

The sound alone makes Ningning whine desperately,.Her eyes dart toward the phone, then up at you. She looks terrified, her lips trembling around your cock. The thought of being replaced has broken something inside her.

Your cock twitches inside Ningning’s throat as her wide, tear streaked eyes watch you.

“Let’s see what Somi has to say…”

You read it aloud, word for word.

“Hey thank you. You’re pretty cute yourself. That picture on your profile… are you as big in real life as you look there?”

A grin spreads across your face. She checked out your profile. And she also saw the picture of you in your trunks at the beach.

“Well, isn’t she forward?”

Ningning gags softly, throat flexing hard around you. You just pat her head like she’s nothing more than furniture while you type a reply.

“Bigger.”

You send, smirking as you stroke her hair lazily.

Moments later, another ding. You chuckle and read it again.

“Mmh, prove it. Send me something.”

Ningning whimpers around your cock. Her throat clenches. Drool pools down her chin, but she can’t pull away. Not with your hand heavy on her head.

“Should I send her a picture, pet?”

You tease, showing Ningning the screen.

“Of me inside your throat, maybe?”

She moans frantically, muffled, shaking her head as best she can, tears spilling faster. But you ignore her, thumb tapping quickly. You send her a picture of your cock from your gallery. But it’s not just your cock in the picture. It’s lying on Ningning’s face. And she looks at it, cross eyed, tongue hanging out of her mouth. The small silver tag of her collar seems to glow as the flash of the camera hits it.

Another ding.

“God, that’s so hot. Bet you could wreck me with it. When can I see you?”

You laugh, leaning back, your cock still snug in Ningning’s mouth as if her suffering is nothing but background noise.

“See that?”

You show her the picture you sent and Somi’s reply. A wave of boiling hot shame rushes through Ningning’s body. She sobs around your cock.

“She didn’t even acknowledge you.”

It’s almost impossible to say that nonchalantly, but you pull it off anyway.

Ningning’s body trembles. Her nails dig into her own thighs, but she stays in place. She has no choice. She’s your cock warmer, even while you text other women right above her head.

The conversation grows spicier with every ding, every line you read out loud. Somi begging for a taste, hinting at how good she’d be bouncing on your cock, saying she’d swallow you whole. All while Ningning drools, gags, and moans pitifully around you, forced to listen to another girl talk about how much better she could be.

“I’m imagining it now. Me on my knees with you in my mouth. Bet I’d swallow without spilling a drop.”

You chuckle, angling the screen so Ningning can see the words through her blurred vision.

“Hear that, pet? She says she’d swallow everything. Can you say the same?”

Ningning gags softly around you, drool dripping steadily down her chin. Her throat pulses again as if trying to prove herself, but you just hum, thumbing a reply.

Another ding.

“God, you’re driving me crazy. You free this weekend?”

You grin.

“Persistent little thing, isn’t she?”

You type back something vague, enough to keep her hooked. Ningning’s lips quiver helplessly around your cock. The back and forth continues for a few more minutes. Somi is sending you emojis, half teasing, half hungry messages. You read just enough of them aloud to twist the knife in Ningning’s chest. Every word about how much Somi wants you makes her shudder more. Drool soaks her collar as she’s forced to keep you warm like a forgotten toy.

Finally, another buzz.

“Have to go now. Talk soon 😉.”

You lock your phone, sliding it into your pocket, and look down at Ningning for the first time in what she feels like forever. Her face is ruined. Spit, tears, mascara streaks are all blending together as she clings to your cock with her lips.

“Looks like Somi’s gone.”

Your fingers tighten in her hair.

“Which means it’s just you and me again, pet.”

You pull her head back slowly, your cock sliding free of her throat with a slick pop. She gasps loudly, chest heaving, a string of spit connecting her swollen lips to your tip.

For a moment, you just look at her.

“Let’s make some use of that mouth.”

You press your cock between her lips again, not sinking in this time, just sliding it across her tongue. Then you start moving your hips. You use her mouth like a wet hole. You jerk yourself off with her lips. Ningning moans weakly as your pace increases. She can only take it as you turn her into your fleshlight. Your cock glides wetly through Ningning’s lips with each thrust. You use her mouth like it’s nothing but a sleeve, getting yourself off with her lips while she kneels obediently, moaning softly through the mess.

Her eyes are half shut, tears streaking down while drool strings from her chin. Every time your cockhead pushes against her tongue, her whole body shudders as if she’s grateful just to be touched at all. Your breathing grows heavier, your thrusts rougher, the need coiling tight inside you. You grip her hair, holding her steady as your hips buck faster against her ruined mouth.

“Hold still.”

Your cock twitches against her lips.

“I’m gonna finish.”

Ningning moans, eyes fluttering open just in time to see your climax.

Hot ropes of cum streak across her face. They splatter her cheeks, her nose, her lips, even streaking up toward her forehead. She gasps at the sudden warmth. Her mouth falls open wider as drops drip onto her tongue. Another thick spurt paints her jawline, sliding down to her collar, mixing with the drool already soaking her chest.

Her face is a masterpiece of filth after just a couple of seconds. It’s glazed and dripping, every inch smeared with your cum and her spit. You tighten your grip in her hair, tilting her head back so she can’t wipe anything away.

“Don’t move.”

Ningning freezes, her breath shuddering, cum dripping down her chin. Her glassy eyes meet yours, silently begging for praise.

Instead, you pull your phone back out. The screen lights up, casting a glow over her ruined face.

“Perfect.”

You angle the camera.

“This’ll make a nice picture for Somi.”

Ningning’s eyes widen in shock, another whimper breaking from her throat. But she doesn’t move. She can’t. She just kneels there, drenched in your cum, while you snap the picture to send to another girl.

Your cum slides slowly down her cheek as the shutter clicks.

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Used And Abused (Repost)

IVE Yujin x Male Reader

5.6k words

Very simply, Yujin uses her nerd until she's satisfied.

(My favourite one, lol)

Yujin was waiting for you in your dorm’s hallway. How she got in was a total mystery: there was a very strict guard at the entrance that absolutely did not allow females in, and the hallways were also locked and could be opened only with a card. That matters not now. One thing is clear: she’s here for you. The guys that lived here definitely weren’t her type, you doubt someone won the rotten heart of Ahn Yujin, and knowing the bad history between you and her, you understood perfectly why she was here.

She’s dressed like a slut. Short messy hair, a tight white top, extremely short shorts, and knee-length sheer tights. 

There’s not a single smile or hint of happiness when she sees you. There’s an unpleasant frown plastered on her face, wicked lips, and disgusted eyes. Your sight alone left a terribly sour taste in her mouth.

She turns around, getting off from the wall where she’s been waiting for you. You stop two meters from her but she gets closer.

“Are you having a good day, you fucking nerd?” she asks. Yujin had always been very good at small talk. “Did you hang out with your nerdy friends again? Where did you go? At a museum? Did you spend your afternoon counting pi?”

“I was at the school’s fair actually,” you answer. Your response earns a guttural reaction from Yujin. Her nose scrunches and she scoffs. 

“Yeah, I bet it was fun. Must be fun not being fucking suspended, huh?” 

So that was what it was about. The school’s delinquent got what she deserved and now came back for revenge. You hated Yujin. You hated how she walked, swaying her shoulders and bobbing her steps like she was some sort of model, the queen of the school. You hated how she talked, with that totally bitchy and condescending tone. You hated how she looked, destroying the look of the school, like a dog shit on the side of Hollywood Boulevard. 

