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[jettsdraft]

Disco Rhythm

Oh My Girl Jiho & Arin X Male Reader

8344 words

categories: smut, threesome, oral, anal, ass-eating, drunk sex

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There were worse places to be than the neon-lit club that was just a little too loud. It served as a decent backdrop, and the drinks weren’t bad if not a bit too watered-down. You swirled your overpriced drink and watched the way the ice cubes collided, and after a few, the heavy bass grew to be less of a problem.

These types of places weren't your thing, but you didn't mind being here if the company was right, and tonight it certainly was. Jiho to your left, and your beneficial friend Arin had been sitting on your lap all night, while you hid away in a small booth in the corner away from the rest of the noisy crowd.

"You look bored," Arin said, as she smiled sweetly and cupped your face. She wore a light blue sweater and tight jeans that showed her cute tummy whenever she lifted her arms in excitement.

"I am bored," you replied, and downed the rest of your drink while you could. Arin's lips had been on yours for most of the night, but as good as your drink tasted—Arin tasted much better. Thankfully, Jiho didn't mind, nor did she complain once about your constant lip locking.

"What do you wanna do then?" Arin asked, looking exceptionally pretty with her face flushed as the alcohol traveled through her body.

"Dunno," you said and looked over to Jiho, who wore a dark red jacket over a plain white crop top and jeans, who said little, and Arin had a certain glint in her eyes.

"I could… you know," Arin paused, her expression suddenly mischievous as her tone grew hushed. "If you're so bored, I could suck you off real quick," she said in a not-so-subtle manner, with a smirk on her lips. Jiho couldn't believe what she heard.

It wasn’t like Arin was serious. Sure, there wasn't really anyone around, and if Arin bent over the right way, it would be difficult to see what she was doing, especially if Jiho helped block the view. Ultimately, it wasn't worth getting caught, and you didn't want to make anyone uncomfortable. Even if Jiho was used to your shenanigans, there were still limits.

"You wouldn't mind, would you, unnie?" Arin asked, with the most playful smile etched on her face. The two were best friends, inseparable and shared secrets, clothes, and much more—but there were limits to how far that friendship went. Jiho covered her mouth.

"You know I'm kidding, I wouldn't do that in front of you.” Jiho sighed a sense of relief.

“Unless you wanted me to,” Arin added. Jiho wasn’t used to this level even after a couple of drinks. She was always the more innocent of the two, blushed at the thought.

“I think I need another drink,” Jiho said, who rose to her feet. She needed to hit the bar, desperate to get away from the awkward situation.

Arin couldn’t help giggling. “Hold on, unnie.” Jiho sat back down, but not without some caution. She knew Arin was always up to no good. “We should probably get out of here. It’s getting a little late, and this isn’t the most exciting place.”

Finally, something Jiho could agree on. It was time to call it a night. “Well, I had fun. I’ll see you two out?” Jiho asked. But like always, Arin had a scheme up her sleeve. It didn’t help that being drunk always made her extra flirty. “Unnie… come with us.”

You shared the confused look in Jiho’s eyes.

“Come home with us. Let’s have some real fun.” Arin tried to be subtle this time, but Jiho knew better and looked around nervously.

“I-I should just go home. I think I’ve had a little too much to drink,” Jiho said, who evaded eye contact.

“We’re all a little drunk, aren’t we? We can share a cab to my place if you don’t mind sleeping on the couch.”

Jiho hesitated. “I wouldn’t, but I like my own bed.” Arin knew she was just making excuses.

"Come on, it'll be fun," Arin insisted, rubbing Jiho's leg. Under normal circumstances, it was hard to resist Arin, but drunk Arin was something else—her charms escalated, and her puppy-dog eyes had a power that could sell ice to an Eskimo.

Arin kept her gaze firm on you until she switched her attention to Jiho. "When was the last time you got some action?"

Neither you nor Jiho were ready for such a question out of left field. “Arin!”

The abrupt question stunned Jiho. "Unnie, I know it's been a while since you talked about anyone. Toys can only do so much..."

Drunk Arin did not have a filter.

"I-I don't keep track of that. It's not something I really think about." Jiho was a terrible liar, and Arin could pick up on it immediately.

"What do you think? Would you mind if I shared you?" Arin asked. It wasn't a question that was expected, but it wasn't one that needed thought, as a quick look to your left to check out Jiho's alluring body for a quick second made your fantasies run wild.

"No, I don’t."

“I knew you wouldn’t. Let’s get out of here then.” Jiho nodded after some initial hesitation, unsure of what she was getting herself into. Ultimately, she accepted, and one last round of shots sealed the deal.

The look on the taxicab driver’s face was a mixture of confusion, worry, and perhaps a bit of jealousy as three drunken idiots stumbled into the backseat, laughing maniacally as Jiho bonked her head on the ceiling on the way in.

“Oppa, oppa, I have a question—” Arin said, her syllables slurred when her bright eyes lit up.

“What?”

“Do you think Jiho-unnie is good at giving a blowjob?” Drunk Arin really didn’t hold back anything.

“I’m sure she’s great at it. Even if she’s not, you’ll help her out, won’t you?” Arin cutely nodded repeatedly, and Jiho had never looked so embarrassed, as her cheeks had turned beet red. She regretted this already.

Thankfully, for both you and the cab driver, the ride wasn’t long, and you tipped extra. When you arrived at Arin’s place, you didn’t even know how long you had been out—it could have been past midnight, or six in the morning.

After a few failed attempts at entering her door code, Arin finally keyed in the right one, but not without a few snickers from Jiho, who returned her ribbing. Even turning the light switch on seemed to be a bit of a struggle—both Arin and Jiho stumbled around and almost toppled over trying to take their shoes off, which only made their uncontrolled drunk laughter louder as they held onto each other for dear life. It was a good thing Arin’s place didn’t have stairs.

Arin grabbed Jiho’s hand and not yours, and led her to the bedroom, which didn’t bother you one bit, because it allowed you to watch them from behind and stare at their swaying asses in tight jeans—it was like every step they took froze in time.

Somehow, the three of you found the bedroom without falling, but it was you who turned on the light switch this time. The bed became a sudden anchor, something to cling on to, as three tipsy bodies flopped on the mattress.

“You smell so good,” Arin said, as she nuzzled her nose into your neck. You were pretty sure you just smelled like alcohol and sweat, but you weren’t one to refuse a compliment.

“But you smell better.” After you leaned down and caressed Arin’s hair, you took a whiff of her apple-scented shampoo, and felt energized.

Eager to get started, Arin planted her soft lips against yours. She leaned over and made the first move and kissed Jiho, then returned to your mouth, making sure there wasn’t anyone left out of her exchange of saliva. Arin mouthed words that couldn’t quite be made out, but the foreign pair of lips you soon felt after told you everything necessary to know as Jiho made her advance and kissed you.

Jiho had such a distinct and flavorful taste, and her sultry gaze was something you could have drowned in. The intensity in her eyes matched the intensity of her kiss.

“How does she taste, baby?” They were similar, but distinct enough to draw comparisons, like two sweet juicy fruits.

"Almost as good as you.”

Arin smiled in approval and went in for one more liplock on the older woman. Tongues wandered inside each other’s mouths, which tightened your pants while the hot and heavy make-out session unfolded in front of you. They weren't strangers to one another's mouths, and every move they made was perfectly choreographed—they loved putting on a show.

"Take your top off." Arin helped out and unfastened the buttons of Jiho's red top, and this gave a better view of her thin top that did a great job of outlining her breasts. Although Jiho was the older of the two, she had no objections following Arin's orders as she removed her jacket, then stripped the crop top off her body, which left her upper body in a black lace bra. The cleavage on display put a smile on your face, so did Jiho's exposed tight tummy.

"My turn." Jiho didn't make her wait as she removed the blue top from her body and mirrored her state of undress. They admired each other's bodies, hungry eyes roaming creamy skin. Arin fondled Jiho's clothed breasts, like they were her favorite playthings.

"Your body is amazing, unnie."

Jiho’s cheeks became a rosy hue, and suddenly became shy while Arin played with her tits. Being a passive viewer was driving you crazy, but Arin seemed to read your mind.

“Help me take his clothes off.”

Jiho still couldn’t help being shy, even while she was inebriated, but obliged her request with little hesitation. When Arin began unbuttoning your pants, Jiho removed your shirt, until they left you in just your boxers, with a bulge poking through. It wasn't fair that you were the only one half-naked, but they rectified at once. Arin unzipped Jiho's tight jeans, bent her over, and slowly peeled her jeans off her hips. Underneath was a simple pair of black panties that showed a hint of fleshy buttcheek and made your mouth water—you desperately wanted to sink your teeth into them.

"Look at this ass, baby. It's so tight and round," Arin said, while grabbing two handfuls to show and gave her a spank. You couldn’t agree more. Arin followed suit, and before you could blink, she had stripped the jeans off her tight body, and flaunted her plump butt that was barely covered in a skimpy pink thong.

Arin definitely had the better backside. Not that it was a competition. It was hard to not stare at her ass or the thong that barely covered her asshole that your tongue had licked so many times that it might as well have vacationed there.

"Do you want to do the honors?" Arin asked. Jiho wasn't sure. When you saw the intensity in her eyes that met your bulge, it only made the arousal in the room grow, and Jiho felt a wetness between her legs that couldn’t be ignored.

The innocence in her deep stare faded while she unwrapped the present Arin offered and yanked your boxers off, almost speechless and unable to take her eyes off your freed hard shaft.

“So big…” Jiho said with widened eyes, who kept staring at your cock, and found herself suddenly unable to think straight while she admired your length. She gripped your cock and caressed it, in love with the way it throbbed in her delicate hand while her slim fingers stroked it from base to tip, using only slow movements.

Not one to be left out, Arin laid down flat on the opposite side from Jiho and watched her pump your shaft up and down. “Taste it. He’s yummy.”

Jiho indulged right away. She flattened her wet tongue at the base of your shaft, and slowly licked up, moving in gentle swipes until she reached your sensitive cockhead and swirled around it.

“You’re right, it’s delicious.”

Arin was ready to do more than just watch. While Jiho ran her tongue down your length, Arin planted a deep kiss on the very tip of your cock, lapping up precum that had leaked already. They stared into each other's eyes and gave teasing licks on your sensitive tip. More fluid leaked from your dripping slit, and they put in the effort to explore every inch of your shaft.

“I love your cock, don’t you?” Arin asked. Jiho nodded, and the littlest touch made your cock twitch. Two wet tongues coated it in wet warm saliva, and two sets of puckered lips ran along either side of your hard shaft, working in tandem, and mirrored every movement. With loud messy noises, they took turns and planted kisses up and down your shaft, intent on not leaving a single spot on your cock untouched by their wonderful soft lips.

“Do you want to suck his cock first?” Arin asked. Her wet pink tongue continuously played with your swollen tip, and she knew all the sweet spots on your shaft, and knew just where to lick to cause the most endless pleasure.

Jiho just nodded enthusiastically, too busy to answer while she licked your shaft—she craved more, an insatiable hunger for cock she didn’t know she had. “I’d love to.” The smile on her face had never been bigger, widening as she delivered more sweet kisses on your cock and licked her lips in anticipation.

It was a surprise how loud you moaned when Jiho took you into the warmth of her pretty mouth—the feeling of a new pair of lips was most refreshing. Jiho’s initial sucking felt so heavenly, some of the softest pair of lips you had ever felt on your cock—not as soft as Arin’s, but not far off.

Slow and sensual was Jiho’s goal here, which was a pleasant contrast to Arin’s usual sloppy blowjobs. Jiho had experience in the oral department. Despite only sucking the tip of your cock, she was doing a wonderful job. Arin couldn’t stay idle for long.

Arin watched Jiho’s lips at work for one more moment before she dipped her head down, licked your balls repeatedly, then tenderly sucked on them, alternating with loud sensual pops.

“God, that feels good,” you moaned, unable to decide which mouth felt better, not that it mattered as it lost you in the extreme euphoria. With satisfied looks on their faces, they continued their double oral assault—Arin slurped on your balls and doused them with drool, and Jiho’s wet lips pushed down to the halfway point as she bobbed her head in a rhythm.

“I think it’ll feel better when I’m sucking your cock,” Arin said. Her cute nose nuzzled at the base of your cock, her warm heavy breath as she swiped her tongue across your sensitive balls. Jiho made eye contact with her, and in a fit of determination, pushed her lips deeper, almost to the base in response, but gagged as she did so.

“Careful, wouldn’t want you to choke. You should train your throat first to take something so big,” Arin said. She loved gloating.

“But I think I enjoy choking on his cock,” Jiho said, and you could hear the adoration in her voice as she pushed her mouth to the limit. Fully at your base, it stretched her throat. Jiho looked up at you with those amazing eyes full of lust until she couldn’t take it and withdrew with a loud gasp for air.

“Let me show you how it’s done,” Arin said, her dazzling eyes were wanton and rich with desire. She snatched your cock away from Jiho, spat on it several times, and stroked it furiously. Arin never was one to waste time, as she parted her lips and took your cock to the hilt with ease in one smooth stroke, with her silky lips sealed securely around each inch stuffed down her throat.

It was a grandiose move for sure, but it still left Jiho in awe, who felt pangs of jealousy. She completed the chain of powerful pleasure and latched her lips back to your balls, and suckled like it was her job.

“Fuck, that’s amazing.”

Once again, you felt sweet bliss by a dynamic duo of cock sucking. It wasn’t a competition, quite the opposite as they worked together, happy and willing to share your cock, yet still wanted to show how good they were at individually pleasing you.

Arin fell into the familiarity and moved in the usual sloppy movements. She slurped and drooled all over your cock, and bobbed her head frantically, while her tongue played with as much hard flesh as it could. Meanwhile, Jiho took her time, swapping between licks and sucks of your full balls, like she wanted them drained prematurely. The constant messy noises of hungry mouths only heightened the arousal. Your eyes closed instinctively—and when everything was dark, you focused on the lewd sounds of slurping, and hoped it wasn’t all an erotic dream.

Thankfully, it wasn't when your eyes opened back up, greeted by the view of two busy mouths slobbering on your shaft. “You must love this so much by the way you’re moaning. You like two sluts craving your cock so much?” Arin asked, who said little after but slurps after slurps.

“Hey!I’m not a slut,” Jiho denied, with negligible weight behind her words.

“Sure fooled me. Is that why it takes just a few shots for you to drop your panties?” More cute giggles erupted.

“But I still have my panties on—” Jiho said. Arin met her with a sudden lip smack, and the two shared the taste of your cock that lingered on their lips.

“Then maybe we should change that,” Arin said. Frantic suction followed dueling tongues as they swapped your cock between different warm mouths. It was a moment that you wanted frozen in time as much as they wanted you to experience one more majestic moment of euphoria before moving to the main event.

It was regrettable when your cock left their mouths, but they kept their lips on it as they kissed each other with your throbbing cock in between and nonstop drooled on it. "Unnie should have this inside her first," Arin said, and peppered your length with more wet cock kisses.

"But it's so big. Will it even fit?" Jiho asked, the nervousness on her face unavoidable.

"Of course it will. Eventually." Arin couldn’t stop her giggles. "You can get on top of him, so you can ride his cock and take as much time as you need."

"O-okay," Jiho said. She wasn’t confident, but she constantly stared at your cock and imagined how it felt. Thoughts of arousal filled her body, but she had never had something so big inside her.

"Where do you want me, baby?" Arin asked. With your cock preoccupied, there weren't many options.

"Sit on my face." Arin loved the idea. You got into a more comfortable position, and Arin and Jiho unfastened their bras, slipped their panties off, then tossed them away. Delicate hands roamed each other's naked bodies as you looked on in astonishment. Two flawless goddesses gifted with the most amazing hips, thighs, and midriffs that you wanted to spend hours exploring.

Jiho had never felt more eager as she straddled your lap, gripped your cock, and lined it up with her dripping wet heat. Lust and desire filled the room, especially between Jiho’s spread legs as she toyed with your cock, almost hesitant to take it inside her.

“You can handle it,” Arin reassured. Jiho nodded, lifted her wide hips up and sank down on your cock, but stopped just past your tip.

“Oh fuck, he’s so big...” Jiho felt her pussy being stretched, and loved every sensation. She moved little-by-little. Arin waited for your cock to be inside Jiho, and lowered her round ass onto your face, until her pretty pussy was inches away from your mouth.

“Eat my pussy, baby.” Arin never needed to ask twice, and after while you savored her soft buttcheeks pressed against your face, you licked several slow stripes up and down her juicy cunt. Her pussy lips were so smooth, wet and delicious, an addicting taste that you never wanted to leave your tastebuds.

Arin tasted amazing—the most delicious thing that had been in your mouth, sweeter than any dessert, tangier than any candy. Arin’s taste and aroma infatuated you. Cute erotic moans escaped with every lick, but Jiho distracted you while she took more of your cock inside her tight warm hole, and found a steady rhythm to ride you with.

“How’s that feeling? Nice and deep inside your pussy?” Arin asked between gasping moans, while grinding her plump ass against your face. You needed more of her as your tongue frantically moved inside her pussy.

“So big, so fucking big. I love the way it feels inside me. I need it to rearrange my guts.”

“There’s nothing stopping you then, is there? Ride that fucking cock, make yourself cum on it.”

There was nothing but Arin’s wonderful ass in your vision. Jiho immediately changed up the pace, no longer taking inch-by-inch, but fully fucked herself on your cock and slammed down hard. Jiho loved taking your entire shaft.

“There you go, unnie, take it all. I love seeing his huge cock slide inside your pretty pussy.”

Jiho was so goddamn tight it almost hurt. Dripping walls gushed with arousal, and warmth flooded your cock.

It was regrettable not being able to see Jiho bouncing on your cock. You only heard the wet squelch of her cunt which made your cock grew slicker and slicker. Arin’s delicious cheeks slightly lifted off your face, and the smacking of lips crashing signaled another make-out session. It made you infinitely jealous

Muffled moans filled in what you couldn’t see. Tongues invaded mouths, small hands grabbed breasts, and fingers pinched, and played with swollen nipples, while steady moans filled the room.

Juices from Arin dripped down your face, while similar slick dripped down your cock. Wetness spilled down to your thighs.

Both your cock and your lips were drowning in wetness. Jiho had fucked herself delirious—you could feel her plump ass relentlessly bouncing on your shaft, but your focus was torn between the slickness warmth squeezing your cock, and Arin’s wet cunt you had buried your tongue in between as a trio of competing moans filled the room.

“Oh god, oh fuck, it feels so—it feels so fucking good, I’m gonna cum, oh my god I’m gonna cum!”

It took some time to figure out whose voice the sultry moans belonged to—both women had been moaning uninterrupted for what felt like hours, neck and neck to see who would achieve climax first, and it seemed like Jiho was about to come out on top—literally.

“Cum on his cock, unnie. Make a fucking mess all over it,” Arin urged, not that Jiho really needed any further encouragement, so close she could taste it. You wished you could have seen Jiho’s pretty face contorted in bliss, and the way her body bounced, but you settled for Arin’s soft cheeks on your face that you kneaded, while simultaneously you sucked on her clit.

Jiho mercifully came first—the shaking of her thighs rocked throughout the entire mattress, the pulsations of her warm dripping cunt never stopped, and her hips rocked back and forth so harshly until she turned into a puddle, desperate to release her euphoric bliss.

Arin was next, who had waited patiently and watched every second of Jiho’s bliss. It aroused her so much that she needed her own release, which came right at the harshest slurps of her clit. Arin cried in pleasure until she gushed on your face.

Tired and spent, the two crashed on the mattress, tiredly exchanging kisses once more. Words faded and turned in heaving gasps and pants.

“You didn’t cum yet, baby,” Arin said. Obvious disappointment was on her features.

“Not yet,” you replied, ending up between two tired, uncovered bodies that you ran your hands over. Naturally, since you had just been inside Jiho, it should have been Arin’s turn to feel your cock. But Jiho drew you in, and Arin had taken you in different positions, in unique locations. You needed more of Jiho’s luscious body, especially since your vision was blocked for it all.

“I want you to keep fucking her, baby.” Arin always knew what you were thinking. Jiho laid down comfortably on her back as you kissed her creamy thighs still covered in slick, then licked her pussy several times.

Still so sensitive she was that you regretfully removed your tongue. Such a distinct taste she had. You hoped there would be a time to savor her taste, but now—this time you wanted to fuck Jiho while looking directly into her eyes.

But before you did anything—you just stared at Jiho, and basked in the glory of her nudeness. Such a pretty face that competed with the visuals of Arin—her pale breasts were so round, her thighs so creamy and soft, and her midriff so goddamn tight you could eat off of it. Jiho was a perfect specimen.

“Fuck me,” Jiho impatiently said, as she spread her legs wide, and pushed two fingers inside her pussy. She withdrew them right away and showed off the messy clear liquid that dripped down. “I’m so wet, please fuck me.”

“Needy, aren’t we?” Arin asked, who turned on her side. “His cock is rather addicting. I don’t blame you.” Jiho was still too dazed from her orgasm to answer.

“Not as addicting as this tight pussy,” you said, and lined yourself up with her wet entrance. Arin smiled in return.

“I’m gonna love watching you pound her tight little pussy."

It was even more arousing that Arin watched your every move. Ready for more, you grabbed Jiho's luscious legs and lifted them into the air until her bare feet rested upon your shoulders. She gasped in surprise at your aggressiveness, a gasp that quickly became a long drawn-out moan as you slipped inside her welcoming pussy and filled her to the hilt. Were this the first time of the night to be inside Jiho, you would have given her a chance for adjustment, a chance to get used to the stretch—but that stretch was all too familiar now.

Arin didn’t waste time in enjoying the action. She slipped a hand between her thighs and touched herself while her role changed from an active participant to simply an observer.

Jiho held on to your biceps, and at first you took it slow—but the look in her eyes demanded the opposite. Happy to oblige, the pace quickened right away, and in no time flat you were pounding into Jiho’s tight little hole hard enough to shake the bed. You loved this position, and you were pretty sure she did too, if the way her pussy clenched was anything to go by. Thanks to her previous orgasm, Jiho was incredibly wet. Slick nectar coated your length, and it was effortless to fuck her like this, in a way that your cock reached the very depths of her cunt.

"Fuck, that feels so good, don't stop!"

Not that you ever would. It would be easier to cure world hunger than to stop fucking her. It was a a simple rhythm made easier by the wet squelch that came after every single thrust into her addicting warm cunt. Your faces were inches apart, and that short distance allowed you to see the pure unadulterated bliss in Jiho's eyes, bliss that never left and only grew the harder your hips moved.

Meanwhile, Arin had gone wild between her legs, moaning with fingers frantically fucking into her wet hole, almost frustrated that her pussy wasn’t stuffed in the same manner. But even as loud as the moans that came out of Arin's mouth were, they became background music with your focus shifting on drilling Jiho.

It was even easy to forget Arin was right next to you, squirming with fingers buried inside her pretty cunt, writhing on the sheets. The only thing you fixated on was Jiho's creamy pussy lips that you continuously parted and speared yourself into, and ever-present erotic moans that were music to your ears.

With arms wrapped around Jiho's amazing legs, you hugged them tightly and smacked your hips against her thighs. Silky flesh accommodated your length with every thrust. Sweat profusely misted your body and dripped down your forehead, two sweaty, needy bodies becoming one.

One quick look to your right was a necessary distraction you needed.

You could see a visible puddle of wetness underneath Arin, and the loud squelch of her cunt didn’t cease—she was two fingers deep, pinching alternating nipples. You wished you could have helped, but you were a little preoccupied with being balls deep inside Jiho. The constant heat and wetness that came from Jiho thankfully never stopped. The perfect sheath for your needy cock, the perfect warm hole you never wanted to leave.

It was down to the wire to see who would achieve climax first, even if it would be Jiho's second. You wanted to hold out just long enough. The constant pulsations of her drenched pussy were all routine now—the way her slippery walls squeezed the life out of your cock and how her luscious legs trembled. It only meant one thing—euphoric bliss that couldn't stop as she came without warning. Her toes curled, her head threw back and legs shook uncontrolled, and mouthwatering wetness gushed out of her warmth and spilled out after every rock of her body.

Time was not on your side. Not even a chance for a warning. The tension in your core was at its highest level. Swiftly, you pulled out from Jiho's dripping heat and stroked yourself to completion. Gorgeous eyes watched every movement you made, and you let out a series of groans while you fired thick spurts of hot semen. Shot after shot glazed Jiho's deliciously sexy tight tummy until it was a creamy mess.

Arin came again at the sight of Jiho’s midriff painted with your cum. "Oh fuck, fuck, oh fuck—" wetness jetted out of her cunt and added to the dark stained underneath her. The sheets wouldn’t be the same after this. Arin couldn’t stop shaking. It was an orgasm so extreme and so intense, as her fingers rubbed her swollen clit until the sensitivity forced her fingers away.

“So much cum…” Arin said, while she slowly came down from her high. She looked at the creamy mess left on Jiho's tummy, and couldn't help herself as she dragged her tongue across it. Arin slowly lapped it up little by little and cleaned up the thick, milky load. "And so so delicious."

Jiho shuddered breathlessly at the sticky warmth that coated her belly. Arin cleaned it all up before she played with the thick liquid and swallowed it down. Still insatiable, she moved south for a handful of teasing licks against Jiho’s sensitive center and licked her lips. "Unnie tastes so good too."

Arin needed more—she looked at your drained cock to make sure it had no plans of softening and brought it into her warm mouth, slowly sucking on your length. "You're not done with us yet, are you? I need more of this cum."

The look in Arin's cute eyes while she playfully stroked your cock strengthened your erection, and you were more than ready to go again—but this time you needed something more. A little cherry on top. "Bend over. Both of you." You knew exactly what you wanted.

What a perfect sight it was.

Pretty faces down into the mattress, bent over on hands and knees, and beautiful round asses raised in the air. You didn't know where to start. The bounty of booty in front of you was a delectable buffet, and the view of their dripping pink cunts and tight little assholes was enough to make your cock harder than a rock.

But it was impossible to choose when two delicious meals were on the table, but a choice had to be made. Arin’s delicious backside was the first on the menu—so full, so plump, and so beautifully shaped it was, like two squishy buns to knead forever. Jiho wasn’t lacking either, and had an ass equally worthy of devouring to your heart's content. Both were a treat.

You claimed your first prize. Arin’s ass you marveled at, and both hands spread her cheeks open, kneading them carefully. It was always a surprise how soft her skin was. Even while you had done this many, many times before, it never got old.

Tender kisses planted on either side of her cheeks, lips pressed to silky flesh—it all got Arin so worked up. That was before you went for the killing blow, and spread her ass wide, then teased her puckered hole with your tongue.

“Oh, oh god, fuck…” Arin whimpered and whined, and profanities escaped while you tongued her asshole and traced lazy circles around her rim. Those cute, desperate moans kept going, but there was no plan for anything more than a taste.

Despite wanting to spend eternity with your tongue buried in her perky tight butt, there was an obligation to please both women. After you regretfully withdrew, Arin whined, and you left her hole painfully empty, but still licked up her slit to leave her craving for more. It was time to indulge in your next meal.

Moving on, you approached Jiho’s ass with the same intentions; she deserved worship to the same degree as Arin, and the two goddesses deserved all the attention in the world.

You didn’t want to waste a second longer than necessary and went to work in the same way, alternating patterns of soft kisses followed by tender bites on her cheeks that were like two appetizing cakes to be savored.

Again, teasing was the game here as you spread Jiho's asscheeks and wanted the image of her bent over body burned in your mind forever. Small licks at first, to warm her up. You didn’t even know if anyone had done this to Jiho before, but the lewd noises of satisfaction surprised you. There were no objections. Quite the opposite while you licked Jiho’s asshole with the same amount of hunger and swirled your tongue around her hole—the perfect, delicious dessert to devour.

“H-holy shit—” Jiho’s cries of pleasure exposed how much she loved it. With your hands full of her plentiful ass, you shoved your face in between her cheeks, buried your tongue deep and gave Jiho the sloppy tonguefucking she deserved. Back and forth, your tongue went into her tight asshole that never resisted and only welcomed you in. It was a poor imitation of what you imagined your cock sinking into felt like, but if Jiho was this needy with your tongue, you couldn’t wait to fill the void with your hard, throbbing flesh.

And now, it was time for the main event.

The hardness of your cock couldn’t be exaggerated. It needed somewhere to go, somewhere to relieve the constant painful throbs, somewhere to find a new home. Two puckered holes presented for your pleasure that were desperate to be used, ruined, and stretched—but like before, the question was who was more deserving. Finding relief was the only answer you yearned for as you rubbed your needy cock between each set of pillowy cheeks, pondering which ass to pulverize first.

That decision came quicker than expected—an impatient Arin grabbed your cock and carefully guided it towards her needy, twitching asshole. Your swollen tip would never fit like this, even with her hole plenty rich with saliva from your ass-eating, but after copious amounts of lube, there wouldn't be a problem.

“Want it?” you teased, before you nudged your shaft with her tight back opening. Arin nodded several times, her eyes widening the more you pressed against her impatient hole.

“Want it so bad, please, stretch my tiny little asshole with your enormous cock!” Whenever you made Arin beg, your arousal only increased, and the desperation in her eyes plain as night always made it better.

The tables had turned, and Jiho was now an onlooker, who wanted a closer look and shifted to her knees. With hands on Arin’s luscious hips, you plunged slowly and entered her extra tight asshole, until your tip disappeared. Such a strong clench it was that it took your breath away.

“More,” Arin demanded, as you pushed more cock inside her tight ass that swallowed up your shaft. She didn’t need any adjustment, fully relaxed, and her clenching asshole was eager to take every last inch.

“So fucking tight, feels so good,” you groaned, taking careful movements until most of the length of your cock was present inside her hole.

"And you feel so good inside me. Now, stretch me, use me, do whatever you want to my ass, just please fuck me!” Arin pleaded.

“Needy little slut.”

“I’m your needy little slut. Now, destroy my slutty ass.”

There wouldn't be a more proper invitation than that. Arin let out a deafening gasp when every inch sank down to the hilt and filled her airtight. Such an overwhelming squeeze her warm little asshole gave, so staggeringly tighter than her pussy, which was already next level. Arin was more than used to your dick being shoved in the depths of her ass, but the thrusts that came next were faster and harder than expected, and made her moan louder than she had at any point in the night.

“My tight little asshole feels so full, so stuffed with cock, don’t stop! Pound me!"

It would be more than a pleasure to oblige her. Jiho had a front-row seat to the anal action that unfolded before her eyes, and like Arin moments earlier, she couldn't help but touch herself. Slim fingers now dripped wet with arousal while you used Arin as your favorite toy.

The iron grip you held on Arin’s hips tightened. More than enough to leave bruises on her delicate pale flesh, and like a train with no brakes, there would be no stopping the constant harsh thrusts. Unabated by lust, you only cared about pleasure as you slammed Arin’s plump that suffocated your cock, flesh rippling after each movement.

It was difficult to fathom just how tight Arin's asshole felt.

Arin shouldn’t be this tight—not after the countless times you pounded her relentlessly in this same manner. Yet her puckered hole felt like the first time you had slipped inside. It reminded you when you took her anal cherry, such an overwhelmingly tight and smothering feeling.

Erotic moans from both women filled your ears to encourage every rough thrust. Your balls smacked against the wet, sensitive flesh of Arin’s pussy, and the pace increased along the motion of your hips.

“Oh fuck, that feels so good! Don't stop using my tight little hole for your cock!”

Desperate cries were answered, and you kept Arin in the same bent-over position, but changed into a squat, spreading your legs slightly on either side. It gave easier access to her tight little gaped hole, and the rhythm of your thrusts matched her whimpering moans while you rammed into Arin with renewed fervor.

"Fuck, oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Arin's repetitive moans grew and grew, and she desperately wanted more and slammed her ass back into your cock. Sweat dripped down your forehead, and you felt similar perspiration dowsing Arin's flushed skin as you continued to wreck her gaping hole and ran your hands up and down her sweaty back.

But as good as it all felt—and fuck did it feel good, it was only fair to extend the same pleasure to Jiho. Just a few more hammering thrusts and you withdrew, lamenting the emptiness already. Arin's hole was no longer puckered, but gaped wide and wanton for more. But she would have to wait.