You hated the smell of smoke that’d come from the back of the school during every recess, the pleas of the other female classmates that she’d steal money from, and the shit she pulled on you on the daily. Milk poured on your head, stolen shoes, busted locker, ripped notebooks, and so on. You had enough.

You weren’t the type to use violence, even though you wished to. A part of it was because you didn’t feel the need to and because you didn’t want to come down to her level. So you took a couple of videos, exchanged a couple of words with the school supervisor, and she was gone.

Easy peasy.

But no, it wasn’t. Because now Yujin was here and no one else was going to help you.

“You know,” she starts. “When you told them I smoked, you got lucky. Wony told me it was a good thing that I stopped smoking and it’d be better for my health. So I closed an eye.”

“You stinked, Yujin,” you replied. “Your smell of smoke was all over the hallway.”

“Huh? You’re the one to talk, nerd. You smell like shit. You probably don’t even shower, how about you learn how to use some deodorant instead of filling your socks up with cum.”

“You’re just saying stupid shit.”

“Oh, I think I hit the nail on the head.”

Yujin steps closer and closer to you, looking through her eyebrows, completely still in your eyes. You have no choice but to step back. You can smell her perfume, it’s strong and rubs on your nostrils like salt. You can see her carefully put on eye shadow, her dark lipstick, her frizzy hair. She’s really spent a lot of time and care to look her worse.

“Yujin, step back,” you say, stupidly, because it’s you that’s stepping back, too intimidated to do anything about it. And she notices it, she takes twice the steps and corners you against the door of your dorm room. 

“You think you’re cool? Who do you think is gonna help you?” Yujin laughs. “Why don’t you ask your discord friends? They’re just losers like you, maybe together you can do something. Oh, right,” she stops for a second and flashes a sick smile, “why don’t you throw one of your weird dices? Maybe if you get a twenty, I’ll go away.”

Yujin laughs again, satisfied at her joke. You weren’t.

“What is it that you want, Yujin?” you ask. Eventhough, you already suspected the reason, you wanted to hear her intentions. You didn’t know what her plans might have been but it certainly couldn’t be a good one if she actually went here. Usually, she’d wait for you in the school’s hallways with a couple of her friends to properly mess with you. Slamming you against the locker was a good warning most of the time.

“No, let me ask you another question.” She raises her head to give you a nod. “Do you know what you did to me?” 

“What have I ever done to you?”

She scoffs. “Oh, yeah, you’re so innocent, such a saint.”

“You literally made my life a living hell,” you start, you can feel the anger build up inside you. You tried to keep it inside you all this time, but when she was right here in front of you, talking like she had no faults, you really couldn’t hold it back. “There wasn’t a day where you wouldn’t hurt me. You destroyed all of my notes, you stole my shit, my bags…”

“Shut up.”

“You couldn’t even do it alone. You always brought your friends with you to fuck with me, because you’re scar—”

“Shut the fuck up!” Yujin snapped and slammed you against the door. The door handle planted right into your spine, making you jolt from the sudden pain. You scrunched your face at the painful surprise and coughed. Yujin was holding your shirt so tightly you could hear the small fibers rip and tear. She twisted your skin under the fabric, pushing you more into the door. 

“Do you know why I did that to you? Do you really want to know why?” Yujin whispered. You hated how condescending she sounded whenever she talked to you. But you couldn’t object, the handle was keeping you at uncomfortable arch and the air had already been knocked out of your lungs on the first blow.

“It’s because you’re a fucking bitch. A little nerd. A loser,” she says. “And loser like you deserve to be used and abused. Because it’s fun and because the sight of you is just disgusting.”

“Yujin you’re a bastard—”

Yujin slaps you. She makes sure it stings as much as possible, leaving a red handprint on your cheek.

“Who said you could speak to me like that? You fucking dog.”

Useless are your attempts to fight back. You speak again and this time she slams you through the door. The handle was already half turnt and the last blow opened it entirely. 

“You got me fucking suspended. You know, I tried to keep it secret but it got to my dad’s ears and he cut my money. Do you know how annoying that is? I can’t buy shit. I can’t go anywhere. The clubs are all on the other part of the city. It’s been so boring. I’m gonna fucking rape you.”

Yujin slams you against the wall. Hard. She doesn’t care if it hurts, no, actually—she wants you to feel every inch of the wall banging into your lungs—the more painful, the better. Her hand is tightly gripping into your neck, squeezing your throat shut. You can only try to get some space between her fingers by wriggling around, trying to claw her hands open, and you can only earn a couple of breaths, just enough to keep you awake. 

Her strength is raw and unexpected. Only now that her nails scratched your skin, do you realize how soft and fragile your body was. You feel small and powerless against her. Her eyes aren’t human, you have never seen such an ecstatic expression—it’s pure euphoria—her pupils are fully dilated, her eyelids opening more and more as she sinks her finger on you. 

She has a wicked smile. It was the happiest and most honest smile you have ever seen but also the most horrifying and terrible grin. With her leg, she kicks the door shut. It’s just you and her now.

“Aww, am I pushing a bit too hard on your throat?” she mocks you. “Getting hard to breathe?”

You cough violently. Your adrenaline is rushing inside your veins, every inch of your body is screaming at you to get her away from her, to run away and not turn back. But you can’t. Your legs are wobbly. You can only fight for a couple of sips of air and pray she doesn’t kill you.

“Ooh, what’s this?” Yujin’s other hand makes its way to your ear while leaving a mark on your neck from her sharp nails. It rubs your lobe, gently, and traces the shape of your ear. Her other hand’s grip softens and you can finally inhale. “Your cute little ears are all hot and red from humiliation.”

She giggles and slowly inhales, savoring that helpless look on your face. Oh, it’s so sweet. How you’re almost crying, flushed and red. She inches closer and her warm breath caresses your cheek. You’d think she was going to bite you—if there was anything that she hadn’t seen yet was your blood and she must’ve been craving it. But no, she skips your neck and goes straight to your red ear.

“What a treat…” You hear the whisper brush your eardrum before her mouth wraps around it. Her lips nibble your earlobes, softly munching around your cartilage, and at times her tongue shily peeks through. It’s warm, it’s terribly hot. 

You can feel the sweat run down your back. It was a feeling you’ve never felt before. It tickles. She must’ve figured you had sensitive ears from the way you were squirming and whining. You can feel her lips smile from your side, and your skin quivers from every single breath and sound that leaves her mouth.

Her tongue moves from the helix to the entrance of your ear canal. The touch of the tip of her tongue sends a shock right to your brain. You’re sensitive, so sensitive. Your legs buckle and you start slipping down the wall but she stops you, pushing your back through the wall. She giggles and laughs like a madman while her tongue violates you.

“Sensitive back here, arent’cha? How adorable…” Yujin sneers. “Hey, don’t tell me you’re actually enjoying this?”

“I’m not,” you mumble. The words remain stuck inside your throat. 

“Oh, I can tell you’re loving this, you pervert.” Her voice quiets down to the softest wisp of air, barely making a sound, but you can hear her clearly as she’s just millimeters away from your ear. “This is nothing. I’m gonna fuck your helpless little cock until you cum your balls empty inside me.”

You try to free yourself, jolting away but she catches you and slams you right back into the wall. “You can’t do that,” you try to protest. “I don’t want to. You’re raping me.”

Yujin laughs loudly. Like a bitch. She’s fully enjoying this. Your words sound a like a joke to her, like yet another stupid shit only a little kid can think of. “You’re so stupid. Do you even hear yourself? You think I fuckin’ care?”