If Arin couldn’t be filled, it would at least be the next best thing for her to watch. Essence stained the sheets. Delicate fingers played with Arin’s cunt while Jiho resumed the position and got back onto her hands and knees.

Once Jiho was ready, you couldn’t help but lick her asshole several more times. Fingers dug into soft flesh, before spreading her cheeks wide to bury your tongue deep. Lube soon replaced saliva, and your cock was ready for a new hole.

"Pound her harder. Until she can't even walk straight," Arin demanded. Jiho raised no objections and wiggled her ass against your hardness. You couldn’t help but smack your cock against her pillowy cheeks.

"Need that cock inside me," Jiho said, now the one begging for a pounding, begging to be filled. Her lust and desire wouldn't be denied. Carefully, you aimed your shaft against her asshole and tried to push inside. It was a surprising struggle, one that met much resistance from Jiho’s hole that clenched strongly. Perhaps Jiho had little experience, or maybe it had been a while, or not at all, as previously stated.

“Relax, unnie. Are you sure you’ve done this before?” Arin asked, who snaked herself underneath Jiho when she lifted her hips up. Arin’s adorable face stared up upside-down.

“O-of course! Plenty of times,” Jiho said, but her words didn’t convince either of you, just like earlier. “I’ve just never had something inside this… big.”

Arin giggled. “Unnie has been missing out.” Arin then offered help, grabbed Jiho’s buttcheeks, and kept them spread open. It was hard to keep restraint when you wanted to shove your cock all the way up Jiho’s clenched hole, but you didn’t want to hurt her. Patience was essential.

After some time, thanks to caressing hands, Jiho relaxed, and you entered her ass after several attempts. Loud gasps from all three participants escaped as a new snugness surrounded your shaft. Jiho was so damn tight back there you could barely move. Your swollen tip advanced ever-so-slightly back and forth, but her asshole just clenched tighter and tighter.

It became a pattern—slow thrusts stretched Jiho's little asshole slowly but surely, until she accommodated more of your length, and every inch that entered set her nerves on fire. Halfway in, and you felt it was almost impossible to fit more, but with a little more effort, you slid to the hilt and filled Jiho up with your balls resting against her pillowy cheeks.

“Fuuuck,” Jiho moaned, with hands tied up in the sheets. She loved the flesh being stuffed in her hole

Finally, you could thrust comfortably in between Jiho's scrumptious cheeks. Lustful moans vocalized while you began stretching her hole wider and found a senseless rhythm to take her ass.

"Doing okay?" you asked. Jiho nodded with enthusiasm, even though she felt like she was being split open. It was time to ruin her, time to fuck her into a senseless daze, the way you wanted from the moment you impaled her asshole. Your patience was thinning, hardly a modicum of self-control left, but thankfully Jiho looked back and flashed a lustful glance that meant you no longer had to hold back.

Right before your next thrust, Arin licked stripes around your balls, and the delicate flicking of her wet tongue brought out your carnal desires, so much so that your pumps grew much harsher and even faster. Jiho moaned in delight, and you knew you hit the right angle and all the right spots.

Too focused on the extreme tightness that hugged your cock, tender licks alternated between Jiho’s pussy and your sensitive balls. Arin loved adding additional stimulation and put her tongue to good use. What better time to give her a taste—Arin happily received your cock directly from Jiho's ass and sucked slowly on it, tasting every inch before you sheathed yourself back in the comforting warmth.

"Unnie’s ass is so yummy. Do you like that cock in it? It looks so good,“ Arin said as her tongue explored whatever flesh she could in her view.

“It feels amazing, so good, so deep. Fuck me harder!” Jiho pleaded. You were ready to go all in, and it was time to up the ante compared to the pounding Arin had taken.

It was hard to even know where to rest your hands, and what parts of Jiho you wanted to grab, so you settled for one hand on her hip, while the other roamed her body and squeezed one of her perky breasts. The ramming thrusts that came after were anything but gentle, and nothing but loud, needy groans made themself known between a chorus of ragged breaths.

Jiho had felt nothing like this. She had never felt her ass be this full. Jiho needed a distraction, anything to dampen the intense sensations of the hard shaft pounding into her constantly clenched hole—she dipped her head between Arin’s spread creamy thighs to return the favor and licked her cunt up and down, exploring every inch of pink sopping wet flesh. Arin moaned beautifully.

What a beautiful view. Jiho buried her tongue between Arin’s legs, and the younger one reciprocated. Hungry tongues danced in tandem in and around soaked pink flesh and exchanged pleasure.

Nobody was going to be left unsatisfied tonight.

By some miracle, Jiho's beautiful backside opened up to you, and her ass became almost as easy to piston into as her pussy—but you wouldn’t waste the opportunity to pound away, and made her hole even more gaped than Arin. All parties involved grew doused in sweat. Nothing more than a mess of limbs with the occasional squeeze of your full balls from Arin, who focused on delivering oral pleasure to whoever she could.

The pace had grown considerably faster from how you started. Jiho's lower body was now being used as an outlet for your intoxicating euphoria, and you were almost jealous of the writhing bodies underneath, pleasuring one another as the soundtrack of the bedroom became lewd slurps of clits being slurped on and delicious cunts being devoured.

You held Jiho firmly by her heavenly hips, the perfect place to keep her steady. Jiho’s thoroughly used ass welcomed each thrust and craved every smack of flesh against flesh that filled the room and rippled Jiho’s pale cheeks. Every so often you fed Arin your cock to keep her pretty mouth preoccupied, just to see how stretched Jiho’s puckered hole had gotten. It all enamored Jiho, how full her hole felt, kept open by the thickness of your cock. It obsessed Jiho with the sensations.

Sadly, it was all about to end. You couldn’t keep the pace up for much longer, because the raging fire in your core couldn't be put out. You were about to explode, and so were the beautiful moaning women below you. The melody of muffled moans was enough to fuel your final rapid plunges, and every clench of Jiho’s wrecked asshole brought you dangerously closer to sweet release.

"I'm cumming!" Unable to distinguish which was which, the two feminine voices blended together while their gasps of pleasure continued until they became shuddering, quivering messes and climaxed in unison. That muscular ring of flesh which occupied your cock gripped like a vice, and you also needed to burst.

"Me too! I'm close, where do you want—"

Arin answered for Jiho in a tired yet sultry tone. "In her ass, baby. Don't even think about doing it anywhere else. Fill her up." Jiho once again had no objections, and you were ready to unload everything you had into her.

The anticipation grew with every thrust, and after a gentle squeeze of your tender balls with Arin’s delicate fingers, it was enough to send you over the edge, into a frenzied burst of ecstasy. When your peak reached, needy moans left your lips as you buried your shaft to the hilt, and filled Jiho’s asshole that craved your load. Hot, thick spurts emptied into her ass, and her hole clenched harder and milked every drop possible until your cock filled Jiho to the brim.

“It’s so warm…I love how it feels,” Jiho said, with the biggest grin on her tired face. Regretfully, your high did not last as long as you wanted. With the last bit of energy you pulled out, and a torrent of cum leaked from Jiho’s properly gaped asshole and stained her thighs.

“All mine,” Arin said and greedily lapped up what had spilled out, then licked Jiho’s freshly fucked asshole. She cleaned Jiho up before she spread her cheeks wide and hungrily sucked out the rest of your fresh load and didn’t let a drop go to waste. Arin licked her lips, and a fresh new smile plastered her adorable features while she sucked your cock and polished every inch clean.

“Delicious.” Arin had never looked so satisfied.

Once the collective euphoria calmed down, you became sandwiched between their two sweaty, naked bodies, and you wondered again if this was all a beautiful dream. Thankfully, it wasn’t. Tired, still lustful eyes wandered back and forth between each other and you, waiting for the perfect moment to speak.

“Shower?” you asked, desperate to break the silence.

Arin shook her head. “Not yet. I love it when you’re all sweaty.” You smiled and did your best at fixing strands of Arin’s disheveled hair. It was safe to say they would both be a little sore tomorrow, something you felt a little pride in.

“I could go again,” Jiho suddenly spoke up. It was surprising coming from her lips, and Arin’s eyes shined with excitement.

“Then the shower can wait,” Arin said, and her sparkling eyes never left your view. “Because you’re still not done with us.”

[jettsdraft]

Hop ft. Heejin

length ✦ 11530

genres ✧ direly plotless, drawn-out, dialogue-filled BFH; daddy; bunny girl costume; fingering and spanking; begging and breeding; praise and degradation; sub gf!Heejin

edited by @existslikepristin, @midnightdancingsol, and @V1n on Discord

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Bunny girl. Bunny girl. Bunny girl.

Can’t shake that image off. A free ride in your mind. What if today…

Rainwater soaks through your jacket. You sigh in relief just to be inside the apartment building.

A bigger breath of fresh air, Heejin is right at the door as soon as you open it. She was in position to run up and hug you but decides against it when she sees your waterlogged clothes.

“Hey, babe. How was work?” Heejin asks, relaxing her stance. Her shorts under her cozy sweater must be short for all her legs to be on display.

Off goes the umbrella, jacket, the shoes, the laptop bag. You take out your laptop and leave the rest on a rack or a mat to dry. “Nothing too crazy, Bun. You?”

“Was just relaxing after I had a bunch of stuff to catch up on. Some vocal exercises. Guitar practice. Tired, tired.”

You give Heejin an empathetic nod and dry your hair (you note the state of Heejin’s wavy, dirty blonde much surpasses yours now) before you lounge lengthwise on the couch and pat beside yourself, your usual offer to cuddle.

Instead, Heejin points at the counter. “Made dinner, by the way.”

“Damn, that Japanese curry looks delicious. Thank you.” You absorb into the sofa’s cushions.

“Mhm.” Heejin places a finger on her lip. “Hmm. Usually, you perk up instantly for food. Already ate?”

“Yep. You got me. Just some kimbap from the convenience store. You’re the sweetest, but you didn’t have to. Pretty sure there were leftovers too.”

“Yeah, but you work so hard, and I like doing nice things for you.” Heejin giggles while she puts away some pans in the cabinet, the food in the fridge.

“You work hard too, you know. You’re so popular now, Bun. Oh yeah. Like I said, no pressure or anything, but speaking of nice things...”

Heejin sighs, her mouth wavering between a shaky frown and a shy smile. “Here we go.”

You unbutton your dress shirt, leaving only a thin undershirt, while she hurries to clean up the last of the plates.

Though Heejin approaches you, she stops in her tracks a meter away. “Yeah, yeah. I already know what you want me to do. I thought that maybe if I made dinner and was really sweet that you would forget.”

“Aww. Bun, are you blushing?” You don’t have to ask because it would be obvious even if you turned the lights off.

“Babe, shut up! I’m not blushing! You’re blushing.”

“Seriously, you sound so cute like that, you know?”

Heejin makes fists and waves her arms like she’s about to fight the idea. “I don’t! I don’t know. I know it’s not like me to be shy about anything, and I’m not shy. I’m just… I don’t know what I am.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, when you said you wanted me to be your bunny girl, I didn’t even know what that… entailed—of course, that’s the word I... Look, obviously, it’s not about being an actual bunny. Something about the Loonaverse?”

You shake your head.

“Mm, I know you call me Bun all the time, and it’s really cute. But that’s different. Or at least, I thought so. Then I asked myself, did it have to do with anime? Yeah, probably, but I wasn’t sure. And after a bunch of thinking, I became insecure about it. Could I really be a bunny girl? A Playboy one? An Easter bunny? Well, that’s not that sexy, and that’s really what it’s about, right? Being sexy? Ahh! See? All these questions and it became this whole spiral and I’m all confused again and, and...” Exasperation in Heejin’s breath.

“If you’re having trouble—”

“No! N-not at all. In fact, I have been thinking about it. A little bit.” She emphasizes with her pointer and thumb almost pinching. “Just a little bit.”

"How about we relax for now?" Your hand gestures for Heejin to come to the couch again, and this time, she nods. Instead of cuddling into your embrace as the little spoon, she lies down facing you.

"Hi." Heejin smiles cheekily.

"Hi—"

A single soft smooch is how Heejin starts. Long lashes flutter on her beady eyes as she draws in a long breath. Knowing you'll need the air, you do too. She stays ever meek in her kisses, sometimes missing your lips for the corner of your smile, your cheek, your jaw or chin or ear. You grab her soft cheeks and hold her in place to kiss her properly. Not necessary because regardless, Heejin cannot stay away from your mouth for too long.

"Mwh." Quiet smack after quiet smack—every single peck is somehow cuter than the last: how Heejin pulls away, how she pouts and looks so needy for more like she isn't the one drawing back, how the slightest whimper escapes. “Nh, I love you so much, babe.”

Oft-repeated, yet the words pulse around the chambers of your heart much louder than they’re spoken; after all, they are your true lifeblood.

You kiss the tip of her nose.

"I love you even more, Bun," you whisper. "I could never get tired of kissing you, but... have you thought about it some more?"

"Yeah, I mean. I have. It’s weird. It’s almost like the idea of entertaining this bunny girl thing that you have turns me on and I don’t really know why. I feel weird about it. But I should've known ever since you called me Bun from day one."

"Maybe it's how we fuck like rabbits too?"

Heejin laughs at the obvious. Of course, it doesn’t need a reason, but it’s as though her outward happiness was made to warm your soul. "Right. I figured the least I could do was get a costume. Just to try it on. I wasn’t gonna tell you because I really thought making dinner and being all nice and cute would make you forget. I was gonna save it for a rainy day."

You point past the window at the continued storm.

"So I guess it’s the day. Um, I got a headband that has bunny ears on it and… a buttplug, with a little bunny tail.”

The soul is not what’s so warm right now.

“Just to try it on?” you say with a sly smile.

Cringing hands hide Heejin’s face. “Mmm!” Doesn’t hide her red ears though.

“I’m kidding.” You pat her head and stroke her hair. "We can do this another day. You don't seem too sure about this."

"I am! I promise, I swear!” Heejin puts her hands up, revealing just how red her cheeks can get. “I don’t know. I guess I’m embarrassed, I’m nervous, and I don’t know why.”

"Lemme calm you down, then." You reach under her sweater, feeling the warmth and the toned shape of her body before your hands arrive at her perky breasts.

Her respiration slows and accelerates sporadically. Your fingers tweak and pinch and roll the small tips harder, and even the simple action gets Heejin to stretch and contract and do whatever her body needs to accept the sudden pleasure. “That’s it, oh my god. You know just what to do.” Her moans are more breath than noise.

You pull away. Heejin looks confused until you grab her sides, sit up on the couch, then place her square on your lap.

“So what were you saying about the costume, Bun?” Your hands return to fondling her breasts, focusing on her nipples.

“Oh, right. So, I got the bunny outfit. Before you got home, I tried it on just to see how it felt and—that feels so good. Thank you, Daddy."

This whole thing started the moment you walked in the door and saw her, but it truly starts when she gives your bedroom name the sultriness it deserves. It rings well with her low voice, especially whispered so sincerely. Here, your head goes into sexual overdrive. Here, you become a different person entirely: less boyfriend, more the daddy she needs to pamper her.

"Fuhh… Honestly, it felt kind of natural when I put it on, which was surprising, because I never wanted to be anyone’s bunny girl. But I really, really want to please you, Daddy. So badly."

“Really now?”

The breathiness in her moans extends to her whispers. “The idea of bending to your will does something to me, Daddy. That feels so fucking good. Oh my god, you’re so good with your hands. Mmm, fuck, you know that when you play with my nipples like this… I-I can’t think straight, can’t make sound decisions. And I like it that way.”

“Maybe I should ruin all your reasoning then.” After sliding under her shorts, you feel up and down her pussy lips while your other hand pulls Heejin by the neck, close enough that breath is the only breadth between your faces. “You love when I control you, hm? Then listen to Daddy.”

Heejin nods. Sometimes, she also needs daddy to teach her a lesson too.

“You’re usually the one talking on and on while we fuck. Not that I mind, I could listen to you all day, but right now, do this for me. Keep your mouth shut while I play with your pussy. You can manage that, right?”

These next nods are desperate, mouth tightly drawn, brows creased, and chiefly, urgent in their speed. She needs this—now. Heejin squirms in your lap when your index and middle fingers run through her labia, increasing in wetness with every pass.

Your gaze pierces. Your fingers don’t. You whisper, “Quiet now. You want me to put it inside so bad, I know, I know. But if I do, you might make a noise. And then what? Then I’m going to have to punish you. Make you feel how my hands spank your ass until next week. Turn your legs into jelly.”

Two of your fingers tempt to enter her tiny hole. She has to swallow down a squeak.

“What a gorgeous face. A nice, spankable butt. Such a shame I can’t hear the prettiest voice in the world.” Threats to enter with your fingers become realized. Heejin straightens her posture. Incredible how two fingers can control her whole body. “Settle down. Just accept it, Bun. Accept it. Relax. Or don’t. As long as you’re silent. I can see you pouting. Your lips are quivering. I know you wanna make all kinds of noises for me.”

The blush on Heejin’s cheeks grows, so she nuzzles into your shoulder, and her hum grows too when your fingers plunge deeper.

“When I spank you, it won’t even be a punishment. So, I’ll tell you what. You’re allowed to say one thing. One single ‘please, daddy’.”

You don’t count her loud, quaking gasp as your fingertip drags across her satiny flesh since otherwise, you’ll be stuck here all night spanking her (not the worst prospect.) Heejin draws the air back in and pauses before she finally says, “Please, Daddy.”

It’s only fair that you pause too.

Let raindrops trickle.

“That’s it.”

Your finger-fucking rhythm is harsh and immediate, except for when you curve your fingers on the sensitive part of her walls and keep it there. Lucky for Heejin, the slick sounds around your fingers upstage her minimal moans.

“You squeeze like such a good girl around me. But I know how much you wanna cry and whine like a bad girl. Be quiet for me. Shush.”

Heejin holds you tighter as you finger-fuck her faster. Her legs squeeze together, locking your hand even though it was always going to see her climax through.

“That’s right, give me those needy eyes, those watery eyes. Poor Bun. Is Daddy putting you through too much?” you ask mockingly. “Oh no. I can feel you squeezing. You’re gonna cum, huh? Yes? You’re gonna give it to me like a good girl, aren’t you? And I know you’re gonna cry out. You can’t hold it in when you cum. Your whole body shakes, and you go, ‘Daddy, Daddy,’ isn’t that right?”

Her mouth is open, only letting wordless air out, but you know how much she needs to say yes—oh my god, yes—to let it all out. You’re in her head as much as your fingers are in her slit.

“But that'll make you a bad girl. Because you’re gonna be so loud when you cry out, and I’m gonna have to spank you. There’s nothing you can do. So cum for me and get your spanking.”

How beautiful the world that is preordained to your words. How beautiful the restraint or the attempt at restraint or the failure of restraint. The thrashing of a small body and the spindrift of pleasure’s waves, tall and falling hard. How beautiful Heejin becomes when she loses control—oh no, the sounds of slick are not enough to overcome her voice, even through stifled lips and bitten tongues. Meaningless moans collect to meaning: under sloppy conditions, the precise call for her catalyst.

“Daddy, B-Bun is cumming!”

There’s no mistaking any decibel. You stoke the fire with your lips on her neck, your fingers unabated as they curl on her soft, rough inner flesh. Never do you ease off nor allow her respite until the final throb that courses through her muscles. With her cunt this sensitive, the exit of your fingers is met with clenching resistance.

Once Heejin passes the rivers of euphoria, she looks back at you with regret at her undisciplined volume. What a lie. She may play coquettish but she’s never regretted a single orgasm, a single whimper, a single strike of your hand on her ass.

“Bun. How naughty of you.” You sharply twist her off your lap then back onto your lap, but this time, she’s bent over for the full presentation of her butt. (On some days, it’s your dessert, maybe your pillow. On all days, your raison d'être. But today? That ass is your sexual outlet, your personal plaything.) Drag her shorts down to her ankles. You line up your palm while nectar-coated fingers feel the heft of her buttcheeks—a harsh, sudden slap. First of many. Indeed, her moans sound too delighted for regret, too needy for another infliction of pain.

“Ahh, Daddy!”

“Did I say to make noise now?” Your second spank is harder because yet again, Heejin knows exactly what she's doing.

“I’m sor—”

“Learn your lesson.” No sternness in your voice can match the third smack that reverberates the living room. Wasted words, but at least the manual effort isn't a waste at all.

Another and another and the percussion becomes rhythmic so that slowly but surely, Heejin sulks and slacks further down on your lap. But though her head hangs low, you notice her giddy smile when you manage to take your eyes off her ass.

“Aww, Bun's little buns are so pretty like that, so sore and red. You’re gonna be a good girl for me now, mhm? So much need in your eyes.” Your spanks play meno mosso and the new tempo tempts you with familiar textures, glistening labia which part as her legs spread naturally. Instead of her ass, you spank her pussy, and a waterfall gushes between her limp limbs. "I can't take it anymore. I need to hear you. I need your voice to fill the room, fill the neighbors' rooms, fill the whole building. I don't fucking care."

"Yes! Daddy, yes, fuck me. It's so, ahh, so s-s-sensitive, but fuck me with your fingers and make me cum again, please! Ah!"

When you restart that forceful pace, Heejin doesn't just fill the room with groans and mewls as you predicted. She fills your nose with lewd scents, fills your legs with her dripping juices, and most of all, fills your mind with the subtlest plans.

Heejin grinds into your cunt-wrapped fingers, your other hand guiding her by the ass. Here is where simple plans become action.

“Hey! Don’t stop. Why you—why did you, why stop?”

You chuckle. “Do you really need another climax? You looked so sensitive. But no, as much as I want to see you overstimulated and babbling on my lap, I want to see the bunny costume even more.”

“Aww, really? Tonight? Now?”

You stare at Heejin.

“Okay, okay. I’ll be right back.” Heejin gets up (wobbling, light-headed so close to her edge) and slides her shorts off. The pitter-patter of tiny footsteps disappear, but when they reappear so quickly, their echoes are only partial. You recognize where she is.

“Come out from the hallway. Now. No need to hide.” You don’t mean to sound so intimidating.

“I-I’m not hiding!”

Blood rushes down to your loins without skipping a beat between Heejin peeking from a corner to her hopping out—air must have fled from your lungs at the same rapid rate.

Everything clings to Heejin’s body and highlights her every subtle curve, her every fit muscle. The black latex bodysuit with its sweetheart neckline over her tits and its crotch boasting the outline of her pussy lips. The fishnet stockings that dig into her creamy thighs. A detachable white collar around her neck.

But for all the tightness, you focus on the two promised accessories. The bunny ears on top of her head make her look so adorable—unlike the fluffy tail plug sticking out of a hole in the bodysuit tailor-made as an anal access point. Heejin tries to play off your animalistic gaze by posing for you. A cute peace sign, an awkward smile, a shy posture.

The fire only rages harder.

"How do you feel?" you ask.

Heejin takes deep breaths. “I’d be lying if I said it didn’t make me feel needy. No. More than needy. Like needy for sex, but I need, uhm, need to please you.”

“The word is submissive.”

“Well… yeah.” Heejin twirls in place, tail wiggling, snug bodysuit digging into her shapely ass. “Do I look pretty to you? Because that’s all I care about. I just wanna be your pretty girl, Daddy.”

“Of course, Bun. The prettiest in the world. Get over here.” The firmness of the bulge in your slacks is inversely proportional to the distance between you and Heejin. As she converges towards you sitting on the couch, diamonds start to fear for their place in the Mohs scale.

When Heejin is on her knees is when she defaults to her sensual hushed tones. “You know what else I want? What I really want? I wanna taste your cock. Yeah. I wanna taste your cock so bad. Can I, please? Can I, please, please take your cock in my mouth?”

Pat her hair gently. “Hmm. Only if…”

“Only if…? Only if what, Daddy?” Love and expectation fill Heejin’s eyes.

“Only if you say you’re my good bunny girl.”

Heejin pauses. It shouldn’t have surprised her considering not just the get-up but her whole demeanor. She should have realized that playful bunny attitude would lead her to this very question. But even over your pants, you feel Heejin’s hot breath and her drool as she vacillates.

Let her take her time. The anticipation is good for both of you. You can admire Heejin all day anyway, her toned arms when she places meek hands on her thighs, her tight frame outlined by slinky latex.

This downpour outside seems to pass on by, along with the sunrise and the next sunset. You can’t admit your impatience though. One more breath out, almost a gasp. Heejin puts all of her resolve into her words.

“I’m your good bunny girl.”

The resolve is in her words alone, and you smile because of it. Her smile is a weaker, more awkward simper, a colon/square-bracket emoticon. How Heejin turns a tiny, silly request into an embarrassingly erotic matter makes you want more.

“Say it again,” you command.

An unconvincing sigh. “Come on, I said it.”

This kind of whininess deserves silence as an answer.

Heejin steels herself, though she doesn’t need the same level of will to do so. “I’m your good bunny girl.”

“Again.” You’re enjoying this too much and it must show on your face by now.

“Stop making me say it!” However, her enjoyment is as audible as it is visible on her face with a smile: Heejin giggles while she rubs your firmness over your slacks. “Nngh. Please just let me have your cock, please.”

“One more.”

The frantic, flighty flits of laughter stop like a train hitting a wall. (Heejin has always thrown you for a loop in these moments, how her disposition turns so suddenly like she’s the center of the stage about to start.) No hesitation when she says, “Yes, I’m your good bunny girl! I’m your good bunny girl, your good, good bunny girl, your very, very good fuck bunny.”

“There you go.” You shift on the couch and ease your posture to push your crotch closer to Heejin's ready mouth.

“I can have it?” Heejin points and taps two fingers together.

You nod.

“Finally. Thank you, Daddy.” No cutesy lilt. Just genuine gratitude.

Yet the pull of the zipper is too slow. Trapped under your boxers, your dick juts out furiously.

“Oh, Daddy, you’re so hard.” One step at a time. Heejin unbuttons. Then she tugs your pants. This too is so slow, too slow. She doesn’t have to pull your clothes off like it’s glued to your skin, but she’s savoring the little moment herself. However, patience vanishes when she gets to your underwear as Heejin nearly tears it off your body. With that same vigor, her tongue is licking your erect shaft before it can hit her face.

You groan at the softness, the wetness. “Hnh, you’re in such a rush.”

Tongue out, puffed cheeks, mouth half-open like that, Heejin really does look like an adorable bunny, especially with her gentle panting that drips a bit of spit from the tip of her tongue to your shaft. But cuteness doesn’t exist when she’s on her knees with her back arched, showing off the bunny tail that anally plugs her.

Heejin swipes her tongue up and around your length aimlessly, giving it a nice sheen of saliva. “I just wanna make you feel good, Daddy.”

“Of course. I love your tongue, Bun, but you know how to make me feel even better.”

She nods vigorously. After one final brushstroke, the tip of her tongue lays on your cockhead’s slit. “L-like thih?”

“Almost.”

Heejin’s tongue retreats. She taps her finger on her temple. “Ohh. I know now. You want me to suck it!”

Even while servicing your cock, she can be so naturally cute.

Her lips start small. Puckered, they rest on the top of your erection in a drawn-out smooch. “Mm… mwah. So perfect. Such a perfect cock. A perfect daddy.”

As her lips part around your tip, you sink into the couch while her head sinks into your crotch. Heejin does not partake in the entirety of your length, but rations herself to simple ratios—halves, thirds—in slow, erratic plunges, head bobbing to and fro. The spirited, sloppy suction slurpifies with all that spit and the further down she swallows you, the louder it gets and the more her tongue sticks out to depress against the underside of your shaft.

And back out she goes, swirling that tongue around before she speaks again. “Do you like the way I worship your cock, Daddy? The way I savor every inch of it?”

There’s always a perfect variety to Heejin’s blowjobs. The moment you think you know what she’ll do, she releases your cock to the angelic image of saliva threads bridging your tip to her face to the exposed cleavage of her bunny suit. Though the slice of heaven you try to take in is but a single frame, it’s too dazzling anyway. Before you can answer the obvious “yes,” Heejin is already pecking and smooching and unbridled, making out with your shaft and making off with your speaking faculties.

What a robber, but you don’t mind your poverty, barely scraping by with primal groans.

"You know what you did to me, Daddy. Making me hold back just makes me want to tell you even naughtier things. Like how being your little bunny girl warms my womb. I think… no, no… I know that I want—need, need you to breed me.”

You could never escape the thoughts, having talked to her plenty of times about the difference between protected and unprotected sex. With Heejin, both are heaven-sent, but you know just how carnal she can get with the latter. This shouldn’t be anything special since you’ve already creampied Heejin many times. But those times were framed in a different environment, heats of the moment where you had taken off the condom.

Now, you’re acutely aware of every thrust of your cock.

Despite the polish of her polish, you’re acutely aware that those thrusts are not in her pussy, drowning her womb in warm, sticky seed.

Her words become softer and deeper as her slurps take over, more focused on fully throating your cock now. The upshot is that Heejin only speaks in the upward strokes between the gasps.

“And I’m ovulating, hah, right now. So, if you were to cum, ahh, inside me, hgh, you’d probably get me pregnant.”

With such explicit imagery, you have to run your hands through her hair just to stay sane. Your fingers clasp in pleasure to wrest control back—control, what a hollow pretense. Your hips roll back and forth and now, you’re fucking her mouth more impetuously. More force, more depth, enough depth for Heejin to choke on your shaft. The tight passage where air belongs, from which sweet melodies play, is clogged by vulgar flesh. Her chokehold on your tip makes the heat surge already.

“Ngh, nuh, ahk.” Heejin gags, swallows spit, gasps on the release of your cock. “Hah. No, Daddy. Don’t even waste pre-cum in my mouth. Did that idea do something to you? Do you like that idea? Knocking me up?”

“B-but, but what about—”

“What about what? I think you really like the idea. Everyone will know that you’ve claimed me for your own. Or maybe they’ll never know and they’ll always wonder who put a baby inside of her. I think that sounds better. No one should know about how well Daddy fills me up.”

Reduced to animal faculties, you can only growl, only grasp her hair tighter.

“It’s hard for me to stop licking your cock. It tastes so good. It’s perfect. But my pussy is absolutely dripping. It’s gonna feel so good to get Daddy’s perfect cock all the way inside me.”

Heejin finally slows down from an unrelenting pace of licks and sucks to casual kisses. You fear one of those kisses will be the goodbye kiss. But as one door closes, another one opens.

“So, can I ride your cock, Daddy?” A question to which Heejin knows the answer since she’s already getting up from her knees.

Therefore, you ask your own obvious question. Not only do you know the answer, but you’ve already heard it. “Are you a good bunny girl?”

“You really wanna make me say it again? I’m your good bunny girl, Daddy. I am. I’m your good fucking bunny. I’m your perfect, sweet fucking bunny.”

Your last article of clothing, your undershirt, barely survives intact when you tear it off yourself before you lie down on the couch. “You’ll say anything to get my cock, won’t you?”

“You’re right, I will say anything to get that fucking cock.” It’s not only what she says but how she says them, fully hypnotized.

A cycle of hypnosis, her voice charms you like nothing else. But sight returns like a jolt when Heejin unclasps a button that releases the crotch of her bodysuit. Your fingers, even toys have never gotten her pussy so soaked with girl cum. A soft warmth radiates from Heejin’s slit as she sways her hips and aligns herself with your cockhead.

“Let me sit down on that.” The butterflies in Heejin’s stomach seem to flap cold air so that her breath escapes as shivers.

When hands clamp on your shoulders, you know performance art is about to go down. You’re enveloped by a velvety warmth, more and more eclipsing your every nerve ending. Heejin moans, and the pitch heightens for each inch she sinks down. Unlike when she takes you into her mouth, she bothers not with teasing nor tasting a partial meal. However, even with the aid of gravity, Heejin has to strain herself downwards to work against her own tightness. You’d give her a hand, and in fact, you’d love nothing more than to have your hands on her slim waist, her pert ass. (Usually, it’s the strength of your hips that bring you all the way to her depths, fucking her doggystyle or pronebone or against the wall.) However, Heejin is focused enough that you have to give her the satisfaction of wrapping her pussy lips around the base of your shaft all by herself.

“Yes!” Heejin’s legs tense after she finally drops her butt down to your crotch, dropping your cock out of sight. Certainly not out of sensation. She relaxes and stirs her hips. The stirring becomes grinding and shuddering breaths. “Ahh, uh—hhm, you can’t imagine how much better this feels with this plug in my ass.”

You don’t have to imagine bliss yourself: you even perceive the tautness of the plug through her walls. Her grind finds a new form once the smooth swaying becomes jerky snaps of her hip. It’s only the subtle friction of her walls on your cock, but you still groan deeply because of it. Heejin starts bouncing, pussy lips stroking further up your length, and finds momentum like a ball rolling down a hill. Her left bunny ear flops while her right ear stands straight up. On some bounces, probably whenever your tip grazes a sensitive rough patch, she arches back then falls forward at the sudden swell of gratification. On other bounces, Heejin’s posture is immaculate, as if your erection is puppeteering her whole torso, better than your fingers.

Only moments ago, Heejin was hiding from you, stuttering, reticent. Now her lust, her full heat is on full display with all semblance of embarrassment supplanted by pure sexual heat. The long wavy blonde locks are in disarray, clumped with spit from the earlier blowjob, sweat making them stick on her face too until her ride gets rough enough to shake them off.

Can’t have your hands on your sides forever. First, you fix her hair, swipe strands off her face. Then you grab two pillowy asscheeks and pull Heejin down for more impact. Some skin slaps skin, but there’s also fishnet and latex in the way. All key parts of the masterstroke before you.

Sex with your girlfriend Heejin is great. However, sex with your bunny Heejin is divine.

“God, it’s like you were made to bounce on my dick,” you say, kneading her buttcheeks, “like your pussy was made to mold around it like a good little Bun.”

“No, no, Daddy, your cock is even more perfect. It just stretches me out so good. Fgh, yeah. And besides, you know all the work I put in my body. All this work’s for you, Daddy. Every workout is just so I can work your cock longer, harder.”

Her core exercises especially let her grind and roll her body against you with an incomparable rapidity, let her lean down to your face in one graceful motion without a single missed lift and drop of her ass. Heejin has no embarrassment, no hesitation, sloppily kissing you and moaning into your mouth.

“I wanna be your sweet baby bunny, I do. I know I was really shy about it. But I love surrendering to you. I love it so much that now, I wanna be your bunny girl. I really want it. And I want you to breed me. I want you to put a fucking baby in me, Daddy.”

Heejin straightens herself again with her hands on the back of her head. Either she grinds back and forth, or she hops up and down, or she twists and fucks herself into your cock—any option could be the last thing you see before you die, and you wouldn’t mind, but other designs enter your mind, blown as it is up to now.

Groan, grunt, grab her ass and slow her down. Eventually, she gets the message and raises an eyebrow.

“We should switch positions."

“What do you mean?”

“I’m going to cum in you as deep as possible. Put your legs up on my shoulders.”

“I love that idea, Daddy. You know you don’t even have to warn me. Just fucking manhandle my body, whatever you want. But I guess while you’re at it… Lay me down, be gentle with me, Daddy, ahh. I’m just your sweet baby bunny.” The saccharine in her voice betrays her sweat, her skimpy outfit, her drooping tongue, her thick cream glazing your cock.

You set Heejin down on the couch with her back flat. Her ass is raised, presented like a present in anticipation of receiving your cock, and you grip her ankles to help her place her legs on your shoulders.

At this angle, plunging into Heejin has never been easier/harder. Easier, because you don't have to fight against any unnatural angles, only bend into the squat with all your weight. Harder, because the clench of Heejin's walls is so overwhelming that its struggle transfers to your dizzy head, unable to understand which direction the difficulty falls.

Not a smidgen of uncertainty that you will breed Heejin at this rate.

Overwhelming, oh, the overwhelming of your jackhammer pounding, pound-for-pound unfairly matched leverage and savagery. But contrary to the recklessness, between a lengthy moan and another, Heejin repeats a gentle incantation, as if she were meditating, as if her mind were wandering away from reality: "I’m your little cum bunny. Yes, I’m your little cum bunny. Yes, I’m your little cum bunny. Yes, I'm your…"

It emboldens you somehow further. Grip on her chest over the bodysuit and her hips and her thighs, pump your cock with more strength, use her body like the handle at the end of a tool. "Little cum bunny, cum bucket, cum hole, nrgh, little cum…"

Heejin’s hands are hectic. She tries to grab onto your shoulders for support, but you pin her wrists to the couch instead. "Yeah, I’m your cum dump, Daddy, your cum rag, fucking use me, whatever you want to do. After all, all I think about is—fffgh, how much I love your cum. How b-bad I, ah, I want your cum to fill my tight little pussy. I want it so bad."

When you're in such automatic, instinctual lust—forcibly grabbing her hair, fucking Heejin into the couch until she's just a cushion herself—everything other than Heejin is wispy fog. You're in a void of sweat (she must be even hotter in that suit), of hormones firing wildly like wildfire. Above all, you're in a chamber of echoes and reverberation. The frailty in her normally powerful voice only magnifies her allure; in that smallness, she becomes the choir encompassing all your existence.

"Did this bring something out in you, Daddy?” Up and down her voice plays in unpredictable melodic contours. “Seeing me like this, getting all dressed up for you, becoming your perfect little bunny?"

"It did." You hiss, the buildup of internal bliss racking your brain.

"Good. B-because your cock feels so good, Daddy, when you fuck me this... hard, oh god."

Heejin is a bunny caught in a hunter's snare, and her only escape is to fall further into her own rampant heat.

"I-I’m your good girl, I’m your good bunny, I am, will, will always be your good, good bunny girl."

"You've been thinking about it, haven't you?" you ask at the troughs of your rhythm. (Even your couch must know fatigue by now.) Look into her eyes. Look so hard you might find the truth in her woozy, cock-drunk mind with no reply necessary, yet every reply is given anyway.

"You’re not wrong. I have."

"That's it? Just thinking?"

"I… no. I’ve been playing with my pussy so much, thinking about how much you’d like me like this. Y-you already like me anyway, right, Daddy?”

“I love you. More than the world could ever know.”

“Daddy! I love you too.” Heejin leans up to kiss you. “But, I’m gonna change for you, only you. I wanna be your perfect bunny girl. All cool on the outside, but underneath it all, underneath you, I’m just a silly fucking bunny girl. Oh god, right, ffh, there. Right—there, oh, right…" There’s desperation on Heejin’s lips.

Or drool.

In, strike. The friction reduces with natural slick. Out, grip. Your cock is sloppily Heejin-coated. Her plushness gnaws at your mind like every word uttered, swathes your shaft, makes your brain burn all its fuel on the sole task of—

“You’re gonna get me fucking pregnant, Daddy, right? Right? Please? Please, please, pretty please? You’re gonna put little baby bunnies in me, gonna make me a mommy, gonna make me your sweet Mommy bunny.”

Already, you throb. You, as in your whole body, every muscle. You, as in your shaft. You, as in your fraying fibers of restraint—those throbs will snap the last thread. Even though you know her walls get gluey/viscous with her cream, and you know pounding this rough into her makes Heejin’s pussy clamp down on your cock, you know more surely that you’re already sending warm pre-cum straight to her womb.

There’s a fire in the house of your body.

You can only put it out by fucking Heejin harder, enough for her tits to fall out of the tight bodysuit and her bunny ears to fall off her head. After fixing the headband (the bodysuit can stay tousled), your once-stalled pace finds a passion anew.

“You can fuck me while I’m pregnant the whole time. I bet you’d love that. How big my tits would get... I’d be your pregnant bunny girl, who’d get on her knees every fucking day and suck your cock. God, I love sucking your cock. And you know I love tasting your cum. But right now, I want it, deserve it, deep in my needy little pink pussy.”

“Thirsty slut bunny. How am I supposed to control a bunny in heat like you?” Though they’re not as big as the future she presents, her breasts spilling out of the bodysuit still present an opportunity: they have enough mass for you to spank. You make them equally red and tender. Left, smack. Right, smack. Over and over and over for every bounce up your cock and for every slide down.

“Awhff, fuck, yes, Daddy, I fucking love being your bunny girl fucktoy. Treat me like your fuckdoll. I want you to breed me. I want you to put all your cum inside me.”

Undeterred by your continued slaps of her tits, a devilish smirk grows on Heejin.

“I waited until tonight because I knew you weren’t going to forget. Of course, I knew, Daddy. I, nh, know what you think about. I know your needs. I know exactly what makes you tick. I wanna be perfect for you. Anh, I want to be your perfect. Little. Fucking. Cum bunny that milks your cock so I can milk your cock even more every day when I get all pregnant after you breed me and, annuhh, I need and I deserve it because I’m always going to fuck your dick so well because I’m a good girl.”

You can never get over the pure filth contrasting the adorable glance of her eyes contrasting the deep tone of Heejin’s speech, deepened further by the languor and the constant moaning. Her words guide your every action: as Heejin speeds up vocally, so do you physically, and as she raises in pitch, so too do you raise in intensity. You’re not fucking your bunny anymore; you’re mating with her.

“I'm your good girl, your good bunny, and your good bunny’s gonna fucking cum. Yeah, Daddy, hold me closer. I can feel you massaging my womb. Fucking cum, gonna fucking cum. Fuck!”

“That’s it, cum, cum for Daddy,” you say before you lean in for a thorough kiss. You ensure that you keep hitting those same doughy, delicate spots with every shove, familiar with them like the back of your hand (though more literally, the tip of your finger or your cock).

How can Heejin be more angelic? The beauty of the consequences of your actions. You’ve made her squirt plenty of times—with toys, with your mouth, with your fingers—and you’ve even fucked the girl cum out of her onto your cock with the aid of vibrators. Not only do you love the mess, but you love how Heejin clenches absurdly tight. This time is different. This time, Heejin sprays from the force and stimulation of your shaft’s thrusts alone. All over and around your cock, she cums a cascade of clear fluid. Her whole adorable face tightens and creases, except for her mouth which widens when you let go of your kiss.

“Ahh, so, so much, ah, cu-cum-cumming, ahh, ahh—” On and on the groan goes, Heejin’s tongue poking out between her lips.

On and on the sprinkle goes. The couch, stained. Legs and crotches, stained. Squirt even drips down to her buttplug, saturating her fluffy tail enough for the fur to lose its shape. You catch a glimpse of muscles clutching around the toy. As your squirt-covered shaft splits her tender pussy, Heejin squirms at the heightened sensitivity.

“Can I keep fucking you?”

“Ye—yeah, yes, yes, please, I'll take it for you. I want you to… fugh, fucking cum in—inside m-mmee. Ah'll… ah, I’ll p-prolly cuuhm again, to, tsss, to be honest. Just, sex toy, bunny, me.” Broken words make Heejin sound uncertain, not out of embarrassment, but out of a physical weakness derived from orgasm.

Your cock is buried hilt deep, and you’re content leaving it there. “Are you sure?”

“It feels so—gh—s-sensitive but so, so perfect too, so yes, please, Daddy.”

However, you’re more than content to swing the pendulum once again, especially since clouds appear. That darkened sky inside you like the rain outside is dulling your fire, but it rages on regardless. When the cloudburst rapture drowns you, you will erupt. Not a matter of “if.” A matter of “when.”

As you pound and deplete more of your energy, Heejin eventually regains her coherence, or at the very least, she has more than you. You’re just a set of arms pinning Heejin down, a set of legs to propel your mating press, a solid erection, ready to explode and provide the desperate bunny girl with semen at any time.

Heejin holds the back of your neck, and though she’s clearly sore from her climax, she even lifts her ass to fuck herself into you and add more exertion to your hammering. The small motions must take so much strength, all those crunches and planks ending up as reciprocal motion as she grinds into you.

Your voice chokes and dies, and you puff and pant and gasp at the ongoing exercise. (You’ve done your best to keep up with Heejin, but that’s a tall order.) Even in her most depraved state, drenched in sweat and her own cum, her eyes clouded with lust, she manages to find syllables. First, it’s just profanity, cries for “Daddy,” but then the enchanting dirty talk restarts.

“Yeah, you like the idea of me being your secret fucking bunny slut. I’m such a prim and proper idol, a star on the stage, but when I come home, I’ll put on my bunny outfit and you can do whatever you want to me. Daddy, I'll be grateful for every minute your cock stuffs my tiny bunny pussy.”

Raindrops splatter against your window. Pitter, patter. Small footsteps.

“That’s it, Daddy. Pump your little baby bunny full of cum. Fill my fucking pussy with that cum. I’m gonna be such a good girl for you. I’m gonna get pregnant. Breed me, breed me, breed your bunny.” Heejin pulls your neck for another kiss. Yearning, suddenness, all of time passing, like the world’s over, like this embrace—both her arms on your back and your conjoined lips—is the last.

“Close. Gonna cum.”

“I know. I know you are because I’m your perfect slut. Do it. Dump your cum in my body. No, Daddy, it’s your body. Yours to use and play with and fuck as hard as you want. Fuck me as hard as you want, fuck your cum into me. I can take it for you.”

Truthfully, your motions are minuscule in comparison to Heejin under you. The strength you send into her pussy with every buck of your hips is multiplied tenfold when she raises her ass. Her flaunted core strength doesn’t surprise you, but it doesn’t require a surprise for your apotheosis to manifest.

Nothing new under the sun, the moon, the rain—or so you believe. This is the center. The first hurricane whose eye is the downpour. Something should be wrong, but nothing is wrong. You understand exactly why this happens.

Fall into place. Everything does. Fall into place. Pieces of the puzzle, and that same satisfaction when you get closer to completion. A radiating consummation. But you’re not just a single piece. You’re the solver, and Heejin is the cipher. When she donned the bunny girl outfit, she helped realize a big part of the big picture. A near-complete sacrifice of your stamina, of your will. You may think you know what the end looks like, but each thrust reveals more of Heejin's design.

She was always a perfect artist in every respect.

Fall into place.

The final piece of you.

“I’m done. Take it, Bun.”

“That’s it, Daddy. Give it to me. I can feel your cock twitching inside me.”

Drops of cum splatter against her womb when the drops become a new ocean’s worth of viscous spray. Heejin siphons your load out of your twitching cock with pleasure, the biggest smile on her face. Through the intense, limb-seizing, black-out climax, you’re frozen in your squat above her so Heejin has to keep bouncing her ass up against you to melt you into action. Understanding how she felt just moments ago in her orgasm, you persevere and slam your spurting dick inside of her pussy.

“That’s so much cum. God, you’re still going. I already feel like I’ve been filled for the whole month with your load. But you know that’s nothing compared to a baby in my tummy.”

Throughout the rough treatment, Heejin is not idle. One hand fondles your warm, pulsating sack in appreciation while the other holds your waist to make sure you’re cumming as deep as possible. Despite slower and less intense throbs, your erection remains at its completeness. Heejin slides up from your balls to between her legs. Even though her cunt lips are clamping against the root of your cock, she tries her best to save any cum leaking out. How diligent of her.

After having been in the same position for so long, you relax your tense, burning muscles and release everything you’ve been holding onto. The couch, Heejin’s tits, your own legs. However, when you try to fall back, Heejin keeps her legs locked, her soaked pussy unyielding as it cocoons your dick.

You groan painfully.

“I’m sorry, Daddy.” She relaxes, but you dig your fingers into her legs between holes of the fishnet stocking to stop her and shake your head.

“Fine,” you say through gritted teeth. “I’m fine. You need to be bred. Just stay like that. Let’s just relax.”

Only now, you notice that her bunny ears must have fallen off sometime during the frenzied sex, so you point out the headband on the floor. Heejin releases her leglock, though her pussy is still clamping and warming the tip of your dick. After she contorts her body to pick the bunny ears up without releasing her cock-hold, she puts it back on and fixes her fallen neckline too. (Her tits tempt you latex-covered as much as they do bare.)

It’s a slow tangle of bodies, but you eventually lie down on the couch first. Heejin rests her head on the opposite side of the couch and lazily sheathes herself straight to the bottom of your shaft. With her position, Heejin’s feet rest on your chest, so you massage each sole and kiss each toe.

“Fucking—even that’s making me want to fuck you again right now. I need more, Daddy.”

“Bun, I’m sorry. You have to understand how tired I am.”

“Okay, we’ll just rest for now. But if you’re up for it, if you think you could, um, cum in me one more time tonight. I know I’m a greedy bunny but I really want you to breed me and having two loads of cum will only increase our odds.”

You’re already hard. Look at Heejin; she’s completely debauched. But you need a breath. “Suck my cock first.”

“Ooh. Yes, Daddy. I definitely do not mind sucking your cock. Not only do I not mind… I’m dying to taste your cum. Don’t get me wrong, I wanna keep it in my pussy, but whatever’s left on your cock, I wanna lick it off, taste you, clean you.”

Her hips whirl and roil, reminding you of your soreness at such an intense orgasm. However, you cannot deny the brain-melting titillation from the slightest shifts. “Just be careful now, Bun.”

With maximal caution in her motion, Heejin’s gyrating becomes a slow yet loud unsheathing of your cock. A wet, almost slurpy noise when your shaft flops out, and she immediately grabs it, collects the cream on it. “Daddy, who do you think I am? But you’re right.”

You stand up from the sofa as Heejin shifts and stretches, putting her legs up on the sofa’s back. She hangs her head off the side. A deep view of her sweaty cleavage. “Clever bunny slut. Can’t have any of that hot cum dripping out of you, hm?”

“Nn, nn, not a single fucking drop.” Heejin wets her lips while you align yourself towards her mouth. Her thighs cross tightly. If she weren’t nursing an aquifer’s volume of semen, she’d be leaking her own juices and making the couch sodden with her scent.

Don’t push yet. With a hand on your erection, you tease Heejin, tap her cheek and forehead. Her eyes follow her prize, and she has to pull up her head to try to kiss and lick you. As you take more of your sweet time, Heejin gets hungrier. She reaches for your waist to pull you in, though you swat away her hands.

“Give me your cock, Daddy,” Heejin says, heavily panting. The cuteness in her voice only makes her tantalizing words even more electric. “I mean, please, Daddy, will you give me your cock? I could be whatever bunny you want. I could be your sexy, Playboy pornstar bunny. Or I could be your sweet, gentle baby bunny. Or I could even be your pet.”

Having been blocked from holding you and fucking her own face, she yanks off the detachable white collar and replaces it with her own hands.

“If you really wanted, you could put a leash and collar on me. Tighten it around my pretty neck like this. Put the word ‘Daddy’s Cum Bunny’ on it. Take me for walks like this. Tail in my ass, bunny ears... Just walk me down the street. Show everybody who I belong to, what a slutty bunny I am, whatever you want. Yeah, Daddy, I’m ready for you. I’m needy for you. I need to feel your cock in my throat. I need—”

You give Heejin what she needs. One thrust, she’s already choking from your dick’s tip, massaging your shaft with her throat, through her throat with her hands. Her lips split and nurture on your width, but then you beat a hasty retreat, and her lips pucker up again. Pining after your next insertion, those lips smear along your length when you miss your mark. Thick slobbered spit spreads on her left cheek, then her right. A shine to the blush.

“Mhm, mm, mrgh!” Soon enough, you insert again and extract. At your prompt facefucking tempo, Heejin’s breasts trapped under the bodysuit threaten to spill out once again. The struggle and the lack of oxygen intoxicate Heejin enough that she giggles, though they come out as gurgles instead. She sticks her tongue out, and upside down, it squishes on the topside of your length. There’s so much spit that it sloshes in her mouth before she swallows it down. Drool, mascara, and tears all run down her face the wrong way. Dirty blonde describes her hair more accurately by the second.

You’re a piston, an unstoppable machine, yet you manage to pull Heejin’s hands off her neck.

Only to replace them with your own.

What a woeful hum vibrating your cock. How she yearns for the sensation of the bulge in her throat expanding and contracting. Therefore, you take one of her warm yet shivery hands and interlock fingers, then return her hand back to her neck so you can choke and stroke together.

Despite all the dirty talk and the sexy bunny costume and the breeding, you’ve never experienced anything lewder yet more intimate than holding Heejin’s hands through the brutal upside-down throatfucking distension.

More slurping, more whimpering, more twisting of her tongue. You shove faster, chasing something you shouldn’t be chasing yet. Doesn’t matter how warm and slick her throat is. Your cum belongs in one place.

Heejin reminds you with a single squeeze of your hand, so you uproot yourself. “Daddy… You…”

“I know, I know, Bun. In your womb.”

“Thank you.” The sweetness in her lurid, deep voice makes every word of gratitude come off more genuine. A lilt, a bit of lingering on the last word. “Oh, and I can’t forget these balls. I absolutely need to adore them. They give me all the seed my womb fucking aches for. So full and fun to play with in my mouth.”

While gripping your slippery length with her little hand, Heejin pops each testicle in and out of her mouth. Left and right and left again. Then she takes both of them, slathers them with her tongue, and nuzzles them between tender lips.

“Thank you for the left one. Thank you for the right one. And thank you for every drop of cum they make. Fuck, Daddy, they’re already pulsing. I had a feeling that fucking my mouth would remind you how much you love giving me your cum. Even if it is twice in a row.”

You stand motionless while Heejin gingerly sits up, her fishnet-wrapped thighs still squished together.

After Heejin puts her collar back on, she sucks on her index finger. “And now I really want you to fuck this cum deeper into me. Will you do that?”

Your head nods. Not you, your head, since your approval is a foregone conclusion, no need for conscious input.

“Oh, thank you, Daddy. You think that I look sexy like this?”

Her dim, dizzy eyes cross. Her tongue sticks out. Heejin unfastens the buttons of her bodysuit so that it unfurls, most of the latex bunching up around her midriff. All the sweat that’s built up only makes you want to take in more of her scent, her glistening milky skin. The same thing happens whenever you join her in the gym. Your eyes wander and stare and in aimless wandering, they resolve to focus and rigor in glorifying her sleek yet sinewy curves. The ridges and smooth lines of her fit physique rouse your brain, and you especially take in her biceps as they flex. Sure, Heejin is below you, literally and sexually, but you have no doubt she could reach up and choke you with no effort whatsoever. (You’d thank her for that too, getting to watch her buff muscles anyway.)

Therefore, your head nods again: she’s more than sexy—she’s flawless. You get in position. One hand on her shoulder, one on the couch.

Heejin spreads her legs, her fluffy tail attached to her asshole dangling off the couch. “Don’t worry. See? None of your precious seed is coming out.”

“I said be careful.” A tiny streak falls down her thighs. “Do you want spanks again? Can you imagine how much cum’s gonna spill every time I hit your ass?”

“No!” At once, Heejin finger-fucks the meager drops of semen back inside of her.

“Silly bunny. Don’t you worry about that.”

Heejin gazes at you expectantly.

You tug her hands away from her crotch and part her labia, thick with cream.

Her gaze turns pitiful with more of your seed seeping out. But before Heejin can close her legs again, you direct your cock underneath where the cum trail ends (right until her buttplug tail). You graze your tip up toward her tiny hole, wiping up the messy trickle and pushing it back inside of Heejin. When your shaft immerses with her slick, you feel Heejin still clamping.

“Relax. Or don’t. I’m unloading inside you either way.”

“Yeah. Good, yeah, hn, yeah, yeah.” The reiterated words turn whinier as you galvanize your rhythm. “That's it, push that cum deeper into me, push that cum into your little fucking bunny, push it deeper inside me, all the way in. I want you to get every drop of cum as deep inside of me as you can.”

Her ankles become your handlebars as her legs form an acute angle for you to bisect. In this position, you feel every texture of her cunt, the tail plug dilating her ass, and all the cum inside of her. It’s less viscous than usual (for example, when you paint her face and slather it around), and you know it’s from her own natural juices making her walls absolutely sodden.

“Ahhh, you're gonna get me fu-uh-ucking pregnant. You’re gonna make fuu, fwgh, bluh, ghmnn...”

Though your climax is the apex of pleasure, this is your apex of effort. Speed and primal power in your pumps pry the words out of Heejin’s mouth. You grab the back of her head, lean down while pulling her in, then kiss her neck.

Heejin grips your back enough for you to feel it in your spine—bone-chilling bliss in her fingers’ pressure. Every soft, hot breath tickles your ear.

“Give me hickies. I don't care if my manager sees them, I don’t care if Orbits see them, I don't care. I want them to know who owns me. You own me, Daddy. You own this pussy, ass, mouth, this whole body. My whole fucking bunny body is for your pleasure. Everything is for you.”

Your groaning amplifies with each nail carving a faint path on your back. You pinch her firm nipples in return, cup handfuls of her boobs, then flatten your hand to harsh strikes. An endless sprawl of pleasure courses throughout your nerves while Heejin’s limbs sprawl on the couch; legs and arms become limper with each hit on her chest re-reddening the now-pink handprints from earlier. After some wild kneading of her tits, you slide down her midriff, past the curled bodysuit, plucking the threads of her fishnet stockings which dig into her thighs before you reach her ankles to hold her weak legs apart.

“Ggh, fucking—hss, just like that, Daddy. Treat me so rough. All that while you’re pummeling me so deep, your big Daddy cock stretching me out. Keep fucking that cum into me. If I wasn't gonna get pregnant before, I'm definitely gonna be now. And I'm gonna be your little pregnant bunny slut. Your pregnant bunny whore. Because that’s the only thing I'm good for, only good for making your babies, ahh!”

Abject lies. While you’re more often dominant than not with Heejin, you’ve never gone this far, but you have not a quarter of a mind to rebut, nor the will to do so. To be even more truthful with yourself, the abasement makes your shaft quiver inside her or maybe it doesn’t or maybe your awareness is so far gone that which is which does not matter.

“Yeah? You like hearing me say that? That's all I'm good for, Daddy. All I'm good for is taking your cum and making babies. That's my best skill. Doesn't matter that I trained for so long. Doesn't matter that I'm an idol. The most important thing I can do is fucking get pregnant for you.”

What was once a more deliberate sex position, holding Heejin’s legs apart, has become your whole weight laying on top of her body, every muscle inside you screaming as you lift yourself back up. She isn’t even a bunny anymore but instead, the means to your end.

Insert. Extract. One such cycle is either the speed of sound or the speed of one pirouette on Earth’s leaden foot. That range is the extent of the unreliability of your internal chronometry—yet again, the outcome is all the same.

“I'm gonna cum again, D-daddy.”

“Me too, ggh,” you moan out.

“Really? You too, Daddy?”

“Mhm.”

"Even better. B-because my pussy, hah, is gonna contract, and, and your seed'll go deep, deeper. Oh god, so deep, so, so—I’m gonna fucking cum! Oh fuck, gimme all that cuumm.” The last syllable drawn out by Heejin’s deep voice rings so heavily that it clambers about in your skull.

Inner muscles tremble around your cock, and glassy juices splash and drizzle once more.

This drizzle would always burgeon into a mythical deluge.

Two ends converge into one, inevitable as the whole night has been one long act of convergence. Heejin and you breathed life into your mutual fantasies, so the foregone conclusion is breathing life more literally. However, life starts as messily, as recklessly as it continues all through to the grave. One atom of excitement jostles another, becomes four, and exponential growth explodes a cooking pot.

No more pushes and shoves. Your weight alone in a single slide inwards knocks your tip against the depths of her pussy, her cunt’s lips strangling the base of your length. How wet and sticky the chain reaction of pulses. Kissing each other like you’re stealing your respective souls back and forth does nothing to unravel the chaotic system—only unravels the two of you further.

Ba-bum. Ba-bum. You and Heejin hear your hearts in the very palpitations of your bodies, each one sending a splash of her clear juices on your cock, then a shot of semen into her walls to work its way through the last batch. Both of you are rendered immobile (except for tongues and lips twisting) because of the warmth of the lewd concoction, because of the rolling, twitching muscles doing all the work of extracting your cum straight from the source. How lucky, an express path to her womb.

You hum and drool into each other’s mouths, sharing everything and leaving nothing for the world to steal. All arms wrap tightly. This is a greedy embrace, but when so much pleasure is produced, when mutual climaxes last so long, you and Heejin have to be certain there is no waste. Pump and pump and Heejin accepts and accepts.

This should be the rest of your life.

This isn’t.

The first one to pull lips away with a gasp (strands of spit still connected, sure as sunrise), Heejin says dreamily, “Oh my god.”

Long sighs. Deep sighs. It takes the night to pass, or it takes the moon to wax and wane before you carefully unsheathe yourself to finally give your aching body a true break. Posthaste, her legs clasp together once again. “Relax, Bun. Scoot on over, be my little bunny spoon.”

On the couch, you slot in behind her as she lies on her side. Your softening dick stays warm between her asscheeks, her fluffy tail tickling it.

Heejin turns her head upwards to face you, but feeling the strain on her neck, she stops.

“Aghh," Heejin groans. "I can’t feel my legs or my face or… no, I can definitely feel the cum, mmm. But still, you absolutely wrecked my pussy. Everything's so sore.”

You give her a kiss on the cheek. “Same here, Bun.”

Heejin shifts and nestles into the perfect space your body makes for hers, especially her buns hotdogging your raw meat.

“Daddy, you are absolutely incredible. You’re so fucking sexy. No one ever has or ever will fuck me like you can. And nobody can turn me into a brainless, breeding bunny slut like you can. I love you, Daddy.”

“I love you too, Bun, but—ah, ah, if you keep talking like that, oh, and grinding like that too, we’re gonna end up fucking on the floor.”

“So what—”

“And then sleeping on it when neither of us can get up.”

“Th-that’s fair. I just wanted to say that I hope you feel special.”

Your arms swaddle Heejin tighter. “I do, baby Bun. But we have all weekend.”

She takes one of your hands and kisses it. “Right. Thank you, Daddy.”

As your hands massage her shoulders then reach lower down, you realize something: “You’re gonna sleep with the outfit on?”

“Well, I have to if I’m gonna give you morning head as a bunny girl—oh, right.” Heejin fastens the crotch of her bodysuit first before fixing the rest of the buttons. “Now none of it’s gonna leak out. Ha. It's so sticky and warm and… angh, makes me feel so full.”

“I have an even better idea. While you sleep, I’m gonna slowly pull the tail out and make use of that hole in the bodysuit. And you’re gonna wake up and have the dream you were already having in real life and feel all the cum in your womb swish around while I stretch your asshole. Do you like the sound of that?”

"Do, uh..." Heejin trails off into a yawn, then smiles. "Do I like it? No..." She yawns again at the worst moment. "No. I love it!"

You don't believe it’s a mere coincidence that the rain outside clears up.

“This is why you’re my good little bunny girl," you say as you caress her sweaty hair, "the best bunny of all the bunnies in the world. No one else is so perfect for Daddy.”

She’s already fast asleep.

You carry Heejin to the bedroom and wipe her down with a spare towel. No response as you flip her around. Finally, you kiss her on the forehead. “Good night, Bun.”

Moments before your own slumber, you hear Heejin whisper vacuously, “I am. I am. Your, mmf, good bunny girl. Your good bunny girl. Your good bunny…”

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AFF, AO3

Hey look, I'm even crossposting again. Here we go. Thanks to everyone for all the feedback.

[jettsdraft]

Wise/Night

Chapter 1 of Bird’s Eye View, a series by @jettsdraft and @worldsover

Choke time.

Hold it by its throat.

Let it hang from the wall to make the clock envious.

No, clocks would not tick without people like you. You’ve always understood the world like this: Life can only begin in the improvised moments; everything else, the plans that others make, is worthless. Anything that isn’t thrust upon you has someone else’s grubby little hands all over it.

This great mindset drove your every decision—screwed you over, too. But that’s just for now. One day, it’ll all work out.

This probably isn’t that day. You walk up the grand stairs to the library, treading as though each step on the white slabs was a journey itself. You’re not as awed as you once were with the campus. Those ridiculous steps are just annoying. The sun unfolds brightness and heat alike while birds chirp and crowds of people stroll across the campus garden. Looking for something, anything to do, you scan the mass.

Not the most entertaining way to end the summer, but that makes it as good as the rest of the break season. Plans of traveling with your girlfriend (now ex) Im Nayeon flew out the window: you failed an intro comp-sci course with crashing colors, and she realized you weren’t nearly as serious about the relationship as she was. You looked forward to the fuck marathon you would have with her traveling around the world more than nourishing the relationship into a lifelong commitment that could withstand any temptation.

Unfortunately, temptation is all around. As beautiful as Nayeon is, as great of a personality she has, it never translated to heart eyes and forevers, at least not with you.

So here you find yourself, retaking the class you so gallantly failed, in large part to finding your head buried between Nayeon’s legs instead of buried between textbooks.