“Besides…” she starts. “Is it really rape if the so-called ‘victim’ is already pitching a tent at the thought of it?”

You look down and you can see it too. Your body has betrayed you. Why her of all people? Why did your body decide that this was the right moment to get it up? Couldn’t it just not work today? Take a day off. A rest day. There’s no denial: your penis is urging to get out of your pants. You can feel it painful stretching your pants, it’s completely erect and stiff.

“Are you gonna get those pants down yourself?” Yujin demands. You don’t move. There was no way you were going to show yourself to Ahn Yujin.

Her patience runs thin. She grunts and forcefully pulls down your pants. It’s so quick, you don’t even have time to react. Now she’s grabbing your boxers, just another jolt and they’re down. You only have the time to cover your dignity with your hands. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” 

“I-I’m embarrassed, Yujin.”

“Embarrassed? Psh, big fuckin’ deal, show me.” Yujin grabs your hands and tries to snap them away. You resist.

Yujin sighs before raising her voice. “Sweetie, don’t play hard with me… do you know how hard I can slap you?” Her hand comes back to your face, grabbing your mouth as hard as before. She completely shuts you before you can say anything else. The back of your head is rubbing against the wall, you have no way of getting away from this situation Yujin’s threats seem to become more and more hostile.

“Now… if you don’t want to find out how hard I can hit when I’m not trying to ruin your adorable little face, I suggest you listen to me…” Her tone starts in a soft condescending tone before turning in an aggressive, “And show me your fucking cock.”

You have no other choice and you let your hands dangle. She forcefully slaps them away, finally letting your cock spring out.

Yujin gapss: “There we go, good boy! Aww, look at that little thing!” She laughs heartfully, looking at your bit red face. “Look at it twitching and oozing precum already. How cute.” 

Without saying anything else, Yujin starts to strip. She unbuckles her belt and the shorts come off immediately. She’s only starting to get her panties down as well when you stop her. “What are you doing?” you ask her, eventhough you can see it too, but you’re just surprised she’s going to show herself like this, bare, to you. 

“Oh? What am I doing? Just taking my panties off is all. So I can use ‘em to stroke your cock,” she answers nonchalantly. Yujin holds her panties up with a proud smile, with the pride of an artist with their masterpiece. The black lacy underwear is glistening, completely drenched with her wetness—making you suffer really got her excited.

“Ah, there they are. Nice and wet for you… You want a sniff?”

“No.” You answer without thinking, it was obvious for you. And just like before, her mood changes completely, from her joyful excitement to a pissed grunt. 

“No? Yeah, you fucking do,” she says. “I know you’re a nasty little slut. Now come on…” 

She steps closer, planting a hand on your chin to turn it to her, and shoves her panties to your face. You must have not learned your lesson yet, you were still hopeful—foolish—enough to think you could resist her. So you hold your breath, move around, and try to move her arms away. It’s not enough, you run out of air and eventually inhale her scent. It fills your nostrils violently, like how every part of her did before. 

It’s musky and tart. You can tell she cleaned herself, fortunately. You wouldn’t say it was sour but it was pungent and intense when shoved up your nose like she was doing now. It’s almost like an aphrodisiac. You aren’t necessarily enjoying, or at least, you aren’t thinking about it but your penis grows even more to the point it’s painful.

“Alright. That’s enough teasing. Let’s get down to business.” Yujin laughs sweetly, a new tone you haven’t heard until now and takes her panties back. “Let me just wrap these around this stiff little cock of yours…”

With the panties in her hand, she grabs your penis and wraps it in the fabric. They’re soft. Yujin’s touch was unexpectedly delicate, probably because she preferred screams of pleasure rather than screams of pain, they can be quite annoying at times. Her fingers are pure bliss: they know perfectly where to touch, what spot to hit, and what pressure to apply. She took her time, not just aiming to get you off but to make you lose your mind.

Her strokes were painfully slow. She massaged your head and your shaft, so softly and gently that it almost felt like a caress. Yujin knew exactly what game she was playing. You were against any of this, she was aware of it, and she wanted you to desire it, to beg for it. She looked like she knew every inch of your cock, every spot that would make you explode with ecstasy. If she wanted, she could edge you for hours.

Moaning is more than embarrassing. You don’t want to admit it but helpless whimpers leave your mouth and you absolutely can’t control it. Your moans are the feedback Yujin was waiting for.

“Fuck, you’re so cute, I just wanna devour you,” she giggles before breathing on your right ear and you feel it again, her tongue. 

“Yujin, fu—stop it.”

“Aww, what’s the matter? Gonna complain about me licking your ear again?” She laughs like a bitch, an annoying high-pitched sneer. “Too bad I felt that cock down there twitch when I stuck in it. You’re fucking loving this, aren’t you?”

Her tongue wipes your ear for a second before you jolt away. Wrong move because her grip instantly tightens like a clamp on your penis. You freeze. 

Yujin roars in your ear, “Hey! Don’t tilt your head away from me, slut. I’m gonna stick my tongue in so far it’ll touch your eardrum.”

Yujin’s long wet licks around your ear leave uncomfortable chills running down your spine. In an instant, her tongue enters your ear and begins to circle around the rim of your ear canal. It’s worse—better than before. It’s hypnotical. It may have been weird before but now, paired with the pleasure of her panties, it completely breaks you.

“Shit…” you moan lowly, trying not to be loud. She continues licking you up, swirling her tongue around the grooves near your eardrum, as it begins to become awfully wet with her spit. She nibbles and slurps the surface of your skin, laying her lips on your lobe with the soft vibrations of her giggles.

As Yujin quickened her pace around your penis, the pressure also intensified. She pleasures you in and out as you writhed in pleasure. “Mmm, you’re squirming more, but I don’t think it’s because you’re trying to get away.” Her voice is full of satisfaction and joy. Up and down with her hand, pausing at your hilt before sliding back up to your tip. The friction and pumping of her delicate fingers made your mind go hazy with pleasure. “You like it when I twist my wrist at the tip like this? Is that your little sweet spot?”

A knee against your leg to support herself and Yujin’s other hand joins the party. It cups your balls and start massaging them, softly squeezing them, and her stroking doesn’t stop. You can’t form words anymore, it’s only shapeless breaths of euphoria.

“You like getting groped like a little free-use whore, don’t you? Naughty boy.” You want to disagree, but your mind doesn’t want her to stop. You can’t lie to yourself. 

"Does that feel good?" she asks, from her tone, she already knows the answer. You were too lost in pleasure to speak, but managed to nod in response, almost blacking out for a moment. She laughs with contempt, knowing you’re at her mercy. After all her evil, for some reason, you felt incredibly lucky to have Yujin jerking you like this, exploring all your points of pleasure. 

With each stroke, your moans grew deeper. Yujin sensed your climax approaching and increased the strength and pace of her strokes, eager to make you release.

“Oh? What’s with all the moaning and whimpering all a sudden? You gonna cum already?”

“Y-Yeah.”

“Yeah? Tell me you want it then. Say you wanna get milked dry by your bully.”

You don’t answer, your pride is too strong.

She yells at you, blowing your ear. “I said it, slut!

The stroking stops abruptly, leaving two fingers pinching the frenulum through the fabric, and her other hand squeezing your balls. You clinch your teeth. You need to cum. You don’t only want it, you need it. Your pride is not strong enough.