“Oh, fuck just like that. Fuck me with your tongue! Keep that up I might squeeze your head like a melon.”

You shake your head. Ah, better days.

Making your way through the crowd, two women eclipse all others for your attention as your head whips to look at them. Some jeans cling tightly to one’s plump behind. The other steps proudly in bright red heels and a Gucci bag, every accessory screaming money.

The rich one’s glasses sit on an adorable, pointed nose, while her brown hair sits on her shoulders. Maybe she’s the older sister.

Purple dyes the long dark hair of the girl with the nice butt. Wow, you really cannot stop thinking about this girl’s ass.

Suddenly any thought of comp-sci or Nayeon, or anything else for that matter, flies out the window as you approach the two women. If an angel was on your shoulder, it would remind you that this is how you failed last time, that this is the definition of insanity. On the other hand, the devil would tell you to get to know them (just enough to get them in bed), to give in to the carnal, animalistic desire, to fuck these women, grades or degree be damned.

“Mom, what the hell? See, now we’re lost, and we can’t find our tour leader anywhere!” The one with the ass groans.

Mother and daughter? Now, things are getting interesting. Thank the gods that you failed that class, that Nayeon dumped you. You can fuck these women guilt-free (though if you were truthful with yourself, you would have fucked these women regardless.)

“Will you relax? The guys here are going to think you’re a prude! Live a little. Who cares if that nerd isn’t around to show us where to find the fifth library this campus has, or which study room has the best signal access? He probably spends his weekends shacked up in his dorm while everyone is out living life. Meanwhile, his girlfriend, if he even has one with his timid little attitude, is probably getting convinced by her friends to take shots then backshots soon after that.” The rich woman laughs airily. Somehow, her cruel yet honest words turn you on as much as her daughter’s ass.

“Okay, mom, what the hell? Not everyone is like you and Aunt Sooyoung and Aunt Jungeun! He seemed like a sweet guy. And we are here to learn."

“Yes, we are here to learn. About life! Trying new experiences! So, loosen up. Now let me see, if I’m not mistaken, my old sorority house was—“

Wave and jog over to the pair. “Hey! Couldn’t help but overhear you guys needing a tour guide. Lucky for you, I’m the best guide on campus, and unlike your other guide, I can show you a bit of both.” You have no clue where anything is but, for these women, you’d memorize the map.

“Oh, hi!” The girl with faded purple hair has a bright smile, cheeks wide. Already, her voice is saccharine sweet yet so soft. What would she look like if you fucked that ass?

What would that ass look like covered in your cum?

“Thanks, but I think we’re just gonna find our old tour guide,” the mom says.

“Him? I mean that’s fine, but we were in the same stats class last year. He failed.” You shrug. “But I would be happy to help. I can show you all around campus, bars, libraries, secret map spots.”

Yerim's mouth rounds. “Wow, he seemed so knowledgeable. That’s a shock.”

He might have been—you didn’t know. But if tossing him under the bus meant a ticket to both these women, then he’s going under.

“What do you think, mom?”

“Mom? Wow, you look stunning,” you say. Testing the waters is worth the risk with a woman as gorgeous as her.

She eyes you up and down with a methodic expression, and you can see a ghost of a smirk on her lips. Or maybe it’s your inflated ego. You’ll take the win regardless. “He already sounds better than the nerd,” she says. “And he’s a flirt too! We might have found a winner.”

“Perfect, and don’t worry, miss...” Extend your hand.

“Jo, but you can call me Haseul,” she says as her lithe hand takes yours.

“Don’t worry then, Haseul. I’d be more than happy to show you all the campus has in terms of education for your daughter, and of course, where she can learn and experience new experiences.” You give the woman a slight wink, holding her hand for a moment longer than necessary, then turn to her daughter with a grin. “What’s your name?”

“Choi Yerim,” she says as she takes your hand.

“You have a beautiful smile. You’re putting the sun to shame.” It isn’t even flattery. Her smile easily outshines yours, let alone any starlight.

“Oh, thank you!” She blushes as your fingers interlock before you pull away.

This is in the bag. “Shall we ladies?”

You turn and lead the way.

The hushed tones of the two ladies behind you aren’t hushed enough.

“Wow, Yerim. You need that lock up that dick right now because I guarantee you every woman is begging to fuck him.”

“Mom, once again, what the fuck? What would dad think?”

“Who cares?”

How cold.

Even your heart breaks a little.

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After you show off the various sculptures, the signature mismatched architecture, and the trodden paths between the busiest lecture halls, the trio of you continue to the administrative building, a worn brick building,

Yerim clasps her hands. “You guys are gonna stay here, right?”

“Yes, yes, Yerim. You have a phone too. This isn’t the same as you getting lost in the grocery store.”

“Mom!”

You tap Yerim on the wrist. “Don’t worry. We’ll be here. Remember, the ID cards are in room AT100. And you have my number now, right?”

“Yep!” Yerim heads into the building with an honest-to-goodness skip.

“When did you give her your number?” Haseul asks, tapping her feet.

Immediately, you’re on the back foot. “You, I, remember, uh, I gave it to her when she asked,” you say, yet Haseul stares past you blankly. You sit down on a nearby bench while Haseul is perfectly fine waiting on her heels. Though you try your best to think of something to say, words fail.

Haseul looks at her gem-ornamented watch and eventually considers enough time to have passed. “What do you do outside of school?”

You’re used to the typical small talk but with a sexy woman like Haseul, you want much more than a chat. And you remember her earlier words. In a suggestive tone, you say, “Oh, I have plenty of extracurriculars.”

“Such as?”

“I go to the gym plenty.”

“Me too.”

“And I’m not just going there for the sake of it.”

“Really, now?” Haseul tilts her head, but she’s no more invested in this conversation than the gears on her watch.

You push through regardless. “Mhm. It’s a good place to get my body in shape when I’m doing heavy... lifting. Working up a sweat, using my stamina. Do you get what I mean?”

“You look like you need a bit more time there, then.”

You furrow your brows. “What do you mean?”

“You probably aren't big enough. For whatever you're doing. Are you sure you could even lift a grocery bag? And I bet you wouldn’t last more than ten minutes… before tapping out.”

Words flounder when they try to escape your throat.

“Well, if you ever need a personal trainer or just a workout buddy...” Haseul looks up at you, the look on her face crushing your ego. Her eyes are sharp, her head is cocked sideways, barely looking at you as if you were some insignificant thing. “What? Does this spiel work on all women? Or just the easy sluts who don’t know what a good fuck is?”

“I, I, uh, I wasn’t trying to imply anything—“

“And now you’re st-t-tuttering. Fuck. Listen to me.” Haseul turns and gives you her full attention for the first time, squeezing your cheeks together hard. “You are way outta your fucking league, alright? My pussy would make you braindead. And I bet now you’re thinking you can hit on my daughter. You aren’t good enough for either of us. Nod if you understand.”

You nod out of obedience. This woman’s sheer cruelty has you rock hard and on autopilot.

“Good.” Haseul smacks your cheeks none too lightly, which Yerim just barely misses as she waves in the distance with her card in hand. Haseul whispers in your ear, “Now, why don’t you finish the tour and run along and find some easy slut.”

After one more tap on your cheek, Haseul returns to barely giving you the time of day.

You make eye contact with Yerim, skipping towards you.

Maybe you just will find one.

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“And that ends our tour! What did you guys think?” Keeping up your enthusiasm after that is quite the plight, but it’s a task made much easier by Yerim’s bountiful energy.

“I had a wonderful time!” Yerim pokes you on the shoulder. “You’re really fun, you know?”

“Look who’s talking. It felt like you were the one leading us around, almost running everywhere,” you say.

“Sorry, mom. Maybe you shouldn’t have worn those heels.” Yerim sticks her tongue out, and Haseul dismisses her with eyes peering off to the side.

You walk down the steps of the fountain with a sly grin on your face as you check out the two women. Haseul continues to look around the courtyard, trying to appear as disinterested as possible, but the furtive glances, the stolen looks are all you need. You’ve concluded: She’s looking to get fucked—it’s in her aloof demeanor, in her icy voice, in her pricey jewelry like fish bait. Obviously, she’s prowling for fresh cock to split her open, yet she acts as if she’s so choosy about which cock does the splitting.

It’ll be yours. Inevitable like all else. Still, Haseul drives you crazy, enough for a crazier idea to form in your head. If this bitch wants to play hard to get when she’s clearly drooling for your dick, then why not play the same game?

And who better to play the game with than her own daughter? Your imagination fills with visions of Yerim’s bright smile around your dick.

“Thank you for the tour,” Haseul says, trying to play it off and barely looking at you. “I was thinking maybe we could get something to eat. I’m starving.”

I’ve got something to eat right here. You hold that first thought back.

“Yerim,” you say, putting a hand around her shoulder, “I was wondering if maybe I can show you around a bit more? Plus, there’s a small gathering for freshmen tonight where you could meet some new friends.”

Haseul’s mouth hung in shock.

You hide a smirk knowing you’ve just rattled the lion.

Yerim’s eyes widen. “Really? I wouldn’t want to take up any more of your time. You’ve been super helpful and I’m sure you have better things to do, like a girlfriend to hang out with. Or anything other than showing me around campus and slumming it with the new crop of freshmen.” The way her voice gets higher and faster as she talks is downright adorable—you couldn’t wait to paint her ass. Even if you had a girlfriend, you wouldn’t miss this game for the world.

“Nah, don’t worry about it. I’d love nothing more.” Reflecting Yerim’s smile is so natural. “And as for a girlfriend, she actually dumped me recently, so I’ve got nothing better to do.”

“Oh my gosh, really? I’m so sorry to hear that. You seem like such a nice guy and you’re pretty cute too,” Yerim says in such a shy matter you’d think she was laying it thick and trying to fuck you herself. The thought crosses your mind: perhaps both these women are on the prowl for cock.

“Aww, thank you. So how about it? I’d love to spend the rest of the day hanging out with such a beautiful girl. Might even run into my ex and with you around me, she'll be so jealous!”

“Oh stop!” Yerim laughs, playfully smacking your arm.

“I’ll take that as a yes then?”

Yerim nods, hiding her face between her hands. “Let’s do it!”

“Awesome. And I promise, if that freshman party gets too lame, we can find our own kind of fun.” You can tell Yerim is getting used to your touch when you nudge her.

“Don’t make me promises you can’t keep,” she says. “I think I’m good here, mom. I’ll see you at home tomorrow morning?”

This whole time Haseul has been seething as she watches you flirt with her daughter. It’s not even about Yerim; it’s that you’re clearly ignoring her. Her eyes are subtle in their intensity as they narrow. She must be thinking wild thoughts—If this dumb fuck of a stud thinks he’s going to just play her like that, he’s mistaken. And her daughter? What the fuck is this fucking act she’s putting on? This cutesy, “hehe uwu” act. Yerim really thinks she’s going to fucking take this cock away from her? Think again.

You know the type well. Thoroughly well. They tend to be thoroughly rammed by your dick sooner than later.

“Sure, sweetie.” Haseul smiles, her tone hiding all the venom in her head. “Be safe! Call me if you need a ride! Don’t drink and drive!”

“Great, let's go, Yerim.” You grab her hand and start taking her along but before you leave, you stop and turn to her mother. “There’s a McDonalds around the block if you’re hungry, Haseul!”

That’s where all the sorority whores get their food after they’ve had their fill of dick for the night. You must know what it’s like. A faint trace of a smirk must show on your lips because the glare Haseul gives as you walk away, daughter in hand, is downright treacherous. You look down at Yerim’s butt that sways and enthralls like a hypnotist’s pocket watch; grabbing it right here would be perfect.

Small steps. In time, you’ll be grabbing this ass in public, and she won't flinch.

“Fucking asshole.” Haseul growls under her breath. “Is that the fucking game he wants to play? Go ahead, flaunt my daughter. Soon enough, you’ll be groveling for my pussy.”

She calms her breath and heads the other way toward her Mercedes, already concocting her revenge for this slight.

This could very well be that day where it all works out.

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The music pumps too loud, and the glass table shakes with clinking noises as the bottles rattle. A few of the sorority girls you recognize wave at you while others send you leers of utter hatred. You never knew what to expect out of them, par for the course since you don’t remember half their names.

“Who’s the one with the black hair?” Yerim asks tentatively. The woman has been sending less than friendly glances toward the two of you since you entered the party. You figure it’s because Yerim has yet to leave your side or let go of your arm as you stumble through the flocks of drunk freshmen together.

“The one with the big boobs?” you say, trying to shout past the loud music.

Yerim nods.

“Ah, that’s Eunbi. She’s probably here trying to recruit some new sorority girls. Are you thinking about joining up? We have, uh, history. I can hook you up.” You find a couple of seats and pat on the one next to you.

Yerim lets out a giggle as she sits down as well. Since you’ve spent the entire day together, she’s far more comfortable around you, easily touching you and laughing into your side. The laughter against your neck stokes warmth within you, and with a bit more pressure and section, she’d give you a hickey. She puts her head up. “Mom wants me to. She usually ends up getting what she wants.”

You nod in agreement. “She seems like the type of woman who does.”

Sure, you’re in a miniature Cold War with Haseul (though she started it), but there’s no reason to deny facts. Haseul is a woman who gets what she wants when she wants it and she’ll use any means necessary to get it. Anyone who got in her way would be removed. It shouldn’t surprise you that she acts like that; she’s a woman with taste who only wants the best. You’d just have to prove to her you belonged in high flying whore life. And it all starts—

“Do you like big tits?” Yerim asks softly and giggles.

“What?” Good thing you set down your drink; you would’ve spit it out. You glance at Yerim on your shoulder. Though she stares back at you with big innocent eyes, you catch the slightest glint of mischief in them.

“Do you like big tits? Or do you prefer big asses instead?” When Yerim echoes the question, she adds some spice to her voice.

“Well, I, uh… I mean—what makes you ask?”

Your face finds company in your palm as you stutter further. It can’t be helped. The innocent, puppy-eyed, smiley girl, the one that’s meant to be a prelude to fucking Haseul, nothing more than a conduit to get back at the arrogant woman, is now toying with you. If you weren’t careful, Yerim would foil all your plans with less effort.

Yerim places a finger on her lips. “Well, it’s just that you mentioned Eunbi has big tits. But your eyes were kinda glued to my mom's ass during the tour.”

“Ahh. That.” You scratch the back of your head and beg your brain to find some palatable excuse.

“It’s okay.” Yerim places a hand on your arm and shrugs. “I’m used to it, it’s just… I wish someone would notice my ass. I spent the beginning of the summer at the gym, doing squats. Has it paid off?” With raised brows, she gets up, turns around, and sticks her jean-clad ass in front of your face.

“Yeah.” You chuckle lightly. “You have an amazing ass.”

“Thank you!” Yerim blushes at the compliment said a bit too loudly. She takes her seat back next to you. “You haven’t answered my question yet. Do you prefer ass or tits?” This time she holds her gaze on yours, you look back at her eyes and stare, looking anywhere else just wasn't a possibility.

“What do you think?”

“Hmmm. You mentioned Eunbi had big boobs. But you also ogled my ass and my mom's ass all day.”

“Guilty as charged.”

Yerim chuckles. “I think it’s tits. I have cute ones, don’t you think? Not as big as Eunbi’s but they look good, don’t they?” She makes a show of looking down at her own tits, pushing them up between her arms to flaunt her cleavage. “What do you think?”

“Uhhhh. They look….”

“C'mon, you like them, don’t you? You aren’t going to get a taste of anything just looking at them.” Yerim pulls you closer, places her small hands above yours, and guides them to her tits. She whispers with a wide grin. “Now that’s a proper touch. What do you think?”

“Fuck Yerim, these are fucking stupendous,” you say in a haze of lust. The world around you stops as you take a moment to process just what the fuck is happening, not that anyone cares out of the waves of wasted partygoers. The only thing you care about is that Choi Yerim, this adorable girl, is telling you to feel her tits, asking if her ass looks nice.

If Yerim is like this, you stir at the thought of what Haseul would do.

“Better than Eunbi?” she asks. “They’re smaller but…”

“So fucking perky. Holy fuck, Yerim. I need you. Like now. Let’s get out of here and go back to mine.”

Her grin grows: the predator has her prey. “Hmmm, should I? You did pay attention to my mom all day and not me, and now, I let you cop a bit of a feel, and you already wanna take me back to your dorm? Is that what I should have done from the beginning? Let you grope my amazing tits right there in the courtyard?”

“I should have! Thought about grabbing that ass too and showing your mom what I’m going to do to it.”

“You like my ass, huh? It is a bit thicker than Haseul’s. My ex begged me to let him fuck it. It was fun stringing him along.” She gets up without another word, leaving you breathless.

You’re starting to feel strung along too.

Yerim approaches some random guy whose movements on the dance floor are uncoordinated. She pulls his collar and drags him towards the middle of the room to give you a better view. After Yerim bites her lip and glances at you up and down—pay attention—her bright smile returns. Though she pulls the man close enough to talk in his ear, her voice is loud enough for you to eavesdrop.

“You like my ass, huh? I saw you checking me out while giving me the tour this morning. Where did you go?” Yerim asks the bewildered dude. “What? Can't focus with that hard-on after staring at my butt? Had to ditch us to focus on your work? Here, lemme let you feel what you're missing out on.”

The barrage of questions leaves the man lost for words, yet he has even less than nothing when she turns around to grind her ass on him. Breathless, chest heaving sporadically, the poor guy is little more than a tool for her to fuck with you. Clearly, he’s never had a woman do this to him. Yet here he is, a casualty of a mere proxy war. “I-I I’m sorry. I couldn’t focus on the tour, and wow, that feels good.”

“Mhmm. I bet it does. It’s a nice ass, huh? I can see you like it. You're pretty hard right now. You must be so big.”

You scoff.

“Wow,” the whilom tour guide says with his mouth agape. “Oh my god. You’re so beautiful, and your butt is very nice.”

“Thank you, I’ve worked hard on it!” Yerim barely hides the way she rolls her eyes at the man's comments, looking over to you and mouthing “fucking virgin” before continuing with her little show.

You sit back and enjoy it for now. However, you feel a bit of jealousy and annoyance at being toyed with like this, so you’ll return the favor back to Yerim tenfold once you have the chance. Already, you imagine all the ways you’ll ruin that ass.

Yerim dances to the music, expertly swaying her hips, dropping her ass, and putting hands all over the loser's chest. She turns around and grinds on him some more while she reaches around and wraps both hands around the back of his neck to tug him forward.

All things considered, a great dancer even when drunk.

“How far would you go for me to let you have full access tonight?” Yerim asks in a sultry tone, flipping herself around to look at the man, no doubt to watch him squirm under her gaze. “I’d be your first, wouldn’t I?”

His nod is all Yerim needs. She looks at you for a split second, and the look on her face says it all: Loser.

But that isn’t what comes out of her mouth. Instead, she controls her expression as expertly as her mom. “Aww, that’s so adorable. You’d be mine too. It’d be such a cute story to tell people. Cute tour guide hooking up with the freshman he fell for!” Yerim pinches his cheek more to humiliate him than anything else. “But I’m sorry, I’m so hesitant. I just….. I don't know. I want to know if a guy is committed to me, you know?”

Fucking right. She’d spread her legs at the sight of a massive cock and still play this sweet girl act.

The man panics, wilting under the pressure of Yerim’s gaze. “I’m committed. We don’t even have to do it now. Do you want to get some late-night dinner? Or maybe go on a date sometime?”

You shake your head. This is getting pathetic. You know the type. All too well. The "nice guy." He probably "deserves" her a lot more. Only thought about her ass "respectfully."

That was once you, but the cynicism of time passing breaks the weak into strong, the strong into weak.

You should admit you're a bit tipsy too.

“Hmmm," Yerim tilts her head side to side, vacillatory. "I don’t know. How about…. Nah, never mind. I think I’m going to get going.”

Yerim is slowly pulling away, but then he snatches her hand. The poor man's overboard in thirst now. You stand up, ready to intervene until Yerim sends you a smug look.

“What if…. There’s no way you would.” Yerim has this guy between her fingers.

“No, what is it? I’ll do whatever!”

Yerim chuckles. It isn’t her usual sunshine and rainbow giggle but an arrogant, pathetic laugh. “Then... how about you get on your knees right now and kiss my ass?” Yerim’s eyes are trained on the man, scanning his face for a reaction, her every move calculated.

“I, um—here? In front of this crowd? There are too many people. Can we do it in the bathroom or outside?”

Yerim licks her lips. The red lipstick works wonders for her since the act entrances the man. “Forget it.” She turns to walk away.

“Okay. I’ll do it.”

With her back turned to him, Yerim looks at you, smirks, and mouths “too fucking easy,” before she looks expectantly at the man behind her. “Well then, get to it,” she says. The first signs of showing her true colors.

“Right, I, well—“

“Are you going to do it or not?”

He takes the first step toward her, but Yerim stops him.

“Nah, I want you to crawl from there to here.” Yerim points at the wall, where a burgeoning crowd forms, then to the floor at the center of the room where she stands. “You made me walk this far. Isn’t it only fair?”

Now that’s just cruel. Yerim isn’t even trying to hide her bitchy attitude now. Despite that, she can still pass as an innocent girl who wants someone to try for her.

But this must be the line, right? No way he gets down and crawls. Yet to your utter disbelief, in the middle of all the students clustering around, the guy gets on his knees and crawls a few feet to Yerim, then plants a kiss on her left asscheek, probably taking a long whiff as well.

The crowd reacts in a mix of laughter, shock, and insults.

“Dude, have some self-respect.”

“God, that’s so gross.”

“Man, I hope she lets you pound her tight ass until the end of time because that was fucking pathetic…”

“Why are guys so desperate? Ugh, let’s get out of here.”

You would feel bad for the man getting fucked over but watching that does nothing but make your cock rock hard at Yerim’s venom, all just to tease you and make you wait.

“So, uh, h-how about a date?” The man gets up and dusts himself off, doing his best to hide the humiliation.

“Aww, you’re so cute! I’ll think about it, alright? But hey, I gotta go!” Yerim smiles with no remorse or hint of malice as if she’d genuinely think about it. She gives his cheeks a squeeze. ”I’ll see you around.”

She turns to walk away, leaving the dude speechless and humiliated, and everyone in the room except him knows he just got played.

“What did you think?” Yerim asks you, and the smile that could put stars to shame is still there, though now all you can see is how she uses that to her advantage. She plays with the end of her hair as she raises her brows and gauges your reaction. If Yerim had some gum, she’d be chewing and blowing and popping bubbles.

So, she’s going to make this interesting.

You stand up, snake a hand behind her, and palm her ass. Gripping the flesh over the jeans, you could rip the coarse denim with one hand and take her right there to show that dude he never really stood a chance.

No words are exchanged when you pull her closer to you. Short breaths like nobody's watching. You aren’t sure who makes the first move. Maybe it’s you, having been witness to Yerim’s little show of manipulating men, or maybe it was Yerim with her beautiful eyes locked on your lips.

Regardless, in plain view of everyone, Yerim’s crimson lips mash against yours, the slight taste of apple soju blending with the taste of her cherry lip balm. Any sound besides Yerim’s slight wanting gasps fades. The gasps only intensify when you finally have enough sense to grip her ass tighter with both hands and pull her impossibly closer.

“Fuck,” she whispers as she bites down on your lower lip.

“Think he sees what we’re doing?” you ask.

“I hope so. I wanna see his face.” Yerim turns and scans the crowd. She spots the dude, tears threatening to let loose, and laughs faintly. “He’s about to cry,” she says before pulling you in for another kiss.

“He got to kiss this ass”—which you squeeze—“so it’s a good trade.”

“I’d say so,” Yerim says in a sing-song voice dripping with honey before going in for another kiss, now taking her sweet time. You explore each other’s mouths with your tongues before you withdraw, a string of spit connecting each of your lips. Yerim twirls it around her finger then sucks it down. She understands the implication to the curious crowd when she cleans the digit in her mouth and sucks till her lips are hollow, yet she beams anyway.

You can’t fathom how easily Yerim can be so cruel yet oh-so-sweet.

“Are we going to make this dude watch us make out all night? Or are we going to show me to your dorm,” Yerim gets behind your ear and whispers, “and start to fuck me?”

“I was just making sure you weren’t going to make me kiss your ass first.” You chuckle, taking her hand and walking towards the exit.

“Nope,” Yerim replies as you hit the doors. “But I do want you fuck my ass. Sounds good?”

“Good doesn’t even begin to describe it. Going to send you back home with a limp after tonight.”

You're sure Haseul will know exactly how she got the limp.

Same way she gets them.

✦✧✦✧✦✧

Snores come from the three other bedrooms. Hopefully, that means Yunho got lucky—or if not, whatever’s necessary for him to vacate your shared sleeping quarters.

“Shh.” You cover Yerim’s’ mouth as you pull away from the makeout session in the front door, a hint of alcohol shared between your tongues. “We need to be quiet, alright?”

Yerim pulls your wrist down and pouts. “Aww, really? I wanted to wake up the whole dorm, make ‘em hear me sucking your cock, just so they know.”

Though you shake your head, you don’t stop her from kneeling; instead, wet your lips in anticipation when Yerim gets closer, knee by knee. She throws her black leather jacket onto the couch. With pink nail polish bright in the dark living room, her hand undoes the zipper on your jeans, works inside, and fondles your shaft. You shudder, frozen in the middle of the living room despite the summer warmth from the weak A/C.

“Mmm, is this all for me?” Yerim’s fingers aren’t as rhetorical, jerking up-down. “Even after drinking? Seeing me humiliate that little loser really did a number on you.”

You shush her again. “Not here.”

“I think this place is perfect. Did you fuck your ex in your dorm’s communal areas too? Or did you like fucking her in your roommates’ rooms? I bet this cock made that bitch squirm.”

She's right but—“Yerim, just... oh fuck. Let’s go to my room.”

“Is that what you tell the sorority sluts?”

“Don’t act like you won’t be one of them.”

“Me?” Yerim puts a hand on her chest, faux appalled, and bats her eyelids. “I’m innocent. It’s you who’s corrupting me with thoughts of sucking cock,” she whispers.

“Fuck, you know you should stop acting like some angelic girl next door college student. You’re literally a harlot from hell.”

“Isn’t that the best part? The innocent card works for me. Filters out the little bitches that can’t handle this cunt. I’m sure this campus is full of ‘em, like the nerd. If he really wanted to fuck me, he’d have grabbed me by my hair and dragged me to the closest bathroom, then railed me right there. Hell, he should have fucked me on the dance floor. Not stutter and call me cute. I mean, what the fuck. It’s pathetic. You… you’re different.”

Yerim and her mom have a tendency to leave you speechless.

Her tone shifts back to that slow, lovely, higher pitch. “I’m not a bad girl. Oppa, I just wanna make you feel good tonight.” The woman in front of you drives you mad. Her cheery bright smile and warm attitude betray her true colors.

“God, quit talking and start sucking my cock.”

“That’s what I wanna hear.” Yerim smiles; even in the dark, it shines. She takes your cock out fully and frees it. The springing thing smacks her in her lips. “Holy fuck.”

Of course, the trap is sprung. “Hm?”

“I-I’ve never seen one this big before.”

“No need to butter me up,” you say.

However, Yerim’s mouth is still open in legitimate bewilderment.

“Don’t tell me you're going to back out now. You can’t get me hard like this and not do something about it, Yerim.” You chuckle darkly.

“I… I’m not sure it’s going to all fit.” For the first time tonight, Yerim isn’t playing around; there’s no hint of her usual flirtatious undertones. She’s just a freshman who’s never seen a cock this big and is now about to second guess begging to be plowed by it.

“Put it in your mouth,” you command. Yerim hesitates for just a split second, and you take control. You grip the back of her head and bring her nose right in front of your cock. “That’s right. Take it in.”

Yerim whiffs and whimpers. “Fuck.”

You catch her discreetly trying to use her tongue to wipe the drool from her lips. “I saw that. Drooling for a cock you say you can’t take? What’s the point in hiding it?”

“Wait, it’s too big. Wait, no, I want it, I need it, I just—I don’t know—“

You use that opening to push your cock in her mouth. The first few inches slide in without much work, but Yerim gags about midway.

To your surprise, Yerim doesn’t shove you off. Instead, she reaches behind, grips your thighs, and pushes herself even further to force the entirety down her throat. Her eyes water, her mascara runs, and her gagging and coughing vibrate your dick more as she presses on inch by challenging inch—you must be the largest she’s ever swallowed.

Nothing shatters your earth more than her devotion to devouring your length. The human reaction to gasp for air does not deter her; rather, it’s overridden by her need to prove her worthiness for a cock so big.

Pat her head. “There you go. Look at that. You’re a fucking pro. Did your mom give you tips? Is that how you bonded?”

“Shwut up abvout thwat whowe. Ahm way bettew than...”

Though her cock-mumbled speech fades, Yerim won’t quit choking when she’s so close to the root. At least, not until the lack of oxygen makes her eyes half-lidded, makes her gag out a couple inches (still plenty down her throat though.) She looks ready to pass out with a mouthful of your cock just to prove a point.

It’s admirable, the way she makes up for her clear inexperience with sheer want and horny fucking will. But alas, passing out at the beginning of a full-fledged fuckathon does nobody any good. The moon beams down a quiet light: there’s plenty more night to waste. So against every fiber of your being, yank her hair to free yourself from her lips’ grasp. Her hands on the back of your thighs resist the pull, but eventually, you extract your cock out of her warm fuckhole.

Yerim falls onto her ass with a small yelp because she loses her balance when she detaches from your shaft, counteracting forces of her resisting and you pulling.

“Holy fuck, I was so close. It’s so big, and I was so fucking close! Give that dick back.” Though she intakes air in desperate huffs, she spares a few seconds for her physical needs before animalistic desire takes her over again. With lightning speed, her mouth surrounds your dick again, this time taking it further before she gags. Her eyes bounce back and forth—your cock, your eyes, your cock, your eyes again; it’s a lot like her head that bobs up and down and resounds rhythmic slurpy wetness with each sip of your dick.

Gluck, gack. Gluck, gack. Gluck...

Yerim does not quite slide down to the hilt of your length, but she decides to suck on what she can, barely letting a few inches out at a time. Her eyes cross as she stares lovingly.

“This cock is amazing. Your ex was a stupid bitch.” Yerim salivates and splutters on your shaft. The building waterfall of spit joins the sweat on her crop-top, making her cleavage glisten—you’ll certainly fuck her tits later. Right now, some of that saliva flows down to her tight tummy.

You bundle a messy ponytail in your hand. The shades of purple work on her, though creamy white would suit her far better.

“If I was her, I’d never let this cock out of my sight. I bet you’ve got bitches lined up out this door waiting. You should tell them to go home. I’m using this thing all night.”

“You know, for someone who hasn’t even throated the full length, you sure talk a lot of shit. My ex had no problem taking—“

Any train of thought derails at once. Yerim once again forces, or tries to force, every inch of your cock, her plump cheeks hollowing. Even in her disheveled state, her smile is as bright as ever around your girth. You satisfy that smile further by gripping her hair and using her head like a sex toy.

“I’m so, so frhking cwose to the...” Yerim gargles spit and flesh as your balls slap against her chin. She pushes further, once more grabbing your thighs and using them to drive further. With her nose on your pelvis, you know she’s impossibly deep yet wants more, feeling the pressure of her hands on the back of your thighs.

With your help, with plenty of gagging and moaning—“Kweep, gh, fugking, gh, gwoing”—you finally tap the back of her throat. Yerim groans in pure joy, enjoying the moment, the base of your shaft around her lips, only for you to take it away with a backwards thrust of your hips.

She looks forlorn as if you just took away her car, her house, her favorite toy. (That last one might be true in a literal sense.) You want to pretend it’s about showing her who’s the boss, but being honest with yourself, it’s not about control; if you weren’t careful, she would have made you cum without delay. Therefore, you tug her away. Your cock exits her mouth with a loud pop, thick globs of spit dripping on your length.

“Fuck! Why did you pull me off? I was right there. I took it all!”

“Yeah, with my fucking help.”

“Again!” Yerim gets back up to pounce, but you take a step back and crook your index finger. “Seriously?”

“You want it that bad?”

She nods vigorously.

“Crawl.”

Yerim gets on her knees with little thought; getting on all fours right after is just as instinctive for her.

You stumble back as Yerim takes quick licks of your cock which leaks much precum. She backs you up further as she crawls, slowly following your cock, swinging it in her hand before she catches a grip and uses the mass of meat to smack her plump cheeks playfully. Dull thudding noises reverberate in the empty, messy room. Finally, you find yourself hitting your back on your door.

Yerim gasps as she comes face to face with your cock, a playful pout on her lips. “Nowhere to run? Boohoo.”

“I wasn’t running. Just wanted you to feel how you made that fucking loser feel at the party.”

“Please.” Yerim scoffs when you remind her about the humiliated man. “He’s lucky I let him touch me. He probably came in his pants.”

“I did see a little wet spot.”

“Pathetic.” Her tongue circles around your cock, and the soft, warm flesh licking around your shaft makes your legs buckle for just a moment. The twirls of her tongue are sloppy, but her eager drive more than makes up for it.

“Never even met that bitch before.”

Yerim looks up at you, dick on her lips. “R-really? You lied?”

“What? Don’t act like you’re innocent. Had to do anything to get that pretty mouth, urgh, right there.” You throw your head back when she tightens those lips, but you glare back down at her. “That’s right. You gonna stop sucking that dick?”

Yerim eases her mouth but takes your glossy shaft in her fingers. “Fuck no. It’s too perfect. I can barely fit a hand on...” Her breaths heavy, Yerim’s eyes blur as they admire your length, and she twists her hands up and down to familiarize herself with it further.

Your eyes must undergo the same dimming at the overloading of your most sensitive spots, but quick huffs through pursed lips return you to the world. “That’s right. Who cares what the fuck I did? Look at that cock like it’s your god. Worship it.”

Yerim runs kisses up and down, finds every inch of flesh, and trails her tongue around. “Mhmm. Tastes so fucking good. I want this so fucking much. So fucking big, I just…” she trails off, and sucks on the tip instead of talking. As she swirls around the cockhead, she sucks all your precum.

“Ah fuck, there you go. By the end of the night, I’m going to make sure you can take it all without any noise. You’re gonna need that skill since you’ll be spending a lot of time under the library tables sucking me off. Can’t have the whole library knowing I’m getting the best brain of my life, can we?”

“Mwph, nnuh-uh,” Yerim says, still sucking a few inches, but then she releases with a slurp. Heady from the head she’s giving, she becomes even more bubbly and airheaded. “We’d get kicked out before you even feed me my cum!”

“What a smart girl. Now quit teasing me and get to work. I’m not like that pussy at the party. Start sucking me off before I call up someone else.” You smack her cheek with your cock.

A sharp gasp from Yerim. She looks up at you, eyes wide. “Wh-what did you just say? After all that, you—”

“I said, get to sucking. You’ve pranced around with your two-faced attitude. A spoiled freshman who’s had everything handed to her by her bitch of a mom, and on top of that, one that plays and fucks with guys for fun. Leading people on and fucking with them for shits and giggles, probably getting wet over it, but I’m not a simp like that loser at the party. Bet you’ve never been treated like this before. You got me hard, so now you’re going to take care of it.”

This is a gamble: if Yerim decides to walk away now, your entire day will be ruined, and it’ll be back to slutty sorority girls. If it works, however, step 1 will be in motion. And all indications point to Yerim being down for this.

“Are you deaf? Get to it.”

You’re surprised anyway by her first sign of reticence. “I, uh—okay, of course, I need…” Yerim looks up with those doe eyes, but instead of its usual innocence, it’s now clouded with lust as she takes your cock with both hands and spits on it. She spits on it again. Again. “Ptoo. Just need, need to make it, make it wet.”

Now it’s soaked when she locks eyes with you and slips your erection into her mouth. Every inch, every nerve feels alive.

“Just like that. Yesss,” you hiss and grunt. Your back slips against the wooden door, and your hands search for something to hold onto—she’s about to take you on the ride of your life. Eventually, you gather yourself enough for common sense, gripping her violet hair. It looks exactly right like it’s made for this. Like it’s made to be gripped, in dark areas, in shady corners of the room, made to be looked down on as she goes to work on cock. And in the light barely there, the shades shine bright.

Sure, you’ve fucked Nayeon plenty of times here, and she was much more experienced, but Yerim would put her to shame. This moment brings you more pleasure than anything you did with your ex. Moans and gargled noises echo in the common room.

Yerim keeps up her dick-dumbed speech: “Gonna hammer this cowck intwo my moufh. Fuwck this thing into my brain, make it tap the bawck ohf my thwoat, and make an impwint wight theh—bleh, right there.”

Your roommates surely hear it, but you can’t care much either when you’re getting the head of your life from the hottest woman—well, the second hottest woman you’ve laid your eyes on. (Good thing your thoughts about her mom are private, especially when she’s giving you a blowjob.) While keeping her mouth on your cock, she gets on her feet, bends her down to get as much leverage as she can. The only points of balance for Yerim are her hands on your legs and your shaft in her throat.

You stare at her ass jiggling in her jeans as much as her face impaling itself to its deepest extent, but you stop staring and start acting: reach down to knead through the denim and earn her throat’s vibration around your cock.

“Fuck, like that, whore.”

Yerim looks up from her arched stance. A glint in her eyes.

“Should’ve known. You like that, whore?”

“Mmhkm, I love it!” Yerim inhales your cock with ease—or at least, easier than before. Practically skull fucking herself, she pushes herself as far as she can, then pulls out, spits out a stream, and goes right back in for more. Even as tears fall and black makeup streaks down her cheeks, Yerim never breaks eye contact, never loses that gleam of love for your cock.

“Goddamn. Here...” You seize control, putting pressure on her hair, using it to pull her head. “Since you're so eager to try and skullfuck this dick, I’ll show you how it’s done, slut.”

You yank her down roughly to make her kneel again, but flip her so that she’s against the door instead. Yerim staggers a bit as you drag her back to the position, knees surely scraping on the carpet. “Asshole!” Yerim exclaims, but she doesn’t have time to say much else when you embed your cock to the hilt. She coughs and gags wildly, but that doesn’t deter you, only emboldens you when it makes your cock pulsate. The back of her head flat on the door, mouth full of cock, and all you see in her eyes that meekly glance up is the burning desire for more.

“Am I an asshole? Or the man you always wanted?” You take a step back… only to ram your cock in and out at a brutal pace, hitting the back of her throat each time and leaving the imprint she wants.

With each pistoning motion, Yerim chokes, weak pathetic breaths through her nose, and you only fuck her mouth deeper. That nose is getting used to the salty spit, the sweaty musk, the overall wanton filthiness that leaves a puddle of fluids on the shared floor. The pressure has you on the edge. Each time you push, her head knocks on the door like a desperate guest. Your rapid pace must make the back of her head sore, yet the discomfort doesn’t faze her. Only small tears now.

“Fucking see that? See this bulge?” You decelerate your thrusts, leaving your leaky tip in the back of her mouth. Yerim looks down, and her eyes grow in shock while you jerk yourself through her neck. “Yeah, that’s my dick in your fucking throat. I own this shit, don’t I?”

She nods, and you pull out.

“Use your words.”

“Haah, you own this throat. Fuck me with your cock. Fuck it daily. I want this cock in my mouth when I go to sleep. Fuck me till I can’t breathe, fuck me stupid with this cock!” Yerim pleads, her eyes watering. Her tongue lays flat on the underside of your shaft as she slurps on your dick, your hand moving slightly with her head as you still have her leash—er, hair between your fingers. “Please. I love this cock. Fuck my throat, I want to feel your cum!”

“You’re doing such a good job. Hngh, take it all the way. Take it, I’m going to fucking cum soon.” You don’t apply any pressure, don’t push her head any further. Yerim does it all on her own. Though you shut your eyes, try to look away, and think of anything else to stave off the incoming burst, it’s useless. Like fighting against a rogue wave in the ocean, it’s better to let go. Pound into her mouth, rapid insertions now, as it isn’t the time anymore to go throat deep. Her fuckhole lips are a warm, slick hand to jack yourself off.

Yerim pouts on your cock when she stops feeling the shaft fully choking her, but you couldn’t care less—your pleasure comes first.

“Fuck, here it comes!” You grip her head with both hands, fuck her mouth for a few strokes, and then finally push all the way when the internal pressure spikes and bursts you open. Your cock vibrates and flexes before shooting stream after stream of unseen cum into the back of her throat. Straight to the stomach. You groan out while more semen pulses out over and over, your forehead resting on the door. “Take that, Yerim. That’s for you!”

Yerim coughs and struggles to handle the massive load. Cum leaks with bubbles of saliva from both corners of her lips.

Pulling out is difficult; her suction on your shaft is so great you struggle to yank her mouth off. You realize it’s less physics and more just plain gluttony from Yerim, before you’re able to pull her away by the hair, her head hitting the door with a thud. Your cock exits with an echoing pop.

Yerim coughs, flecks of cum flying all over the place. On her chest. On her clothes. On her belly button and abs. She wipes her tears but only spreads her mascara around more—gorgeous regardless. She wipes the mess of cum, only to clean off her fingers and gulp it back down.

Diligently, she wipes your cock with her tongue.

“You taste so good,” Yerim says, her voice wrecked from the deepthroating.

“Yeah, it shows. Ready for me to fuck you?”

“Yes! I need this inside me! Now!” Yerim is about to get up, already ready for more.

“Wait,” you say. Keep her on her knees and grab a handful of her hair and clean your spit-slathered cock with it. The lush strands feel amazing on your cock, and you instantly harden again.

“Seriously?” Though on Yerim’s face, less annoyance, more amusement.

“Seriously. I fucking own every part of you, pretty hair included. Now let’s go,” you say, opening your bedroom door. “Time to claim my next hole.”

Without objection, Yerim crawls through the open door and towards you. Hands and knees on the dirty dorm floors—if there’s any discomfort, she doesn’t show it. In fact, Yerim looks like a natural at it. Sure, the bedroom eyes make Yerim appear as the blissed-out whore she is, but her movement is anything but, slithering swift yet elegant towards you.

Your eyes flash hunger. Her stare stirs a deep fire within you. Maybe Yerim is goading you into losing your cool and fucking her right there on the dirty floor.

That, or she just likes to crawl on her knees for dick.

“Hurry the fuck up,” you say. No watch on your wrist but you point to it anyway.

“You’re the one who’s making me crawl, asshole!” Yerim snaps back.

“I never said to crawl into the room. You just assumed. Seems that’s your natural position. On your hands and knees begging for dick, zero self respect as long as a cock is pounding your holes.”

“Oh, fuck you.“ Yerim half scoffs and half chuckles, enjoying your insults more than she wants to let on. “Now let me get this cock in my fucking—mouwf.”

“Fuck! There you go! Really missed these lips.” You groan slightly and your head hangs back. Yerim’s hot, wet, filthy mouth slobbers on your cock, her tongue works magical circles around your shaft, and her hand automatically reaches up and toys with your balls as if they belong to her. You hiss. “Even a couple minutes gone has me wanting more. Just quit school. Be my blowjob doll all day.”

Yerim’s eyes waver as if she’s really considering it.

“Damn, Yerim. What a good whore.” Your hands run fingers through her hair and gently scratch her scalp to encourage her. “Enjoying yourself?”

“Mmhmm! Gonna, hah, make, ah, my throat, hgh, mold this dick,” Yerim says in quick bursts as she takes just a second to gather some air before she devours your cock again; it’s as if she hates any second her mouth wasn’t slobbering on your meat.

“I believe it. but…” Push her face into your crotch and keep her there, leaning forward, pushing all your weight on her head, and driving your cock as deep as it can go. For the first time, Yerim tries to push herself up and get some air, but the way her throat vibrates your dick makes it feel far too good—her moans and groans make it feel even better. Savor the struggle before she coughs out your shaft. You plant kisses on the top of her head and whisper in her ear, “I hope you did a good enough job fucking my cock with your mouth, making it nice and wet, because I’m planning on fucking this ass.”

“Fuck, I couldn’t breathe,” Yerim says, her expression empty. For the first time, you think that maybe your gamble might have failed, that you’ve gone too far—then her bright smile returns, the same one that greeted you. However, this time, it’s full of lust, and her face is a mess. “I fucking loved it!”

You share her smile. Yerim undoes her black jeans and pulls off her cropped shirt. In just a few seconds, she’s down to simple red bras and panties. You follow her in undress, your outfit as swiftly floor-bound.

“Spit on this one more time and bend over.” Smacking your cock on your hand, Yerim does as she’s told: she lewdly spits on your cock before she stands up and walks towards your small desk. You stand up too to lock the door, then turn around—

You never asked her to sweep aside everything on the table, tossing your laptop, books, and notes to the floor to clear the deck for her anal experience.

“Whoops,” Yerim says, her eyes taunting you when she looks back. She knows exactly what she’s doing.

It won’t stop you from paying back the blatant disrespect.

“You fucking bitch!” you bellow. Instantly, you rip her doused panties off. The snap makes her squeal. You take a lewd whiff, then toss it over your shoulder. “Fucking spoiled slut. Think your bitch mommy is going to fucking bail you out of this shit?”

“Wait a second!”

“Nah.” Your fierce, reddening smack on her ass is her only warning. You yank her by the hair and push your cockhead into her asshole, the anger driving you forward inch by inch despite the tightness of her anal entrance. You don’t completely bury your cock inside like she deserves for her little bitch move, but you do go faster than expected, shoving a few inches at a time. Through clenched teeth and seething rage, you say, “Take it. I’m not stopping.”

Yerim finds herself shouting profanity after profanity as she loses more and more of her mind to the shaft penetrating her tightest fuckhole. Her head bangs on the table, as do both of her balled-up fists. Tears come out too, but she shouts anyway: “More!”

“You stupid whore! This is supposed to be me punishing you, yet here you are, begging and groaning for more? I should pull out and stop fucking you. Now that’s a punishment for a slut like you. That might be what you actually deserve, you spoiled cunt!” You push the last few inches until your balls slap her ass.

She screams at the suddenness, the force of your tip hitting her guts.

“It’s all in. Now I should just pull out and kick you out. Let you get a taste and have you addicted and cut you off.” You do just that, slowly unsheathing yourself and making her feel every inch. Her muscles strain and her ass shifts back to keep your cock locked unto her asshole, but the further you pull away, the more difficult it gets.

“No! No! I’m sorry! I’ll buy you a new laptop! Whatever you want! Just, please… please, fuck me!” Yerim is desperate, her voice weak.

You can only scoff at the reaction. “Fuck. You really are just a dumb slut. What else will you give me?” Your erection is right on the edge of pulling out. You tease her contracting asshole by sliding your cockhead a bit back and forth, in and out.

“Anything!” Yerim turns towards you. Eyes shine with fresh tears of pleasure, and bangs stick to her head with drying cum. You smile at your work. “You can live with me at my mom’s penthouses, fuck me in every corner! Anything, just fuck me!”

At her command, you relented. An upgrade to your living situation and pussy to use at any time. You couldn’t beat that deal. You pushed inside her all the way, grunting when you bottomed out.

“More! More!”

“As you wish, Yerim.” You part your legs a bit more and plant them before you drive forward, your hips working at maximum power since every thrust is a herculean endeavor given the tautness of her ass. Each snap of your hips fully lodges your cock into Yerim and drives your desk against the flimsy wall.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

The wood splinters on the corner of your desk; the drywall it’s banging into doesn’t fare any better, cracks already forming.

“Fuck, this asshole is—grh.” Yerim’s ass keeps gripping, clinging, massaging your cock. Oh, the sheer impossibility of pulling out, the sheer need to do anything but.

“Pound my ass, pound my slutty fucking ass, my tight, needy ass! Ram it, use it, anything. Please, please.” And so the combinations of her filthy mouth repeat.

“You know who fucking desperate you sound right now? You know how much of a hungry whore you sound like, Yerim? Was this what you wanted all along? When you asked what I preferred, did you secretly hope I picked ass just so you can get time to fuck it?”

“God, yes! I was waiting for you to say ass. I would have unzipped your pants, pulled your cock out and... oh my fuck, yes, right there!” Your dick rearranging her guts seems to override her thoughts every so often. “Fuck, I would have fucked your cock right there! Instead, you made me let that fucking loser tour guide kiss my ass, act like a little simp, and plead with me to take him out!”

“Made you? You enjoyed that shit.”

“You’re right, right, I don't care! I’m just a dumb whore, an anal whore, just keep, keep fucking, harder, harder. Just don’t stop, never stop, oh god.”

Your consciousness leaves your body with the tremendous bliss that overheats your brain. Out of body, you feel your detached self burn in fatigue at the effort of your hips. You see the hole where the desk meets the wall, hear roommates shouting to keep it down—who cares. All that exists is fucking Yerim. Eventually Haseul too, but right now that arrogant woman is an afterthought.

“Yo, seriously! Shut the fuck up!”

“I’m trying to fucking sleep, asshole!

You’re rudely brought back down to the world, but worldly pleasures aren’t so bad, the tight ring lovingly hugging your girth up and down. Add more spit while some pre-cum leaks out. “Hear that, Yerim? Keep it the fuck down!”

“All I need’s this cock. Fuck them.”

You agree with her sentiments. Fuck your roommates. You aren't going to be living here much longer anyways, from the sound of things.

“Goddamn Yerim. Nayeon, my ex, didn’t even let me fucking touch her asshole until we said ‘I love you’ to each other. Yet here you are, your whole body begging for it even if you can barely take it all.” You’re impressed at how much Yerim can handle. She’s like the perfect fuck AI, learning by the second and with a body built for sex, made for pleasure.

“Fuck! What a stupid fucking bitch.” Now getting more used to the brutal assault, her holes already sculpting to your shaft, Yerim is able to form a few more coherent thoughts in between profanity. “What the fuck does ‘I love you’ have to do with a dick in your ass? Ugh, it feels too good. I couldn’t give a fuck about love as long as you fucked me just like this. Just like that, like that, yess.”

Yerim spewing such venomous words to a woman you once loved would normally make you angry, but instead it only turned you on more. You can’t deny her logic. What does love have to do with pure animalistic fucking?

Or maybe there’s a different word for the kind of love her rear entrance makes to your cock. It’s a love that pulls out the primal heat and pulses and hormones from deep within. “Yerim, I’m going to cum! You’re going to milk my fucking cock.”

“Mhmm. Cum in me. I wanna feel that strong hot jet of cum paint my asshole.”

One hand wraps around her waist while the other chokes Yerim by the neck. She gasps at the loss of air but turns her head to kiss you, lewdly licking your face as you lightly strangle her and grip her right to your body. You pick up the pace once more, not wanting to disappoint. Each thrust threatens the edge to become the fall.

Yerim’s words are slow and punctuated by gasps and squirming squeals. “Fuck me, god, choke me tight, and cum in me, I want it all, give it to me, fuck, yes, yes, cum in my ass, tight, tight, choke and fuck, more, more, hnh.”

“Seriously, shut up, bitch!”

The banging on the walls and your door keep going. High five past self for thinking about the future for once and locking the door.

“I have a test tomorrow, man, what the fuck, keep it down!”

“Oh, shut the fuck up! You guys are—fuck, oh fuck, right there!—you guys are jealous you aren’t fucking like this! Just listen and jerk off, fuck!” Yerim screams back loud enough to wake up the whole campus.

That moment is that very fall foretold. You let go. Your balls pulse, your cock screams in painful pleasure as it shoots ropes and ropes of hot cum straight into Yerim. Her jaw slack, her chest panting for air, she becomes more blissed out with each load that enters her asshole.

“Yes! Fuck, I feel so full.”

You slowly let go of Yerim, letting the broken girl fall onto the broken desk, face first. Since cum still spurts as you pull out, you aim the rest at her asscheeks, fulfilling the perfection you imagined with streaks down her thighs. Smack your cock on it and slap the soft pillows and squeeze them as if you own them.

Luckily, the shouting to “keep it down” has died down for now. Yerim is panting and huffing to gather air, hair disheveled and out of place. She turns to look at you, her smile unfading.

“Damn.” Yerim’s fingers tease between her legs, feeling her slippery pussy lips underneath the used, sticky hole.

“Damn indeed,” you echo with heavy breaths.

Yerim gets up and stumbles a tad. She whispers a “thank you” before she smooches you and holds you in a long embrace.

“You’re welcome.” It’s the first genuine moment between the two of you that isn’t full of games and sexual undertones.

Yerim looks up into your eyes parting from the kiss. Obvious lust is tinged with another emotion you can’t quite pin down. The silence draws on longer as Yerim’s hand gently caresses your chin and her lips leave reckless kisses all over your face.

In unknown territory for the time being and wanting out of it immediately, you shake your head.

“So you weren’t kidding about the penthouse? Because my roommates are about to give me so much shit.”

You only catch something in Yerim’s eyes between two blinks—a split second of disappointment, some missed hint. Puzzles aren’t your strong suit.

“We could sneak out right now. Just grab all your stuff,” Yerim says, brushing it off.

“Yo, fucking seriously?” The door rattles as if it had anger itself.

You chuckle. “Speak of the devil—“

“C’mon asshole, have some fucking respect!”

“Err, devils.” You split away from Yerim and dash across the room in a whirlwind. “I’ll get to packing.”

“Right… well, I’ll, uh—I’ll go distract them?” Yerim’s normally bright and cheery voice is missing the sunshine and rainbows in them.

“Just get some rest. I’ll handle them,” you say, patting Yerim’s head.

She gives a final weak smile and long exhalation before she flops onto the bed.

“Fuck it, I’m going in!” The door swings open, missing you by a few inches and slamming into the busted up desk. The weakest fucking locks. Good thing you’re leaving.

“Yo, what the fuck. Some privacy?” You shove him in annoyance, not caring that you’re fully nude. Ryo bumps into Allen, and both hit the side of the entrance. They stand motionless and unable to speak when they see the girl on your bed.

Your blanket barely covers Yerim who lays there passed out. Her fingers still dip into her cunt and rub it in circles, either blissfully unaware of the intrusion or knowingly enjoying it. Her hair is mixed with sweat and dried cum, chest heaving and eyes lidded. A smile on her despite being asleep.

All three of you snap out of your respective trances. When you shove them back out the door, this time the two resist. “Get the fuck out before I beat your asses. Quit looking at her. She’s fucking mine. Go find your own fucking pussy!”

After you slam the door shut (don’t bother with the locks), Yerim begins to stir a bit, so you give her a kiss on the forehead and stroke her hair.

“Really gave me a run for my money there,” you whisper.

Though packing your belongings is a rush job, you finish it in silence. Give the room a onceover, pick up any stray items, and check your backpack. Make sure your laptop—just a couple dead pixels on the screen—your Switch, and textbooks are there. Check your pockets one last time and confirm your wallet and your keys; you fish them out, remove your dorm key, and toss it aside carelessly.

Relative to anal with Yerim, not even a sweat.

Time passes when you lie next to the sleeping Yerim and watch her pretty face—who cares how much it is? It could be one minute or a whole day. The particulars aren’t for you.

But eventually, you stand up reluctantly and open the door with a sigh.

“See, I told you,” Ryo says to Allen. Neither of them seem too concerned about you.

Allen’s eyes go wide. “What, what the fuck.”

“I thought it’d be one of the usual thots, not…” Ryo mumbles. “Who is she?”

They’ve clearly been waiting outside, ready to pounce and give you a piece of their minds on your way out—that, or to get one more peek at Yerim, judging by their red faces.

“None of your beeswax. Little bee dick losers. Go and cry to the RA. I don’t give a fuck. Imma be gone before the sun’s awake.” You hold your bag up.

Allen facepalms. “Oh, so you couldn’t have waited?”

You opt to ignore the nerd and turn your attention to the stark girl prone in the mattress. “Yerim.”

She slowly stretches her limbs and opens her eyes. A hint of your cream leaks out her rear. “Wh-wha…” Yerim yawns and smiles dreamily at you. “Morning, babe.”

“Pff. Babe? Save that for when I creampie you properly," you say, and Ryo recoils in disgust. "Oh, and call a ride. ‘Cause if not, you’re giving me head in the back of an Uber.”

“You’re a fuckin’ bastard, you know that?" Allen shakes his head. "I said I have a goddamn test later today.”

“Hey boys!” Yerim waves. Shs crawls over to grab her clothes from the floor. Hands on the floor, tits hanging, perky ass shape in full display—you want to take her for anal, round two, in front of your (now ex) roommates. She makes eye contact with Allen and smirks. “He’s a bastard getting chauffeured to a luxury suite.”

“Tsk, naughty girl,” you say when she shimmies back into her underwear. “You’re gonna stain your panties with cum.”

Yerim pokes her tongue out at you before she gets up and grabs your arm. “That’s how I like it. Let’s go… daddy,” she whispers for you alone.

The two of them realize they don’t register as people in front of your eyes at all. Ryo sighs and heads back to his bedroom while Allen huffs and puffs, standing there as if he’s going to do something.

He won’t.

"The room's a fucking mess! Look at all this shit you broke! Are you gonna leave this goddamn broken desk and wall here, you piece of shit, you gotta be fucking kiddi…"

How bold the drabble. It's easy to tune him out because people like that never really get to action. His glares of righteous fury amount to nothing at the end of the day.

You walk downstairs and outside with Yerim in hand—more than in hand, you have to hold the weak-legged Yerim. Bask in the fresh dawn air.

As you wait together on the bench for the ride (some luxury black sedan apparently), Yerim’s phone rings.

“Hi, mom. Yes, I called the driver. Yes, of course I was out at a party. No, I—okay, yeah, obviously, I’ll tell you about it later, just… You mean, my condo? Yes, yes, yours, you know what I mean, the one I live at. No! Just use the other one! The one that’s two buildings over. It’s so much nicer, it has the gym with the equipment you like, and I need privacy for studying. Don’t tell me you don’t get loud too whenever you—ha, thought so. Okay, I’ll see you around.”

After Yerim hangs up, you ask, “Is this gonna be a problem?”

“Oh, not at all. I swear, she won’t even mind you living there. It’s just that if she finds out, she’s definitely gonna… Look, don’t worry about it.” Yerim squeezes your arm.

No need for that. You don’t do silly things like worry. After all, the future doesn’t exist. There’s only this tick of the clock and the next; that's all you can control.

You can't control Yerim learning over in the backseat, her mouth sloppily loud as it is wet.

You certainly cannot control the exact moment you puff up her cheeks.

So goes another second for the clock to record.

Handle the rest later.

[jettsdraft]

Damn. I’m good.

Wise/Night

Chapter 1 of Bird’s Eye View, a series by @jettsdraft and @worldsover

Choke time.

Hold it by its throat.

Let it hang from the wall to make the clock envious.

No, clocks would not tick without people like you. You’ve always understood the world like this: Life can only begin in the improvised moments; everything else, the plans that others make, is worthless. Anything that isn’t thrust upon you has someone else’s grubby little hands all over it.

This great mindset drove your every decision—screwed you over, too. But that’s just for now. One day, it’ll all work out.

This probably isn’t that day. You walk up the grand stairs to the library, treading as though each step on the white slabs was a journey itself. You’re not as awed as you once were with the campus. Those ridiculous steps are just annoying. The sun unfolds brightness and heat alike while birds chirp and crowds of people stroll across the campus garden. Looking for something, anything to do, you scan the mass.

Not the most entertaining way to end the summer, but that makes it as good as the rest of the break season. Plans of traveling with your girlfriend (now ex) Im Nayeon flew out the window: you failed an intro comp-sci course with crashing colors, and she realized you weren’t nearly as serious about the relationship as she was. You looked forward to the fuck marathon you would have with her traveling around the world more than nourishing the relationship into a lifelong commitment that could withstand any temptation.

Unfortunately, temptation is all around. As beautiful as Nayeon is, as great of a personality she has, it never translated to heart eyes and forevers, at least not with you.

So here you find yourself, retaking the class you so gallantly failed, in large part to finding your head buried between Nayeon’s legs instead of buried between textbooks.

“Oh, fuck just like that. Fuck me with your tongue! Keep that up I might squeeze your head like a melon.”

You shake your head. Ah, better days.

Making your way through the crowd, two women eclipse all others for your attention as your head whips to look at them. Some jeans cling tightly to one’s plump behind. The other steps proudly in bright red heels and a Gucci bag, every accessory screaming money.

The rich one’s glasses sit on an adorable, pointed nose, while her brown hair sits on her shoulders. Maybe she’s the older sister.

Purple dyes the long dark hair of the girl with the nice butt. Wow, you really cannot stop thinking about this girl’s ass.

Suddenly any thought of comp-sci or Nayeon, or anything else for that matter, flies out the window as you approach the two women. If an angel was on your shoulder, it would remind you that this is how you failed last time, that this is the definition of insanity. On the other hand, the devil would tell you to get to know them (just enough to get them in bed), to give in to the carnal, animalistic desire, to fuck these women, grades or degree be damned.

“Mom, what the hell? See, now we’re lost, and we can’t find our tour leader anywhere!” The one with the ass groans.

Mother and daughter? Now, things are getting interesting. Thank the gods that you failed that class, that Nayeon dumped you. You can fuck these women guilt-free (though if you were truthful with yourself, you would have fucked these women regardless.)

“Will you relax? The guys here are going to think you’re a prude! Live a little. Who cares if that nerd isn’t around to show us where to find the fifth library this campus has, or which study room has the best signal access? He probably spends his weekends shacked up in his dorm while everyone is out living life. Meanwhile, his girlfriend, if he even has one with his timid little attitude, is probably getting convinced by her friends to take shots then backshots soon after that.” The rich woman laughs airily. Somehow, her cruel yet honest words turn you on as much as her daughter’s ass.

“Okay, mom, what the hell? Not everyone is like you and Aunt Sooyoung and Aunt Jungeun! He seemed like a sweet guy. And we are here to learn."

“Yes, we are here to learn. About life! Trying new experiences! So, loosen up. Now let me see, if I’m not mistaken, my old sorority house was—“

Wave and jog over to the pair. “Hey! Couldn’t help but overhear you guys needing a tour guide. Lucky for you, I’m the best guide on campus, and unlike your other guide, I can show you a bit of both.” You have no clue where anything is but, for these women, you’d memorize the map.

“Oh, hi!” The girl with faded purple hair has a bright smile, cheeks wide. Already, her voice is saccharine sweet yet so soft. What would she look like if you fucked that ass?

What would that ass look like covered in your cum?

“Thanks, but I think we’re just gonna find our old tour guide,” the mom says.

“Him? I mean that’s fine, but we were in the same stats class last year. He failed.” You shrug. “But I would be happy to help. I can show you all around campus, bars, libraries, secret map spots.”

Yerim's mouth rounds. “Wow, he seemed so knowledgeable. That’s a shock.”

He might have been—you didn’t know. But if tossing him under the bus meant a ticket to both these women, then he’s going under.

“What do you think, mom?”

“Mom? Wow, you look stunning,” you say. Testing the waters is worth the risk with a woman as gorgeous as her.

She eyes you up and down with a methodic expression, and you can see a ghost of a smirk on her lips. Or maybe it’s your inflated ego. You’ll take the win regardless. “He already sounds better than the nerd,” she says. “And he’s a flirt too! We might have found a winner.”

“Perfect, and don’t worry, miss...” Extend your hand.

“Jo, but you can call me Haseul,” she says as her lithe hand takes yours.

“Don’t worry then, Haseul. I’d be more than happy to show you all the campus has in terms of education for your daughter, and of course, where she can learn and experience new experiences.” You give the woman a slight wink, holding her hand for a moment longer than necessary, then turn to her daughter with a grin. “What’s your name?”

“Choi Yerim,” she says as she takes your hand.

“You have a beautiful smile. You’re putting the sun to shame.” It isn’t even flattery. Her smile easily outshines yours, let alone any starlight.

“Oh, thank you!” She blushes as your fingers interlock before you pull away.

This is in the bag. “Shall we ladies?”

You turn and lead the way.

The hushed tones of the two ladies behind you aren’t hushed enough.

“Wow, Yerim. You need that lock up that dick right now because I guarantee you every woman is begging to fuck him.”

“Mom, once again, what the fuck? What would dad think?”

“Who cares?”

How cold.

Even your heart breaks a little.

✦✧✦✧✦✧

After you show off the various sculptures, the signature mismatched architecture, and the trodden paths between the busiest lecture halls, the trio of you continue to the administrative building, a worn brick building,

Yerim clasps her hands. “You guys are gonna stay here, right?”