“I… I…”

“Mhh, yeah?”

“I wa—want my bully to milk me.”

Yujin laughs. “Oh yeah? You want me to pump your load out of this cock? You fuckin’ pathetic little bitch.” 

She resumes her stroking again, as fast as possible, with only one goal in mind: making you bust the hardest you ever did.

“Cum on, do it. Show how much you want it, slut. Come on. Cum!”

Your excitement surges as Yujin's panties caress you, releasing a steady flow of pleasure. The warmth of her touch engulfs her hand as she eases her movements. Your cock pulsates in her hand, the tip spurts endless big streams of thick cum, and it goes everywhere. Everywhere. 

Yujin gasps. “Mmm, ‘atta boy, good job!” she comments with a pleasant surprise.

Once she senses your climax fading, she gently circles the underside of your head with her thumb, causing your entire body to quiver with heightened sensitivity.

“Aww, look at you twitching and rubbing your legs together. That really blew your little mind, didn’t it? And look at his mess… I don’t think even the washing machine is gonna get your cum out of these things now.”

You almost faint when she plants a hand under your chin, glueing your head to the wall. “Where are you going? We aren’t done yet, you’re gonna eat my pussy now.”

“Yujin, please, I’m tired.”

Yujin laughs like a maniac. “Who fuckin’ cares. I’m horny. It’s my turn to cum now.”

You don’t even have time to say anything else that Yujin has already pushed you down on your bed. Both her hands hold your head down and her hips sinks on your face.

Yujin feels your nose press to the crease of her pussy, and whines when you take a deep inhale of her. You groan, not because you’re trying to flatter her but because you can’t breath. Still, against her legs and groin, the vibration makes her toes curl and something inside of her twitches. You take a bite of her, your teeth roughly scratching her lips, but she doesn’t seem to mind at all, instead, it pulls a delighted squeak from her. 

“Move a little,” you breath across her cunt, arching your neck. Your puckered lips graze the hood of her clit eventhough she tries to press her thighs together before you can get to it. Your tongue slips inside her flesh, and slowly curls against its nerves. Yujin’s back arches with the shocks of pleasure that run up her spine.

“Shit, you’re better than I thought,” she whines, digging fingers into your shoulder, trying and failing to deny your warm hands behind her thighs, to which is obeying so diligently, spreading her legs wide open. 

Your eyes are glued to her pussy, almost crosseyed to look at where it hovers inches from your mouth. 

It's impossible to pull away. Your arms stay curled around her thighs, squeezing into your face. Yujin’s breath hitches and catches when you dig your fingers into the sensitive inner muscles, your mouth kissing and sucking eagerly back and forth across her pussy, tongue leisurely swirling over and around her swollen clit.

You groan and hum while tasting mouthfuls of her pussy like it’s your own treat, all for yourself.

You wrap your lips around her clit. “Hmmm…” Your hands mold up her belly, trailing up to her breasts. She gasps at your hum and gripping hands, completely helpless. It’s almost like you’re the one in control now, although it was only an illusion.

She tilts her head down to catch your gaze—her mouth is wide open, her eyes are needy and vulnerable. You suck noisily away from her clit, tongue dragging through her folds while you look back at her, flicking at her clit again and she can just squeeze her thighs harder around your head. Your fingers dig into your tits again, your thumbs pinching her nipples.

Your open-mouthed sucks are languid and sloppy, seemingly trying to get as much of her pussy into your mouth as you can. The suctioning pressure makes her hips twist and buckle, her pussy drooling down your tongue.

“Oh, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum,” she sobs. 

“Mhm?” you growl into her pussy, covered by slick sound of your tongue flicking her clit back and forth, embarrassingly loud. She almost screams when you take a mouthful of her folds, sucking and dragging your head back til they pull free. Your fingers pull her lips back for you to suck her clit back into your mouth, and you can feel it starting to twitch.

“Ah! Shit!” Her voice rises sharply, breathily.  “O-Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” She doesn’t have anything to hold on to, other than your arms. She leaves red scratches on your forearms and biceps and tugs your hair violently, smearing your voice against her pussy.

“Oh, p-please, please!” She cries mindlessly, pointlessly, her insides lurching with each needy, pulsing suck of your mouth. You can’t tell if she’s begging you to stop or begging you to never stop, and you continue until she’s done. 

She hold her breath and starts shaking violently. A flood of juices streams out of her and into your mouth, and you can’t do anything else but lick it up. You’re unable to stop the flow of her orgasm that stains your nose, cheeks and lips. It’s sweet. And you just can’t get enough of it. You don’t let up on your frantic licking, maintaining your pace on her clit, determined to see her orgasm to the end.

Yujin keeps you trapped between her legs as her orgasm dies on your chin, her hips spasming against you, her wet lips quivering against your mouth. You stay like that for a little too long, to the point where you start to feel light-headed. 

You tap out.

And only then she realizes her only source of pleasure could’ve fainted and thankfully her legs loosen, allowing you to take a much-needed gasp of air. Yujin is also breathing hard but she doesn’t seem to be tired at all. Her orgasm only got her more worked up.

“Catch your breath quickly, I’m gonna fuck you now,” she says.

“What do you mean?”

“Hm? What do I mean? Did you think I was done with you?”

“You aren’t?”

“Oh no, no, no sweetie. That was just the appetizer. Now it’s time for me to enjoy the main course. And I’m fucking starving.”

You try to run away. You try to roll off the bed, but Yujin is quicker. She grabs your hands and turns you around, pinning you down against the bed, sinking you in with her weight. “How many fucking times do I have to tell you to stop… trying… to get… away!” she holds you down and steady. You keep trying to get up but it’s useless. “Don’t you even think about getting up from that bed. And stay put.”

Yujin put her knees on your arms and you can’t move anymore. You can see her pussy drip juices on your chest. “Yeah, there you go. Lookin’ like a proper helpless little rapetoy.” She laughs.

Yujin is eagerly waiting for your penis. But Yujin does more than just wait, she takes control and pushes you against your bed, she rips off your shirt. You feel a fire in yourself, that deep animalistic instinct that ignores any physical or mental torture she’s inflicted you, the instinct that now wants her pussy and nothing else. Yujin is ready to pleasure herself on your cock. Don't you want that? Don't you want her to ride you and make you squirt your semen all over the bed like a little girl? And what difference does it make that you tormented and bullied you? You couldn’t even run away. Yeah, she knows exactly what you desire.

You, in all honesty, want to see Yujin bounce on you and ride you endlessly. Her toned thighs and calves are perfect for it. She deserves to get what she wants after pleasuring you. 

Yujin takes your shaft in her hand and gives it a few quick strokes to make sure it’s ready. Of course it was. She drugged you, with her voice, her touch and scent. Your penis wasn’t going to calm down any time soon.

“Now. Prepare to get fucked until your little cock can’t squeeze out any more cum.”

“A-aren’t you going to put a condom?” you panic. Not only because you’d risk getting her pregnant but because of how much of a slut she was, she must have been carrying every fucking diseas on her.

 “Huh? Condom?” she laughs. “Fuck no. What’s the point of using a fuck toy like you if I can’t do it raw? That’s no fun at all. Just shut up…”

She points your at her core. You feel it divide the slick hot lips of her pussy. She dips her hips, and you are inside her. When Yujin slides herself onto your cock effortlessly, despite her tightness, your mind goes blank. The desire to take her roughly, just as she deserves, almost takes over. 

But she’s stronger than you.

Her hand hold your arms down. She doesn’t give you a single moment to adjust once you are buried inside her to the hilt. 

"Yeah! There we go!" she gasps. “Finally. “She squeezes her eyes shut and holds onto your shoulders tightly. Her grip is as tight as her cunt.

She lifts her hips, dragging you out almost completely. Your member slips out of her, wet and warm with her arousal. But just as you start to take in the explicit view, she thrusts you back inside her. Now it's your chance to feel the rush as she takes control. You bite down on your lip, trying to hide the fact that you're craving her just as much as she's craving you. Your hands grip her thighs tightly, matching the intensity of her grip on your head. You're fighting to keep yourself from losing it as the pleasure builds up inside you.

“Fuck, it’s just right," she whispers, the words escaping her lips in a breathless sigh. She didn't intend to give you a compliment. However, her body betrays her, forcing the words out before she even realizes it.

Your cock is at the mercy of  Yujin's stubborn pussy. She wants it to fill her completely, but she can never fully accommodate it. She's too tight, so she just slams her hips more forcefully. The pleasure is almost violent, with the pangs of ecstasy hitting you like knives.

“Say you fucking love this pussy,” she hisses, her fingers digging once more into your scalp. The pleasure in your lower part is strong enough to entirely eliminate your upper body’s pain. “Say you never want another one.”

“I fucking love this pussy,” you reply, helplessly. You feel yourself giving in to her. “So fucking hot and tight and wet. I never want another one.”

No reply. Only a wicked smile.

“Come on, nerd, do something, are you gonna let me do all the work?”

Clearly, slow, gentle pumps into her tiny hole aren't going to cut it. You take advantage of how wet she is by thrusting forcefully and leaving no room for a breather. Breathing is the last thing on your mind when you're with Yujin. She's left you gasping for air ever since you entered inside her.

She grabs your waist to help with your thrusts. She must have been hitting the gym hard; those strong tugs and pulls must come from somewhere. You find yourself in a rhythm of jamming your tip against her G-spot and cervix. Yujin's tight pussy won't let you leave without satisfying her. Not that you'd want it any other way. It's funny how just moments ago you were telling her to stop, but now you can’t think of anything else.

You reach under her loose shirt to squeeze her breasts. Her nipples are perky and deserve your attention. Yujin whimpers. Her first instinct was to slap your hands away and scream that she didn’t give you permission. But it felt good and she let you go along with it.

She hasn't stopped riding you, repeatedly impaling herself on your member, satisfying herself with each motion. She tightens around you, getting closer to climax, but she resists. Her desire is to hear your gasps and moans.

She wants you to surrender.

The desire to release inside her and give her a baby is strong, even though it's forbidden. It shouldn't be this way. You plead, "I’m gonna cum." The urge to cum inside her is overwhelming, like the lingering taste of a delicious dessert. It's hard to believe you're begging for it, but any man would understand if they were in your shoes. Yujin is irresistible in person, and anyone who thinks otherwise clearly hasn't met her.

Your breaths mingle as you approach climax. Yujin's pussy tightens around you, tempting you to impregnate her. Her legs wrapped around your hips seem to carry the weight of the pros and cons, but the desire between them makes you forget all the reasons not to.

Just in time, however, Yujin pulls you away and you bust a load on her tummy. Yujin looks down at the pool of cum while gasping for air and starts laughing at your disappointed face.

“Did you really think you were going to cum inside me?”

“Fuck…” you curse, breathing heavily. 

She doesn’t need much time to recover. A couple of deep breaths and she’s already going down the bed. Yujin takes your shirt, wipes down the cum from her tummy, and throws it to the side. You can only see her blurringly take up her jacket. She also picks up her panties but since they were covered in cum, she just shrugged, tossing them away, and put her shorts on without them. You hear her open the door and a “See you soon, nerd,” before you pass out.

THE END

Written, 26 October 2023 - 29 October 2023

[boundlesssageuprising]

Teaser For Secrets Out Ep.3!!! (Trouble In Japan!)

(Ft. Momo, Mina, Sana, Sakura, Kazuha, Giselle, Hikaru, Rei)

Guys I get it… I’ll try to stop disappearing!!!🫠🫠😭

[boundlesssageuprising]

Passionate Night

Kazuha x Male Reader

counts: ~4.400 words

tags: fluff, slightly angst, passionate

You're sitting on the couch in Kazuha's small, cozy apartment, the place that you feel like home when you step inside.

The walls are lined with photos, some of you two laughing at a summer festival, others of her back in Japan with her family, and a few of her mid dance.

Kazuha's sprawled on the floor, textbooks and highlighters scattered around. She's an exchange student from Japan, her dark long hair loosens off, falling over her shoulders, a few strands sticking to her neck from the humid night air. She's wearing her sweater wrapping her slim body, and black shorts that show off her legs.

You met her two years ago at a tiny coffee shop near campus, where she was struggling to order in broken English, and you stepped in to help. That shy smile she gave you hooked you instantly, and now here you are, two years deep, still crazy about her.

"Ugh, I'm gonna fail this exam," she groans, tossing a pen across the room. It lands somewhere near the kitchen counter. Her accent's gotten better, but it still has that soft noise from her original accent, that makes your chest tighten every time she talks.

She rolls onto her back, staring at the ceiling, "Why did I think international relations was a good idea?"

You chuckle, leaning forward, "Because you're a nerd who loves arguing about global politics. You'll be fine, Kaz. You always are."

She sticks her tongue out at you, playful, "I need a break. My brain's cooked."

She sits up, crossing her legs, and looks at you with that half-smirk she gets when she's up to something, "You're supposed to be helping me study, not just... sitting there."

You raise an eyebrow, grinning. "You're just tell me to come over and accompanying you while you study."

She crawls over to you, her movements slow, like a cat stalking something it wants. Her hands find your knees, and she pushes herself up until she's straddling your lap, "Maybe I lied," she whispers, her lips brushing your ear. "Or maybe I just wanted you here."

Your hands settle on her hips, fingers digging into her shorts.

Two years together, and she still makes your pulse race like it's the first time. You've had your moments, lazy mornings tangled in sheets, late-night talks about nothing and everything, her teaching you bits of Japanese while you tease her about her terrible taste in pizza toppings.

She's open about her love for dance, the way her body moves like it's telling a story, and you've spent hours watching her practice, still amazed by her disciple strength.

"Kaz," you says low, "you're supposed to be studying."

She pouts, "I've been studying for hours. I deserve a reward."

Her fingers trace the line of your jaw, then down your neck. She leans in, her lips grazing yours, teasing, not quite kissing you yet.

"Don't you think?"

You don't answer with words. Instead, you pull her closer, pressing your mouth against hers. She tastes like the mint gum she was chewing earlier. She kisses you back hard, her hands sliding under your shirt, nails lightly scratching your chest making you groan into her mouth. She smiles against your lips, knowing exactly what she's doing to you.

"Fuck, Kaz," you mutter, breaking the kiss to catch your breath.

Her eyes are dark, pupils blown, and she's looking at you like she wants to devour you whole. She slowly grinds her hips down, and you feel yourself harden under her. Two years, and she still knows how to push every single one of your buttons.

She leans back, pulling her sweater off her body in one motion. No bra, just her bare skin, small but perky boobs, her nipples are hard, and you can't help but stare, your hands moving up to cup her breasts, thumbs brushing over her nipples. She gasps, her head tilting back, and you take the chance to kiss her neck, sucking lightly at the spot just below her ear that always makes her moan.