“Yes, yes, Yerim. You have a phone too. This isn’t the same as you getting lost in the grocery store.”

“Mom!”

You tap Yerim on the wrist. “Don’t worry. We’ll be here. Remember, the ID cards are in room AT100. And you have my number now, right?”

“Yep!” Yerim heads into the building with an honest-to-goodness skip.

“When did you give her your number?” Haseul asks, tapping her feet.

Immediately, you’re on the back foot. “You, I, remember, uh, I gave it to her when she asked,” you say, yet Haseul stares past you blankly. You sit down on a nearby bench while Haseul is perfectly fine waiting on her heels. Though you try your best to think of something to say, words fail.

Haseul looks at her gem-ornamented watch and eventually considers enough time to have passed. “What do you do outside of school?”

You’re used to the typical small talk but with a sexy woman like Haseul, you want much more than a chat. And you remember her earlier words. In a suggestive tone, you say, “Oh, I have plenty of extracurriculars.”

“Such as?”

“I go to the gym plenty.”

“Me too.”

“And I’m not just going there for the sake of it.”

“Really, now?” Haseul tilts her head, but she’s no more invested in this conversation than the gears on her watch.

You push through regardless. “Mhm. It’s a good place to get my body in shape when I’m doing heavy... lifting. Working up a sweat, using my stamina. Do you get what I mean?”

“You look like you need a bit more time there, then.”

You furrow your brows. “What do you mean?”

“You probably aren't big enough. For whatever you're doing. Are you sure you could even lift a grocery bag? And I bet you wouldn’t last more than ten minutes… before tapping out.”

Words flounder when they try to escape your throat.

“Well, if you ever need a personal trainer or just a workout buddy...” Haseul looks up at you, the look on her face crushing your ego. Her eyes are sharp, her head is cocked sideways, barely looking at you as if you were some insignificant thing. “What? Does this spiel work on all women? Or just the easy sluts who don’t know what a good fuck is?”

“I, I, uh, I wasn’t trying to imply anything—“

“And now you’re st-t-tuttering. Fuck. Listen to me.” Haseul turns and gives you her full attention for the first time, squeezing your cheeks together hard. “You are way outta your fucking league, alright? My pussy would make you braindead. And I bet now you’re thinking you can hit on my daughter. You aren’t good enough for either of us. Nod if you understand.”

You nod out of obedience. This woman’s sheer cruelty has you rock hard and on autopilot.

“Good.” Haseul smacks your cheeks none too lightly, which Yerim just barely misses as she waves in the distance with her card in hand. Haseul whispers in your ear, “Now, why don’t you finish the tour and run along and find some easy slut.”

After one more tap on your cheek, Haseul returns to barely giving you the time of day.

You make eye contact with Yerim, skipping towards you.

Maybe you just will find one.

✦✧✦✧✦✧

“And that ends our tour! What did you guys think?” Keeping up your enthusiasm after that is quite the plight, but it’s a task made much easier by Yerim’s bountiful energy.

“I had a wonderful time!” Yerim pokes you on the shoulder. “You’re really fun, you know?”

“Look who’s talking. It felt like you were the one leading us around, almost running everywhere,” you say.

“Sorry, mom. Maybe you shouldn’t have worn those heels.” Yerim sticks her tongue out, and Haseul dismisses her with eyes peering off to the side.

You walk down the steps of the fountain with a sly grin on your face as you check out the two women. Haseul continues to look around the courtyard, trying to appear as disinterested as possible, but the furtive glances, the stolen looks are all you need. You’ve concluded: She’s looking to get fucked—it’s in her aloof demeanor, in her icy voice, in her pricey jewelry like fish bait. Obviously, she’s prowling for fresh cock to split her open, yet she acts as if she’s so choosy about which cock does the splitting.

It’ll be yours. Inevitable like all else. Still, Haseul drives you crazy, enough for a crazier idea to form in your head. If this bitch wants to play hard to get when she’s clearly drooling for your dick, then why not play the same game?

And who better to play the game with than her own daughter? Your imagination fills with visions of Yerim’s bright smile around your dick.

“Thank you for the tour,” Haseul says, trying to play it off and barely looking at you. “I was thinking maybe we could get something to eat. I’m starving.”

I’ve got something to eat right here. You hold that first thought back.

“Yerim,” you say, putting a hand around her shoulder, “I was wondering if maybe I can show you around a bit more? Plus, there’s a small gathering for freshmen tonight where you could meet some new friends.”

Haseul’s mouth hung in shock.

You hide a smirk knowing you’ve just rattled the lion.

Yerim’s eyes widen. “Really? I wouldn’t want to take up any more of your time. You’ve been super helpful and I’m sure you have better things to do, like a girlfriend to hang out with. Or anything other than showing me around campus and slumming it with the new crop of freshmen.” The way her voice gets higher and faster as she talks is downright adorable—you couldn’t wait to paint her ass. Even if you had a girlfriend, you wouldn’t miss this game for the world.

“Nah, don’t worry about it. I’d love nothing more.” Reflecting Yerim’s smile is so natural. “And as for a girlfriend, she actually dumped me recently, so I’ve got nothing better to do.”

“Oh my gosh, really? I’m so sorry to hear that. You seem like such a nice guy and you’re pretty cute too,” Yerim says in such a shy matter you’d think she was laying it thick and trying to fuck you herself. The thought crosses your mind: perhaps both these women are on the prowl for cock.

“Aww, thank you. So how about it? I’d love to spend the rest of the day hanging out with such a beautiful girl. Might even run into my ex and with you around me, she'll be so jealous!”

“Oh stop!” Yerim laughs, playfully smacking your arm.

“I’ll take that as a yes then?”

Yerim nods, hiding her face between her hands. “Let’s do it!”

“Awesome. And I promise, if that freshman party gets too lame, we can find our own kind of fun.” You can tell Yerim is getting used to your touch when you nudge her.

“Don’t make me promises you can’t keep,” she says. “I think I’m good here, mom. I’ll see you at home tomorrow morning?”

This whole time Haseul has been seething as she watches you flirt with her daughter. It’s not even about Yerim; it’s that you’re clearly ignoring her. Her eyes are subtle in their intensity as they narrow. She must be thinking wild thoughts—If this dumb fuck of a stud thinks he’s going to just play her like that, he’s mistaken. And her daughter? What the fuck is this fucking act she’s putting on? This cutesy, “hehe uwu” act. Yerim really thinks she’s going to fucking take this cock away from her? Think again.

You know the type well. Thoroughly well. They tend to be thoroughly rammed by your dick sooner than later.

“Sure, sweetie.” Haseul smiles, her tone hiding all the venom in her head. “Be safe! Call me if you need a ride! Don’t drink and drive!”

“Great, let's go, Yerim.” You grab her hand and start taking her along but before you leave, you stop and turn to her mother. “There’s a McDonalds around the block if you’re hungry, Haseul!”

That’s where all the sorority whores get their food after they’ve had their fill of dick for the night. You must know what it’s like. A faint trace of a smirk must show on your lips because the glare Haseul gives as you walk away, daughter in hand, is downright treacherous. You look down at Yerim’s butt that sways and enthralls like a hypnotist’s pocket watch; grabbing it right here would be perfect.

Small steps. In time, you’ll be grabbing this ass in public, and she won't flinch.

“Fucking asshole.” Haseul growls under her breath. “Is that the fucking game he wants to play? Go ahead, flaunt my daughter. Soon enough, you’ll be groveling for my pussy.”

She calms her breath and heads the other way toward her Mercedes, already concocting her revenge for this slight.

This could very well be that day where it all works out.

✦✧✦✧✦✧

The music pumps too loud, and the glass table shakes with clinking noises as the bottles rattle. A few of the sorority girls you recognize wave at you while others send you leers of utter hatred. You never knew what to expect out of them, par for the course since you don’t remember half their names.

“Who’s the one with the black hair?” Yerim asks tentatively. The woman has been sending less than friendly glances toward the two of you since you entered the party. You figure it’s because Yerim has yet to leave your side or let go of your arm as you stumble through the flocks of drunk freshmen together.

“The one with the big boobs?” you say, trying to shout past the loud music.

Yerim nods.

“Ah, that’s Eunbi. She’s probably here trying to recruit some new sorority girls. Are you thinking about joining up? We have, uh, history. I can hook you up.” You find a couple of seats and pat on the one next to you.

Yerim lets out a giggle as she sits down as well. Since you’ve spent the entire day together, she’s far more comfortable around you, easily touching you and laughing into your side. The laughter against your neck stokes warmth within you, and with a bit more pressure and section, she’d give you a hickey. She puts her head up. “Mom wants me to. She usually ends up getting what she wants.”

You nod in agreement. “She seems like the type of woman who does.”

Sure, you’re in a miniature Cold War with Haseul (though she started it), but there’s no reason to deny facts. Haseul is a woman who gets what she wants when she wants it and she’ll use any means necessary to get it. Anyone who got in her way would be removed. It shouldn’t surprise you that she acts like that; she’s a woman with taste who only wants the best. You’d just have to prove to her you belonged in high flying whore life. And it all starts—

“Do you like big tits?” Yerim asks softly and giggles.

“What?” Good thing you set down your drink; you would’ve spit it out. You glance at Yerim on your shoulder. Though she stares back at you with big innocent eyes, you catch the slightest glint of mischief in them.

“Do you like big tits? Or do you prefer big asses instead?” When Yerim echoes the question, she adds some spice to her voice.

“Well, I, uh… I mean—what makes you ask?”

Your face finds company in your palm as you stutter further. It can’t be helped. The innocent, puppy-eyed, smiley girl, the one that’s meant to be a prelude to fucking Haseul, nothing more than a conduit to get back at the arrogant woman, is now toying with you. If you weren’t careful, Yerim would foil all your plans with less effort.

Yerim places a finger on her lips. “Well, it’s just that you mentioned Eunbi has big tits. But your eyes were kinda glued to my mom's ass during the tour.”

“Ahh. That.” You scratch the back of your head and beg your brain to find some palatable excuse.

“It’s okay.” Yerim places a hand on your arm and shrugs. “I’m used to it, it’s just… I wish someone would notice my ass. I spent the beginning of the summer at the gym, doing squats. Has it paid off?” With raised brows, she gets up, turns around, and sticks her jean-clad ass in front of your face.

“Yeah.” You chuckle lightly. “You have an amazing ass.”

“Thank you!” Yerim blushes at the compliment said a bit too loudly. She takes her seat back next to you. “You haven’t answered my question yet. Do you prefer ass or tits?” This time she holds her gaze on yours, you look back at her eyes and stare, looking anywhere else just wasn't a possibility.

“What do you think?”

“Hmmm. You mentioned Eunbi had big boobs. But you also ogled my ass and my mom's ass all day.”

“Guilty as charged.”

Yerim chuckles. “I think it’s tits. I have cute ones, don’t you think? Not as big as Eunbi’s but they look good, don’t they?” She makes a show of looking down at her own tits, pushing them up between her arms to flaunt her cleavage. “What do you think?”

“Uhhhh. They look….”

“C'mon, you like them, don’t you? You aren’t going to get a taste of anything just looking at them.” Yerim pulls you closer, places her small hands above yours, and guides them to her tits. She whispers with a wide grin. “Now that’s a proper touch. What do you think?”

“Fuck Yerim, these are fucking stupendous,” you say in a haze of lust. The world around you stops as you take a moment to process just what the fuck is happening, not that anyone cares out of the waves of wasted partygoers. The only thing you care about is that Choi Yerim, this adorable girl, is telling you to feel her tits, asking if her ass looks nice.

If Yerim is like this, you stir at the thought of what Haseul would do.

“Better than Eunbi?” she asks. “They’re smaller but…”

“So fucking perky. Holy fuck, Yerim. I need you. Like now. Let’s get out of here and go back to mine.”

Her grin grows: the predator has her prey. “Hmmm, should I? You did pay attention to my mom all day and not me, and now, I let you cop a bit of a feel, and you already wanna take me back to your dorm? Is that what I should have done from the beginning? Let you grope my amazing tits right there in the courtyard?”

“I should have! Thought about grabbing that ass too and showing your mom what I’m going to do to it.”

“You like my ass, huh? It is a bit thicker than Haseul’s. My ex begged me to let him fuck it. It was fun stringing him along.” She gets up without another word, leaving you breathless.

You’re starting to feel strung along too.

Yerim approaches some random guy whose movements on the dance floor are uncoordinated. She pulls his collar and drags him towards the middle of the room to give you a better view. After Yerim bites her lip and glances at you up and down—pay attention—her bright smile returns. Though she pulls the man close enough to talk in his ear, her voice is loud enough for you to eavesdrop.

“You like my ass, huh? I saw you checking me out while giving me the tour this morning. Where did you go?” Yerim asks the bewildered dude. “What? Can't focus with that hard-on after staring at my butt? Had to ditch us to focus on your work? Here, lemme let you feel what you're missing out on.”

The barrage of questions leaves the man lost for words, yet he has even less than nothing when she turns around to grind her ass on him. Breathless, chest heaving sporadically, the poor guy is little more than a tool for her to fuck with you. Clearly, he’s never had a woman do this to him. Yet here he is, a casualty of a mere proxy war. “I-I I’m sorry. I couldn’t focus on the tour, and wow, that feels good.”

“Mhmm. I bet it does. It’s a nice ass, huh? I can see you like it. You're pretty hard right now. You must be so big.”

You scoff.

“Wow,” the whilom tour guide says with his mouth agape. “Oh my god. You’re so beautiful, and your butt is very nice.”

“Thank you, I’ve worked hard on it!” Yerim barely hides the way she rolls her eyes at the man's comments, looking over to you and mouthing “fucking virgin” before continuing with her little show.

You sit back and enjoy it for now. However, you feel a bit of jealousy and annoyance at being toyed with like this, so you’ll return the favor back to Yerim tenfold once you have the chance. Already, you imagine all the ways you’ll ruin that ass.

Yerim dances to the music, expertly swaying her hips, dropping her ass, and putting hands all over the loser's chest. She turns around and grinds on him some more while she reaches around and wraps both hands around the back of his neck to tug him forward.

All things considered, a great dancer even when drunk.

“How far would you go for me to let you have full access tonight?” Yerim asks in a sultry tone, flipping herself around to look at the man, no doubt to watch him squirm under her gaze. “I’d be your first, wouldn’t I?”

His nod is all Yerim needs. She looks at you for a split second, and the look on her face says it all: Loser.

But that isn’t what comes out of her mouth. Instead, she controls her expression as expertly as her mom. “Aww, that’s so adorable. You’d be mine too. It’d be such a cute story to tell people. Cute tour guide hooking up with the freshman he fell for!” Yerim pinches his cheek more to humiliate him than anything else. “But I’m sorry, I’m so hesitant. I just….. I don't know. I want to know if a guy is committed to me, you know?”

Fucking right. She’d spread her legs at the sight of a massive cock and still play this sweet girl act.

The man panics, wilting under the pressure of Yerim’s gaze. “I’m committed. We don’t even have to do it now. Do you want to get some late-night dinner? Or maybe go on a date sometime?”

You shake your head. This is getting pathetic. You know the type. All too well. The "nice guy." He probably "deserves" her a lot more. Only thought about her ass "respectfully."

That was once you, but the cynicism of time passing breaks the weak into strong, the strong into weak.

You should admit you're a bit tipsy too.

“Hmmm," Yerim tilts her head side to side, vacillatory. "I don’t know. How about…. Nah, never mind. I think I’m going to get going.”

Yerim is slowly pulling away, but then he snatches her hand. The poor man's overboard in thirst now. You stand up, ready to intervene until Yerim sends you a smug look.

“What if…. There’s no way you would.” Yerim has this guy between her fingers.

“No, what is it? I’ll do whatever!”

Yerim chuckles. It isn’t her usual sunshine and rainbow giggle but an arrogant, pathetic laugh. “Then... how about you get on your knees right now and kiss my ass?” Yerim’s eyes are trained on the man, scanning his face for a reaction, her every move calculated.

“I, um—here? In front of this crowd? There are too many people. Can we do it in the bathroom or outside?”

Yerim licks her lips. The red lipstick works wonders for her since the act entrances the man. “Forget it.” She turns to walk away.

“Okay. I’ll do it.”

With her back turned to him, Yerim looks at you, smirks, and mouths “too fucking easy,” before she looks expectantly at the man behind her. “Well then, get to it,” she says. The first signs of showing her true colors.

“Right, I, well—“

“Are you going to do it or not?”

He takes the first step toward her, but Yerim stops him.

“Nah, I want you to crawl from there to here.” Yerim points at the wall, where a burgeoning crowd forms, then to the floor at the center of the room where she stands. “You made me walk this far. Isn’t it only fair?”

Now that’s just cruel. Yerim isn’t even trying to hide her bitchy attitude now. Despite that, she can still pass as an innocent girl who wants someone to try for her.

But this must be the line, right? No way he gets down and crawls. Yet to your utter disbelief, in the middle of all the students clustering around, the guy gets on his knees and crawls a few feet to Yerim, then plants a kiss on her left asscheek, probably taking a long whiff as well.

The crowd reacts in a mix of laughter, shock, and insults.

“Dude, have some self-respect.”

“God, that’s so gross.”

“Man, I hope she lets you pound her tight ass until the end of time because that was fucking pathetic…”

“Why are guys so desperate? Ugh, let’s get out of here.”

You would feel bad for the man getting fucked over but watching that does nothing but make your cock rock hard at Yerim’s venom, all just to tease you and make you wait.

“So, uh, h-how about a date?” The man gets up and dusts himself off, doing his best to hide the humiliation.

“Aww, you’re so cute! I’ll think about it, alright? But hey, I gotta go!” Yerim smiles with no remorse or hint of malice as if she’d genuinely think about it. She gives his cheeks a squeeze. ”I’ll see you around.”

She turns to walk away, leaving the dude speechless and humiliated, and everyone in the room except him knows he just got played.

“What did you think?” Yerim asks you, and the smile that could put stars to shame is still there, though now all you can see is how she uses that to her advantage. She plays with the end of her hair as she raises her brows and gauges your reaction. If Yerim had some gum, she’d be chewing and blowing and popping bubbles.

So, she’s going to make this interesting.

You stand up, snake a hand behind her, and palm her ass. Gripping the flesh over the jeans, you could rip the coarse denim with one hand and take her right there to show that dude he never really stood a chance.

No words are exchanged when you pull her closer to you. Short breaths like nobody's watching. You aren’t sure who makes the first move. Maybe it’s you, having been witness to Yerim’s little show of manipulating men, or maybe it was Yerim with her beautiful eyes locked on your lips.

Regardless, in plain view of everyone, Yerim’s crimson lips mash against yours, the slight taste of apple soju blending with the taste of her cherry lip balm. Any sound besides Yerim’s slight wanting gasps fades. The gasps only intensify when you finally have enough sense to grip her ass tighter with both hands and pull her impossibly closer.

“Fuck,” she whispers as she bites down on your lower lip.

“Think he sees what we’re doing?” you ask.

“I hope so. I wanna see his face.” Yerim turns and scans the crowd. She spots the dude, tears threatening to let loose, and laughs faintly. “He’s about to cry,” she says before pulling you in for another kiss.

“He got to kiss this ass”—which you squeeze—“so it’s a good trade.”

“I’d say so,” Yerim says in a sing-song voice dripping with honey before going in for another kiss, now taking her sweet time. You explore each other’s mouths with your tongues before you withdraw, a string of spit connecting each of your lips. Yerim twirls it around her finger then sucks it down. She understands the implication to the curious crowd when she cleans the digit in her mouth and sucks till her lips are hollow, yet she beams anyway.

You can’t fathom how easily Yerim can be so cruel yet oh-so-sweet.

“Are we going to make this dude watch us make out all night? Or are we going to show me to your dorm,” Yerim gets behind your ear and whispers, “and start to fuck me?”

“I was just making sure you weren’t going to make me kiss your ass first.” You chuckle, taking her hand and walking towards the exit.

“Nope,” Yerim replies as you hit the doors. “But I do want you fuck my ass. Sounds good?”

“Good doesn’t even begin to describe it. Going to send you back home with a limp after tonight.”

You're sure Haseul will know exactly how she got the limp.

Same way she gets them.

✦✧✦✧✦✧

Snores come from the three other bedrooms. Hopefully, that means Yunho got lucky—or if not, whatever’s necessary for him to vacate your shared sleeping quarters.

“Shh.” You cover Yerim’s’ mouth as you pull away from the makeout session in the front door, a hint of alcohol shared between your tongues. “We need to be quiet, alright?”

Yerim pulls your wrist down and pouts. “Aww, really? I wanted to wake up the whole dorm, make ‘em hear me sucking your cock, just so they know.”

Though you shake your head, you don’t stop her from kneeling; instead, wet your lips in anticipation when Yerim gets closer, knee by knee. She throws her black leather jacket onto the couch. With pink nail polish bright in the dark living room, her hand undoes the zipper on your jeans, works inside, and fondles your shaft. You shudder, frozen in the middle of the living room despite the summer warmth from the weak A/C.

“Mmm, is this all for me?” Yerim’s fingers aren’t as rhetorical, jerking up-down. “Even after drinking? Seeing me humiliate that little loser really did a number on you.”

You shush her again. “Not here.”

“I think this place is perfect. Did you fuck your ex in your dorm’s communal areas too? Or did you like fucking her in your roommates’ rooms? I bet this cock made that bitch squirm.”

She's right but—“Yerim, just... oh fuck. Let’s go to my room.”

“Is that what you tell the sorority sluts?”

“Don’t act like you won’t be one of them.”

“Me?” Yerim puts a hand on her chest, faux appalled, and bats her eyelids. “I’m innocent. It’s you who’s corrupting me with thoughts of sucking cock,” she whispers.

“Fuck, you know you should stop acting like some angelic girl next door college student. You’re literally a harlot from hell.”

“Isn’t that the best part? The innocent card works for me. Filters out the little bitches that can’t handle this cunt. I’m sure this campus is full of ‘em, like the nerd. If he really wanted to fuck me, he’d have grabbed me by my hair and dragged me to the closest bathroom, then railed me right there. Hell, he should have fucked me on the dance floor. Not stutter and call me cute. I mean, what the fuck. It’s pathetic. You… you’re different.”

Yerim and her mom have a tendency to leave you speechless.

Her tone shifts back to that slow, lovely, higher pitch. “I’m not a bad girl. Oppa, I just wanna make you feel good tonight.” The woman in front of you drives you mad. Her cheery bright smile and warm attitude betray her true colors.

“God, quit talking and start sucking my cock.”

“That’s what I wanna hear.” Yerim smiles; even in the dark, it shines. She takes your cock out fully and frees it. The springing thing smacks her in her lips. “Holy fuck.”

Of course, the trap is sprung. “Hm?”

“I-I’ve never seen one this big before.”

“No need to butter me up,” you say.

However, Yerim’s mouth is still open in legitimate bewilderment.

“Don’t tell me you're going to back out now. You can’t get me hard like this and not do something about it, Yerim.” You chuckle darkly.

“I… I’m not sure it’s going to all fit.” For the first time tonight, Yerim isn’t playing around; there’s no hint of her usual flirtatious undertones. She’s just a freshman who’s never seen a cock this big and is now about to second guess begging to be plowed by it.

“Put it in your mouth,” you command. Yerim hesitates for just a split second, and you take control. You grip the back of her head and bring her nose right in front of your cock. “That’s right. Take it in.”

Yerim whiffs and whimpers. “Fuck.”

You catch her discreetly trying to use her tongue to wipe the drool from her lips. “I saw that. Drooling for a cock you say you can’t take? What’s the point in hiding it?”

“Wait, it’s too big. Wait, no, I want it, I need it, I just—I don’t know—“

You use that opening to push your cock in her mouth. The first few inches slide in without much work, but Yerim gags about midway.

To your surprise, Yerim doesn’t shove you off. Instead, she reaches behind, grips your thighs, and pushes herself even further to force the entirety down her throat. Her eyes water, her mascara runs, and her gagging and coughing vibrate your dick more as she presses on inch by challenging inch—you must be the largest she’s ever swallowed.

Nothing shatters your earth more than her devotion to devouring your length. The human reaction to gasp for air does not deter her; rather, it’s overridden by her need to prove her worthiness for a cock so big.

Pat her head. “There you go. Look at that. You’re a fucking pro. Did your mom give you tips? Is that how you bonded?”

“Shwut up abvout thwat whowe. Ahm way bettew than...”

Though her cock-mumbled speech fades, Yerim won’t quit choking when she’s so close to the root. At least, not until the lack of oxygen makes her eyes half-lidded, makes her gag out a couple inches (still plenty down her throat though.) She looks ready to pass out with a mouthful of your cock just to prove a point.

It’s admirable, the way she makes up for her clear inexperience with sheer want and horny fucking will. But alas, passing out at the beginning of a full-fledged fuckathon does nobody any good. The moon beams down a quiet light: there’s plenty more night to waste. So against every fiber of your being, yank her hair to free yourself from her lips’ grasp. Her hands on the back of your thighs resist the pull, but eventually, you extract your cock out of her warm fuckhole.

Yerim falls onto her ass with a small yelp because she loses her balance when she detaches from your shaft, counteracting forces of her resisting and you pulling.

“Holy fuck, I was so close. It’s so big, and I was so fucking close! Give that dick back.” Though she intakes air in desperate huffs, she spares a few seconds for her physical needs before animalistic desire takes her over again. With lightning speed, her mouth surrounds your dick again, this time taking it further before she gags. Her eyes bounce back and forth—your cock, your eyes, your cock, your eyes again; it’s a lot like her head that bobs up and down and resounds rhythmic slurpy wetness with each sip of your dick.

Gluck, gack. Gluck, gack. Gluck...

Yerim does not quite slide down to the hilt of your length, but she decides to suck on what she can, barely letting a few inches out at a time. Her eyes cross as she stares lovingly.

“This cock is amazing. Your ex was a stupid bitch.” Yerim salivates and splutters on your shaft. The building waterfall of spit joins the sweat on her crop-top, making her cleavage glisten—you’ll certainly fuck her tits later. Right now, some of that saliva flows down to her tight tummy.

You bundle a messy ponytail in your hand. The shades of purple work on her, though creamy white would suit her far better.

“If I was her, I’d never let this cock out of my sight. I bet you’ve got bitches lined up out this door waiting. You should tell them to go home. I’m using this thing all night.”

“You know, for someone who hasn’t even throated the full length, you sure talk a lot of shit. My ex had no problem taking—“

Any train of thought derails at once. Yerim once again forces, or tries to force, every inch of your cock, her plump cheeks hollowing. Even in her disheveled state, her smile is as bright as ever around your girth. You satisfy that smile further by gripping her hair and using her head like a sex toy.

“I’m so, so frhking cwose to the...” Yerim gargles spit and flesh as your balls slap against her chin. She pushes further, once more grabbing your thighs and using them to drive further. With her nose on your pelvis, you know she’s impossibly deep yet wants more, feeling the pressure of her hands on the back of your thighs.

With your help, with plenty of gagging and moaning—“Kweep, gh, fugking, gh, gwoing”—you finally tap the back of her throat. Yerim groans in pure joy, enjoying the moment, the base of your shaft around her lips, only for you to take it away with a backwards thrust of your hips.

She looks forlorn as if you just took away her car, her house, her favorite toy. (That last one might be true in a literal sense.) You want to pretend it’s about showing her who’s the boss, but being honest with yourself, it’s not about control; if you weren’t careful, she would have made you cum without delay. Therefore, you tug her away. Your cock exits her mouth with a loud pop, thick globs of spit dripping on your length.

“Fuck! Why did you pull me off? I was right there. I took it all!”

“Yeah, with my fucking help.”

“Again!” Yerim gets back up to pounce, but you take a step back and crook your index finger. “Seriously?”

“You want it that bad?”

She nods vigorously.

“Crawl.”

Yerim gets on her knees with little thought; getting on all fours right after is just as instinctive for her.

You stumble back as Yerim takes quick licks of your cock which leaks much precum. She backs you up further as she crawls, slowly following your cock, swinging it in her hand before she catches a grip and uses the mass of meat to smack her plump cheeks playfully. Dull thudding noises reverberate in the empty, messy room. Finally, you find yourself hitting your back on your door.

Yerim gasps as she comes face to face with your cock, a playful pout on her lips. “Nowhere to run? Boohoo.”

“I wasn’t running. Just wanted you to feel how you made that fucking loser feel at the party.”

“Please.” Yerim scoffs when you remind her about the humiliated man. “He’s lucky I let him touch me. He probably came in his pants.”

“I did see a little wet spot.”

“Pathetic.” Her tongue circles around your cock, and the soft, warm flesh licking around your shaft makes your legs buckle for just a moment. The twirls of her tongue are sloppy, but her eager drive more than makes up for it.

“Never even met that bitch before.”

Yerim looks up at you, dick on her lips. “R-really? You lied?”

“What? Don’t act like you’re innocent. Had to do anything to get that pretty mouth, urgh, right there.” You throw your head back when she tightens those lips, but you glare back down at her. “That’s right. You gonna stop sucking that dick?”

Yerim eases her mouth but takes your glossy shaft in her fingers. “Fuck no. It’s too perfect. I can barely fit a hand on...” Her breaths heavy, Yerim’s eyes blur as they admire your length, and she twists her hands up and down to familiarize herself with it further.

Your eyes must undergo the same dimming at the overloading of your most sensitive spots, but quick huffs through pursed lips return you to the world. “That’s right. Who cares what the fuck I did? Look at that cock like it’s your god. Worship it.”

Yerim runs kisses up and down, finds every inch of flesh, and trails her tongue around. “Mhmm. Tastes so fucking good. I want this so fucking much. So fucking big, I just…” she trails off, and sucks on the tip instead of talking. As she swirls around the cockhead, she sucks all your precum.

“Ah fuck, there you go. By the end of the night, I’m going to make sure you can take it all without any noise. You’re gonna need that skill since you’ll be spending a lot of time under the library tables sucking me off. Can’t have the whole library knowing I’m getting the best brain of my life, can we?”

“Mwph, nnuh-uh,” Yerim says, still sucking a few inches, but then she releases with a slurp. Heady from the head she’s giving, she becomes even more bubbly and airheaded. “We’d get kicked out before you even feed me my cum!”

“What a smart girl. Now quit teasing me and get to work. I’m not like that pussy at the party. Start sucking me off before I call up someone else.” You smack her cheek with your cock.

A sharp gasp from Yerim. She looks up at you, eyes wide. “Wh-what did you just say? After all that, you—”

“I said, get to sucking. You’ve pranced around with your two-faced attitude. A spoiled freshman who’s had everything handed to her by her bitch of a mom, and on top of that, one that plays and fucks with guys for fun. Leading people on and fucking with them for shits and giggles, probably getting wet over it, but I’m not a simp like that loser at the party. Bet you’ve never been treated like this before. You got me hard, so now you’re going to take care of it.”

This is a gamble: if Yerim decides to walk away now, your entire day will be ruined, and it’ll be back to slutty sorority girls. If it works, however, step 1 will be in motion. And all indications point to Yerim being down for this.

“Are you deaf? Get to it.”

You’re surprised anyway by her first sign of reticence. “I, uh—okay, of course, I need…” Yerim looks up with those doe eyes, but instead of its usual innocence, it’s now clouded with lust as she takes your cock with both hands and spits on it. She spits on it again. Again. “Ptoo. Just need, need to make it, make it wet.”

Now it’s soaked when she locks eyes with you and slips your erection into her mouth. Every inch, every nerve feels alive.

“Just like that. Yesss,” you hiss and grunt. Your back slips against the wooden door, and your hands search for something to hold onto—she’s about to take you on the ride of your life. Eventually, you gather yourself enough for common sense, gripping her violet hair. It looks exactly right like it’s made for this. Like it’s made to be gripped, in dark areas, in shady corners of the room, made to be looked down on as she goes to work on cock. And in the light barely there, the shades shine bright.

Sure, you’ve fucked Nayeon plenty of times here, and she was much more experienced, but Yerim would put her to shame. This moment brings you more pleasure than anything you did with your ex. Moans and gargled noises echo in the common room.