"You're gonna kill me," you say against her skin, and she laughs low, melodic.

"Good," she murmurs, her hands fumbling with the button of your jeans. "I want you to lose your mind."

She slides off your lap, kneeling between your legs, and tugs your jeans down just enough to free you. You're already hard, aching, and when she wraps her hand around you, stroking slowly, you curse under your breath.

Her eyes flick up to meet yours, and then she leans forward, her tongue darting out to lick the tip. You grip the couch, knuckles white, as she takes you into her mouth, warm and wet, her tongue swirling makes your vision blur.

"Fuck, Kazuha," you groan, your hand tangling in her hair, not pushing, just holding on. She hums around you, and you know if she keeps this up, you're not gonna last long.

She pulls back, lips glistening, and climbs back onto your lap. She shakes out of her shorts and panties, tossing them somewhere behind her.

You're both bare now, skin against skin, and she positions herself over you, guiding you to her entrance. She's wet, so fucking wet, and when she sinks down onto you drawing you both moan at the feeling.

She starts moving, her hips rolling in that dancer's rhythm that drives you wild. Your hands grip her ass, guiding her as she rides you, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. "You feel so good," she whispers, her nails digging into your shoulders, "So fucking good."

You thrust up to meet her, hard and deep, and she cries out, her head falling forward to rest against your shoulder. The sounds she makes, soft moans, desperate whimpers, push you closer to the edge.

You slide a hand between your bodies, finding her clit, and rub circles with your thumb. Her movements falter, her body trembling as she gets closer.

"Kaz, I'm—" you start, but she cuts you off with a kiss.

"Me too," she gasps, "Come with me."

A few more thrusts, you're both there, her tightening around you as she comes, her moans so loud. You follow right after, spilling into her, your vision going white for a moment. She collapses against you, both of you breathing hard.

For a while, you just sit there, holding her, her face buried in your neck. Sometimes, you wonder if you deserve her. Kazuha's like something out of a dream, smart, funny, fiercely independent, with a smile that could light up a room and a laugh that makes you forget the world exists.

She's damn near perfect, except for one thing you've never cared about—her small boobs.

She shifts, looking up at you with those dark, knowing eyes. "You're gone?" she says, a playful edge to her voice. "What's going on?"

"Just... thinking about you," you say, keeping it simple. Your hand slides up her back, fingers brushing the curve of her spine. "How the hell I got so lucky."

She snorts, rolling her eyes, but there's a blush creeping up her cheeks. "Lucky? I'm the one who's stuck with your bad cooking and your obsession with those weird sci-fi movies."

"Hey, those movies are classics," you shoot back, grinning.

You pull her closer, "Seriously, Kaz. Sometimes I wonder what you see in me."

She pulls back, just enough to look you in the eye, "You're an idiot," she says. Her hands cup your face, thumbs brushing your jaw. "You're kind. You're patient. You make me laugh even when I'm stressed out of my mind. And..." she smirks, leaning in until her lips are an inch from yours.

"You're pretty good at this," she rolls her hips slightly, a teasing reminder of what just happened, and you laugh, the tension in your chest easing.

"Only pretty good?" you tease, your hands sliding down to grip her hips again.

"Okay, maybe really good," she admits. She kisses you, slow and deep, her tongue sliding against yours .

She pulls back, she's got that something glints in her eyes again, "But don't get cocky." She said making you chuckle.

She slides off your lap, standing up and stretching. You can't help but stare, your eyes tracing the lines of her, her legs, the curve of her hips, her small breasts sit perfectly on her frame.

She catches you looking and smirks, crossing her arms over her chest like she's suddenly shy, "Stop it," she mutters, "I know they're not... you know."

You stand, closing the distance, and gently pull her arms away, your hands sliding up to cup her breasts. They're small, barely filling your palms, but they're hers, and that's all that matters. "Kaz, you're fucking perfect," you say, voice low, meaning every word. "I wouldn't change a damn thing."

She bites her lip, looking up at you, "You mean that?"

"Swear it," you say, leaning down to kiss her softly, first her lips, then the corner of her mouth, then down to her collarbone. You drop to your knees, kissing lower, your lips brushing the soft skin of her chest. She gasps when your mouth finds her nipple, your tongue circling slowly, and her hands tangle in your hair.

"Fuck," she breathes.

You keep going, pouring attention on her, wanting her to feel how much you mean it. Your hands grip her hips, steadying her as she arches into you, her breaths coming faster. You move to her other breast, giving it the same slow attention, making she moans, soft and needy.

You stand, pulling her into another kiss, this one hungrier, her hands clawing at your back.

"Bedroom," she whispers against your lips, and you don't need to be told twice.

You scoop her up, her legs wrapping around your waist, and carry her down to her room. The bed's unmade, sheets tangled from this morning, but neither of you cares.

You lay her down, and she pulls you on top of her, her hands everywhere, your shoulders, your chest.

She's wet when you touch her, your fingers sliding easily, and she bucks against your hand, cursing in Japanese under her breath. You love when she does that, the way her voice shifts when she's too far too far gone to care.

"Please," she says, her voice breaking, and you don't make her wait.

You line up to her entrance, you push into her, slow at first, watching her face as she takes you in, her eyes fluttering shut. She's tight, warm, and so fucking perfect, and you move together, finding that rhythm that's become nature after two years. Her nails dig into your back, her legs hooking around you, needing you deeper.

"Harder," she gasps, and you give it to her, thrusting harder, faster, until the bed creaks and her moans fill the room.

You can tell she's close, her body tensing, her breaths ragged. Your hand reach between you, rubbing her clit again, and that's all it takes.

She comes undone, "Fuck, yes!" crying out loud, her body shaking under you. You follow right after, the pleasure hitting you, leaving you blank for a moment, dizzy and spent.

You collapse beside her, both of you panting, tangled in each other. She turns to you, her face flushed, and smiles that soft, shy smile that always makes your heart skip.

Kazuha nestled against you

You shift slightly, propping yourself on one elbow to look down at her, her eyes are half-closed, lips curled in a sleepy smile.

"You know," you say low and teasing, "for someone so perfect, you're working with a pretty modest setup up top." You nod toward her chest, a grin tugging at your lips.

Kazuha's eyes snap open, and she swats your arm, "Oh, fuck you," she says, but she's grinning too, her cheeks flushing. "You're such an asshole," she crosses her arms over her small breasts.

You chuckle, pulling her arms down gently and leaning in to kiss her collarbone, then lower, brushing your lips over the slight curve of her chest. "What? I'm just saying," you murmur against her skin, your voice dripping with mock innocence. "Tiny tits, huge personality. It's a fair trade."

She gasps, half-laughing, half-outraged, and shoves you back, rolling so she's on top of you, pinning your shoulders to the bed, "You're gonna regret that,"

You raise an eyebrow, hands settling on her hips as she straddles you. "Oh, I'm terrified," you say, smirking. "What's gonna be? Gonna dance me into submission?"

She narrows her eyes, leaning down until her face is inches from yours, her breath warm against your lips. "You wish you could handle me dancing on you," she says with confidence she gets when she talks about dance.

She rolls her hips, slowly, and you groan, feeling yourself stir again. "See? Already losing it."

You laugh, but it's strained, your hands tightening on her hips. "Alright, alright," you say. You love riling her up like this, love the way her cheeks flush and her eyes flash when she's pretending to be mad. "Your boobs are perfect. Tiny, but perfect."

She snorts, sitting back, her hands resting on your chest. "You're so full of shit," she says.

She hesitates, then adds, quieter, "You really don't care, do you?"

You sit up, pulling her closer until she's pressed against you, your hands sliding up her back. "Kaz, I'm obsessed with every inch of you," you say, no teasing this time, "Big, small, doesn't matter. You're still you, and you're fucking gorgeous."

"Besides," you add, whispering in her ear, "small boobs mean I can get closer to you. No obstacles." You nip at her earlobe, and she squeaks, pulling back to glare at you again.

"You're the worst," she says, but she's laughing, and before you know it, she's kissing you, hard and messy, her hands tugging at your hair.

You kiss her back, flip her onto her back, pinning her wrists above her head, and lean down, kissing her neck, then lower, lingering on her chest just to mess with her.

Kazuha's expression shifts, the playful spark in her eyes replaced by something sharper, more intense. Her lips press into a thin line, and you realize too late that your teasing about her boobs, she's looking at you now, tells you she's not joking around now.

"Kaz? why quiet?" you ask, loosening your grip on her wrists. "You know I don't mean it. I love everything about you."

She doesn't respond right away. Instead, she twists her wrists free and moves fast, flipping you onto your back with a strength that always surprises you. Before you can react, she's straddling your chest, her thighs pinning your arms to the bed, her hands pressing your shoulders down.

"You think it's funny?"

"You keep talking about my tits like it's a joke, but it's not to me," her accent's thicker now, the way it gets when she's emotional, and it hits you hard that you fucked up.

"I'm sorry," you say, and you mean it, "I didn't know it bothered you that much. I'll stop."

"You don't get it," she leans down, her face inches from yours, "I know they're small. I've always known. But when you keep bringing it up, it makes me feel like..." she bites her lip, and you see her insecure that she usually hides.

"Kaz," you want to reach for her, to pull her close and fix this, but she's got you pinned, her thighs strong.

She's not letting you take control, not this time. you say, keeping your voice calm, "you're fucking beautiful. I was an idiot for teasing. I won't do it again. I swear."

"You're gonna make it up to me," her eyes search yours, then slowly leans back, her hands still on your shoulders, holding you in place. "You're gonna do exactly what I say."

Your breath catches, a mix of surprise and arousal at the way she's taking charge. "Okay, Kaz," you say, and you mean it, your body already responding to the way she's looking at you, like she's about to tear you apart.

She slides down your body, her hands trailing over your chest, nails scraping just enough to make you hiss. She settles between your legs, her fingers wrapping around your already hard cock, stroking slowly.

You groan, but she squeezes just a little harder, making you freeze.

"No talking," she says sharp, "Just do what I want."

She leans down, her lips brushing the tip of you, and you have to bite your lip to keep quiet. She's never been this intense, this commanding, and it's driving you wild.

She takes you into her mouth, slow at first, her tongue teasing in ways that make your hips twitch. But every time you make a sound or try to move, she stops, her eyes meet yours with a warning. "Stay still," she said cold, and you clench your fists, trying to obey.

She works you with a focus that's almost punishing, her hands and mouth moving in perfect sync, bringing you right to the edge but never letting you tip over. It's torture, at the best way, and you're aching, wanting for release.

She finally pulls back, her lips wet and swollen, you're practically shaking.

"Kaz," you manage, but she shakes her head, climbing back up to straddle your hips.

"I said no talking," she says, her eyes that tells you she's enjoying this, enjoying the power, the way you're completely at her mercy.

She guides your cock to her pussy, sinking down slowly, and you both moan at the feeling, her tightness clamping you. But she doesn't move right away. Instead, she sits there, watching you, her hands braced on your chest.

"You don't get to set the pace," she says low and commanding.

"This is for me."

She starts moving, her hips rolling in slowly, you want to grab her, to thrust up into her, but her hands pin yours to the bed, let her take what she wants.

She rides you with a purpose, her breaths coming faster, her moans soft but not holding it. You can tell she's chasing her own pleasure, using you, and it's the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.

Her head tilts back, her hair spilling down her back, and you're stunned by the way her body moves, the way she takes control.

When she's close, her movements get uncertain, her nails digging into your chest. "Fuck," she gasps, breaking her own no-talking rule, and you feel her tighten around you, her body trembling as she comes hard, her moans loud and raw. It's enough to push you over the edge, and you come with her, your vision blurring as the pleasure crashes through you.

She collapses onto your chest, both of you breathing hard, her body still trembling slightly. For a moment, neither of you says anything.

Then she lifts her head, her eyes softer now, but still holding that spark of authority, "Don't tease me again," she says, but there's a small smile, like she's letting you off the hook, just this once.

"I won't," you say. You pull her close, kissing her forehead, and she relaxes against you.

"Good," she murmurs, snuggling into you. "Now help me study, or I'm tying you to this bed next time."

"Kaz," you say, your voice low, "Can we... try something?"

She raises an eyebrow, a small smirk playing on her lips. "What, you're not worn out yet? What do you want?"

You brush a strand of hair from her face, your fingers lingering on her cheek. "I want to spoon you," you say, keeping your voice soft but firm. "You know how I like it, when you pull one leg up, hook it over my neck."

She doesn't say anything for a moment, just looks at you, like she's weighing whether to let you take the lead after she's had you under her thumb. Then she nods, her expression softening. "Okay," she says, her voice quieter now. "But you better make it good."

She shifts, turning onto her side, her back pressing against your chest as you settle in behind her. Your arm wraps around her waist, pulling her close, her body fitting perfectly against yours, you can't help but press a kiss to the back of her neck. She sighs, relaxing into you, like she's waiting to see what you'll do.

You slide your hand down her thigh, guiding her leg up, and she follows your lead, lifting it until she hooks it over your shoulder, her ankle resting near your neck. The position opens her up, and you can feel the heat of her pussy when your cock hovering it.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous," you murmur, your lips brushing her ear, her hand reaching back to grip your hair, tugging lightly.

"Less talking," she says, echoing her earlier command, "Show me."

You position yourself, teasing her entrance with the tip of your cock, and she gasps, her body tensing against you. You slide in slowly, savoring the way she feels, tight and warm.

She moans, low and soft, her leg trembling slightly as you push into her. The angle's intense, letting you hit deeper, and you can feel her body responding, her hips shifting back to meet you.

You start moving, slow at first, one hand gripping her hip to steady her, the other sliding up to cup her breast. You're careful not to tease her about it this time, just letting your thumb brush over her nipple, earning a soft whimper.

Her hand tightens in your hair, pulling you closer, and you kiss her neck, her shoulder, anywhere you can reach, as you pick up the pace.

"God, Kaz," you groan, your thrusts growing harder, deeper, the bed creaking under you. She's so responsive, her moans louder now, her body arching with every movement. The way her leg's hooked over your shoulder lets you get so deep, and she's clenching around you, driving you crazy.

"Don't stop," she gasps, her voice breaking, and you can tell she's close, her body trembling, her breaths coming in short.

You slide your hand down, finding her clit, rubbing circles just the way she likes, and she cries out, her body shuddering against you.

"Come for me," you whisper, your lips against her ear.

"Oh, fuck!" she comes hard, her moans turning into a sharp, breathless cry, her body tightening around you so intensely it pulls you over the edge too.

You thrust deep one last time, spilling into her, your vision blurring as the pleasure snap hits you.

You stay like that for a moment, both of you panting, her leg still hooked over your shoulder, your bodies pressed so close it feels like you're one person. Slowly, you ease her leg down, careful not to hurt her, and she turns in your arms, facing you.