Yerim keeps up her dick-dumbed speech: “Gonna hammer this cowck intwo my moufh. Fuwck this thing into my brain, make it tap the bawck ohf my thwoat, and make an impwint wight theh—bleh, right there.”

Your roommates surely hear it, but you can’t care much either when you’re getting the head of your life from the hottest woman—well, the second hottest woman you’ve laid your eyes on. (Good thing your thoughts about her mom are private, especially when she’s giving you a blowjob.) While keeping her mouth on your cock, she gets on her feet, bends her down to get as much leverage as she can. The only points of balance for Yerim are her hands on your legs and your shaft in her throat.

You stare at her ass jiggling in her jeans as much as her face impaling itself to its deepest extent, but you stop staring and start acting: reach down to knead through the denim and earn her throat’s vibration around your cock.

“Fuck, like that, whore.”

Yerim looks up from her arched stance. A glint in her eyes.

“Should’ve known. You like that, whore?”

“Mmhkm, I love it!” Yerim inhales your cock with ease—or at least, easier than before. Practically skull fucking herself, she pushes herself as far as she can, then pulls out, spits out a stream, and goes right back in for more. Even as tears fall and black makeup streaks down her cheeks, Yerim never breaks eye contact, never loses that gleam of love for your cock.

“Goddamn. Here...” You seize control, putting pressure on her hair, using it to pull her head. “Since you're so eager to try and skullfuck this dick, I’ll show you how it’s done, slut.”

You yank her down roughly to make her kneel again, but flip her so that she’s against the door instead. Yerim staggers a bit as you drag her back to the position, knees surely scraping on the carpet. “Asshole!” Yerim exclaims, but she doesn’t have time to say much else when you embed your cock to the hilt. She coughs and gags wildly, but that doesn’t deter you, only emboldens you when it makes your cock pulsate. The back of her head flat on the door, mouth full of cock, and all you see in her eyes that meekly glance up is the burning desire for more.

“Am I an asshole? Or the man you always wanted?” You take a step back… only to ram your cock in and out at a brutal pace, hitting the back of her throat each time and leaving the imprint she wants.

With each pistoning motion, Yerim chokes, weak pathetic breaths through her nose, and you only fuck her mouth deeper. That nose is getting used to the salty spit, the sweaty musk, the overall wanton filthiness that leaves a puddle of fluids on the shared floor. The pressure has you on the edge. Each time you push, her head knocks on the door like a desperate guest. Your rapid pace must make the back of her head sore, yet the discomfort doesn’t faze her. Only small tears now.

“Fucking see that? See this bulge?” You decelerate your thrusts, leaving your leaky tip in the back of her mouth. Yerim looks down, and her eyes grow in shock while you jerk yourself through her neck. “Yeah, that’s my dick in your fucking throat. I own this shit, don’t I?”

She nods, and you pull out.

“Use your words.”

“Haah, you own this throat. Fuck me with your cock. Fuck it daily. I want this cock in my mouth when I go to sleep. Fuck me till I can’t breathe, fuck me stupid with this cock!” Yerim pleads, her eyes watering. Her tongue lays flat on the underside of your shaft as she slurps on your dick, your hand moving slightly with her head as you still have her leash—er, hair between your fingers. “Please. I love this cock. Fuck my throat, I want to feel your cum!”

“You’re doing such a good job. Hngh, take it all the way. Take it, I’m going to fucking cum soon.” You don’t apply any pressure, don’t push her head any further. Yerim does it all on her own. Though you shut your eyes, try to look away, and think of anything else to stave off the incoming burst, it’s useless. Like fighting against a rogue wave in the ocean, it’s better to let go. Pound into her mouth, rapid insertions now, as it isn’t the time anymore to go throat deep. Her fuckhole lips are a warm, slick hand to jack yourself off.

Yerim pouts on your cock when she stops feeling the shaft fully choking her, but you couldn’t care less—your pleasure comes first.

“Fuck, here it comes!” You grip her head with both hands, fuck her mouth for a few strokes, and then finally push all the way when the internal pressure spikes and bursts you open. Your cock vibrates and flexes before shooting stream after stream of unseen cum into the back of her throat. Straight to the stomach. You groan out while more semen pulses out over and over, your forehead resting on the door. “Take that, Yerim. That’s for you!”

Yerim coughs and struggles to handle the massive load. Cum leaks with bubbles of saliva from both corners of her lips.

Pulling out is difficult; her suction on your shaft is so great you struggle to yank her mouth off. You realize it’s less physics and more just plain gluttony from Yerim, before you’re able to pull her away by the hair, her head hitting the door with a thud. Your cock exits with an echoing pop.

Yerim coughs, flecks of cum flying all over the place. On her chest. On her clothes. On her belly button and abs. She wipes her tears but only spreads her mascara around more—gorgeous regardless. She wipes the mess of cum, only to clean off her fingers and gulp it back down.

Diligently, she wipes your cock with her tongue.

“You taste so good,” Yerim says, her voice wrecked from the deepthroating.

“Yeah, it shows. Ready for me to fuck you?”

“Yes! I need this inside me! Now!” Yerim is about to get up, already ready for more.

“Wait,” you say. Keep her on her knees and grab a handful of her hair and clean your spit-slathered cock with it. The lush strands feel amazing on your cock, and you instantly harden again.

“Seriously?” Though on Yerim’s face, less annoyance, more amusement.

“Seriously. I fucking own every part of you, pretty hair included. Now let’s go,” you say, opening your bedroom door. “Time to claim my next hole.”

Without objection, Yerim crawls through the open door and towards you. Hands and knees on the dirty dorm floors—if there’s any discomfort, she doesn’t show it. In fact, Yerim looks like a natural at it. Sure, the bedroom eyes make Yerim appear as the blissed-out whore she is, but her movement is anything but, slithering swift yet elegant towards you.

Your eyes flash hunger. Her stare stirs a deep fire within you. Maybe Yerim is goading you into losing your cool and fucking her right there on the dirty floor.

That, or she just likes to crawl on her knees for dick.

“Hurry the fuck up,” you say. No watch on your wrist but you point to it anyway.

“You’re the one who’s making me crawl, asshole!” Yerim snaps back.

“I never said to crawl into the room. You just assumed. Seems that’s your natural position. On your hands and knees begging for dick, zero self respect as long as a cock is pounding your holes.”

“Oh, fuck you.“ Yerim half scoffs and half chuckles, enjoying your insults more than she wants to let on. “Now let me get this cock in my fucking—mouwf.”

“Fuck! There you go! Really missed these lips.” You groan slightly and your head hangs back. Yerim’s hot, wet, filthy mouth slobbers on your cock, her tongue works magical circles around your shaft, and her hand automatically reaches up and toys with your balls as if they belong to her. You hiss. “Even a couple minutes gone has me wanting more. Just quit school. Be my blowjob doll all day.”

Yerim’s eyes waver as if she’s really considering it.

“Damn, Yerim. What a good whore.” Your hands run fingers through her hair and gently scratch her scalp to encourage her. “Enjoying yourself?”

“Mmhmm! Gonna, hah, make, ah, my throat, hgh, mold this dick,” Yerim says in quick bursts as she takes just a second to gather some air before she devours your cock again; it’s as if she hates any second her mouth wasn’t slobbering on your meat.

“I believe it. but…” Push her face into your crotch and keep her there, leaning forward, pushing all your weight on her head, and driving your cock as deep as it can go. For the first time, Yerim tries to push herself up and get some air, but the way her throat vibrates your dick makes it feel far too good—her moans and groans make it feel even better. Savor the struggle before she coughs out your shaft. You plant kisses on the top of her head and whisper in her ear, “I hope you did a good enough job fucking my cock with your mouth, making it nice and wet, because I’m planning on fucking this ass.”

“Fuck, I couldn’t breathe,” Yerim says, her expression empty. For the first time, you think that maybe your gamble might have failed, that you’ve gone too far—then her bright smile returns, the same one that greeted you. However, this time, it’s full of lust, and her face is a mess. “I fucking loved it!”

You share her smile. Yerim undoes her black jeans and pulls off her cropped shirt. In just a few seconds, she’s down to simple red bras and panties. You follow her in undress, your outfit as swiftly floor-bound.

“Spit on this one more time and bend over.” Smacking your cock on your hand, Yerim does as she’s told: she lewdly spits on your cock before she stands up and walks towards your small desk. You stand up too to lock the door, then turn around—

You never asked her to sweep aside everything on the table, tossing your laptop, books, and notes to the floor to clear the deck for her anal experience.

“Whoops,” Yerim says, her eyes taunting you when she looks back. She knows exactly what she’s doing.

It won’t stop you from paying back the blatant disrespect.

“You fucking bitch!” you bellow. Instantly, you rip her doused panties off. The snap makes her squeal. You take a lewd whiff, then toss it over your shoulder. “Fucking spoiled slut. Think your bitch mommy is going to fucking bail you out of this shit?”

“Wait a second!”

“Nah.” Your fierce, reddening smack on her ass is her only warning. You yank her by the hair and push your cockhead into her asshole, the anger driving you forward inch by inch despite the tightness of her anal entrance. You don’t completely bury your cock inside like she deserves for her little bitch move, but you do go faster than expected, shoving a few inches at a time. Through clenched teeth and seething rage, you say, “Take it. I’m not stopping.”

Yerim finds herself shouting profanity after profanity as she loses more and more of her mind to the shaft penetrating her tightest fuckhole. Her head bangs on the table, as do both of her balled-up fists. Tears come out too, but she shouts anyway: “More!”

“You stupid whore! This is supposed to be me punishing you, yet here you are, begging and groaning for more? I should pull out and stop fucking you. Now that’s a punishment for a slut like you. That might be what you actually deserve, you spoiled cunt!” You push the last few inches until your balls slap her ass.

She screams at the suddenness, the force of your tip hitting her guts.

“It’s all in. Now I should just pull out and kick you out. Let you get a taste and have you addicted and cut you off.” You do just that, slowly unsheathing yourself and making her feel every inch. Her muscles strain and her ass shifts back to keep your cock locked unto her asshole, but the further you pull away, the more difficult it gets.

“No! No! I’m sorry! I’ll buy you a new laptop! Whatever you want! Just, please… please, fuck me!” Yerim is desperate, her voice weak.

You can only scoff at the reaction. “Fuck. You really are just a dumb slut. What else will you give me?” Your erection is right on the edge of pulling out. You tease her contracting asshole by sliding your cockhead a bit back and forth, in and out.

“Anything!” Yerim turns towards you. Eyes shine with fresh tears of pleasure, and bangs stick to her head with drying cum. You smile at your work. “You can live with me at my mom’s penthouses, fuck me in every corner! Anything, just fuck me!”

At her command, you relented. An upgrade to your living situation and pussy to use at any time. You couldn’t beat that deal. You pushed inside her all the way, grunting when you bottomed out.

“More! More!”

“As you wish, Yerim.” You part your legs a bit more and plant them before you drive forward, your hips working at maximum power since every thrust is a herculean endeavor given the tautness of her ass. Each snap of your hips fully lodges your cock into Yerim and drives your desk against the flimsy wall.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

The wood splinters on the corner of your desk; the drywall it’s banging into doesn’t fare any better, cracks already forming.

“Fuck, this asshole is—grh.” Yerim’s ass keeps gripping, clinging, massaging your cock. Oh, the sheer impossibility of pulling out, the sheer need to do anything but.

“Pound my ass, pound my slutty fucking ass, my tight, needy ass! Ram it, use it, anything. Please, please.” And so the combinations of her filthy mouth repeat.

“You know who fucking desperate you sound right now? You know how much of a hungry whore you sound like, Yerim? Was this what you wanted all along? When you asked what I preferred, did you secretly hope I picked ass just so you can get time to fuck it?”

“God, yes! I was waiting for you to say ass. I would have unzipped your pants, pulled your cock out and... oh my fuck, yes, right there!” Your dick rearranging her guts seems to override her thoughts every so often. “Fuck, I would have fucked your cock right there! Instead, you made me let that fucking loser tour guide kiss my ass, act like a little simp, and plead with me to take him out!”

“Made you? You enjoyed that shit.”

“You’re right, right, I don't care! I’m just a dumb whore, an anal whore, just keep, keep fucking, harder, harder. Just don’t stop, never stop, oh god.”

Your consciousness leaves your body with the tremendous bliss that overheats your brain. Out of body, you feel your detached self burn in fatigue at the effort of your hips. You see the hole where the desk meets the wall, hear roommates shouting to keep it down—who cares. All that exists is fucking Yerim. Eventually Haseul too, but right now that arrogant woman is an afterthought.

“Yo, seriously! Shut the fuck up!”

“I’m trying to fucking sleep, asshole!

You’re rudely brought back down to the world, but worldly pleasures aren’t so bad, the tight ring lovingly hugging your girth up and down. Add more spit while some pre-cum leaks out. “Hear that, Yerim? Keep it the fuck down!”

“All I need’s this cock. Fuck them.”

You agree with her sentiments. Fuck your roommates. You aren't going to be living here much longer anyways, from the sound of things.

“Goddamn Yerim. Nayeon, my ex, didn’t even let me fucking touch her asshole until we said ‘I love you’ to each other. Yet here you are, your whole body begging for it even if you can barely take it all.” You’re impressed at how much Yerim can handle. She’s like the perfect fuck AI, learning by the second and with a body built for sex, made for pleasure.

“Fuck! What a stupid fucking bitch.” Now getting more used to the brutal assault, her holes already sculpting to your shaft, Yerim is able to form a few more coherent thoughts in between profanity. “What the fuck does ‘I love you’ have to do with a dick in your ass? Ugh, it feels too good. I couldn’t give a fuck about love as long as you fucked me just like this. Just like that, like that, yess.”

Yerim spewing such venomous words to a woman you once loved would normally make you angry, but instead it only turned you on more. You can’t deny her logic. What does love have to do with pure animalistic fucking?

Or maybe there’s a different word for the kind of love her rear entrance makes to your cock. It’s a love that pulls out the primal heat and pulses and hormones from deep within. “Yerim, I’m going to cum! You’re going to milk my fucking cock.”

“Mhmm. Cum in me. I wanna feel that strong hot jet of cum paint my asshole.”

One hand wraps around her waist while the other chokes Yerim by the neck. She gasps at the loss of air but turns her head to kiss you, lewdly licking your face as you lightly strangle her and grip her right to your body. You pick up the pace once more, not wanting to disappoint. Each thrust threatens the edge to become the fall.

Yerim’s words are slow and punctuated by gasps and squirming squeals. “Fuck me, god, choke me tight, and cum in me, I want it all, give it to me, fuck, yes, yes, cum in my ass, tight, tight, choke and fuck, more, more, hnh.”

“Seriously, shut up, bitch!”

The banging on the walls and your door keep going. High five past self for thinking about the future for once and locking the door.

“I have a test tomorrow, man, what the fuck, keep it down!”

“Oh, shut the fuck up! You guys are—fuck, oh fuck, right there!—you guys are jealous you aren’t fucking like this! Just listen and jerk off, fuck!” Yerim screams back loud enough to wake up the whole campus.

That moment is that very fall foretold. You let go. Your balls pulse, your cock screams in painful pleasure as it shoots ropes and ropes of hot cum straight into Yerim. Her jaw slack, her chest panting for air, she becomes more blissed out with each load that enters her asshole.

“Yes! Fuck, I feel so full.”

You slowly let go of Yerim, letting the broken girl fall onto the broken desk, face first. Since cum still spurts as you pull out, you aim the rest at her asscheeks, fulfilling the perfection you imagined with streaks down her thighs. Smack your cock on it and slap the soft pillows and squeeze them as if you own them.

Luckily, the shouting to “keep it down” has died down for now. Yerim is panting and huffing to gather air, hair disheveled and out of place. She turns to look at you, her smile unfading.

“Damn.” Yerim’s fingers tease between her legs, feeling her slippery pussy lips underneath the used, sticky hole.

“Damn indeed,” you echo with heavy breaths.

Yerim gets up and stumbles a tad. She whispers a “thank you” before she smooches you and holds you in a long embrace.

“You’re welcome.” It’s the first genuine moment between the two of you that isn’t full of games and sexual undertones.

Yerim looks up into your eyes parting from the kiss. Obvious lust is tinged with another emotion you can’t quite pin down. The silence draws on longer as Yerim’s hand gently caresses your chin and her lips leave reckless kisses all over your face.

In unknown territory for the time being and wanting out of it immediately, you shake your head.

“So you weren’t kidding about the penthouse? Because my roommates are about to give me so much shit.”

You only catch something in Yerim’s eyes between two blinks—a split second of disappointment, some missed hint. Puzzles aren’t your strong suit.

“We could sneak out right now. Just grab all your stuff,” Yerim says, brushing it off.

“Yo, fucking seriously?” The door rattles as if it had anger itself.

You chuckle. “Speak of the devil—“

“C’mon asshole, have some fucking respect!”

“Err, devils.” You split away from Yerim and dash across the room in a whirlwind. “I’ll get to packing.”

“Right… well, I’ll, uh—I’ll go distract them?” Yerim’s normally bright and cheery voice is missing the sunshine and rainbows in them.

“Just get some rest. I’ll handle them,” you say, patting Yerim’s head.

She gives a final weak smile and long exhalation before she flops onto the bed.

“Fuck it, I’m going in!” The door swings open, missing you by a few inches and slamming into the busted up desk. The weakest fucking locks. Good thing you’re leaving.

“Yo, what the fuck. Some privacy?” You shove him in annoyance, not caring that you’re fully nude. Ryo bumps into Allen, and both hit the side of the entrance. They stand motionless and unable to speak when they see the girl on your bed.

Your blanket barely covers Yerim who lays there passed out. Her fingers still dip into her cunt and rub it in circles, either blissfully unaware of the intrusion or knowingly enjoying it. Her hair is mixed with sweat and dried cum, chest heaving and eyes lidded. A smile on her despite being asleep.

All three of you snap out of your respective trances. When you shove them back out the door, this time the two resist. “Get the fuck out before I beat your asses. Quit looking at her. She’s fucking mine. Go find your own fucking pussy!”

After you slam the door shut (don’t bother with the locks), Yerim begins to stir a bit, so you give her a kiss on the forehead and stroke her hair.

“Really gave me a run for my money there,” you whisper.

Though packing your belongings is a rush job, you finish it in silence. Give the room a onceover, pick up any stray items, and check your backpack. Make sure your laptop—just a couple dead pixels on the screen—your Switch, and textbooks are there. Check your pockets one last time and confirm your wallet and your keys; you fish them out, remove your dorm key, and toss it aside carelessly.

Relative to anal with Yerim, not even a sweat.

Time passes when you lie next to the sleeping Yerim and watch her pretty face—who cares how much it is? It could be one minute or a whole day. The particulars aren’t for you.

But eventually, you stand up reluctantly and open the door with a sigh.

“See, I told you,” Ryo says to Allen. Neither of them seem too concerned about you.

Allen’s eyes go wide. “What, what the fuck.”

“I thought it’d be one of the usual thots, not…” Ryo mumbles. “Who is she?”

They’ve clearly been waiting outside, ready to pounce and give you a piece of their minds on your way out—that, or to get one more peek at Yerim, judging by their red faces.

“None of your beeswax. Little bee dick losers. Go and cry to the RA. I don’t give a fuck. Imma be gone before the sun’s awake.” You hold your bag up.

Allen facepalms. “Oh, so you couldn’t have waited?”

You opt to ignore the nerd and turn your attention to the stark girl prone in the mattress. “Yerim.”

She slowly stretches her limbs and opens her eyes. A hint of your cream leaks out her rear. “Wh-wha…” Yerim yawns and smiles dreamily at you. “Morning, babe.”

“Pff. Babe? Save that for when I creampie you properly," you say, and Ryo recoils in disgust. "Oh, and call a ride. ‘Cause if not, you’re giving me head in the back of an Uber.”

“You’re a fuckin’ bastard, you know that?" Allen shakes his head. "I said I have a goddamn test later today.”

“Hey boys!” Yerim waves. Shs crawls over to grab her clothes from the floor. Hands on the floor, tits hanging, perky ass shape in full display—you want to take her for anal, round two, in front of your (now ex) roommates. She makes eye contact with Allen and smirks. “He’s a bastard getting chauffeured to a luxury suite.”

“Tsk, naughty girl,” you say when she shimmies back into her underwear. “You’re gonna stain your panties with cum.”

Yerim pokes her tongue out at you before she gets up and grabs your arm. “That’s how I like it. Let’s go… daddy,” she whispers for you alone.

The two of them realize they don’t register as people in front of your eyes at all. Ryo sighs and heads back to his bedroom while Allen huffs and puffs, standing there as if he’s going to do something.

He won’t.

"The room's a fucking mess! Look at all this shit you broke! Are you gonna leave this goddamn broken desk and wall here, you piece of shit, you gotta be fucking kiddi…"

How bold the drabble. It's easy to tune him out because people like that never really get to action. His glares of righteous fury amount to nothing at the end of the day.

You walk downstairs and outside with Yerim in hand—more than in hand, you have to hold the weak-legged Yerim. Bask in the fresh dawn air.

As you wait together on the bench for the ride (some luxury black sedan apparently), Yerim’s phone rings.

“Hi, mom. Yes, I called the driver. Yes, of course I was out at a party. No, I—okay, yeah, obviously, I’ll tell you about it later, just… You mean, my condo? Yes, yes, yours, you know what I mean, the one I live at. No! Just use the other one! The one that’s two buildings over. It’s so much nicer, it has the gym with the equipment you like, and I need privacy for studying. Don’t tell me you don’t get loud too whenever you—ha, thought so. Okay, I’ll see you around.”

After Yerim hangs up, you ask, “Is this gonna be a problem?”

“Oh, not at all. I swear, she won’t even mind you living there. It’s just that if she finds out, she’s definitely gonna… Look, don’t worry about it.” Yerim squeezes your arm.

No need for that. You don’t do silly things like worry. After all, the future doesn’t exist. There’s only this tick of the clock and the next; that's all you can control.

You can't control Yerim learning over in the backseat, her mouth sloppily loud as it is wet.

You certainly cannot control the exact moment you puff up her cheeks.

So goes another second for the clock to record.

Handle the rest later.

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Babie

yeah once again I am sorry for the yerim you see when @worldsover and I dropped the collab. we will see dark, evil Yerim

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banana in the park

wat

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post sakura

okay since u asked to nicely

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Opulent ft. Miyawaki Sakura

Tags: Femdom, Degradation, Humiliation, rich as fuck Sakura

Words - 8675

A/N - Thanks @worldsover for editing this for me and everything else you have helped me with. You are the best.

Life has taken many strange turns for you over the nine months. An initial sin of the flesh in the dirty club bathroom transformed into a lucrative job and, well, even more sinning. Who knew the woman that demanded you “fuck her like a cheap whore” was anything but that. 

After a night of non-stop fucking, where you desecrated just about every inch of your shitty apartment, she passed out in your bed, arms tangled and breath ragged as that post-sex high came to an end, and you followed soon after. 

The next day she was gone. The apartment looked as if a storm had passed through. In a way, there was one, a barrage of grunt and moans, of sweat and cum. On the nightstand lay her panties, the same ones you couldn’t get enough of lewdly sniffing. On top of it was a sleek-looking business card in pink and white. The gold font shined. 

Miyawaki Tech. 

Miyawaki Sakura. CEO

She turned out to be one of the most influential people in Asia and #1 on the Forbes 30 under 30. Her first million at 20 and a billion the following year. Her company, Miyawaki Tech, was an industry-leading company.

You nearly fainted when you found out. Then, when you turned it over, there was a hastily written note on it. 

Thanks for the fun last night. 

Call me xxx-xxxx-xxx

That morning after you recovered from the mental breakdown, you called that number. 

A simple phone call led to the wildest nine months of your life. You went from living in a shit apartment in Seoul, eating ramen daily, to a high-rise penthouse that spanned 3 floors in downtown Tokyo with a magnificent view of Tokyo Bay. However, despite the endless riches, you still ate plenty of ramen, not out of necessity this time but due to Sakura’s insatiable hunger after a long night fucking on whatever surface she demanded you fuck her on.

Life was a wild ride, and you took it in stride. 

That all leads you to this moment. 

You take a brief second to check the time. Pulling back your sleeve reveals a shining gold Rolex Bao Dai. Sakura handed you the gift after your first month of employment. You later found out the watch cost no less than 3 million conservatively, yet she tossed it to you as if it was an afterthought. 

Six in the afternoon. After you walk past your desk, you push in the large mahogany doors and enter Sakura’s office. You’ve gotten to know the spacious area well, especially the grand antique desk in the middle. Behind it, floor-to-ceiling windows overlook the Tokyo skyline. 

To your left, Sakura has every game console imaginable—even some in production—all hooked up to a flat-screen TV, plus a comfortable sofa that you’ve also been well acquainted with by now. The right side of the office leads to a bathroom and a walk-in closet as well as a bedroom for late nights at work. Sakura made sure it was used at least a few times a week. 

Finally, behind the desk is Sakura herself sporting a high ponytail hanging just below her neck.  She was wearing a modern take on a kimono, ornate flower designs swirls around the black and blue silk. Her back arches as she slumped in her chair, face contorted in annoyance, and voice just barely under her control. Her eyes cut up towards you for a split second, the beautiful large brown orbs tinged in annoyance. The look she gave you is all you need.

Sakura clicks a button on her desk, and the glass windows by her door all darken. 

That’s your cue. 

“Yes, I’m still listening. I’m just choosing to ignore everything you’ve said on account that it’s all bullshit.” Sakura growls. She pushes her chair back to let you slip in and get on your knees, then looks down and mouths “get to work” before giving you a sly grin. 

As always, you follow her orders.

Her black and blue lace panties are utterly soaked—Sakura always did get extremely horny when angry. 

You slide the panties aside and waste no time, diving straight for her soaking pussy to provide some form of relief to her ever-building stress. 

Sakura normally likes when you take your sweet time, but given her current levels of anger, that would only piss her off further. Therefore, you go straight for it, tongue expertly finding each spot you knew would make her melt. She’s barely able to hold back a moan when you lap over her clit. Your tongue takes the bundle of nerves and swirls all over it.

Her reaction is almost immediate. Sakura takes one hand and digs her nails painfully deep into the back of your head and pushes you further in, suffocating you in her wet cunt. “Go ahead! Sue me! My legal team will bury you so deep in legal fees your grandchildren will be paying it off!” 

Looking up from where you are, you can see her face contorting, from her visible rage into half-lidded eyes and a mouth that hangs slightly open. 

Sakura mouths multiple “god yes right there” and you focus on the task at hand, like the 5-star employee you are, her satisfaction over all else. Your tongue works double-time to elicit more moans. You crave to see your work reflected in her eyes and the way she’s barely able to concentrate on the conversation.

“Ah fuck,” Sakura says, barely above a whisper. She shifts in her seat and spreads her legs wider to invite you further—only for her to collapse them and grip your head tight. Her hands quickly find the speaker button, and she sets the phone onto her desk.

“As I was saying, Ms. Miyawaki, your company has stolen my...” A boring-sounding man drones on, but its background noise compared to the whimpers and moans Sakura is letting out.

“Oh yes, ahhh, shit.” 

“Excuse me?” 

“Fuck,” Sakura mutters under her breath. “Like I said. Sue, as if I could give a shit. These claims are half-assed, and—oh shit—so, go ahead. Continue this discussion with my legal team.” 

“I don’t think you understand the gravity of—”

Click. The line ends silent, Sakura’s cue to scream like a banshee. “Ahh! God, baby, you are so good at that. Your tongue is magical. I’m close, so don't you dare stop.” Sakura grips your hair tighter and clamps down harder on your head, her toned thighs putting immense pressure on you, though it translates into nothing but pleasure. “Oh fuck yessss! You—right there, yes!” 

Your tongue pushes her right over. A few more expert licks, a flick of your tongue, and Sakura comes tumbling down. You feel her fluid all around you, and her pussy clenches in on nothing as she comes down from the aftershocks of the orgasm. You lap up the excess, then kiss her down her thighs and all around.

The normally shy, reserved woman is reduced to a bumbling mess of expletives and compliments. She comes down from the high, her legs letting go, then pulls your head away from her pussy, wanting to taste herself on your lips. 

You crash your lips into hers letting yourself melt into her sweet taste. 

Sakura moans softly at her own sweetness. “Thank you. I needed that.”

“Mhmm. I’m glad I can help Ms. Miyawaki.” You trail kisses down her neck and draw another moan out of her. 

“I bet you did.” 

“I’m here to serve and pleasure you.”

Sakura chuckles, pulls you away from her, and rubs the underside of your chin. “Good boy. Now go get the car ready. We’re meeting a friend.” She taps your cheek and sends you off. 

-

“I’m leaving now. I should be there in 30 minutes,” Sakura says, the elevator dings, and you let her walk out into the parking garage first, trailing close behind her. “I’ll see you soon.”

She hangs up the phone just as you open the glass door for her, her all-black Lamborghini Urus waiting right outside.

“Who was that?” you ask while you make your way towards the car. 

A glint of mischief flashed in her eyes before she replies to you. “I don’t pay you to ask questions, do I?”

“No, ma’am.” You shake your head. So this is where the night is going. Shake your head and open the passenger side door for her. 

“I sent you the address. Drive,” Sakura orders before you can even settle into the driver’s seat. She puts her Air Pods in and buddies herself with whatever mobile game she’s currently into. 

Tonight is going to be a long night.

-

Sakura exits the vehicle without a word as soon as you open it, and the valet and doorman bow when they spot her.

“Ms. Miyawaki,” they say simultaneously.  Sakura gives them a brief nod, more acknowledgment than she’s given to you in the past hour.

You toss the keys towards the valet before you break into a jog to keep up with Sakura, entering the bar just before the doorman shuts it.

A spacious, dimly lit bar comes into view after walking past a security checkpoint. Velvet sofas, high towering shelves of the world's most expensive alcohols line the back wall of the bar. A spiral staircase to the left winds up and leads to another section of the bar with private rooms and more luxurious couches, tables, and unpronounceable alcohol. 

This isn't your typical bar full of drunk college students drinking the cheapest soju they can get their hands on trying to get lucky for the night. This is a high-class establishment that doesn’t exist for the average person, a place where business deals are made, information is traded, and sometimes, where steam is let loose. 

You're familiar with the place, having been here on many occasions whenever Sakura closed a deal. 

The most notable visit was when you met Kwon Eunbi, a hotel mogul who was receiving a generous investment from Sakura. It was a tenuous situation for most of the night, each side unrelenting in their stance. 

Finally, someone broke. You couldn’t remember who relented first. What you did remember was a bottle of Ace of Spades being popped by Sakura and Eunbi. The women drank it straight out of the bottle; soon enough, they had a private room where clothes came off and the expensive golden liquid was served down Sakura’s cleavage, and likewise Eunbi’s mountainous tits, trickling down to her wet cunt and straight into your mouth. You distinctly remember Eunbi asking you, “Does the champagne taste better now that it’s run down through my pussy?” 

That was followed by a haze of sweat and sex, of moan and screams where both women took turns fucking you, fucking each other, fucking themselves as you fucked one of the other. The end result was you passed out between them. Your last memory of the night was seeing hot sticky liquid on Eunbi’s chest which heaved up and down, a satisfied smile on her lips, while Sakura curled next to you on the left. Her lips parted just barely, and her warm breath prickled your ear as she nuzzled closer to your neck. 

You shake your head and focus on the current night. 

“Are we here to meet Ms. Eunbi again?” you ask. 

Sakura stops on a dime and turns to look up at you. Her large eyes sharpen. “I don’t recall giving you permission to speak. Did I?”

You stay silent. 

“And now you aren’t replying to my question,” Sakura says, tone dancing dangerously between playful and angry, brows raised. 

You shrink at her gaze. “Sorry, Ms. Miyawaki. It won’t happen again.” 

“Hmmm.” As quickly as she stops, she continues onwards in making her way up the spiral stairs. 

You gather yourself and follow close behind with two steps at a time to catch up. By the time you reach the top, you can hear her voice brimming with enthusiasm as she greets someone. 

“Ah! Mina-San! I’m so sorry I’m late.” Sakura nods her head your way just as your foot reaches the top step. “Good help is so hard to find these days.”

“Don’t worry about it!” Mina gives you the briefest of glances before she turns her attention back to Sakura and waves her hand. “And please, just call me Mina.”