"You're lucky I like that position," she says.

You laugh, pulling her close to kiss her forehead, "I know," you say, your fingers brushing through her hair. "I'm sorry about earlier."

She smirks, laughs, her expression turns like she's entertained "You're falling for that huh? I was just messing with you."

"W-what? you do that on purpose?" you ask, eyes widen not believe you just letting her take a control.

"Yeah," she said proudly, "Shocked that I'm taking charge? you like it?" her smirk got widen, a glint of passionate showing on her eyes.

"Damn it, Kaz. I thought you really pissed. You're so cruel," you say, dropping your head to the bed.

"Why am I getting pissed by the true that my boobs are small?" she teases you, tracing her finger over your chest, nib your nipple.

"Oh, damn you," you said, stroking her hair gently.

You stir awake, the room dark except for the glow of streetlights creeping through the curtains.

The bed feels too empty, Kazuha's gone.

You glance at the clock, 3 AM. Rubbing your eyes, you sit up, the sheets sliding off your bare chest.

You swing your legs out of bed, pulling on a pair of sweatpants before stepping out of the bedroom.

You step into the living room, you hear a soft clatter from the kitchen. Smell of ramen hits you, salty, familiar, the kind she always makes when she's stressed or can't sleep.

You round the corner and there she is, standing at the counter, her back to you.

She's wearing her sweater again, the hem barely covering her thighs, her hair loose and spilling over her shoulders.

The kitchen's a mess of open textbooks, highlighters, and sticky notes scattered across the small table, her laptop glowing with a half-finished essay.

She doesn't hear you at first, too focused on stirring the pot of ramen on the stove.

You lean against the doorway, watching her for a moment. She's humming softly, some Japanese pop song you barely recognize, her hips swaying just a little, like she's dancing without thinking about it.

Even at 3 AM, stressed and exhausted, she's beautiful, maybe even more so, letting off like this.

You step forward, slide your arms around her waist from behind. She jumps slightly, then relaxes, leaning back into you, "You scared me," she mutters, but there's a smile in her voice. "Why're you up?"

"Couldn't sleep without you," you say, resting your chin on her shoulder. Your hands splay across her stomach, feeling the soft warmth of her through her sweater. "What's all this? Thought you were done studying for the night."

She sighs, stirring the ramen again, "I tried to sleep, but my brain wouldn't shut up. This exam's gonna kill me." She gestures toward the table, where her international relations textbook is open, notes scribbled in the margins in her neat handwriting. "Figured I'd cram a bit more and eat something to stay awake."

You glance at the table, "Kaz, you're gonna burn out," you say, your voice gentle, "You've been at it for hours."

She turns her head, her cheek brushing yours, and gives you a tired smile, "I know. But I can't fail this. It's important." Her voice is soft, but there's a stubborn to it, when it's come like she's determined to prove something.

You tighten your arms around her, pressing a kiss to the side of her neck. "You're not gonna fail. You're the smartest person I know."

You nod toward the pot. "But if you're gonna pull an all-nighter, at least let me keep you company. And share the ramen.”

She laughs, quiet but genuine, and it's the best sound you've heard all night. "Fine."

She finishes cooking, dividing the ramen into two bowls, and you both sit at the cluttered table, pushing her books aside to make room. The noodles are hot, spicy, and perfect for 3 AM, and you eat in comfortable silence for a bit.

She's still tense, her fingers tapping restlessly against her bowl, her eyes flicking to the open textbook like it's calling her back. "Hey," you say, reaching across to take her hand, "You've got this. You don't need to kill yourself over it."

She looks at you, "What if I mess up? What if I'm not good enough?"

You squeeze her hand, shaking your head. "Kaz, you're more than good enough. You're fucking incredible. And I'm not just saying that because I'm biased."

"Though, yeah, I'm totally biased."

She snorts, rolling her eyes, "You're ridiculous," she says,

"Thanks. For... you know, being here."

"Always," you say, meaning it, "Want me to quiz you? Or you wanna take a break and, I dunno, make out on the couch instead?"

She laughs, louder this time, and swats your arm. "Quiz me, you perv. But if I get all the answers right, you're carrying me back to bed."

"Okay then," you say, grabbing the textbook and flipping to a random page.

As you start reading off questions, her focus sharpens, her answers quick and precise, and you can't help but admire her, the way she pushes through her doubts, the way she fights for what she wants.

You're still not sure how you got so lucky, but right now, sitting in her tiny kitchen at 3 AM, you wouldn't trade this for anything.

a/n: thought for le sserafim series?

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If you could sign an Red Velvet member for the Vixen Media Group porn sites, who would you sign? You could sign them for multiple ones as well

Irene

for Blacked

With Irene you're always sure to get a plot with some kind of cheating. She likes to cheat. And she likes it more if the person she's cheating on is watching. She loves to humiliate them while she's getting pounded like a whore. The only thing she loves more about cheating is black cock. The size. The taste. The contrast of her own skin against it. The way they stretch her out far beyond her limit. All of it.

And while some girls only pretend to be into this kind of kink, Irene fully embraces it. The small tattoo on her hip that spells "Blacked" isn't just a confirmation about the porn she does, but also a declaration of love to it.

Seulgi

for Deeper

Seulgi might look innocent, but she's a little freak. She does everything. From getting her guts rearranged while being tied up mid air to getting gangbanged for 24 hours straight. She isn't very dominant herself, but she basically lives for getting used and ruined.

Seulgi is the happiest when she has all her holes stuffed with cocks and still some waiting around her. She has dozens of glory hole scenes as well, but she prefers that the guys that use her see what a mess she becomes.

And that's exactly what she looks like after every scene. Her hair covered in sweat and cum, her face painted white, usually by multiple loads. Her jaw aching and her pussy and ass gaping.

Wendy

for Tushy

Wendy loves the feeling of her ass being filled. She always did, even before she got into porn. And now, most of her scenes include a pretty long build up with entire plots and everything. Only to reveal she was already wearing a plug the whole time. And once the scene progresses to the anal part, Wendy is ready and already gaping for any cock that is willing to stuff her tight hole to the brim.

Most of her scenes end with her ass being filled with cum. If she gets more than one load, even better. Sometimes she even stops it from coming out with her butt plug, even keeping it inside after the shoot.

Joy

for Wifey

Just like Irene, Joy enjoys the thrill of cheating. And since it's just for a scene without consequences and repercussions it's even better. But a big part of why Joy has signed with this branch in particular is her fantasy of being shared. Sometimes it's her husband and his best friend. Sometimes it's two of her son's teachers. Sometimes it's the entire football team with her husband watching.

Joy loved the attention and the spotlight. She feels alive when several men look at her, waiting for her to satisfy them. All the cameras pointing at her while Joy does what a good wife should never do.

Yeri

for Vixen

Yeri's needs are softer than the other girl's. Most of her scenes aren't very rough or controversial. She doesn't have her own brand like Joy being shared, Irene cheating constantly, Seulgi being used like a toy, or Wendy being gaped constantly.

She is fine with experimenting here and there. Maybe playing an older man's stepdaughter. Or someone's step sister or girlfriend. Maybe even just a stranger. Yeri enjoys acting as well. So a small plot to build up towards the actual highlight fits her perfectly. She can slip in all kinds of roles, but nothing extreme.

Only once did she shoot a scene with Joy. Both of them married. Both of them passed around by dozens of guys while their husbands were watching.

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