The two women’s heels echo as they make their way to a marble table. Taking cautious steps, you follow them, unsure whether Sakura wants you to join her or make yourself invisible. 

You hear hushed tones and spot quick glances thrown your way as the two women get to chatting. The soft melody the pianist played in the corner makes it difficult to eavesdrop, and you're almost certain Sakura is purposely speaking in hushed tones. However, you grasp a sentence from Mina which she punctuates with a shrug. 

“So that’s your new ‘assistant’ huh? Not bad. He’s cute. Looks like he takes himself a bit too seriously. Reminds me of my assistant.”

They immediately go back to hushed tones, keeping up the glances every few minutes as they laugh amongst themselves. 

“He’s good, I’m assuming? That watch on his wrist cost what? 5 million? I’m sure you didn’t give that to him as a participation award,” Mina says. They’re definitely speaking louder when they want to be heard.

“Mhmm. I wouldn’t keep him around if he wasn’t. Bit dense though.”

“Just gotta whip it into them. It’ll come.” 

Mina and Sakura both glance at you after that, and it is impossible to hide what you’re doing. 

You approach when Sakura snaps her fingers. “You know eavesdropping is rude, right?”

“Yes. Ma’am, I—“ You loosen the tie on your neck; it feels like it’s choking you with the way the two women’s gazes bore a hole into your soul. 

“I don’t wanna hear whatever pathetic excuse you have lined up,” Sakura says icily. “Go make yourself useful and get us some drinks. You can manage that, can’t you?”

“Of course. The usual, Ms. Miyawaki?” 

Sakura hums in reply. 

You turn your gaze to the other person in front of her. For the first time tonight, you can see the woman. The dim lighting didn’t do her justice. Jet-black hair cascades down past her shoulders. Buttons line down the middle of a black checkered dress while a Chanel jacket covers her shoulders. 

Your eyes linger for a second too long, and you catch Sakura’s look, a flint of anger being sparked in them. You clear your throat and look back at Mina, pretending as if Sakura isn’t murdering you with her gaze. “For you, miss?” 

“Myoui. Ask the bartender to pull a bottle of red wine from my private collection and two glasses,” Mina says, barely looking at you. 

“I’ll be right back.” 

After you turn the corner, you practically sprint down the stairs. You want to be as far away from Sakura’s murderous glare and you dread the return back up. 

-

The rest of the night is uneventful after dodging that bullet with Sakura, who seemingly drops the issue. Maybe it’s because the two finish the bottle of wine that undoubtedly costs more than yearly tuition at most universities. 

You find yourself seated at a table just to their left in case they need something. However, they barely pay attention to you, save for some brief glances and giggles that you’re certain have something to do with you. 

The night nears its end. Mina mentions that her ride is on the way and that she has an early flight to catch back to Seoul. A few more words are exchanged, and Sakura excuses herself for the bathroom. You get up to follow but are quickly waved off. 

“Go get the car ready,” Sakura orders before she walks off.

You slowly get up from your seat, trying to read into her tone and whether or not she’s actually pissed or just putting up an act. Unfortunately, you find yourself so lost in your thoughts that Mina is able to take a seat in front of you before you can react. 

“Hi.”

“Ms. Myoui, I should get going. Sakura likes the car is warm when she—“

“What’s the rush?” Mina chuckles lightly. She places a hand on your arm to stop you from moving. “Sakura’s going to be a minute. I just want to chat,” she says with a warm smile which almost lulled you into believing she wasn’t up to something. 

You stand still, unable to move. 

“Strong and silent, huh? Sakura does have a type. How long have you two been together?”

“Oh, it’s not like that. I’m her—”

“Yeah, right, you don’t need to be so secretive about it. Sakura told me all about you, even heard a bit about you from Eunbi.” Mina leans in close. “Eunbi mentioned you wore them both out that night. That true, stud?”

Her hot breath sends shivers down your spine. Mina pulls away, a sly smirk on her face. “Eunbi is an insatiable bitch. Her and shy Kkura at the same time? Must have been a dream come true for you. Was Eunbi everything you thought she would be?”

You shake your head in reply, but Mina cuts you off before you could say anything else. 

“Please,” she says dryly. “No need to be shy. Her modeling career is what gave her the money to start all those hotels. She’s got a body built for good sex. Don’t tell me you never thought about it.” 

“I should really get going. Ms. Miyawaki hates getting into a cold car.” 

“You’re no fun.” Mina snorts and lets go of your arm. “Fine. Have it your way.” Her voice is laced with mischief, her eyes looking right behind you. 

Before you can turn around, Mina whispers in your ear, “Have a great rest of the night.” She pats your chest and walks away. The clicking off her heels grows more distant when she descends the spiral staircase. 

You turn around to be greeted by the sight of Sakura. Though she tries her best to show some level of composure in a public setting, she’s seething. She takes controlled steps towards you, the taps of her heels more ominous than Mina’s. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” Her eyes burn into your soul, her nostrils flared from the rapid breathing as she tries to control her rage.  

“Ah, nothing, I, I just, Ms. Myoui was, you know—“

“Oh, so it’s Ms. Myoui now? Do I need to remind you who you work for? Or do you not value your job at all?” Sakura’s polar white teeth clash together as she bites back even more venom she wants to spew.

“N-no nothing like that. I just said it out of respect and you—of course, I like working with you, Sakura. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me!“ You know your words will dictate how the night will go. Judging by how Sakura is murdering you with her eyes and clenching her fist, it’ll be the opposite of good. At this rate, you might end up sleeping on the balcony. Sure, the balcony is larger than most people’s bedrooms, but it’s a balcony nonetheless.

“Sakura?” The single-word question Sakura utters out with indignation is all she needs to say.

Yep, you fucked up. “Ms. Miyawaki, I mean—I’m sor—“ 

Sakura ignores your attempts to apologize. She walks right up to you and, before you can react, jabs a finger to your chest. 

“You call me Sakura?” She jabs again, pushing you back towards the table. “Yet you’re going to show ‘respect’ to Mina?” Another jab, this time backing you even closer to the table. “You sit here, let her touch you, flirt with you? How about you show me some fucking respect.” One last jab, and you find your hands grasping at the marble table behind your back. “The best thing that’s ever happened to you, with the way you eye-fucked Mina?” Sakura sneers. 

“It really wasn’t like that, Ms. Miyawaki!” You raise your hands to protest your innocence, but she’s not having any of it.

“I didn’t ask for your pathetic excuse, did I?” 

“No.”

Her phone buzzes, and she takes a calming sigh before taking a look at the message. A few seconds pass before the phone is back in her purse. 

Sakura takes a moment to scan your face. Her expression calms down from pure rage to blankness, like a brewing storm that somehow loses its power before it can find land. 

Instead, a smirk grows. 

That’s probably the scariest look she’s given tonight.

“Let’s go.” Sakura turns on a dime and before you can recover, she’s already heading down walking towards the stairs. 

“W-what—“

“Are you trying to go piss me off?” Sakura says without looking back. 

“No, ma’am.” No point in questioning it. You follow her down the stairs, out the door, and toss the keys towards the valet. 

The annoyance is clear on Sakura’s face when she looks at you. A strong breeze blasts by, and Sakura curls into her dark kimono to heat herself up, but the thin fabric doesn't help. 

You slip your jacket off and hang them over her shoulders. 

Sakura embraces the warmth, wrapping it tightly around her and expelling a content sigh. 

A smile finds its way on your face when you see her smile, though it’s short-lived when Sakura looks at you in annoyance again. 

“Asshole,” Sakura utters to the void. The cold night air carries the word said under her breath away. Hopefully, the wind takes her ire as well.

The crisis seems to have been averted. 

Or so you think. 

-

The drive home is a blur. You sink as far into the Italian leather seats as possible, taking a few glances into the rearview mirror in hopes of catching Sakura’s eyes, but she never does, never even comes close to looking your way. 

So she’s still mad.

How mad?

You clear your throat. “Do you want to eat ramen and play League tonight?” 

Sakura loved to wind down the day by eating salty-as-all-hell ramen and duo-queuing with you in League. This would surely coax a reply out of her.

She looks up at you: a matter of fact expression on her face, a glare that could cut thousands of men down where they stand, and a deep annoyed sigh—why the fuck am I with you, you can imagine the words—then she looks back down at her phone silently.

You can take the hint.

-

“Look, Sakura, I’m sorry I—“ The door shuts behind you.

She takes off your coat and tosses it back to you. 

“Shut up,” Sakura says blankly. She walks down the hardwood hallway that leads straight to the master bedroom you two shared. Like a master calling its dog, she says, “Come here.” 

Your body is on autopilot, you follow the siren song without question. 

Sakura’s waiting for you in the middle of the room, between the elevated king-size bed and the flatscreen TV that lines the whole wall opposite the bed. The ceiling lights remain off; instead, Sakura opts to turn on the lamps around the room. She looks like a villain waiting to tell the hero exactly how he fucked up. 

The windows serve as the perfect backdrop. Sakura’s back faces the floor-to-ceiling windows that give you a magnificent view in the morning time, the same windows you’ve fucked her on many times—no chance that’s where this is going. 

“Strip.” She doesn’t wait for you to fully enter the dimly lit room. Sakura taps on the floor impatiently, waiting for you to drop to your knees. Her command was clear. 

“Sakura—look, I’m so sorry, but it’s not like… I wasn’t flirting or talking to Mina. She was the one hitting on me!” For each word you drone on, Sakura is getting more annoyed. You take slow steps towards her.

Her foot stops tapping. “Are you finished? You still have your clothes on.” Sakura gets closer. “You need to accept your punishment if you want me to forgive you,” she whispers. Her breath burns your ear, and her words echo in your brain.

Silence is golden. You already knew that, but it takes Sakura’s seductive voice for you to heed her rule as you strip for your penance.

Sakura doesn’t bother waiting for you to finish since she’s seen you naked a million times. Instead, she walks away sometime between your belt coming off and your shirt going over your head to be removed. Her heels reverberate as she walks somewhere—you assume the apartment-sized walk-in closet—but she’s back in front of you before you can even decipher where she went. 

A pair of rose gold, diamond-encrusted handcuffs spin in Sakura’s left hand as she looks you up and down like a slab of fuck meat for her to enjoy. Her right hand on her chin, fingers bit down on, then she grins a painfully seductive grin. “Hmmm, cute. I had planned to fuck you all night after messing around a little.” Sakura places her right hand on your naked chest then traces random patterns on your upper body before she makes her way to your abs. 

“Sakuraa, ahh” you moan. You love her touch, how her slender fingers feel when it’s wrapped around your cock, or when she makes you lick them clean after she fingers herself stupid. Instinctively, your hands reach for her kimono, but she smacks them away. 

“Put your hands behind your back. You don’t get to touch tonight,” Sakura says coldly, and her grin grows at your crestfallen face. 

Without hesitance, you follow her command against every fiber of your body that wants to melt into her skin. 

“Good. As I was saying...” Sakura follows no pattern as she traces her fingers down your body, her left hand still spinning the cuffs. She inches closer to your erection, already impossibly hard. “I was planning on using this cock,” she says while she squeezes your cock, using just a tiny bit of force to scrape them with her nails, “for its intended purpose, but seeing as how you thought it’d be a good idea to flirt with that Myoui slut….” 

Sakura’s smile was wide and right in front of your face. You didn’t know when she got close to you because her iron grip on your cock was brutal, compelling. 

“Sakura. Ngh.” You feel yourself buckle even as her touch weakens your senses. Her grip becomes less painful and more pleasurable when she makes just the slightest movements. Sakura knows you inside and out, and she works with that knowledge to drive you further into a corner. 

“Shhh. I didn’t ask you to speak, dumbass.” Sakura slowly strokes, your precum slicking her hand. “Oh, don’t tell me you’re gonna cum from just...” She leans into your left ear. “Fucking pathetic.”

“Please, I need…. I’m sorry.”

“Are you?” she goads, quickening her stories. 

“I’m so sorry, Sak-k-kura,” you stutter out, unable to keep your composure. 

Sakura’s grin grew wider. “Oh, yeah? Beg for forgiveness then.” 

You beg, plead, cry for mercy at the altar of your goddess with the conviction that could convince god to give Lucifer a second chance, but Sakura isn’t that merciful, not tonight. Your cries of mercy fall on deaf ears. 

Her eyes meet yours while she listens to your pleas. They notch into your soul then slip down to watch every twitch you make when she removes her hand from your throbbing cock. 

“It’s not gonna come that easy,” Sakura husks into your ear before she pulls away. “Lay on the bed.”

You hesitate for a beat, partly to recover from the brutal edging and partly to come up with anything that you could trade to grant you favor with the goddess. 

Sakura, however, doesn’t want favors: she could buy the world—what good is a favor? What she does want is to hear you beg for forgiveness, on her terms. “Bed. Now.” Her order is absolute.

There isn’t any negation after that. You close your eyes and let her pull you around like a toy.

Cold. 

That was the first thought you had after you stripped down to nothing. Now it’s even more chilly on your wrists when the ridiculous-looking gold and diamond cuffs lock your hands up above your head, over one of the wooden bars of the headboard. The second thought is how Sakura’s warm body contrasts yours. Heat radiates from her pussy which sits upon your chest, her thighs under your armpits. You take a peek down: her dress rides up and could give you easy access to her panties slicked with girl cum. The same underwear you carelessly slipped aside earlier now feels miles out of reach. 

Sakura is sharp; she doesn’t miss the way you steal glances. “Keep looking.” She leans down. “It would have been all yours tonight to fucking wreck.”

You pull at the cuffs, desperate to touch the woman who’s on top of you, to show her how sorry you are. 

“Aww, is my bitch struggling? God, you look so pathetic right now.” Sakura slides down your body, finding her pussy on your abs. She grinds on them and spreads her juices all over, the slick sound so sinfully delightful to your ears. 

Sakura keeps piercing her gaze into yours. She knows what you’re thinking, what you want. After all, her punishment is meant to take that away. 

Touch. 

Above everything else, you want—need—to grasp at Sakura, pull her close, grab her thighs, and use them to rock her back and forth on your abs until she screams out orgasm after blissful orgasm. To be denied the natural instinct to touch such a magnificently beautiful, such an impossibly close woman is brutal. 

Brutal has always been part of Sakura—you know what you signed up for. She’s brutal in the way her eyes glint with cruel thoughts, in the way she rubs her thighs on your sides as she rides your abs, in the way she moans for you, silently asking you to “fuck me stupid” while knowing full well she’s making that task impossible. 

Every move is planned, from her lustful voice to her teasing, a ghost of a touch on your cock when she leans back, pretending to give you a taste of heaven. 

“Sakura.“ Your voice comes out desperate and pleading. Though you’re on your unclad back, you feel like you’ve been brought to your knees.

“Ms. Miyawaki,” she corrects with a grunt. Her voice is hoarse. “Fuck.” 

You feel her thighs tightening impossibly hard, but she squeezes harder with her hands that find purchase on your chest, gripping and clawing at your upper body. 

Sakura clenches once more, pinches your nipples, a reflection of what you would do to her under normal circumstances. You can’t comprehend the vigor at which she rides your abs and fucks herself on your body like a toy, yet you know it’s sufficient to send her over the edge. Falling forward, Sakura catches herself, palms on your chest while nails dig into your skin deeper, surely leaving claw marks by now. “Maybe this will be your life from now on. Why do I need to let you cum? I can use your body as my fucktoy and give you no pleasure.”

“Ms. Miyawaki, please… I’m so sorry, it won’t happen again.” You watch as she tucks her hair back and makes her distinct ears stand out; you watch how they perk up at your pleading, how her grin grows; you watch because it’s all you can do. 

“Now you’re learning.” Sakura peppers your chest with kisses as her nails dig in and trace abstract shapes on your sides. “More—“ 

You whine pathetically when Sakura bites down hard on your nipple. 

“I want to hear more. I want to hear you beg like the pathetic loser you are.”

“Mnh! I promise it won’t happen again. I’ll stay far away from Ms. Myoui—“ Sakura stills herself and flicks her eyes up to you. “I mean that Myoui slut.” 

Sakura hums in approval then moves further up until she finally gives you some satisfaction with lips landing upon yours. Her passion coaxes out more pleading noises, but they go straight into her mouth. The first kiss is wet; the second and third and countless others are dirty, quick, and hungry. 

You beg your goddess further for penance, hoping to receive her grace and mercy. The more you denigrate her friend, the filthier the kiss gets, until a mess of spit, globs of it hang from between your chins. 

“Good. I believe you're sorry.” Sakura hums, slapping your cheek lightly. 

“Oh, thank you, Ms. Miyawaki. Honestly, Mina is nothing but trouble. I'll stay far away!” You pull at the cuffs, a sheepish look on your face. “Now, maybe you can uncuff me, and we can continue on the night like you planned.” Relief is in sight, and all you have to do is take the ball across the line. 

“Hmm.” Sakura seems to genuinely ponder for a second and play with a few ideas in her head before she settles on one. “No.”

Just like that, the goal post is moved. “What—wait, but why?”

“Going to use your cock.”

“Okay, but you can uncuff me right? It’ll be better!”

“I thought about it,” Sakura says, then kisses your cheek before slapping it harder this time, a red welt blooming across, “but I think I need to get my point across.”

Your full relief would have to wait, but this is certainly better than nothing.

Sakura gets up, sheds her clothes, and tosses each layer of fabric towards you. 

You take a long breath of the lewd musk when her freshly-drenched panties land near your face, her dress somewhere on your chest, and her bra hangs over your head. Hundreds of thousands worth of clothes are discarded and disregarded. 

Sakura stands in front of you. She is gorgeous, dim lights be damned. She exemplifies elegance yet exudes sex at the same time. Hell, even the shadow cast over the wall behind her exemplifies art. Her hair is up in a high ponytail, and her pussy glistens in the dark light like it’s taunting you. You long to touch her perky tits, to feel them in your hands; normally your hands never leave them, twisting, pinching, squeezing. Sakura felt amazing each time, and you never thought for a second what would happen if you couldn’t touch them—now you know the answer. 

It drives you crazy. 

“You’re drooling.” Sakura’s lips twist up in a smirk. 

Desperately, you try to find some palatable excuse as to why she should uncuff you but unfortunately, all your mind can spit out is one thing: the truth. “You look beautiful.” 

“You’re just trying to get out of punishment. Bitch.” Sakura smirks. “Flattery will get you nowhere tonight.” Her movements are quick. One second, she’s standing, the next, her lithe body finds itself on top of yours when she squats above you. While she spreads her knees around your waist, each drop of ambrosia from her pussy feels simultaneously like heaven and the torture of lack, of temptation, of pure dick-stiffening arousal.

“Kkura.” 

“Listen up.” While before, her grasp was harsh and tinged with an undercurrent of anger, this time, her touch is soft and laced with sinful teasing. This time, when she draws patterns on your chest, she uses the pad of her finger, not the sharp end of her nails, and this time, when she grinds on you, it’s sensual and teasing, not rough and dominating.

“Fuck, that cock is so hard for me, huh?” Her hips glide up and down, the same slow speed at which Sakura is forcing you mad with lust. A haze of intimacy clouds your thoughts. She leans down, her hips still going at a maddeningly deliberate pace. “Here’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to ride this cock like I have never ridden it before. I’m going to edge you until you can’t take it anymore. Then right before you cum, I’m going to yank my clenching pussy away from that useless dick and let you splash cum all over yourself.” Sakura’s hot breath burns your already warm neck and raises all the hair on your skin. “Then you’re forgiven. Sounds good?” She nibbles on your ear. 

“Kkura, wait—“

Sakura plunges down on your cock, takes it all the way down to the root in one swift motion. Her lips pull away from the intimately close distance of your neck and find purchase on your chest. She drives herself as deep as she can on you, wiggling herself on you, humping up and down to replace your usual work. “Fuck, this cock is good. Now I remember why...” She grunts, breath coming out stifled. 

Sakura’s impatience is reflected in the way she fucks herself back on your cock. After feeling you fill every inch of her with your cock, she moves on to rapid uncontrollable thrusts. Leaning down, Sakura plants a filthy quick kiss on your lips before smacking the taste from your mouth. 

“Make yourself useful and fuck me back!” A decree passed down from your goddess herself. You oblige without hesitation and buck your hips as best as you can on your back.

Sakura turns and spits on your cock, slicking it and angrily jerking it up and down. Of course, the filthy act is sexy when Sakura performs it. 

The mattress sags and the strength of the bed’s platform are tested to the limit. Each time Sakura brings her cunt back down on your cock, you match that thrusting force, digging deep down into the mattress. You want to give the woman the fucking she demands. 

Sakura sinks down, you push up, and the bed trembles. The two of you quickly fall into a perfect rhythm. Her exclamations of “fuck” turn into desperate cries and moans.

“Goddammit fuck!” Sakura claws at your chest, a bright red X marking you. “Fuck, yes! This cock is so, so fucking good! Don’t stop! Don’t you dare stop!”

“Ms. Miyawaki, I’m so close, please, can I cum—“ You’re barely able to cling onto what shred of self-control you have left. 

Sakura’s pussy clings harder.

“Don’t you dare cum, you idiot! You hear me?” Sakura’s eyes ignite in burning desire as she orders you. Her right-hand flies back on instinct and grip your balls tight. “You’re a piece of fuckmeat for me to use tonight, nothing more, you cum when I say you do. If you cum at all… Hrgh, just, do you understand me?”

“Ye—“

Sakura smacks you hard, the imprint of a ring marking your cheek. “Nod. I don’t want to hear your dumb voice. Fucktoys don’t get to talk. Save what small brain capacity you have to make me cum.” 

You nod. 

Sakura grips your balls tighter—that alone would have held back your words the same as the command.

You plant yourself firmly into the ground of self-control and thrust up. The cuffs tugs at your wrist, the cold metal probably bruises you, but that doesn’t matter. Nothing else matters to you but the pleasure of the woman who you belong to, who you love. Everything else is secondary. Your stroke upwards is met with Sakura dropping down, wanting to feel every inch of your cock in her for just a few seconds before she grinds and lifts up and repeats the cycle.

Sakura trembles in pleasure, barely able to fuck herself, to meet your thrusts, to even form coherent sentences. Each time she sinks down, she clenches more and more which makes the task of pulling herself up and slamming back down on your cock that much more difficult. Her body betrays her, her pussy no longer wanting to remove itself from your throbbing erection.

“God,” you cry out, even though your goddess is right here, “I don’t know how much I can hold it anymore.“

“As—oh, fuck—as long as I tell you…” Sakura still commands your attention but it lacks the fire it was once backed with. Her resolve slowly dies with each wave of pleasure that comes closer to crashing into her. She sinks back down this time without the vigorous force she normally fucks back with, muscles burning from the workout this has become. Sakura does her best to show she’s still in control, but the swells of heat have crashed at the wall of dominance she’s built up, and she’s ready to let it all come crumbling down. “God, yes. Keep that up and I—“

Sakura doesn’t lift herself back up this time; instead, she allows herself to let go. Her body trembles in awaiting release, and she’s long since relaxed the vice grip on your cock since you knew better than to cum without her permission. She balls her hands into fists and pounds them down to your chest, the weight of it knocking the wind out of your lungs. 

The waves crumble any resistance, douse any fire still burning. Sakura’s eyes lid over, her breath hitches, and her whole being trembles as she cums around your cock. She shouts expletives at the top of her lungs—or at least, a chorus of growls and other primal noises that resemble “fuck, shit” is all that echoes in the bedroom. Sakura falls on top of you, her chest heaving, and bits of drool hanging from her lips. The barest hint of a smile on her face. 

Your balls scream for relief, but you know better than to test your luck. You settle at the satisfaction of the final pulsations on your length, at the marvelous beauty on top of you. On instinct, you once again pull at the cuffs, wanting to touch her, to trace your hands over the body of your goddess, but once again the cuffs remind you of your mistake. Again, all you can do is watch. 

Sakura’s hair is matted from the sweat, the high ponytail stands through the rough fucking while the rest of her hair clings to her bare left shoulder. Her wet cunt drips on your abdomen, and each inhalation you feel on your chest. 

The Tokyo skyline mixes artificial light with the moons on Sakura’s gorgeous body. 

Minus the ache in your cock, this punishment isn’t so bad. 

Minutes pass while the two of you lay there before Sakura’s recovered enough to look up at you and form some sort of coherent thoughts and rebuild some of the wall of authority. 

“Oh, you did so well for me, baby. Ready for your reward?” Sakura’s voice is hoarse, her breath ragged as she plants herself firmly back unto reality after the mind-melting orgasm she just had. 

“Yes, Ms. Miyawaki, please, I need to…”

“Shhh.” Sakura moves—more like slithers—down your body and carelessly grabs your aching cock and squeezes. 

“Ack!” 

“Awww, can’t handle a bit of pain? Should I stop?” Sakura laughs, tracing her lithe fingers up and down your shaft, barely providing the touch you crave after being denied all night. Your body pleads for it. You’re in a desert without water, and Sakura is the mirage that keeps you moving. 

But the mirage’s distance never changes. “Please don’t stop. Grip it, slap it, do anything, just please don’t stop—you, fuck—you own this useless toy’s cock.“

“Now you’re getting it through your head.” Sakura hovers her mouth over your throbbing cock, drool and spit leaking down her lips. Her tongue takes a few passes to tease you, like that ever-distant image of the oasis. Oh, what you could have had.

Looking down, you see her hair is still tied in a tight high ponytail, the end of it falling to her left shoulder. You can sense every molecule that flits upon your skin—that’s how sensitive you are—which is why the ends of her locks grazing you draws another reaction. “Please, I…” You have no semblance of dignity in your voice.

“Tell me how much you want it.” Sakura has all the cards in her hand. You’re at her mercy. “Tell me how much you want my mouth on your cock. Or are you still thinking about that slut Mina?”

“N-no, just you. Please Sa—Ms. Miyawaki, please, suck my cock!” 

“That’s it. Beg. I want you to beg me like my little bitch. My little bitch who had such a fucking lapse in brain function that he thought it was appropriate to let some slut touch him,” Sakura spits out. 

“Please, please, Ms. Miyawaki, I'll do anything! It was a mistake. I'm sorry. It won’t happen again.” 

Sakura takes the head of your cock in her warm mouth every few seconds, humming at your supplication. She makes every exit loud and clear with a pop. Her spit makes you notice the cold air on your dick again.

“More.” Sakura smacks your cock.

You keep going: pleading, begging, giving ten-page essays on why you should be forgiven. Each plea, each prayer, each asks of mercy, and to be touched is music to Sakura’s ears, yet she doesn’t relent, never making it past halfway down your cock. She alternates between smacking and fondling your balls, between slurping on not enough of your length and teasing you with her tongue. 

Sakura can take your whole cock easily; she’s done it many times. This is a game of control to her, however. She wants to remind you just what she can do to you and where your place is. 

Though you look up to the tall, dark ceiling, you can see white when you close your eyes—never do you stop your words. “Please, I’m worthless, this is all I’m good for, my dick is all of me, please, I’m sorry, please, please...”

Finally, Sakura seems to hum in satisfaction of your petitions and cries for mercy. She takes a hand, jerks your cock roughly up and down, and squeezes it hard, wanting to extract all that’s left in there. “Come on then. Cum. You wanted to cum, right? Take what I give you. You don’t fucking deserve my mouth after what you did tonight.” Sakura’s fist pumps you quicker now. 

The pace, the grip, the pressure drives you mad, especially after being teased with the welcoming warmth of her mouth or the maddeningly good grip of her cunt, anything that touches you would do. If Sakura only wants to give you a hand, then you’ll have to be satisfied. Her hands are just as heavenly, if you let yourself believe as much. 

“I’m-I’m so close—“

“Do it then. Cum for me, dumbass! Come all over my hand like the pathetic little bitch you are!” Sakura commands you, sporadic hands fisting your cock up and down. “Fucking cum, bitch!” 

Pressure mounts, and you feel yourself shooting closer to the end. Walls collapse around you as the orgasm you’ve been wanting to have is right there. Your dick throbs and spasms and gives away your impending release. 

It’s too easy for Sakura. Just as you reach the apex, the crescendo of your orgasm, she yanks her hand away while her eyes never leave your face, surely wanting to bask in your despondent face when she ruins your orgasm. 

“No“ is the only word you can squeak out, and you swallow it deep down exactly when Sakura relinquishes her grip. 

You twitch. It starts from your cock, but your whole body gets the torturously weak pulses that only drive themselves in the ruined pleasure. Your cum flies straight into your chest, cock slapping your abdomen as Sakura’s expert hands no longer massage the burning member. Despite the lack of stimulation, ropes of thick cum shoot up and on your chest, and some of it even gets far enough to hit your chin.

Sakura smirks at her work in satisfaction.

Without another word, she uses a few fingers to drag the hot semen up your chest, gathering as much as she can in one stroke before she slips the fingers in her mouth and moans succulently at the taste. 

“Mmm. Such a shame it isn’t in me.” Sakura looks down at your panting, heaving body, on the canvas on which her punishment was doled out. “Want a taste?” She chuckles, offering her semen-slicked fingers. She gathers a bit more and slips them into your wanting mouth. “Lick it all up.”

You know better than to deny her at this point, accepting your own salty flavor without hesitation. 

“Good.” Sakura leans down and mounts you. Straddling your chest, she pulls you into a deep, passionate kiss, to greedily take back the slight bit of cum from your mouth, to swap spit and fluids between the two of you. 

“S-Sakura, I mean—” You freeze at the mistake, but Sakura doesn’t miss a beat, still exploring your mouth with her tongue. Her hands wrap around your head to pull you closer. You yank at the restraint to no avail. You crave her touch, wanting, needing to feel the beautiful woman as she shares this intimate moment with you. “I’m sorry.” 

“You should be, idiot,” Sakura says between beats, when she pulls away for air only to kiss you again. “I didn’t take any pleasure in this—well, I didn’t take much pleasure in this,” she says, biting down on your lower lip and tugging it slightly. 

You melt into the kiss and submit yourself to her. Every time you try words, that’s where it goes wrong. So you let the actions make you fall into place. Relax your arms, even your breathing as Sakura leaves no question as to who’s in charge. 

“Mhmm. See, it’s much better if you obey me, right?” Sakura is on top of you while she trails kisses, deep and lustful on every inch of your skin. The cum on your stomach is now surely rubbing all over her. It doesn’t matter to Sakura; in fact, she likes the slick substance being spread on her thighs. Sakura raises her legs up, and you desperately hump them, trying to get some friction, some level of touch that you have been denied all night. 

You nod. 

“Good little bitch,” Sakura murmurs before kissing you again. “Now let’s go get cleaned up. I’m hungry.” 

Seconds later, her body leaves yours, and the warmth she rescinds makes you feel naked and exposed to the cold. Instinctively, you move to get up and immediately follow after your queen. “Uh… Sakura?” You yank at the cuffs gently. 

Sakura takes a few more steps towards the bathroom. Like a sculpted masterpiece in the dark, her nude form hypnotizes you all the same when her ass sways, caked in cum and sweat. “Hmm?” She turns around slowly, teasing you. An impish smirk on her face forms when she sees you pulling at the binds. “Silly me.” Sakura giggles. She tosses the keys onto the bed next to you and leaves you to uncuff yourself.

You fiddle around with your elbows to nudge the keys closer.

“You know I hate waiting right?” Sakura’s singsong tone echoes out of the master bathroom. Surely a grin accompanies her comment. 

The words light a fire in you. You quickly work to uncuff yourself, and when you’re finally free, you try to break into a sprint, but only stumble forward, nearly tripping on the sheets. 

God forbid you piss her off again.

-

Warm. 

You’re not sure when the sunrise is, but it can’t be far away: it’s after she has sucked whatever cum you have left and either swallowed it or washed it on her face and wasted it down the drain; after you and her thoroughly clean in a round of door-shaking shower sex; after your bellies are full of ramen slurped from shitty wooden chopsticks that Sakura keeps because “ramen tastes better eaten with these” while cans of Mountain Dew scatter across the glass coffee table that probably costs an entire ramen factory.

Sakura snoozes on your shoulder, in a position that’s surely bad for her back, yet you don’t dare disturb her with the rarely seen smile of contentment on her face.

You feel nothing but joy at how life turned out. 

Crazy sex, women that men can only dream of fucking, and anything you could want at your fingertips.

With Sakura, life is opulent. 

- Jett

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